#they got tired of their stupid owners pinning

[sunclown]

Meet cute 100 dalmatians but make it op school acelaw

#ft onigiri dog and stefan #acelaw #lawace #the dogs are the n1 wingmen ever #they got tired of their stupid owners pinning #trafalgar law #portgas d. ace #one piece #op #my art

[tmzrkstan]

nct dream as teen romances.

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★warnings: maybe cursing, relationship between minors (legal).

★genre: fluff, romantic tropes, (kinda of) korean school trope.

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★Mark:

•Not just a boyfriend, also a bandmate;

•Beeing raised abroad gave him an advantage to join the band (english speaker), and of course, his ability with music;

•You and your friends found everything that were looking for to complete what became a kinda famous band in the city;

•Don't took long for you two get along and spend some afternoons with his guitar and a composition book: "You did in a few days what the music did in my whole life."

•When the relantionship became official you just couldn't separate from each other;

•The lovely looks during performances, dates in karaokes and make out sessions at the "backstage" were always present;

•"We can't be sure about the band future, but I know we're never splitting up."

★Renjun:

• The boy admired you for a long time from afar;

•When he heard from a friend that you were looking for a boyfriend he gained courage;

•He had to miss some afternoons and even morning classes in order to finish a project to win you over;

•That's why you found a drawing of you made by hand, which was noticeable the use of watercolor, and behind it, his initials;

•You soon realized who it was from and decided to text him, which led to a sleepless night with your cell phone;

•Without taking too long to return the feelings, you started dating and he nicknamed you as his "muse";

•You can be sure that your dates would always end with you taking a drawing home, whether on a small canvas or on a napkin from the restaurant you went to;

•"The best part of drawing you is being able to look at you as much as I want."

★Jeno:

•If it wasn't for the jock who falls in love with the cheerleader, I'd be lying;

•Despite his popularity, he had to struggle to get the attention of everyone on the team, which led to him crashing several rehearsals;

•He made his interest obvious when he scored a decisive point in the game and dedicate it to you in front of the whole school;

•The minute I became his girlfriend, the whole school would suffer because of you two, like the team being forced to participate in his surprises, the game being stopped for you to kiss each other at each point;

•Despite the masculine and strong exterior, inside he looked like a puppy running after his owner, he was completely passionate and silly. It's visible how he would try to help you with the cheerleading thing;

•"So, the deal is if I win the game tonight, I got a make out session for as long as I want?"

★Haechan:

•At first, no one could tell if you were friends or not;

•You competed with everything you could for years now, Hyuck knew how to make you lose and made a point of winning every time, whether in a test, sports or any activity;

•One day you got tired of it all, making it clear to him that you didn't care about it anymore, and that sent him into a fit;

•His friends consoled him that this was his final victory, but he knew well that he wanted to win you instead. Pride made him say nothing 'till the moment;

•He chased you for days and you just ran, until you had no choice when he pinned you to the wall of an empty hallway: "You really are very stupid for not understanding what I wanted all of this time";

•Sure had a lot more drama until yall finally bring fellings out and started dating, a relationship full of silly little fights and a lot of teasing on both sides, this time with some kisses, caresses and loving words in between;

•"I admit you won, look who you made fall in love with you."

★Jaemin:

•You had your reasons and he had an (toxic) ex he wanted to win back, a little gossip going around and you ended up in a fake relationship;

•The plan was doing great, everyone was getting what they wanted, or at least what you thought that you wanted;

•After weeks of "fake" dates, talking about your lives, sharing secrets and dreams, Jaemin couldn't care less when his ex showed up at his house: "Sorry, but There's no way, I'm completely in love with her."

•When he realized this, appeared the other day at school with a huge bouquet and an even bigger smile stating that dating would no longer be fake;

•You thought he could take it back later, but the kisses and declarations of love he gave you made it clear how right he was about It;

•"In the very first minute of our deal, my feelings already became real, it would be impossible not to."

★Chenle:

•It's not like anyone was really forbidding it, like arresting you at home or hiring a security guard to follow you around, but your parents made it clear that they were against it;

•His family, more modest, did not agree with the luxurious way that Chenle lived with his, who preferred that his son was with someone more similar;

•They imagined that this was going to happen, that's why they even took a while to start dating, but when they got together, there was nothing he wouldn't do for you;

•The boy was used to always getting what he wanted, and this time it would be no different, he would just have to change his strategy, like going on hidden dates, finding empty places at school and running away at midnight, it made everything harder, but more exciting;

•"You can't give up on us, it's hard right now, but I promisse I'll make it worth it."

★Jisung:

•You two been friends since the first day you can remember;

•Always inseparable, if one wasn't welcome in a group of friends then the other wouldn't even consider staying in it;

•They faced everything together, all the first experiences, like tests, graduations, parties, simply everything. Even first love, which Jisung took a long time to realize when feelings changed;

•He freaked out every time he saw some guy trying to hit on you, or when you seemed interested in another one, but he didn't want to confess and look like a silly teen that ruins the friendship;

•You're the one who had to admit you liked him first, or you'd never start dating. And everyone, including the families, loved it.

•It doesn't changed much in reality, apart from the kissing/toching and your parents no longer letting you stay alone in your bedroom for so long.

•"I can't wait to spend my whole with my best friend."

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author: Hope yall like It<3

#nct #kpop #imagine #nct dream #nct dream imagines #park jisung #mark lee #haechan #jaemin #lee jeno #renjun #chenle #nct dream x reader #kpop imagines #nct dream reactions #romantic tropes

[rengokuswif3]

Being the Demon Queen

A/N: First time writing for Muzan, I am a simp for evil Michael Jackson here so hopefully I did alright!

The two of you got married hundreds of years ago, you were just as feared and respected as he was, but like him you weren’t seen often and almost a myth

The Twelve Kizuki answered to you and were loyal to you as well, and you were just as cruel as your husband

Okay but Muzan sitting on a throne and you’re sitting at his feet with your head in his lap, and he’s running his hands through your hair as he kills off the useless demons to give you a show

AKSJSJJDJDJR THE TWO OF YOU BRING EACHOTHER DEAD HUMAN PARTS LIKE HOW CATS BRING THEIR OWNERS DEAD BIRDS

Muzan would absolutely spoil you. When he’s off on business for days, he’ll come back with a new set of beautiful hair pins, a new kimono made of the finest silk in Japan, gorgeous jewelry sets with blood red jewels, all that sort of thing

You live within the Infinity Castle, and you share the most gorgeous quarters to settle into after a long day of killing off pesky humans and useless low rank demons

You can share your blood like he can, be he doesn’t like when you do cause none of these demons deserve it, even his Upper Moons

Okay but he’s totally a love biter, he just loves the feeling of his fangs sinking into the flesh of your shoulder and you don’t mind the feeling of it either

Loves watching you use your Blood Demon Art, he finds it mesmerizing and beautiful and will never get tired of watching you put demons in their rightful place, way below you

Not that you really need it, but he’ll have Kokushibo act as your body guard while out in the human world at night. God forbid any stupid Demon Slayer tried to mess with you, cause Muzan will make their death long and painful

And if any demon gets blood on your dress, your eyes glow dangerously with fury cause YOUR LOVELY HUSBAND GOT YOU THIS WHILE HE WAS IN TOWN HOW DARE THEY

You do get a bit territorial when the female demons worship him just a bit too much, same with Muzan getting jealous when male demons are being a little too nice. Yes all demons should worship both of you but not too closely

Like when Daki gets a little too handsy with Muzan, you get jealous and start fighting her until Muzan calmly tells the both of you to knock it off

#I SWEAR IM WORKING ON REQUESTS #muzan kibutsuji #muzan x reader #muzan kibutsuji x reader #demon slayer #demon slayer x reader #kny #Muzan

[peanutbutterandfailure]

DilucXGN!Reader-"Real Identity "

Stories of Mondstadts “Darknight Hero” have been circulating the city like wildfire. It seemed like everyone and their cousin had some kind of sighting or interaction with the supposed vigilante; even if it was nothing more than “I saw a shadow disappearing down an alley the other night, it must have been the Darknight Hero!” Other encounters were wildly outlandish and really made you wonder how credible the stories were. It was beginning to seem like you were the only person within the cities walls who had yet to encounter the vigilante of the night.

And that was really starting to grate on your nerves.

If it wasn't for the Abyss Order personally reaching out to you for help in eradicating the supposed Darknight Hero, you wouldn't have believed the legend. You knew how the rumor mill in the city worked, it was how you got most of your information to report back to your superiors. But the Darknight Hero was slippery. Impossible for you to pin down. It was like trying to catch a shadow. But you would find him if it was the last thing you did. The Abyss made you an offer that you couldn't refuse.

You slam your pint glass down on the bar in Angel's Share and let out a frustrated groan. Diluc was tending bar that evening, and he looked over at you with a quirked brow. "Something bothering you, y/n?" He asked with a hint of sarcasm in his tone. He walks over to you and gently pulls the glass out of your hand before turning and refilling it. He always did that for you when he noticed you were stressed, free refills on the house. You always told him he didn't have to, but he insisted.

Diluc was always like that with you. Constantly worrying about you. Constantly taking care of you. You joked around and called him a mother hen, but you really didn’t mind. Actually, you enjoyed it. You weren’t at all ashamed to admit you liked his attention. You couldn't figure out if his affection was anything more than platonic and you were afraid to ask. You were attracted to him, how couldn't you be, but you knew that one day you would have to leave Mondstadt. Leaving Diluc behind as friend would be hard enough, you didn't want the heartache of having to leave him behind as a partner.

"I'm tired of hearing all these stories about that stupid Darknight Hero!" You exclaim as he turns back to you with your drink. "That's all anyone talks about, and it's driving me crazy!" You look at your handsome friend over the rim of your glass while you take a long drink. Being the owner of both the winery and the tavern, you're sure he's heard his fair share of stories. "What do you think, Diluc?"

"Hm? About the Darknight Hero?" He leans against the bar across from you and ponders for a moment before answering. "I don't hold much merit to it. I think they are tall tales and nothing more."

You purse your lips and take another drink. You should have expected that the stoic redhead would give you an answer like that. So much for getting good gossip from Diluc, you think. But I'm tired of chasing around rumors and whispers. Maybe its time to try and draw him out again myself. You had attempted to lure the Darknight Hero into an ambush on multiple occasions, but it had yet to work. But you wouldn't give up. You wouldn't rest until you had the Darknight Hero in your grasp, slowly snuffing out his life. You wouldn't stop until you got what the Abyss owed you.

So you started spreading seeds. A rumor here. A dropped note there. You slowly weaved a fictional narrative that the Abyss was growing increasingly active in Wolvendom, plotting something. You sprinkled in some speculation that several Lectors were spotted in the area. Supposedly they were even kidnapping people and performing some type of strange ritual on them. If that didn't draw out the vigilante, you didn't know what would. The rumors within the city walls spread and grew, taking hold like an invasive weed. The panic in the city was palpable. The Darknight Hero would have no choice but to act.

Finally, the day came. The day of the supposed gathering of the Abyss Order in Wolvendom. You could barely contain your excitement. This has to work…. It HAS to! You think to yourself as you prepare. Just after sunset, you draw the curtains to block the view of any potential prying eyes. You're in the study of your house, the family home you inherited after your parents tragically "passed away" while traveling in Snezhnaya. A huge memorial service was held for them, to honor "the two upstanding citizens of Mondstadt". The city mourned but you did not, because you knew they just went home.

Walking up to a bookshelf, you easily push it out of the way to reveal a hidden door. The door once led to a small powder room that was intended for the convenience of whoever utilized the study, but it had long ago been converted into a secret storage room by your father. A storage room that, if discovered, would mean your arrest and downfall. You smiled to yourself as you took in your small treasure trove. A wealth of information that, if placed in the wrong hands, could fully mean the end for peace in all of Teyvat. Information that could ruin the governments of all seven nations. Oh yes, even your homeland. You were loyal, of course, but you weren't foolish. You were smart enough to know how to protect your standing in the position you held.

You don your Fatui garb and attach your mask to your hip before picking up a small wooden box that held your most precious possession. You could feel the power it held even through the oak wood. Lifting the lid, you gently take your Delusion in your hand and feel your heart flutter as the power surges into you. "Hello, my darling…" you whisper to it as you attach it to your uniform. You still remember the day you received it from the Tsaritsa, your parents and Pierro smiling proudly. It was the best day of your life, and the last time you cried. It was one of the last days you felt much of anything, if you were being honest with yourself.

Stepping out of the closet, you close the door and make sure the shelf is back flush against the wall before grabbing a cloak and exiting your home, slipping into the night. In your excitement, it doesn't take long for you to reach Wolvendom. Drawing a dagger from your belt, you pull off your cloak and slash it a few times before discarding it on the road. You create fake drag marks in the direction of your ambush point before hiding yourself up a tall tree. If you learned anything from rumors of the Darknight Hero, it was that he had a huge savior complex. Sitting on a sturdy branch with your back against the trunk, your eyes never leave the path below you. You've been waiting so long, you weren't going to slip up and miss your chance. Your reward was almost in your grasp.

You don't know how long you sat there, transfixed and unmoving, but eventually your keen eyes saw a shadow separate itself from the others in the forest and approach your discarded cloak. You lean forward slightly, assessing the person. Was this him? It had to be, who else would be out here this late at night. Your thoughts are confirmed when they step into a patch of moonlight and you can clearly see them. "There you are," you whisper to yourself as you eye up the Darknight Hero. Tall and lean, he's dressed in all black with a hood pulled over his head and an owl mask covering his face. With near silent footsteps, he walks over and kneels down beside your cloak, gently picking it up. He examines it for a few seconds before holding it up to his nose. Did that freak just smell my cloak? You wonder, but you don't have much time to think about it, because in an instant he's standing and hurrying down the path, following the drag marks you made.

It's now or never you tell yourself as you put on your mask and activate your Delusion. You only have a moment to savor the rush of power you get from it as it transforms you. The second it's complete, you drop from your spot in the tree and land with a soft thud behind the man. He whirls quickly and staggers back in surprise. "Fatui!" he spits. "What are you doing here?"

