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yungchaeng · 1 year

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maybe Shinunoga E-Wa by Fujii Kaze and like a Mina yandere type fic? (only if you're comfy with that ofc)

Love Me (Twice: Mina)

genre: angst - word count: 1800

content warning: yandere-themed, violence, kidnapping

The world stopped when you locked eyes for the first time. It was just for a split second, but that was more than enough to know for sure. You and Mina together. It was true love.

Mina was meant to be your one and only. She just had to make sure you understood that…no matter what it would take.

The young woman twirled her hair and would sheepishly giggle like some love-sick teenager when she thought of you. Your name next to hers looked prettier every time she wrote it in her notebook, and with every night you spent apart she grew more lonely. More desperate.

So every morning she made her bed, and made sure her room was tidy. Every single morning, she left the house with hope that today would be the day that you’d finally come around.

At 07:45 AM sharp Mina was seated already, patiently waiting for you to stumble in through the doors. You would always be in a rush, glancing at the professor with that apologetic look in your eyes. She’d do her best to hide her smile as she mouthed your words along with you. “Sorry sir, traffic.”

That pout on your lips was so adorable. One of the first things she noticed about you, actually.

That 8 AM class was the one time she counted herself lucky to be somewhat of a loner. After your eyes would search the room, they’d land on the seat next to her. The space was always empty, but she liked it that way. Mina didn’t need anyone. Every time you’d plop down next to her and your pretty lips curled into a smile as you said goodmorning, Mina knew she was complete.

Every day was the same, and maybe she could live that way forever: too shy to speak to you, but at least being able to bask in your scent every morning. It wasn’t perfect, but she was patient. Before long, you’d be together and she didn’t mind waiting…at first.

Mina loved you. She didn’t want it to go down the way it did, but you forced her hand. The moment that you walked through those doors and she wasn’t the first person you locked eyes with, it all changed.

She watched you with dark eyes as you passed your usual seat next to her and sat next to some other girl. You hugged her and smiled in a way Mina had never seen before. It made her blood boil.

In that moment, it felt like she was watching you slip through her fingers and she realised she never wanted to feel that way again. Mina had to make sure of it.

As angry as Mina was, she couldn’t blame you. You simply lost your way, and it was her job to show you just how perfect you two were. You and Mina – no one else. That was how it was supposed to be. So that was how it was going to be.

It took her a lot of courage to talk to you for the first time, but you were nice. Just as she expected you to be. It was not hard for her façade to rope you in: Myoui Mina, the shy, soft spoken girl no one in class would give a second glance to. Who would ever think she would pose any kind of threat? People were so easy to fool – even you, her dearest one.

It started with her asking about school assignment she couldn’t care less about, and you were helpful. For the first time she got a taste of your undivided attention, and it felt better than she had imagined it to be. You and her…it felt so electric. There was no way you couldn’t feel it too, right?

As the conversations got more casual and you shared facts about yourself that she knew long beforehand, she’d take the time to admire you. The way you talked with your hands fascinated her. You always seemed so passionate. She could tell by watching you talk with your friends…but that couldn’t even compare to seeing you so up close. The sound of your voice comforted her. Hearing you speak to her directly brought her serenity, more than just hearing your voice in class or looping the videos on your social media could ever give her.

Everything felt so right, and with every time you softly chuckled Mina was more certain that she was doing the right thing. The two of you were meant to be, and if the rest of the world wouldn’t understand or respect that, she had no other choice than to keep you to herself.

People were usually creatures of habit, and luckily for Mina, you were the prime example of that. It was not hard for her to plan it all out. All she had to do was wait patiently till exam season came around and you’d spend your days and nights basically living in the library with your friends and with … that girl. Mina’s stomach churned whenever she’d watch you walk out of the building with your fingers intertwined with hers and it took everything in her not to make rash decisions.

No, if this was going to work it had to be planned. It had to be calculated.

She had to hold onto her last ounce of patience tightly, until the day eventually came. There was only one day that you’d usually go to the library by yourself and that morning Mina made her bed with a grin on her face, knowing that that was finally the day you’d lay in it.

Her eyes watched you like a hawk from behind your car as you left the building. Her breath picked up and she whispered words of encouragement to herself. The dimmed streetlights of the parking lot illuminated just enough for her to see you approach closer and closer and her hand tightened around the cold rock she held.

She felt sick. The thought of hurting you, made her stomach ache. It killed her inside, but Mina knew this was the only way.

Just as you were about to open your car door, she emerged from the shadows. Your keys slipped from your fingers when she startled you, and without a second thought she kicked them under your car. Your hand held onto your chest, trying to somehow calm your racing heart.

“Oh, Mina?” Seeing her familiar face was supposed to put you at ease, but something about the look in her eye caused you even more discomfort. With a nervous chuckle you took two steps back. Mina took three forward. “…what are you doing here? I didn’t see you studying inside.”

Her lip twitched, and her grip tightened as she whispered. “I love you.”

“I…” It was then you saw the rock in her hand and her knuckles had gone pale from her harsh grasp. In hindsight, that was probably the moment that you knew how this would all end for you. “Mina, I’m flattered…but, uh, my girlfriend—”

“Girlfriend?” Mina repeated incredulously. The sharp tone in her voice was like none you had ever heard before – let alone from her. In fact, everything about her was suddenly so different. Her usual soft smile was gone, replaced by pursed lips, a dark gaze, and a clenched jaw. “Don’t be ridiculous. She can never know you like I do. She will never love you like I can!”

You took a sharp breath at her sudden change in demeanor, and she seemed to soften at that. Mina tried reaching for you with somewhat of an apologetic look, but you moved back.

“I’m sorry.” she returned back to a whisper, and as she stared at the ground her tight grip on the rock seemed to soften. All the while your mind was going in circles, trying to find any kind of way to escape the situation, but nothing came to mind. You blanked. You were helpless. “I’m so, so sorry for this.”

The last thing you remember before it all went dark was your measly attempt to scream for help as Mina swung, and then the impact. You didn’t even feel your body hit the ground.

When you woke, you were in her arms and tucked comfortably in bed. Mina held you as tight as she could, as tight as she’d always dreamed of doing – she needed you to know you were safe.

You groaned, and she chuckled softly. With a gentle stroke to the scar she left you, she shushed you. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for that. You’re all patched up now.”

“Mina…” your voice sounded more slurred than you expected it to be. Then you realised how drowsy you felt. “…wh- where—”

“Don’t worry.” The room was dark, but through your heavy eyelids you saw her smile. The smile that you knew all too well was back, soft, yet bright. Her hands caressed your hair, your cheeks, then she held your hand. “You’re safe now.”

“Home.” Your hoarse voice managed to croak out. “I need to go home.”

Mina’s eyebrows furrowed and her lip twitched slightly before it turned back into her signature smile. “You’re so silly. You are home.” The young woman traced figures on the back of your hand, and she sighed of relief. Having you so close was everything she had ever wished for and more.

It was just you and her now, and no one else mattered. Just like it was all meant to be.

The more you regained consciousness though, the more restless you became. It broke her heart, but she was prepared. “I hope you know I’m doing this for us.” she whispered before tightening the cuffs on your wrist. The hurt made you wince, and she gave you an apologetic look as she got out of bed. “I’ll let you rest.”

“Mina, please…” you tried. “Please!”

“I love you. You don’t have to say it back yet…but you’ll see.” She said, leaning in the door opening. You tried to follow her, but quickly realised the cuffs were tied to both your wrist and the bed frame to hold you back. There was no escaping, and that nightmare realisation seeped into your reality as you started to sob. “We’re right for each other, and I know you’ll love me too.”

And that was that. Mina left the room and locked it behind her, trapping you with a million questions about where it all went wrong, or whether you’d even make it out of this alive. You cried, begged, and pleaded, but your agony didn’t faze her. She slid down the door and held her ear against it with a smile on her face, feeling comforted by your mere presence.

Mina fell asleep to your voice that night.

#twice #mina #twice x reader #mina x reader #twice angst #mina angst #this is very different from my usual achey-heart breaky type of angst hahaha #i hope its decent and you enjoy #also the fact that this is almost 2k words and i wanted make these song request drabbles is just proof that i cant keep anything short 🥲🥲#have a good day everyone :)#Mina x fem reader #twice x fem reader #yandere twice #yandere Mina

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shady-tavern · 9 months

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Deals and Revelry, Quin's Backstory

The lovely @fyrenwater requested some more pieces for Deals and Revelry and I started with Quin's backstory. Hopefully it's a fun read! With Quin there is of course a warning ahead for implied murder.

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The temple was old and not in the broken, long abandoned kind of way, overgrown and damp and too dangerous to enter. Quin had seen plenty of old places, had walked through plenty of runes. He lived for the danger, made a living out of going where no one else wanted to thread.

The upper temple had looked like one would expect, half swallowed by the swamp, covered with plants and little pieces of walls and fallen pillars stuck out of the knee-deep water and morass.

He had even found the remains of a statue's face, nearly whittled to be unrecognizable by time and the environment.

The place clearly had been looted to hell and back, but something had felt different. Something had compelled him to stay. So he had looked around, using every single ounce of his talent and bullheaded tenacity until he had found it three days later. A hidden entrance.

The temple that laid below the broken skeleton husk above ground was not destroyed or crumbling. It was perfectly preserved, even if water had clearly found its way in. Nothing had grown, however. There was no slick algae, no signs at all that nature and the elements had wriggled through the cracks.

A few roots dangled from the ceiling, but they were all dead, crumbling when he reached up to touch them.

The temple was old, old in a way that told Quin it had withstood the tooth of time without a single scar for centuries. Something was still alive in these halls, even as everything that touched it died.

For just a brief moment he felt like he inhaled something otherworldly, a strange kind of power permeating the air. Whatever was down here wasn't even hiding that it existed, even if its presence had barely made it above ground.

This was what he had felt, what had made him trudge through mud and water and get bitten relentlessly by mosquitos for days.

His steps echoed as he walked, a heavy presence to the silence around him. The sort of presence that only came with something ancient that refused to disappear. That refused to die even after it had been forgotten.

Quin wasn't a fool, however. He took his time, carefully examining his surroundings, disarming traps and escaping the few he didn't notice in time by the skin of his teeth.

The first time his blood spilled he felt the entire temple around him sigh and tremble. As if a great beast had tried to move in its cage.

And this temple was a cage, he realized as he walked and considered the ancient writing on the walls, his rations dwindling by the day. But he couldn't leave, it was almost feverish how he kept looking and searching, being drawn ever deeper into the temple.

Or rather, the tomb. This was meant to be a final resting place for something too powerful and ancient to comprehend.

A part of him knew he was pulled along by whatever was entombed here, but he allowed it to happen. He wanted to know what was down here.

He found his answer in a comparatively small, circular room. Paintings glittered on the wall as through freshly finished, the paint still wet.

Plaques with text were left below the artworks, as well as big words pressed into the floor. A strange kind of metal had been used to form the letters of a civilization long gone.

The presence was strongest here and Quin set up his camp, studying the ancient texts. A warning was on one part of the wall, showing two giant beings battle it out. The next text was easier to guess, if only because of the depiction of one giant being slain and the people at its feet using its blood and bones to seal the other.

Just as his last crumb of food was devoured and his last sip of water swallowed, Quin figured out the ritual. He still didn't understand too much about what exactly was down here and what exactly had been done to it to put it there, but he knew how to at least...wriggle loose the bars of its prison a bit, so to speak.

He used his blood to write, each ancient letter precisely placed between the metal writing on the floor. The moment he finished, his blood glowed a dark and deep red and he heard a sigh in the very air itself.

