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wongyuuu · 1 month

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pairing: seungcheol x f!reader genre: smut word count: 3.1k summary: the red mark on the calendar is one of seungcheol's favorites warnings: minors do not interact, kissing, stimulation, swearing, petnames, penetrative sex, unprotected sex (don't do this), oral (f. receiving), breeding kink, cock sleeve (kinda), dirty talking playlist: ➝ here a/n: still a little (a lot) insecure about smut, but wanted to try writing this one. not proof read

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seungcheol stopped in front of the calendar in the closet, a smile tugging at his lips. the red circle around the date, signaling an important event he always waited a little more anxiously for.

not that having sex with his wife was something he couldn't do as often as he liked, far from that. if anything both of you were always eager to be with each other, even after so many years together. it had never gotten boring or dull at any moment. both of you always wanted to try new things and keep it interesting, mostly you. for seungcheol being buried deep inside you while you moaned his name was to closest thing he'd ever to heaven, if such a place even existed.

he gave up on the shirt, knowing fully well what the sight of him in nothing but sweats did to you. pair it with his wet hair and it was enough to drive you crazy. the good thing about being with someone for so long is knowing exactly what ticks the other person off, and what buttons to press. well, it could be both a blessing and a curse. in that moment seungcheol chose to believe that it was solely a blessing.

a small groan left his lips at the sight of you lying on your stomach, scrolling through your phone, in his shirt and black pair of panties — the one he bought you after there was a small accident with a few pieces of underwear.

the thing about ticks and buttons is that it works both ways and, obviously, seungcheol wasn't the only one who could play that game.

he crawled on top of you slowly and pushed your hair to the side so he could kiss the nape of your head. you sighed in contentment when you felt his weight on top of yours.

"look," you said, raising your phone slightly "hannie sent me pictures of his daughter today"

seungcheol looked at the smiling face of his friend with a little girl in his arms. it had been many years since he had seen jeonghan look quite that happy. of course that suddenly finding out about a child and suddenly needing to be a full-time dad wasn't the easiest thing in the world but he was playing it like a breeze. you swiped your finger and a picture of the little girl in a bright yellow dress greeted him. seungcheol smiled. yeah, she was cute and looked every bit like jeonghan, acted too. a little menace, she was.

"what does he want? if he's sending pictures he wants something" he chuckled knowing his friend well. everything jeonghan did had a purpose.

seungcheol sat back on his heels and slowly started to massage your shoulders over the fabric of the shirt.

"he asked if we can have gia tomorrow night, he has a work thing to go" you moaned lowly when seungcheol pressed on the not in your shoulder blade, "i said yes"

he laughed again. of course you had been quick to agree, it didn't surprise him. you had always loved kids and were always happily willing to have them for any amount of time needed. after you had gotten married it had gotten a little more frequent since most of your friends had decided to have kids at the same, and since jeonghan found out about his daughter it had gotten weekly. seungcheol never complained, he too loved kids and liked having them around, he especially loved the glint in your eyes whenever you looked at them running around the living room, breaking a thing or two.

"cheol" you said one day at the darkest hour of the night after rolling around in bed for hours, voice barely a whisper as you played with his hair "i... should we start trying?"

it was too late, his mind was barely working, almost drowning in sleep for him to understand what you were saying but in hindsight, he should have seen it coming.

"trying what?" he asked turning around and wrapping you in his arms, his leg nesting between yours.

"for a baby"

that was how the calendar ended up hanging on the closet wall. your ovulation period was marked in a bright red marker.

"do you think it's really work or, maybe, a date?" you asked.

slowly seungcheol moved his hand lower, to the small of your back, pressing a little more tenderly where he knew you struggled with pain. he moved your, his, shirt up, adding a little more pressure as your body fully relaxed under him.

"jeonghan wouldn't date now," he said "gia is still getting used to him and us, he wouldn't add someone else to the mix"

you turned around under him, eyes narrowed. when you raised your arm to rest it under your head your shirt lifted a little, exposing the skin right over the elastic of your underwear. it was pretty, yes, with lace details on the sides but that mattered very little. seungcheol was far more interested in what was hidden under it.

"you're telling me that jeonghan hasn't fucked anyone since we got gia? a whole seven months ago"

seungcheol placed his hands on your waist, your skin warm under his touch. the corner of your lips tugged up at the expression in your husband's eyes. he was struggling to keep focus on the conversation both of you were heaving. jeonghan and gia were the least of his worries.

"i care very little about who jeonghan fucks" he said, voice hoarse as he leaned forward at the same time he pushed your shirt further up "all i care about is putting a baby in my beautiful wife"

he pressed a kiss to your naked skin. he had imagined it many times, you pregnant with his kid, your belly around. it had been one of the many reasons why he had woken you up in the middle of the night and fucked you dumb. he had never said anything, choosing to let you decide when it was time. when you were ready to have a baby. seungcheol knew that it was going to change things for you a lot more than it would for him, it was also your body.

if it were up to him, you'd have a least two kids running around the house.

"you have some work to do then," you said, laughing.

almost like a reflex, you tangled your fingers in his hair. you sighed as seungcheol started his exploratory kisses. some were light, like the touch of a feather, loving, in a worship manner. others were the exact opposite, harsher as he pulled your skin in between his teeth just for a second, to later soothe the spot with the tip of his tongue. he loved to leave tiny marks in your body, where no one else would be able to see them but him. but you knew they were there, it was a constant reminder of the night before and a reminder of what was still to come.

you spread your legs to better accommodate seungcheol as he pushed your shirt to your neck. you felt a little electric tension run over your skin when you noticed his eyes on you, taking in your every expression. you smiled when he pressed his thumb over your hard nipple, pinching it.

seungcheol took your boob into his mouth, biting your nipple at the same time he pinched the other one. involuntarily your back arched, your grip on his hair tightening.

he loved the sounds you made, how it usually started so low and small but he always managed to work you up enough to get you begging under him, on top of him. either way, you'd end the night pleading for him, for his cock.

"do you think today is the day?" he asked, trailing his kisses again down your stomach to your panties "do you think i can pump you full enough to get you pregnant?"

you expected seungcheol to tug at the sides of your panties and pull them down but instead, he kissed you over them. he grinned when he saw the small wet spot in your underwear.

"i barely started and you're already wet, baby?" he teased.

he ran his finger over your cunt still covered by the thin panties. your hips twitched under his touch, needing more than just light touches. but you weren't ready to give in to him yet. he was going to have to work harder if he wanted to hear you begging for more.

"not a word? playing hard to get tonight, i see" he pushed your underwear to the side, lightly blowing your clit. he had to contain the laugh that erupted in his chest "let's see how long it lasts"

you raised your hips as seungcheol used his index fingers to pull your panties down. you laughed when you saw the small piece of cloth being thrown over his shoulder. your laughter died as soon as you felt his warm, wet, tongue on your clit. he sucked the small bundle of never into his mouth at the same time he pushed two fingers into you. he was relentless, his pace devastating, not giving you a second to breathe.

the sounds, of his mouth on you as well as the wetness of your pussy, were obscene but they turned you on even further. you wanted, needed, more.

and the thing is, seungcheol was the giving kind of partner. whatever you wanted was yours, but you had to say it, loud and clear. for him.

"come one baby, just ask" he blew your clit again, this time using the tip of his thumb to lightly brush it "use your pretty little mouth and beg for me"

a curse left your lips when his fingers stopped moving and he pulled away from you. your orgasm that was right there, around the corner, suddenly gone, leaving only your throbbing cunt and ragged breathing as a witness.

you tried to grab his hand and push his fingers back but the was being a little shit, holding it behind his back.

"fuck, seungcheol," you said, partially annoyed, and desperately turned on "just eat me out, fuck me with your fingers. whatever you do just make me cum"

"your wish, wife, is always my command"

seungcheol wasted no second. his lips were around your clit and a third finger was added into to slit. it only took a few pumps for you to come undone under him. a mess of moans and curses. unsure of when exactly you had let go, your hand gripped his hair again, forcing his head closer to you, grinding his face against you, desperate for everything he had.

seungcheol used the edge of the mattress to apply some pressure on his throbbing cock. he was so hard it was painful so whatever friction he could get was welcomed.

every single one of your moans were met a stroke of his tongue and a pump of his fingers. it was torture, the most delicious and vicious kind of torture.

seungcheol only leaned back when he felt the shake in your legs subside, crawling back you. he pressed his thumb in your mouth, smiling when you opened and sucked him in. you were the most beautiful thing in the world, with your cheeks painted in a bright shade of pink, and two tear stains on the sides of your eyes. god, he loved you.

you could taste your own release in his finger when you circled his finger with your tongue. you grazed his skin with your teeth looking into his eyes. seungcheol hissed, wishing that it was his cock in your mouth.

"i know you would love it if i sucked you," you said "but i really need you to fuck me, right now, please"

you were going to be the death of him.

you pulled your shirt over your head and turned around, sticking your ass up while your chest was pressed against the pillow.

for a second seungcheol felt like a teenager who just found out he was about to fuck the hottest girl he had ever laid eyes on. he was quick to push his sweats off. he hadn't bothered with boxers, knowing exactly where the night would lead the two of you.

"i'm going to fill you up so good baby" he squeezed your ass and second later slapped it "so so deep there's no way you won't get pregnant tonight"

he ran his tip over your pussy a few times, coating himself in you. he knew that he could slide in without doing it but he also liked torturing you. your moans got a little more desperate every time rubbed against your clit.

whenever he took you bare the sensation was entirely new and different. yes, there were a few instances when both of you were in too much of a hurry, or sometimes it just didn't matter enough, to care or remember to take a condom, but ultimately both of you had always been careful. you took your pills, he carried a condom and life moved on. but even after months of no condom, no barrier at all between the two of you, seungcheol still felt his head get a little dizzy.

your walls adjusted perfectly to him, clinging around him, pulling him, demanding every single inch of him. he slowly pushed in until all he was deep into you, to the hilt.

you moaned against the soft fabric of the sheets, loving the burning sensation of the stretch. you pushed your ass high in the hair, wiggling it from side to side begging him to just move. the stretch of his dick deliciously painful still.

"cheol, move" you begged.

"this what you want?" he asked

seungcheol pushed your head further into the mattress, his hand on the back of your head, thighing your hair around his fist. finally he started to move, he pulled his cock all the way out and pressed it back in, hitting that one spot that made your head spin and little stars shine behind your closed eyes, over and over again. you squirmed when seungcheol pressed his weight over your body, moaning as he somehow got even deeper.

you moved your hand down your body, slowly circling your with the tip of your nail.

"cheol, fuck" you bit the pillow "faster, please, just fuck me"

he loved the neediness in your voice, how you completely forfeit with your no-begging police. the smell of your sweet vanilla soap disappeared now that your skin was coated in a thin layer of sweat.

seungcheol didn't change his rhythm, knowing that it was enough to drive you crazy and over the edge.

"are you touching yourself, baby?" he pulled on your hair, giving you a taste of your medicine. his dick throbbed when he saw the smile on your face "fuck"

he reached forward, slapping your hand away from your cunt. you cursed at him but the nasty words were quickly replaced with a moan when he pinched your clit, tugging and pressing, driving you fucking crazy on his dick. even so, his pace was slow.

"cum for me, baby" he whispered.

"let me ride you" you begged "i want to look at you when you breed me"

your words had always been the ruin of him. he almost came right there. he turned you around and sat on the bed, grinning when you cried when his dick left your pussy.

"i know, baby, but you were the one that wanted to ride me"

a small fuck you left your lips as you crawled on top of him. seungcheol moaned when you gripped him, your hand sliding up and down his length while you grazed his tip with your nail lightly. you aligned him to you and sank down in one swift movement, making both of you moan.

seungcheol was wrong, being balls deep into you wasn't paradise. no. paradise was being balls deep in your cunt while you rode him, tits bouncing in in his face, while you moaned his name again and again like a prayer, taking what you wanted from him. he cupped your breasts in his hands. your hands covered his, forcing your nipples between his fingers and squeezing.