"I have some business with you, Mr. Darknight Hero," you purr, loving the way your voice sounded under the influence of you Delusion.

You can see his eyes are narrow and suspicious behind his mask. "If you're here to keep me from stopping the Abyss-"

You cut him off with a laugh. "Oh sweetie, there was no Abyss Order. No Lectors. No kidnappings or rituals.” You hold your hand up beside your mouth as if you were sharing a secret with him. “It was me the whole time!” You giggle.

“Then are you the reason y/n is missing?” He snarls, holding up your cloak. You were surprised that the Darknight Hero was someone that knew you, especially someone who knew you well enough to recognize your clothes and, apparently, your scent. But you recovered quickly.

“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not,” you say with a shrug. “What are you going to do about it big boy?”

The taunt works, just like you hoped it would. He growls and drops your cloak to summon his weapon, but before he can even get the claymore swung around, you have your polearm connecting with his legs. He’s knocked off balance and falls to the ground, but he's quick to recover. Rolling quickly, he's back on his feet and lands a kick to your side. "Where's y/n?!" He roars, picking up his claymore as you right yourself.

"I'll never tell~!" You taunt in a singsong voice as you launch towards him. As the two of you exchange blows, you can understand why the Abyss has been having issues with this man. Even with the aid of your Delusion, he's a formidable opponent. His claymore blazes with the searing fire of his Pyro Vision, and you say a silent prayer of thanks to the Tsaritsa for choosing Hydro for your Delusion. At one point he gains the upper hand in the fight and slams you back into a tree. You let out a gasp as the wind gets knocked out of you. "Ooh, I like it when you treat me rough." You taunt.

"Shut up!" He practically screams at you. "Shut up and tell me what you want with y/n?"

You bark out a laugh as you summon more energy from your Delusion. "I don't want them! I'm just here for you!" You shove him away with all your power and smile with unashamed glee as he trips and falls on his back, his claymore falling just out of his reach. You jump forward and pin him to the ground, your heart pounding in your chest. "Finally," you giggle, pinning his hands above his head as you fumble excitedly for your dagger. "After all this time, I finally have you and I'll get what the Abyss promised me."

He stares up at you wide eyed as you ready your dagger, but just as you're about to strike, you falter. "No…" You whisper as you notice his hood falling back, exposing a few strands of bright red hair. A hair color you have only ever seen on two people. "No, it can't be…." Dropping the dagger beside his head, you let go of his hands so you can rip off his mask. Your stomach drops as you stare down into the familiar face of your lifelong friend, Diluc Ragnivindr.

You're too shocked to notice that he's picked up a fist sized rock until he smashes it into your temple.

******

Diluc sighs in relief as the Fatui agent crumples to the forest floor beside him. For a minute he really thought this was going to be his last fight, but something about him had distracted the agent long enough for him to act. He sits up and turns to watch as the power from the Delusion leaves the agents body and they return to normal.

Curious as to who almost took his life, Diluc reaches over and removes the agents mask only to fully understand the reaction they had to seeing him.

His world shatters around him as he stares down at the unconscious body of his friend. The friend he had some day hoped to make his partner.

He had been willing to kill the agent his was fighting to save y/n, completely unaware that was who was behind the mask the entire time. The thought made him sick to his stomach. Leaning over their limp body, Diluc checks for a pulse, letting out a huge sigh of relief when he found one. But the question now was what to do with them? He couldn't just leave them here in the woods of Wolvendom. But, now knowing that they were apparently working for both the Fatui and the Abyss, he couldn't just take them back to their house. He wasn't sure if he could trust y/n anymore. That thought broke his heart.

Not knowing what else to do, he grabs their cloak to put it back on them. Did they see me smell it? he thought, embarrassed, as he fastens it around their neck. Pulling the hood up and making sure the cloak covers their Fatui uniform, Diluc picks y/n up starts carrying them towards his house.

The whole walk back, he couldn't stop his mind from wandering to one comment y/n had made during the fight.

I like it when you treat me rough…

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Your head pounds in tandem with your heart as you start to regain consciousness. You let out a groan and struggle to open your eyes. Everything is blurry and the room seems to be spinning, which makes your stomach turn. You close your eyes as you pitch forward, only to have something stop you. You open your eyes slightly to see that your arms are bound to a wooden chair. Kicking your legs in frustration, you realize they're also tied tight to the chair. You growl and struggle with them, only to moan and let your head droop as the pain in your head doubles and your stomach turns again. You feel a gentle hand on the back of your head and hear the soft command "Drink," as a cup gets pressed to your lips.

You smell the wine before you take a large gulp of the alcohol, then another. You quickly drain the glass, cursing yourself slightly. It could have been poisoned. But if your captor wanted you dead, you would be. So that raised the question of what they wanted. You tried to remember what you had happened to you when your captor stepped around you to sit the glass down on the table across from you, and all your memories came flooding back.

Diluc turns to you and leans back against the table. His face is sad as he looks down at you, restrained in the chair. He says nothing as the two of you stare at each other, waiting for the other to make the first move. Finally, he breaks. "Why?" He asks you, his voice cracking slightly.

"Diluc, I'm going to need a bit more clarification on what you want to know." You say bluntly. There's no reason to play dumb.

"I want to know the answer to everything. And please, don't lie to me anymore." That response was enough to drive a dagger into your cold, unfeeling heart.

"I'm a Fatui spy. My parents were born in Snezhnaya, technically I was too but the story was that I was born while they were on a business trip. My family has been spies for the Tsaritsa for generations."

"So that's how you got this?" Your stomach drops and your eyes widen as he holds up your Delusion. Your head was in so much pain that you didn't even notice it was gone.

"Diluc, please, give that back." You plead, straining against the binds holding you to the chair. You don't have a Vision that you could use to help you break free, and without your Delusion you were powerless. "Please!" He stares at you, his normally stoic face clearly showing his shock. "That was gifted to me directly from the Tsaritsa herself!" You explain, straining more.

"Finish explaining, then we'll see." He says, dropping his hand to his side. Your eyes follow your precious Delusion hungrily, longing to hold it in your hands again.

"We've lived in Mondstadt for years, no one knows we're not native to the region. We work in secret, I don't associate at all with the other agents who reside in the city." Your speech is strained and choppy as you watch his long fingers fiddle with your Delusion.

"So you've always been lying to me?" He says, his voice low.

Your eyes jump to his for the first time. "Not maliciously," you explain. "You weren't supposed to find out, Luc. I never wanted to hurt you."

"Then what about tonight!" He barks.

"I didn't know it was you! How would I?" You cry out. "You told me yourself that you didn't believe the stories of the Darknight Hero! I had no information to go off of! All I knew was the Abyss made me an incredible offer if I would take out the one person in Mondstadt who was hindering their plans!"

"What did they offer you?" He asks, making your eyes drop back down to your beautiful blue Delusion.

"More power…" You whispered.

"More power?"

"Yes! They swore they would add Abyssal energy to my Delusion to make me even more powerful! How could I say no?"

"Y/n…" He whispers sadly. Your eyes are still on your Delusion, so you can't see the heartbreak and pity on his face as he watches you staring hungrily at it. You look like an addict eyeing up your next fix. "Look at me," he requests. When you don't, he steps over and grabs you by the chin, forcing you to look up at him. The angle and position is incredibly suggestive, and both of you are very aware of that. You can't help the flutter you feel in your chest as he forces you around. He has to clear his throat before he continues. "I know the 'you' I've always known is not who I thought, but I know you're strong. You don't need this thing."

"Yes I do, Luc! You don't understand!"

"Trust me, I do. I used a Delusion myself for quite a while. I know how they wear you down, sap you of your emotions, make you dependent on them. I can’t imagine how you must feel, having used one for so long…” he trails off sadly, still looking down at you.

“I hardly feel anything, Diluc,” you confess softly. “I hate saying this, but… fighting you, that was the most emotion I’ve felt in a long time.” Your eyes are downcast and you miss the faint flush he gets as he once again recalls your comment during the fight. “But you’ve always had a habit of making me feel things.” You say the last part softly, half hoping he doesn’t hear you. But he did.

Releasing your chin, he takes a few steps back from you. “Y/n, I’m not just doing this for the safety of Mondstadt. I’m also doing this because I love you.” You don’t even have time to react to his statement before you’re screaming in horror as he drops your beloved Delusion to the floor and crushes it under his boot.

You scream out in agony. You curse Diluc. You throw so much of a fit that you end up tipping the chair over onto its side. He lets you there, on the floor and crying out in misery until your wails have turned into quiet sobs and your tears have mostly dried. Gently, he grabs the chair and sits you back upright. “How could you do that to me, Luc? You say you love me, but then you do that? And you have the nerve to call me a liar!” You spit at him.

“I told you I did it because I love you,” he says, crouching down in front of you and gently cupping your face as you glare at him. “Besides, you don’t need that thing to feel…” he trails off, seeming almost embarrassed. “Let me make you feel.” He finishes brazenly before pushing his mouth against yours.

You’re shocked for a few moments as his mouth moves against yours, but you come to your senses quickly and bite his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood. He jerks back from you, blood trickling down his chin as you lick it off of your lips. “You bastard,” you growl. You never thought you’d say this, but you hate him. You want to punch him. You want to slam him against the wall. You want him to pin you underneath his warm, heavy body as he fucks you senseless.

You want him.

He must see that realization on your face because he’s back, gripping your chin in his hand as he roughly kisses you. You suck on his lip, tasting the blood that you drew. His tongue darts into your mouth, tasting you. You bite that too, but not as hard. He moans into your mouth as his hands travel down to the bindings holding you in the chair. You shiver as he lightly runs his fingers down your arm. He pulls back from you and whispers huskily in your ear “I’d undo these ropes, but how do I know I can trust you?”

You pick up on what he’s doing and play along. “You don’t, but I guess that’s a risk you’re going to have to take,” you purr back. He growls softly and uses the heat from his vision to snap the ropes binding your arms and legs. The second you're free, you’re on your feet and pushing him towards the nearest wall. Concussion be damned, you were having Diluc.

He gasps as his back hits the wall, and he quickly follows it with a moan as you start sucking on his neck. His large hand grips the back of your head, holding you there for several moments before pulling you back. His mouth is back on yours and in an instant he has you pinned against the wall. His hands squeeze your hips, so you jump and wrap your legs around him. He presses his body against yours as he pins your hands above your head. The two of you are gasping and panting, small moans escaping the two of you as your bodies move against each other. Releasing your hands, he wraps his arms around you and walks to the table, laying you down on it. "What am I going to do with you?" His voice is deep and husky, his eyes full of lust as he stares down at you.

"Hopefully punish me," you say, grabbing him by his shirt and pulling him down to you. In all the years you've known Diluc, he'd always been stoic and deliberate. A man full of resolve and self control. But that night, you saw a different side to him. Animalistic and wild. One could even say feral. You loved being the reason he lost all control. It gave you a feeling of power that your Delusion never could.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #genshin pov #genshin x reader #diluc ragnivindr #genshin diluc #diluc x reader #diluc angst #gn reader #gn y/n #Youtube

[emeorin]

Warm (A one shot Harry Choi × Reader fic)

Words:820

Warning: none;

Not proofread

Something she loved about Harry’s house was that it was always warm. The heater was on since the moment a coat was required to go outside and boots made their appearance on the doorway.

It wasn’t like she hated being cold­­— she actually preferred it over the unavoidable hot weather of warmer seasons— but the feeling of entering his house with a slightly runny nose, feet aching after a long day, and being invested by the coziness of the warm temperature was just unbeatable.

It was like sitting by yourself in one of those small cafés that seemed carved out of a movie, slow jazz music playing softly on the speakers and a fuming cappuccino just waiting to be savored, while the sun was taking his time to set in the distance.

So, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief as another hard day came to an end, slipping quietly through the door into the comfort of that warmth. She removed her shoes and lazily hanged her coat on the clothes hanger. She stepped into the open space living room and smiled by herself, happy to finally be there. Harry’s house was big and neat, the total opposite of the little apartment she had lived in for the past few years, but since she started going over it started to fill with little things that really made it feel like home. The photos of the two of them messily placed on the shelves, the little magnets in the shape of every animal possible resting on the grey fridge, the plants and flower adorning the wide window. She breathed in and let escape a chuckle. It was funny that the owner of that house was everything but warm, at least with people that weren’t her.

«Harry? »

She peeked into the bedroom and there he was, already under the soft blanket, gently resting on the headboard with his phone in his hands. He looked up and a small smile formed on his lips as he gestured her to come closer.

She walked to his side of the bed and sat on the comfortable mattress.

«You seem tired. » He said, his low voice music to her ears.

«Mh-mh. It was a long day. But I’m fine now that I’m here, he he. » She smiled as he cupped her face with his hand and she leant in, leaving a small peck on his lips.

«Have you already eaten? We still have those rice cakes Malong brought the other day. »  He said almost in a whisper, his eyes lingering on her lips as she shook her head.

«Don’t worry, I’ve eaten something on the way. Is it Rachel? » She asked, nodding towards his phone.

«Yeah. Her and Tain are coming tomorrow. I’ve tried to ignore them but… such nuisances. »

She smiled at his grumpiness as he shook his head.

She then got up, stretching her arms up in the air and moving to the walk-in closet.

«I’m gonna take a shower. Keep the bed warm for me, mh? »

She quickly picked her pajamas and underwear before disappearing in the bathroom. The water was warm but she still felt chills going down her spine as she stepped out the shower. At least the whole room smelt like Harry’s cologne.

She soon came back to the bedroom while massaging her damp hair with a towel, her body wrapped in her deep green pajamas that she bought to match with Harry’s. A stupid idea really, since he still hadn’t agreed to match with her, but she was sure she was going to change his mind.

«You should dry your hair properly before you catch a cold. » He told her as she slipped under the blanket.

«Don’t start to nag me. You’re the one who never dries his hair after you go swimming. They always smell like chlorine. » He let out a deep chuckle as she combed his hair with her hand, snuggling closer to him.

