#minty’s far cry

[just-mint-to-be]

Seed brothers reaction to finding their darling after she tried to run away, mayb with the resistance or the dep. like, how would they punish her or anyone that hid her etc

Wouldn’t mind being chased by Jacob through the woods ngl

Joseph

- When he finds you, he’s beyond relieved.

- Will most likely make embracing you and checking you for harm his number one priority before pulling you away to your previous shared dwelling.

- You’ll be sat down, no physical restraints present but a locked door and two guards outside keeping you well and truly stuck.

- ‘My love, what on earth were you thinking?’

- You may try and spew some alleged nonsense about ‘missing your old life’ or that you ‘do not love him’, but Joseph sees through it.

- You poor, foolish girl; you’ve been tainted, corrupted by their false promises and faithless ways. There’s no way this was your choice alone, he doesn’t blame you.

- Strong emotion courses within him, most of it pain, but a portion of it sizzling anger directed exclusively toward those that took you away from him.

- Joseph will run a bliss bath, having you strip before him as he hands rubs your entire form. His almost daze like attempt at literally scrubbing you free of their influence only halted when you let a little sob free.

- ‘Oh y/n, I do this because I love you. One day you’ll understand, your soul is mine to protect and preserve’

- Eventually when you’re allowed into the warm, silky embrace of warm water you might fall asleep.

- Tender strokes of his hand against your brow provide an outlet for his many, teeming thoughts of how he can be sure no such incidences happen again.

John

- You might be sitting at the bar, enjoying your first taste of alcohol since being taken. Maybe you’re resting in the perceived safety of a bunker bed or even helping one of the resistance members with prepping as thanks.

- Wherever you may be, you won’t be there for long. John doesn’t wait for pleas or for bargains. He barges in with a small army in tow, knocks you out with either a rag over the mouth or sedative syringe.

- When you awake, it’s with a pounding headache, bound hands and one very pissed off John holding sentry across from you.

- ‘I killed them,’ he’ll simply state, striding over to you. ‘You forced my hand, you did this.’

- With what little energy you have, your body simmers with guilt. You try to verbally protest, ‘John I-‘ but are cut short with a hungry, sloppy kiss.

- It’s an unspoken act of softness, his way of letting you know that behind his rage rests a man that’s just damn grateful to have you back.

- When he pulls his lips from yours (only when he’s ready), you pant your way into a choked out gasp.

- In his hand is his trusty tattoo gun, one he’s inked your skin with many times before. A heart with his name on your chest, the word ‘mine’ tarnishing the curve of your hip bones.

- But now? A collection of names on your forearm; the names of all that died from your selfish, cowardly denial of his adoration.

Jacob

- A large part of him savours it; seeing the chase and retrieval effort of his prize as a test of devotion and strength.

- So he waits. He knows exactly where you are, where you’re hiding within hours of your cute little escape.

- Consider it a head start- a chance for you to get worn out before he drags you back home where you belong.

- Will sweep you over his shoulder, daring any one of your little ‘friends’ to try and take you. It’s comparable to a rowdy pup being dragged by the scruff of her neck back to the den.

- ‘Stupid little lamb, you’ll lead them to their slaughter.’

- Premature guilt silences you, perhaps has you begging and offering uncharacteristic, possibly degrading things in return for the safety of those that sheltered you. He might take you up on your offer at a later date, wielding it as a means of submission.

- He’s condescending, affectionately pinching your cheeks through the bars of the cage. Gone are any homely privileges he may have afforded you for the time being.

- ‘You thought you were strong enough to survive out there without me, how endearing. You know nothing, you’re lucky I’m here.’

- It’ll be a long time before you have his trust again, if ever.

#minty’s writing #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #minty’s far cry #yandere jacob seed #yandere joseph seed x reader #Yandere John seed #Yandere cult #Yandere fanfic

[lanadelnegan]

Crush - Part 2

Gym Teacher Negan x Female Reader

read part one here

Summary: Coach Negan finds you smoking and decides to punish you.

Warnings: smut, 18+, nsfw, extreme sexual tension, smoking, choking, rough face-fucking, negan degrading you, praising you and calling you "good girl"

final part coming soon!

The majority of your final week of high school has been spent replaying the imagine of your teacher fisting his cock in his hand while moaning your name.

Your feelings are still slightly hurt from the comment he made before you hurried out of his office that day, but you've had a few days to recover from it. You've found that smoking cigarettes helps calm you down, so you find a way to sneak off a couple times during your school day to light one up.

You lean your head against the brick wall outside of the gym as you blow a trail of smoke from your mouth, daydreaming of your new favorite memory. You'll be late to P.E. again, but what's new.

You've dodged Negan as much as possible the last two days, avoiding any possibility of him bringing up the awkward moment of you walking in on him. As far as he knows, you've forgotten all about it. Although that couldn't be further from the truth.. it's all you think about actually. Especially at night in bed when you touch yourself.

You feel an ache between your legs as you stand with your back against the cold brick wall. You have to physically restrain from touching yourself right there until the sound of the gym doors swing open, grabbing your attention.

When you turn your head, Negan's eyes are on you as he saunters towards you. You secretively hold the cigarette down by your side, not wanting to draw his attention to it.

"Being late is one thing. But smoking on school property? Have you lost your damn mind?"

"You've done worse." You say, blowing the puff of smoke you were holding in your mouth directly on his face. He grins sarcastically, placing his right hand above your head on the wall.

"Such a smart ass little mouth."

Your gaze drops to his lips when he speaks, and the smell of his minty breath makes your knees weak. His grin widens knowingly at the sight of you staring at his mouth before he reaches for your cigarette, stealing it from your fingers and bringing it to his own lips. He draws in a breath, inhaling the smoke before blowing it out directly into your mouth. Your lips part slightly, accepting it without hesitation.

Somehow it feels even more intimate than kissing, as you breath in each other's air and gaze lustfully at one another. His hazel eyes drop to your mouth as his body leans closer, trapping you against the wall.

You can feel his hard bulge through his jeans and you cry on the inside, wanting to slap him for not choosing to wear basketball shorts today.

You slowly reach for the front of his pants, but he grabs your wrist gently, pushing it against the wall beside you. He brings his mouth close to your ear and the side of his neck is temptingly close to your lips. You imagine darting your tongue out and licking it, wondering what his skin tastes like.

His deep, raspy voice fills your ear, sending chills down your body to your toes. "If I catch one of these in your mouth again..." He drops the cigarette, crushing it under his shoe. "I'll replace it with something much bigger. And as pleasing as that probably sounds to you, I will not make it enjoyable."

Your body visibly shutters at his words and he backs away, leaving you shaky and desperate.

"Get it together, y/l/n." He chuckles, suddenly back in character and putting on his best Coach Negan voice while entering the gym doors.

Fuck. You gather yourself enough to follow behind him a few minutes later. When you enter the gym, your peers are lined up on the court doing their stretches and you fall into place, finding a spot in the back. You sit down, stretching your legs apart and out in front of you while leaning forward and struggling to reach your toes with your fingertips.

Negan approaches you chuckling. "Oh, darlin'.. I know you can stretch further than that." He crouches down directly in front of you. "Need some motivation? I'm right here... Reach for me, doll." He taunts, whispering the last part for only the two of you to hear.

You lock eyes with him and reach forward, finally grabbing your toes as your face comes closer to his. "That's my good fuckin' girl." He smirks proudly before standing to his feet and cockily walking off.

Your face reddens as you feel more wetness pool in your panties. You've never been so horny and desperate for a man's cock in your life and it almost brings you to tears. Knowing how big and thick he is behind his jeans just makes you crave him more and you can't help but stare. He's bigger than any boy you've been with before and you know he would obliterate you.

"Something on your mind, y/n?" He calls out, making your classmates turn their heads to look at you. Your eyes widen and he winks at you, resting his hands on his hips.

"No sir." You say back, avoiding his gaze.

"Alright, we're gonna do something fun today since tomorrow is sadly our last day together." Negan announces, looking towards you at the end of his sentence. Your heart aches a little at this words.

Since tomorrow is sadly our last day together.

"Since only a handful of you showed up today, we're gonna do a scrimmage game." He bounces the basketball lazily while he goes over the rules, and your heart races with nervous excitement.

He chooses a team captain to play against him as they both take turns choosing their players. You wait patiently for Negan to say your name, but find yourself disappointed when moments pass and the others have been picked while you and the only other girl in class stand alone.

To even more surprise, Negan says the other girl's name while simultaneously grinning at you and you scrunch your brows at him angrily.

Okay. If that's how he wants to be.

"Man to man." Negan says, not taking his eyes off of you, claiming you as his.

Negan disappears into the locker room to change and you practically drool when he comes back out in basketball shorts and a white t-shirt.

Your team has the ball as you stand close by the goal next to Negan, who casually guards you. Neither one of you are that into the game, but more focused on teasing each other.

Negan stands directly behind you, pressing his body lightly against yours and you let yourself sink into him. His mouth leans next to your ear like before and all you want is to reach your hands behind you and feel him.

"Pay attention, doll. You seem distracted."

You don't have time to respond before your teammate passes you the ball and you turn, trying to shoot. Negan keeps his hands by his sides as he lets you attempt your shot.

Surprisingly you make it and you look to Negan, expecting him to talk trash, but instead he grins proudly.