"fuck. cheol" you said, eyes on his as you circled your hips before thrusting down on him again "i'm gonna cum. i need to"

your walls squeezed around him. seungcheol moaned as he held you by the hips holding you in place, while the pounded into you, finally, finally fucking you as fast and as hard as you wanted. he fucked you roughly, watching as his cock disappeared in your cunt, each thrust deeper than the previous one. seungcheol felt the muscles of his thighs and stomach squeeze at the same time you clenched around him, milking him.

he pressed his thumb to your clit and the scream you let out was enough to drive both of you to the edge. you let your body fall forward, and you bit that spot between his shoulder and neck. seungcheol continued to pound into you, fucking his cum as deep as he could, pushing it further into you making sure not even a drop was wasted.

it took both of you a couple of minutes to settle down, evening out your breathing, and making sure your legs were no longer shaking.

"seungcheol" you cried, finally looking at his face, kissing him, letting him invade your mouth with his tongue "i'm so full. it's so deep"

he could never, ever, get enough of you.

“don’t move baby, let’s make sure this one sticks”

you kissed the side of his neck, feeling his hot cum inside you while his dick slowly got flaccid. you loved to have him in you, just there, with you, as close as humanly possible, with nothing between the two of you. his personal cock sleeve, he had called you a few times.

“you say it like fucking me is a terrible task someone assigned you”

you felt the vibrations of his laughter before you heard it. you just closed your eyes and pressed your head to his chest, the sound of his heartbeats calming like a lullaby.

“fucking you is the one task i’ll never ask someone else to do in my place”

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justtwotired · 9 months

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“Back the fuck off.”

Summary: you and Regulus recently broke up over stupid teenage reasons. It was a really bad fight and you two haven't spoken since, though both regret your actions. At a Gryffindor house party, he spots you kissing Mathew smith, the Gryffindor seeker, who Regulus absolutely despises.

Pairing: Regulus Black x Gryffindor!reader

Warnings: swearing, kissing, fighting, a bit of sexual assault.

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Regulus stands at the drinks table with Barty as they are being pure Slytherins looking around with judging and cold looks. Neither of them wanted to come to said party, but Evan -who was currently participating in a round of beer pong- insisted they went.

His eyes travel the crowd and he spots them, making him narrow his eyes. He knew she was doing it to spite him, he knew even she hated Smith, but there she was, sticking her tongue down his throat.

"Ohh, she is playing with fire." Barty seemed to start enjoying the party the moment he followed Regulus gaze. "Shut the hell up." Regulus head snapped towards him and then his eyes traveled back to the girl and that stupid idiot she was kissing.

His hands where slowly starting to roam under her clothes and that's when he couldn't take it anymore and pushed himself of the table making his way towards them.

- 15 minutes earlier -

"They are absolute morons." Y/n shook her head as she watched Sirius and James jump of the table they'd just been dancing on. "Tell me about it." Remus rolled his eyes.

She took a sip of her drink as she watched the boys make their way over to them. "Oh, their coming pretend you don't know them." Peter said and they all quickly avoided eye contact with the two boys. "Oh haha, you're so funny." Sirius said sarcastically.

His eyes fell on Y/n and they narrowed. "Boring again, I see." He said as he eyed the glass with clear liquid in her hands. "But thinking about it, I could use some water," he took it out of her hands and a horrified expression formed on her face.

"Sirius no wait-" but she was to late and he took a sip and moments later spit it out, coughing. "Y/n, you absolutely menace to society." He said handing the glass back to her.

"Are you alright, pads?" James asked laughing. "I am, but she isn't, what psychopath just casually sips straight vodka." He grimaces and James' eyebrows race.

"What? It's good, you're all just over dramatic." She said taking another sip, making Peter chuckle a bit, as he himself had made that same mistake before.

They all looked up at the sound of the portrait swinging open and watched an excited Evan and annoyed Barty and Regulus walk into the common room.

Y/n rolled her eyes, and then they landed on someone and a smirk formed onto her face. "Y/n, no." Remus said and she looked at him. "What do you mean no?" She asked.

"Regulus just walked in and your wearing that smirk? Whatever your planning, no." He said and she rolled her eyes and giggled. "It's just a bit of fun." She said, standing up to leave the couch and pushing the glass into Sirius' hands.

"Here, you can have that." She says and he looks at it in disgust. "No thanks." And puts it down.

"Smith, hey." She greats the seeker and he turned to her. "Y/n, looking ravishing as always." He said with a shit eating grin as he looked her up and down and stopped at her chest.

She would slap him in the face if it wasn't for her plan just unfolding:

Make Regulus as jealous as possible.

"I can say the same about you." She said, her words slightly slurring. Smith took a step closer, snaking an arm around her waist. Everyone in Hogwarts who had a brain knew he had liked her since fourth year, which was one of the reasons Regulus despised him, but also the other way around.

Everyone in Hogwarts with a brain also knew Smith was an actual, selfish, prick. He had a reputation of cheating, one girl even claimed he had cornered her once, but no one knew if it was true, as she had a reputation of lying.

"I heard your single now." He grinned as he pulled her closer, his breath smelled like alcohol. "It was such a shame you where with... him." He sounded disgusted at the last words.

She let out a sarcastic laugh, starting to maybe regret her decision a little bit... but only a little.

"Well, that's over now... sooo." She trailed her finger passed his white button up. She looked up at him and he smashed his lips against hers, she pulled him closer, deepening the kiss.

Her eyes fluttered open to look around the room and they landed on Regulus who wasn't looking at her as his eyes traveled around the room, but she could see them slowly make their way over to them and she closed her eyes again as Smith tongue slipped into her mouth.

They broke apart for a moment before they kissed again and slowly his hands started to travel, one slipping into her skirt and the other under her top.

His lips detached from hers and made their way to her neck and then he whispered in her ears. "Seeing such a beautiful girl like you with a Slytherin. Tsk, I'll show you what it's like to be with a real guy." He whispered before going back to kissing her neck and his hand suddenly slipped into her panty's.

She was taken by surprise but before she could do anything about it, someone else did.

Regulus had made his way trough the crowd, pushing people aside and watching as Smith went further into her skirt and kissing her neck, it made his blood boil.

"Back the fuck off." He said and Smith looked up and grinned, taking his hand out of her skirt, and Regulus almost thought she looked relieved.

They made eyes contact and he narrowed his eyes at her. "What do you want." She said, obviously with alcohol in her system. "Indeed, what do you want?" Smith asked as he put and arm around her waste and his finger tips rested under the band of her skirt.

"I want you, to get your filthy hands of her." Regulus said with a threatening tone. "And why would I do that? Such a pretty girl, and she isn't yours anymore? I wouldn't even have cared is she still was, I had plans anyway." He laughed dryly and Y/n looked rather horrified as she questioned if that would have been against her will.

"Leave her alone." Regulus demanded and Smith smirked. "And why would I do that, she seemed to be rather enjoying me."

Suddenly, Y/n started to really regret her decision, and grabbed his wrist to stop him from going any further. "What is it baby, you don't like it?" He asked and she sighed and squeezed her eyes shut.

"Stop, I want you to stop." She told him and he huffed. "You don't tell me when to stop." He said and pulled the hand on his wrist away with his other hand.

She knew she had gotten herself in this situation, it was her own fault, but now she really wanted to get out. Suddenly he let go of her and Y/n hadn't processed the sickening crack.

Regulus had punched him right in the nose and blood was rapidly streaming out. His grey eyes fell on Y/n who stared shocked.

He grabbed her arm and then dragged her out of the common room and eventually stopped in a hallway.

"What is wrong with you?" He asked angrily. "Do you know how much worse that could have been?" He asked, he was furious as he turned his back to her.

"Honestly, Y/n that was such a stupid move! And for what? Making me jealous? Well it worked, happy now?" He turned to her as he yelled, but stopped as he watched her.

Her hands where shaking and tears streamed down her face. His features softened as he walked towards her and took her hands in his, placing a soft kiss on each of them.

"It's alright." He whispered to her and she shook her head. "No, no it's not, I'm so sorry, it was a stupid move. I didn't think it trough." She said as more tears streamed down her face and she sniffed as her nose was now full and starting to run.

He wiped away the tears with his sleeve and kissed her on the forehead. "It's alright, Ma Cherie." He whispered as he hugged her. "Come, you need to get some sleep." He said and then led her over to the Slytherin dorms.

She was sitting on his bed as Regulus took a T-shirt and sweatpants out of his closet. He hands rested on her top and then looked at her. "May I help you here?" He asked and she nodded.

"Use your words, darling." He said softly, he always requested she used words when asking for her permission to do things like this, as he didn't want her to regret later.

"Yes." She croaked out and he slowly lifted it over her head and helped her pull the clean shirt over her head. He did the same with the pants and then tucked her into his bed.

He changed out of his clothes to, and joined her, pulling her into him and kissing her forehead. "I love you, my little dove." He said and she murmured something along the lines of "I love you too." Back before falling asleep.

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shadowbriar · 10 months

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Regulus Black ‐ Jasmine, Lavender, and Poppy

Pairing : Regulus Black x (she/her) Reader Word Count : 0.6k Warning : Nothing, just pure fluff. Synopsis : Regulus made sure that she would never forget his scent ever again. Notes : My first blurb. Should I make more of these? If you like this story and would like to support me, please visit my kofi page and perhaps get me a coffee?☕

She remembers his scent well. That very special smell of oud and leather, something that portrays luxury and obscurity. Something that feels like home. Something that screams him— Regulus Arcturus Black.

But poking on Regulus has always been one of her most favourite things to do. Even before they were romantic, teasing him has always been second nature for her. His reactions have always brought her bliss. Their harmless banter is what fuels their day and it feels like the perfect time for her to pull the first taunt of the day.

"I don't smell you from the Amortentia," She lied, teasing her boyfriend whose brows are now pinched high from the offensive words she spilled "I smelled cinnamon, wet grass, and linen."

"Bullshit, I smelled you. There's no way you smelled someone else."

Shs shrugs, closing her textbook that hasn't been read ever since they entered the library, "Maybe you smelled wrong."

"I'm never wrong about these kinds of things."

"Yeah?" She challenges, propping her chin in the palm of her hand "What did you smell?"

"I smelled jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

"That doesn't smell like me. You're just listing random flowers."

Regulus raised an eyebrow, "Your perfume's base is jasmine. You drop a few lavender oil to your seal wax on all of our letters. Your garden is filled with poppies. You are jasmine, lavender, and poppy."

A smile blooms on her face. It was one thing to be satisfied by teasing your boyfriend and another to have him spelling the little details of you. Regulus has always been the observant party of the two, she just never realised how much of her he's taking notes of.

"Also, Love, your house is always decorated with those three flowers on every corner. You are what I smelled from Amortentia. You are my soulmate."

"Well, no one said Amortentia smells like your soulmate. They say it smells like someone you're attracted to so maybe that's why." She continues her scheme, concealing her blooming heart "Maybe I'm attracted to someone else now."

Regulus' brows rose higher, looking even more appalled at her words, "Are you being serious right now?"

She shrugs.

Regulus stood from his seat. Perhaps teasing him in the library when they're the last people there wasn't such a brilliant idea. Merlin knows what he might do now. Regulus might be a calm and collected person but wrong poke and you'll wake the fury inside him.

She started to inch away, pushing her seat back until it hit the wall, giving her no other space to escape. Regulus kneeled down, levelling to her eye level and eyes her deeply. His brows were still knitted in displease but his eyes were soft. Her plan to keep an aloof expression has evidently failed as a playful smile cracks on her lips, anticipating for his next move whilst praying that he wasn't genuinely angry.

"You're a menace." He says before kissing her.