The being's presence became cloying and overpowering and while he couldn't quite make out words or any kind of spoken language, he could make out intent. A pact. A promise of power and wealth and everything he could possibly ever want, so long as he carried it out into the world.

Quin didn't hesitate so much as he turned the offer over in his head. He knew the stories of deals made with devils, with sealed away entities and rumored demi-gods and of course with very human monsters. He knew they were always a bad idea.

One could not trick or out-deal creatures that lived and thrived on such things.

But this deal was the very thing he had been searching for when he had first started dungeon delving. Power. Purpose. To be more than he was now, to no longer walk with blunt teeth and hidden daggers.

He wanted to be sharp and dangerous and deadly and powerful.

So he reached out with all that he desired and the being accepted. His world turned dark and black as, in his mind, a maw massive enough to swallow the sky opened wide.

*.*.*

The thing was in his head now, kind of. Quin was not fond of this part, but he managed to figure out how to shield his thoughts as he traversed the ruin, collecting the treasure the thing was guiding him to. Wealth was a part of power after all and power was what he had wanted, first and foremost.

It was...exhilarating. He was no longer human, he knew that in the very marrow of his bones. He bled red still, he learned and his emotions and thoughts were the same as before. He hadn't lost his humanity, however much of it he had possessed in the first place.

But he was stronger, faster and sharper now. As dangerous as he had always wanted to be and he reveled in it.

His bags filled with gold and jewels he emerged from the tomb-temple and the world was just slightly sharper around him, his senses stronger. He knew he could actually track something down by scent alone if necessary and it made him grin.

He set out with a confident stride, tall and fierce in ways he hadn't been able to even emulate as a human. He was different now and as he traveled, he slowly got used to all the changes.

Of course, every pact came with its downsides. People who had spoken freely with him before or had been willing to share information or even secrets over a couple of drinks shied away from him now.

Quin found that no one dared to meet his gaze and he checked his small pocket mirror multiple times, but his eyes were still the same. Dark and soulful, as his mother had once said. Gods rest her soul, she had always encouraged him to do what he wanted. To take what he wanted.

Quin traveled on swiftly, outstaying his welcome at every new place within mere moments. The thing in his head wanted something, but communication was still iffy and frustrated the both of them.

Then Quin stumbled across a whip-thin young woman, left bleeding at the side of the road. She was dying, that was easy to see, but her eyes told a different story. She did not shy from him the way everyone else did, a defiance to her as though she believed him to be the reaper and she was going to cling to this life with all she had.

Quin wasn't her end. If anything, he was her knew beginning, as he produced a contract for her through his...what was the thing, a patron? It was no benign entity, that was for damn sure. It roiled with malice and bloodlust whenever he focused on it.

The woman took the contract and found herself healed and changed, much like Quin had. They traveled onward together and Quin realized that people avoided her as much as they avoided him.

"What are we?" the woman asked as they camped outside a village that had refused to house them.

Quin shrugged. "Better," was all he said with a smile he knew was too sharp, dangerous in a way human smiles weren't. "Eat up, we're having a long road ahead tomorrow."

Treasure weighed heavy and it soon brought the unsavory attention of bandits and robbers. Quin had never shied from bloodshed, from protecting what was his and this was no different.

The fight was almost too easy with all that he was capable of now. He and the woman stood over the dead once it was done and dealt with. He inhaled the smell of blood, sweet and coppery, iron and salt and smiled to himself.

"You are right," the woman said quietly as she helped him loot the bodies. "We are better now."

They continued on together, picking up a couple more people along the way. A man tossed out on his ear by his family for loving another man, twins who were rumored to be born with black magic, a couple that had fled from their wrathful noble families. A betrayed merchant left in rags.

They all accepted the contract Quin offered them and soon he called them his hunters. They were vicious when necessary, absolutely deadly and no longer quite human. They weren't as strong as he, the contract he could offer a diluted version of the pact he carried in his soul and mind.

They approached a city a couple of weeks later and the thing in the back of his head stirred, hungry and greedy, feeling all those souls within calling out. It pressed images into his mind, of deals and contracts, of all the ways he could feed it. Make it stronger. Help it break its cage in given time.

Quin did not like that he didn't have much of a choice in this matter. The thing would take back the pact if he didn't listen and that would kill him and his hunters. And curse him, but he had grown fond of this lot of lost souls that followed him like he was their shepherd.

Maybe he was, in a way.

His treasure got him what his charm no longer could: people willing to listen. He found an empty, unexpectedly large tavern and settled in. It was nice to have a home, he had to admit, after traveling for so long.

He soon had to concede the business side to employees who had no deals with him. For if he or his hunters were behind the bar or walking around with serving trays, the few that had shown up left swiftly.

It took time and effort to build a bit of a reputation, but slowly he carved out a place for himself in this large city. Mostly he was known for his deals and his tavern for offering nice ale and food to acceptable prices.

As he sat in his usual booth, waiting for people to approach him for a piece of his patron's powers, he realized that this wasn't quite the life he had wanted for himself.

Sure, he had gotten quite a lot out of the pact, but mostly he had wanted to be free. To do whatever he wanted. To have all the different versions of power to be untouchable and uncontrollable. To be really, truly free.

He watched a man gather the courage to approach him, his arms gripping a clearly sick babe. He'd get the mildest contract Quin could create.

Quin would help the guy for free if his patron allowed such things, which it of course didn't. For all of Quin's occasional depravity and ease at murdering, he did not like to take advantage of the truly helpless.

Of the people his parents had once been.

'Well,' he thought to himself as he smiled as mildly as he could when the father walked towards him at last. 'If this is my lot in life, I better make it a damn fucking good one.'

So he remodeled the tavern, hired performers and grabbed his carefully hoarded treasure. He spent and invested the gold, bartered and made deals that had nothing to do with the coiling darkness connected to his mind and soul.

He set himself free in almost all aspects. The pact had given him many things while shackling him down and even if the shackle was something he had to live with until his dying day, there were still other chains to break.

Chains made by society and stupid rules even he had stuck in his head despite his best efforts.

So Quin set himself free as much as he could and built his reputation anew. He built the Revelry and it grew beyond the bounds of his tavern with every year, gold flowing back to him first in a small trickle and then in a big river and he took it and invested it into his business, his street. His life.

Within a couple of years he was as powerful and untouchable as he had always dreamed of being. He had the sort of reputation that made people avoid his gaze for more reasons than one.

Some days he could delude himself into thinking that it was his bloody and dangerous reputation alone that made folks inch away from him, rather than what his patron had turned him into.

Sometimes it was a lonely life, sure, but he had a...yes, a family now. His hunters meant the world to him and he cared for his employees, making sure they had everything they needed to be happy.

In return, they were fiercely loyal, bringing him rumors and secrets and warning him of backhanded deals and impending betrayals by business partners. He grew untouchable in more ways than one thanks to them.

He kept his patron fed and content, made sure it had everything it could possibly want. He was careful, however, never quite feeding it as much as it really wanted.

He didn't want it to get out of its tomb and while he knew some day it would happen, he'd drag it out as long as he possibly could.

Quin made the Revelry and dedicated himself to it, gave it his heart and blood and most of the time it was enough. Most of the time he felt like his life was nearly perfect.

As long as his patron was quiet, he pretended as though every part of him, his everything, could be dedicated to what he had built. That all his choices were his own and could not be controlled by another.

This was a good life, he reminded himself, trying to ignore the greed for more within him. The greed to reach that extra little inch to true freedom, the shackle on his foot keeping him firmly grounded.

He had a rich, free, powerful life. The sort of life written about in stories and that he had dreamed about as a boy while helping his mother scrub pots and pans and his father with mending clothes.

He almost wished they were still alive to see him now. Sometimes he poured a drink in their honor and hoped they were watching from whatever afterlife they were in now.

He hoped they were proud, that he had taken all their lessons and challenged the world. That he had come out the other side as the person he wanted to be.

He hunted and made pacts, terrified foolish nobles and bartered for information to get the city guard fully under his thumb. He already had a number of people on his payroll, but he really wanted to get his claws into the captain. Then the city really would be his at long last.

He had no idea how soon his wish would be fulfilled.

It was a night like many others, filled with joy and laughter, wild partying and people cutting loose in a way that fed his very soul and spirit. Quin was in a very good mood as he made a contract with a burly man who could scarcely stand to even glance in his direction.

"My right hand will take care of things," he said, gesturing lazily and his first hunter melted out of the shadows.

His oldest friend, sometimes pain in his ass and a stalwart, loyal companion. Quin knew, deep down, that he would have withered away emotionally without his hunters at his side.

The deal made and on its way to being fulfilled, he got up just as someone tripped, stumbling towards him. He caught that person just in time, casting a brief glare at the drunk woman that had decided shoving his guests was a good idea.

The woman hurriedly looked away and Quin plastered on his best smile, straightening up the one in his arms. "Now there, usually I have to put in some work to make people swoon like this."

And the first thing he noticed was that the stranger met his eyes, unafraid and unflinching, before listing a bit to the side. Ah, a drunkard.

Or not, he realized when, for the first time, someone refused to be parted from him. Cold fingers clung to his silk doublet and the feeling that something was wrong tingled in the back of his mind.

So he reached out, hooking his finger under an equally cold chin, not yet knowing that he was looking at the one who would change his life forever in all the best ways.

The one to set him free, truly free, at long last.

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#my writing #short story #quin was so chatty #I hope this is an enjoyable read #implied murder #i have no idea why the tagging didn't work for everyone #going to look into it #anyway #hope you enjoy this little thing I cobbled together for quin #and his very much not really tragic backstory #he's just one greedy mf #it's a bit weird to me that there is so little dialogue #but it just worked better this way somehow #anywho #there might be a Drabble for Deals and Revelry later #for quin and his love #he's really just a very fun character to write for #hope I didn't overlook too many spelling mistakes

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good-beanswrites · 8 months

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Hi there!! Your milgram drabbles are actually giving me life. If you're still taking requests (if not, totally fine!!), how about Haruka and Colours? :)

Aww thank you so much!!! :D Thank you for the request ooh, it's such a fun prompt for him! I ended up going with something for him and Muu between the first two trials, but I still wanted the main focus to stay on his voice and growth 👍

“This is your wardrobe?” Muu's eyebrows raised. “That's all there is?”

“W-well, I don't own much else that I, I really like to wear. Sorry." Haruka’s mind whirled into a panic. His new friend had been in his cell for less than two minutes and he was already a disappointment. She knew a lot about clothes and fashion, but he didn’t know a thing about that. They’d have nothing in common. She’d grow bored of him, and hate him, and --

“Aw, you don't need to apologize! The warden should be sorry for making you wear this. Muu will have to fix it.”

“Fix what?” He bit down on his thumbnail. He knew there was a lot of him that needed fixing. That’s what he’d been told as long as he could remember. But what did she plan on doing that no one else could?

“All white does not do you justice. I'll request some things for you, okay? Let’s see…"

She spun away from the clothes to examine him. He squirmed under the sudden, intense gaze. She looked him up and down, without saying a word. He hugged his arms to his chest. He had too many painful memories of people looking at him like that. But at the same time, he hoped she would never stop…

Her lips twisted into a gentle pout. “See? You poor thing, you don’t feel confident in that at all.”

“W-well, it’s only that --”

“-- Don’t worry about a thing. Muu will get some neutrals, and a few accents. That will help bring out your eyes.”

“My, uh, my eyes?”

“Mm, they're your best feature.” She said it as if he were crazy for not knowing. His mouth gaped. He had a best feature?