"That's my fuckin' girl."

He says, running past you to the other side of the court. You follow him closely and his player passes him the ball quickly. Negan steps back, bouncing the ball and giving you the chance to get in front of him.

He bites his lip, loving your enthusiasm as you're determined not to let him score. When he attempts to go past you, you step in front of him and push your body into his roughly but it only causes you to lose your balance and stumble. You grab onto the front of his shirt, bringing him down with you as he falls on top of you, catching himself with his hand before crushing you.

His mouth is right above yours as he smirks. He goes to stand up, not wanting to make a scene in front of everyone, and subtly thrusts his hips into you before standing to his feet and lifting you up with him.

"Well obviously that's a foul, guess I get a free throw." He stands at the line to shoot, but misses the first shot, shocking all of you since he never misses unless it's on purpose.

"Something on your mind, coach? You seem distracted." You tease and he shoots you a warning glare.

He makes the next shot, looking to you. "Not at all. Takes a lot to get my attention." He smiles, running past you.

The game comes to an end when he makes the winning shot.

"And that? is how it's fucking done." He laughs, dismissing you all for the day.

Your classmates head to the lockers to collect their things and you follow behind them before Negan stops you, grabbing your wrist.

Your pulse races at the two of you being the only ones left standing in the gym.

"Don't be a sore fuckin' loser, baby." He teases, looking down at you.

"Maybe I let you win."

"Maybe. Or maybe I'm just fuckin' better than you." His head tilts as you look into his flirty eyes before pushing past him and joining the other girl in the locker room.

"He wants you bad." The girl says, changing into her clothes.

"What?" You ask, sitting on the bench next to her.

"Coach Negan.. It's so obvious, don't play dumb." She laughs annoyed before grabbing her bag and leaving.

You watch her leave, wondering if you two were really that obvious. Does everyone else see it too?

You decide to undress, turning on one of the showers and taking advantage of the empty locker room while you can. Most of your friends can't wait for school to be out, but the thought of never coming back here makes you depressed.

You light a cigarette to make yourself feel better, taking a few puffs while you lean against the side of the shower and wait for the water to heat up.

You press your cigarette into the counter, laying it there for later as you step into the hot shower. You lean against the wall, letting the water run over you as your favorite image floods your mind. Your hand drops to your pussy, finding your clit and rubbing slowly, imagining Negan between your legs.

"Negan.." You moan out, opening your eyes and quickly jerking your hand away when you lock eyes with Negan, who’s leaning against the wall with his arms crossed disappointedly.

"Wanna explain?" He asks and you blush as you try to cover yourself unsuccessfully.

"I was - I just.." You stutter, looking down at yourself.

"Not that. Hell, I was even gonna let you finish." He explains before holding up your cigarette. "This.. remember what I said?"

You nod, gulping noticeably as your heart beats hard with anticipation of your punishment. He flicks the cigarette in the trash before stepping in the shower with you and you back away slightly, giving him room.

"What are you waiting for then? On your fuckin' knees."

You stare at him wide-eyed, watching the water soak through his white shirt as it clings to him, revealing his toned body and dark chest hair. You slowly drop to your knees, trying to get comfortable in the small shower as your ass rests against the back of your legs.

"Take it out, sweetheart." He says, staring down at you as you obey him and pull his pants down to his ankles and off his feet, not taking your eyes off his hard length in front of your face. You eagerly lean forward to take him in your mouth, but his hand grips the back of your hair, urging you to look up at him.

"Not so fast, remember this is a fuckin' punishment, doll." You try looking up at him but the water sprays against his stomach and onto your face.

He grips the base of his cock, guiding it to your mouth and tapping the tip against your lips until you open for him. He pushes past your lips as your mouth stretches around him and you moan, closing your eyes as the water runs down your face.

His hands rest behind you on the shower wall as he leans over you, thrusting his hips and pushing himself deeper down your throat each time. You gag around him and try to pull your head back but his hand falls to your head, holding you in place.

"You're gonna take all of me, baby." He breathes out heavily, holding your head down until your nose is pressed into his soft dark curls. You struggle, unable to breathe as his length completely obstructs your airway.

You push on his thighs, panicking as your eyes water. He finally pulls back, grabbing your jaw and forcing you to look at him as he bends down, hovering his face over yours.

You inhale a deep breath, taking in all the air you can get while you have the opportunity. Water drips off his wet hair, running down his face as he stares at you through dark, wet lashes.

He's so fucking pretty. You think to yourself as he grins, squeezing your face tighter.

"You are so fuckin' pretty like this." He says, echoing your own thoughts. "I am no where near down with that mouth, doll. I've waited so long so see you take my cock. Gonna fuck your face until I goddamn ruin you." He whispers aggressively before spitting directly into your mouth.

You swallow his saliva, secretly loving his roughness. He notices your slight grin and his face turns cold and serious.

"You enjoying this, sweetheart?"

You nod desperately, eager for him to use you.

"Can't have that, baby. Guess I'll have to try harder, huh?"

Fear washes over you, not knowing what's to come as he suddenly leans back up into his original position.

Without warning, he slams your head back against his cock completely, making you choke around him. His other hand is back against the wall behind you as guides you using your hair and roughly fucks your face. He angles your head back slightly, letting the shower waterboard you and you struggle.

He thrusts into your mouth relentlessly, until your jaw aches and you turn almost blue from lack of oxygen.

“Fuck” He grunts, pulling his dick out of your mouth quickly at the sight of you almost passing out, before squeezing his large hand around your throat and pulling you up off your knees.

You feel dizzy and disoriented, but he presses his body against yours, pinning you to the wall to hold you up. "Hey, breathe, baby. Breathe." He lightly slaps your face as you slowly regain consciousness.

Once he knows you're okay, he wipes the mascara running down your cheeks with his thumbs and grins proudly at you.

"You gonna touch another fuckin' cigarette?"

You shake your head no, trying to slow your breathing and calm down.

"Good girl." He praises you. "Finish up and get dressed, doll. Don't want your parents wonderin' where the hell you are."

You hear him chuckle as he exits the locker room with a towel wrapped around him, leaving you with panting and aching painfully between your legs.

And you realize.. that’s the real punishment.

Final part coming soon :)

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[ponderingmoonlight]

Sharing a bed with Levi for the first time after he came back

Just a little aftercare for this fic (click to read)

You still can’t believe your own luck. After all those years you endured this merciless war underneath the surface, all those years you prayed for your beloved husband to come back. And now he’s sitting next to you in the dim candle light far past midnight while reading through a tower of papers. And you simply cannot bring yourself to let go of him.

How are you supposed to ever let him go again when last time, you didn’t see him for years after?

“You should go to sleep, love. It was a long day”, he gently murmurs into your hair.

Looking up at him through sleep-deprived wet lashes still seems like a dream. Just the feeling of his warmth pressed against yours, his tight biceps between your eager arms, his minty smell you remember oh so well. It really seems like nothing changed.

But the look on his face tells you otherwise. Those dark circles that get enhanced by the dim moonlight don’t lie as well as the worry lines that now decorate his face. There is absolutely no doubt in the fact that Levi went through a lot without you. Your heart clenches uncomfortably inside your chest, arms holding onto him even tighter.

“I was wondering…If you’d mind sharing a bed with me…”, you mutter.

Why on earth are you acting so shy right now? The man sitting next to you is your husband, after all.

Levi lays the paper he just read through aside, hand lifting your chin up ever so gently.

“I don’t remember when I last slept a night, (y/n)”, he admits while putting strands of hair behind your ear mindlessly.

"It seems like I forgot how it works the day I lost you."

Your heart drops to the floor, eyes wavering in nothing but grief. What did he go through without you by his side, what horror did his grey eyes see? Out of instinct, you put your hand into his nape, draw his lips even closer to yours until they finally meet in a tender kiss.

“Let me show you how it’s done, then”, you whisper against his softness before you lift yourself up.

The air in the room around you seems to sparkle while your hand guides him to the plain single bed standing in the middle of the room. Countless nights, you imagined the love of your life back by your side. Countless nights, you tried to remember what his body feels like pressed against yours, his soft breath caressing your cheek every morning.

You let yourself fall onto the hard mattress, the bed not giving in an inch by your weight. Levi soon follows behind, his now dark eyes glued to your face.

“You can’t imagine how much I missed this. Since the day I had to leave you behind, I didn’t allow myself to fall asleep without holding you between my arms when I wake up.”

You feel like crying and giggling at the same time, a sad smile decorating your lips. Oh, how much you missed your husband, how much you longed for sharing a bed with him again.

“But now you can. Trust me when I say I’ll never leave your side again. No matter what. Even if you push me away.”

Oh, how good it feels to press your head against his firm chest, his steady heartbeat making you feel like home.

“I would never push you away, (y/n).”

He wraps his arms around your shoulders and waist gently, pushes you even closer against his inviting body. For the first time since you finally got your husband back, you allow your eyes to rest, to take a break from constantly gazing at him.

Slowly but surely, you feel his steady breath against your forehead, how his firm muscles relax around you just before you yourself get consumed by darkness.

What a bittersweet and tender night it is, finally sharing the same bed with your husband after longing for him countless nights.