Regulus pulled her chair closer, locking her in place as he put his hands on her sides. It wasn't like she's planning to leave, anyway. No one in their right mind would want to go when they're being kissed by him, especially with such an intimate and asserting position.

One hell of a man, Regulus is.

A victorious smile was plastered on her face when they pulled away. It was a short kiss. Just enough for him to prove to her just how wrong she is about the scents she's attracted to. Regulus knew that she was lying, that she was just trying to get his reaction, yet he complied with her charade anyway.

Regulus now stands from his position. He took off his robe, tossing it carelessly to the seat he occupied a couple minutes ago. He then takes off his jumper, making her cheeks burn from the sight. He surely knows how to keep her around.

"The library might not give you the best privacy if you're planning to go nude, Love." She comments.

Regulus rolls his eyes, handing her his jumper, "Wear it."

"Why?"

"So you won't ever forget my scent again."

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kazunarisworld · 6 months

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Lift it up~

Warning: Smut, a little bit of corruption kink if you squint, a dash of voyeurism ig 👀, wrio being a menace, dirty talk, filthy, arranged marriage, fingering.

Pairing: Wriothesley x Afab!reader

Description: Wriothesley catches you reading something scandalous.

Wriothesley never thought he would settle down and get married but somehow life had a funny way of surprising people. Look at life bringing you to him. You were so cute. So innocently fiesty.

It was an arranged marriage. He didn't even really cared much about it until he saw you. You wore the cutest dresses. You would run your sweet little mouth at him with no care. The audacity.

But he found you so cute. It made him want to push you down, swallow your complains and show you your place. Until all you knew was to say his name. All pliant under him.

The wedding was rushed but he made sure everything was to your liking. His estate even going through a renovation before the wedding. He wanted to make you feel comfortable, make you put your guard down... Until he could take you the way he wanted.

And now he had you. Not in an expected way but there you were. Right where he wanted. He has you pinned against the wall. Your face red as you try to defend yourself.

He had caught you. Caught you reading such scandalous novel in his library. You were just asking to be caught at that point. "Who knew my wife was such a naughty little thing? Reading such books.." He trails off looking down at you. He was towering above you. Both his hands against wall, caging your body.

Your hands holding onto your skirt tightly. The embarassment eating you alive. You wished the floor would open up and eat you. "It is nothing! Everyone reads it. It is not only me." You argued helplessly. You weren't lying. Those novels were a hit among the commoners and you had honestly learned about it from a maid. You had bought it with a red face, far too curious for your own good.

Wriothesley chuckles. "What do you like about those books hmm? Does it make you want to experience such pelasure~." He said using one of his hand to pull your chin up.

"Does it make you squirm in your seat? All needy and wet." He says, his voice low. His voice and tone makes your body heat up even more. You don't know if it was because of embarassment or the fact that you feel yourself get more wet than you already were reading the book.

It was not like your husband wasn't attractive after all. He was tall. Strong. Handsome. Not to mention his status in the society. You had everything other women would kill to have. A husband like him. Power. Money. Status. And in your part, it would have been an absolute lie if you said your husband hasn't left you needy and horny.

It would be a lie if you said you hadn't touched yourself to his thoughts~

Wriothesley looks at you with a smug look. He scans you from head to toe licking his lips and he says something that makes your heartbeat stutter.

"Lift your dress up sweetheart."

You look at him dumbfounded. A little surprised at his words. "W-What?" You asked.

"I said lift your dress up." He repeats and you are stuck wondering if he really wants you to do it or whether he was just teasing you. He sighs as he grabs your skirt. "I guess my little wife doesn't understand my words." He says as he pulls up the front of your dress, up to your waist. "Lift it up." He says.

With a trembling hand you do as you are told. Holding the front of your skirt up. Exposing your legs and lower region. Only your undergarment covering your womanhood which was dripping by now.

He grins as he looks at you, humming in satisfaction. "Aren't you just cute?" He says dragging one of his hand up your thigh, leaning him body close to you.

"Always wearing your cute dresses, prancing around me, running your mouth and now... Reading such scandalous novels~ What would others say if they knew what kind of books the prim and proper lady Y/N reads in her husband's library? How the prim and proper Y/N gets all wet just because of a book?" He taunts.

His fingers run across your clothed sex making you shiver, some of your wetness getting on his fingers as it seeped through the thin fabric of your panties.

"Do you like it Y/N? Do you want me to touch you? Hmm did I leave my little wife too depraved that she felt the need to read such books?" He asks, his tone full of pride.

"Answer me love." His voice is stern making you whine when his hand pushes your panties aside, his finger running down your wet fold.

"W-Wrio not here! Please someone will come." You begged, your face red. You wanted him to stop but also at the same time you wanted him to carry on. You wanted his fingers to slip inside.

He chuckles as he presses a finger inside you making you let out a broken moan. "Don't worry love. No one will come in. They should know to leave us alone when we are together." He said.

'But you can't be sure of that!' You want to argue but you can't even say anything except moan when he slips his finger inside you. Your wetness coating his finger.

"So wet~ Come on sing for me sweetheart." He cooes as he adds another finger curling them up just right. Your knees shake and your thighs tremble as he fucks you his fingers.

You helplessly grab onto his shoulder with one of your hand whining, another hand still holding your dress up. His fingers so long and thich reaching just the right place. Places your small and inexperienced hands couldn't.

Your walls clamp down around his fingers as you moan. Letting go of any shame you felt. His palm grazing your clit, sensitive and puffy, whenever he moves his fingers.

"There you go. Such a little needy wife I have. You have been wanting this haven't you?" He teases as moves his fingers in a perfect rhythm. The pleasure and sensitivity you feel making you clench your thighs around his hand.

"Oh no no love. You have you keep them open. How can I please you if you don't do that?"

Trembling, you unclench your thighs making him smirk. Your slick running down your thighs and some of it dripping down his hand from his fingers.

"Cum for me sweetheart. Let go. Show me how good I am making you feel." He says in a low voice.

When you do cum, you are stumbling towards him. Feeling as if your world came crashing down in such a pleasurable way with his fingers curling up inside you just the way you like it.

He smiles satisfied as he holds you up with his large arms. Helping you stand on your feet as he pulls his fingers out. A whine escaping your mouth at how empty you suddenly feel.

You watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth and licking it, his eyes looking straight at you as he did so. It made your face go even redder. How could he be so... so ... so dirty.

"You taste good sweetheart. Just as I expected." He smirks as he 'fixes' your dress slightly.

"Thanks for the treat my dear wife." He says as he walks away with a wink, leaving you standing there, your body slightly trembling.

For a minute you wonder if everything that happened up until now was just a daydream you conjured up. But the slick that drips down your thighs and the way your cunt aches, still feeling the way his fingers had curled inside you was evidence that what actually happened had happened.

#wriothesley #wriothesley smut #wriothesley genshin #genshin smut #genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin scenarios #wriothesley x reader #wriothesley x y/n #arranged marriage #genshin x reader #genshin fanfic #wriothesley x fem reader #fem reader

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simpjaes · 4 months

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Omgg you should do a experienced!reader and inexperienced/virgin bf!hyung line, I feel like some of them would be like nervous or anxious about their first time 😭

hyung line + losing their virginity to reader

warnings: submissive men, not all of them are boyfies but just assume you end up dating

jake:

definitely looks, acts, and talks like a virgin, probably has a porn addiction too. also the type to fall in love the second someone touches his dick. Im talking one little squeeze and he's like "i'm in love with you."

you go on a date with him and instantly you can't tell if he's using you to get rid of said virginity or if he genuinely likes you. it's a bit of both, tbh. like the second he saw you he was like "i hope she jumps on me"

you don't mind inexperienced men, virginity doesn't really mean anything unless the other person cherishes it, and you happen to love hooking up. and like, you would try your best to make it somewhat special for him, though he doesn't really pay attention bc he's too horny to be nervous or afraid.

definitely misses the hole twice before you help him put it in, instantly rolls his eyes back and can't stop from fucking forward :( premature ejaculation and all, but he makes it up to you by letting you guide him by the hair while eating u out ♡

jay:

the virgin that you'd assume isn't one until you actually see what he acts like when he's horny :/ also has a huge porn addiction and is the guy on a dating app texting you at 3am (when he's not being nervous about it) like "wyd? wanna meet up?"

ofc you wanna meet up, but it's not like you were expecting him to immediately expect you to give him head as soon as you see him. i mean, you definitely did do that tho.

when it came his turn to do all of the foreplay and stuff, that's when you realize this guy is a virgin and trying to pretend like he isn't, nervous as fuck that you'd make fun of him for it considering he's definitely old enough to have had more experience than this.

and you'd be like "don't tell me..."

and he'd be like "no!!!! i've had so much sex!"

he's a liar, you could tell in the way he rubbed your left lip :/ still, his nervousness turns into obligatory service top shit, where he asks you to tell him what to do, and that you can't leave until you actually come. and boy do you. like over and over again, because he's determined to make you feel as good as that pussy made him feel.

sunghoon:

tripping over his own feet to get to the bed with you on your 2 month anniversary bc he's held out due to nervousness. by the time he gets to the bed, he's the one pretending to be too tired bc he genuinely is so freaked out that he can't live up to what you might expect of him.

"Hoon, all of it feels good, i don't have to orgasm."

"But!!"

ends with you riding him half to death, practically using him like a sex toy, and him becoming a pile of mush under you. His eyes would be glued to your tits and hands glued to your ass :/

man would be so entirely in awe of how you do it, internally thinking to himself like "this is it, im a real man now-" and he totally gets why people have sex addictions after that point. he would also just get better and better at it, until like a week later he's the one on top of you, plunging in deep like he wasn't too afraid to do it just a couple of sessions ago.

heeseung:

lil bit of degradation over being a virgin. like !!! yes!!! he is such a loser for never having fucked the way he talks like he does!

im not lying, he would be in the room over playing games all fucking night with his friends, talking bout how he and you fuck all the time. you always laugh at him for it like "imagine if they found out you're a virgin." and he'd be like "why am I a virgin again?"

and ofc it's because you don't just wanna...like....take that from him, until he turns into an absolute menace of a man, trying to touch you, trying to be the whore he wants to be. i'm talking head under your skirt on the couch type shit. fr he gets hella experience with foreplay before you finally give in and let him stick it in. only after he promised you that "losing my virginity isn't that big of a deal, just let me fuck you!"

he was a lil eager, rhythm wasn't that great either, but he was truly trying his best and you guess you should probably fake an orgasm so he can actually boast to his friends about it.

except you don't fake it, and you're shocked that he just...kept going after getting off, staying hard and literally railing you until you had no choice but to come :/

#enhypen smut #jake smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #heeseung smut #hardthots

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zonigiri · 1 year

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𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎'𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓

pairing: gojo x f!reader

summary: inspired by this post by @gojoest and tags/addition by @kagelun. i have nothing to say for myself (sorry)

wc: 1.2k

cw: fluff, gojo being gojo & divider credits to @saradika!

a/n: wrote the outline for this fic in my 20mins break at work and finished it mostly on bus rides to and from work. felt like i needed that to be mentioned somewhere

"I hate when you do that," Gojo whined from his place on the bed, lying with his limbs spread out. He had a habit of making the queen sized bed look like a single whenever he was even partially horizontal on it.

"Do what?" you ask absentmindedly, in the middle of putting your clothes back on.

"That."

"Toru we've been over this, I'm not moving in with you. Living with you would drive me actually insane."

You're facing away but you can feel his pout deepen. You hear the tell tale sounds of the bed squeaking and you know the menace you call your boyfriend, is making his way over to you with an impassioned defense. He might as well have flashcards with him and sometimes you wonder how if he wasn't a man-child with such ridiculous hills to die on, or the strongest sorcerer in this world, in an alternate universe he would've made a decent lawyer.

