#no one else grrrrrr | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

charliemwrites · 4 months

Text

Woof woof grrrrrr

Content: Dub-Con, Dirty Talk, Oral Sex (reader giving)

The bar is exactly as busy as you’re hoping for when you get there. Quiet and intimate, low lights, a hum of conversation but not overwhelmingly loud. The bar is mostly full but not crowded. As luck would have it, you instantly spot a couple empty stools towards the back.

You glide across the establishment, head held high and shoulders back. Pick a seat and smooth your skirt under you to perch. The bartender comes to you instantly; you pick something sweet and fruity (delighted that it’ll match your outfit.)

It takes up until they slide it across to you — a tab opened with your card — that the insecurity starts to set in. What if no one is interested? What if Soap doesn’t show up?

You sip at your drink and pull out your phone, reading your latest book. If nothing else… at least you’re getting out? God.

“This isn’t your usual scene.”

Oh. Oh this is worse than being ignored all night and going home alone. So much worse. Just barely manage not to curse aloud as you turn to your ex.

“Justin…” you start, realize you don’t know where to go from there. “Hi.”

“It’s been a minute, huh?”

You look him up and down. Designer everything, of course, brands printed all over him. No taste, though, none of it is cohesive. You wouldn’t be caught dead at his side ever again.

“How’s your arm?”

His expression flickers, hand unconsciously going to the spot where Johnny tried to tear it off.

“Fine. Thanks.” He gives you a long look. Unfriendly. “You know people have had dogs put down for less.”

You run your tongue over your teeth, fear and anger twisting up in your stomach like hot lava. How dare he threaten your boy like that?! Wish Johnny was here now to take another chunk out of him.

“Not when people trespass on private property,” you reply coldly, eyes narrowing.

He puts his hands up, laughing awkwardly. “Well, now. I wouldn’t call it — let’s just say we’re even, yeah?”

“For that at least.”

You take another big sip of your drink. Find it empty. Make hopeful eye contact with the bartender and nod for another when they gesture questioningly. There’s a reason you love this bar.

“Right… listen, about that, luv…”

“There you are, bonnie!”

You perk up despite yourself. Says something that the creep who sexually harasses you in public is better company than your ex-fiancé. Something zings through you when you realize Soap is bigger than your Justin (hopefully in every aspect). Taller, wider, more muscular. Better jawline and prettier eyes, too.

“Tucked up back here like this,” Soap mock scolds, shouldering past Justin. You let out a little squeak as he scoops you off your barstool, hand just under your ass for a hold. “Almost didn’t see you, hen.”

“H-Hi,” you say, arms going around his neck automatically. He presses his nose to your collarbone and audibly inhales. You shiver.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” he continues, voice dropping lower.

He sets you down on your stool again with a wink, then takes the stool next to yours.

“Oi, do you mind?” Justin snaps, bumped out of the way by Soap’s bulk.

“I do, actually.” The look Soap levels him is sharp, cold. Bloody killer. Instantly reminds you of all the alarm bells that normally play in your head when he’s around. “Don’t like puffed up knobs like you around my girl.”

You bite your tongue on a protest that you’re not his girl. Wouldn’t be particularly helpful right about now. You’ll correct him later.

“Your girl,” Justin scoffs. “She was mine before she was ever — hey!”

Soap’s got his fist in the front of Justin’s shirt, jerking him nearly off his feet. A few heads turn. You feel hot with embarrassment, skin prickling at so many eyes on your little trio of stupidity.

“Woah!” You yelp. “Soap!”

You grab his forearm (remind yourself not to get distracted by the muscles cording it) and lean into his line of sight. The near-murderous glint in his blue eyes softens, though there’s still an unnatural sheen to them. Something that makes the hair on the back of your head stand on end.

“Soap, let him go,” you say, quiet. “I like this bar, don’t get us kicked out… please?”

He hums, instantly drops Justin to cup his hand around the back of your neck, fingers edging into your hair. His palm feels so big and harm, a little rough with callouses. You try not to think about how easy it would be for him to manipulate your head however he wants…

“Like when you say ‘please,’ hen,” Soap purrs.

You swallow, feel your cheeks flushing as you say, “Then… you should sit down and have a drink with me. Please?”

He grins, crooked and a little mean. “Anythin’ fer you.”

He drops into his stool again like a king on his throne. You perch gingerly on your own, waving Justin away like an annoying fly. Don’t even look as he slinks off, too busy staring at Soap. Who’s… busy staring at you. As always.

“You never called,” he drawls after ordering. Whiskey, neat. The bartender sets your new drink in front of you; you start sipping to gather your thoughts and nerve. “Lucky I happened to stop in here, eh? Imagine if I’d walked past…”

You grimace a bit. A fantastic bit of luck, that. Thought you’re still not sure what type of luck.

Definitely not going to admit to him that you didn’t call on purpose, wanting plausible deniability if you did see him. As if trying to get him under your skirt by happenstance is better than calling him to do it.

“Why did you stop in here?” You ask, looking to change the subject.

“Could smell you,” he answers, eyes twinkling.

You wrinkle your nose, kick at his shin. Want to blame it on the alcohol, but you drink red wine most nights of the week. This is just… placebo and desperation.

“You’re so nasty, you know that?” You huff.

He arches his eyebrows, grins wolfishly. “Could show you how nasty I can be,” he offers.

You wrinkle your nose even as your cheeks burn. That’s exactly what you’re hoping for.

“You can’t keep talking to me like that,” you complain.

He snorts in amusement, hooking his fingers beneath your stool and tugging you closer. Until your knees are between both of his, jeans brushing against your thighs.