#aot levi #levi aot #aot #aot x reader #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot fluff #levi fluff #levi attack on titan #levi ackerman #captain levi #levi x reader #husband levi #levi x you #levi x y/n #aot x y/n #aot x you #aot fanfiction #aot fanfic #aot fandom #aot masterlist #attack on titan x reader #levi ackermann x reader #levi ackermann x you #levi ackerman x reader #levi angst

[skxllz]

imagine.

paul hawking a fat wad of spit in between the lips of your pussy. you gasp from the cool feel of it, not expecting his saliva to be so sticky and minty. clearly he had been chewing gum not too long ago.

your fingers are trembling and you're clutching the sheets below you; small, rushed breathes leaving you. the soothing fabric between your finger tips is hard to focus on since the vampire's, usually hot, breath is fanning against your bare flesh heavily. “ paul- ”

your mewl is hushed by him unhinging his jaw and slurping a big stripe up the middle of your slick. instantly, your eyes roll back and you're gasping out in pure shock.

“ paul-! ” the sound of your crying call catches his attention, making ocean blues flick up to look at you while his tongue slowly circles to guide back down; over the hood of your clit and below, between your silky folds. he doesn't stop, just watches you, almost expecting you to tell him to stop.

but you don't. your chest, rising and falling, is flushed - as well as your throat, all the way up to your ear tips. it's hard not to make any noise, especially because you can feel his saliva dripping into your clenching hole. the other boys are not that far away, you knew this and knew how sensitive their hearing is. that's why you were trying to stay quiet - not make a peep, a sliver of a call to his name. but, fucking hell, he's making that-

a nip to your clit has your back jumping off of the mattress. “ paul! ” your velvety voice rings out louder that time, moan nearly keening over the edge. between your legs, he's grinning, satisfied that he's-

anyways, how are y'all doing?

#the lost boys #paul the lost boys #the lost boys x reader

[albaedough]

Thinking of You

Happy Kinktober~

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x Fem!Reader Smut Stories

Continuation of @minty-stays-tired 's fic Been Thinking of You~

Word Count: 1.4k

Characters: Kazuha, Heizou, Scaramouche

Pairings: Kazuha x Heizou x Fem!Reader x Scaramouche

Warnings: ⚠️ MDNI 18+ ONLY ⚠️ Foursome, cheating(maybe), triple penetration, creampie, oral(giving and receiving), anal, sub/dom dynamics, teasing, multiple orgasms

Taglist: @stygianoir @silverwritesthings @genshinparty

Click below for more~

Heizou, Kazuha & Scaramouche

Feeling all three gazes on you staring at you longingly causes your face to become flushed as you allow Scaramouche to unbutton your blouse, "Y-yes…" you say breathlessly, your heart filling with fervor as the butterflies in your stomach flutter about. You assist Scaramouche's slow attempt at removing your blouse, tossing it haphazardly onto the floor, leaving you in your bra. 

Suddenly you feel hands trail down your back, causing you to shiver as the hands of Heizou unclasp your bra, letting it slide to the floor, "Incredible~," Heizou coos as the other two men stare at you with lust, licking their lips. Your erect nipples are begging to be teased as Scaramouche gets onto his knees, licking up your abdomen as you tremble. 

"S-scara…t-that tickles!" you cry out, entangling your fingers into his hair as a soft moan escapes your lips. Kazuha comes up from behind you, and with one swift movement, he pulls down your pants, revealing your mesh lace panties, and he chuckles.

"A perfect match just for us~?" He asks teasingly, grabbing your ass roughly in the process, but you are far too distracted by Scaramouche's quick work with his tongue to answer. Lusting for more, you pull Scaramouche's head up, kissing him passionately, parting your lips for his tongue. 

Heizou and Kazuha, feeling left out, look toward each other, both their cocks pressing up against their pants, begging for release. Feeling uncomfortable, they pull each other into a kiss, their hands lingering all over each other's body as they both find each other's hardened dick, and they both groan into the kiss, finally pulling away, "Come now, Scara…don't hog all of her," Heizou says, wiping his mouth from the accumulated saliva. 

You're the first to pull away; your face flushed a bright red, "S-share me…let me feel all of you," you say, panting, and Scaramouche grins wickedly, pushing you back onto the couch with force, spreading your legs wide.

"If that's what you wish, then so be it," Scaramouche growls, ushering toward Heizou and Kazuha.

Heizou promptly sits atop your abdomen, releasing his twitching cock from its prison, "Suck it, Doll," he coos, a mischievous glint sparkling in his jade eyes, and you oblige, taking his dick in your hand and giving gentle licks around its tip before wrapping your whole mouth around it. As you're sucking Heizou off, he groans, fingers pulling and twisting your nipples as you moan on his fat cock. 

Kazuha, seeing this, walks toward the armrest of the couch, "Me too, stroke my dick, Y/N," he says, voice low. His cock presses up against your free hand longingly, and you grab it gently, stroking painstakingly slow, up and down, and a heavenly moan escapes his lips, "Just like that, baby…."

Scaramouche smirks as he eyes the two men defiling you and pulling your panties away; his smile grows more prominent, seeing how wet you are for them. Getting back down onto his knees, his hands trail your thighs, grabbing hold of them roughly as you moan onto Heizou's cock from surprise. Taking a long slow lick across your slit Scaramouche pulls away, licking his lips, "Delicious~," he says as he continues to swirl his tongue around your clit. 

Letting out constant moans onto Heizou's dick, you can't take it anymore. You release yourself, a long strand of saliva hanging from your lip and the tip of his cock, "P-please…more. I want more.." you manage between pitiful moans from the constant teasing between Heizou's twisting and grazing and Scaramouche eagerly lapping up your juices, as you continue to stroke Kazuha's dick which now has his head thrown back from pleasure. 

"You heard her, boys," Heizou muses with a chuckle as he gets off of your abdomen, "Kazuha, dear, sit on the couch; let's let you have a turn~," he coos lovingly as you adjust yourself to make room for him.

As Kazuha sits on the couch, you immediately straddle him, guiding his long cock into your soaking cunt, "Mm—A-ah!" you groan from pleasure as your cunt wraps around his dick with ease as you start bouncing up and down, your breasts jiggling with each pleasurable spring, "O-oh! A-ahh~!" you continue to cry out, mixing your sounds with Kazuha's heavy pants.

Scaramouche positions himself behind you, spreading your asscheeks wide open, and he groans, "How lovely. I love the way you're riding his cock, my pet…" he murmurs as his cock twitches. Spitting on his finger, he starts circling your asshole before shoving it in forcefully, causing you to scream from overstimulation, "Easy now, baby," Scaramouche says, grinning at your reaction as he trusts his finger in and out of your ass, "You haven't felt anything yet…" he continues as he inserts another finger causing you to tilt your head back and cry out.

"More! More! Morrree~!" you scream out, and Kazuha trails his hand down your abdomen to play with your clit. 

"You're being much too noisy…let's fix that, shall we?" Kazuha says mischievously, nodding toward Heizou, who shoves his cock back into your mouth roughly, and your eyes roll to the back of your head, "Oh fuck yeah, baby…I love the faces you make," he says affectionately as he continues to mess with your clit making slow then fast circles. 

As your asshole adjusts to Scaramouche's fingers, he pulls them away, causing you to whine on Heizou's constant thrusts as your hips continue to bounce atop Kazuha's cock. Aligning his dick with your willing hole, he spits onto his hand, rubbing his cock with his saliva, and with one slow push, he thrusts into your ass, feeling Kazuha's dick thrust in and out of you as you cry out, "F-fuck. You're so tight."

Tears start welling at the corners of your eyes as your cries are muffled, "Crying already~?" Heziou coos, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, "Such a pity~."

Feeling yourself tip over the edge, you attempt to pull yourself away from Heizou's cock, but he slams your head down onto his dick roughly, holding your head there, and you groan. The vibrations of your moan cause him to tilt his head back as hot liquid coats your mouth tasting slightly salty. Heizou rips his cock away, his cum dribbling from your mouth as you swallow the rest, catching your breath, "Fuck, Dollface! That's so sexy…" he muses, slapping the side of your face with his cock, shoving his fingers down your mouth.

"I-I'm gonna cum…!" you manage to say with Heizou's fingers down your throat, slamming your sloppy cunt down onto Kazuha's dick, causing him to remove his fingers from your clit with a groan, digging his fingers into your hips as he assists in moving your hips up and down. With your free hands, you spread your asscheeks for Scaramouche, who continues thrusting his thick cock in and out of your ass, your walls beginning to clench around the two of them as you suck and lick Heizou's fingers.

Raising his hand, Scaramouche slaps your ass, causing it to jiggle, and you cry out, "Such a fucking slut you are, taking all three of us…," he growls, his thrust becoming more brutal, faster, and rough as you continue to cry out pathetically. Railing his cock into your ass, he hitches in a breath, trying so desperately not to cum, but the clenching of your asshole is too much, causing him to tremble as his hot seed explodes into your ass, "F-fuck!" Scaramouche groans, pulling his dick out of your ass, admiring the way his viscous cum drips out of the widened hole, "Such a pretty sight~," he coos, licking his lips and enjoying the sound of your cries and moans.

Becoming a bubbling babbling mess, Kazuha is in a state of euphoria, his head tilts back, "H-hng a-ah~," he groans out, now clutching onto your hips tightly as you continue to grind onto him, "Y-Y/N i-it's too much, I'm going to c-cum.." Kazuha murmurs, now bucking his own hips into you. With one final thrust he hits your sweet spot as his cock twitches, exploding inside of you. 

