#yep. it's him again 🖤

[korpikorppi]

The Untamed portraits: Wen Ning (episode 39)

#yep. it's him again 🖤 #my favourite dead(ly) cinnamon roll #wen ning #the ghost general #the untameddaily #cql character portraits #portraits #random late night screencap edits #mine

[milla-frenchy]

Glory O

2k1 | Javier Peña x fem reader x Steve Murphy | ao3 Summary: you work in a brothel, and two guys want to try something new Warnings: 18+ mdni. pwp. Glory hole, sex work, dirty talk, oral (f), fingering, jacking off, spitting, piv, cumplay, creampies, gun threat (not against reader) No age specified.  a/n: thank you @aurorawritestoescape for beta reading 💕 and @toxicanonymity for the spanish translation🖤

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“Let’s try this one” was the first thing you heard when they came in. You were lying on your back, the upper part of your body was hidden behind a thin wall, leaving your pussy and legs exposed. 

A hand rested on your thigh and you shivered. Even though you had been working there for several months, the first contact always made your heart rate accelerate. Hand pressure was often characteristic of how you were going to be fucked. Often, but not always. A gentle caress like the one at that moment, could lead to a rough or painful fucking. Or a boring one. 

The hand brushed against your skin, thumb facing your inner thigh.

“What do you think?”, you heard a man with a Chilean accent.

“Yeah, sure. You go first”, a voice with an American accent replied.

“You really like to jerk off while I fuck them, right?”

The other man chuckled, not denying it. The client next to you unzipped his jeans, then you heard the friction of clothes sliding slightly. He probably had his pants pulled down just below his balls. He put his hands on you, and when he positioned himself between your thighs, you felt a warm, hard cock pressed against your pussy. You held your breath, ready to take his cock like this, without preparation. Like you always had to do.

But he hesitated, staying there for a few seconds, his shaft against your folds. Then you heard him tuck his cock in his pants without zipping them up. His thumb spread your folds and you heard “mmmm…gorgeous. Steve, look at that.”

Footsteps came closer, and a low whistle echoed through the room.

“Yep, can’t wait to fill her up.”

You swallowed, waiting for what was going to happen. 

You suddenly heard the noises coming from the nearby partitions. For a moment, you forgot that you weren't alone. Other women were being fucked, and you easily recognized the noises feigning pleasure. You always did the same, wanting the fucking to end quickly. 

When you felt a warm breath against your pussy and a mustache brushing against the soft skin of your inner thighs, you snapped out of your thoughts and whimpered. The man grabbed the back of your knees and moved you towards him as far as the opening would allow, before resting one of your legs on his shoulder. His thumb brushed up and down your folds and you heard him inhale. When his tongue licked between your folds in one stroke, you moaned.

“Already wet”, he murmured.

Two men in the brothel together to fuck you could be intimidating, or degrading, but this time you were slightly less guarded than usual. He was still brushing your folds with his thumb, and you got even wetter. His finger was as sensual as his hand on your thigh, he was good at it. He brushed his finger over your clit, twirling it delicately under his skin.

“Fuck,” you muttered. That was new. They rarely took the time to make you come, and his touch was truly perfect.

“You like that, Cariño (honey)? Gonna come for me?”

His thumbs spread your folds again, then his tongue ran over them, in long strokes from bottom to top, several times.

“Oh my god”, you whimpered in your breath.

He buried his tongue in your pussy, as far as he could, his hands holding your thighs. You felt like in less than two minutes you were going to come and you covered your mouth with your hand of surprise. 

“Want a taste, Steve?”

“Not yet.”

The man put your other knee on his shoulder, still fucking you with his tongue, grunting between your thighs. You heard “Steve” unzip his pants, then spit.

The man between your thighs moved up to your clit with his tongue, and he circled it with his lips, sucking gently. His middle finger brushed against your entrance, covering it with your wetness. When he pushed it in gently, the tip of his tongue swirled over your clit. Quickly, he pushed in a second finger, slowly pumping your pussy with his digits. You grabbed one of your breasts as you were already coming. Quickly, so quickly, that you didn’t really understand that it was going to happen. You wondered if the other men fucking the women heard the difference in tone between your moans and theirs.

“That’s good, bebé (baby). I’m gonna fuck you now.” You heard his hand rubbing against his mustache, probably to wipe it. You wondered what he looked like. What they looked like.

He stood up and placed his hand on your hip. His cock in the other one, he rubbed himself against your folds, covering the entire length of his shaft with your wetness, and bringing it up to rub against your clit. Your sensitivity made you gasp every time he touched it. Finally, he placed his tip to your entrance and pushed, making you moan. When the crown of his cock plunged through your entrance, you heard him growl. His dick was thick and you felt your folds part as it passed through them. Both of his hands were now on your hips, he pulled back before hitting the bottom, then thrusted again, all the way in, and you gasped.

“How is she?” asked Steve.

“Good. Fucking good. Chose the perfect one.”

His hands dug into your flesh, his body slamming against yours at a perfect pace.

“Come see this. How her pussy is taking my cock.”