“Here’s the thing, darlin’,” he murmurs, low and private. “I think you like when I talk to you like that.”

You swallow audibly, hands dropping down to twist nervously in your lap.

“I think it makes your pretty pussy all wet and swollen when I get all mean like this,” he continues. You shake your head; his palm clamps down on your thigh beneath your skirt, thumb sweeping back and forth over the sensitive skin. “Think she’s fuckin’ aching fer me to make good on all my promises. And you can get all shy and sweet here, but I bet all your cunt wants is to be mounted and bred like a bitch in heat.”

And he’s right. Of course he’s fucking right. That goddamn bad guy fantasy and your shallow, needy pussy, and Soap’s stupid fucking everything.

You feel like you’re about to explode when the bartender sets his whiskey down, snapping the tension like a rubber band. Feel dizzy as you lean away, sipping desperately at your own drink in an attempt to cool off. He gives you all over maybe fifteen second before opening that sinful mouth again.

“So how about it, bonnie? Did I hit the mark?”

You feel frustrated tears pricking at your eyes. Blink and look away at your nervous hands.

“I-I don’t even know you,” you mutter. “You could be dangerous.”

“I am dangerous, baby,” he replies, “just not to you.”

You shake your head. “You’re awful.”

“Mm and you want me to do awful things to you.”

You sigh through your nose, that little logical voice blaring again. He’s going to hurt you. He’s going to use you.

(Would that be so bad, if you go in knowing it?)

A tug at your necklace startles you out of your thoughts, his finger hooked beneath the pendant. You lean in with a noise of protest, afraid he’s going to break it. Gasp as your lips brush his.

“Whatever’s goin’ on in that pretty head, let me fuck it out of you.”

You shudder, hand balanced on his thick, muscular thigh. Can feel a twitch near your thumb. Holy shit.

“I’ll be so good to you, princess,” he promises. “Let me be good to you.”

You suck in a breath. Now or never.

Well, if nothing else, maybe you’ll let Johnny eat him if he’s turns out to be a bastard.

“Prove it,” you breathe.

He guides your chin up, eyes blazing with hunger.

“Yeah?” He asks.

You blink, muster up your courage. “You heard me. Or are you back out?”

His expression goes deliciously dark. “Oh, I’ll prove it, lass. You just sit right here and I’ll get us sorted.”

His fingers slip just that last little bit up and start teasing at the lace of your panties. You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to sip at your cocktail while he flags down the bartender. His nails scrape lightly across the fabric over your clit as gets your card and throws down enough cash to cover all three drinks.

When he pulls his hand away, you have to bite back a whimper.

“If you don’t get up right now, I’m haulin’ you out of here over my shoulder,” he growls in your ear.

You’re up in an instant, smoothing down your skirt. His hand stays glued to your lower back as he ushers you out to the lot. Sits you down in the passenger seat of a black pickup, barely waits for you to buckle yourself in before peeling out of the lot.

You’re about to tell him your address when you hear the clink of a belt, a zipper. Eyes wide as they drop to his pants, to him fishing a huge, hard cock out of jeans.

“C’mere,” he near snarls.

“Soap, that’s not— mph!”

The head of his cock catches on your teeth, but that only seems to spur him on, hips twitching.

“Gonna ruin that pretty makeup, your pretty hair. Gettin’ all dolled up like that for any fucking wanker to see.”

He twists his fingers in your hair and presses you down, your cheek rubbing against the shaft. He feels huge and unnaturally hot. You press your thighs together as you imagine how it’s going to feel inside of you.

“This isn’t safe,” you complain, mouth open as you gasp against the flushed skin.

He curses, tugs you up so that your lips press against the head, already dripping. Your eyes widen in the darkness, shocked and flattered that you’ve already worked him up this much.

“Not gonnae let anything happen,” he promises, “but you need to convince me not to spank this pretty ass black and blue.”

You squeal as he releases you hair just to deliver a harsh smack to one ass cheek, the sting making you clench up.

“H-hey!”

“You want me to slap that pretty pussy too? Bet I could make you cum just tapping that little clit over and over again. That what you want, slag?”

“N-no!”

“Then show me.”

You seal your mouth around the head, sucking and licking at the precum beading at the tip. Try to brace yourself, nearly gag as he hits a pothole and shoves into your throat. It’s noisy and messy, eyes watering from how thick and deep he is already, not letting you up for more than brief gasps of air.

“Fuck, that’s it baby. Work your tongue just like that…” he groans.

You lose track of everything but trying not to gag, his threat lingering with each obscene slurp and twist of your tongue. He tastes better than you expected, and the scent of him surrounds you. Musk and pine, something familiar that niggles at your cock-drunk brain. Can’t be bothered to work it out though, not when he’s tugging your hair. Not when he comes to an abrupt stop and you deepthroat him.

He yanks you off with a near-animal growl. You whine, scrambling to brace yourself and panting. Your head feels foggy. Know your panties are soaked through; shocked you’re not dripping down your leg. If you were sitting properly, you’d probably leave a wet mark on the seat.

You moan as his mouth crashes into yours, tongue sweeping inside like he owns it. He licks the taste of himself off your tongue, hands fumbling your seatbelt off, dragging you over the center console to straddle his lap.

You gasp at the sight of his rock hard, angry cock next to your pretty dress, pressed up against your stomach. Show just how deep he’ll be inside your guts.

“Fuck, look’it that,” he groans rutting against your stomach. “Oh you were made to be mine.”

You scream as he scoops you up, stepping out of the truck with you over his shoulder.

“Soap!” You shout. “Soap, put me down, my dog—”

“I’m your fuckin’ dog,” he replies.