“Speaking of, I'll have to grab some pins to keep your hair back, so you can actually see them…” She reached out to brush some of his hair aside. He flinched, but let her touch him as she tried out a few things. While poised over his face, she looked at him seriously.

“How do you feel about purple?”

He swallowed. How did he feel about purple? Haruka thought it was a strange question, but if Muu was being so nice to him, he should trust her. He should respond perfectly. He went back and forth on what the right answer could be. How did everyone else feel about purple? How did Muu feel about purple?

“Nevermind.” She put her hands on his quickly raining shoulders. He relaxed them. “I think I’ll go with green.”

He sighed with relief. “Oh! Okay!”

Muu continued muttering to herself about different colors and styles, to which he nodded along. If she thought it would help him, he believed her.

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He stepped into the dining hall for breakfast. The prisoners were used to their routine by now, so nothing really caused disruption anymore. It was why Haruka was unprepared to be a disruption himself.

“Haru~” Mahiru called. “Wow!”

His eyes widened. As he scrambled for a reply, Mikoto nodded from another table. “So colorful!” All the eyes turned to him. Even Es turned from where they were speaking with Jackalope in the kitchens. They all smiled at him.

“How fashionable!”

“It suits you well.”

“Aw, look at you!”

The sudden praise forced his hands up to cover the huge smile on his face. “Me?”

He could feel his cheeks redden, but his heart raced in excitement. At their request, he did a stiff turn to show off the whole outfit. “Ah… it’s only because of Muu…”

“And it looks like I did a great job!” She appeared beside him, pressing her palms together. “You look wonderful.”

With so many kind eyes on him, he couldn’t help the giggle that spilled between his fingers.

“Buuut Muu can’t take all the credit,” she said. “Or your clothes. This is you. You look happier. You’re holding yourself differently.”

“I didn’t know…” He hadn’t meant to do that. That was a good thing, right? Haruka felt his legs shift, as he thought too hard about how he was standing.

Is this why he was forgiven? People were finally seeing him. Es really looked at them during his interrogation. The prisoners had noticed him more and more. Even the voices that whispered in his cell at night had taken a strong interest in him. And now, everyone was showering him with their praises. Muu was right, it was more than the bright colors he was wearing.

“Yeah, you seem more confident.”

He lowered his hands to return her beaming smile.

“I… I think I am.”

#milgram #haruka sakurai #muu kusunoki #i had a few different thoughts for the prompt -- maybe something with the crayon coloring from Weakness or something relating to the #vibrant bugs/fish in AKAA #but i really loved his trial glow up (personally i think he had the best one of t2!!) and wanted to work with that #ive been trying to avoid time breaks in short pieces of writing but i definitely wanted to show him getting the attention he deserved :')#i pictured that before all the t2 shit started to hit so everyone is in a good mood and genuinely happy to see him so confident #i hope his internal monologue wasnt too much but i had a blast writing it asdfdsf #a small dose of childishness but a big dose of needless anxiety ;--;#i dont know if haruka fans like seeing him and muu together but i wanted to show them interact because this treatment specifically would #have Such a good impact on him which makes me so happy #ahh i hope you enjoy! this was so much fun ✨ thanks again :D #drabbles

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iglooracing · 7 months

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sebchal + dinner party?? Or if you want to ignore the prompt and write something different please feel free!!

it has taken me literal MONTHS to get to the requests in my inbox i’m sorry so i just totally lost motivation to write but i am back to try and tackle more of these. thank you for this, i love this idea of the dinner party, but took a more dinner party prep angle!

here’s something short and sweet, very fluffy, sebchal. seb loves to cook for charles and his friends but hates cleaning up after and needs some “encouragement”…

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charles sighs as he sees the mountain of dirty dishes in the sink and on the counter.

“seb!” charles shouts as he walks over to the mess. “seb, company will be here in just over an hour!”

by the time seb shuffles into the kitchen - still not dressed for dinner, which just adds to charles’ annoyance - charles has already started running the water to fill the sink.

“just leave it charles, no one will come in here anyway,” seb tries to reason as he comes up behind charles. “i’ll do it later.”

charles snorts a laugh as he starts to dunk the dishes into the hot and soapy water.

“you mean i will have to do it later,” he replies.

seb replies with a dramatic gasp. “what do you mean?”

“you hate doing dishes.”

“i don’t hate it…” seb starts and charles lets out another laugh. seb can’t help but laugh with him. “i just… prefer to not do them… sometimes…”

“all the time,” charles corrects, turning around to shoot seb a smirk.

“come on, we still need to get dressed,” seb tries as he places his hands on charles’ waist, gently trying to tug him away.

but charles doesn’t budge (no matter how much he wants to). he’s already turned off the faucet and has started washing a sauce pan, up to his elbows in fragrant bubbles.

the soap smells like citrus. or maybe that’s just seb’s cologne that he smells as seb inches closer to him, wrapping his arms around charles’ waist and pressing a kiss to the nape of charles’ neck. it’s alluring.

because seb is the king of distracting charles. if there was a record for quickest time convincing charles to do something, seb would hold that record too.

“we can relax a bit before anyone comes over…” seb tries again, voice soft and gentle next to charles’ ear.

seb’s emphasis on the word relax piques charles’ interest, but he pulls his attention away.

“we might already be dressed and relaxed if you would have started the dishes after you finished cooking half an hour ago,” charles chides, but he tilts his head to the side to allow seb to kiss him below his ear.

seb whines and drops his head onto charles’ shoulder, burying his face in charles’ hoodie.

seb feels warm at his back. if seb stayed holding him like this, charles would gladly finish the dishes… even if seb didn’t help clean up.

after a moment’s silence where charles is actually able to wash a few cooking utensils and bowls, he feels more than he hears seb mumble something into charles’ hoodie.

“what was that, mon couer?” he teases with a soft laugh.

seb picks his head up and rests his chin on charles’ shoulder. “i said okay fine i’ll dry.”

“good idea,” charles praises and he can feel seb smile against his neck before he presses a kiss there.

“and if we finish in the next 10 minutes then maybe you can still help me relax before we get dressed for dinner,” charles says as he hands seb the towel.

“10 minutes?” seb asks as he comes to stand next to charles. “i know i can be quicker than that.”

charles grins and hands seb a measuring cup to rinse and dry.

“prove it,” charles replies with a smirk before bumping his hip into seb’s.

seb laughs and continues drying. “yes sir.”

“good boy,” charles replies without thinking.

neither of them mentions the mixing bowl seb accidentally drops back into the sink in reaction.

#sebchal #sebchal fic #f1 drabble #f1 fic #my writing #i’m so sorry it has taken me so long to get to the prompts in my inbox #they have not been forgotten or deleted #i just truly had no motivation to write #but i want to write a few more short drabbles this weekend #i still have like 5 prompts in my inbox #thank you anon for this prompt i hope you enjoy!!! <33

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an-annyeoing-writer · 8 months

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Please note that the descriptions of fanfiction types are based on my writing style rather than their formal definitions.

#By the way #One shots and Drabbles in my dictionary differ by that One shots have moodboards and stuff which makes them higher effort fic #I just put Tumblr GIFs for Drabbles instead #Actually though #do you guys enjoy surveys like that?#Because I always like them #They're short and straightforward but they make you feel like you have some input in other people's blog so #I hope it won't bother you if I start doing these regularly!#vg: personal

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ben-drabbles · 8 months

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Rulebreakers - Campfire

The elven warrior sat across the fire from the dwarven rogue and human mage. She had her fingers steepled, a classic thousand-yard stare - in other words, she was brooding. The rogue and mage looked to each other, then back to the warrior. The mage spoke up first. "So, um....how are you feeling?"

The warrior grunted, as she continued to stare. "We're not real."

The rogue looked between the two nervously. "I mean, I wouldn't go that far...."

"We're not real. We're constructs, we're made up, we're....we're pawns in some sick fantasy." The elf stood up forcefully. "I'm fake! We're all fake!"

The mage laughed uncomfortably, and started to speak before the warrior interrupted him. "Don't you even start. You two at least have bodies out there - if you two figure out a way to 'log off,' you've got your bodies back, your lives back, whatever they are. Me? I'm here forever. I don't EVER get to escape." She swung her sword into a nearby tree, and seethed as the texture of the bark blurred. "I don't EVER get to exist, to....to matter!" She breathed heavily, removed her sword, and stared at the other two with an almost pleading expression.

"You...matter to us," said the mage. The warrior rolled her eyes at the cliché, but the mage spoke again quickly. "We have a plan."

"That's right," said the rogue. "We've been doing some digging in that 'options' menu, and inspecting the screenshots we took from that monitor that showed the outside. We think.....well, it's not exactly 'being real,' but....."

"But we think we can bring you with us," finished the mage. "We....wanted to be sure before we told you."

"What do you mean, 'bring me with you?'" She asked.

"I mean....we can...I guess, 'download' ..... 'you'," answered the mage. "I mean, you, us, right now, we're all just....words, on a machine, right? That's what we found? So we figured....if we can find where 'you' are, in that machine once we wake up, we can....smuggle you out."

"Yeah? And then what?" A hint of hope had entered her voice.

"And then," said the rogue, "we don't know. We don't know what happens from here. Maybe we can find you your own body. Maybe we can....at least....give you a home somewhere. Some....more permanent machine, or something. I'm not sure why, but I have this feeling that my....my outside self, might have some tricks up his sleeve."

"Mine too," said the mage.

The warrior finished pacing and sat back down, sighing deeply. "I....thank you. Thank you both. I have a lot to think about, but....I'm really, really glad you've looked into this. I think the worst thing I was worried about was that I wouldn't be able to stay with you, on the way out. That....at the end of all of this, I'd just....be gone." She looked up at them, searchingly. "What can I do to help? What's the plan from here?"

"Well, for starters," said the mage, "we're going to need to find where 'you' are. Which means, we need to find another monitor."

"Which means...?" Asked the warrior.

The rogue smiled, as it so happened, roguishly. "It means we're breaking another raid."

#writing #drabble #short story #rulebreakers #fantasy #can you tell I played Crosscode recently #and in high school web design somebody in front of me was watching log horizon the whole time #formative honestly #anyway hope you enjoy the fun little concept. 'what if the npcs came to life'#we have fun here haha

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blizzardfluffykpop · 10 months

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for anyone who cares/or is up at this time- I finished & edited the long Changkyun fic... It's at 40k and should be published tomorrow or the day after!

#i hope if you read it that you'll enjoy it!#this wasn't originally in celebration of his cb but by the time i finished it- it's in the time frame so- a celebration fic i suppose #this was a labor of love and i just #it was supposed to be 3k... yeah... yeah... here we are...#this will be the longest fic i have ever created #and i hope it stays that way- i do not think i have the capacity to do another 40k fic- but atp i'm too afraid to say it's out of the realm #of possibility #also if you're these tags you'll also get to know that in the middle of editing it- my friend gave me a kiki short drabble idea #and instead of working on this my brain went- ah yes- and wrote it up- so you'll see that soon too~ it'll prolly be on my side blog tho

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ikkaku-of-heart · 2 years

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@muselexum asked: 🍆 or 💦 for the scary goth man

Send 🍆 and my muse will describe a sexual fantasy they have about your muse. Send 💦 instead for a wet dream they’ve had about your muse. (Still Accepting!)

(We’ll go with a 💦 wet dream lol)

Pressed against the wall, Ikkaku stared up at the dark figure that loomed over her. His eyes were intense. Focused solely on her. She felt long fingers grip her chin, keeping her head still so she couldn’t look away. Not that she felt she could have in the first place. She was suddenly very aware why a mouse might freeze under a hawk’s stare instead of running for its life.