And feeling his cock twitch inside you, hitting your sweet spot, you near your finale. Ripping Heizou's fingers from your mouth you begin to scream in delight, "A-AH! I'm c-cumming~!" you shout out, your wet cunt gushing all over Kazuha's dick as your walls tighten. Abruptly pulling Kazuha's dick out, you collapse backwards into Scaramouche's arms as a mixture of your cum, Kazuha's, and Scaramouche's dribble out onto the couch.

"Tsk, tsk…such a mess we made," Scaramouche says, wrapping his arms around your trembling body as you ride out your high.

"You took us so well, Y/N!" Heizou beams at you, chuckling at your flushed panting expression.

"Let's clean you up, shall we?" Kazuha invites, "A nice warm bath will do~"

#genshin impact kinktober #genshin impact #genshin impact smut #genshin smut #genshin x you #genshin impact fandom #genshin impact x reader #genshin scenarios #genshin imagines #tw smut #gi heizou #heizou smut #heizou shikanoin x reader #heizou x you #genshin scaramouche #genshin impact scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #genshin impact kazuha #genshin kazuha #kazuha smut

[capricorn-the-goat]

Some more Wild angst (because this fan base loves it)

(Partially based on an idea I heard in @minty-mumbles story)

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Wild grimaced as he stepped foot inside the shop with the rest of the chain. He always hated these scent shops. He enjoyed the individual smells, but when combined it was far less appealing. That and bad experiences deterred him from these places. He knew this one was from a different Hyrule, but it still reminded him of the one from his own.

Twilight seemed to notice the champion’s shifting and nervousness, and silently hinted at the rest of the group to get moving. Wild appreciated this; being in these types of environments were still painful for him.

Zelda had taken Wild to one of these shops that she had found a couple months after they defeated the calamity. It was an old shop in hateno, one from even before the calamity. They specialized in medicinal and recreational scents and candles. She had wanted Wild to try using a specific one, one that supposedly helped with memory loss. He didn’t expect it to work. He still wasn’t sure if he could say it worked, because while it did bring back memories, it didn’t have the desired outcome.

First, the shop worker placed Wild in a small pool of water a few inches high, enough to cover his ears but not his face. The shop owner then put a mask over Wild’s eyes so he couldn’t see, and they lit the candles. It took a second, but soon Wild fell asleep.

The thing about the shrine of resurrection is that it only repairs and replaces parts of your body that were damaged or destroyed. For someone who got an arrow or stab to the heart and was brought in quickly, they might lose their recent memory. For someone who had been dead for several hours, they might lose some memories but they would be fine overall. For someone like Wild, who apparently suffered severe brain damage and severe injuries during the calamity and had been on the verge of death for hours, his complete memory loss wasn’t unexpected. Most of his memories were gone; they could never be replaced or brought back like his body could. So the only memories to be resurfaced by these candles would be ones after he recovered from his injuries.

Wild had always wondered if he was conscious during his recovery, but now he knew. The memories that resurfaced were ones of him kicking and screaming, clawing and tearing at the walls of the shrine until his fingers bled. He wondered if that had prolonged his stay in the shrine. He remembered crying, screaming, literally going insane from the solitude. He could feel his memories of his loved ones being ripped away one by one- first his friends, then the champions, then his family, and then Zelda. He kicked and screamed and cried because he felt alone. Eventually he stopped feeling, his mind finally broken, but he still cried and sobbed. He was alone. And then his memories were buried, and he didn’t remember anything when he exited the machine. A trauma response or a gift from the shrine? He had no idea.

As soon as Wild woke up he was kicking and screaming, shrieking and panicking. He had ripped off the eye mask, torn away the locks and bolts that were supposed to hold him down with sheer force of panic. Zelda had run over to him. He had heard the running as she went to calm him down. It sounded so much like that of an enemy. So, instinctively, Wild reacted like she was. He threw her over his shoulder, sending her flying into the wall, which broke from the force. Wild had drawn a sword from its sheath and was holding it dangerously close to her throat when he regained his senses.

“Link?”

He suddenly saw it was Zelda, and stumbled back, falling and as uttering away as his breath was sharp. He was having a panic attack. He looked around, and saw the villagers staring at him in shock. Luckily, Wild had been wearing the sheikah mask to hide his own identity, which thankfully worked. Wild didn’t know what to do. He was frozen in time, and movement seemed impossible. He couldn’t explain nor argue or defend himself. He was a random person who had just thrown the Princess through a wall.

Wild could only run. He didn’t even think or feel or process, he could only panic. His breathing was panicked, erratic, but he was able to keep running. He kept running into the night, crossed hyrule field, climbed the walls of the great plateau in the moonlight, and ran to the shrine of resurrection, where he sat and cried.

It took Zelda a few hours to find him. He later learned that she had placed a tracker in his Slate, hoping it would come in handy. Carefully, she set him against some pillows and bedding, and simply sat with him, holding him and hugging him as he tried (and failed) to forget all of it all over again. He had tried to apologize, but couldn’t get the words out. Somehow he knew that Zelda didn’t care or understood or something that made her forgive him when he didn’t deserve it.

“I’m sorry” was the only thing Zelda would say. She sounded guilty. It wasn’t her fault.

yet Wild hadn’t had the energy to try.

Twilight (in his wolf form) had found them a few hours later. Even after his journey, the hero of Twilight still assisted him. And he simply sat guard and watched the door. That simple gesture, that simple understanding and protection awarded Twilight lifelong trust that wouldn’t go away even if twilight himself stabbed Wid. And when Wild woke up, he didn’t immediately remember his torture.

So, needless to say, Wild didn’t like the scent shops.

#linked universe #Lu wild #lu flora #lu angst #Wild angst

[tavvattales]

Hey Rebby~

Can I request some fluffy stuff with Capitano and Childe(separate) ? Reader's been bottling up emotions because they hate looking weak compared to their Harbingers... and they catch reader letting out these bottled up emotions when they come home earlier than expected from a mission.

Crying has always given me headaches. Anger and frustration just make me feel numb and go silent. They both know what it looks like when the reader has just been bottling it up for too long.

GENSHIN IMPACT Character x GN!Reader headcanons

Characters: Capitano, Childe(separate)

Pairings: Capitano x GN!Reader, Childe x GN!Reader

Warnings: Reader breaks down from anger and anxiety, feeling hopeless. Reader puts themselves down. Angst to fluff.

Taglist: @stygianoir @kurobakachan @hikomisan @silverwritesthings @minty-stays-tired @genshinparty

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Il Capitano

You had been alone with your thoughts racing. Why weren't you good enough? Must you be weak? Pathetic. Useless. Hopeless. These thoughts kept running through your mind over and over again as you grew more angry at the world. You wanted to scream, but the only thing that came out were your silent sobs. Hiccupping you sniffle to yourself, curling yourself up in a ball on the floor as your tears soaked the ground below, leaving small puddles.

"Y/N, my sweet Dove...are you alright?"

You hear a gentle, familiar voice boom as it lingers with worry. Snapping your tear-soaked face up you realize your lover, Capitano, happens to come home now of all times. Quickly brushing your tears away you smile up at him, "I-I'm fine. Don't worry about it, please..." you manage to say with a shaky breath.

Dropping his things he rushes to your side, crouching down to gently cusp either side of your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs, "If you're fine then why are you crying?" he asks softly, his voice comforting you.

And as he spoke your tears begin to bubble over as you weep once more. Must you always look weak to them? "I-I just...can't stand being so pathetic," you say between broken sobs. At this point Capitano takes off his mask and pulls you close to his chest, stroking the top of your head as he peppers your forehead with soft kisses.

"You are far from pathetic, my love. You tamed this beast of a man, and now I can't picture my life without you, so please. Be more gentle to yourself and breathe. There you go, just like that. Look at how strong you are...I'm so proud of you, Y/N."

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Childe

Screaming into a pillow to get your racing thoughts to quiet down, you slump over, sobbing. Weak. Weak. Weak. You're weak. They have no use for you. Why are you even here? These intrusive thoughts kept racing through your mind over and over again as if nothing could quell them. Grasping your head in your hands you entangle your fingers in your hair when all of a sudden you hear a familiar voice call out to you.

"Babe? What's the matter? Did someone hurt you?!"

With a glossy gaze, you meet the voices soft blue eyes, filled with worry, "I-I'm...fine," you say monotonously, your words wavering as you fight back more tears, "Obviously, you're not if you're crying, Angel..." Childe says, concern lingering in his voice, "Shouldn't you be at work?" You ask harshly, changing the subject. He came to check on you because you're weak. You painfully clutch your head once more and Childe drops what he's holding to check on you.

"I-I'm sorry. I just...feel so weak and helpless compared to you all. Like why me? Why am I even here?" you explain bitterly, angry at yourself, tears streaming down your face as you desperately try to hold them back.

Childe sighs affectionately, pulling you close to him, kissing your temple while wiping your never ending stream of tears. He too, starts to cry, feeling your pain deep in his gut. And with a shaky voice he says,

"Angel...you are not in the slightest weak. You're here with me right now and that takes so much courage and strength. You know my past and you haven't run away and for that I'm forever grateful. I love you, Y/N; please don't cry..."