“No, seriously, he’s protective—”

He grabs the spare out of its hiding place and shoves the door open. You brace for angry barking and growls, but hear nothing. Soap doesn’t even pause. He just kicks the door shut and storms down the hall to your room, like he knows exactly where he’s going.

He drops you onto the bed, watches your breasts bounce as you settle on the mattress. He strips off int he blink of any eyes while you’re still catching your breath.

“W-wait, wait, my—”

He flips you onto your stomach, hikes your ass up high in the air. You squirm, try to crawl away, but he slaps your ass so hard you see stars. He places his palm flat between your shoulder blades to bin you still.

“S-Soap,” you whine as he shoves your skirt up over your ass, palms a cheek. Spreads you open just to let the flesh jiggle back into place.

“Fuck,” he growls. It sounds off. Sounds deeper, rougher now.

“Just-just slow down…!”

He yanks your panties aside, plunges two thick fingers into you. You squeal, legs kicking uselessly against the mattress.

“Oh, you’re plenty ready,” he says, dark, almost to himself. “All ready to be mated and bred. All mine.”

That finally starts to break the lust-drunk haze. Open your mouth to tell him absolutely not, it’s been way to long and your need to be stretched—

He forces his entire cock into you with one brutal thrust. You scream, cry, try to flatten yourself against the bed but he won’t even let you do that, muttering about “presenting” properly. It hurts but it feels good, know that’s it’s just too much.

“Soap,” you sob, “y-you can’t— you have to… I’m-I’m gonna break.”

“Shhhh, no you’re not,” he soothes, grinding a bit deeper. Your eyes roll back, keening through your teeth. “You were made for me. You’re all for me.”

You shake your head, but he just chuckles.

“Yes, baby, yes. You let me in, you kept me. Now we belong to each other.”

“Soap, w-what are you talking about…?” you manage, fists tight in the sheets. He draws back once and slams into you, hard, mean.

Leans down so he’s rumbling directly in your ear.“‘S Johnny, hen.”

You blink, confused and overwhelmed. “W-what… n-no. No, Johnny is my….”

“Woof.”

#cod #my writing #fanfiction #reader fic #dark fic #woof woof johnny #woof woof au

3K notes · View notes

xiao-come-home · 9 months

Text

❝Uncurable disease... or so they say.❞

┏━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┓

✰ Characters: Neuvillette.

✰ Words: 1k.

✰ SFW ; gn!reader, no mentions of pronouns, but neuvillette uses female pet name towards the reader, I think.

Warnings: slight hurt, but then a lot of comfort. neuvi doesnt know how confessing works and does it his own way.

A/N: NEUVILLETTE BRAINROT NEUVILLETTE BRAINROTKORFKKTGOID GRRRRRR it was supposed to short but oh well 1k words hehe shy emoji

┗━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━┛

“You make me ill.”

Neuvillette’s words pierce through your heart like daggers. His orchid eyes stare you down and indicate absolutely nothing; his sudden confession left you in a circle between shock and confusion.

The words spread throughout your body like poison, but in reality you’re only staring back at him. The hurt starts to become visible on your face, but your mouth seems to be unable to let out a noise; yet, the voice in your head yells and begs to know the answer as to why.

You clutch the rainbow rose he brought you close to your chest, being the first to take your eyes off him. You look at the ground, feeling the familiar clump in your throat that starts to form.

Neuvillette has been feeling sick as of late. Or at least, that’s what he thought - well, what else could explain that he feels his temperature rise, his heart beating so fast it could escape his chest, making even his voice tremble? “No, this cannot be-“ Neuvillette thought frantically, massaging his temples, “It’s time for a professional to evaluate.”

Though, as expected - the doctor was of no help. She giggled to herself, “I apologize, monsieur Neuvillette, I’m afraid I can’t help in this case. I can assure you however, you’re perfectly healthy.” The chief of justice felt the uncomfortable feeling of embarrassment, but thanked the doctor and left the room.

After yet another trial where Neuvillette seemed to be somewhere else with his thoughts, Furina confronted him with a tinge of annoyance in her voice. The white haired man could only mutter a thing, that he does not feel well; at the sound of his pathetic excuse, Furina stood up from her seat furiously, throwing her hands in the air, “You aren’t sick, fool! You’re in love!”The hydro archon’s cheeks flushed a slight pink at her own statement, but she was no match for her subordinate; she pushed the sudden bashfulness away, “n-now, do something about it immediately! I will not tolerate it in the courtroom any longer!” Furina crossed her arms and sat down again, furrowing her brows and watching the empty seats below her.

Seeing you divert your eyes away, Neuvillette’s expression softened significantly, his line of sight mimicking yours and shifting to a nearby bench.

“Why?”

Neuvillette blinks quickly, his eyelashes batting at you in surprise, “Come again? What do you mean?”

“Why do you hate me?”

He could feel the boiling hot feeling spreading through his body, although not a pleasant one. His eyes widened at you and his lips parted ever so slightly - but Neuvillette could only hear his heart beating so fast, beating to the rhythm of worry and uncertainty.

Before he could react properly, he saw a small tear dripping down your cheek, onto the cold pavement.

But his body moved without thinking.

He cups your cheeks gently with his gloved hands and moves your head up, just enough so you could look at him. His thumbs wipe your tears off your face, sighing deeply and finally speaking the real deal.

“You… make my heart race. It beats ungodly fast whenever I lay my eyes on you. You’ve been occupying my thoughts for many months, and even if I try to think about anything else - I cannot bring myself to do it, because it all comes back to you. I can’t… stop thinking about you, I can’t stop myself from admiring your ravishing beauty, I want you-“

“Wait!” You yell just enough to make him stop, both of you avoiding each other’s gazes and blushing bright red, but his hands stayed firmly on your face, no longer drying off tears, but caressing the apples of your cheeks he gently, “if that’s how you feel, then why…? Why did you say it like that?” For what it feels like first time in forever, you look into his gorgeous eyes that resemble the finest amethyst.