"That's not what I was talking about but now that you've brought it up, I can think of at least 5 reasons why-"

"Gojo," you turn to face him with a pointed stare. He withers under your gaze and your use of his formal name and you go back trying to get the clasps of your bra to get to stick to the intended hooks, instead of the one above or the one below. After a few moments of fiddling, you give up fighting a losing battle.

"Can you do my clasps?"

You look over your shoulder at Gojo, glance at your hands and look back at him expectantly. He shifts to stand behind you, fingers gentle and unsure as you feel them on your back. You let go of the straps in your hand and wait patiently.

"This is what I meant, you know."

You tilt your head to the side a little and because over months Gojo has learned to read your little gestures like a book, he knows that despite your silence that's a sign for him to continue. Not that he ever needed one anyway.

"Why do you need to wear when you have all the support you need right here?"

Gojo cups your breasts with his large hands. You lightly smack his hands with yours but all that makes him do is give them a little squeeze.

"Look at how much better I am at this! I can hold them exactly the way you want them to!"

Like a child at a science fair demonstrating his beloved project, Gojo proceeds to squeeze your breasts closer together along with his words. You let out a sigh and a little shake of your head, and you decide to humour him to try and beat him at his game.

"...plus my hands are so much warmer! And they're definitely more comfortable than some of these godawful ones."

He glares dirtily at your open lingerie drawer.

"That's not what you called them when I wore them for you last Friday."

"You're not playing fair," he mumbles into your neck.

You give it some time, basking momentarily in the warmth of Gojo's body so close to yours, before you place your hands over the ones covering your breasts and kiss his fingertips.

"Toru, I'm going to miss my bus, will you please do my clasps?"

"Hai," he says in a drained monotone like a school child being asked to do something dreadfully boring.

Satoru keeps his word this time and you hear the little click of the hooks attaching in place. Tugging your bra to make yourself comfortable, you turn around in his arms to place a sweet kiss on Gojo's lips, "Thank you baby."

Leaving him standing, you walk over to pick up your jumper and you quickly slip into it. While pulling up your jeans you noticed Gojo's attention had shifted and he was now inspecting the contents of your drawer. Picking up the straps of cloth and lace and trying to figure them out with the face of someone trying to solve a nuclear equation with utmost concentration.

You don't have to wait for long to know what he's thinking, you hardly do. Gojo never shies away from voicing his opinions. All of them, no matter how inane or inappropriate.

"You know, I think I'd be better at designing these."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah! I mean you keep saying the wire hurts and…" you hear bits and pieces of what he says , his voice full of robust conviction while you finish getting ready. In the meantime, Gojo appears to have taken a serious interest in the construction of female lingerie. You didn't have the heart to explain the intricacies of women's fashion and how since ages, pain and discomfort was woven into the very fabric and principle. Not right now anyway, while you were already running late for a bus with a temperamental schedule and a history of not following it. You looked into the mirror for a last quick check to make sure everything was in place and you walked over to your boyfriend, still somewhat lost in thought. You took his face between your hands, squished him gently and kissed him after letting go.

"Bye baby, love you!"

As always Gojo's lips stay on yours for a little longer, even after you pull away. Ending kisses is not something Gojo excels at, especially not when they're with you. He pulls away reluctantly and with that, you're gone. The door behind you shuts with a little click and Gojo's left to his own devices for the day.

Later that night you're cuddled in bed with him, his limbs wrapped around you like a blanket, the only way he knows how. Gojo's voice pipes up in the dark, "You know, I think I've figured out how to make it work."

"Hm?"

"How to make the bras work without hurting. I even came up with designs, I think you'd like them."

There's silence, but he knows you're awake and you're listening. He knows the rhythm of the way your chest rises and falls when you're asleep in his arms.

"I even came up with the name of the company."

You shuffle a little in his hold to turn to face him. Even when lying down, his face is a whole head above yours.

"Yeah? What is it?"

"Gojo's secret."

It takes a while for it to sink in and then your laughter rings out in the dead of the night. A genuine, hearty outburst at his very earnest response. It gets you an offended, "Hey! It's a good name! I mean I might run into copyright issues but I…" and Gojo pulls you closer to him in efforts to get you to listen to him seriously but you don't hear the rest of it very clearly over the sound of your own laugh. With every next word that comes out of his mouth you collapse into a fresh fit of giggles and Gojo complains that you're not listening to his flawless 7-step-plan to take over the whole industry that he spent all day thinking up. Pouty that you're not taking him seriously, despite the fact that you almost never do, Gojo untangles you (gently) from his grasp and turns around to face the other way.

" 'm not talking to you."

You're used to his antics by now so you turn to spoon him, throwing your leg over his with abandon and slipping your hand over his chest. You hear a little "hmph" uttered under his breath without any real malice but all it does is make you squeeze him a little tighter (lovingly).

"Goodnight Toru, love you."

You press a kiss to his shoulder and shuffle in closer to him to make yourself comfortable to go to sleep. The next morning when you wake up, and you wake up earlier than Gojo does, you realize the two of you are in exactly the opposite position from when you went to bed. You're curled up against Gojo, back to his chest, and one of his hands has somehow made its way through the night to loosely cup your left breast in his large hand.

#gojo fluff #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #gojo x yn #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x fluff #gojo satoru x yn #gojo satoru fluff #t.writes #jjk x yn #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #gojo x you #gojo satoru x you

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yuusishi · 1 year

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Hello, I hope you're having a great week. Could I request Vil, Malleus, and Leona being carried bridal-style by their tiny yet powerful s/o?

. . . TINY MENACE

pairings : Vil Schoenheit , Malleus Draconia , Leona Kingscholar x gn!reader (sep.)

genre : fluff , established relationship

cws/tws : student insults Reader in Vil's part but no actual insults are written

a/n : the third years are my sillies

Vil Schoenheit !!

Complains the entire time v1.

You two were in an argument with a student that was constantly throwing insults at you.

Usually Vil would make you ignore that student and continue walking, but that student just kept throwing hurtful words at you. Ones that basically demanded Vil's attention.

It was a back and forth between him and the student, they hurled multiple insults at you while Vil smartly countered them.

It was getting tiring for you.

You had the strength, so why don't you just lift your boyfriend and go somewhere else to cool off? And that you did.

Vil's face morphed from his usual neutral face to surprised as he felt his feet lift off the ground, the student stepping back in surprise as well.

"I'm getting too tired to deal with this! Bye!" you yelled.

Be ready to hear a lot of "Dear, set me down" "What a bold potato you are, now, set me down before anyone sees"

Nothing threatening, but you can definitely hear the panic in his voice.

And don't worry about the student, they won't bother you now after seeing your strength and no one will believe them when they say that you lifted Vil Schoenheit.

Malleus Draconia !!

To be honest, if you're able to lift Malleus Draconia while being way shorter than him, I'd be terrified of you.

You were both sitting in bed when you started a joke argument, this was one of the few times Malleus joined you in this.

"Stop making fun of my height before I throw you across the room" "My, wouldn't that be quite the spectacle"

Sitting up on the bed, Malleus stared at you curiously before you put your hands under his back and knees and easily lifted the nearly seven foot fae prince.

You didn't throw him across the room, of course.

Malleus would be lying if he said he didn't feel surprised at first, instinctively putting his hand on your shoulder for support. He didn't feel scared, though, he knew you would never harm him.

He just looked extremely babygirl at the entire thing.

He'd be surprised when you finally set him back down. He knew you were stronger than an average human even with your height, but this is the only time he experienced it.

Mal would be laying completely still in the bed for a few seconds to take in what just happened, not being used to just randomly getting picked off where he was laying.

(But really, who is).

It was a thrilling experience for him, surprise and thrill are emotions that he rarely gets to feel due to him either just being at NRC or in Briar Valley. Only getting to really go out into the world when impromptu trips like when they visited the Scalding Sands happen and on field trips.

Strangely enough, he liked that you made him experience a rather foreign emotion, even if he did get caught off guard like that. Just make sure not to pull this when Silver and Sebek are nearby.

Leona Kingscholar !!

Complains the entire time v2.

The teachers (mainly Professor Trein and Crewel) were starting to get annoyed that Leona wasn't attending classes yet again, they knew that you were close with him and that's how forcing fetching Leona to classes went from Ruggie's job to yours.

You knew he'd either be at the dorms or the botanical garden, so you tried your luck in the botanical garden first. Luck was on your side today for you found him on your first try, now getting Leona to come with you was the true test of luck.

Leona was definitely more biased towards you, that's undeniably obvious, but forcing him to wake up was something that even you had difficulty in doing.

You poked at the beastman and even pushed him a couple times, but he wouldn't budge, he remained deep asleep on the cold floor.

That's when you got an idea.

Leona's eyes shot open when he felt himself get lifted off the cool floor. He almost pushed whoever had the audacity to not only wake him up, but to also pick him up like a baby if he didn't recognize your scent.

"Oi Herbivore, what do you think you're doing" "I'm getting tired of the professors nagging me to pick you up, so why don't I just do just that".

He found it funny at first, that you were able to pick him up like he had featherlight weight despite your size.

Then the complaining came when you refused to let him down until you got to the classroom (even if he didn't even attempt to get down himself).

"Just put me down already" "I'm not a baby, I can walk by myself" "Then why don't you just jump down?"

Silence...

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fluff #vil schoenheit x reader #vil x reader #malleus draconia x reader #malleus x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #leona x reader

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i-cant-sing · 8 months

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Okay okay, time for me to word vomit an idea:

So imagine that after Dabi does his whole vengeful arc, kills dozens of people and publicly calls out Enji's abusive ass, my man just gets caught by the cops and he's like put in a psychiatric hospital (because obviously Enji pulled some strings to save his son from death row to ease his own guilt).

Anyways, Dabi is like majorly depressed obviously and he's like "well, I've done everything I wanted to, so I might as well off myself" and cue reader's entry.

So basically, reader could be a nurse/doctor(NOT A PSYCHIATRIST) and she's all warm and fuzzy and a literal Ray of sunshine and Dabi hates her, but he doesn't give a crap atm.

And like everytime Dabi tries to kill himself, reader is there to stop him. It obviously started with "nooo, please don't kill yourself🥺 you are precious🥺🥺" to reader just swooping in and foiling his plans like "can you not die during my shift? I need an early night off🥱". Dabi is actively trying to kill himself, like he's standing on the ledge to jump, and reader is tackling him down and then punching him for making you run all the way up to the roof.

And like reader is bandaging him up with great gentleness and care and Dabi is staring at her being all close to him (he is mesmerised), and he goes-

"I'll be successful in my suicide one day."

And you just smile and shake your head. "Not as long as I'm praying." And at first, Dabi is super annoyed because he's think you're into the whole religious mumbo jumbo, but he actually caught you one day praying (insert whatever religion) and he's bewitched by the sincerity you pray for his (and others) well being. As if you believed with your whole heart that someone up there is listening to you.

He doesn't know what or when exactly he fell for you, but he did. And he decides that he'll confess to you after he gets out of psychiatric hospital (after tugging at Rei's and Enji's heart strings and them using money and influence to free their menace son). After spending 6 years in the hospital, 6 years where you were the only one who truly cared for him, he'll finally confess to you.

But then you don't come. Not even the next day, or the week after that. Turns out, you left your job.

Out of the blue? Dabi's suspicions rose.

He got out of the hospital and began doing his own research on you until he found your address and well... he sort of came in unannounced (look he knocked, you didn't answer, so he melted the lock and let himself in. At least he came in bearing flowers and wine).

He wasn't expecting you to be at home, but there you were, lying in your bed, a little too still for someone to be asleep.

He throws the covers off you, eyes narrowing on the red stains on your sheet before moving to your bleeding wrists.

Dabi's world stops, every cell in his body stops before every fiber in his being screams and makes him move. He doesn't check for pulse, doesn't check if you're still breathing, perhaps he'd die himself if he didn't like the answer he found. He picks you up and immeadiately goes to the nearest hospital, which fortunately was near.

While you were being operated on, Dabi sat outside, heart thumping as he prayed to whatever deity you did.