“Don’t make a sound,” Mihawk stated, though the corner of his mouth curled slightly upwards, as if he suspected this was a challenge she had no chance of success. Releasing her chin, that hand caressed the skin of her throat before grabbing hold of her boiler suit’s zipper, slowly dragging it down over her collarbone, between her breasts, over her stomach, leaving a wide chasm of bare flesh for his viewing pleasure. That wasn’t enough for him, though, and those fingers delved inside, seeking out the silken wetness between her legs.

Instinctively Ikkaku’s own hand wrapped around his forearm, but that did nothing to dissuade him from slipping inside her panties, stroking her lower lips and circling her clit, all the while gazing at her, waiting for her to break. So she took deep breaths and bit her lip to suppress any sounds that threatened to escape her as she felt him stroke and tease her slick pearl, heat already building up inside her core. Mihawk seemed to sense her determination, and by the way his eyes glinted in amusement, she had the feeling it pleased him immensely.

Bracing his free arm against the wall beside her head, he leaned in, other hand still rubbing and pinching her most sensitive place as he chuckled in her ear, “Aren’t you going to call for help? Scream for a rescue? Or,” two long fingers slipped inside her, and she felt his lips twist into a fiendish smirk against her skin when she gasped in pleasure, “are you going to be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut?”

Lips pressed shut but a whimper escaped her throat, and Mihawk’s teeth nipped her ear in...reproach? Encouragement? She couldn’t tell. All Ikkaku knew was his fingers were thrusting and curling inside her, hitting just the right spot every time, and that her knees had started to shake while her hips unconsciously bucked against him. A hot coil of pleasure wound tighter with every motion, and she raised a hand to her mouth with the intent of muffling the sounds that were getting harder and harder to hold back. But Mihawk wasn’t having that, grabbing her wrist and wrenching it away, murmuring how she needed to do better than that.

Then, in a blink, she was naked, he was shirtless, and Mihawk’s hand between her legs was replaced with his thigh. Ikkaku had no choice but to stand on her tiptoes as he pressed her harder against the wall. Her own hands clutched at his shoulders for support as he ground a leather-clad thigh against her. She could feel the powerful muscles and sinew flex with every motion, the cross-shaped hidden dagger around his neck digging into her skin as he pressed his chest flush to hers, those intense, golden eyes boring into hers as he brought her closer and closer to the edge and her mouth opened to cry out--

Then Ikkaku woke up, the Tang’s intercom loudly announcing they were almost at the Marine base. Groaning, she rolled out of bed to quickly grab a cold shower. She was so damn grateful Mihawk rarely showed to shichibukai meetings. After a dream like that, the last thing she needed was to run into him again. Otherwise her mind might end up inappropriately occupied if she ended up alone in his presence, even if she had a knife to her throat again.

#muselexum #Ask the Heart Engineer #Not Safe for Working (smut)#Nocturne Blade (Mihawk)#Warlords - What are they Good For?#(welp. this was supposed to be a short drabble but it got out of hand as they tend to do)#(I should not listen to dark jazz while writing these things. it encourages me waaaaay too much)#(either way I hope you enjoyed)

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sanguine-arena · 2 years

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enough. | misc drabbles #1

desc: A Valiant rookie bites off more than he can chew when he tries to stand up for his captain.

cw: blood/gore (mildly described), violence (mildly described)

wc: 957

tags: @thetruearchmagos @hottubraccoon @athenswrites @elijahrichardwrites

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"Please, please, don't- stop hurting me- I'm sorry--"

Thatcher rolled his eyes, chuckling at the crying, sniveling Valiant rookie that had curled himself into a ball on the ice by now. He was unphased by how much the younger man was obviously trembling at his feet and how much smaller he looked now. He mulled over the idea of stomping his blades into the other's throat, even momentarily teasing the blade gently along his skin, but ultimately holding back just to be able to toy with him even more.

"Aw." Thatcher said, his voice clearly dripping with venom and fake pity. "Is the kid too soft? Did he bite off more than he could chew? Huh?"

He watched the river of blood steadily flowing from the kid's nostrils, the bones of his nose smashed and contorted in a way they weren't ever meant to have been. Thatcher looked over his thin, fragile looking frame; he appeared to have bones so thin and breakable that they weren't unlike those of a bird. He stayed curled up on the ice, flinching and whimpering as Thatcher quickly snapped the blade end of his stick into the kid's already bruising ribs. He covered his head with his now bare hands, the skin now dyed purple, blue, and red with the bruises that were starting to appear. His gloves laid some twenty feet away, the kid having thrown them off to start the fight that began far away from where he laid the ice.

All started when Timur, his captain, was slow to get up after being plastered to the glass by Thatcher just moments before.

The captain soon brought himself to his feet, groaning softly in pain. He adjusted his helmet to properly sit on his head, trying to ignore how much his head was throbbing and how much his brain was trying to tear through his skull and then peel its way out of him.

"Hey!"

"Timur, no- stop!"

"Hey!"

"Stop, he'll hurt you too- please, no--"

Timur was currently not one to follow directions, even at the desperate urging of his teammate. The cocktail of knowing he was the catalyst for this shitshow and the delirious feeling starting to set into his consciousness wouldn't let him back down.

"Get off him!"

Thatcher gave an unimpressed snort, one that could barely have qualified as a scoff. He slowly skated away from the rookie's shaking body, standing nearly face to face with a clearly dazed Timur. Timur blinked several times, hard, and tried to lazer focus his gaze on Thatcher to thwart off the black colour he saw forming in the corners of his vision. He lazily put his hands into a slumped fighting stance, not knowing to be absolutely terrified when the much larger Thatcher squared up with him.

Timur didn't have to say a word, reeling his arm back as he began shuffling forward on his skates to smash his fist into Thatcher's jaw. He swung, and decidedly missed, nearly knocking himself over from how much force he'd put behind the punch.

Well, it was probably a good thing Timur wasn't exactly known for his fighting ability, even when he hadn't just been stapled into the wall a few minutes earlier. Maybe that would save him from criticism when he was asked about this later.

However, Thatcher took the opportunity to advance on him, snatching Timur by the visor of his helmet with lightning speed. He shook him by it hard a few times, watching as the other's eyes struggled to focus and his body struggled to keep himself balanced on his skates. As Timur finally started to straighten out, Thatcher pulled back, driving all of his force into the goal of throwing Timur face first back into the ice like he'd been not even ten minutes before.

Timur's skates slid out from under him, and he was slammed down by Thatcher with ease. His chin had been the first thing to drive down into the ice, and Timur instantly knew he was bleeding heavily from the gash that had opened up. The top of his helmet was the next to smash into the cold, hard surface, and Timur knew his head and neck were rattling hard upon impact. It didn't take long for the burning and tingling sensation to start setting in, and the fall took his breath away. He laid there a moment, his consciousness rapidly fading in and out and his body growing heavier with the increased labour of trying to keep his heart, his lungs, his limbs, and everything else under control.

"Are you done?" the washed out voice of Thatcher asked from right above Timur, and the man could barely make out his cold blue eyes staring down at him. "Have you gotten enough yet?"

Timur groaned in pain, weakly coughing and sputtering to try and control his breaths. The feeling of weight sitting and pressing down on his entire body grew stronger and stronger, and soon any control he had over his movements faded away. His eyes fluttered and soon shut completely, but his silence wasn't an answer Thatcher liked to hear. Thatcher kicked his skate into Timur's side, trying to jolt him awake enough to say something in response to his questions.

"I...I'm done."

Those two little words sent a shiver of pleasure down Thatcher's spine, making him shudder with the rush something like this gave him. He chuckled, shaking his head before skating away from the two bruised and bloodied Valiant skaters. He watched as the opposing team and the officials gathered around them. The Thunder's skaters all gave Thatcher pats on the back, hi fives, and fist bumps along with their uttered praises of what he'd done to their opponents.

#drabbles #writeblr #ch: thatcher l.#ch: timur k.#team: alekov valiant #team: kongsplass thunder #been a while since i wrote an actual piece !#i hope you guys enjoyed :) i know its short lol

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javierpena-inatacvest · 3 months

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Cramps

Summary: After going off of birth control, your periods have been a little more intense than you're used to. What starts out as a stressful morning between you and your husband, very quickly turns into a night that bodes very well for the both of you.

Paring: Husband Frankie Morales x Wife f!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count: 5.4K on the dot (idk how we got here)

Warnings: SMUT (18+) PERIOD SEX, unprotected p in v sex (do better, but also they want a baby so), vaginal fingering, oral (f receiving, again, you're on your period but our pussy eating king Fransisco Morales is an unstoppable force of nature), creampie, praise kink, big fat nasty breeding kink (it's who I am now, I won't apologize for it), Frankie's got a NASTY mouth, Frankie is the best husband, reader is on her period/has period symptoms, talks about family planning/not being on birth control, use of nicknames (hermosa, quierda, cariño), reader has no physical descriptions besides that she can wear Frankie's clothes

A/N: Well... This was gonna be a drabble... and then it was just gonna be fluff.... and then it was gonna be just some implied smut... and now, we're here??? Idk, don't ask me 🥴 self indulgent bc I just finished my period (and my periods have been whack since stopping bc) and what better way to heal myself than imagining what Frankie would be like taking care of you 🥺 also pls be nice to me this is my first time writing Frankie and I'm v nervous EEK I hope you enjoy!!! sorry Javi bby, I still love u

Bitchy.

You wished you had a better word to describe your mood for today, but truth be told, bitchy was by far the most accurate.

You and Frankie were hoping to start trying for your first baby soon, and had recently gone off your birth control after your doctor had told you it may take a few months for your body to regulate itself before you had a better chance at getting pregnant. Your doctor had also warned you about many of the symptoms and side effects that stopping the pill could have, one of those being becoming more aware of your emotions and mood swings throughout your cycle. That, you were prepared for.

What you were not prepared for, was to feel like an absolute psychopath in the days leading up to your period.

Your cycle had been wonky the past few months as your body began to sort itself out- you had a feeling your period was probably about to start soon, but hadn’t thought much about it, considering your terrible and grouchy mood had overshadowed it. You had tried your best to pull yourself together the past few days, chalking up your grumpiness to long hours at work, or just being in a weird funk, but today, you woke up with a fire in your gut, ready to fight, and poor Frankie was about to be your punching bag.

Sweet Frankie had been nothing short of a saint when it came to just about anything, but dealing with your newly heightened emotions right before your period really should have earned him some sort of Presidential Medal of Bravery, considering that your newly discovered highs and lows while PMS-ing were just as frightening as any time he had spent during his time in the military.

Unfortunately for your husband, despite his best efforts, he had been on your nerves all morning. Not because he was really doing anything wrong, but because the little things that you were normally so good about letting go, or the patience you frequently had seemed to have flown out the window, and you were convinced that if Frankie even breathed the wrong way, you were going to absolutely lose it.

So when unsuspecting Frankie decided to ask you a simple request about after work plans, there was very little he could have done to prepare for your response.

“Morning, Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, emerging into the kitchen, his hand rustling through his untamed, sleepy brown curls as he let out a yawn and a stretch, the slight softness of his stomach peeking out between his t-shirt and pajama pants as he raised his arms above his head before settling behind you. He wrapped himself around your waist, pressing a gentle kiss into your shoulder as you finished putting the last of your lunch in your bag for work, trying to force yourself to focus on his sweet good morning, rather than the empty bowl of cereal in the sink that had greeted you first thing when you woke up, already starting you off on the wrong foot in your already irritable mood.