#rebby rambles #rebby replies #rebby writes #genshin impact #genshin impact fandom #genshin impact fanfic #genshin impact fluff #genshin imagines #genshin impact x gn reader #genshin scenarios #genshin impact fanfics #il capitano #capitano x reader #capitano fluff #genshin impact capitano #genshin capitano #childe x you #childe x gn reader #childe x reader #genshin childe #genshin impact childe #tartaglia #childe tartagalia

[rfaromance]

'She's staring.'

Saeran didn't need to look at the other end of the couch to know that his sister-in-law's attention was on him. He had long grown accustomed to the feeling of knowing when someone was watching him.

Whether that someone had been his mother, his false "Savior", or believers watching in fear and awe, he had needed to learn this skill as a means of survival.

This woman... was by far the least subtle of any of them.

Saeran didn't like being gawked at, under any circumstances. His fight or flight instinct always kicked in, no matter how much he tried to keep himself calm.

As calm as he could be these days, anyway.

More irritating, in his point of view, was the fact that she couldn't commit to staring. She'd glance over at him, then her gaze would shift back to her phone. A moment later he'd feel her eyes burning into his skin again, but they'd leave him before he could snap at her.

If she had something to say, couldn't she just say it? Did she hate his hair, which had fully grown into a mop of crimson, because now it wouldn't allow her to forget that he was Saeyoung's twin? Did she want to criticize the bags under his eyes because he hadn't slept properly since... well, since they'd forcibly knocked him out in the hospital? Did she tremble at the sight of his scabby, cracked knuckles, because no matter how raw and red he rubbed his hands he could never wash the blood off?

Just as he was about to call her out on her obnoxious, clumsy ogling, she spoke up.

"Saeran?" Ariella began cautiously. "May I... sit behind you, for a moment?"

He hated how she had the ability to constantly surprise him.

"... I guess."

No sooner had the words left his mouth than had Ariella bounced to his side of the couch. She hesitated briefly once she had landed beside him, but then finally she wiggled her torso behind him, holding her hands in close to her chest.

"Is this okay?"

"I guess."

He still couldn't figure out her motivations, but at least she had warned him instead of just plopping herself (partially) behind him without warning. He wouldn't want to be held responsible for how he might have reacted if she had surprised him.

A soft puff of air left her lips, like a gasp of "Ah." Saeran's ear twitched, but he said nothing. She spoke up again, actually squeezing her words out this time.

"Can I touch you? Ah, your back?"

Saeran could feel the heat radiating off her body in waves. Partially because his body was always cold, and she also tended to be cold; a sudden flustered burst of heat would stick out like black rose in a garden of baby's breath. "I guess."

He didn't want her to make a big deal out of anything, but he still couldn't figure out for the life of him why--

"What the fuck?"

His cry of pain slithered out through clenched teeth like a hiss, and he subconsciously shrank away from Ariella, trying to get out of her grasp.

She yelped and scooted away of her own according, much to his relief. "S-sorry!"

"What was that about? Did you just drive a damn rock into my back?" His minty eyes, usually glassy and apathetic, were now burning with the intensity of the hottest blue flames. He hated lashing out like this, but a caged animal caught in a trap will bare its teeth and claws to defend itself.

"I... I..." Saeran scowled as the pastel princess whimpered and stammered from the other end of the living room. "Your... posture..." She inhaled sharply. "You always... hunch over... I thought... your neck and shoulders... could use... a massage...." Her voice got higher and quieter, until she was practically squeaking at the end of her explanation.

"A massage?" Saeran echoed. His brow furrowed in his frustrated confusion. "What's a massage?"

"Ah... uh..." Ariella stretched her arms out in front of her. "You find... stiff, sore muscles... and pound or rub them... to loosen... them...." She began demonstrating feebly with her shaking hands, making chopping motions and then circling her thumbs rhythmically where he assumed his shoulders were supposed to be. "I'm... not very strong, so--"

"Strong enough," Saeran gruffed, feeling an embarrassed blush rise to his freckled cheeks at the thought of Ariella having enough strength to send him spinning like this.

"Um. Thank you," she murmured, chuckling softly. "Ehe." What an odd woman. "My family... deals with back problems. So I thought... I'd help loosen the knots... in your back."

Suddenly a familiar light began sparkling in her eyes, a telltale sign that she was getting excited about something. A sign that usually spelled trouble for Saeran, who had once thought that nobody on this planet could match his twin's penchant for new projects and bizarre adventures. (Saeran had since realized that he was horribly mistaken, and this glimmer was usually the precursor to another exhausting day.)

"I bet if we fixed your posture, you'd be super tall! How tall are you, anyway, Ranran?"

A cold shock raced through Saeran's body, chilling him to the bone. Murky memories in a thick, intimidating fog, one that he was told to never explore or else face his doom. A chart on a wall, with a brother who was once his reason for breathing--

And even now, the only reason he was forced to stay breathing in this god-forsaken world.

"Don't know. Don't care."

He could tell that his words stung Ariella, who'd turned her head downward and folded in on herself. "Aha. Fair enough. I was just curious... because sometimes you look taller than me, and sometimes you don't, so...."

Before Saeran could shut down her curiosity for good or escape to his room, a door flung open with a resounding slam that cut off both him and Ariella in their tracks.

"My dear brother! How tall are you?"

Saeyoung had made his grand entrance, and if he had overheard Ariella talking about height...

Then Saeran had no hope of escaping.

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"Aaaand step aside, please!"

Ariella leaped away from the door post, then spun on her heel to eagerly watch Saeyoung carve a pink notch into the wall. She handed him the tape measure and watched with bated breath as he stretched it out.

"171 centimeters," he announced, and Ariella puffed her chest out proudly.

"Yay!"

"No way," Saeran scoffed, leaning against a nearby wall. "Your hair is so big that it probably added a centimeter. Your idiot husband is just too smitten to tell you otherwise."

Ariella groaned and stomped her foot. "Saeyoung would never rig it for me! He knows I'd rather be honest than tall! Right, my catstronaut?"

"Saeran, come measure me! Then I'll do you!" Saeyoung clearly wanted to avoid the subject. Silently, he mouthed the addition: "Just like we used to."

Saeran let out a grumble of disapproval and turned away. His brother needed to stop living in the past. They weren't those same kids anymore, and they never would be.

And yet...

"If I smack you with the ruler, you asked for it."

Maybe he just wanted the satisfaction of finally being taller.

175 cm. 173 cm.

'He's still bigger,' Saeran thought with a huff, as he rubbed his shoulder after getting Ariella's instructions on how to stand up straight for proper measurement. 'Of course I wouldn't be so lucky.'

But at least he didn't need to stand on his toes anymore to reach his brother's heights.

#mystic messenger #mysmes #mysme #saeran choi #saeyoung choi #Se saeran #Luciel choi #707 #cmc #Ariella #HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE TWINS #I know this is late and short pls accept my humblest apologies 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

[just-mint-to-be]

Jacob seed and Vaas with a darling who literally loves to run up and jump on them 💕💕💕

CW: yandere

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Vaas

- He’s confused as hell at first, his body tensing and his gaze razor like from the shock of your sudden impact.

- ‘Y/n?’ He says, his touches recognising you before his line of sight does.

- It tickles something inside him to have you so jumpy and receptive toward his presence.

- Vaas wasn’t proud of the way he’d had to drug you, had to coax you desperately into loving him… but far out, was it worth it.

- His arms encircle you, holding you in place. ‘Gotcha…’ he smirks, electing to seize your sudden fondness and, quite literally, hold it against you.

Jacob

- Uses it as a chance to assert his strength and power over you once more.

- He practically catches you mid air, a gruff but amused smirk cloaking his features. Part of him is suspicious, wondering whether you’re trying to lower his guard.

- In the past, you’d been less than receptive to him, to say the least. So now, the sight of you clinging to him willingly?

- Welcomed, but perplexing.

- ‘Cute,’ Jacob huffs, ‘but I saw you a mile out…’ he holds you tight, nipping your ear, ‘so don’t think I won’t know if you’re trying something…’

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#minty’s writing #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #minty’s far cry #Yandere Jacob seed #Yandere vaas

[p0ssywhippedcream]

You’re sitting on Misa’s bed, her head in your left palm as you apply eyeliner to her squinted eyes. Scratch that. You’re sitting on Misa’s lap.

Her hands are on your waist and her pupils keep shooting down to your parted lips that fold under your teeth occasionally.

“Hold still, Mises, you’re moving too much.”

It’s true, she’s shaking like a leaf in your hands as you give her a promised makeover.

“‘M sorry, Y/n…I’m just nervous, I guess.”

You laugh and out comes your beautiful smile, it nearly knocks her over.

“Nervous about what? You look pretty in everything.”

She goes to shake her head but your firm hand holds her in place, you send her an amused look and use your hand to push her head up and down in a nod, making her cheeks redden further.

“Well… I dunno. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out clubbing…”

“By a while you mean, what? Three months?” Your sarcastic tone calms her a little.

“Well, yeah, but still! What if L changes his mind or Light gets mad at me again?”

“Well then,” You indulge her anxiety with a faux pout paired with a look of genuine care in your eye, “I’ll just have to beat them up. You look far too beautiful to stay indoors, coped up like a house cat.”