Please... not yet.

His prayers were answered as tge doctors told him that you're going to be alright... physically that is. Mentally? Well, Dabi is about to figure it out.

He sat by your side waiting for you to wake up. When you finally did, he saw how different you looked. Obviously he had noticed that you were physically weak, but your eyes... they lost their shine.

Your eyes turned to confusion when you looked at him. "D-Dabi? What are you-"

"I found you." That was enough for you to put together what he meant. You turned your eyes away from him, ashamed.

"Why?" He asks in a quiet tone. "What made you do it?"

"My choices." You whispered. "Bad decisions in the past."

Dabi wanted to pry more out of you, but he knew you wouldn't explain more. So, he takes matter into his own hands and leaves the hospital, telling you that he needs to run some errands, but he's actually going back to your apartment and starts rummaging through your stuff to find some clues as to what exactly caused you to do this.

He didn't have to look around too much because he found your phone and snooped through your messages. Someone was blackmailing you. They had some explicit pictures of you, seems like a toxic ex who was threatening to share these photos with your family and social circle.

So Dabi pays a visit to your ex, takes care of him and the pictures he had,making sure to get rid of all the copies too. All in a day!

By night he had returned to the hospital, you were asleep. He slept there too, in the uncomfortable hospital chair, heart at peace as he watched your chest rise and fall steadily.

Next morning, when it was time for you to leave, Dabi helped you and took you home. You thanked him for everything, and Dabi made sure to tell you that he'll be picking you up for lunch later. You agreed hesitantly. And at lunch, he finally revealed that he came to you because he wanted to ask you out.

You look surprised, more so when he reveals that he had fancied you for a while and that he understands that relationships might not be a priority for you at the moment but-

"I understand if dating is not a priority for you right now but if you ever do consider falling in love, know that I've been on the top of your wait list for the past 6 years and will wait another lifetime if that's all the time you need."

You're in tears at his words, and you have a hard time not breaking down as he takes your hands in his, his thumbs carefully tracing over your bandaged wrists as he promises to wait by your side, that he'll always be there to help you with anything, that if you gave him a chance, he'll spend the rest of his life trying to make you happy.

"Dabi, i- I am not good for you." You say, voice wobbly. "My past, it'll always haunt me and I care too much about you to let it haunt you as well."

"Your ex? His pictures?" He asked watching shock appear on your face. "You won't ever have to worry about him, Y/n."

You shook off your surprise. "That's not it. It's not the only problem I have!"

"Then tell me. I'll fix all of your problems." Dabi promises with such sincerity that you're compelled to believe him.

You don't tell him obviously, saying that it is your burden, your mess to deal with. Dabi doesn't push more, only because he knows he'll figure it out later anyways. Hey, he may be a criminal but he was once the son of the top hero who trained him, so Dabi's IQ is through the fucking roof.

And a man in love has no limitations.

Had a DUI? He deals with it. Parents disowned you? He'll make them regret it. Killed someone? He'll make sure you have an alibi to prove your innocence. Cheated off a test in grade 2? He'll make sure there are no witnesses alive. He'll burn the world- burn himself if it means keeping you warm.

You don't wanna date a criminal? Fine, he's working a cooperate job and since he's so smart, he'll be a fucking CEO in no time and have enough money and time to spend on you. Youre crying because you feel ugly when you see your scars? Dabi makes sure to kiss them every day and pulls out his turtleneck (aka the trademark Todoroki fit) for you, while he buys the best treatment money can buy for your scars. Mental health is going down? He's taking you to the best therapist in town. You're sad he's an atheist because it means you won't be with him in heaven? Damn, he's a convert now.

I just adore men in love :(

Okay but I don't think we're focusing on how scary smart Dabi actually is😳😳😳 I just know it, I KNOW he's super smart but he downplays it all the time because he's depressed or whatever.

#yandere dabi #yandere dabi x reader #yandere bnha #bnha headcanons #yandere mha #bnha imagines

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flowerandblood · 8 months

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The Impossible Choice (53)

[ Aemond • Targaryen x Baratheon! • female ]

[ warnings: sex content, angst, smut, violence, character death ]

[description: Aemond comes to Storm’s End to choose his future consort. However, Lord Borros Baratheon presents him with only four of his five daughters. Being attached to his youngest child, he does not want to marry her. The prince, however, thwarts his and her plans with his decision. This is slow burn, with a lot of dark angst and sexual tension. (Anon Request)]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

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As soon as her husband entered their chamber she knew something was wrong. She could see it in his gaze, in his tense jaw, his hands clenched into fists. He wasn't looking at her and that was a bad sign. She rose from the chair she was sitting in and put her book down on the table next to her, walking slowly towards him.

"What's wrong?" She asked uncertainly and he didn't answer her, his lips tightened into a thin line, his gaze fixed somewhere in front of him in worried thought.

"Aemond."

"Aegon wants to marry your sister." He said coldly. She froze and burst into sudden and uncontrollable laughter that horrified both her and her husband. She shook her head in disbelief feeling like she was about to throw up, clasping her hand over her womb.

No. He could not be such a fool.

"That's impossible. Royce would never agree." She said with certainty, her husband snorted at her words.

"My grandfather didn't agree either. He is no longer Hand of the King." He said with emphasis on the last sentence, throwing her a menacing look.

She felt herself faint and grabbed onto the pillar of their bed. Aemond approached her quickly, frightened by her condition, holding her arm, helping her sit up.

"What are we going to do now? This is ridiculous. I need to talk to Floris." She mumbled, feeling the realisation of what Aegon wanted to do crush her more and more with each passing second.

"No. I have spoken to Helaena. I believe she will talk Aegon out of this idea." He said, forcing himself to be calm, and she looked at him in disbelief.

"Why must she always be the one to suffer for us? Why should she have to beg the man who caused her so much harm?" She asked in pain, her husband's lips tightening at her words.

"This is about the safety of her children and my nephews." He said coolly. "If she fails, I will have to deal with the matter."

She lifted her gaze to him slowly, feeling a shudder at the sound of his words, the way he said them. Cold, firm, calculating. His gaze was dark, blank.

Determined.

"What are you planning?" She asked, not sure she wanted to know the answer. She saw that he swallowed with difficulty and moved away, heading towards the lit fireplace.

"Don't think about it."

They spent the rest of the day together being as if in limbo. Aemond didn't come out for his scheduled training even though it was his daily routine. She thought he was making sure she didn't meet Floris.

Since she was staying at the Red Keep, Aegon had decided that she would take her old chamber, as she was actually living in her husband's room. She was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

It frightened her how desperate Aegon was, how easily he allowed himself to believe that having her sister as his wife would make him happy in any way. She didn't understand how he could be so blinded, why he clung so tightly to the vision that he could find love by force where there was none. She hid her face in her hands at the thought.

She squirmed in her husband's arms all night. She felt that he too was awake, merely lying with his eyes closed. She knew that his thoughts were once again engulfed in darkness and she feared what lurked in the recesses of his mind.

In the morning, Lyanna came to comb her hair as she did every day. A smile was painted on her face, which surprised her; since Floris' appearance, the whole of the Red Keep had lived in constant suspense. She glanced at her, raising an eyebrow.

"Has something happened? Did you meet a nice boy?" She asked lightly, and the girl smiled wider, a blush on her face as she wove more curls of her dark hair together.

"No, my lady. But we all rejoice, for the Queen has spent the night in the King's chamber for the first time in months. They are now eating breakfast together." She said lightly, she and Aemond turned towards her in shock then cast communicative glances at each other.

She felt an unpleasant shudder at the thought.

Was he hurting her again?

She and Aemond had been tense all morning, waiting for any news, however, to their surprise, Helaena had not left his chamber. They were surprised when, after some time, a servant entered their quarters announcing that the king wished to see her.

"Me?" She asked uncertainly, feeling a tightness in her throat, Aemond clenched his jaw and turned his head away, furious.

"You don't have to do it. I'll go there." He said, moving towards the door, but she stood up and stopped him with a gesture of her hand.

"No. I can manage." She said and nodded to the servant that she was ready.

As she entered the chamber she saw Aegon and Helaena sitting behind the table, they were discussing something quietly leaning towards each other and abruptly interrupted when she stepped inside. Only after a moment did she see her brother sitting on the other side, looking at her with the same confused look.

She looked intensely at Helaena wanting to recognise any signs of suffering or harm that might be coming to her, but her face was calm and content, smiling sleepily. Only after a moment did she see that they were holding hands, their elbows resting on their armrests.

What was going on here?

Helaena stood up seeing her puzzled, concerned look and pointed with her hand to the seat in front of them.

"Sit down, please. Do not be afraid." She said softly and she nodded, trusting her completely.

She sat looking at them with her heart pounding, Helaena stood at the window, but her gaze was fixed on her brother. Aegon looked at his wife and then at her, fiddling with the ring on his finger.

"We need your advice." He began suddenly, and she blinked, feeling that she was holding her air with stress, and looked uncertainly at Royce.

We?

"My words said in the chamber of the Small Council were hasty and caused by my confusion, however, they were not announced officially. I know that my decisions have brought great harm to your family and your name, for which I wish to make amends. I want to give your sister in marriage."

She looked at him with a blank stare, wondering if she had understood correctly.

I want to give your sister in marriage.

Has he changed his mind?

She lifted her gaze to Helaena, her face calm and gentle.

What had she done to him?

Did she threaten him with something?

She swallowed loudly and shuddered when she heard her brother's voice.

"You shamed her and made her your whore. She is not without fault, but what self-respecting lord will want her?" He snorted impatiently and angrily, she knew he hated Aegon with all his heart and she felt he had every right to. Aegon pressed his lips together at his words and nodded, adopting an attitude of humility that shocked her.

"The kind who want to be indebted to the king. Most of them are not after their spouse's virginity, they are after influence. I can provide it. I plan to make my brother the Hand of the King, and his position on the council will become vacant. Your sister's future husband could occupy it." He said calmly, and she twisted in her seat, feeling the sweat on her neck, not believing what she was hearing.

I plan to make my brother the Hand of the King.

Silence fell, she and Royce looked at each other quickly, all tense.

It was a good offer. A very good one.

She could see that her older brother was thinking the same thing despite his rage.

There was no other option.

Royce lowered his gaze and slowly nodded.

"Yes. That will be the best solution to this unfortunate situation." He said through clenched teeth, struggling to force himself to be calm. Aegon nodded, pretending not to see it, and lifted his gaze to one of his servants.

"Bring Lady Floris."

Lady Baratheon looked curiously at her sister's face as she entered the King's chamber, evidently thinking that he wished to spend time with her in private again, and saw the whole assembly.

She saw her pupils narrowed in fear and uncertainty, saw her turn pale and stop suddenly, swallowing loudly. She felt an immense amount of satisfaction and power at this sight, knowing what was about to happen.

Aegon grunted quietly, looking down at his fingers intertwined on the table in front of him.

"My lady, I wish to apologise to you in the presence of the head of your House and your sister for the wrongs I have done you." He began, Floris looked at him in disbelief, her breathing quickened in horror. "I promised you that I would erase your disgrace by taking you as my wife, but I cannot do so. Me and my wife have jointly concluded that I must now unite our subjects, not divide them, and this event would surely turn many against us."

He said avoiding her gaze, Floris was breathless all over, the realisation of what was about to happen to her slowly beginning to enter her mind.

Lady Baratheon felt her face express calm contentment.

"Me and your brother have decided to marry you off to a lord equal to you in status, one to whom marriage will not hurt your honour." He said calmly, and Floris swallowed loudly, hard.

"Who will want me now that the whole kingdom knows you have taken me to your bed?" She asked in a trembling voice, apparently wanting to save herself by arousing remorse in him. Aegon twisted restlessly in his chair.

"Anyone I make a member of the Small Council in return. That is already decided. I will leave the choice to your brother and with him consult on the matter. That is all." He said and nodded at her. Floris laughed at his words, but Lady Baratheon could feel the desperation in her voice.