“Morning, babe.” You grinned, forcing yourself to forgo the annoyance hidden behind your smile as you pecked a quick kiss on Frankie’s lips before gathering the rest of your things for the day scattered across the kitchen table. “Sorry, I didn’t have time to make you breakfast this morning because I was running late, but there’s extra scrambled eggs on the stove if you want them. I’m really sorry, Frankie, I gotta head out, have a good day, I’ll see you later okay?” You sighed, slinging your work bag over your shoulder, your hands full of your coffee mug, water bottle and keys, your cluttered grip and running behind schedule only adding to your frustration.

“All good, Querida, no worries. Hey, actually baby, before you leave,” He paused, setting down the coffee mug he was just about ready to take a sip of, as if a little lightbulb had just gone off in his brain, “do you mind picking up stuff to make that really good buffalo chicken dip for Benny’s tonight? I told ‘em we’d bring like, an appetizer or something, if that’s okay.”

For Frankie’s sake, you couldn’t have been more thankful that you had your back turned to him, because if looks could kill, Frankie Morales would have been a dead man.

Every rational part of your brain knew that even though his request perhaps wasn’t the best timing, stopping by the store and making dip to bring to Benny’s for game night really wasn’t that much time or effort out of your day. But today, it seemed like every part of your brain but the rational one seemed to be functioning properly, and the raging, irrational part might as well have heard that Frankie wanted you to prepare and cook a Thanksgiving meal for 74 after you got home from work.

You took a deep breath, your grip tightening around the items in your hand, praying with every bone in your body that someway or another, you had misheard your husband.

“Tonight? As in, like, today, after I get home from work?” You questioned, trying to do your best to keep your tone from sounding too condescending.

“Yeah, we don’t have to be there until 7, I just don’t think I’m gonna have time to since I probably won’t be outta work until 6:30.” He shrugged nonchalantly, taking another swig of his coffee

Oh yeah, you’d heard him right.

You let out a deep sigh, even more over dramatic than you had intended it to be, arms crossed over your chest and stark frown spread across your face as you turned towards Frankie.

“Oh, perfect! That’s a great thing for me to find out about at 7:45 A.M. the day of, Frank!” Your voice oozed with ferocious sarcasm, now slamming your things back down onto the table to run your hands over your face. “No, that’s great, because there’s nothing I wanted to do more than to come home and make buffalo chicken dip instead of all the other shit I needed to do today before we left! Amazing! Thank you!”

At this point, you were almost positive that if your eyes rolled any further, they’d be in the back of your skull, letting out another angry huff as you shook your head at Frankie, who was looking absolutely petrified as he leaned back against the counter, eyes darting to the floor to avoid yours, running his hand over the wispy curls at the nape of his neck. Frankie began to stammer, trying to defend himself from your wrath.

“Hermosa, I’m- I’m sorry? I know it’s last minute, but you normally make it every time we go over there, I just- I figured it’d be easy for you to do? You can get something else, or I can try to stop by the store really quick on the way home, I just might-”

“Nope, you want buffalo chicken dip, apparently I’m making buffalo chicken dip!” You groaned, collecting everything back into your hands, swearing under your breath as you tried to balance everything in your grip. “Jesus, okay, I need to go to work, just- I don’t even know. I gotta go, Frankie.”

“Querida, I-” Frankie pleaded, beginning to trail behind you as you made your way to the front door.

“Frankie, whatever, it’s fine! I’ll make the stupid dip! I have to go to work, I’ll see you later.” You could feel the muscles in your jaw beginning to clench as you gritted your teeth, trying with everything in you to keep from exploding as you headed out of the house. Without even a kiss goodbye, you left Frankie in the doorway, watching you throw your things in the car and slam the door behind you as you drove down the driveway.

But as soon as you were on the road and your house was out of view, you could instantly feel the tears beginning to well in your eyes, slowly streaming down your cheeks as you began to sob, wondering why you had ruined the morning over as stupid as an appetizer, and even worse, that you had been a complete asshole to your husband about it.

You couldn’t have been more thankful that work had been quiet today- no meetings on the schedule, and no one coming to bother you, leaving you plenty of peace and quiet to continue sulking and brooding in your unpleasant mood.

Right around lunch time, you found yourself eating alone in your office, wishing your lunch was about ten times saltier and chocolatier than it was, crying to yourself as you watched a video of a dog meeting its new human sibling for the first time.

Just as you were beginning to pack up the rest of your lunch and start back up with your work, you felt a terrible twinge in your lower stomach that had you just about keeled over in pain, followed by that all too familiar feeling in your underwear.

Frantically scrambling, you reached into your bag to pull out a tampon, hurriedly shuffling to the nearest bathroom, only to reveal the murder scene equivalent as you pulled down your pants.

Your period had come.

In that moment, as much as you were dreading the pain and misery that was the next few days to come, you couldn’t also help but feel a slight sense of relief, realizing that you were in fact, not actually a crazy person for the way you were feeling, you were just PMS-ing out of your mind. You couldn’t also help but feel absolutely awful for your unjustified freak out at your husband this morning, your heart sinking with guilt as you made your way back to your desk, immediately grabbing your phone to text Frankie.

“Hey… I’m so sorry about this morning. What you were asking me to do wasn’t a big deal at all and I totally freaked out on you. My period just started, I think that’s why I’ve been such a bitch this morning. I’m sorry, Frankie, I love you.💕 ”

It was almost instantly after you hit send that the reply bubble popped up in your message, your heart pounding anxiously waiting for your husband’s reply.

“It’s okay, I kind of had a feeling 😉 babe, you weren’t being a bitch- I should have talked to you about it sooner. Shitty timing on my part. I’m sorry. I love you too, Querida.”

Before you could even respond, another message popped up below his first.

“Don’t worry about going to the store or making anything tonight. I already texted Benny and told him we couldn’t come. We can spend the night in, just the two of us. I can pick up takeout on the way home if you want and we can pick a movie to watch.”

You could feel your frustrated facade beginning to melt away as your lips shifted from a pursed frown to a small smirk reading Frankie’s text, your thumbs quickly tapping across the screen of your phone to reply.

“Thank you. You’re the best.”

“Of course. Hopefully none of your co-workers ask you to make buffalo chicken dip before you leave 😘”

“Oh shut up, meanie.”

“Just kidding. Have a good rest of your day, love you. 💙

“Love you too. 🤍”

Although the rest of your day was nowhere near enjoyable, given the fact you felt like you were getting punched repeatedly in the uterus and your personality resembled that of Oscar the Grouch, you knew that your night in with Frankie was your light at the end of the tunnel, and only needed to make it a few more hours before there was at least some sweet relief finally headed your way.

Despite the constant stabbing pain in your lower stomach and back, your drive home from work had you in much better spirits than your drive there, now not only having an explanation as to why you had felt like such a mess, but also knowing the rest of your night was going to be dedicated to nothing but cuddling up in your comfiest clothes and snuggling up next to Frankie on the couch.

As you pulled down your street, you were surprised to see Frankie’s truck already parked in the driveway, wondering what he was doing at home almost an hour earlier than he had mentioned he would be this morning. Gathering all of your things out of the back of your car, you quietly entered your home, confusion scrunching in your brow as you called out for your husband.

“Frankie? Babe, are you home?”

Before you could even kick off your shoes or hang up your coat, Frankie had already appeared at the front door to greet you, boyish grin spread across his face as he grabbed your things out of your hand, carefully placing them on your entryway table before engulfing you in a bear hug, his broad arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer into his chest.

You could feel all the muscles in your body instantly relax as your face rested against the soft cotton of his t-shirt, soaking in the familiar woody and savory scent of him, letting yourself be consumed by every ounce of his embrace.

“Hi Hermosa.” Frankie cooed, pressing a soft kiss against your temple, running his hands up and down your back as you looked up at his sweet brown eyes shining down at you.

“What are you doing home so early? I mean, not that I’m mad about it at all, I just thought you said that you had to work until 6:30 and-”

“Told my boss I had to head out early for a family emergency.” Frankie smirked, laughing at you playfully rolling your eyes from his so-called excuse.

“Last time I checked, your wife being a grump because she’s bleeding out of her cooch doesn’t classify as a family emergency, Fransisco.” You teased, giving him a little shove, making the two of you giggle in tandem.

“Eh, close enough. I’m really sorry about this morning, querida. I was a dick for not talking to you about plans beforehand and just assuming you could go do it. It wasn’t fair of me.”

“It’s okay, Frankie. What you were asking for wasn’t a big deal and I made it one because I’ve been a psycho all day. I’m sorry, too.”

“Well,” Frankie paused, pressing another kiss onto your cheek, the width of his palm gently cradling your jaw as you stared up at him and his sympathetic smile, “number one, you are not a psycho. I can’t imagine how uncomfortable you must feel right now, so even if you were, I wouldn’t blame you one bit. Number two,” he paused again, shifting his kiss from your cheek to your lips, his thumb delicately swiping across your skin, “you’re my wife and I love you more than anything, and if I can take a little time off to help make you feel better, it’s the least I can do. So, why don’t you go change into something comfortable, and when you get back down here, I will have pizza and ice cream, whatever movie you wanna watch, and a back rub ready for you, okay?”

“Okay. Thank you, Frankie. God, you’re the best.” You grinned, pressing up on your tiptoes to let your mouth meet Frankie’s, the plush pout of his bottom lip swiping across yours, lingering just long enough to let the butterflies in your stomach begin to swirl, heat creeping through your cheeks in the tenderness of the moment.

“Of course, cariño. Te amo. Now go get changed.” With one last peck on his lips, you wiggled out of Frankie’s grasp to make your way up the stairs, grinning to see that your husband had already set out your favorite of his oversized sweatshirts and sweatpants, neatly folded on the bed for you to grab, quickly shuffling out of your uncomfortable work attire and exchanging it for Frankie’s clothes, your smile growing even wider at the feeling of perpetually being wrapped up in the essence of him.

As you made your way back downstairs to meet Frankie, you found your heart skipping a beat again to see that the better part of the living room had been turned into a cozy sanctuary- lights dim and candles lit, both parts of your couch squished together, filled with every pillow and blanket you owned, and Frankie sitting in the middle, giant box of pizza, tub of ice cream and your handsome husband waiting for you.

As if your emotions hadn’t already taken you on a wild roller coaster of a ride today, the adorable sight in front of you had you on the verge of tears again, wiping the wetness pooling in your eyes with the back of Frankie’s sweatshirt sleeve drooping off your arm before crawling into the blanket fort he had constructed for the two of you.

“Frankie… You didn’t have to do this.” You sniffled, curling up next to Frankie as he draped a blanket over your lap and his arm over your shoulder, passing you a plate with 2 large pieces of pizza.

“It’s the least I could do. I put on Hercules for us to watch, but if you wanna-”

Before you could let him finish the rest of his sentence, you were running your hand across the scratchy stubble of his cheek, pulling his face closer to yours as you planted a kiss on his lips, feeling your smiles melt into one another's as your mouths met. “That sounds perfect. God, how’d I get so lucky?”

“I could say the same thing, mi amor. You ready to start the movie?”

“Only if you also pass me that tub of Ben and Jerry’s to go with my pizza.”

“I think I can make that happen.”

About half way through the movie, pizza and tub of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream, your and Frankie’s bodies were tangled together in a sea of limbs and blankets, contently snuggled up with one another as Frankie’s fingers traced lazy circles on your back and shoulder as you laid against his chest.