«Ack, your feet are cold! » He exclaimed, but without moving an inch away from her.

«I’m all cold, see? » She said, grinning mischievously as she placed her cold hands on his face.

He quickly squirmed away, his cheek flushed. «Ya!»

She burst out laughing, her hearth full of content. He was cute.

That didn’t last long tough, as he quickly composed himself and pinned her down to the bed, his hands gently squeezing her wrists. He could smell the flowery fragrance of her shampoo, and he could taste the mint of her toothpaste in her mouth as he kissed her deeply, one of his warm hand travelling down to the hem of her shirt just as his lips moved to her exposed collarbone.

He was the one now grinning as he looked down at her, her blushing cheeks and the shy smile she was wearing so beautifully on her swollen lips.

«Then… isn’t it my job to warm you up?»

#harry choi #the ssum #mc #the ssum harry #one shot #short fiction #harry choi x mc #harry choi x reader

[fierybimbo]

Open Starter

Feel free to reblog with a reply, or send your own starter through my asks (:

🩷view pinned post for more context on Laviel🩷

i only have 4 rules

1. no overly op characters

2. BE ABLE to play more than a couple characters

3. be semi-literate ((:

4. i don’t do smut. maybe lewd, and insinuating sex but not actual smut.

Life hadn’t always been what Laviel had expected. It seemed every time she’d started to get a grasp on what she was doing with herself, she’d lose sight again. This was one of those times. It had been two years since she’d left her used-to-be home in Hell. Even now, she longed for her toxic goddess ex-girlfriend.

The red head released a weary sigh, and opened her eyes after lying in bed for several minutes when she awoke. She threw back her poofy white comforter and rubbed her face. Damn. She was really tired still. “Stephania!” she bellowed for her personal maid.

The vampire maid stepped into the room with boisterous smile. “Good morning, Ms. Moonglow.” Laviel had a soft spot for vampires. In fact, she loved them so much that she literally bought half of the vampire council just to be her staff. Never mind the fact that the goddess they worshipped was her ex. Laviel rubbed the grogginess out of her eyes some more. “Will you run me a bath? And have Bastion get breakfast ready. The person normally that normally does the hiring quit, so I’m stepping in to make sure the new hires are what we’re actually looking for.”

Laviel was the owner of a very large company. Most human governments were comfortable with having Laviel around, so long as she contributed to society like the rest of them, and, if it ever came down to it, helping them in cases of crisis. Many years ago when she established her place with the humans, she’d started the company with her first husband, who’d taken her last name. The company originally was in his name, and when he passed, no one bat an eye at the name transfer. Human officials that weren’t aware of Laviel’s nature just happened to be too stupid to figure her out from then. (i. e. she just used fake names)

Stephania smiled at her boss and without a word started complying. Once the bath was ready, Laviel stripped and got in while Stephania started scrubbing her. “Are you ready to visit the work-site again?” the vamp tried making small talk. Unfortunately, Laviel just wasn’t in the mood. “Mmm. Not really.” was all she said. The rest of the bath passed by in silence. When it was over, Stephania fetched Laviel’s food for her and the Amazon was on her way.

Laviel bit into the soft, homemade bagel spread with honey butter as she pulled her keys out of her purse and got in her car. Before she even knew it she was at the large building. It was as if she blinked. The dread of conducting boring interviews all afternoon hung over her. Reluctantly, she made her way into the building. A few workers saw her and immediately straightened upward. “Hello, Ms. Moonglow!” they chimed. She bid her greetings and entered the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor. Normally interviews were held at the 4th floor, but due to the circumstances, they were being held on the 7th floor today. Laviel sighed. Seven rings of Hell, Seven floors of it too. She thought to herself. Upon leaving the elevator she asked her assistant for a coffee and then entered her office and awaited the many beeps from Lexy—the assistant—signifying the next interviewee. There were eight interviews today. Laviel groaned and rested her head on the desk. This was going to be dreadfully boring.

Hours passed. Laviel went through seven long interviews of people droning on about how great of a worker they were. There was just one interview left, and she honestly was making herself do it because she so badly wanted to just go home. She could, too. What’s gonna happen? She gets fired? She’s the owner of the company. The Amazon sighed, knowing she needed to stay for the last interview even if she could leave.

#fantasy rp #literate rp #open rp #rp #supernatural rp #oc rp #new rp #discord rp #city rp #plz #i need rp partners i beg #i also don’t expect 7 paragraphs out of anyone lmao #but like #maybe at least 1-2 if not more yk #i put a lot of thought into my characters and replies so i expect the same yk ((:

[raverin-2]

The Drafts Outed By An Intern | BKDK | SocMed Au | 1

Summary: Izuku forgets to delete his drafts from his main account when he realizes that he wasn't typing on his private account, and Kota decides he's tired of it while he's in charge of Izuku's social media for the day.

Sidenote: Soft and messy, check out the TAGS.

Notes:

Ignore all times and dates (I tried to fix 'em, but the warning still comes) Text Messages & Twitter used All images are found on my pinterest, which you can find linked somewhere within my pinned post... CREDITS TO THE OWNERS!! Aged-Up Characters (it's not too important, but I wanted to note it 'cause Kota is interning)

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I. Another Forgotten Draft… WHAT?!

II. Izuberry, Delete The Drafts

Izuku sees the tweet when his notifications start pinging loudly from the phone sitting next to his computer. He was just trying to work through some files at him, it’s his day off, and he’s got to distract himself from asking Kacchan about his stupid date with Camie.

His jaw drops when he reads the tweet, and he’s immediately calling Kota because he knows he’s the one on Twitter duty today.

“Heya Deku, what’s up?”

“That strained tone tells me Emily has made it to the office. Why’d you do that?”

“Because you two keep fucking pining and never saying shit, and your drafts are FULL of little notes about him. Plus, I seen his ass with that bitch, I’m pissed at him too, so I’m getting both your heads out of your asses cause Eijirou sent it to Katsuki already!”

“Kota, that’s not okay, but I understand the reasoning. Give Emily the phone, please.”

It takes a minute, and Kota is grumbling. But Emily’s huff is distinct as it reaches his ear.

“Don’t be mad at him, just deal with it. He’s fine.”

“I’ll put out a statement that it was a prank by one of our mischievous interns.”

“Wonderful. Thank you.”

Izuku hangs up and doesn’t even get his phone on the desk before it’s pinging again.

III. Flashback To Drafts and Posts

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Part Two

~Chapter Breakdown~

#BKDK #SocMed Au #Getting together #social media #twitter #text messages #confessions in drafts #Kota meddles #idiots in love #boys in love #BakuDeku #Izuku x Katsuki #Katsuki x Izuku #I don't own the pictures used outside of the “Agency's pr statement”

[demonslayelover]

The Boys Table

Chapter 1

This is a Michael Afton x male oc book that I’m working on on my wattpad.

Warnings: murder, blood, William Afton, and bullying

Owen's p.o.v

"Mom can we pleaseee go to Circus Baby's pleaseee!!" My younger sister Alice whines.

"No I'm tired of that stupid place."I groan.

"Cmon Owen?" My mom begs me.

"No."

"I heard that the owners son might be there so you can play with him." Mom says trying to persuade me.

"Fine but this is the last time." I say grabbing my backpack and walking out the door.

‘I cannot believe they're making me come back to this creepy place.' I groan in my head as my mom and sister hop in the car.

At Circus Baby's...

"Alright I'm gonna go buy a pizza. Here's twenty bucks for games and here's your charger for your game." Mom says handing my sister a twenty and me my charger.

"Thanks mom." We say before running off in different directions.

I head to an empty table and sit down.

A boy with peach skin, brown hair,and the nicest blue eyes runs up to the table.

I look up and notice he has a foxy mask on his head.

"Hey boy! This is my table so beat it!!" The foxy mask says.

"Is your name on the table?" I ask not looking up from my game.

"My dad owns the place so all these tables are mine!!" The boy brags.

"Good for you." I say rolling my eyes.

"If you don't get up I'm gonna-"

"You're gonna what?" I ask.

"I'm gonna beat you up." He says.

"Ahhh I'm so scared!!" I sarcastically cry.

"Owen, where are you?" I hear my mom calling out for me.

I sigh and stand up from the table.

"It's yours man." I say walking away.

Michael's p.o.v

'Woah...' I say in my head.

I then feel butterflies in my stomach and my heart starts beating faster.

"Yo Mike, did you finally get that annoying boy to leave?" Jacob asks.

(Jacob is Bonnie mask)

"Y-yeah." I say clearing his head of the boy.

"Yeah he looked super annoying good thing you got rid of him." Anissa giggles.

(Anissa is Chica mask)

"Yeah nice job Mike." Wilson chuckles patting me on the back.

(Wilson is the Freddy mask)

"Whatever let's just eat." I say sitting down as Jacob sets the pizza down.

Owen's p.o.v

"Owen there you are where have you been?" Mom asks hugging me.

"I was talking with the owners son." I say.

"Ohhhhhh how was he?" Mom asks while looking around for Alicia.

"He was a brat." I say.

"Aww that's too bad." Mom says.

"Hey have you seen Alicia?" Mom asks.

"No I haven't." I say.

"Could you go check where Circus Baby is?" Mom asks.

"Sure." I say.

I then walk towards the area where Circus Baby was.

I look inside the room to see no one but Circus Baby.

I slowly creep into the room.

"Alicia?" I call out.

I look to where Circus Baby is and notice some red stuff dripping off of the stage.

"A-Alicia?" I call out scared.

I hop onto the stage and notice a pink bow and Alicia's hair pin.

I look at Circus Baby's face and notice the green and purple eye.

"AHHHHHHH!!!!!!!" I scream.

Multiple footsteps then rush into the room.

A pair of arms then wrap around my head.

"Hey hey what's wrong?" Foxy mask asks.

"C-circus Baby killed my sister!!!" I cry.

His breath freezes as he lets me go and runs up to the robot.

"MY BABY!" I hear my mom shout.

She then runs over to me and picks me up.

"What happened?" Mom asks.

"Circus Baby took Alicia!" I cry.

"What?" Mom asks in disbelief.

"I came in here like you asked and noticed r-red stuff dripping from the stage. I then walked closer to it and noticed Alicia's hairpin and a ribbon. Then I looked at Circus Baby's eyes and noticed Alicia's purple eye." I say.

A man then rushes in and notices me crying and Foxy mask on the stage.

"Goddamnit Elizabeth!" The man yells running onto the stage.

"YOU!" My mom yells letting me go and marching towards him.

"IT WAS YOUR ROBOT THAT TOOK MY CHILD AND IF YOU DON'T GET HER BACK IM GONNA-!!" Mom yells but is the cut off by the police pulling her back.

"Ma’am we're gonna have to ask you to calm down." One officer says.

"NO I WILL NOT HIS INVENTION TOOK MY BABY!" My mom cries.

"Ma'am if you don't calm down we're gonna have to take you outside." Another cop says.

I quickly wipe my tears and run to my mom.

I cling onto her and she picks me up.

"William Afton I swear you and your invention will regret the day you took my daughter from me." My mom growls as we walk away from Circus Baby's stage.

I turned around to check on Michael one last time and I could've sworn I saw Circus Baby wink at me.

I felt shivers go down my spine as me and my mom hurried out of that restaurant and out of the Aftons lives.

Or at least that's what we thought...

#fnaf michael afton #micheal afton #william afton #circus baby #fnaf afton #micheal afton x reader #maleoc

[audio-luddite]

In the belly of the beast.

It is a pain to get into. The cover is held by 8 small machine screws with four a bit hard to get to, two of which are very hard. Oh and that is after you wrestle the heavy thing off of the rack. I only did a visual check in general and did not adjust anything.

Ok the results of the inspection. The amplifier was in the shop at Innovative Audio in Surrey BC about 5 years before the previous owner bought it. I found a label that they use to book in all their work. Several of my pieces have been worked on there and got such labels. The work was done in 2015 when the thing would have been 25 ish years old. That was a pleasant surprise.

One of the items to replace in old tube amps is electrolytic capacitors. Seems that was done. The Stock ones are 800uF @ 450V and the big black ones here are 1000 uF @ 500V. Bigger can be stressful on a power supply (ask me how I know) but the amp charges through a thyristor which limits the current at turn on. You can see it in the photo as the gray disk just to the right of the big black capacitors. There is also a small cap on the board that looks like it may be original but is in good shape. So that big ticket item is off the list. ( yes I have spares for the little ones but they were cheap)

Biggest surprise is the tubes. None are stock as I was originally told. It looks like they are low hours as best a visual check can tell. The Shiny parts are nice and shiny. Those discolor when they get tired. They are 6550 which is the stock type, but they are US made Philips ECG type which is not stock. Likely made in the 1980s when Philips bought the US Sylvania factory. Stock ARC used Russian usually as they needed a steady supply. Philips shut down the plant just as ARC brought this to market. So somebody paid a premium for NOS 6550s I think. I pulled each one out and gave it a look. Each was hand labeled for position on the board and had a numerical value from the matching apparently most were 52 to 56, but one was less.

Pulling and moving the tubes can help with the contact of the pins in the sockets. I was a bit anal of me as I wore cotton gloves. Not really necessary, but old habits.

The driver tubes are also not stock. I had bought a set which is now a spare (not too expensive). There are four drivers and they were Toshibas. I had bought some Toshiba 6922s for my old tube preamp. They are very nice generally. I also pulled and put them back. The pins had a bit of heat discoloration, but the tubes looked good.

I looked for the connection test points for Bias when I decide to do that. They are stupid hard to access. Back in the day Dynaco would put an extra tube socket on the outside of their amp base and run test points to that. Such a simple idea. As ARC have it you need to use those hook clips to leads on two resistors and run this with covers on to get heat in then do the adjustments. I saw one photo where a guy had 4 digital multi meters hooked up to track the bias test voltage. I have two digital multi-meters. Still what an FN pain.

I was generally pleased with my inspection. So I put the covers back on and plugged everything back in. She fired up with no smoke or flames and I played a couple albums. All good. In fact it may have sounded a tiny bit different with the tubes getting their pins cleaned up a bit.