"That is all? You promised me. You told me you loved me." She mumbled, and Aegon looked at her impassively.

"I only love four women. My mother, my sister, my daughter and my brother's wife. Unfortunately, you are not like the last one enough, although I had hoped otherwise."

Floris looked at her with wide-open eyes, the corner of her mouth twitching in a smile of satisfaction.

Did she really think that he had chosen her because he liked her?

That something about her captured him?

She watched with amusement as her sister struggled to understand what had actually happened, that she was merely a substitute for his fantasy of her, her sister, nothing more.

"Nevertheless, my queen's opinion is most important to me." He said and looked at Helaena in a way from which she swallowed silently, unsure if she was really seeing it.

He looked content and calm, something had changed between them.

Something had happened.

She thought Helaena had not threatened him with anything at all.

Could it be that they had somehow communicated?

Her heart struck harder at that thought with a kind of hope.

Floris walked out of his chamber like a storm, but no one stopped her. Aegon grunted, glancing at Royce uncertainly.

"Lord Greyjoy demands that you take his granddaughter as your wife in the Great Sept in King's Landing." He said uncertainly, fiddling with his fingers, clearly afraid to test her brother's patience. Royce swallowed quietly at his words.

"I know, she told me that herself. Since I'm here, so be it." He said indifferently, looking to the side. Her lips tightened at the thought of them talking, and she didn't even have a moment to ask him what he thought of her. Aegon nodded.

"So it's all settled."

She and Royce left the king's chamber together, shocked and uncertain, walking through the cloisters together, analysing what had happened. She felt immense relief, as if a stone had fallen from her heart. She was snapped out of her reverie by her brother's low voice.

"She is intelligent. Reena. That's her name." He said calmly, and she looked at him quickly feeling her heart pounding.

Reena.

"It's a very nice name." She said quietly, playing with her hands, involuntarily stroking her slightly rounded pregnant abdomen. "What do you think of her?"

She asked, and Royce shrugged his shoulders.

"She knows what she wants, she wants to fulfil her grandfather's will and she has come to terms with what is to happen, albeit with difficulty. She said she's relieved now that she sees I'm not an empty, rich lord caring only about fine robes and rings. I think I'm relieved too." He confessed, tightening his lips. She could see that he was tense, that he himself no longer knew what he thought of the marriage.

"I don't know how I should behave on our wedding night. What do you think?" He asked, and she swallowed loudly, the noise of the conversations of servants and ladies of the court all around them.

"Ask her what she wants." He said calmly, her brother snorting at her words.

"What if she tells me not to touch her? Without that, our marriage won't be fully valid." He said visibly torn internally, his voice trembling at his last words. She swallowed quietly.

"It would be better for you to take her later than by force." She said dryly. Royce looked at her out of the corner of his eye, anxious, tense.

"…did Aemond take you by force?" He asked uncertainly, she noticed that he hadn't used his title, his disrespect towards him after still feeling pain in his heart at the thought that their father had died for him. She looked at him with tired eyes.

"No. But we both later regretted that our first time was not different. However, we made amends after he took me as his wife a second time, in the tradition of Old Valryia." She said, a smile appearing on her face at the thought. Royce looked at her uncertainly and grunted.

"He must be really attached to you, if he wanted to marry you a second time." He said thoughtfully. She laughed under her breath and stroked his arm.

"We have both matured into our roles." She said softly, feeling a warmth in her lower abdomen at the thought. She suggested he eat supper with them, but he said he needed to rest.

She wondered if he would go to see Reena.

When she entered their chamber her husband stood up immediately, tense, approaching her quickly. She saw how pale he was, his hands clenched into fists.

"And?" He asked, clearly thinking he didn't have time to form full sentences. She sighed loudly at his words.

"I don't know what Helaena did to him, but he's going to marry Floris off to some lord in exchange for your seat on the Small Council, and make you Hand of the King." She said calmly, herself not believing what was coming out of her mouth. Aemond blinked as if he didn't understand what she said and he shook his head, laughing with forced amusement.

"What?"

"He invited me and Royce. Helaena was at the conversation. He told us his plan, and then he summoned Floris and announced his will to her. It's over." She said touching his cheek. He tightened his eyelid and laid his forehead on her shoulder, his body slowly beginning to relax.

"If Helaena hadn't… if it hadn't worked out and he hadn't changed his mind…"

"… I know." She said, not wanting him to finish, her hand running through his hair.

Her husband needed to relax and quickly found comfort in her arms, sitting up together with her and letting himself ride her, his face just snuggled between her breasts, both of them panting loudly. He whispered her name responding with deep, sure thrusts to her every move, his fingers clenched on her sweaty back.

"I'm right here, my love." She whispered kissing the top of his head, stroking his hair with her hands, lifting and falling against him with a sticky, loud click of her juices, his length pushing her walls apart with each of his thrusts, the heat intensifying in her lower abdomen.

"It's all right now. It's okay, my love, cum inside me." She whispered feeling him hold back for her, his manhood pulsing greedily. He came with a loud, helpless moan at her words, panting heavily, hugging her painfully tight, trying to melt into one with her, seeking refuge in her arms.

She kissed his hair and stroked his head until he calmed down, and then she came having him still deep inside her from the lazy movements of his thumb around her clit.

Even though everything had resolved in her favour, she wriggled in his arms, unable to fall asleep. Unintentionally, she kept thinking about Floris, about what had happened. She thought she wanted to confront her, to tell her everything she thought of her. She thought she deserved it.

She gently freed herself from the embrace of her husband sleeping a strong, deep sleep and moved silently barefoot towards the door. She ran across the cold stone floor to the chamber next to them and was surprised to find that the door to her quarters was ajar.

She felt a squeeze at the thought that Aegon was still visiting her.

That he had not changed at all.

She quietly walked closer and looked inside. There was no candle burning in the room and it was completely dark, nor did she hear any sound. She entered slowly, approaching her bed unhurriedly seeing that she was alone. She wanted to touch her arm to wake her, but when she noticed her body in the moonlight, she froze.

Her eyes were wide open, her mouth parted.

Her throat slit.

She felt herself begin to tremble all over, only now realising that the black spots around her body were not shadows but blood. Her breath caught in her throat and she couldn't move for a moment frightened, she jumped when she heard a loud, shrill, almost inhuman scream in the distance.

She ran out immediately thinking whoever had done this to her sister was still there and ran ahead following the cries, heedless of the guards who rushed up as she did. The screams led her to Helaena's chamber, who was kneeling in the dark rocking back and forth, something small that looked like a doll lying in front of her.

And then she realised.

It was her son.

Her daughter was trembling all over, hugging her mother, who was looking ahead with absent eyes.

"…Helaena…" She stammered, trembling, looking around fearfully to see if whoever had done that was anywhere in the chamber.

"…we have to get out of here, please." She said walking towards her, grabbing her arm but she didn't move, her daughter was crying loudly.

"I came to check on the children and saw him. He said: I came to take your beloved stag and beloved dragon. That this was the price the queen had set. He cut his throat. He didn't even make a sound." She whispered looking at the white-haired boy lying in front of her, stroking his hair, her whole hands dirty with blood.

She tried to stop the bleeding.

Aemond and Aegon came running over a moment later hearing the commotion. Aemond grabbed her in his arms asking her what had happened, what she was doing here. Aegon stepped down beside Helaena and dropped to his knees. For a moment he just stared at what had happened with his mouth wide open.

He whined loudly like an animal, sobbing, pressing his face into his son's chemise.

Aemond when he noticed this froze, his hands clenched on her body so tightly that it caused her pain, but she thought nothing of it.

I came to take your beloved stag and beloved dragon.

The assassin acting on Rhaenyra's behalf was mistaken.

He thought she was asleep in her chamber.

He mistook her for Floris.

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st4rfckerz · 6 months

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hii req of blurb of ghost face sam being jealous? like a few days before she found out or post reveal, whatever u prefer!

a/n: giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of him being jealous (also this wasn't proofread, so don't kill me)

mdni 18+

ever since you became friends in the sixth grade, sam has always had a thing for you. soon enough it became an unhealthy obsession. at first it was tame, but it didn't last for long. after a while sam would stand close to you so he could smell your sweet scent, stare at you so intensely that it burns holes in the back of your head, you'd even randomly start losing pairs of panties coincidentally everytime sam was over, but you swore that sweet sam would never do such a thing.

sam's attraction to you was painfully obvious to everyone except you. sure you liked him, but you were so convinced that he'd never like someone like you. so with that theory you decide to go out with a popular jock from school. you were so excited to tell sam about how you scored a date with the star player of your school but to your surprise, sam was livid.

"out of all people, why would you go out with him?" sam raises his voice. you knew he wasn't too fond of jocks, but his reaction still felt a little extreme. sam paces back in forth in your room, huffing and puffing like an upset toddler.

"sam, i'm allowed to go out with whoever you want." you retort. you've never seen him this angry, you'd be lying if you said it didn't scare you a little. seeing his eyes turn a cold, menacing blue sent an unpleasant chill down your spine.

sam brings his hands up to rub his face in frustration. "i understand that, but he's not gonna treat you right, guys like him never do." he tries to speak in a calmer tone but you can still feel the anger in his voice.

"you don't even know him, why do you even care so much anyways?" you cross your arms and look at him. sam stops his pacing and glares at you, disbelief plastered on his face.

"you just don't get it, do you?" he shakes his head before shoving his things in the bag he brought over. "do whatever you want, i don't care." sam rushes past you, making sure his shoulder bumps harshly into yours. he left you in your room, alone and confused.

even though sam made you feel guilty about going out with a brainless football player, you went anyway. while you were eating cheap chinese food at a dingy restaurant, sam was taking out his anger by fucking himself with a pair of your stolen underwear.

sam didn't need much time to cover the cotton fabric with his hot seed. for a brief moment, sam considered sending you your stained panties as retaliation, but he had a different idea.

a few days after your argument with sam, you check the news to see that the same football player you went on a date with is now missing. you have a sick feeling in your gut, almost as if it was telling you something, but you choose to ignore it.

sam would never do anything to hurt anyone...right?

#nai answers!#sam monroe x reader #sam monroe #ghostface #ghostface x reader #scream #scream franchise #hayden christensen #hayden christensen x reader

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torhues · 1 year

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kenma kozume.

"so there's someone i like," kenma speaks and from a distance— literally from the other corner of his room— you can hear an exaggerated sigh escape kuroo's lips.

he flips his book close, eyes shut as he exhales deeply with patience running down visibly from his face. "oh god, not again,"

"shut up," kenma retorts, there's a soft blush on his cheeks, a menacing glow in kuroo's eyes, a surprised grimace on your face. they make a good tale to tell. "anyway, there's someone i like and i don't know what to do about it,"

"usually, people confess, instead of being an idiot," the captain says it as a matter of fact, more of an advice although, it sounds like a heavy remark directed to his friend.

on other days, kuroo would gladly drop all his businesses and be at one to offer some love advice to his friend. however, today, or probably from the past few months, he would rather be busy sweeping the gym floors than help his friend, and the reason his simple— it's exhausting.

"tetsu, if you can't say something nice then consider keeping your mouth close," the above addressed man mimics your words with a dramatic expression, making you roll your eyes at his actions. honestly, you couldn't be bothered, you have better things to worry about. "yes, kenma, what about your crush?"

"i don't know," kenma shrugs.

"okay," you nod, pretending to think of some life-saving love life questionnaire to help him reach a conclusion. "are they a complete stranger or someone you know already?"

"we've been friends since middle school," in a distance, you hear kuroo sighs again. he has picked up his book yet again, snickering every once a while, mumbling under his breath. you're aware he hasn't turned a single page in past then minutes for someone who's a fast reader, and you know he's doing anything but reading.