“I… I apologize, I didn’t want you to misunderstand me,” Neuvillette gasps slightly when he feels your delicate palms on his own hands, “but I truly mean it - I…”

Your breath hitches in your throat; the butterflies in your stomach don’t seem to help, but the anticipation has you almost shaking.

“I love you.”

Neuvillette can’t describe the weight that’s been lifted off his shoulders; but the sinking sensation in his stomach of not knowing what will happen next is making him nervous more than anything. When more tears meet his hands yet again, he fears for the worst.

“It’s alright, please do not shed any more tears because of me. I’m happy enough to have said it,” except, he doesn’t. He feels his heart break in half, getting filled by nothing but a void of emptiness.

The clouds become gloomy - looks like it’s going to rain later.

Just as his hands slide down and he begins to turn away, you reach out for his arm and grab it, causing him to spare you one, last look.

“Wait! I’m sorry, don’t go… I love you too, silly.” You manage to murmur the last few words loud enough that he could hear.

Neuvillette can’t believe it’s actually happening. He appears stunned for a minute, watching you in disbelief, but then a genuine smile graces his lips; his hands play with your fingers and silently ask to be intertwined with yours. When your interlaced hands give him a small squeeze, he gives you the softest, most lovesick look with his eyes that no one could ever imagine.

He places a quick kiss on your forehead and leans against it. Neuvillette’s eyes close for a moment, absorbing the fleeting moment.

It doesn’t take long before the chief of justice pushes your chin up with his fingers, his thumb brushing your lower lip, awaiting for your answer, “Can I, ma chérie?”

It only takes seconds for him to finally lock your lips together, and he wishes to feel that tenderness forever from this day forward.

Neuvillette certainly has to learn a bit more about expressing feelings - now, with your help.

The golden sun returns to adorn the clear skies once more.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin imagines #neuvilette #neuvillette #neuvillette x reader #.scenario #send help I’m bolls deep in Neuvillette brainrot

2K notes · View notes

spideysatan · 2 years

Text

ive been very distracted yesterday and today so now that i had a minute to Think™ again........ yep still overthinking everything

#still think im a unlovable sack of meat #had to delete discord cuz.... yeah #had a panic attack about it too #and now that im writing this i feel even worst #cuz this makes me look needy and selfish #which i am but i like to think im getting better (im not lol #idk why im feeling like this #or why i crave this so fucking much #idk maybe i just want some consistency like #i jyst want someone to say they love me and NOT run away #or someone to say the sweetest things to me and not disappear. for once #like grrrrrr see?#this is what i mean by me being needy and selfish #like im out here feeling sorry for myself cuz i want attention (needy)#aND im being selfish cuz my dumb brain makes EVERYTHING about me #and like i keep telling myself that hey people dont own you conversations #and i know my dumb brain understands that cuz see everybody else in my life. like #idc if liza takes two weeks to respond to my silly memes or whatnot #but whrn it comes to * one day without a message and im down again #as if the whole damn world turned around me #like i hate it here so much #i hate feeling like this #and honestly i hate whrn people make me feel special and give me attention #i hate it. so much. cuz then i actually think im special to someone #and then they become the world to me and its just heartbreaking when i know they dont feel the same #why did my parents didnt give me enough attention as a child huh? look at all the shit i gotta deal with it now #ffs #guess i just gotta go to sleep crying again and i know in the morning i will feel better

1 note · View note

formulawonu · 1 year

Note

hello !! i like your writing sooo much <3 may i request how seventeen would be when they have a crush on you? tyvm ^____^

seventeen & crushes

a/n: hi!!! thank u so much for ur kind words!! im back i missed u tumblr world. i miss svt so much. sorry this was a lil too long :”) alexa play crush by seventeen rn

seungcheol: plsss HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY MELT EVERY. TIME. SOMETHING CUTE HAPPENS BETWEEN U BOTH 😭 and his crush would be seen in the tiniest of details. like if cheol knew he was going to see u or ~potentially~ bump into u he would make sure to wear more of his cologne that u once said smelled really good. he wouldnt tell anyone but he would spend a lil longer getting ready to make sure he looked good if he sees u. practices what he could talk to u about. but in front of u he would be so nonchalant 🥱 fml it’d be like “oh? y/n ur here?” HE KNEW U WERE COMING THATS WHY HE CAME GET OUT CHEOL

jeonghan: no bec hannie would be so cute :/ like he’d affectionately annoy u throughout the day because he just loves having u part of his day. he just loves talking to u. specifically you. it makes him happy and giddy. and he doesn’t think much of it until someone else (read as: shua and seungkwan) brings it up dshjfdf “so jeonghan ur lil crush on y/n is cute” “what ?” then he proceeds to think abt it and its a lightbulb moment and then he gets kinda cute and shy around u and ur like “jeonghan whats wrong with you u havent said anything weird these past few days its getting weird” he just starts giggling around u shut up 😭 then masks it by saying smth like “so you DO like it when i annoy u 😏 my masterplan is working” ok gaslighter

joshua: SWEETEST. GUY. EVER. like i think shua is the type to regularly check on you throughout the day or leave u good morning texts idek 😭 like he’d say he hopes u have a good day and then lets u know he’s free to talk at night if u wanna talk abt how ur day went haha just in case haha but its no biggie if you cant haha (he’s really overthinking this is he being too pushy????) and i think he’d realize pretty quickly he has a crush on you when he notices he likes being near u when u guys are in the same place and he’d be like huh this is happening! but who wouldn’t like them! would continue being the sweet guy he is and hopes for the best 🤞