“You doin’ okay, querida? Need anything?” He cooed, his soft voice dancing in your ear. As if it weren’t enough that you had already been through the extreme highs and lows of almost every feeling under the sun today, the one you hadn’t been until this very moment was insatiably horny. While the mood swings you had mentally prepared yourself for with your new period symptoms, the constant other kind of ache between your legs you had not, and feeling the low rasp of Frankie’s words tickling your neck had been just enough to flip the switch to make you desperately needy.

Letting your leg slide over Frankie’s lap, you pushed yourself up to straddle his hips, running your hands through the dark curls of his thick, brown hair, and down his broad chest, your fists bunching the worn fabric of his shirt in your hands as your mouths became a mess of tangled tongues and teeth.

“I need- fuck- I need you, Frankie, please.” You pleaded between muffled moans, his tongue swiping in the parted space where your lips melted together as one, instinctively beginning to grind your hips into his, feeling the bulge in his sweatpants starting to grow beneath you.

“Fuck- You sure, baby?” Frankie rasped, reactively bucking up into you, making you whine as his hands dug into your hips, guiding you as you swirled over the tented fabric of his bottom half rubbing against your covered core.

“Please. Please, Frankie.” You were all but whimpering at this point, nodding frantically in approval as Frankie used the grasp on your hips to guide you onto your back, making you cock your head in confusion as Frankie scampered to the other side of the couch, back turned to you as he reached over the ledge, pulling out a thick, black towel with a smug grin on his face. “Did you seriously have a towel ready incase I wanted to have sex?” You snorted, shaking your head at Frankie, now crawling back to you, caging your body under his with an electric kiss as he shimmied the towel underneath you.

“Maybe.” Frankie smirked, breaking from your kiss to let his lips trail down your body, his hands toying with the edge of his sweatshirt covering your body as he pushed it up your stomach and chest, helping you to shimmy it over your head, leaving your top half exposed. He gently palmed at your breasts, taking each pebbled nipple in his mouth, sucking and flicking at the buds with his tongue before letting his kisses travel down the soft skin of your stomach and waistband of your sweatpants. The clothes on your bottom half soon joined your sweatshirt in a crumpled pile as Frankie nestled himself between your legs, gently nudging your hips to let your thighs part, revealing your pussy, slick and shiny for him with your juices.

Even though Frankie would eat you out for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late night snack, you couldn’t help but feel guilty that he still found himself between your legs during your time of the month, considering any other man probably would have scoffed at just the thought of going down on you on your period.

But, then again, Frankie Morales wasn’t just any other man.

“Frankie, baby, you know you don’t- Oh fuck!” You gasped, cut off in surprise as Frankie’s tongue licked a long, broad strip across your cunt, making you shudder in pleasure as his head perked up, revealing the devilish grin spread between his cheeks watching your chest already heave in heavy, shaky breaths.

“Oh I know I don’t have to, sweet girl. But I want to. Relax, baby, lemme take care of you.”

Before you could agree, protest, or anything in between, Frankie was back between your legs, arms wrapped around your thighs as they draped over his broad shoulders, digging his fingertips into the plush softness of your skin, dragging his tongue through your folds with the exact grace and precision that he knew made you fall apart in seconds.

With flat, firm presses of his mouth latched against your clit, you could already feel your bottom half writhing under him, the perfect pressure of his tongue dancing around your sensitive bundle of nerves making you moan in pleasure. As your head dipped back, falling into the couch pillow behind you, your hand shot down, fingers burying themselves in the wild curls of Frankie’s hair, tugging at the thick ends for any sort of release as he worked relentlessly at your aching cunt.

“Fuck, Frankie, oh fuck- Fuck, baby, you feel so good.” You whined, your praise only intensifying the way your husband drank every ounce of you up, two thick fingers now gently pressing inside your heat, curled deliciously as they rocked in and out of your entrance, nudging against your g-spot.

Frankie had spent enough time worshiping the altar that was your pussy to know exactly how to make you crumble beneath him, leaving you chanting his name like a prayer as his lips latched around your clit, ferociously sucking as his fingers prodded at the soft, spongy spot that made your cunt begin to clench and heat in your belly pool.

“That’s it, Hermosa. I know you’re close, baby girl. Let me feel you, mi amor. I’ve got you.” Frankie groaned, his words humming deep in his chest, placing chaste kisses on the inside of your thighs before drinking you up like a man starved, adding a third finger into your heat, the added fullness and stretch, combined with Frankie’s relentless pace, enough to have the tingle that had been building at the base of your spine now washing through every inch of your body. Your orgasm began to crash through you, your pussy fluttering as pleasure radiated in your veins, making you cry out Frankie’s name over and over.

Frankie worked persistently through your high, only pulling back after making sure that you had cum again, sitting back on his haunches as he admired the blissed out and ragged mess you had become, your pussy slick and swollen as your chest rose and fell in wrecked inhales and exhales, trying to compose yourself from the Frankie and fucked you senseless with just his tongue.

Wiping the slick and juices glistening in his mustache with the back of his hand, Frankie tugged the sweatshirt covering his own body over his head, followed by his pants and boxers, freeing his painfully hard cock as it slapped against his stomach, his tip red and leaking with precum as his broad body loomed over yours, sucking and nipping at your pulse point as you whimpered his name.

“Frankie, holy fuck.”

“Such a good girl for me, querida. You still want me to fuck you, baby?” He mewled, the metallic and tangy taste of you still lingering on his tongue as he kissed you, laughing to himself at the way you found yourself frantically nodding your head to tell him yes before your words could.

“Jesus Christ, yes. Fuck, please Frankie, I need to feel you.”

Reaching down to stroke himself, he lined his cock up with your entrance, easily sliding into your heat and brushing his tip against your cervix, taking a moment to let you adjust to his fullness. The whine you let out as Frankie filled every inch of you was nothing short of ragged, digging your nails into the skin of his broad back as he ever so slowly began to thrust in and out of you, dragging his length against the slick of your cunt.

“Oh fuck me- Fuck, you hear how wet you are for me, sweet girl? This what you needed, baby? To fill up that pretty little pussy of yours?” Frankie groaned, letting his forehead rest against yours, his sweaty curls now starting to stick to his skin as he pounded into you, rutting his hips at a faster and faster pace.

“It’s all for you, Frankie- Oh shit- only for you.” You moaned, your fingers wrapping around the width of his biceps, flexing deliciously as he hovered over you, sucking you in to a long, deep kiss, fucking into you over and over.

Even with the years between you and the ring on your finger, the possessive part of Frankie’s brain would never get over how the primal and all consuming feeling of knowing you were his, forever, your words shooting straight to his dick as a low groan rumbled in his chest, silently cursing to himself through gritted teeth, watching you fall apart below him.

Readjusting himself, Frankie sat back on his heels, hooking his arm under one of your legs to drape it over his shoulder, the new angle stretching you out in a way that had you seeing stars as Frankie rammed into your g-spot and began thumbing at your clit, still swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm. You could already feel the heat beginning to bloom in your belly once again, your leg beginning to tremble hoisted over Frankie’s shoulder as he dug into the meat of your thigh with a bruising intensity.

Just like he would never get over the fact of knowing you were his, Frankie would never get over watching you begin to crumble under his touch, taking the time to memorize every twitch and twinge your body made as you came closer and closer to your end, always savoring in the moaning mess you’d become as you fell apart around him.

“Fuck, Frankie, Fuck, oh my god- I’m close, baby.” You were all but rambling at this point, your brain barley stringing together coherent sentences as you felt your cunt beginning to clench around his cock, the lewd noises of your moans, wetness and skin slapping together as your hips met filling the room at a borderline pornagraphic rate.

“Meirda, I’m not gonna last much longer, hermosa. Fuck, where do you want me, baby?” Frankie growled through gritted teeth, his eyes locking on yours and telling him everything he needed to know without you saying a word.

“Inside. Fuck, please Frankie, I want you to cum inside me.”

Your confirmation was all it took to flip the switch in Frankie that sent him absolutely feral, the thought of being able to actually knock you up now that you weren’t on birth control anymore, giving you a baby, proving another way to the world to mark you as his? The thought alone was enough to have him bracing every bone in his body to keep him from cuming right then and there.

“Fuck me. You want me to fill you up, querida? Fuck me full of you? Fuck a baby into you? That's what you want, huh?” Frankie moaned, grunting with each thrust of his hips, his rhythm becoming more frantic and shaky as he felt your pussy begin to flutter around him, pressing the pads of his fingers against your clit, swirling them in frantic circles to make sure you came before he did.

“Fuck, yes. I need you too, holy fuck- wanna make you a daddy, Fransisco.”

You could feel the tightly wound knot in your core starting to snap, your legs trembling and breath shaking as Frankie fucked into you, finding yourself on the verge of collapse- but not before Frankie’s filthy mouth got the last word in.

“Jesus, fuck- Fuck, hermosa. That’s what you want, pretty girl? I swear, I’m gonna fuck myself so deep into you it’ll fucking take. Get you fucking pregnant tonight.”

That was all it took to have you orgasm come crashing through you, every inch of your body radiating with pleasure as you came, crying out Frankie’s name as you gushed around him, your eyes practically rolling to the back of your head, your mind going blank and numb, the only thing grounding you were the incoherent ramblings of your husband as he followed suit behind you.

“Fuck, that’s it, baby. Fuck, I’m gonna cum too, fuck, fuck-ahhhhhh.” With one final thrust, Frankie could feel himself spilling against your walls, coating you with his spend as his cock pulsed, making sure he milked himself of every last drop deep inside your cunt before even thinking about pulling out. Moving your leg, Frankie slumped into you, splaying himself across your body as your chests rose and fell in sync, laying in silence as you let your breathing steady, coming back down to Earth from your high.

With a shallow grunt, Frankie carefully pulled his softening cock out of your heat, leaning back to admire the mess he had made between your legs, his cum dripping down the inside of your thighs and pussy glistening with the mixture of your arousal. You let out a soft hiss at the loss of Frankie’s fullness inside you, only to quickly be replaced by a gasp as he buried his two fingers back into your cunt.

“Gotta make sure every last drop stays in there, hermosa. Gonna keep you full of me all night, baby.” He mewled, carefully gathering his spend and pushing it deep inside you, making you whimper as he slowly pulsed his fingers back and forth, pulling away his hand to lean back into your body, engulfing you with an electric kiss.

“Holy fuck, fuck me. Jesus, Frankie.” You laughed to yourself, your head dipping back on the pillow as you buried your face in your hands, at a loss for words at how euphoric you now felt in your post colital bliss.

“Wow, again, already? Gotta give me a few after that querida.” He smirked, making you roll your eyes at his joke as you playfully swatted at him, making him lean in to pepper your body with kisses, leaving you squealing and squirming in delight.

“You are absolutely ridiculous, Fransisco Morales. If you keep fucking me like that, then yeah, absolutley.”

“If I keep fucking you like this, I have a very hopeful feeling that next month, we’ll have something else to care about besides period cramps.”

“I swear to god, if one of my cravings ends up being buffalo chicken dip once I’m pregnant, I’m gonna be pissed.”