You heard his footsteps, and his proximity allowed you to hear his wrist fucking his cock, too.

“You’re doin’ great, baby. Sucking his cock right in.”

He jerked off faster.

“Shit, all that cream around your cock Javi…you’re giving it to her good.”

You imagined them, their eyes fixed on your dripping pussy. When you felt another hand on your body, you thought you were wavering. Steve caressed your skin, while Javi was still fucking you. Steve slid his hand up to your clit, brushing it gently, and you moaned.

“Shh, you’re ok baby. I’m gonna touch you gently, ain’t gonna hurt you. Ok?”

“Ok”, you murmured, finally giving yourself the right to talk to them.

“Don’t want you to come yet. Can you hold back for me?”, asked Steve.

“I’m…I’m gonna try.”

“Good girl.”

The double stimulation made you clench on Javi’s cock.

“Fuck”, he grumbled. “She’s squeezing my dick. Mierda…(shit).”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna shoot your load already? Her pussy’s that good?”

“Oh, fuck you! Yeah, she’s that good. You’ll see when you are inside her, smartass.”

He kept thrusting in, his cock was hitting your G-spot. Steve leaned down and placed his lips on your clit and this time you thought you were going to faint. His tongue was applying a perfect pressure and they both were driving you crazy. You felt your pussy clench desperately.

“Fuck, fuck…” Still thrusting in, you heard Javi groan louder and louder. 

“Then it’ll be Steve’s turn, you’re gonna take both of our cocks, right? Gonna fill that pussy with our cum.”

“Yes, yes please…”

Your pussy was clenching and you couldn’t stop it. You felt Javi’s cock twitch inside you, he grumbled “I’m gonna fill you up” and finally he froze, sending spurts of cum deep inside your walls. The sounds of other men's moving bodies, their grunts, were filling the room. 

Once he emptied his balls, he withdrew and spread the cum that was flowing out along your folds with his cock. Then he pulled away, and Steve’s hands were on you. He surprised you too, when he leaned down towards you and twirled his tongue around your clit again. You wondered if Javi had smeared his cum on it, if Steve was tasting him on you. He spread your folds with his thumbs, and you felt some cum leaking down. He stood aside to look. Since they had entered the room, they had behaved differently from all the men who had fucked you so far. The way they were touching you, fucking you, made you tremble. 

Steve slid his middle finger over your folds, spreading more of Javi’s cum, making you hold your breath. Then he stood up, and grabbed his cock.

“Look at that Javi. You’re right, her cunt is gorgeous. And even more beautiful covered with cum.”

He ran his cock along your entrance, soaking it with your wetness and Javi’s cum. You were used to multiple creampies, when several men fucked you in a row. But this sensuality, their playful attitude, was new to you. Steve pushed in, and its girth made you gasp.

“Mmmm, it's good, baby. My cock’s covered by both of you. How hot is that…”

You thought you were going to come just from hearing him, and your pussy tightened around his cock.

“Fuck…don't make me come too quickly. Wanna fuck this pussy properly.”

“Sorry”, you murmured.

“Don't be sorry. Love hearing your little moans. Very different from those of your friends, mmm?”

“Yeah…yeah, fuck.”

“We’re fucking you good, you don't need to fake it…is that right?”

“Yeah, you’re fucking me good. Love your cocks.”

He chuckled, “Yeah, I bet you do.”

You heard another voice, neither Steve nor Javi.

“Andale, cabrón. Toman demasiado tiempo. Queremos cogerla también.” (Come on, man. You guys are taking too long. We wanna fuck her too.)

Steve froze, and asked Javi “What did he say?”, who translated to him.

“We’re not done, man. Pick another girl, move!” He raised his hand, to tell them to fuck off. But it didn’t stop the man:

“Voy a llamar al jefe y él va a sacarlos. Nosotros ya pagamos para cogerla. No pueden tenerla solo para ustedes.” (I'm gonna call the boss, he’s gonna throw you out. We already paid to fuck her. You can't keep her to yourself like that!)

This time, you translated for him. He pulled out of you, and tucked his cock in his pants. You heard a loud noise, and guessed that Steve pinned the other man against the wall. He had difficulty breathing, Steve was probably holding him by the throat. You heard a click of a gun: the security was removed.

“Yo soy tu patrón. ¿Sí?” (I am your boss, yes?)

“¡Está bien! Está bien! ¡Yo hago lo que ustedes digan!” (It’s ok, it’s ok! I’ll do whatever you say)

“¿Sí?” (yeah?)

Steve threw the man to the ground, then put the gun back in his shoulder holster before coming back to you.

Javi pointed his finger to the other men who were waiting, and said “Cállanse, todos. Ahora ella es nuestra. Entienden?” (Fuck off, all of you. She’s ours, for now. Understand?)

There were a few murmurs, then footsteps receded.

“Sorry ‘bout that, baby. Fucking animals.”

Steve thrusted into you after pulling out his cock. He was still hard as steel, as if he enjoyed the adrenaline of the fight. Knowing that he had a gun on him while he was fucking you turned you on, even if you couldn’t see it.