There's a minor niggle with the amp and that is it only takes 0.55 volts to drive it to full output. That's not much. I have to run the sp14 preamp with full attenuation and the volume turned way down. Not the optimal setting.

Insert my rant here about tubes sounding different from each other. Tube rollers love that, but to me it speaks of a problem with the concept. But hey I signed back on to the tube tribe.

#audiophile #high end audio #tubes vs transistors #audio research preamp #audio research amplifier #ARC Classic 60 amplifier

[magicsocasks]

I’m bored so I’m yeeting more OCs at y’all, will exchange pinned post for a more updated list of OCs sometime in the near future.

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(Edit: the cut didn’t work someone help me idk how to do this)

OC 6: Russet “Red” Kryss

(He/him, 14 years old)

I really need to use Red more! He’s pretty cool. Red, Clear’s adoptive brother, is a sweet lil boi. He’s not nearly as outgoing as his big sis, but that’s alright. She makes sure to include him in her friend group anyway. When he’s not busy working on stuff or hanging out in his room to recharge his social battery, he’s…. usually trying to get Clear out of some situation she got herself into. Poor guy needs a break.

OC 7: Yakiro “Yaki” Akira

(She/her, 15.5 years old)

Yaki’s another one of the sweetheart performers! She’s a music lover with a love for the spotlight and a big heart! Maybe too big for her own good, if I’m being honest... She loves her friends, is always happy to make new ones, and will protect them with her life. When someone she cares about is in danger, she’ll do her best to keep them safe and happy, even if she isn’t very good at it. There’s only one person that she’ll allow to stand in her way. You’ll meet him now.

OC 8: Ace Akira

(He/him, 15.5 years old)

Yes, the specification of a half year is important, it helps me keep my timelines straight with this duo. Ace is the immovable object to Yaki’s unstoppable force, the grumpy to Yaki’s sunshine, the… you get the picture. He’s not the most chatty person, or the most friendly, but he’s got a good heart in there somewhere. Maybe. You’ll just have to see. He’s willing to help people out (and sometimes chuckle to himself at their stupidity), though!

OC 9: Jake “Spark” Bryce

(He/him, 16 years old)

How many sweet performers with nicknames do I have in this thing?!

Do you like puns? Do you like sensitive bois? Do you like characters who almost definitely have an undiagnosed anxiety disorder and maybe some other stuff who knows? Well, then you’ll love Spark. He’s the last member of Aisu’s little friend trio and one of my more popular OCs among my friends… for whatever reason. (Seriously, what’s up with that?) He has zero idea what he’s doing half the time and I respect that.

OC 10: Elizabeth “Liza” Freeman*

(She/her, 26 years old)

*No relation to Morgan Freeman

Liza just wants to be left alone, but you know what? Let’s do exactly the opposite. She’s a tired coffee shop owner who needs a break, a decent sleep schedule, and therapy. However, she does have a soft side, especially for others who life’s put through the wringer. Most of the others are mid-attempt to drag her into their big friend group. Is it working? Who knows at this point? I certainly don’t.

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So there’s the second batch of characters! More coming whenever I feel like it, please send asks I need some way to spend my free time

#my ocs #oc ask blog #ocs #please help me I don’t know how to work this site #how to use cuts? #I never meant to yeet y’all into reading my long post

[totebagchiqbarista]

can we have a chat noir x reader x ladybug where chat and lady are constantly trying to out due in battles each other for the reader’s attention, even in school with adrian and marionette

a loving feeling

Pairing: Adrien/Chat Noir, Marinette/Ladybug x GenderNeutral!Reader

Here's the first request I got! I literally love this idea so much oh my god. I hope you like it :)

“Adrien, dude, go talk to them. Now’s your chance!“ said Nino, reassuringly patting his best friend on the back. Adrien’s palms sweat just because of the thought of talking to them. It had been so long since he felt anything other than platonic love for somebody and was losing his mind. Adrien knew he wasn’t the only one who saw Y/N as potentially someone who was to be more than a friend. How could he be? 

“Go! Now!“ Nino pushed him closer to the infatuating dream of his best friend. Disappearing in a split second he rebounded with his girlfriend. 

Adrien made a few steps. It has seemed the person of his dreams was way too far away from him. Fear grew with each step and his heart was now beating in his throat, unable to catch a breath. Yes! They are so close! He can see them, just a bit more. He is already there, just hanging by the tip of a finger... And suddenly he was in a broom closet. 

“Oh, Plagg I chickened out again“ Adrien cried, clenching his fists against the wall. The kwami flew around his head in an attempt to catch his gaze. 

“Honestly Adrien, you could only talk to them when you were Cat Noir. But when you’re...well you, you lose your mind!“ he spoke “You see, cheese doesn’t do that to a person“

“You’re a kwami“

“My point still stands.“

Adrien banged his hair against the wall. It’s true, he could always talk to them when he was dressed in black. “I'm going to talk to them, today!”

“You go to the same class, you talk to them every day “ Plagg rolled his eyes, getting tired of the same old story his owner has been playing over and over

The blonde boy shook his head trying to talk to Plagg on a serious note “You know what I mean”

Upon entering the class, Marinette stumbled over her thoughts. She had decided she will talk to them today. She had no idea how, but she had put her mind to it. She is doing this.

"Hi, Marinette," said Y/N when they saw the bluenette deep in her thought.

Marinette's eyes widened in surprise, her breath hitching in her throat. She had to process what is happening before she could open her mouth.

"O-oh, hi, Y/N. Are you how? I mean, how you are?" she felt embarrassed by the inability to speak as she tried to collect herself "How are you?"

"I'm good, thanks. Do you want to sit next to me today? Nino and Alya sat together." they questioned, pointing to the couple in love, sat in the second row.

Marinette's face lit up in joy as she shook her head in approval "Yeah, I will". The two sat down in the first row, waiting for the class to start.

"So, Y/N, tell me, um do you- want to-" Blue-haired girl started as the duo collected their bags and headed towards the door. Y/N watched the girl carefully until she was interrupted by a loud cheer behind them.

They turned around, meeting eyes with a pair of green ones that lit under the blonde hair. "Hi, Adrien!" they waved in response.

Marinette's face reddened. It wasn't just because of the Adrien himself who too, made her blush a little. But it was because he could not have found the worse time to come by...

Her fingers twitched as she watched him smile sweetly and sly to the person she was just about to ask out. He had a kind, heart-warming smile on his face, and he was talking so softly to them. His fingers twirled in his blonde hair as he...

Marinette's face widened at the realization. The guy was stealing her date!

"Actually, we were talking you can come back by later" she interrupted blushing Adrien, taking Y/N's hand in hers and walking off. Without thinking, Adrien reached out, grabbing Y/N's hand. His fingers wrapped around their wrist. "Why can't I join you?" he blurted.

"Of course you can!" Y/N exclaimed

"No, you can't. Don't you have a fencing class to attend to?" Marinette fought back, crossing her hands on her chest.

"It got postponed"

"It never does"

"But today it has so I have an hour of free time"

Y/N watched as the two held a strong eye contact filled with rage and jealousy. Their bodies came closer and closer as they fought back and forth for their attention.

Suddenly, the door of the school burst open, shrieks fulfilling the building. A woman dressed in black entered, her ripped dress falling to the floor. Silver hair of hers flowed in the wind as she wrapped her fingers tighter around the machine in her hand. Two rat ears grew on the tip of her head and a tail that followed the theme.

She walked around, shooting every random passenger and turning them into...rats?

"We have to hide!" Y/N exclaimed as they took both of their hands, leading them into a classroom.

Marinette stuttered, ripping their hands apart even though that was the last thing she wanted to do. "I forgot my bag in the other classroom, I have to get that, it's important, you guys go hide now!"

Y/N nodded, running again, leaving Adrien to follow along. "Locker rooms! We can hide there" he said, grabbing them by the hand and running to the secure place in school.

"Chloe! Where are you Chloe!" the rat lady yelled, leading her way through the corridors of the Françoise Dupont High School. "Hide here," he said, showing them a safe place in one of the lockers.

"You too." They said pointing to the one across. Adrien only nodded in response and faking it once they were completely safe. The blonde's legs carried him to the bathroom by the speed of light.

Closing the door he took a moment to take a deep breath and rest his back against the wall. His kwami reappeared in front of his face, waiting for a word. Something. Anything.

"Don't you have a significant other to save, Adrien?"

Adrien got himself on his feet, away from the daydreams. Plagg was right, he did everything better when he was Chat Noir, so saving them should be as easy too. Maybe then he can finally talk to them without interruptions or his own fears.

The blonde nodded. "Plagg claws out!"

Although they knew they could be in danger, Y/N couldn't take being locked up in a locker anymore. She stepped out, only to be met by Adrian's open locker. The rat lady must have got to him.

"Stupid" they hummed to themselves as they looked around, figuring out what to do.

Suddenly, the door to the locker room opened and the infamous black cat costume appeared before them, taking their breath as always. "Well hello I guess we're stuck in danger together," he said flirty "Might as well make the most out of it" he bowed down before them.

"Poor kitty, and where's your lady?" They said, teasingly to the cat boy who so desperately tried to get under their skin.

"Said she will be right back."

And just on queue, the lady in red stormed into the room. Taking a look at Chat Noir once she sighed. "I'm sorry to do this, but it's important. Multimouse, I need you." She handed the already well-known miraculous box to them as they nodded in response.

It was safe to say Chat Noir was losing his mind. His eyes widened at the sudden information, as he stared at them in amazement. "You're Multimouse?!" he squeaked. Thinking back on the previous times Multimouse came to help and he did nothing but flirt with them. There was something that stood out about them and he never knew what. Now, it all made sense.

Then yet again, he wonders how whenever Multimous was around, Ladybug also got way more talkative and goofy and eager for their attention. He remembers all the fights over Multimouse he and the lady had led. It all came together now.

"Of course I am," they said, tying the necklace around their neck and meeting with Mullo, once again.

"I've missed you Y/N," Mullo said, happily flying around.

"I can say the same" they responded, ready to transform "Mullo, get squeaky!"

"Wow," both of the Paris' superheroes were smitten. Stealing a dirty look from each other for one last time they created a plan with Multimouse to defeat Ninkilia. As Ladybug said, she is completely sure the Akuma is in her hand machine.

"That's the plan, just follow my lead" she finished her speech

"As you wish my lady" Multimouse chimed in before Chat Noir could say anything. Ladybug's hot cheeks were prominent through her mask, and the cat looked nothing but jealous.

"R-right, let's go" the girl with spots exclaimed, her cheeks still burning red.

Jumping from the roof, Multimouse teased the villain. "A mouse? No!" Ninkilia yelled. "If you can live in the garbage now, why can't you do it in a form of a true rat itself" she cried as she shot around random people on the street.

"We have to get to her hand machine quickly," Chat Noir said fighting the lady in black. "And maybe then we can go somewhere just the two of us."

He winked at Multimouse who only laughed, and earned a look of pure hatred from Ladybug. Expecting a comment on his own behalf, Chat Noir was surprised by the lady's response. "You don't want to go with him trust me. I know the best ice cream in town."

Multimouse only laughed "Let's get rid of this rat lady first," they said "Multitude!"

"No, not the mice!" Ninkilia desperately tried shooting the little mice around her as they climbed up her legs. Ladybug's yoyo wrapped around her, pinning her to the ground.

"Chat Noir!" Ladybug exclaimed.

"Cataclysm"

The Akuma has been purified and the trio has once more, saved the day. "Pound it!"

"It has been a pleasure working with you" black cat smiled sheepishly, taking the mouse's hand and kissing it softly. "Will I have the pleasure of seeing you again soon?"

"We'll see," they said, signalizing Ladybug it's time to go.

Ladybug pulled them close, taking them by the waist and already feeling her heart beat faster. Multimouse, or precisely, Y/N placed their head in the crook of her neck and sent shivers down her spine. Soon, they were flying through the air, holding just by her yoyo.

"Thank you for choosing me," they said, as they scootched closer to her body, clinging in fear of falling down.

"How could I not?"

Marinette's heartbeat raced faster as they shared a soft smile. If it were up to her, she would like to fight alongside them all the time.

#miraculous marinette #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #chat noir #chat noir x reader #marinette x reader #ladybug x reader #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #adrien x reader #mlb #mlb adrien #plagg #tikki #mullo #imagine #one-shot #fanfiction #miraculous

[theghostofblackbunnymask]

A11 into Y13 for Schlatt? This fits his drunken episodes too well kdkfkrkskdjdj or maybe if you don’t accept 2 prompts at the same time then Y6?

Author's note- I almost deleted this one on accident-

Warnings- Abuse, alcohol, cursing, blood, crying, fear, drunken outbursts.

Yandere Schlatt x reader

Schlatt and Quackity were arguing again, because Schlatt doesn't respect Quackity. Y/N was sitting on a chair as the two fought. Quackity slammed the door as he left.

"Fucking bitch... He expects me to respect when he has a flat ass, never had pussy in his entire life, and when his ideas are stupid as hell," Schlatt said as he grabbed a bottle of alcohol and sat next to Y/N, wrapping his arm over their waist and sitting them on his lap.

Schlatt popped open the bottle and began chugging. Y/N tried pushing Schlatt away so they can get off his lap, but his grip only tightened.

"Ugh... Get me another bottle..."

Schlatt pushed Y/N off his lap and threw the bottle at them, making them flinch.

"Pathetic... And get me a pack of cigarettes," Schlatt said.

"Ok..." Y/N said.

"Did I say you could talk?" Schlatt asked with anger in his eyes.

Y/N shook their head as they got up. Schlatt smirked and threw his head back in laughter.

"You get scared so easily. You're pathetic."

Y/N walked out of the room and towards one of Schlatt's alcohol cabinets. Quackity walked by and stopped Y/N.

"Don't bother... Everytime he gets drunk he ends up hurting you and becomes a massive dick," Quackity said, taking the bottle of alcohol that was in Y/N's hand.