junhui: noooooo my sweet junhui 😭 he would really remember every single thing you tell him. you have a test on this day? he’s wishing you good luck first thing in the morning or buying you breakfast/coffee before it because u can’t take a test on an empty stomach! you have a job interview or an event? he’s helping you get ready for it and practicing whatever could happen to help you prepare. u like this specific snack and he’s going to be seeing u soon? takes a pic of it to send to u then buys it so he can give it to u. he’s such a selfless and caring guy by nature and all he wants is to be there for you in any way he can. IM ACTUALLY GONNA CRY LIKE we all see how caring he is towards the other members can u imagine being on the receiving end of his affection

hoshi: this could really go two ways honestly lmfao he is either EXTREMELY distant from u because he thinks anything else would make his crush on u waaaay too obvious and he needs to be the cool guy!!!!! and he can’t do that if he cant get his damn heart to calm down every single time ur around!!!! or he could literally be everywhere u are 🤣 its like fuck the cool guy look i like her what can i do ??? like u show up to a party and suddenly ur like omg soonyoung ur here. “yea u said u were going so here i am!” or u tell him ur alone studying at a cafe and he shows up bec he “didnt want u to be lonely” 😭 honestly he has the best intentions he just wants to be there for u bec it makes him happy and hopefully it makes u too :””) grrrrrr

wonwoo: this one kills me because he’d REALLY REALLY try 😭😭😭 and i don’t mean this in a tries to be someone they are not kind of thing but he’d make so much effort to connect with u ://// like whenever he sees u he’d find ways to talk to you even if it’s the awkward “hey how are you” “i’m doing good! how are you” “i’m doing good too (◠﹏◠)” then hes internally panicking scrambling running around his head trying to think of what else he can say so the conversation doesn’t end and he ends up talking/asking about the randomest shit like so do you come here often NO WONU Y/N DOESNT THIS IS YOUR BEST FRIEND’S HOUSE PARTY YOU KNOW THEY HAVE NEVER BEEN HERE my god he’s so precious please take care of him please take care of his heart please love me back wonu *cue seungkwan imitating his laugh*

woozi: i almost teared up thinking about jihoon having a crush on u. my god like on the outside he’d be nearly the same he always is but those that know abt it see that his gaze flits ever so often to where you are when you’re around. just to make sure you’re okay. just to make sure you’re having a good time. just to see u smile bec that alone makes his day :/ PLZZZZ and every time u talk to him his heart flutters a lil quicker his smile is a lil bigger and the crinkles by his eyes come out a lil more. if ur someone close to him and u visit him in his studio regularly but u somehow stop visiting bc ur getting a lil busier these days he’d shoot u a quick text and be like why havent u been annoying me in the studio recently (thats code for: i miss you. i wanna see you. is everything all good with you?) KMN!!!!!

minghao: i think he’d be very honest w himself about it. like it’s just a crush it happens. these are minghao’s present feelings and he accepts them as they come ! my mature guy. he doesn’t try to force anything because he wants everything to just happen naturally!!!! ofc he makes it a point to say hello to you first whenever you come around and he makes sure to send u the name of that book he told u about and he could come with you to go get a copy if you’d like :”) ofc he thinks about u and how ur doing more often than he realizes. he just… he just loves the feeling of having a crush on you. it’s so exciting and new and the premise of being able to get to know you more and the potential things you guys could bond over is something so splendid so personal so special to him plz crush him back

mingyu: I DONT WANNA THINK ABOUT THIS BECAUSE MINGYU WILL NEVER HAVE A CRUSH ON ME but he would be so silly so cute so overwhelmingly charming everytime u are around. we know how clumsy the guy is but he’s stumbling over his words cracking the lamest jokes to make u laugh casually putting his arm around you when you guys are walking to protect u (hes freaking out should he have done that????) LIKEEEEE HE’D BE SO CUTE IDK IF U SEE THE VISION BUT I SEE THE VISION 😭 but he’d also be so freaking cool that u would never even THINK that he has a crush on you. because he’s just that endearing. he’s offering to bring you places because he’ll be in the area (he’s actually coming from his place) he’s hugging you a lil longer goodbye he’s calling you at night just to hear your voice he’s sending you pics of himself to update u on what he’s doing he’s so dhkjdsfghskjgf just one chance mingyu

seokmin: byeeeeee this man is the opposite of discreet hdfgksjfhdg but its the cutest thing ever 😭 the moment he realizes he has a crush on u he suddenly gets all shy around you always just smiling at you finding ways to be closer to you like maybe sitting across you when ur out eating with friends because it’s not too close but not too far and he could still talk to you and see you :/ he’s blushing every time u compliment him on something idek he’d just be so cute and flustered all the time ahshadajdh fr after he makes a joke and you’re like “seokmin ur so funny” he’d be like “REALLY 🥹” proceeds to make the same joke in variations just to make u laugh more and bec he knows u find it funny so it’s fool-proof!!!!! he’s making u laugh it’s music to his ears!!!! but would 9/10 panic if he was ever left alone with u and he isn’t that close to you so all he does is smile at u until u ask him smth and he can breathe a lil more and relax into the convo

seungkwan: awww seungkwan would be so comfortable around u. so caring. he’d look after you and remind u every day to take ur vitamins! don’t forget to feed ur pet! make sure to leave by this time so u aren’t late! but he’d also treat you like his best friend. like i think he realizes he has a crush on u while u guys are bickering over smth so stupid and he’s like wow i don’t think i would ever want to bicker abt something this stupid with anyone else :”””) hahahakillmenowhahahaha and he’d always be attached to ur hip when u guys are out like he’s just always looking out for you and is so carefree whenever ur there so it’s such a refreshing feeling for him to have someone like that in his life pls care for him back ;/ pls look out for him too bec thats the only thing he wants to do for you!!!!