With that, you bop her on the nose and bottle up the eyeliner, dropping it on the bed and scanning for the mascara. As you’re looked away and focused on something else, it gives Misa a moment to truly admire you. Your smooth skin, soft hair, colored lips. You look angelic in her lap, especially in that black dress that matches hers.

She wants to kiss you.

Sitting back upright with the mascara, you tilt her head back slightly and command her to close her eyes more. Your forefinger carasses her jaw as you coat her lashes in the substance. She can feel your minty breath on her face, coasting over her nose and mouth. You’re close, too close for best friends, too far for lovers.

When she opens her eyes again to see your loving smile, she knows that you’ve never just been her friend. From day one, the day she met you, Light’s closest friend, her heart has been thumping an octave higher. From your first handshake to your first hug to your first shopping trip, she’s been so enamored with your beauty, she almost thought it was jealousy.

So when you kiss her on the cheek and leave a red stain, giggle and press your forehead against hers, the only thing she wants is to kiss you.

Kiss you so hard you can’t think, breathe or talk. Kiss you hard enough to wash away any form of platonic feelings and leave you in love. Kiss you as hard as she fell for you all those months ago.

She wants to, she’s going to, she leans closer and her lips chase yours just as they pull away.

“Wow, Misa. I didn’t know you were such a lightweight.” You laugh at her as she tries once again to drunkenly kiss you. You hand her a glass of water and rub her back with a completely platonic grin, “I can’t believe those shots already have you this wasted, that was just the beginning!”

As you chuckle to yourself humorlessly and pull away, you feel yourself begin to cry. Hot, wet tears well up in your eyes and there’s nothing you can do to stop them. Excusing yourself to the bathroom and weakly stuffing you fist into your mouth to muffle your pain, you hurt silently. If only she were sober, if only she meant it, if only she didn’t love light, if only she loved you.

In the next room, Misa wishes you were drunk enough that you’d kiss her back like you did that one time. And she wishes you would realize she was sober every time she’s tried to.

#oph.thoughts #death note #deathnote x reader #misa amane #misa x reader #misa x reader angst #misa x reader small fluff #misa amane x reader

[sailoryooons]

hi!!! for your writng event, i'd like to request a lil something for yoongi inspired by for Taylor Swift's Paper RIngs, especially the line "I like shiny things but I’d marry you with paper rings".

thank you!! <33

→ Pairing:  Yoongi x female reader

→ Summary:  Yoongi cheers you up in the kitchen after a bad day, reminding you of just how much you love him.   

→ Word Count: 1,027

→ Type: Drabble / Request

→ Genre: established relationship, fluff

→ Main Masterlist: here

→ Rating:  SWF

→ Warnings: Fluff. Some innocent kissing. Drinking wine.

→ Part of Hali’s Happy Agust writing event

→  A/N: NIXIE OF COURSE. I have to admit I was super unfamiliar with the song, but I really tried to incorporate some of it in here, specifically with the number of kisses meaning different things, the little imagery of reading the same books / jumping into the pool, and obviously the quote. I hope this brings you a lil fluff and warmth!

Disclaimer: All members of BTS are faces and name claims for this story. This is entirely a work of fiction and by no means is meant to be a projection, judgement or representation of real life people. Any scenarios or representations of the people and places mentioned in works are not representative of real life scenarios

By an unwritten rule, you are required to grumble when Yoongi hauls you up from the couch. You pout at him, trying to convey that the long work day has turned your bones to jelly and that there is no frame to hold your body up.

Seemingly, he gets it. Yoongi wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tight as he presses his chest against your back. His chin slots perfectly over your shoulder and he steals a shy kiss on the cheek. That makes you grin a little – perhaps the first one all day.

“You don’t have to do anything except stir,” your boyfriend promises. He begins to nudge you forward, dragging your movements in sync with his. “If you still want to wallow after, you are absolutely in your right to do so. But you asked for one hour of no sadness a day, and we’re doing it.”

You hum, frowning as he manages to drag your ass to the kitchen. You did ask him to hold you accountable for monitoring bad moods and not letting them consume your days and your life. So far, Yoongi had been really fucking good at it, too.

Perhaps it’s the years between you that have given him such amazing insight into who you are as a person. He knows to set you up in the kitchen by placing a glass of wine in your one hand while he slides a cooking spoon in the other: work and reward.

Yoongi knows that when you pout at him as he tosses the meat into a pan, you need just a little extra love. So he lets dinner sizzle as he leans over to you, hand abandoning his task to gently slip a curved finger under your jaw, tilting your mouth to his in a soft kiss that tastes a little bit like sweet red wine and just… Yoongi.

“I know it was a long day,” he murmurs. He presses another chaste kiss to your lips, making your head spin. He pulls away and thinks better of it, stealing a final kiss, nose brushing softly against yours. Your mind is heady with his plush mouth. “It’ll be all right.”

You remember the first time you kissed Yoongi. It had come as a surprise, an act of bravery when you had been crying over failing an exam. He had been sitting next to you on the bench overlooking the lake on campus, and before you knew what was happening, he had pressed his lips against yours.

Even two years later, it makes your head spin. You had been friends with him for years, chewing on a massive crush like a dog on a bone. Being afraid to ruin your friendship has long since been a fear of the past. The softness of his lips at the minty breath of the gum he always chewed had chased away that fear then, and it does now.

Yoongi goes back to cooking gesturing at the noodles that you have now abandoned in favor of staring at his side profile: soft nose, feline eyes, pouted lips and if you squint, freckles.

 “What are you thinking about?” he prompts as you stir the pasta. “You have that look on your face.”

“What look?”

He shrugs. “A cute one.”

“I was thinking about the first time you kissed me.” He goes red from his button nose to his ears. You feel the smile growing on your face, hiding the grin in your glass of wine as you take a sweet sip. It’s a little too sweet, but it’s Yoongi’s favorite. “It was just… so unexpected. I never knew you liked me.”

He snorts. “Everyone else did. I mean don’t get me wrong, I like reading, but I curated my bookshelf after the pile I saw next to your bed freshman year.”

“Really?” He’s never told you that. He shrugs shyly, focused on the sizzle of the pan and popping oil. “That’s cute. Remember that time you jumped into Seokjin’s pool in the middle of the night after that cold snap? Jin didn’t really dare me to follow you – I just did cause I wanted to relate to you.”

“Huh. Kind of dumb, huh?”

“Well I get to sleep next to you now so… perhaps not.”

He grins. You’ve forgotten about your bad day. Forgotten about the way Monday makes your step drag, makes you sag at the edges. Yoongi always has that effect on you, taking your attitude and turning it around with gentle hands.

“I was always worried you wouldn’t return the sentiment.” Yoongi turns the burner off. You do the same, steam wafting around your hand. In tandem, you move around the kitchen, trained in the art of living around one another. “I didn’t have much to offer.”

“Yoongi,” you chide, pouring pasta into the strainer. “I didn’t care about that shit then, and I wouldn’t now.”

“I know, but it’s nice to know that now I have the stability to buy you a ring when we get married.”

“Is that a promise of marriage?”

He steals the fourth kiss from you as he turns on the cold water, cooling the pasta a bit. “It always has been. From that first kiss, I wanted to marry you.”

“Well as it turns out, ring or not, I would marry you.”

“Yeah?”

“Of course, I would. I love you. I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings.”

And you’re absolutely serious. Since the moment you started dating, you’ve pictured a life with Yoongi. Pictured being the one he leans into when he just needs a moment to cry. To be the person for him when he needs a steady hand to give him courage. To be the one that he saved that secret smile of his for, the one where he tucks his face into his shoulder, smile full of gums and eyes squinted.

When you turn to the fridge to get sauce out, Yoongi smiles. Runs his hand over the box in his back pocket. Watches as you stand on your tiptoes to get what you want. “Good to know,” he murmurs. “And I love you too.”

#min yoongi #min yoongi fanfic #yoongi fanfic #yoongi x you #min yoongi x you #domestic yoongi #suga bts #bts fanfic #suga fanfic #suga x you #halishappyagust #haliiimedewrites #haliiimede requests #yoongi fluff #suga fluff

[ellies-cove]

Ok. SO. Pre-bed late night thoughts abt Ghost. The 09 version has the most tragic backstory and idk if it carried over to reboot Ghost, but his dad was abusive towards women and esp Ghost's mother. It's mentioned in the games or in the comics I think that Ghost struggles with thoughts of violence towards women and is afraid of hurting them. If you're in the mood for it, could I request your thoughts/headcanons of how that would manifest in a relationship between Ghost and fem!reader? And what factors would affect it? Like would he feel better or worse if the reader was physically strong/weak? Becasue I can imagine him feeling guilty that weak reader is so vulnerable and kind of at his mercy, but also he'd feel like an asshole bc if reader is strong his intrusive thoughts would tell him the reader can take it, which is bad and he knows its bad! Sorry if this is a bit too dark! - Minty 💚🩵

Oohhh something angsty....

Tw: Mentions of SA, Abuse, Crying, shaming, soaps death, weed, drugs, death.

09 Ghost with fem!S/O!

This is not for someone with a faint heart.

Weaker Reader:

He feels like he's taking advantage of you.

And he hates it.

He feels like your too naive and innocent.

When you give him kisses he wonders if you even love him.

Has probably dragged you into some addiction.