Y/N just looked down at the ground as Quackity looked at the bottle, waiting a response.

"Schlatt isn't here you know. You can talk."

"I know...But if I don't he just hurts me, a lot..."

Quackity looked at Y/N with sympathy in his eyes.

"Here, just, be careful, ok? If anything happens come to me, ok?"

Y/N nodded as they took back the bottle of alcohol and grabbed a pack of cigarettes. When Y/N got back Schlatt was lying down on the couch.

"Took you long enough bitch. Give me my shit," Schlatt said, sticking his hand out.

Y/N gave him the bottle and cigarettes. Schlatt popped open the bottle and began go drink it.

2 hours later...

Y/N was glued to Schlatt as he finished his 20th bottle, he was drunk drunk. Schlatt was lying down which made Y/N lie down on his chest.

"Schlatt..." Y/N whispered.

"Ugh... What do you want whore?" Schlatt asked, throwing the bottle in his hands towards the wall, making it break with a loud crash.

Y/N flinched due to the noise, it reminded them at all the times Schlatt would yell at them.

"I-I... Can I leave? I don't want to be here anymore and I'm tired..." Y/N whispered.

Schlatt sat up and looked at Y/N with a poker face. Schlatt looked at you dead in the eyes in silence.

"You think you can leave?" Schlatt asked, pinning you down on the couch.

Y/N just turned their head to the side trying to hold back tears. Schlatt's breath smelled like alcohol as he looked down at them.

"You said that you love me... Why do you do this..." Y/N said, tears beginning to fall from their face.

Schlatt smirked darkly before laughing hysterically. Schlatt kicked Y/N off the couch and onto the floor, he walked towards them and bent down to grab their face. Schlatt digged his nails into their skin as they cried.

"I never loved you! You're just my toy, a muse, something I use to entertain myself whenever I'm bored, and if you think even for a second your something more or less than that, I'll fucking beat you, got it brat?"

Y/N grabbed Schlatt's wrist and tried to push him away. Y/N began to shake at the thought of getting hurt again.

"I'm not a brat, I'm not a brat, I'm not a brat," Y/N whispered over and over again as the gripped their head.

Schlatt stood up and looked down at Y/N, his hair making a shadow go over his eyes. His mouth turned into sinister smirk and he pulled out a knife.

"I warned you..."

"Schlatt wait... No... NO SCHLATT STOP!"

4 hours later...

Quackity was walk towards Schlatt's office holding a stack of paperwork that he had to fill out. As Quackity got closer to Schlatt's office, he could hear the sound of glass breaking.

"Hm?" Quackity said as he opened the door.

Quackity dropped the paperwork in horror, Y/N was in a pool of their own blood as Schlatt stood over them. Schlatt stood there with a broken bottle in his hands.

"No no no no no no..." Quackity said as he ran toward Y/N and went on his knees.

"Y/N please..." Quackity asked as tears went down his face, Quackity looked at Y/N's arms and back since they were covered in the most blood, and lazily carved into there skin was 'Property Of Schlatt.' Quackity clenched his fist in anger as he stood up and looked at Schlatt dead in the eyes.

"Schlatt... WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?!"

Schlatt lazily looked at Quackity with no emotion.

"Whores need to learn their place, and if they think they're above their owners, they get punished," Schlatt said, sitting at his desk as he opened another bottle of alcohol.

Quackity looked at him with disgust before picking up Y/N.

"Schlatt... You don't fucking deserve this country, and you especially don't deserve Y/N," And then he slammed the door shut as he left.

The next day...

"Ugh... Y/N?" Schlatt said, looking around the room.

Schlatt was on his couch with his suit shirt in shambles. Standing up, Schlatt left the room and into the hallway.

"Big Q! Where's Y/N?" Schlatt asked, getting Quackity's attention.

"Why would I tell you after you nearly beat them go death!"

"What?"

"When you got drunk last night you had one of your outburst, and you took it out on Y/N, you're lucky they are still fuckimg alive! They almost died from blood loss. Do you have anything to say for yourself?"

Quackity stood there waiting for an answer. Schlatt was processing what Quackity just said.

"You fucking disgust me..."

Quackity walked off, leaving Schlatt alone. Schlatt looked around the White House until he heard the sound of crying.

"Y/N?" Schlatt asked as he entered.

Y/N was on a bed with their arms, legs, neck and chest all covered bandages. Y/N looked up in horror before covering their head with their arms and pushing themselves against the head of bed.

"Please no more, I'll be a good doll, I won't be a brat, I'll be good, I promise," Y/N begged as they curled up into a ball.

Schlatt stood there in shock, he's done this multiple times in the past, but he never felt bad. But this time he felt so much regret. Schlatt looked at his hands and only saw blood, Y/N's blood. Schlatt slowly walked towards the bed and sat next to Y/N. Y/N cried even harder and tried to be as far away from Schlatt as possible. Schlatt began to realize what he did and began to tear up in regret. Schlatt pulled Y/N into a hug ashe cried into their shoulder. Due to fear and instinct, Y/N began to push him away, trying to get him away just incase he was going to hurt them.

"I'M SORRY I'M SORRY! Please forgive me, I won't do it again, I promise..." Schlatt said, pulling back from the hug to look at Y/N.

Y/N sat there in shock, their drooping down to their tear streaked eyes.

"Do you... Mean it?" Y/N whispered, look at him with bloodshot eyes.

Schlatt nodded his head and picked Y/N up bridal style, and walked out of the room.

"I won't hurt you again, I promise..."

Another one of his many lies, but you were desperate for comfort, so you didn't care.

#yandere mcyt #mcyt x reader #yandere dream smp #yandere dream #Yandere Schlatt #dream smp x reader #dreamsmp x reader #schlatt x you #schlatt x reader #Schlatt x reader #Quackity

[deobitchxx]

request! 

synopsis: the jealousy in your boyfriend led to an unexpected sex warning(s): filth smut ig?? degradation, slight slapping, chocking, breeding, multiple orgasms and overstimulation to the point y/n squirted so minors kindly dni! <3 prompt(s): 83 - it's sir, understood? 88 - be quiet or i have no choices but let them know what a whore you are underneath me 89 - do you have fun teasing the shit out of me? notes: i get too carried on with the plot thus leading it to be quite long than usual </3 my apologies

it was unprofessional of him to behave like this. to be precise, was it even your fault to begin with? it was your job as an idol and you can’t just say no to your manager. you needed the money and you were sure you could gain more popularity by accepting the commercial. it was quite new for a rising idol to be modelling for a lingerie company, but you were proud with your body proportions. plus, the thoughts of money flowing into your bank account can’t bring the smile on your face away. however, you weren’t informed that you’ll have a co-model for the month of promotion. you were shocked once you saw the quite provocative images by the side, the team expected you to pose equally the same or at least giving such vibes with your fellow co-worker. a male voice appeared as you turned to face the owner of the voice, seeing lee sangyeon, the leader of your boyfriend’s group. it was definitely an awkward situation for both of you, especially when sangyeon often saw you hanging around in their dorm during your leisure time. it was too late for both of you to back out and you knew it would only cause an unnecessary scene, leading to a heavy dark weird atmosphere in the studio. therefore, both of you decided to put all the thoughts behind and posed for the camera professionally.

you didn’t dare to bring the issue to your boyfriend, afraid that he would feel weird or distance himself with his leader. that’s the least you want since their group was busy preparing for their comeback. though both of you had busy schedules, there wouldn’t be a time where both of you would empty your time just to meet even though it was only for a few minutes. strangely, both of you had free time during the weekend. your company decided to give you a break during the weekend after your hard work during the weekdays while for your boyfriend, juyeon, the company decided not to pressure them too much. they gave them ample time to rest during the weekends though they still have to practise for plenty of hours. well, better than nothing right? juyeon appreciated everything the company gave to him, thus leading both of you to cuddle in his room. thanks to their recent success, the company managed to provide a new dorm for the members for their own comforts and some chose to have their own rooms while some choose to be roommates with their own members. for juyeon, he preferred being alone and since it was hard for idols to go out for dates, both of you often have your dates in his room. he wasn’t alone to begin with, some members apparently bring their significant others to their dorm too and they planned a conspiracy to not tell their managers. 

“how’s your week going?” his voice was so soothing, it almost brought you to sleep but you didn’t want to waste your free time with him sleeping. being in his arms as he cuddled you on his bed, you snuggled closer to his muscular body, getting a little bit comfortable under the huge comforter. the netflix show that was playing through the projector spontaneously became a music background, both of you weren’t paying much attention to what's showing since it was re-watched for the fifth time. since your arms were wrapping around his waist, you were drawing a circle on the naked skin, defining his packs. “nothing new, just as usual. how about yours? how was the preparation going?” it was your turn to ask him, looking up to face the beloved man in your life. with his right arm under your neck, casually landing his hand on your shoulder, he pulled you closer while rubbing your skin, “tired and stressed. preparing for a comeback would always be so bittersweet.” you nodded, understanding the feeling damn too well since you are an active idol too. “sangyeon leads us very well, i’m glad he’s the leader.” juyeon added, the day of you having a photoshoot with him suddenly flashed in your mind. starting to feel anxious, you fiddled with your fingers and the taller one noticed it. “something wrong?” 

“promise that you won’t get angry.” the doe eyes started to play its role, making juyeon soften by your expression as he gently caressed your hair, tucking them behind your ear before touching your ear. “i won’t promise, but i’ll try my best.” that’s what you like about juyeon. he wasn’t a good liar, nor good at being straight-forward but he’ll always choose the right words to not hurt you. exhaling the breath you didn’t know you held in, you cross-sitting on the mattress, leading the other to sit too while leaning his back against the bed frame. unlocking your phone and immediately going to the gallery, you showed him a few pictures from the previous photoshoot with sangyeon. “the lingerie company i’m currently modelling in just told me that i’ll be working with sangyeon starting from this month's promotion. i didn’t know about it, nor was it mentioned in the contract. both of us were informed right when we arrived at the destination.” you finally confessed the long ago things you’d been wanting to tell him, hoping he won’t be angry for the sudden confession. “i didn’t want to tell you yet because you were busy with your comeback. i didn’t want to make you more stressed, let alone having the intention to make you feel bad..” you bit your lips, head down as your eyes glued to your legs, suddenly found your legs attractive to look on. you expect for a disappointed sigh or the sudden raise in his voice, but instead you earned a chuckle from your boyfriend. 

looking up to face his reaction, it was true that he wasn’t showing any bad feedback at all. he rather gave you a smile before patting his lap and being the obedient girlfriend you are, you wasted no time in climbing to his lap.  “do you think i would get angry at this?” you nodded, earning another chuckle from him as his hands went to grab your chin, the sudden grasp startled you and he forced you to face him. “well you guessed it right. what gave you the right to think that i won’t be angry?” his fingers slowly tracing down to your collarbone, sensually touching them before landing his fingers on each side of your neck. “did you have fun doing the photoshoot with my leader?” you shook your head as a no, reducing the intake of oxygen as he pressed the sides tighter. it can’t be denied, angry and jealous juyeon is one of your favourite genres. “cat got your tongue?” he lowered a few octaves as you shook your head again, “n-no..” his other hand straight went to cup one of your breasts, earning a choked moan from his girlfriend. “i was already mad enough to know that you are modelling for a lingerie company but having sangyeon as your partner? that’s fucking pathetic.” he soon added, “whores like you sure like to play with my friends huh.” 

the sudden flip made you gasped, his strength never failed to impress you as he topped you, lips crashing with yours while fingers ripping every clothes of yours. as soon as your body was only covered by your undergarments, his lips went down to your neck, tongue casually covering your skin with his saliva. “fucking mad that you would agree with such stupid photoshoot,” he groaned against your skin, unclasping your bra to free your boobs and teeth sinked to one of your buds. “f-fuck juyeon-” “it’s sir, understood?” you nodded your head, so close to grip his hair but his hand was quick enough to pin your wrists on your head. “did i allow you to touch me? fucking needy slut who can’t keep her hands.” the pathetic whimpers that escaped from your lips produced beautiful melodies to juyeon’s ears, circling his tongue around your aroused nipples. the way he sucked into your nipples were quite hard to the point you were thinking if milk would suddenly come out but you knew it was impossible since you weren’t pregnant yet. after paying much attention to both of your breasts, his other hand cupped each of them, not wanting to leave it untouched while going south, facing your clothed cunt. letting out a sharp and loud moan, his hands now held your thighs, preventing you from moving much. 

“be quiet or i have no choice but let them know what a whore you are underneath me.” juyeon growled and you nodded, biting your lips from letting out another embarrassing moan. teeth holding onto the band of your panty, he slid it off and threw it somewhere around his room. the sudden emptiness made you whimper, blurting out incoherent words which juyeon assumed you wanted something to be done with your pussy. it was helplessly wet and you were too horny for a foreplay, but you knew you weren’t in control- especially when the angry juyeon was in between your legs. flicking his tongue against your folds, you held in the moan though you were sure soft moans managed to escape, hands gripping the bed sheet tightly. the sounds of your mewl began to reflect the whole room, whoever passing by juyeon’s room would surely knew what both of you were up for. “p-please..” you shook your head erratically, not wanting to get teased by the man beneath you but instead earning a cold silence as he slowly moved his tongue on your clit. “mmmff-” the bite on your lower lips got harsher, your fingers were finding anything that was impossible to hold onto. “sir please, no m-more mmmh,” you rolled your eyes to the back in sudden ecstasy as he left a long lick on your clit. maybe you were too horny or you were sex deprived, the liquid on his face maybe could explain it. 