vernon: mans is absolutely SHOCKED. FLOORED. like?????? he didn’t know he had time to have a crush?????? when did this happen?????? but then after thinking abt it for a while he’s like hm yea that does check out 🤣 tbh i think he doesn’t change how he is with you at all. it’s a crush he’s not in grade school anymore ! but alas it manifests itself in his life in different ways. suddenly he has to make sure you taste this amazing dish he had. he has to make sure u check out this dope song he found. have you even watched the world’s funniest movie (to him)??? there’s so much of the important and special things in his life he suddenly wants to share with you and he just cares so much about what you think and your opinion of things bec you’re so cool and he’s so curious about who you are and boom there you go mr chwe you DO have a crush so what!

dino: djhfgmhdgmf CAN LEE CHAN CUT IT OUT HE ISN’T GETTING MARRIED HE ISN’T IN LOVE ITS JUST A CRUSH GET UP!!!!!! this guy is literally overthinking everything. what should he do now ? does he confess ? are they the one ? 😭😭😭 slow down sailor u are simply fond of the person -__- he’s deep in thought and u have a member asking him whats wrong why is he so stressed and hes just like i just ruined everything my life is over i like y/n . BYE that shit spreads so fast whoever asked him is informing the gc and suddenly everyone is involved everyone is teasing him and he can’t do anything abt it because THEY ARE RIGHT HE’S A SUCKER FOR YOU 😭 would actually message u abt it and be like ahahaha hi how’s it going how’s your day been wanna hang out tomorrow miss you fml but he’s cute he’s boyfriend-coded just a lil lost at times but he means well 🤣

401 notes · View notes

the-s1lly-corner · 6 months

Note

Hi I’m new to your blog and I saw that your writing for ADC!(amazing digital circus) and I’d like to request a jax x reader(GN or fem) who is REALLY nice and soft(nice, understanding and helpful)but whenever she’s in her ‘days’ she has really bad mood swings(and really bad cramps) and acts the opposite of how she usually acts (mean,sarcastic and a jerk to everyone) basically How jax would be dealing with that

Ty and have an amazing day!<3

Jax x reader who is having a bad day !

unrelated to the request but for the past like, two or three days ive been bouncing between multiple different interests and i dont. like it.. i think its because im not quite done with my metalocalypse brainrot, and my tadc rot is starting to wane since its just the pilot out now but i dont wanna let go of tadc so soon and grrrrrr so now im sitting here bouncing between fran bow, the owl house, metalocalypse, tadc, and creepypasta, its all so weird and it sucks because i love all those things but i can only focus on one thing at once i hate this anyways mini ramble over, admin is just being silly with their interests because theyre bad at dividing themselves in terms of fandoms if that makes sense

honestly i think the moment you say something snarky to him hes going to do a double take, to make sure it was actually you who said and not someone else; as well as making sure hes not finally going insane

i think how he goes about it would depend on if the relationship is romantic or platonic... but i think regardless he would carry some annoyance... like sure hes an asshole to everyone and puts everyone in a sour mood a lot of the time but he thinks its funny... but when the same energy is there but unprompted it hits different

dudes just an asshole and messing with people is how he keeps himself sane unfortunately

if this were platonic and you guys werent that close he might just go about the day as usual, i think, doesnt carry much incentive to push through a simple "oh whats wrong", he doesnt strike me as the type of guy to go out of his way to ask how youre doing and what he can do to help... at least not unless hes deeply invested in the relationship

if you two were closer or even in a romantic relationship then he would actually be more likely to do something, like taking you off to the side to separate yourself from the commotion of the rest of the circus

its really only here that he grinds his antics to a halt in order to focus on hearing you out

not much of a comforter, though, i can definitely imagine him kind of stiffening up when someone starts crying around him. awkward "there, there," shoulder pats

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x reader #jax x you #jax imagine

103 notes · View notes

robininthelabyrinth · 1 year

Note

Meng Yao somehow ends up training under Baoshan Sanren

ao3

Meng Yao had long ago learned that things that seemed too good to be true often were. He wasn't sure why arriving at Lanling City and seeing the grandeur of Jinlin Tower had temporarily wiped it from his mind.

Did you really think that you'd be welcomed with open arms? he sneered at his stupid former self. Did you think that they'd give you a chance to prove yourself just because Mother said they would? Since when was Mother right about anything?

He'd gone straight to Jinlin Tower to present his pearl and waited to be recognized. The guards had told him that he was lucky: he'd arrived a day after the (legitimate) young master's birthday, where there'd been a great big celebration, managed from start to finish by the Sect Leader’s jealous wife - he would've been thrown out on his ear for sure if he'd arrived that day. Meng Yao, whose birthday it had also been and who had only arrived a day late because he'd stopped on the side of the road to celebrate it by himself, had smiled awkwardly and said nothing.

He'd said nothing as they talked about how wonderful things would be once he got granted the promised audience with the Sect Leader, his father, and he said nothing, too, as they turned on him, biding him up and dragging him away under the indifferent eyes of that selfsame father.

"They say that the immortal mountain is fond of abandoned children on the verge of death," the Sect Leader of Lanling Jin had remarked. “Perhaps she will find it in her heart to answer our petitions if we accompany them with a gift.”