"oh my god, that's cute," you revert your focus back at kenma, a smile that doesn't seem to leave your lips even though your heart feels heavy. "so, when did you become aware of your feelings?"

"three years ago," he replies, a hint of hesitation in his voice and if he's scared of disclosing a precious secret. "almost a few months after we met,"

"people get married and have two kids in three years, kenma," another comment from kuroo, another sigh from kenma that makes him look like a ticking time bomb. you wouldn't care about it, but usually, kenma isn't someone so restless. he isn't someone to dig nails into his fist, to tap his foot on the floor relentlessly, to stutter between words, or to get too lost between his own thoughts. kenma, normally, is a straight forward guy with a simple goal— playing genshin and enjoying everyday drama on genshin twitter.

but he is different today. "i will kill him if he doesn't shut up,"

"do you think they reciprocate?" you ask another question in an attempt to divert his attention for kuroo, the one who wasn't invited to the afternoon friend group therapy show at kenma's ( the group as in your and kenma, who cry about science and alhaitham ) kuroo wasn't even supposed to be in the city. he should've been in osaka at his aunt's for someone's wedding, being the centre of attention because the 'ladies' love him for being so well-mannered and talented.

"i don't know, i hope they do," kenma takes a pause, as if he's uncertain of his words, and you can't do anything because one can never be too sure of how someone else feels. "i can't remember the last time we spend a day without each other. we have movie nights almost every weekend, share the deepest of secrets, i can name a lot of such things. i think we're more than friends, not sure of what we are, but i don't want to be just friends, so yeah, i really hope they feel the same,"

now, you'd be lying if you say that his explanation doesn't sound familiar, but again you don't want to make assumptions. maybe, it's hanae from, his classmate. you met her once in middle school through kenma since they were assigned as project partners for history. it could be anyone, someone from other school, anyone who went to the same middle school as the two of you. considering how perfect kenma is, you aren't possibly the only one to harbour feelings for him.

"y'know, i'd love to meet this person," there's a hint of dejection evident in your voice. perhaps, his descriptions about his crush gave you a slight idea of how kenma loves, and how his feelings aren't reciprocated towards you. you could grab your stuff and leave, but liking someone, in your eyes, has always been about giving into their happiness, no matter how much it hurts you in return.

"trust me, you know them already," kuroo strikes again and this time, you're kind of glad because one, it makes you feel better, dragging your mind out of whatever depressing pool of thought it was drowning into, and two, you couldn't wait to know to who kenma's crush is.

kenma snickers. "how about you focus on chemistry?"

"c'mon, kenma, tell me their name?"

"it's a secret,"

"no it's not, he's just scared," kuroo retorts.

"kuroo, i will tell miss nakamoto how you were the one who added that chunk of sodium in water and almost set the whole lab on fire," you could physically feel kenma plotting some really villainous move in his head, which probably also includes having kuroo benched for around three days. and the best part is, kenma doesn't need make an excuse because you know kuroo has done shit that could get him benched, if someone snitched on him, that is.

"ignore him," you say bitterly, but it's more of an attempt to get kenma's attention back to you. "anyway, give me some hints if you can't tell me the name,"

"um, they're pretty," you thank him in your head for giving you such useful information that you feel like you can track them down from several miles away. "we go to the same school and, are even in the same club. they always attend our matches and used to be in the student council before quitting this year,"

silence conquers the room as you take a moment to think. now, it does sound too familiar to be a coincidence, but again, you don't want to make assumptions. like, you're not stupid enough to think he's talking about you and jump to conclusions, ultimately making a fool of yourself. on the other hand, you can practically feel kuroo looking towards you with hopeful eyes, and you don't know the reason why.

you nod just before kenma was about to panic out of nervousness. "okay, i think i have some candidates,"

"must be nice being this stupid," now, you're sure you would aid kenma in killing kuroo. you can be the one to dispose the body, or his lawyer who will defend him— kenma apologist, to be exact— one to help him flee the country just when japan's police force will be out for him. perhaps, that's one way to stay next to kenma. if not lovers, then partners in crime.

it strikes you that you don't know what you're thinking, but it's doesn't make any sense.

"will be nicer if you just shut your goddamn mouth up," kenma hisses under this breath, and you think he looks like an angry cat, which is cute, but that's for another day. he turns to look at you to pleading eyes, almost as if he's begging you to spare his life. "just let it be, i'll tell you when the time comes,"

"and by that time, your crush will be married and have three kids while expecting one more," kenma is seeing red, you bet. perhaps, the volleyball team will lose a player today, and you can't do anything because sometimes, kuroo literally asks for it. it amuses you how he's one of the smartest students in school and yet so dumb, it makes you feel better about yourself.

"kuroo plea—"

kuroo interjects before kenma could even complete his sentence. "no, kenma, you both are making my head hurt,"

"now what is so stressful to you about kenma having a crush?" you

"that, he's dropping so many hints but someone has to be fucking blind," another series of silence, kuroo feels hopeful again. maybe this time, you would get the hint, and actually, you got the hint, you know it could be you but also, you're confident it's not you. not that you don't feel confident about yourself, but actually, it's because kenma has barely shown any interest in you, apart from everything that he has mentioned earlier.

you look at kuroo, and then at kenma, who's busy avoiding eye contact and fiddling with the hem of his shirt. you know he's probably trying to come up with more excuses and more ways to end kuroo. or perhaps, he's just nervous because you'd be the second person to know about his crush, next to kuroo. you could be wrong, so you leave your thoughts at that. "so, who is the crush?"

"the heck, yn, it's you !" and since then, kuroo has been skipping school for three days now because of the ( big ) red swelling on his forehead thanks to the notebook kenma projected at him.

#♡ hues'.#♡ handmade.#kenma x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu fic #kenma fic #haikyuu fluff #kenma fluff #haikyuu drabbles #kenma drabble #haikyuu headcanons #kenma headcanons #haikyuu #kenma kozume #haikyuu kenma #I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS IS FORGIVE ME #this is so . rusty #but at least it's funny ig :/

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mandiemegatron · 9 months

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𝔽𝕦𝕔𝕜 𝕌𝕡 𝕄𝕪 𝕄𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕦𝕡

Nsfw/nsft ficlet for @swampstew 💖👀

Eustass Kid x Y/N

𝟷𝟾+ 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢, 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 💖

Rough sex, fingering, name calling, Eustass being a bastard as always ✨️✨️✨️

A/N: I hope you enjoy Raven!! It was honestly super fun writing Kid so who knows, maybe I'll write him again in the future 👀 I hope this puts a cute lil grin on ur cute lil face ! ✨️✨️✨️✨️💖💖💖 he gon smooch it 😎

Enjoy!! 💋💋💋💋

"So when are we gunna fuck?"

You coughed on your drink, wide eyes looking up at the red-headed menace you called your friend. You knew you liked each other; the way his eyes always undressed you when he thought you didn't notice, or the way his laugh echoed inside your body like an addictive drug...

But never had he been so bold as to ask you something like that directly to your face.

"I uh, that's incredibly ballsy of you, Eustass."

The man grinned and barked out a laugh as his fleshy hand landed over his heart.

"Ugh, I love it when you say my name - you should definitely scream it for me later."

Your cheeks burned bright red, your eyes still wide as the words ran laps in your head over over. He had flirted with you before, but nothing to this extent.

"...Are you drunk?"

Your words pierced him, but he hid the pang of bitterness with an almost sneer as he replied with a bite,

"I don't need to be drunk to tell you I want to fuck you."

You were silent for a moment, eyes finally wandering his body until they landed back on his face. His eyes always told the truth, and he was not lying about this. One of your eyebrows ticked up, a small smirk washing over your lips as you finally replied,

"Well then, why don't you show me just how sober you are?"

It was a blur, the next few moments. He had picked you up so easily, throwing you over a shoulder as your surprised and dark red face met the few crew still awake and watching with amused expressions.

"Get 'er, Captain, you fuckin' dog!" Someone cheered out, your face burning worse as Kid's metal hand came up to slap you on the ass, hard enough to pull a sound from you.

He gave a rumbling chuckle before quite literally barking out,

"Woof."

He literally kicked the door open down to the rooms, his long legs taking every two steps as you bounced on his shoulder. Your hands were firm against his back to try and minimize the shock but it wasn't doing much, a deep frown etched into your face as you bit back pained grunts.

When he finally hit the last step, he made quick work to get to his room, throwing the door open and tossing you roughly onto his bed. Your back hit the mattress and your breath left you, having to struggle to take a breath for a moment. You gave him a low glare when you finally caught it, slowly sitting up as your gaze changed as he ripped off his clothes, staring you down with hungry eyes.

"Good God," you murmured out, your eyes widening as you took him in in all his shamelessness. Your face burned terribly when your lower peripheral caught his lower region a little too well, trying very hard not to actually look further down.

"Careful princess, you keep looking at me like that and I'll ruin you."

Your eyes snapped up to his and your entire body ached, his gaze eating you from the inside out; that stupid, shit eating grin he always wore plastered across his face.

"Is that a threat or a promise?"

The words left your mouth before your brain had even registered that you spoke, a sudden look of shock crossing your own face when he cackled loudly.

"Both, obviously."

The teasing tone sent a shiver up your spine, and before you could say anything in return, your back hit the mattress once more, your wrists locked in a metal and fleshy grasp pinned above your head. Sharp, red eyes met yours as his face came above yours, and you swore your heart stopped, the thrill of being under Kid and his gaze feeling almost overwhelming.

"So?"

Your eyes narrowed at his question.

"So... what?"

He rolled his eyes with a huff and snarked back with a twitch of his hips,

"SO, when are we gunna fuck? You never answered me."

Your annoyed look softed at his words, realizing the mighty Eustass Kid was asking for consent.

"And they say chivalry is dead," you joked with a laugh before moving your head up as much as you could, your nose just brushing against his as you grinned up at him.

"Just fuck me already, Eustass."

It was like a switch had turned on in him. His lips devoured yours, his metal hand overtaking both your hands in his one, his other hand making its way down to rip off your shirt and your skirt, a delighted sound leaving his throat as he realized you had a cute, thin red thong on.

You groaned in annoyance as he ripped those off too.

You pulled away from the kiss to bite out,

"That was my favorite combo, you asshat! Do you know how much I spent on that fucking shirt?!"

His flesh hand grasped the bottom of your face harshly, pulling you back into a rough kiss, his tongue overtaking your mouth until he finally pulled away, leaving you breathless and moaning gently.

"Shut up, I'll buy you whatever the fuck you want later. I'll even help you out with your garbage style," he laughed out mockingly, his hand moving away from your face to travel back down to your now naked core. Your eyes rolled back as he shoved two digits in, giving you no time to get used to the intrusion as he immediately began thrusting into you. He had a snarking grin on his face as he watched yours, basking in how your body moved and begged for him.

"Yeah, just like that,"

His voice was suddenly so close, not realizing your eyes had shut as your hips ground against his hand. His breath tickled over your ear as he chuckled.

"I told you, I'm going to ruin you."

You whined as his fingers left you, his body slotting itself between your shaking legs. You gasped as he lined himself up, his tip already stretching you as he tested the waters. He groaned at how wet you were, feeling you pull him in as you rolled your hips onto him, his cock sliding in little by little until his hips finally met yours. You both stayed quiet for a moment, you both heavily breathing bring the only sound in the room. It was quiet enough that you could hear the party still continuing upstairs but neither of you paid it any mind.

The kiss he gave you was a little more gentle, still as demanding but more caring than hungry. He stared you down, almost as if waiting for you to say or do anything. When you tightened around him, his breath hitched and he chuckled lowly, biting down on your bottom lip hard enough to make your groan.

"Good girl."

His pace was intense, rough and almost painful if not for the incredible amount of extacy running through your entire body. Your fingers and palms ached under the metal grasp, your back arching into Kids chest as he fulfilled his promise and threat, his eyes falling shut as he bent his head to bite down on a breast, groaning around the flesh now covered in lipstick.