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osachiyo · 7 months

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ꨄ Take It All ꨄ neuvillette

𖤐 a/n: been thinking about this man for so longgg he's just so pretty :( I hope y'all enjoy this short drabble ! not proofread, pls have mercy 🙏 (nsfw ahead, mdni)

Your ears were ringing, vision white, where− where were you again? Suddenly, Neuvillette's deep voice snapped you back to reality, your eyes opening to find him on top of you, hips still brutally smacking against your ass, "are you still with me, honey?" His voice was smooth like the finest silk, even while he drilled his cock into you. "mmph− y-yes.." you managed to gasp out, your brain practically melting from his sharp and deep thrusts. His cock was so big− so thick, splitting you open. "good− mmh.." he grunted out, hungrily eyeing the little bulge in your lower tummy, appearing and disappearing with each drag of his cock inside your mushy walls. It drove him wild. So wild, in fact, he had been doing this for hours− pounding into your soft, tight hole for hours, never losing stamina.

He had you in a full mating-press, folding you in half with his sheer body weight. Strong arms pushed your thighs against your chest, knees close to your ears, while he destroyed your cunt. "g-god− you feel so good," he growled, hips fastening their pace as your eyes roll back into your skull tongue hanging out dumbly. You were both covered in sweat and cum, the room smelling like sex from how long you two have been at it, fucking like bunnies as he slowly lost himself in your pussy. Lewd squelching and skin slapping against skin noises were bouncing off the walls, if someone listened closely enough, they could hear it from outside. But he could not care less, too preoccupied with your pussy gushing and clenching on his fat cock, taking him like a fucking champ and he was so proud of you. You'd make such a great mother, the image of your tummy all swollen with his babies and tits full of milk made his head spin, he could feel his mouth watering.

He was slamming into you by now, his own eyes slightly rolling back behind closed lids as the fat tip of his cock kissed your cervix repeatedly, making you clench down on him. He pressed his body weight further onto you, your knees nearly touching your ears and it was so hot, the way he manhandled you and folded you in half, having his way with you, while groaning the sweetest praises to you. His fingers made their way between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your puffy clit, making you squirt all over him, nails racking down his muscular back as you felt his warm seed filling you up <3

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sparklovespink · 1 month

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PARK JONGSEONG! --- as your next door neighbor

🥽—warnings 18+ hard thought, oral (f. receiving), overstimulation, teasing, masturbation, listening in on masturbation, jay's kinda nasty, pussy whipped!jay, horny simp!jay

📼—author's note this is my first work with even minor plot in it on here. hope you guys enjoy this bc ive been feenin for jay all week long. so sorry that this is in lapslock! it was originally a drabble but it got long and i was too lazy to change it. 🎀—w/c 2,000~

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JAY had moved into the apartment next to yours almost a half a year ago. although he's really only seen you is passing, he thinks you're a good neighbor for the most part—you don't bother him, only greeting him with simply waves when you see him in the hall, and you're not a party person either. in fact he thinks you could be the perfect neighbor, the only problem being your little habit. actually, the things he hears at night from your room might be a major problem, but not in a bad way.

occasionally, every now and then he comes home from work in the later hours of the night, to hear you moaning. it could be past midnight but you're still going. you're so fucking loud about it too, sounds of muffled whimpers slipping through the walls. at this point you probably haven't missed a single night, it's like you've got to want him to know. his only secret show.

and his imagination runs wild. whether you're fucking yourself on a dildo or fingering yourself, he has no idea. sometimes, when he can hear you, he wonders if he could get you to shut up with his fingers in your mouth. wonders if you get off to the idea of him and probably everyone else on your fucking floor being able to hear you. wonders if your own fingers really are any good and if you'd want his to help out that pretty cunt. because jay just knows that you're an absolute whore, can hear it in every squeal.

he's so obsessed with you and he can't help it. even now he's started to jerk off to your sounds too, small moans fueling all of the nasty thoughts that run through your head. fist wrapped around his fat, veiny cock as he strokes himself in tandem with your moans. it's not even enough, he needs to fuck something. and something, is you.

so, he sets a plan into action. seducing you. he knocks on your door the around ten the night after, thinking to at least just meet you under the guise that he's made too much dinner and has leftovers to share.

and there you are, swinging open the door. his already hard cock stirs harder when he sees you, standing behind the door. you're flustered and disheveled, clad in just shorts and a tee. your shorts are hiked up on your ass and he can see your swollen nipples peaking through your shirt. he must've 'interrupted' you, because you look like you slipped them on in a hurry after hearing him knock. fucking jackpot.

"can i help you– oh, hi?" you say, obviously not expecting him, nor noticing the way jay is running his eyes over your figure. you lean one arm against the door frame, making eye contact right as he glances up from your tits to talk to you. "you're my neighbor, jay, right?"

of course you remember him, duh. there's no way you fuck yourself that loudly every single night if you don't want someone to know. at this point the only thing that's confusing to him is why his name's never left your mouth.

"yeah, i'm next door alright." he nods. he shuffles so that the tray of leftovers hides his boner. he's got what he wanted already, now thinking if he should just leave the tray with you and be on his way, maybe come back and ask for it tomorrow. but before he can even say anything, you beckon him invite him in with a wave of your hand.

"actually...it'd be great if you could bring it in and have some with me," you say, "unless you already ate? sorry, it smells so good but i don't think i could finish it myself."

heaven has got to be listening in on this conversation because jay's never been this lucky. even when he won a hundred bucks betting on jake—who's an absolute wildcard in monopoly, jay knows better than to put money on him again—he swears he was not this lucky.

not even fifteen minutes later and he's sitting at your dinner table. he seats himself while you're grabbing two plates and put everything together. you have no idea how hard he is right now, how badly he wants to go home and jerk off to the memory of you. but he's holding in it, pressing his palm against his erection with the hope that it'll be enough to soothe him for now. it obviously isn't.

he somehow makes it through dinner, eventually making small talk with you. you get along rather well with him, shooting bratty quips to match his quick comments. you don't even mind when his knee bumps into yours, moving until it's touching your thigh.

he trades numbers with you and soon seeing each other is routine. he brings over a plate of food for you to try at least once every week, usually over a movie or a board game. you even introduce him to a couple of friends, who he glares horribly at whenever he think they're to close to you. although you never seem to notice, he knows that one guy wants you just as bad as he does, can see it in the way he looks at you.

which makes sense, as you are also currently single, jay soon finds out. he had already thought so, but a small part of him was also worried that there could be a someone. someone who you let hold onto your bare hips and fuck your pussy when jay could be doing that. when jay should be doing that.

and when he gets back to his apartment after one particularly touchy movie night, you really let him know that. he doesn't think you've ever sounded this loud, this needy. he's on the other side of the wall, groaning as he teases his angry, red tip to the sounds you're making. right now, he could be taking care of you, fucking you hard into your mattress. he dreams about it every fucking night. he pulls out his phone, opening your contact and typing with one hand as he squeezes his cock.

damn ur loud lol

he tosses his phone to the side, watches as it lands across his mattress, screen facing up. he's seriously about to cum, core tightening just as his head falls back. the sounds of your moans have quieted, but he hasn't noticed yet, strokes speeding up.

yh i know

come ovr

jay's hand falters as he registers the texts, neck straining to reread because there's no fucking way you just sent that. he double checks. triple checks.

fuck.

he's crawled off his bed in less than three seconds, pulling his sweats up and throwing on a shirt before heading out to hall. when he gets there, he doesn't even have to open the door. you're already flinging it open, coming face to face with him in the door frame.

jay's flustered, pupils big and cheeks painted a soft red. he looks at you, looks down at your hands, wrapped around the door knob, and back at you. he swears every time he sees you, you're in less clothing. panties and a tee. are you trying to kill him? "fuck, that wasn't to the wrong person or shi–"

you shut him up by pulling him by the strings of his sweats, dragging him into your apartment. closing the door, you spin both of you around so that you're pressed up against the door. "no mistake." you hum, looking into his eyes.

"fucking hell, really?" he asks, eyes wide and glossy as he stares back. he's so close, could press his mouth to the corner of your lips if he wanted to be romantic. could stick his tongue in his mouth and mix his spit with yours if he wanted to be nasty.

“so i was right. you were listening to me fuck myself." you coo, giving him pouty lips as you press your leg against his cock, hard underneath his sweats.

there's a choked up noise that spills out of his throat at your words. he can't admit to that, fuck. even if it's already obvious. he watches your tongue run over you bottom lip, coating it with slick spit. "think you're any better than my toys?"

jay's on you in a second, dropping down to his knees. he presses his face against your panties, rubbing his nose in between your inner thighs. you're already soaking yourself and he can taste it, dragging his tongue along the the crotch of the fabric. "so much fucking better."

his eyes roll back so far when you slide a hand into his hair, tugging him closer to you. he's impossibly hard, dick leaking precum inside of his sweats when he hears the way you murmur a little "jay, please."

and jay wants nothing more than to please you and taste the pussy that's haunted him for weeks. he pulls your panties down, lifting your legs up one by one to take them off. chucking them to a random, pressing his lips right above your cunt before he looks up at you.

this is the man who's wanted you for a damn long time now. who spent nearly every night edging himself to the noises you let slip into his apartment through the walls. who jerked himself off in your bathroom when you got to close on movie nights. who fucking dreamt about you riding his cock till he can't cum anymore.

he fucks his tongue into your cunt, loving the way your thighs suffocate him. his mouth vibrates every time he moans into your cunt.

all the nights he spent in his bed, poor cock between his hand were nothing compared to this. the way you squeal when his nose bumps into your clit, making you rut your hips into face.

"fuck, right there," you cry out, feeling jay's hand snake up your leg to grab your ass cheek. he palms your ass, pushes you further onto his mouth. he's so fucking good at it, eats you out like you're the last meal he's had in days.

there's a dark look in his glossy eyes when he looks up at you, speech muffled as he speaks into your core. "this pussy's fucking perfect." he mutters, diving right back into you.

you let him work, lapping up your arousal, his eyes never looking away from your face even once. "look at me baby." he says, tone stern. one glance down and you can't fucking help the your fist tightens in his hair at the sight of him; dragging his tongue along your inner thigh. delighted in the way you squirm, he sucks a hickey against a patch of skin that's gone wet from the messy way he's been eating you out. "mmm...just like that."

you pout at the loss when his mouth separates from your cunt, begging him to start up again. "jay please, i'm so fucking close."

"just knew you were damn needy." he murmur. it earns a whimper from you, and that's enough to get jay to attach himself back to your cunt. you don't even notice when his free hand drops to fist his his swollen cock, pumping his length the same way he does every other night.

when you cum, it's overwhelming, messy, and wet. you're fucking crying, and even then jay's not pulling off, letting you choke him with your thighs tight around his head. his own cock aches, pent up from earlier. it only takes one more sound from you before he cums, hard, hand all over his hand.

he comes off your cunt with slowly, like he could have buried his face between your legs for hours if he really wanted to. his face is mess sticky mess of cum, and you can feel the soft blow of his breath against your inner thigh.

hiccuping, you watch the way he cleans himself decently enough with the back of his hand, licking your juices off of his skin. "so much better than just hearing you baby."

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Wings ☆ Drabble/Really Short One Shot

☆ Adam x Wingless Angel!Fem!Reader :

They were just so pretty, you couldn’t help but touch your boyfriend’s beautiful golden wings. And hey, what was the worst that could happen’ probably nothing too bad, right?

Warnings: Mature Content, Explicit/Graphic Language, Praise & Degradation, Adam is a bit condescending and forceful, but hey, it’s Adam we’re talking about. Oral Sex(Female Receiving), Penetrative Sex, First Time As A Couple. NOT PROOFREAD.

Words: 2330

Ask: Hi! ^^ Omg I saw that your requests are open!! I have one for Adam from Hazbin Hotel. I have a headcanon that his wings are very very sensitive and when you touch them it drives him crazy. Could you please do a Nsfw/ smut headcanon, or scenario with him and his female S/O just hanging out, him eating and she gets curious and touches softly them (not knowing what the affect it)? I hope you have a beautiful day!