Meng Yao said nothing. Even if they hadn’t gagged him, there wouldn’t have been any point – he had a silver tongue and eyes capable of seeing what others wanted, a knack for making himself useful and no pride in doing so, but that still required him to have a chance.

His father had never had any intention of giving him a chance.

He was taken away.

While on the road, still tied up and even collared to the carriage to ensure he didn’t try to save his wretched life by jumping off and running away, he heard the speculation of the guards, which explained a few things. It seemed that Baoshan Sanren had had a female disciple come down the mountain some time ago, Cangse Sanren, and that she had piqued Jin Guangshan’s interest. One guard had believed that Jin Guangshan was in love with her, while another scoffed and pointed out that he had all the women he could ever want; a third, quietly, suggested that their sect leader’s interest had come, most of all, from the lady’s offhand comment that she had known Yanling Daoren personally despite the centuries separating their generations.

Meng Yao thought this last, if true, was the most likely. For the man who could buy anything, what else could he want but more time to enjoy his riches? Men throughout history had longed for immortality.

Men with power, anyway. Men like Meng Yao weren’t even qualified to long to live until tomorrow.

When they arrived on whatever lonely mountaintop the Jin sect had decided was the most likely to be near Baoshan Sanren’s mountain, the guards beat him until he was on the verge of death, just as his father had ordered – breaking bones, leaving bruises – and then left him chained to a tree and shivering, with a scroll clasped in his numb hands, as they trooped back down the mountain, their task completed.

He’d hoped, briefly, that they would go too far and put him out of his misery, but he’d never had any luck. It would be the slow death of dehydration and starvation for him, or maybe some passing vicious animal looking to try out its teeth.

“Grrrrrr!”

Meng Yao blinked. That was not a vicious animal.

“Hello, there,” he said to the child that had burst through the bushes with the smile that came to his lips as naturally as breathing. Where there were people, there was hope – maybe he could convince this child to go get an adult that would be able to help him. “What are you doing here, little master?”

The child growled at him, stamping his feet.

“Oh, I see! My mistake. What are you doing here, oh proud and vicious beast?”

The child blinked, then giggled, putting his hands on his round cheeks to hide his blush. “I’m playing,” he said cheerfully. “We’re still high enough here that it shouldn’t be a problem.”

“Xiao Xingchen!”

“Oops. That’s my shixiong.” Xiao Xingchen put his hands behind his back and looked guilty. “I’m not supposed to go out too far…”

Meng Yao felt a spark of amusement underneath all his pain. He’d always liked children, no matter how annoying they could sometimes be, and this was a particularly attractive child, with features that looked like they’d be beautiful one day. “It’s all right,” he said. “Beasts don’t recognize boundary lines. How were you supposed to know?”

Xiao Xingchen looked thoughtful.

“Ah, shidi, there you are!” A young man stepped through the brush. He was tall and striking in appearance, with features a little too strong to be described as classically handsome, and he was dressed all in black, with a sword at his waist that was just as black. “What are you doing this far down?”

A strange statement, to Meng Yao’s mind. He’d seen the path the guards had dragged him up – they were already virtually at the mountaintop, and this was the tallest mountain around. How much further ‘up’ could they go? A few steps, at most?

“I’m a beast!” Xiao Xingchen said excitedly, curling his fingers into claws and showing off his best growl.

“Beasts aren’t allowed to go down either,” the older man scolded, and Xiao Xingchen pouted.

“Beasts don’t recognize boundary lines,” he said righteously, then pointed at Meng Yao. “He said so!”

The young man turned to look at Meng Yao, seeming to see him for the first time.

“Did he,” he said neutrally, clearly observing Meng Yao’s poor condition and the chain and collar that connected his neck to a nearby tree like a slave. Meng Yao shrugged, or tried to. “Gongzi, what happened to you?”

“A misfortune,” Meng Yao said, and glanced down at the scroll he was still clutching at his hand like a moron. The only thing his father had given to him, and it was to be delivered through his death. Was that all a father was? “If you could see it within your heart to release me, I would be grateful.”

“Who put you here?” the young man persisted in asking. “And why?”

Meng Yao didn’t especially want to put words to it. Putting words to it would make his father’s betrayal real…but who was he deluding? The betrayal was real.

“I have a message for Baoshan Sanren, the immortal master,” he said, smiling mirthlessly and nodding at the scroll in his hand. “My father understood that she only emerges from her mountain to find abandoned children on the verge of death, and so he decided to produce one. He has enough bastards that he could afford to spare a few, you see.”

A few of the more uppity ones, his father had said. The ones that didn’t know their place.

“That’s awful!” someone said – neither Xiao Xingchen nor the young man, since that voice was that of a girl in her teens, who at some point had sidled out of the forest as well. The young man swallowed a groan as he turned to look at her, but it was too late: she was grabbing at his sleeve and looking up at him with big round eyes. “Shixiong, we can’t just let that happen! We have to tell shifu about it!”

“We can’t make that sort of decision…”

“Shixiong!” the girl and the child both chorused. “Uphold righteousness!”

The young man groaned.

“All right, all right,” he grumbled. “If he agrees, we can tell shizun, and she can decide what to do about it…maybe if we’re really lucky, she’ll take offense to the whole idea and go down herself to make things right; that’ll show whoever sent this a thing or two. But probably not. You all know that right?”

They continued to beam at him.

“Ugh, fine. First things first, though. Shimei, will you break his chain?”

“Of course!” The girl had a horsetail whip at her belt, and when she snapped it outwards it cut straight through the metal of the chain with a force far beyond any normal item. A cultivator’s tool, Meng Yao thought wistfully, but he was too old to be a proper cultivator now – the most he could do would be to try to endlessly catch up, but that assumed some cultivation sect would take him in, when even his father had so ruthlessly rejected him.