He's the kind of boyfriend to go "I love her" when he's sober and when he's not he's all "Who's Her?"

Reassures you he loves you.

Sent you a text before overdosing.

"Hey lovie. I want you to know that you'll always be with me no matter what. I didn't deserve you. I love you so much. If I die then move on, be happy and free. Just go and get away from me like I tried to get away from myself.❤"

Stronger reader:

He thinks you can take it.

You might've gone threw some stuff you you know what to do right?

Right?...

Completely depends on you.

When he's drunk he's all lovey but when he's angry while drunk he'll yell at you and maybe go as far as to hit you.

"SHUT UP! YOU KNOW NOTHING ABOUT SOAP!" He yelled, breaking a glass bottle on the ground.

Soaps death really impacted him.

Tried to drink the pain away.

Then he tried heroin.

And then cocaine.

And then he overdosed.

No message.

#Angst #simon riley #simon riley x reader #ghost #ghost x reader

[qierxing]

CONGRATS ON 500!! YOU DESERVE IT!! 💗💗

aaa may I rq for epel felmier

"You're mine, and if I have to remind you of that again, I will."

THANK YOU THAT MEANS A LOT TO ME 🥺

You blink. It's the words that process first. Harsh, possessive. And then finally the sting of manicured nails digging into your wrist. Pointed and hurtful.

Are you hearing correctly? Gentle Epel, who could never get angry? 

"Epel, you're not making any sense," you gently try to pry off his hand, but it tightens, making you wince. "I was just hugging my friend because it's been a long–"

"I don't care." The biting retort makes you flinch. The bitter tone Epel speaks with is foreign to your ears. He tugs you closer and pulls your head into his shoulder.

His stature has always been petite, and yet there's something in the way that your head is smushed into his blazer that makes you feel small in comparision to him. Minty cologne invades your nostrils, and you scrunch your face. You try to pull back your head to breath, to explain–

A sharp pain blooming in your neck makes you cry out. Did he just bite you?! You clasp a hand over the side of your neck, blood flowing over your fingers and staining them crimson red.

"Epel, what the actual–"

"I told ya, didn't I?" His face is cold and unmoving. If you didn't know any better, you would've thought him beautiful in this picture perfect portrait. "I will remind you who you belong to."

"You've gone mad." You mutter in a trance, staring at your fingers dripping with blood. "Utterly mad. I do not belong to you or anyone!"

"Don't make me prove that sentence wrong." Ice cold fear douses your senses. This was not the friend you've spent your lackadaisal childhood days with. The boy who laughed with you while bobbing for apples was not the one standing before you.

"C'mon." He roughly tugs you along, not heeding your blank face and dazed air. "If ya got the idea, let's go get dinner."

You jerk back to life at the casual sentence. He can't be serious?! Walk into the student cafeteria while boasting the most prominent hickey on your neck?! That was like asking for a public execution!

"Epel, please, wait–" You try to stall, frantically tugging at the pristine hand circled around your arm. "Let me at least go to the bathroom–!"

"You're not getting rid of my mark. Understand?" Your voice is caught in your throat. His blue eyes that reminded you of the sky you were so fond of, is now an icy, wintery blue that were not so far off from the blizzards that blew through home. 

He stops abruptly, making you crash into his back. When he turns around, your blood freezes at the way his face is devoid of all emotion.

As the silence continues as thoughts race through your head, Epel's eyes narrow, and you nod frantically when his grip tightens.

"Good. Let's go then." 

You pray no one will notice his arm wrapped around your waist like an actual lover would.

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #asks #anon #my works #5 slots still left for the celebration event :3

[mintibunny]

FFXIV Write '23, Day 5: Barbarous

An ambush in the woods is thwarted.

CW: Implied violence.

"Please, I haven't got anything a' yours, I swear. Please don't kill me."

He couldn't have been more than sixteen summers, the hyur boy in the leathers and black shoes. The knife he held in his right hand was quivering, shining in the evening moonlight. The black cloth mask he was wearing was slashed in half, and lying pathetically on his lap. He wasn't bleeding, not yet, but the reddish sign of a blade touching skin could be seen, now that his shirt was cut open. "I got no friends out 'ere, I promise, I swear. You're a nice lady, ain't you? You'll be nice to me?" A mixture of sweat from his raven-colored hair and tears from his brown eyes rolled down his cheeks.

Look at him, begging for his life, from a trained warrior. He should not have tried to put that knife to your throat. Novice move for a would-be bandit, if you ask me.

Evil like his should be treated like how the gardener regards a weed that chokes the rose bush. He is weak, Minti. You know what voidsent do to the weak.

Her katana was still in its sheath - there had been need for only one good swing of the blade. Minti Chocolate, samurai, had simply been walking towards Gridania's Lavender Beds, in the moonlight. The intention was to go home, but this boy thought it best to interrupt her. That was a mistake. And now he was at her mercy, scared half out of his wits, crying out to the open air. "I'll scream, and the Wailers will come fer me. Not a good, not a good look for you, miss?"

She put a hand to the blade's grip. This could all be ended now, and nobody would come calling for this boy.

But killing is not what Master Musosai would have wanted for her.

"From this moment forth, do you solemnly swear to be a changed lad? To never do a foolish thing like this again?" Minti pulled the blade out a bit more, letting it shine far greater than any hunting knife.

"Yes, miss! Whatever you want! I'll say my prayers, and eat my vegetables, and whatever the hells else you want."

Minti's blade came forth, then snapped back sharply into its sheath. "Then, by my blade, I cleanse the evil from your heart. Go home, and pray that I don't see you play bandit again."

If you didn't know better, and were passing by Quarrymill, you might have thought you'd seen a boy being chased by voidsent, from the way he was hollering about a mad-woman with a blade in the woods.

Minti hoped that scaring him was enough. Master would have been proud.

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy oc #ffxiv #minti wol #final fantasy viera #minti chocolate #samurai #ffxivwrites2023

[mysticstarlightduck]

Happy WBW! What does your world sound like? If I closed my eyes, what would I hear?

Happy Worldbuilding Wednesday! Thank you for the Ask @writernopal!

This is such a delightfully beautiful question! It's something very interesting to consider!

I would say it would vary a lot depending on where you were in the continent of Agrannor. I will try to show the full picture of what it would sound like in some specific important places of the story.

In the Kingdom of Kestrall - you would hear the winter wind whooshing through the mighty mountaintops around you, carrying delicate freckles of snow and ice that ring like delicate little bells against the glass windows of the stone buildings. You would hear distant flapping of wings, and maybe even the melodic shriek of a passing dragon far away in the sky above, and you'd hear your steps as you walk forward in the rough cobblestone streets. Somewhere you hear the rhythmic clanking and ringing of hammer against anvil echoing from a nearby forge, and you swear you can hear the sizzling as molten metal is dipped into freezing water to solidify. There are people talking faintly in the street, murmurs you can't quite make out but seem vivid, there are children laughing somewhere near the market, where vendors call out their wares, and you hear the distinct and determined sound of an armored soldier of the City Watch walking past you.

In the Forests of the Riven Pass - you'd hear the eerie whistling of dead leaves on petrified branches surrounding you, the strange nothingness of it all setting a frozen chill down your spine. In the distance, you hear strange, unnatural sounds - some sound like someone weeping, others like a deep bellowing roar, and others like the moans of the undead - which make your skin crawl. The mists around you fizzle against the dryness of the ground and the trees seem to creak on the wind. The shrill cry of a distant owl makes you jump and promptly open your eyes. You know you can't stay in this forest for long.

In a rebel tavern - There is the sound of lively conversation surrounding you rather loudly, different tones and accents mixing joyously as people gather around wooden oak tables or next to scattered fireplaces that crackle with warmth. You hear someone cheering on a table to your left and the sound of a drink being poured for someone next to you. A vibrant song begins as a bard climbs atop a nearby chair, their proud lyrics speaking of freedom and falling empires. You hear a group gathered around a drinking game, and boisterous laughter as the rounds continue. Someone sits down on the chair across from you and you hear the clinking of coins as they pay for their meal. You hear cups and plates being set on the tables. The music grows a bit, and you hear the distinct notes from the lute. You hear makeshift armor clinking against the wood as people move around.

In the Hall of Lore, inside the Liranthian Academies - You hear your footsteps on the pressed wood floor, stopping by a table overflowing with books. There is a pleasing sense of quiet that seems to permeate every inch around you as you breathe in the minty morning air, flowing into the tall room through the many open windows. As you pick up a book from a nearby shelf and begin to flip through it, you can distinctly hear every sound the pages make as the coarse paper moves from one side to another. Somewhere near you, you hear the telltale scratching of someone scribbling notes with a feathered quill and ink. A morning bird flutes by one of the open windows before flying back down onto the trees below the tower. As you walk to the center of the room, where the scholar's tables are gathered, you hear the sizzling of new potions that bubble within their crystal containers with a hiss and the insistent sound of someone anxiously tapping their foot on the floor as they focus on their confusing studies.

In the aftermath of the Fall of Eldon - You hear flames crackling brutally around you, burning down remains of what used to be beautiful buildings. Ash flows in the cold wind with a huff, and the distinct smell of blood hits your nose as you step on a fallen blade. Horses whiny in the distance, along with their riders bellowing out orders to the victorious army. You swiftly step to the side as a riderless horse races past you and into the burnt woods ahead. The distinct and chilling sound of metal against bone echoes behind you as a soldier decapitates a prisoner. You head to the woods and leave the remains of the battlefield behind.