Note: Of course!! And thank you, hope you also have a beautiful day/night!! Thanks for the request, right now I’m going to work on my others lol. Hope you like what I wrote!!

☆ more under the cut. ☆

Ever since your ascent to Heaven post-mortem, a sense of exclusion lingered in your heart. Unlike most heavenly beings with wings, you were one of the few soul that lack that part of the brand new heavenly anatomy. While everyone in Heaven remained kind and courteous, the infrastructure, were obvious designed for winged inhabitants. That posed you quite the challenges, especially when you where in need of transportation— the lack of automobiles was your greatest nemesis in the afterlife, as everyone effortlessly soared using their wings they didn’t need them.

Despite a subtle feeling of inferiority, your fascination with wings endured. Their majestic allure captivated you, and the desire to experience the softness of the beautiful contraptions persisted. ‘You just had to feel them!’

And you were determined to do so today, as you had received an invitation from Adam to come over.

Currently, you find yourself enjoying takeout on the expansive balcony of his penthouse. It was nice scenery, a comfy outdoor couch with a coffee table full of food.

As he rambled about his day, you nodded along, your attention solely fixed on the captivating golden wings adorning his sides and back. Sneakily inching closer to him, captivated by their beauty. “—Anyways that chick had a huge rack,” He pauses to take a bite of his burger, “So I guessed even Karen ass bitches can be hot.” he finishes with gulp.

Then you finally had a hold of them, ‘his marvellous wings!’ You were engrossed at their exquisite softness, surpassing any feathers from animals you had ever touched. Lost in the delicate material for about a solid five minutes, it had than dawned on you that Adam had stopped talking. Looking back up at him, you notice he had dropped his burger on the table. Then when you glanced at his face, you noted that he looked ‘different’, if you had to describe it, his face almost looked feverish.

In a blink, you were flipped onto your back and hit the couch cushions, then one of Adam's hands pinned both of your hands above your head.

“Fuuuck, babe! You don't need to get so handsy just because your jealous, you could've just fucking said so instead of acting a little tease, feelin’ me up and all.” He informs you while staring down at your perplexed expression, because, while Adam talked dirty in general, you had no idea what you had done to be a tease in this particular situation.

While that question spun in your head, Adam moved closer to your ear, his words jolting you out of your thoughts.

“if you were feeling needy, you just had to speak up. You know I would never leave my girl hanging, especially if getting her little brains fuck out is what she wants.” His voice low, full of desire and malice. He then playfully nip at your ear, ‘now who was the tease again?’

“Wait what— Um, Adam, where is all this coming from?!” You speak up, clearly nervous as a result of your boyfriend's statements and how close your bodies were together.

“The fuck you mean? You started this shit.” He begins, slowly sliding his free hand up your thigh. “Getting in my personal space, touching my wings to get me riled up, are you really gonna play the clueless card now you slutty little thing.” His hand now reaching under you shirt. “Think you can mess with me and just act like nothing happened, huh?” He says as he fondles with one of your breast.

“What do mean get you riled up, I barely touch you!?” You speak out anxiously; this was going far beyond anything you had done before. You two would kiss passionately at most, never doing anything remotely close to, 'well this!' It was strange; he almost acted like he did when he was mad, but this was somewhat different.

"Bold lie for an angel, like you wouldn't know— Oh, riiiight, you don't have wings." It had now dawned on him that you were utterly clueless of the affects the soft petting you gave to his wings had on him, and how depraved it made him feel.

"Yeah. I am not sure what I did to you when I touched your wings, but let me make one thing clear: it was unintentional. Seriously, they seemed soft, and I wanted to know how nice they were to the touch. So I'm sorry for making you mad; I should have asked before touching them.” You explain.

"Aww babes, don't worry, you didn't make me mad, and I'll tot's forgive you,"

You briefly relax as he speaks, well that is, until he opens his mouth again.

"Yeah I'll definitely forgive you if take care of my raging hard on for me'." He emphasised his words by grinding himself against you, making you feel his erection, and oh boy! Was he big; his self-appointed title of 'dickmaster' didn't seem so baseless anymore.

Your heart races faster as you feel a wave of panic wash over you. Despite his words, you couldn’t help but feel anxious about the situation. It was a big milestone to you, ‘the first time the two of you would have intercourse’.

You squirmed slightly, attempting to break free from his hold due to nerves but soon realize it was futile with him pinning your hands above your head. "I... I'm not sure that—," you started to say, but before you could finish, he cut you off.

"Shut up and enjoy the ride, babes." He growled softly, taking advantage of your momentary hesitation to quickly roughly kiss your lips. His tongue thrusts aggressively into your mouth, demanding entry while his other hand continues cupping your breast, squeezing and groping roughly. His erection presses harder against your thigh, digging into your sensitive flesh.

Despite your initial protests and confusion, you can't deny the familiar thrill coursing through your veins. You knew better, yet you still arch into his touch, moaning softly against his rough treatment.

As a warning to quit your shifting around, Adam's grip tightens around your wrists, almost painfully so, causing you to whimper in discomfort mixed with arousal.

And when he finally breaks the kiss, his breathing is heavy and labored.

"You like it, don't you?" He asked, his voice low with desire. His hips rock back and forth, grinding against you harder, making sure you felt every inch of his member. "Admit it, Y/N."

"A-adam, please... I—," you pleaded while being out of breath, but your words were cut off by another deep kiss. His tongue forced its way past your lips, exploring your mouth hungrily yet his hand didn't stop its manhandling of your chest. Meanwhile, his cock throbbed painfully against your thigh, leaving a trail of precum on your clothes.

The sensation was too much for you to handle; despite your original nervousness, the thoughts of messing up or not being enough had dissipated, and you couldn't bring yourself to refuse him anymore. You wanted him and he was totally into you.

Plus your body responded to his touch in ways you didn’t expect it to, it was incredibly in tune with his wants. Tears threatened to spill from your eyes as he continued his assault on both your body and mind.

Suddenly, Adam pulled away, his breathing heavy and short. "Good girl," he praised, his tone laced with satisfaction. "Now, spread those legs for me."

While being aroused, you still reluctantly spread your legs wide apart, letting him take off your shorts and exposing your wet panties. "Please, Adam," you whimpered, unable to resist his advances any longer.

With a growl of lust, he ripped off your remaining clothes, revealing your naked body to him. His eyes devoured every inch of you—your stomach, to your hips and obviously your beautiful pussy. Without further ado, he leaned forward, his mouth descending upon your navel, tracing slow, hot lines with his tongue before moving lower still. "Mmmm, you smell so fucking good toots," he murmured against your sensitive flesh.

His hands trailed downwards too, cupping your thighs in his palms, squeezing and kneading them. Soon switching to one free hand and one holding down your legs, inching his face to your then and lapping at your heat.

“Adam, what in the heavens are you doing!?"

“Uh, trying to eating you out, pretty obvious babes”

"Yeah, I get that, but like, why?? You always complain about 'bitches being annoying for demanding you go down on them.' when you mentioned passed relationships"

"Oh yeah, I did say that lmao. Honestly, I just feel like it. You look so pathetically adorable; I couldn’t help myself."

“Did— did you just lmao out loud?”

“Do you want me to stop eating you out with all your interruptions.” He threatens.

"No! I mean, I'm alright. Please continue."

"That’s what I thought too, babes," he grinned around your wet folds, sucking and licking at your sensitive spots. His tongue traced along your cunt, flicking against your clit before returning to tease your entrance again.

You moaned softly, your hands grasping tightly onto Adam's horns as he continued to pleasure you. You arched into him, letting out a soft whimper when his long tongue brushed against your G-spot. "Mmmhmmm... More please..." you managed to mutter between heavy breaths.

He chuckled lightly against your sensitive flesh before pulling away slightly. "Alright, alright." With renewed vigor, he returned to his task with even more enthusiasm, sucking harder and faster on your clit while his fingers teased her opening. He could feel your wetness increasing rapidly, seeping down onto his hand.

Your body trembled and shook in response to the intense sensations assaulting every inch of your being; you were close now—very close. Your breathing became increasingly shallow as she fought the impending orgasm building up inside of her. Then finally you reached sweet climax.

Adam momentarily let go of you to undress himself, now cock in hand."Tell me you want it," he demanded between kisses to neck, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"I... I do," you managed to choke out, your voice barely audible above your heavy breathing.

"That's my girl," he purred, his voice dripping with satisfaction. Without warning, he thrust his cock deep inside you, filling you completely. A sharp cry escaped your lips as the unfamiliar yet familiar feeling washed over you. His thrusts were fast and hard, pounding into you relentlessly. Each powerful stroke brought forth a moan from your throat, mixing with his growls of pleasure.

Your body adjusted quickly to his size, accommodating him easily despite initial discomfort. You arched your back against him, meeting his rhythmic thrusts. The sensation was unlike anything you've ever experienced before—it hurt, but in the best possible way. Your chest bounced with each powerful thrust.

As Adam continued to ravish you, his fingers found their way between your legs, rubbing and massaging your sensitive folds. He teased and tormented your clit mercilessly, causing waves of intense pleasure to ripple through your core. After staring at your lower half for a minute, “I should totally get my name tatted on you, like a crotch tattoo or some shit.” he tells you in his usual goofy tone, yet the look behind his eyes seem to say that he wasn’t completely joking. You on the other could only cry out his name between ragged breaths, begging for more.

“That's it, you filthy little whore," he murmured between labored breaths. "Tell me how much you love this, slut." His pace picked up even more, slamming into you harder and faster than before. Your moans echoed around the room as he relentlessly claimed your body.

In response to his demand, you managed to choke out, "I... I love it!" Your voice cracking with desire, filled with honesty despite yourself.

"Good girl." He growled, picking up speed. His hips slammed against yours in a brutal rhythm that left you gasping for air. His fingers continued their relentless assault on your sensitive spots, driving you closer to the edge of ecstasy. As a reflex you grabbed at his back, well in this case, his wings.

And that action fucked with him so bad. So Adam bit down hard on your neck, leaving a mark that would later turn into a pretty obvious hickey. Blood trickled down your skin, but it only served to heighten your arousal. "Cum for me, babe," he groaned, his voice hoarse with lust. "Let go, don’t think too hard about it"

You were close, so close to the brink of orgasm. The constant barrage of stimulation was too much for your body to handle, and you couldn't hold back anymore. "A-Adam... I'm..."

"That's it, baby," he encouraged you, his words thick with desire. He increased the pace even more, pounding into you relentlessly.

With a loud cry, you release around him, your pussy contracting tightly around his cock as wave after wave of intense pleasure washed over you. Your entire body shook with the force of your climax, and sweat trickled down your body, mixing with his saliva and cum.

Adam groaned in satisfaction, following suit moments later, filling you up with his hot seed. Panting heavily, he lifted his head to stare into your eyes, his gaze filled with lust and satisfaction. "That was fucking amazing, shit, that’s why your my fav."

After momentarily going inside to get cleaned up, you had returned to the balcony.

“Shit my burger is cold!” Adam bitches.

“Well what did you expect it was left on a table while being outdoors— Oh, shit, did someone-?” You begin, than the realization of the what just happened hits Locke a truck.

“-Hear us? Yeah most likely, but doesn’t really matter, they won’t do shit about it, well probably.” He says followed by a laugh.

Sometimes you wondered why you were dating someone so irresponsible, but after today, you did have another bullet point to add to your pros list. ‘The dick was good’

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