His grunts and groans made your stomach twist and heart flutter, a feeling of pride washing over you as you reveled in being the one to make him fall apart and lose control.

His lips suddenly met yours again for just a moment, his warm hand moving from gripping your hip to rub across your lips, barking out a laugh as he commented,

"You fucked up my makeup, slut. There's punishment for that."

Your eyes rolled back as his mouth met your throat, biting down every once in a while as he thrusted into you, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. His name fell from your lips over and over, feeling his lips grin into your throat as he shifted his hips slightly, his tip hitting a spot you didn't even know existed. You saw stars and came hard, clenching around him to the point his hips faltered, your name tumbling from him like a prayer as he followed you, filling you with a burning warmth that just added to the overwhelming sensations Kid just put you through.

He finally lifted his head after a few minutes, his forehead resting against yours as you stared at each other. Your breath mingled for a moment before his bent a bit to capture your lips, his metal hand finally releasing your hands from its cage. Your hands went to his body and his hair, pulling him as close as possible as your legs wrapped around his waist.

"What took you so long?"

He pulled back enough to look down at you with a overly shocked face, almost angry at your words.

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?!"

You laughed breathlessly, rolling your eyes mockingly as you replied,

"It means, what took you so long to ask to fuck me?"

He was quiet for a minute before replying honestly,

"I didn't think ya liked me like that. Didn't want to make you uncomfortable."

Your heart melted at how uncomfortable he himself looked, his eyes looking everywhere but you. You clenched around his somehow still semi hard cock and he grunted, glared down at you.

"Do I look uncomfortable? Because I can promise you that I'm not. In fact, I feel the safest I've ever felt."

His eyes softed slightly before he kissed you again, a cheeky grin on his face as he chuckled out,

"Aw, don't make me blush, princess."

In a flash, he pressed you back down to the mattress, his hips slowly beginning their assault once more. Your one hand tightened in his hair as his mouth met your neck once more, teeth grazing and nipping your flesh as you slowly fall apart under him once again.

"Eustass..."

"I hope you have no plans tomorrow, because we're going all... night... long..."

A/N: WEEEEEE !! wow that was SO much fun to write, what a snarky lil bastard !! I love him !! I spent about 2 and a half hours on this so if you saw any mistakes, no you did not ! 🥰💖

I hope you all enjoyed but I hope you enjoyed this the most @swampstew !!! I know it's not much but it's from the heart (and Kids bed lmaaoo 👀) so I hope it cheered you up just an ittle bittle! You're awesome, keep your chin up 💖✨️

Be good ! Love you my lil tangerines!🍊🍊🍊💋💋💋💋💋

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cowgurrrl · 5 months

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Don't Let This Darkness Fool You

Summary: Joel's journey to sobriety [1.1k]

Author's note: idk how i feel about this

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, ANGST, TW ADDICTION, misuse of drugs and alcohol, mention of Sarah's death and Ellie's time in FEDRA school, chronic pain, symptoms of withdrawal, Joel trying to make peace with his past, happy ending

The first time Joel goes to a meeting, he sits in the back and says nothing. He watches person after person get up and talk at the front of the room like it's the easiest thing in the world. He doesn't move. He can barely breathe in the musty church rec room as he listens to their stories and finds pieces of himself in each. The survivor left to carry on when everyone else died or left; the bereaved parent; the ruthless dealer shaking down clients to make ends meet; the addict.

Joel never felt the need to examine his relationship with substances. He drank and smoked and made bad decisions as a teenager and into young adulthood, which is partly how he became a single parent at twenty-two. After Sarah was born, he didn't have the time or energy to party anymore. Sure, he had a beer or two here, but never anything close to a bender. He always had to wake up for work and make sure Sarah got to school on time. He would just be setting himself up for failure if he drank heavily.

Then Sarah died, and nothing mattered anymore. The FEDRA doctor gave him a bottle of painkillers for the stitches on the side of his head, and he never thought twice about it. At first, it was manageable. A drink here, some pills there. His kid had just died. He was allowed to grieve however he wanted to, or that was his reasoning, at least, when it became harder to get under control. He would go from being fine to the throes of withdrawal and back to the hazy stupor that rendered him incapable of function. It was a cycle. One that Tess and Tommy hated, but he was always sober when they needed him to be, or he tried to be.

That entire year spent with Ellie, he was more scared of what would happen if he did touch the stuff than if he didn't. His objective was no longer how fast he could get his next fix. It was how fast he could get Ellie fed or somewhere safe. When they finally settled in Jackson, he felt like he could relax without the help of a neat whiskey or a handful of menacing white pills. He was good. He kicked his nasty little habit that followed him for decades and cold turkey at that. He was fine. Until the trauma from the previous twelve months finally caught up with him.

His back was permanently fucked up from falling off the horse in Colorado. He got horrible headaches, which were probably the result of one too many hits to the head and neck. His wrist clicked in pain every time he moved it too fast, and he couldn't sleep. The Jackson doctor cautiously prescribed him anti-anxiety medication and painkillers. And goddammit, if those little pills didn't make him feel the tiniest bit better. He could feel the spiral start again but was too scared to voice it or ask for help.

It wasn't until that night when he stumbled home drunk and a little high after a patrol shift and found Ellie doing homework at the dinner table. He slurred an apology, and she eyed him like a dangerous stranger when he sat across from her. They got into a fight. Joel doesn't remember what it was about, but he remembers going to bed feeling stone-cold sober even though the alcohol was still thrumming through his veins. In the morning, Ellie admitted that she hated when he drank because it reminded her of the FEDRA soldiers loudly coming home from QZ bars. Drunk men with authority and weapons are enough to scare anyone, let alone a little girl. Joel promised her it would never happen again, and he fully intended to keep his promise, but he'd be lying if he said it was easy to quit.

His hands shook in pain for the first few days, and he constantly felt sick. He was sweaty and irritable and uncomfortable. It didn't help that the other patrolmen would ask him to join them for a drink after patrols. He almost folded once. He was almost over the threshold of the Tipsy Bison before he doubled back and ended up at Tommy's door, crumpling in on himself from pain and withdrawal. It was Tommy who mentioned something about the drug addict's anonymous support group. "I'll even come with ya." His brother offered as he rubbed his back like Joel was a fussy infant instead of a grown man.

So, that's how Joel found himself white-knuckling his way through a DAA meeting with Tommy at his side. Tommy assured him that everything said in the meeting was privileged and couldn't leave the church doors. Joel was safe to say anything, and he would receive support. Still, he was so scared. He just sat and watched. It would take two more months of tears, sleepless nights, and fighting temptation before he found the strength to walk down to the front of the room.

"Hi, my name's Joel and… I'm, uh," he stumbled. "I'm an addict." He shared the bits of his story he felt comfortable sharing, but his hands wrung nervously the whole time. He was waiting for the room to turn on him or for the world to end (again), but it didn't. He said the worst things about himself and everything was… fine. "I just… wanna do better for my," he breathed deeply. "For my Ellie." He awkwardly thanked the group and moved to sit back down when the group leader, a kind-looking woman named Shawna, stopped him.

"How long have you been sober, Joel?" She asked softly, and he cleared his throat.

"'Bout four months, ma'am." He said, and she quickly turned to grab something out of her bag. Before he could ask what she was looking for, she pressed a dented circle into his hand and smiled.

"Now, it ain't as pretty as the ones back in the day, but you should be just as proud." She said before encouraging the group to applaud Joel. He felt silly receiving the praise, but when he sat back down, he couldn't ignore how much better he felt.

He didn't look at what Shawna gave him until after the meeting. He thought it was a personal thing he should see only when alone. He waited until his boots were off and he was comfortable on the couch before fishing the wonky thing out of his pocket and looking at it. It was obviously made from scrap pieces of metal, and the engraving was all wrong, but the words "4 months sober" still made him beam with pride. Joel stared at it for a few minutes before walking upstairs to Ellie's empty room and scribbling a note on her desk.

When Ellie gets home from studying with Dina and Jesse, she finds the coin on her desk beside a note in Joel's blocky handwriting. It reads, "Every single one is for you. It's all for you."

#joel miller angst #joel miller #the last of us #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fic #joel tlou #tlou angst #the last of us angst #the last of us fic #joel and ellie

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slut-f0r-u · 1 year

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Are we too young for this?

A/N Inspired by 'Softcore' By The Neighbourhood. Clementine is readers code name

Pairings: Tangerine x sibling!reader, lemon x sibling!reader

Summary: The mission went wrong. Now you and Tangerine are being held hostage waiting for Lemon to save you.

Warnings:killing/assassins etc, probably bad spelling/grammar, angst, blood, swearing, kinda ooc

Everything hurt. You never wanted to open your eyes again but you heard tangerine softly calling your name. "Clementine." He said in a pained voice, "Please wake up." Tangerine must have saw you stirring awake. You open your eyes slowly, adjusting to the light and taking in your new surroundings. It was dark and dirty. You assume your stuck in a basement. You try to remeber what had happened but you fell short.

"Tan." You said so quietly he might not have even heard it if he wasn't paying such close attention to you. "What happened?" you finished. You finally looked up to see him covered in blood, he had a few scratches here and there but you couldn't pin point where all the blood was from. "Don't worry, Its not mine." He said seemingly reading your mind, "we got caught, some fucking assholes beat us up and trapped us down here." He said with a scowl.

You Tried to sit up but failed suddenly feeling a sharp pain in your side, you look down and see a large gaping hole in the side of your stomach gushing out blood. "Oh shit." you mumble and start to apply pressure to the wound, you hadn't even noticed it was there to dazed from getting knocked out or maybe it was the amount of blood you were losing. Tangerines eyes followed to where you were looking and they widened in suprise and worry. He quickly stood up, ripping his shirt and attempting to wrap your wound while muttering various curses at your attackers.

"Where's Lem?" You breathed out wincing in pain. "He made it out. But hes gonna come get us. I promise." He said, dismissing your worries that he was lying somewhere dead in a ditch. Suddenly you both heard loud footsteps walking down the stairs. You held your breath and prayed that it was just Lemon.

But it was not. The door swung open and a large man with a gun came down. You and tangerine said nothing just glaring at him with looks that could kill. The large man let out a manic laugh out of no where. This man was definetly insane. "What do you fucking want you twat." Tangerine growled out with a menacing look on his face, But the man just kept laughing. "What do I want? WHAT DO I WANT?" He cried out whilst still hystericaly laughing, "I want revenge." He suddenly stopped laughing and his expression turned dark. You and tangerine knew better than to speak to the very angry man hoping to stall him until lemon arrived.

"Your brother shot my family dead. Now I'm going to do the same to his!" He yelled raising his gun. You closed your eyes tightly and held your breath as you heard a gun shot. You hear a body drop to the ground and realise that it wasn't yours. You open yours eyes to see Lemon knealing in front of you saying something but you couldn't hear him because of th eringing in you ears.

You feel Lemon pick you up and start walking out. You turn your head to see tangerine limping beside you still on high alert. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion and you beginning to feel drowsy once again. You were young, younger than the twins. This should not be happening to you. You should be out living your life, making friends. Not fighting for your life every single day. You manage to look up at Lemon and mumble out a question only just loud enough that he could hear it, "Are we too young for this?"

He and Tangerine look down at you with pity in their eyes. How could they let you do this? You were still only a kid for fucks sake. You were 15 years old. They shouldn't have let you get into the game. They felt guilty. They were the reason you got hurt. They failed to protect you and now you all were paying the price. Just as Lemon was about to speak up you loose conciousness. They both begin to panic and walk faster to the get away car.

They decide its smarter if Lemon drives, and Tangerine sits in the back with you. He vows to never let you get hurt again. He would protect you with his life. Just like you would do for them.

#lemon x sibling #lemon and tangerine #tangerine x sibling #tangerine x reader #lemon x reader #lemon #tangerine #bullet train x you #bullet train #angst #siblings #Spotify

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