In the royal court of the Morosyn Empire during a banquet - There is stern instrumental music being played faintly in the background to the rhythm of the royal hymns but slower, and you hear a servant walk past you carrying a tray of desserts to the royal table. Somewhere next to you, you hear hushed whispers of nobles trading secrets in their seats, tense, as if the Emperor could hear whatever it is they're talking about, despite the man's attention being drawn to the person next to him, an advisor discussing battle plans. In one of the seats, a clueless duke asks a question to his courtesan - about a gossip going on in court - and they answer him. The sounds of a normal banquet continued normally around you until you suddenly hear the crowd go utterly silent as the Emperor stands up to make an announcement.

In the seaside marketplace of Vellamere - You hear the ocean gently lapping against the small colorful stone walls that separate the city from the beach, and all around you hear different vendors calling out the prices of their wares, as new shipments arrive swiftly from the harbor below, where a ship has been moored to the pier. A woman with a heavy accent describes the quality of her silken headpieces, while a man with a shrill voice talks about the fine pearl necklaces that have just arrived in stock from the Storm Archipelago. Nearby, a food salesman fries huge chunks of large Kraken tentacles in sticks, in an almost overflowing pot, and children run by you with laughter as they see the snacks being prepared. You hear two ladies talking to each other with sweet voices, their newly fashioned dresses flowing gently in the ocean breeze. You hear wooden crates being unloaded from lavish ships, and sailors calling out to one another as they maneuver the shipment. Beneath the bridges up ahead and the ships just around the pier beside you, you hear a splash as a giant grouper-like fish pokes its vast head out of the water, before submerging down the murky blue sea.

[thatfanfictionchick]

This is intended to be...archival, for myself, mostly. But if you find it interesting you should definitely check out Ikemen Villains!

Ikevil Event - Wrapped in Wicked Romance pt.2

Harrison's Route Ch. 2

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Kate: “Accomplice…?”

Harrison: “What, don’t feel like you’re up to it…?”

-time skip-

Kate: “H-hey, that tickles!”

Harrison: “Sit still or else I can’t get this necklace on you.”

Harrison: “I’m helping you since you couldn’t put it on yourself, remember?”

(I wasn’t expecting him to make me change clothes all of a sudden…)

I wore a chic black dress, an expensive necklace, and high heels–a far cry from my usual self.

As for the person who made me change, he now walked slightly ahead of me.

Kate: “Um, where are we heading?”

Harrison: “The dangerous place Al told you about. The casino.”

Harrison: “I’m pretending to be a naive, well-to-do noble there.”

Harrison: “And your role is to play my devoted, adoring girlfriend.”

Kate: “...So that’s why we’re dressed to the nines.”

Harrison: “I would’ve thrown something together anyway if you hadn’t shown up.”

Harrison: “Anyway, there’s something I want you to do in there.”

Kate: “And what’s that?”

Alfons had said that Harrison’s curse was the Lying Fox, and that I should be wary of him.

Honestly, I didn’t know much about Harrison yet.

I had no idea why he was going to the casino, either. I’d asked, but he’d insisted it wasn’t for a Crown mission.

However…

Kate: “Earlier you said I was going to be your accomplice.”

Kate: “So does that mean you’re going to make me do something bad?”

Harrison: “Pretty much.”

Kate: “But what if I decide that I can’t be your accomplice?”

He paused for a moment.

He turned toward me and smiled faintly.

Those eyes that could detect any lie seemed like they were piercing right through to the depths of my heart.

Harrison: “Well, that casino’s right there. And beyond the door is a place full of lies.”

Harrison: “You have to choose very carefully what’s a good lie, what’s a bad lie, who is evil, and who is just.”

Harrison: “You said you wanted to see it for yourself to make your own decisions, right?”

Kate: “...Yes.”

Harrison: “Good answer. All right. What I want you to do is…”

-they enter-

Kate: “Whoa!”

As soon as I opened the door, I saw a sight so dazzling it didn’t even seem real.

Luxurious decor, the scent of wine, stacks of bills and coins on the game tables.

(I had no idea a place like this even existed. Just looking at it makes me feel kind of dizzy.)

Harrison: “Hey. Pull yourself together or people will get suspicious. You’re supposed to be my girlfriend, remember?”

Kate: “Yes!”

Flashy Woman: “Look over there! Isn’t that Lord Oscar? He’s been winning an awful lot lately.”

Flashy Man: “Yes, that’s him. I heard he’s the heir of a very rich noble family. Must be nice to be rich AND lucky.”

(Hm, so Harrison calls himself Oscar here.)

I made eye contact with him and he placed a finger to his lips and smiled.

(I’ve been thinking this for a while, but I bet Harrison is super popular with the ladies… He’s attractive and has that air of casual charm.)

It seemed like all eyes were on him as he walked through the room.

Harrison: “You’re being too awkward, you’re acting too suspicious, and you’re bad at lying.”

Kate: “W-well, I didn’t think we were going to get so much attention!”

Harrison: “...Fine, then. Come over here and just sit still and act like my girlfriend.”

He wrapped an arm around my waist, and his light, minty fragrance drifted through the air.

I stood up straighter, trying to pull off my role a little better.

Man with Mustache: “Y-you’re cheating!”

A man nearby shouted.

(What’s going on?)

Man with Mustache: “There’s no way the same card would keep coming up! It’s impossible!”

Man with Mustache: “...Please let me play one more round!”

Man with Mustache: “My daughter has a high fever and she’ll die unless I can afford her medication…”

Dealer: “You’re the one who decided to bet such a small amount. Please leave.”

Man with Mustache: “B-but…!”

Dealer: “Take this man out of here.”

Two men in black suits grabbed the man by both arms and dragged him away from the table.

The moment they passed by us, Harrison spoke up.

Harrison: “...Hey.”

Man with Mustache: “...Huh?”

Harrison: “They played you. You can’t protect anything with pure intentions alone, you know.”

Man with Mustache: “...Ugh!”

The man’s face filled with despair and sadness as they dragged him away.

(Why did he say that?)

Kate: “Harr–Oscar. You didn’t have to kick the man while he was down.”

He didn’t look toward me at my words, his focus remaining up ahead.

(Huh?)

Harrison watched the man being dragged outside.

And I saw anger and then sadness on his face.

(...Why does he look like that?)

Dealer: “Lord Oscar! Welcome. What are you planning on playing tonight?”

Harrison: “Ah, could I get a bottle of your finest wine first?”

Harrison smiled calmly at the dealer.

There was no longer a trace of his carefree demeanor from earlier.

Harrison: “I wanted to take that as a gift and play against the owner of this casino, since he’s rumored to be the most competitive player in England.”

Owner: “I’m happy to hear you’d like to play with me.”

A man wearing a nice, tailored suit strolled out from the back room.

(This must be the casino owner.)

Owner: “Sounds like a good time. I’ve got the wine and a special partner to play against!”

Owner: “How about a game of roulette, Lord Oscar? I believe you’ve never played that before.”

Harrison: “Sounds good to me.”

They showed us to our seats, and the owner sat in the dealer’s seat.

Kate: “So this is roulette?”

Harrison: “Oh, I’m sorry. This is my girlfriend. She’s been pestering me to come to the casino for quite some time now.”

Owner: “Oh, I see! Haha! Well, we can’t have you losing in front of your lovely girlfriend, now can we?”

Harrison: “The dealer spins the roulette wheel and throws the ball onto it.”

Harrison: “We predict where the number will fall, and place our chips on the betting slots.”

Kate: “If the ball hits our number, we win. If it doesn’t, the chips go to the dealer.”

Harrison: “Exactly. I’d expect nothing less from you, my dear.”

Harrison: “Shall we begin, then?”

The game started off surprisingly calm. A small amount of chips moved back and forth.

It was almost like an appetizer for our wine.

Harrison: “Hmm, don’t you think this is a bit boring? Let’s raise the stakes.”

Harrison arranged the highest value chips in order.

(That’s a lot of money. If he loses…)

A small wave of anxiety washed over me.

Harrison: “Six again? The probability of the ball hitting number six consecutively is extremely low, don’t you think?”

Owner: “That’s what they say.”

Harrison: “Then the next number should be anything but six. So I’ll bet on a different number.”

However, the ball landed on…

Harrison: “Six again?”

Owner: “Oh! Well you know, things like this happen sometimes.”

Harrison: “Surely, it wouldn’t happen four times in a row. I’ll bet on everything but six again.”

Harrison tapped twice on the table.

-flashback-

Harrison: “This is what I want you to do.”

Harrison: “When I tap on the table twice, I want you to bet all your chips on the number that appeared consecutively.”

Harrison: “In other words, bet everything. That’s all you have to do.”

Harrison: “And until then, just pretend to be my girlfriend.”

-end flashback-

(I’m still not exactly sure what his intentions are.)

(And maybe this is some kind of trap, for me or otherwise…)

(However…)

(I can’t stop thinking about the anger and sadness I saw in his eyes before.)

(He told me I had to decide what was a good lie, a bad lie, who was evil, and who was just.)

(So in that case…)

Owner: “Last call.”

I grabbed all of my chips and–

Kate: “I’ll bet it all on number six!”

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