“wow,” juyeon smirked, wiping the cum on his face with his thumb and licking it, looking up to face you as you were trying to easen your breath. “were you too fucking horny? i barely touch you,” the uneven breath responded to him, you can’t even form a proper sentence to the dominant one. “but above all of them, you came without my permission.” his tone got deeper as he reached for your neck, causing you to choke at the sudden grab. “and you know what sluts like you should do, right?” nodding your head off, switching your position as he now sat on the bed and you were in between his legs. “suck.” he demanded after you struggled taking his shorts off, greeted by the proudly standing wood right in-front of your face. licking the veins that stood out angrily as you pushed the tip into your mouth, slightly gagging at the sudden growth. you were taking too long and it wasn’t exactly what juyeon needed so he held your hair in a ponytail, pushing your mouth to the base and thrusting his hips up, causing you to gag. juyeon often informed you about the safe words and taps if it was getting overwhelming to you and since he didn’t receive any of them yet, he kept on forcing your mouth to his root, letting out a satisfied grunt by the warmth of your mouth. you knew that it was one of his favourite things in sex, well you liked it too, having his huge dick in your mouth. you preferred it more when he gets rough to you and that’s what exactly you got from him. 

bobbing your head according to the rhythm the latter just set to you, closing his eyes as his climax reaching soon. noticing it, popping out with the sound of ‘pop’ before circling your mouth around his tip with your fingers playing with his balls, dangerously close to his hole, deciding to tease him a bit and that would be the worst thing you ever chose to do on that day. tightening the grip on your hair as he yanked you off from his dick, forcing you to face him. “do you have fun teasing the shit out of me? do you think it’s cute to tease me?” you shook your head as a no but only to be responded with a slap on your cheek and hell, that fucking turned you on. “answer me, whore.” “n-no.” “no what?” the overwhelming pleasure was too much for you, pressing your legs tightly as the knot in your stomach was appearing again. “no s-s-sir.” a cheeky smirk could be heard afterwards as he threw you on the bed, hand still on your neck while the other reached to his dick, lining it up to your vaginal hole. “sluts like you should be put into their places back.” 

the sudden thrust into your hole caused you to let out another choked moan as he wasted no time in thrusting his hips against yours, the slapping sounds against wet skins were too obvious to be hidden anymore. following with your pathetic whimpers and sobs, you would have a hard time to face his teammates soon. knocking the breath out from you as he bottomed out, pulling out only to be slamming back into the tight hole of yours. the increase in speed led to another embarrassing moans of yours, incoherent words started to blurt out and the bed cracking against the wall surely left nightmares to whoever was in the dorm. “s-sir, s-sir mmmf sir please,” juyeon somehow managed to catch on what you were saying, raising an eyebrow as his hand went up to caress your hair gently, totally contrasting to the thrusts of his hips. “please what, kitten?” “anything s-sir, any-mmf fuck anything sir. just wanted to c-come,” the tears on the corner of your lips were getting clearer, the pleasures he gave to you were inexplicably good. “then come.” managed to get permission from your boyfriend, back arched as tears fell down, you screamed out loud as soon as you released, giving no fucks that he was still living with his members and some of them were probably having their rests in their own rooms. 

the pretty moan escaping from your lips was soon muffled as his lips caught yours, hips still not stopping from thrusting into you as it got impossibly faster and deeper. you swore you could see the bulge in your stomach and fuck, that made you wet again. “gonna cum in you,” juyeon whispered against your lips as soon as both of you parted off, the thought of breeding you making him insanely turned on and it could be proven by the changes in thrusts. “would you like that?” he asked as you once again nodded erratically, moaning a ‘please’ causing him to smirk, “of course, sluts like you should be breeded.” soon followed by him cumming into you as you could feel the long and thick ropes filling you up. you too were turned on by the thought of getting breeded, not realising that you just squirted on his dick. finishing riding his orgasm out in your hole, juyeon slowly pulled his dick off only to watch some of his cum dripping down to your thighs. the combination of your squirt and his cum on your thighs were putting him over the edge as he leaned in to lap the liquid off, earning a whimper from you as you grip his hairs, shaking your head. “t-too much. too much sir,” you squirmed but he ignored you and that caused you to have your orgasm for the fourth time. 

“good girl, my good girl.” juyeon praised you, giving endless pecks on your lips and forehead, “you did so well for me, princess.” ignoring the mess right in-front of them, he pulled you into a hug, pecking the crown of your head as you snuggled closer to him, finding no strength in moving at all. “did i went too harsh on you?” you shook your head as a no, wrapping your arms tighter around his well-defined waist and rested your head on his chest. “i’m sorry if i did, i got too carried away with my jealousy.” “it’s fine, juyeon. in fact, i like it.” you looked up to him and assured him with a peck on his cheek, responding to his smile. “next time, don’t hesitate to tell me if things like these happen again, okay? i promise i won’t be mad- at least, not like this. plus, you looked too hot for the shoot, guess i was too aroused by it.” you giggled at his sudden confession and nodded, pulling him closer to your body. “i love you.” “i love you too, my princess,” said your boyfriend as he pecked the top of your head again before putting both of you to a quick nap.

#juyeon smut #lee juyeon smut #the boyz smut #the boyz drabbles #the boyz juyeon #the boyz imagines #the boyz scenarios #juyeon scenarios #juyeon drabbles #juyeon imagines #lee juyeon scenarios #lee juyeon drabbles #lee juyeon imagines

[spookyboywhump]

An owner is stupid and Cain gets hit

CW: Pet whump, beating, biting, mentions of blood

***

 Typically Cain didn’t like to linger around too long after the fights. He knew Zander would be tired, and while he didn’t particularly care, he also didn’t like dealing with an exhausted, cranky dog, especially when that dog was Zander. He hadn’t been able to escape the conversation though, the man who stopped him wouldn’t shut up and Cain was seriously considering snapping at him just so he’d leave him alone. 

 “So, what do you give that dog to make him fight as well as he does?” The handler, Andrés, asked, motioning to Zander. At his side stood the white haired man who Zander had beat senseless not all that long ago, glaring at the three of them with nothing but hatred in his eyes. Cain thought that was a little rude, after all, Wren hadn’t done anything to him. 

 “I don’t give him anything, he just knows better than to fuck up.” He told him. He didn’t care for the implication that he was drugging his dog, he’d never had to resort to that. Honestly he didn’t ever plan to, even this place had standards and it would only cause trouble for him if he got caught. 

 “Right, right, he’s just that vicious on his own.” He said sarcastically, and Cain rolled his eyes.

 “Look at him, he’s perfectly fine, perfectly calm right now. He’s just like that. Your dog on the other hand looks a little pissed off.” He said, motioning towards him. “Might wanna calm him down. Thanks for the chat, I guess, but I really have to get going.” He motioned to the boys to follow him, turning his back on Andrés. He’d only taken a step before he heard the handler speak up behind him, saying only two words that caught his attention.

 “Pierce, attack.”

 Cain whipped around only to be grabbed by the man, he didn’t even get a chance to throw his arms up to defend himself before his fist connected with his jaw, hard enough it knocked him to the ground. He was so stunned that for a moment all he could do was raise a hand to his jaw, the aching pain already spreading through the side of his face. He heard Zander shout and he instinctively tried to get up but Pierce was quicker, he was on him in an instant, pinning him down and bringing a fist down on his face, Cain crying out as blood gushed from his nose, a sickening sound was more than enough to tell him it was broken. 

 “F-Fuck, get, get the fuck off!” He shouted, trying to shove the man away. He was stronger though, of course he was, Cain had to turn his face so he wouldn’t land another hit on his already broken nose, his eyes squeezed shut. He was only able to hit him once more, he opened his eyes when he heard Pierce swear, only to roughly be dragged off him. At first he wasn’t quite sure what happened, still dazed from being hit, but as he was finally able to sit up he saw Zander had Pierce by the hair, one arm locked tightly around his throat.

 “Would you fucking calm down?!” He snapped at him, struggling to keep a hold of him. Pierce growled, his sharp nails digging into Zander’s arm as he managed to get free enough to bite down, Zander grit his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, visibly trying not to make a sound. Cain was almost impressed, Andrés had spared no expense on his dog and he had sharp fangs that matched Zander’s, he couldn’t imagine how much that must’ve hurt. 

 Speaking of his owner, Andrés seemed more annoyed than anything, his attention on Zander now.

 “Hey!” He yelled, but Zander seemed to ignore him, hitting Pierce hard on the side of his head to try and get him to let go. He looked like he wanted to put a stop to this but he wasn’t about to call off his own dog, but for some reason he seemed to think Zander of all people would listen to him. “Let him go, mutt!” He snapped. Cain was certain Zander would’ve given him the finger if his hands were free. He managed to get Pierce to stop biting him, blood running all down his arm as he threw him to the floor, kneeling on his back and pinning his wrists to the floor, trying to catch his breath. 

 “Call him off, now!” He snapped at Andres, only further offending the man.

 “Don’t you dare-”

 “Just do it!” Cain told him, holding a hand over his bleeding nose. He was trying to keep himself together, disheveled and shaken by the whole thing. He was surprised Zander even had the energy to do all this after already going through one fight, and he almost found it hilarious that this was essentially playing out the exact same way, he probably would’ve laughed if he wasn’t so stunned by the whole ordeal. It wasn’t every day that somebody had the audacity to let their dog loose on Cain Whitaker. Andres looked reluctant, more than anything he probably didn’t want to admit defeat, but finally he relented.

 “Pierce, that’s enough.” He said, and instantly the man went still, while Zander looked to Cain, almost as though he were waiting for permission to get off him. Cain nodded, and he let go of him, getting up but still standing nearby just in case he decided to try something stupid. Pierce did get up but he retreated back over to his owner. He didn’t look as scary when he knew he was in trouble with his owner, who didn’t look as confident now that he was in trouble with Cain. He seemed to think that Cain would do the same thing he did, he was watching Zander carefully as he came back to Cain’s side, even taking a step back when Zander growled at him. Cain was pretty sure he did it for his own amusement rather than to actually scare him. 

 “Are you alright?” Cain asked Zander, taking his arm with his own bloodstained hands to look it over. There were deep scratches all over his arm, along with two deep puncture wounds.

 “I’m fine. Your face is fucked though.” He said bluntly. “More than it already was anyway-”

 “Okay that’s enough, shut up.” He told him. “We’ll have Andrew look at your arm just in case. And you,” He said, looking to Andres, “Should consider yourself lucky I don’t have your mutt put down for that. Get the fuck out of here and if I fucking see you here again I’ll have Zander return the favor you did for me.” He said, smirking at him. Even though he had blood running all down his face and staining his shirt, they both knew he was still in control here, and they both knew that Andres had done something very, very stupid. Cain figured he’d assume he was getting off easy, maybe stay away for a while until he thought Cain forgot about it, but if anything he’d happily wait for Andres to dare to try to come back, Zander would already know what to do. 

 Andres was at least smart enough to not say anything to make his situation worse, leashing Pierce again before stalking away with him. Cain realized that while Zander was next to him, Wren wasn’t clinging to him, and he turned around to see the boy had retreated a few feet away from the whole ordeal, anxiously holding the end of his leash in his own hands. His eyes were wide and he looked scared, but Wren always looked that way, and he obediently came back to them when Cain motioned him over. He was trembling slightly, and he kept nervously looking between them, but at least staying away meant at least one of them wasn’t covered in blood. That of course was something they needed to take care of, and he knew Andrew would be shocked to see them again so soon. As he led them back, he made a mental note to himself to give Zander a bit of a break that week, he had done more than enough to deserve it.

 ***

 “Are you sure your arm is alright…?” Wren asked, still looking uneasy as they sat in bed, getting ready to finally turn in for the night. Even just watching the event seemed to have bothered him, and Zander couldn’t blame him, it was a surprise to him too. He didn’t think anyone would be stupid enough to do that to Cain of all people.

 “Yeah, it’s nothing I haven’t had before.” He shrugged, looking at the bandages wrapped around his forearm. He didn’t even need stitches or anything in the end, Andrew just reminded him to keep the bite wounds clean and wrapped his arm up before dealing with Cain, who was taking his first broken nose very well. Zander had a feeling he was more pissed off than he was letting on. Something still seemed to be bothering Wren, focused on picking at his fingers.

 “Why… why did you help him?” He asked after a few moments. Zander wasn’t even sure how to answer that, it didn’t really occur to him to not help him. 

 “Why wouldn’t I?” He asked, his eyebrows raised, and Wren looked up at him, clearly confused.

 “Because he’s Cain. He’s done much worse than that to you, if you had lost that fight he would’ve tortured you. He’s a fucking asshole, why does he even deserve your help?” He asked, and Zander had to think about it.

 “Well… I just don’t like seeing him hurt. It’s not really about whether or not he deserves it. It’s just wrong to me, I don’t like seeing him in pain or seeing somebody attack him, you know?”

 “I actually thought it was pretty funny.” Wren said bluntly, and Zander couldn’t help but laugh. 

 “I don’t exactly blame you, I just don’t really feel the same way. I’ve seen Cain hurt a lot worse than that, I’ve seen him… vulnerable, I guess, and I wasn’t able to help when I should’ve, when he absolutely deserved to be helped. And I don’t like thinking about that, and I don’t want to see him that way.” He told him. It didn’t seem to change his mind any, but he didn’t exactly expect it to. 

 “Hm… I still think the fucker had it coming.” He said, laying down and curling up on his side. 

 “That’s fine. I think he’d have it coming if you attacked him.” He said, trying not to smile at the idea of little Wren attacking their owner. He certainly wouldn’t have stopped him. He laid down with him, being careful to not put any pressure on his injured arm. Granted, all of him was injured after the initial fight, but his arm was hurting significantly more. Normally he’d be pretty mad over that, but he knew how Cain was and he had a feeling he’d have at least a short break in store for him, which sounded nicer than anything else. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to relax, happy to just lay back and think about all the things he could possibly get as a reward for all this. 

#my writing #my oc's #Wren #Zander #Cain #Andres #Pierce #pet whump #beating #biting

[80s4life]

The Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

Word Count: 4,438

Status: Not Requested

Fandom: Back To The Future 1985

Relationship: Biff Tannen x Female Reader

Summary: As time is altered for a total of 2 weeks (I extended it slightly), you and Marty struggle to get his parents under control, having problem after the next. But, when an unexpected solution occurs, you find yourself willingly okay with it, soon finding the exact reason as to why.