His father, who might but probably wouldn’t be apparently taught ‘a thing or two’ by this young man’s master. Pity. The idea was appealing.

“What’s your name?” Xiao Xingchen asked.

“Meng Yao. Thank you for your kindness.”

“It’s not kindness,” the young man said with a sigh. “Don’t mistake it for kindness. If you come up the mountain with us, you can only go down again once in your life, and not for very long. Do you want to come with us, or do you want to make your way down the mountain yourself?”

Meng Yao’s legs were broken. There were vicious beasts and human bandits on the way down, twists and turns and endless misfortunes, and anyway he’d already done everything his mother could possibly ask of him when he’d gone to Lanling City and been so cruelly rejected.

“I’ll come with you,” Meng Yao said, having nothing to lose. “Thank you…ah…?”

“You can call me Yanling Daoren,” the young man said, and the name was familiar – where had he heard it? If only his mind were not so fogged with pain, he’d be able to remember. “Shimei is Cangse Sanren, and the youngest is Xiao Xingchen. You’ll be our shidi, I suppose, even if it’s tricky…oh, never mind. Shizun will figure out the ages, she always does. All right, up you go.”

He scooped Meng Yao into his arms.

They were warm.

“Last chance to change your mind,” Yanling Daoren warned.

Meng Yao shook his head.

“All right, then.” He started walking. Up the mountain, as mentioned. “I suppose, in that case, all I can do is welcome you to our sect.”

Meng Yao was going to ask where they were going – there really wasn’t much more mountain to go – but then he noticed that there was, actually. There was a lot more mountain, and all sorts of buildings: residences and training grounds and libraries and the like, in a style of architecture he’d never seen before, gaudy and colorful as a feathered bird.

“Shizun will want to see you first, of course,” Yanling Daoren said. “She always wants to meet the children, even if you’re a bit older than her usual.”

“I know,” Meng Yao said softly. “Too old to cultivate, right?”

“Not at all,” Yanling Daoren said, and laughed at Meng Yao’s surprise. “Maybe with other sect’s cultivation styles you are. You’ll find that things are a bit different here, when it comes to matters of age…you’ll need to start from the beginning, like Xiao Xingchen, but that’s all right. Who doesn’t like to be young?”

#mdzs #meng yao #jin guangyao #cangse sanren #xiao xingchen #yanling daoren #my fic #my fics

156 notes · View notes

seizingthesky · 4 months

Note

b k l n r for shion pwease ♡ thank you and i love ur writing ^__^

Shion…… Grrrrrrr bark bark bark snarl grrrrr bark snarl grrrrr bark bark snarl grrrrrr wtf my dog started barking when I typed this sorry my bad I won’t do it again. Anyways. Hi please enjoy I love Shion. AND THANK YOU!!!!!! :D

SUGGESTIVE UNDER THE CUT.

B ─ Breeding. Is this one of their kinks? Do they often have unprotected sex? Have they ever had any pregnancy scares?

Initially? Absolutely not. SHION never wanted any strings attached with most people he hooked up with, although the idea did tempt him many times before. He's a changed man after settling down with you, but the idea of being a father so young in his life scares him a little. However, don't get it twisted; the idea of cumming inside of you drives him crazy, almost as if it's a way of claiming you.

K ─ Kissing. How important are kisses in their relationship? Any favourite kind of kisses? Do they have any rituals involving kissing (never leaving for work without kissing the other, always sharing a kiss goodnight, etc)?

Shion would take any opportunity in the world to kiss you. On the lips, neck, cheek, forehead, and other areas of your body... he can't keep his hands or lips off of you. He's gotten into the habit of pressing slow, lazy kisses to your neck to tease you in the morning when your bodies are entwined.

L ─ Lingerie. Do they enjoy wearing it and/or seeing their partner in lingerie? What kind of lingerie do they find the sexiest? Any other clothing they love seeing their partner in (like grey sweater pants, wearing nothing but an apron, really short shorts, etc)? Do they often wear what the other likes, just to please them?

Whether it's you or him wearing the lingerie, Shion will enjoy it thoroughly. Truth be told, you could wear a paper bag, and he'd still find you sexy, but when you make an effort to pick out a cute set just for him, he feels himself fall even deeper in love with you if such a thing is possible. Shion isn't picky when it comes to what you wear for him, but seeing you in red or black really gets him going.

N ─ Nudes. Do they send them to each other? Do they save them on their phones? Do they keep them to themselves, or do they show them to their friends? Have they ever sent one to a wrong number?

Shion is a big fan of sending you nudes randomly throughout the day, just to tease you and keep you on your toes. And they aren't the typical 'dick in hand staring dully at the camera' man nudes, either; he aims to impress you with every photo he sends. They're almost a work of art, in a way. He doesn't really expect nudes in return, but if you send him something, you'll have him all over you when you see each other again. After all, when he has the real thing in his grasp, why would he let that go to waste?

R ─ Recording. Have they ever filmed themselves having sex? Did they watch it together afterwards? Has anyone else seen their videos?

While I don't think Shion would be against it, recording videos is not a priority. He wouldn't mind if you wanted to, but he'd much rather live in the moment with you because, lord knows, it happens quite often between the two of you. As for anyone else seeing the video, absolutely not. Shion became an oddly possessive lover after meeting you, so the idea of anyone else seeing you so ravishing like that makes his skin crawl.

#sexy abc #shion kaida #kaida shion #paradox live #paralive #paralive imagine #paralive x reader #paradox live x reader #paradox live imagine #shion kaida x reader #kaida shion x reader #pararai x reader #paradox live smut

34 notes · View notes