Warnings: language, fluff, Biff being a dick, slight angst, cute Biff

Masterlist Back To The Future Masterlist

Prompts: (from this list @youneedsomeprompts​)

Y/C/S= Your Choice of Sport/ Your Chosen Sport (you don’t have to honestly play one, just choose one you like or one that comes to mind)

{gif and prompts are not mine, gif credits go to @backtothefuturemovies and credits were given above for prompts!}

No one ever said time travel was fun. No one ever said the job was easy. And no one sure as hell told you the consequences that come with it. Well, at least not before you, and your best friend, Marty McFly, had gone dead-on through a barn, sacred a neighboring family of ‘alien invasion,’ run into younger McFly parents, and altered time just enough to fuck you over for a few days.

I mean, who would’ve guessed right? Your mom just so happens to be romantically interested in you, their child. Well, that was at least in Marty’s case. For you, you had just managed to run into the biggest dickhead of the century, Biff Tannen. Or so you thought?

Making your way out of bed, you automatically go to where Marty was sleeping in the garage, waking him along with Doc up. The go-to plan for the day was to go undercover as usual students in the 50′s, secretly following Marty’s parents around, finding out where they lie in this part of time, and try to find ways into manipulating them together once more in time for Marty and you to get back home. Easy enough, right?

Groaning, Marty goes to slap your hands away weakly, mumbling something along the lines of ‘Just a few more minutes.’ You giggle slapping his hands back in an attempt to wake him up cheerily. Mornings weren’t really your forte either, so any upbeat wake-up is better than a pissy, tired, horrible morning. 

Doc, on the other hand, was happy to return the affection, getting out of bed to give a quick hug and kiss to the forehead. Then he makes his way over to the bed, going to tickle Marty’s feet as you go to tickle his sides. Finally, in a fit of laughter, Marty gets up and goes straight for the bathroom. You were going to argue him, having to use the bathroom first, but decide to just leave it be, heading for the makeshift kitchen instead.

You smile fondly as Doc and Marty play around a while later, wrestling about, cracking jokes. It was only just a few hours ago that you and Marty had witnessed the untimely death of the currently very lively man in the house. Witnessing the blood loss, the machine gun in action, and the bullets that whizzed pass with only one malicious intent: to kill. But he’s here now; he’s safe and sound, having many years until that date will arrive.

With the freshly cooked smell of eggs, toast, and pancakes, the boys straighten up, Doc clearing his throat in an attempt to organize himself, and Marty leaving his shirt ruffled as he follows the smell of deliciousness. You giggle as both men of different ages act exactly the same, piling their plates high and digging in, giving thanks through mouthfuls.

///LATER///

After breakfast had finished, you and Marty made your way to the school, not wanting to be late, and, quite frankly, not wanting to miss a second in the disaster we’re in, wanting to fix it as soon as possible. Upon entering, the building erupts in laughter, tears, screaming, perfume, cologne, aftershave, and lots and lots of both testosterone and estrogen. Fucking high school, you smile.

Going to “your locker” right besides “Marty’s,” you both place the books and supplies that are unneeded inside it and take only the things you need for the first two classes, somehow having those together. As Marty catches glimpse of his father, George McFly, he winks at you, moving to catch up to him. Rolling your eyes playfully, you turn back towards your locker, just barely missing a group of young men some ways down the hallway, locking eyes with a particularly taller man, towering almost everyone in the halls.

You pay no mind, however, being blindsided by three girls your age. Instantly, you recognize the one right in front as Lorraine, Marty’s mother. Smiling nervously, your cheeks tint only a little, being unprepared to see her so quickly, not yet having a plan made up on how you could help tackle the situation with Marty.

“Hiya! I’ve never seen you before, are you new here? I’m Lorraine Baines, and you are?” she asks cheerfully, her books clasped tightly to her chest.

Taking an obnoxiously long time staring dumbfounded, you finally realize you haven’t spoken, quickly recovering with newfound purpose and confidence, “Ah, yes! I am new here! Sorry, I’m just trying to get used to this place a tiny bit. I’m Y/N Y/L/N.”

“Well that’s quite alright, you can come with us!” she says once more in a cheery tone, taking you by the arm and lacing her arm around yours, locked elbows. You smiled, knowing exactly where Marty’s cheerful and people-person nature had come from. Walking down the halls, she had asked for my schedule, checking classes to see what we had together, “English, History, and Agriculture- Hey! You should try out for cheer leading!” 

Shaking your head lightly, “Nah, I’m more of a Y/C/S myself to be frank.”

“But...We don’t have that sport here? There are no girls sports at all actually...” Lorraine says confused. You go to cover it up, choosing to say it was a sport you play for fun at home, in the backyard. However, a beefy arm separates you momentarily from her, as the owner of the harm moves to pin her to the lockers.

You were going to walk away, figuring it was some sort of make-out session in the works, but upon looking at her before going, you notice that the man was absurdly unwanted. 

“Get your meathooks off me Biff!” she screams at the man, his huge form towering her much smaller one. Not taking the message, the pair continue to squabble, neither of them being successful in winning. The warning bell sounds over the halls and classrooms, alarming kids to get their asses moving, but it seems whoever this dick is, he feels he is greater than the school, and god forbid, knowledge.

“Hey, you do realize your not making a damn bit a difference, right? She’s not interested! And, quite frankly, it seems as if no one does! Now, if you don’t mind, could you please be kind enough to unhand her as some of us treasure a piece of mind and how to take a hint?” you finish, quite ticked off as the last bell warns, cursing under your breath as you already know your in for detention on the first day.

It finally seems that he’d caught a grip, thankfully, letting go of Lorraine’s arm and she quickly scurries out of his proximity, taking your hand to lead you to the class you both needed to be in. As you go to walk in, you are stopped by the teacher, scolding both you and Lorraine. Looking at her regrettably, she smiles defeated. So you decide to do what’s right, take the fall.

“I’m sorry sir, I didn’t know where to go as I was trying to find where all of my classes were before I ended up lost every time classes switch. I caught up to Lorraine here at some point, and as she was hurrying to this class, she was kind enough to show me where I needed to be,” you finish, sighing guiltily.

“Well, as you’ve taken acknowledgment to your mistake, then you’d be just as happy with detention. After school, on Friday, as the first week is extremely busy. As for you, Miss Baines, thank you for your help. You are off the hook for now,” the older gentleman finishes, nodding to each of you personally before turning around and beginning just one of the classes you’d have today. This is going to be fun!

///LATER///

Finally, after grueling hours of just a few of your classes, lunchtime had came round, giving you a slight break. Catching sight of Lorraine, you smile and wave, going in the direction of Marty, or Calvin Klein, as you’d heard Lorraine go on and on about. You’d known it was him the second she’d said it, the brand not yet known to man yet; or at least in this timeline, it wasn’t.

As time had went on, it was only natural for the peace to be broken, as a newly familiar face was starting to appear more and more, Biff Tannen, as you’d known his name by now. But, instead of heading towards Lorraine, he makes his way over to the table you were residing with George and Marty, sitting himself right beside you. 

At first, you were trying to ignore him, knowing his presence was there, but keeping your eyes trained on either Marty or George, eyes dancing between the two. Biff, being the everlasting child he was, tried to catch you attention, trying stupid ass things after the other: kicking your shins, pulling your ears of hair, flicking your head, and even trying to tug on the 50′s style dress you’d been forced to wear to play your part. 

Only when he goes to tug your hair once more is when you finally snap, turning a furious glare to the hulking figure beside you, shoving his shoulder in a feeble attempt to create distance. He giggles at this, his body not moving an inch at all. “You can’t be serious right now! You don’t know when to quit it, do you?!” you scream, fed up with his shit.

“Well, if you’d give me the human decency of turning your head when I’m trying to talk to you, then I wouldn’t have to pester you, now would I?” he asks in a teasing tone, no doubt taunting you, but all you do is stare him down, getting lost in a staring contest, daring him to say something again. “Alls I wanted to say was that we have detention together. Just thought I’d let you know since you got me in all that trouble this morning.”  

“Why you-!” And with that, he gets up with a shit-eating grin plastered to his face, prancing out of view and back to the table he and his gang usually sit. Watching the whole interaction, George smirks at Marty, the pair giving an unspoken mutual agreement to whatever they had both caught on to, bursting into fits of laughter moments later. 

“You have a longer tolerance than I do, I-I-I’ll tell you that much,” George says, his usual slight stutter back in place, Marty laughing once more. As George joins in again, you couldn’t fight it either, giving into the childish antics.

///LATER///

To say your week had gotten any better than the first day was a lie. It hadn’t gotten any better, and your meetings with Biff at lunch had only gotten all the more common and all the more infuriating. He’d made it his duty to agitate you in any ways possible, even resulting in whispering something nagging in your ear when you weren’t paying attention, usually doing something in your locker.

Either way, he was on the countdown to Friday, it being constantly on his mind, mentally counting down the days, hours, minutes, and even seconds until the two of you were locked in a room alone.

Unfortunately, that day had seemed to come way faster than you’d like, Friday rolling around quite quickly. School had finished, and you were making your way to the front office, awaiting a tiring 2 hours with only yourself and Biff as company for the time being. You hadn’t known where the room was, and instead of spending time looking for it, you gave up and looked for the office instead, the nice front desk lady leading you where you needed to go.

Upon entering the room, there was Biff in his prime, casually spread across his chair, legs crossed atop his desk nearest the windows. Sighing, you ignore him, deciding to sit on the opposite side of him, the front desk lady giving you a sympathetic smile before she closes the door behind her. You look at the wall, head turned away from him like the plague.

You knew it’d only last so long until he’d speak, the time coming way faster than you pleased. Given it was Friday, you couldn’t even do homework or even study in order to block him out as he started to blabber, running his mouth over stupid shit once more. Inhaling through your nose, and exhaling through your mouth slowly, you straighten in your seat, hands clutching the desk so tight, your fists turned white. 

“Biff, Sweetheart, Baby, Doll Face, Hun. Please. PLEASE. Shut up for five god damn seconds. I know you truly have nothing to say, so why do you insist on speaking so much?” you finally say, hands prying off the desk to turn in his direction exasperated. 

“Well, if you’d just talk to me, Shortcake, I wouldn’t have much to say at random,” he answers, copying your actions and posture. With this change in childish demeanor, you give in, laughing at him in an unexpected rush, running your hands through your hair tiredly. 

Although you hadn’t seen it, he’d smiled in satisfaction upon seeing you laugh, the glitter in your eyes much more captivating than it ever was when he looked at Lorraine. He hadn’t barely pestered her since you’d barreled into his life. It was weird, but he welcomed it with open arms. And for the first time, he learned what it was like to have an actual, clammy-handed, closed throat, warm, cheek-tinted, teenage crush. A crush that left his heartbeat loud and fast, breathing ragged and uneven, and his behavior out of character and out of his control. Lorraine was way under whatever level he’d placed you on, holding you up on a pedestal like you were the sun or sky.

Of course, you hadn’t taken notice to his antics, just thinking he was annoying. Just Biff being his notorious self. But, as you finally calm your breathing down, the giggles fading, you decide to give him a chance, knowing that sitting in silence is just going bore you. Smiling warmly, you say, “So what do you want to talk about then?” 

///LATER///

Grabbing your bag, you get out of your seat, giggling at a story Biff had told you. He follows your lead as well, getting his own as he lets out a bark of laughter at a certain part. You guys looked like idiots as you shoved each other down the halls, making your way out of the school as your detention had came to a close. Sighing as the warm sun radiated on your skin with the light, spring breeze, you stretch out any kinks the classroom chairs and desks had left. Biff watched you intently, your small body easily swallowed by his shadow beside you.

The sun was setting and it was getting late, although you weren’t concerned. The boys knew you wouldn’t be home ‘til late due to the detention you had initially despised. Now, you and Biff were side by side, walking peacefully to his car in the school’s parking lot. For once, he was quiet, great company to have. It was something else for sure, but you enjoyed it. As you came up towards Doc’s place, you’d realized that Biff had drove you home like a gentleman, too lost in the conversation to notice earlier on. 

Sheepishly, you itch the back of your neck, realizing your mistake and feeling guilty for making him walk all this way to now have to walk all the way home. “Ah- Sorry...I didn’t realize I’d dragged you all the way out here. Now you have to drive all the way back.”

“It’s no problem, really. I liked it. It’s nice to talk to someone other than the guys every now and then. And to have A female speak to me instead of screaming,” he answers, now being the one who is a bit shy.

“You do know that you bring that on yourself right?” you say teasingly, now leaning your head on your hands, propped up on the passenger side door. “Not every girl would want to kick you in the groin if you showed a little more respect, “ you finish off with a smile.

“Yeah...Yeah I know. I’ll try harder, I swear.”

“That’s all I ask,” you say with a wink, drumming your hands on the door as you take a step back, waving as you start walking down Doc’s driveway.

“Hey!” Biff calls from the car, stopping you in your tracks to turn around, facing him with a smile. “Uhm- Well- The Enchantment Under the Sea Dance is coming up next week...Would you mind being my date?” he asks, stuttering as he feels his cheeks heat up, nervous as hell.

“I’d love to!” you answer, turning back around to walk into the house. Biff does a little fist bump as he puts the car back in gear, excited for what is to come.

///

Marty was a little less than amused with this newfound knowledge once entering the door and going over the events of the day. It was only when Doc had suggested that the date with Biff would keep him away from Lorraine, giving George the freeway to attract her long enough for their True Love’s Kiss. Then, and only then, did Marty give the okay, shaking his head, but liking the fact that it’ll give George some time, being the nerd that you know and love.

///Enchantment Under the Sea Dance///

Checking yourself over in the mirror for the final time, you let out a nervous yet satisfied sigh, feeling like an absolute princess. You never minded dresses too much, although you couldn’t deny the fact that normal pair of shorts, jeans, or even leggings were your first choice. All that mattered was that you liked the dress you were wearing, it fit you; it was your favorite color, length, and strap(less) type to hold everything in.

Walking out, you grab the pair of heels to match, knowing that you couldn’t get away with sneakers in this generation, painfully grimacing at the reminder. Finally standing, you recount when you had gotten the dress just a few days ago, having gone with Lorraine and the her two friends, Babs and Betty. They were very endearing and supportive the whole time, you not having to worry about being “to picky” as they were just the same. You ended up loving the dress given that you’d taken the time without pressure.

As you walked into the main room of the garage, you heard a low whistle of Marty, Doc slapping him on the back of the head for it. Giggling, you curtsy and spin in the dress. Doc, the gentleman he always was, compliments you, “You look amazing, my dear. Let’s hope this boy deserves it, hmm?” 

As an answer, you hug him tightly, knowing that, by the end of the night, he will be nothing but a dead man at home, in a lonely, dark parking lot. Your eyes tear up just at the mere thought of it, clutching him tighter. Marty seems to be on the same wavelength, going to interrupt the moment with great urgency, trying to pass him a piece of paper.

“Marty, if this has anything that involves my future, do not. And I repeat, DO NOT try to hand it to me. Whatever happens, happens young man. That’s how the world works,” he says in a warning tone. You wanted to disagree, but you knew the truth that was laced beneath it, as if it was a punishment. You whimper instead, pulling him in tighter; Marty looking down in defeat, soon switching to anger. In the midst of it, he storms out of the garage, getting in the car to go pick up who you’d hope was Lorraine for the dance.

“Just let him go...” you start, sadness evident, “He’s just not very happy with the outcome of what the future has in store for you. Quite frankly, neither am I.”

“I’m sure whatever the outcome is, that I wanted to go with it, dear. I assure you, I’m fine,” Doc answers in a consoling tone, wiping the tears that had slipped from your eyes. You knew it was just a mask, no one wants death, but you knew he needed to go no matter how much you hated it. So you nod, not having to say much more as a honk sounds from outside.

“That’s Biff...” 

“Have a great time! Make sure the McFlys kiss!” Doc screams, following out of the garage, scolding Biff from behind you.

“Yes sir!” you scream back, saluting him as you take a seat in the passenger.

///

“You look beautiful Y/N,” Biff says after a while, finally working up the courage to speak.

“Thank you Biff. And you look handsome yourself,” you giggle, the car pulling into the lot. 

He shuts the engine, grabbing his keys from the ignition and closing the door, making his way around to you as you let yourself out to straighten yourself out. He takes your hand as he leads you to the entrance of the dance, you sighing in relief as you catch a glimpse of Marty pulling up in a car with Lorraine. Finally, you relax, grasping on Biff a little lighter and with more meaning now as you have the night to yourselves. He smiles down at you as you wrap your arm within his, something Lorraine does with you quite often.

With the party in full blast, you let loose with the music, dancing and joking around with Biff. At some point, however, he says he needs a drink and will be right back. Although, he doesn’t seem to actually come back. You’d thought you’d seen him spiking the punch just as few moments ago.

Just as you were going to in the direction of the hallways to the rest of the school, you notice Match, one of Biff’s friends, storming out of the gym through an exit. Taking your bets, you follow behind him, soon being greeted by a huge commotion of screams, all of them from familiar people. Biff was in a car with Lorraine, her dress pulled and taken off in parts. He was no doubt about to do something stupid, the fact pissing you off, saddening you in some ways as well.

The others that were screaming were also George and Marty, the pair trying to get Biff to stop before he regrets it. He doesn’t listen, unfortunately, until your voice booms over the rest, “Biff!” 

His head snaps instantly in your direction, the situation dawning on him the instant he looks at your face. You hadn’t meant to portray your emotions so clearly, but your face had shown such distraught and hurt. He lied. He had gotten over Lorraine, yet the moment she was alone, he runs right back to her.

With his momentary change of focus, George finally steps in, “You get your filthy hands off of her!” finishing with a blow to the jaw that knocks Biff off balance. 

Marty looks to you sadly, but tries to smile in cheers as George and Lorraine leave together, motioning that he was going to follow them just in case. You nod, looking down now as your play with your fingers. You didn’t know what to do now as the only reason you were really here was for Biff. You weren’t needed for Lorraine and George, you knew Marty had it.

You decide to make your way home then, as there was nothing else you could do. Dances were just drags anyway, nothing worth while. “Your just going to leave? Just like that?” asks a deep voice, his body having gotten back off the pavement and stood by the car he was pinned against.

Without turning, you answer his question with another, “Why not? There’s nothing left here for me is there?”

“And why wouldn’t there be?” Biff asks once more, no doubt ticking you off at his usual teasing tone.

“Well, let’s see. You. You asked me to the dance as your plus one. I came here as your date. We have a good time, we dance, we talk, and then you come up with an ‘Oh I need a drink’ charade, not returning. Then, I come to find my date in the parking lot, about to get his licks in on a woman he was apparently over with! So tell me, what is left here for men here, Biff?” you finish, tears pooling your eyes over the time, although you don’t let the fall, keeping them there.

He looks guilty, you can see it, but you don’t care. Your not in the wrong this time. But, as your blood starts to cool down, you do notice the look in his eyes, the change in his demeanor, and the utter remorse that has overcome him. He has his head down, fists clenched at his sides, body stock still. He doesn’t know what to do, all he knows is that he’d fucked up.

“Or was this your fabulous way of telling me that you love me?” you finally ask, eyes moving to look up at him in a teasing manner.

He hadn’t expected you to speak, head snapping up to meet your gaze in confusion. Being as you’d looked at him with a glint in your eyes, he finally lets everything click together; you’d forgiven him. His face heats up in bashfulness however, as your words resonated within him as well, hand going to itch the back of his neck again.

You giggle, walking up to him now, hands going to his collar. Pulling him down, he gazes at you in amazement, his own hands falling to rest on your waist. Then, you crash your lips to his, pulling him ever closer. It takes him a moment to get the hang of it, soon pulling you closer to himself as well. Lifting you slightly, he sets you on the hood of his car, the height difference a definite stretch for him. But he wouldn’t have it any other way, you were perfect. Just the same as he was perfect for you.

#biff tannen x reader #bttf #back to the future #biff tannen imagine #bttf imagine #back to the future imagine #thomas f. wilson #crispin glover #george mcfly #christopher lloyd #dr. emmett brown #doc brown #doc #michael j. fox #marty mcfly #lea thompson #lorraine baines

[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂! 𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛: 𝑺/𝑶 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒐 𝑫𝒐𝒎 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎 (𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅)

Disclaimer: In no way am I condoning, justifying, encouraging or promoting mafia behavior or lifestyle. This is simply a work of fiction and not meant to represent real life scenarios.

Warning: NSFW content. Read at your own discretion.

✿𝐾𝑖𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑗𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑔

"Baby? What are you doing?"

Hongjoong smirked as he watched you perch yourself on top of his work desk. You purposefully bent down so he could get a glimpse of your cleavage and a peek at the lace red bra that was part of the set he had bought you on your anniversary, his all time favorite. He sucked in a breath and licked his lips. He tried cupping your chin to kiss you, but you swatted his hand away.

"Nuh uh Kim Hongjoong. This time....I'm in charge." You grinned mischievously at him.

Hongjoong merely chuckled with an amused tone as you brushed your lips against his, your teeth biting on his lower lip.

"Don't play with fire baby. You'll get burned." He warned you.

But you ignored him, instead opting for kissing down his neck, leaving hickeys all over it. Hongjoong let you have your fun for a few minutes before slamming you down on his desk, hands pushing your skirt up, revealing your soaking red panties. Hongjoong snapped one of the garter belts' straps against your thigh and you let out a pathetic whimper at the sting.

"Now darling....let me remind you who's really in charge."

✿𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑆𝑒𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑤𝑎

You lifted your face up from the pillow, a tired groan coming out from your lips. Trying to lift yourself up on your arms, you fell back on the bed, body still shaking from the intensity of your little session with Seonghwa. You heard the devil himself get off the bed and start dressing himself. Turning your head, you saw him give you a cocky smile.

"What? Don't give me that look doll. You brought this upon yourself." He chuckled as he zipped up his pants.

You pouted as you rolled yourself onto your back, hissing at the sting in between your thighs. But at least now you made a mental note not to try to dom your boyfriend, unless you wanted him to make you cum 7 times in less than an hour.

Seonghwa did feel some pity for you though.

"Come on love, don't pout. You know I'll take care of you."

Seonghwa kissed your head before going inside the bathroom to start running you a warm bath to help soothe your aching body. You made grabby hands when he finally came out, making him roll his eyes at you when he picked you up.

"Ok come on you little brat. Let's get you cleaned up."

✿𝓙𝓮𝓸𝓷𝓰 𝓨𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓸

Yunho watched you sink yourself down on his huge cock, suppressing a moan that was threatening to come out. He agreed to let you top him for once, amused and curious to see exactly what you would pull out. He was fairly impressed but he also knew you were absolutely no top material. So he just watched you slide in and out of his cock, enjoying the visual of watching your breasts bounce in front of him.

"Y-Yunho?" He heard your voice cry out.

"Yes baby?" His hands rested themselves on the side of your hips, a smug grin on his face, knowing exactly what was happening.

"I.....I..." You bit your lip as your movement slowed down, beginning to feel tired already.

Yunho cooed at you in a mocking tone.

"Giving up so soon honey? What a shame."

You gasped when Yunho sat up, his hand grabbing the back of your head as he began pounding into you from underneath, making you writhe and shake uncontrollably as you neared your high so soon. Yunho's raspy voice had you whimpering as he whispered in your ear.

"Don't get it wrong baby. I'm still the boss."

✿𝐾𝑎𝑛𝑔 𝑌𝑒𝑜𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑔

Yeosang raised an eyebrow at you.

"Y/N....." He warned you.

You smirked at him.

"Whaaat?" You imitated his tone.

"Watch it." He sternly told you.

"Or what? Tell me. What are you going to do Yeosang?"

You leaned your face close to his, trying to intimidate him. Although Yeosang did back away from you, he was by no means intimidated. He just blinked at you, staying completely silent, which you erroneously mistook as him submitting to you.

"That's what I thought. The great Kang Yeosang is nothing but a little sub-"

Your words got caught in your mouth as soon as Yeosang's hand wrapped around your neck, applying pressure on the side. The corner of his lip curled slightly.

"That's more like it. Quiet, hushed little baby that knows when to keep their mouth shut."

He leaned in as his grip tightened around your neck, his lips ghosting over your lips.

"Why not put that big fat mouth of yours to work darling? I'm itching to watch you choke on my cock."

✿𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝑆𝑎𝑛

"Still thought you had a chance at topping me baby?"

San landed another hard smack on your ass as his hips sped up, your walls clenching around him.

"I-I..." You began stuttering now.

"Pathetic. Can't even form any words." He clicked his tongue.

San pulled you up against his chest, his free hand toying with your nipples.

"See? See how you're just my dumb little slut? My cock can't even let you think straight." He teased you.

When he felt you getting close, he halted his movements, making you whine at being denied your orgasm.

"San! I want to cum!" You told him.

San leaned in and whispered in your ear with an evil tone.

"Then beg for it you little slut. Beg me to fuck you until it hurts."

You whimpered but obliged nonetheless.

"Please! San! Let me cum!"

It wasn't good enough for San though.

"Beg harder for me you little whore......"

You almost came at nothing when he added:

"And it's master to you slave."

✿𝑆𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑀𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑖

Mingi chuckled when you pinned his arms on the bed, making you frown.

"Mingi!" You whined, rather too cutely than what the situation called for.

"Yes baby?" He couldn't help but smile fondly at you.

"I'm trying to take charge right now and you're not being cooperative." You complained.

Mingi couldn't help but giggle.

"Honey, it's kinda hard to take you seriously when you get all whiny like that."

You huffed and released his arms.

"I'm done here."

You moved to get off him, but he held you in place.

"Hold on now princess/prince. I'm not exactly finished yet."

Licking his lips, he began sucking on your neck, leaving red spots along the side. You knew he was smirking every time you made a particularly loud noise.

When Mingi chuckled darkly, you knew you were screwed.

"Just cause I treat you like royalty, doesn't mean you always get it your way. Remember..."

He winked at you as he pinned you down on the bed, arms raised above you with just one of his hands.

"I'm still your king."

✿𝐽𝑢𝑛𝑔 𝑊𝑜𝑜𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑔

Wooyoung had the biggest shit eating grin on his face as he looked down at the state you were in.

"Hmmm? What was that you said before? Care to repeat it?"

At this point you couldn't reply even if you wanted to, his fingers were moving so fast inside of you and your vision was becoming more and more blurry. Wooyoung noticed too.

"Oh that's right. I remember you're all bark and no bite hun."

Your back arched off the bed when he found that special place that would have you quivering in seconds. The squelching sounds coming from Wooyoung's abuse on your tight hole and your pants were the only things heard through the room, the neighbors would probably think you two were filming a porn video.

Wooyoung let out a satisfied groan when you came, his movements slowing down gradually to help you ride out your thigh. He pulled his fingers out, making sure to collect some of your cum and spread it around his fingers to show you.

"See baby? Got you cumming in less than 3 minutes."

You blushed as you recollected what you said earlier that day, regretting that you underestimated him and got too confident with yourself.

"I'm the real dom in this relationship baby."

✿𝐶ℎ𝑜𝑖 𝐽𝑜𝑛𝑔ℎ𝑜

You could tell Jongho was trying so hard to contain himself from laughing at your pitiful attempt to dom him.

"I'm gonna have you be-begging for me baby boy." You cursed yourself for stuttering.

Jongho, always the sweetheart for you, simply played along.

"Oh yeah? Tell me what are you going to do to me?" He purposefully flexed his arm muscles through his white dress shirt, effectively distracting you.

You knew this was a stupid idea. Who were you kidding? You were no dom, especially not when you were dating someone like Jongho. He patiently waited for your reply, looking at you so cheerfully and cutely.

Sighing in defeat, you got off him.

"I can't do this! Jongho just fuck me against the wall or something!"

As soon as the words were out, he picked you up very easily and slammed you onto the nearest wall. Your hands gripped his arms, loving the way his they felt under the material of his shirt. You sucked in a breath when he began undoing his belt.

"I thought you'd never ask baby..."

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