He was fucking you harder, faster. Sometimes slowing down to look at his cock digging into you. Covered in Javi's cum. He leaned forward slightly and let his saliva flow onto your clit, before twirling it under his thumb.

“You’re gonna come for me too, baby? Can’t fill you up if I didn’t make you come. That ain’t good southern manners.”

You felt he was close but he didn’t slow down his pace. Thrusting his thick cock in you, his body slamming against yours, his balls slapping against your ass. He spat on your clit this time, and you felt another orgasm building.

“You’re doing great, Cariño. So good for our cocks. Bet you’d like us to fuck you again. Maybe you’d suck our cocks next time.”

He heard you moaning, and chuckled.

“Yeah? You’d like that, one of our cocks in your mouth and the other one in your cunt? Stuffing you from behind, making you choke on that dick?”

“Javi, what the hell…I’m tryin’ to hold on here!”

The last thing you heard before you came was Javi tapping on Steve’s shoulder. Your pussy squeezed his shaft, and that's all he was waiting for to come deep inside your core, mixing his cum with Javi's, as your spasms were milking his cock.

“You didn’t do better than me, smartass.”

They both chuckled, until Steve pulled out, breathing loudly, and the two stood in front of your open, exposed, dripping pussy. Javi spread your folds, and their cum flowed out.

“Fuck, that’s hot, man.”

“Yeah, we fucked her good.”

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[blindmagdalena]

Resignation

Summary: 18+ 1.5k homelander x reader, established relationship, dirty talk, thigh riding, grinding.

After you have a particularly rough day at work, Homelander offers you some sound career advice, and a little stress relief.

spiritual successor to Customer Service, but stands alone. this is for everyone who's sick of this capitalist hellscape, and the crummy jobs we're forced to work to survive. not proofread, we die like men. 🖤

Another day, another dollar, another near meltdown.

You spend most of your commute home trying to pull yourself together. After the day you’ve had at work, the last thing you need to do is burst into tears before you even made it home. It’s taking everything in you to keep it at bay.

There’s just something about you that apparently screams Hey! Abuse me! in the workplace.

At least you’ve got something to look forward to when you get home.

Or rather, someone.

“I’m home,” you announce tiredly, stepping inside. You kick your shoes off, and despite your mood, you smile at the pair of tall red boots that sit next to them. It took some convincing to get him to take them off consistently, but ever since he’s started spending more and more time hiding out at your place, you’ve insisted on some ground rules

“Living room,” Homelander calls back.

Walking in, you find him crouched in the living room, staring at your cat with a level of intensity you’re not sure what to make of. “Uh, something going on here?”

“Yep,” he answers evenly. “Asserting dominance.”

You watch your cat blink slowly before lazily rising, stretching into a wide yawn, and hopping down to greet you. Homelander stands, scoffing triumphantly. “I won.”

“Uh-huh,” you give back distractedly, bending down to scritch your cat's ears.

“Hey, what’s up?” He asks, frowning as he approaches. “Your eyes are all red.”

“Hard day,” you tell him, readily accepting his encroaching embrace. You sink easily into his arms, noting that his gloves are off today. That’s new. You slip your arms around his neck, your body tired and heavy as you trust him with the full weight of it. He holds you up effortlessly.

He exhales a huff of hot air right by your ear that gives you goosebumps. “Quit,” he says, his voice set low.

“That’s what you always say.” “Because I mean it,” he shoots back fiercely, pulling away to meet your gaze. “Quit. Fuck those assholes already. You don’t need them. You have me,” he says, reiterating a conversation the two of you have had at least a dozen times now.

Money is nothing to him. He could buy you out for three times your salary for the rest of your life with his pocket change.

“I can’t just not work,” you say, pulling your hands down from his neck to lay flush on his chest. “I need my job.”

“The only thing you need is me,” he stresses again, kissing you. He always feels like he’s restraining himself when he touches you, holding himself back from moving too hard, too fast, from devouring. It’s thrilling to lose yourself in. “Why do you insist on tormenting yourself?

Stomach fluttering, you can’t help but laugh at the slight petulance that slips into his voice. “Because if I give up and let you take care of me, you might get bored, and then I’ll have nothing,” you say, and though you mean to make a joke of it, to fill your voice with playful whimsy, the confession lands harder than you expected it to. You’re tired, you’re stretched thin, and as your own words sink in, you realize just how bad it’s gotten.

Homelander withdraws, leveling you with a look that confirms it: that wasn’t a joke, and neither of you are amused.

You blink several times, suddenly speechless. “I…” You realize your eyes are burning again, and with every blink, your vision gets more bleary. “I just meant…”

“Do you really believe that?” He asks, his brows pinched.

“No,” you answer reflexively, voice too sharp even to your ears. “No, not that… I don’t know, I was trying to make a joke, but maybe… I don’t know. I get scared sometimes,” you say carefully, trying desperately not to spill the tears gathering in your eyes. “That someday I’m not going to be enough because y–”

His lips meet yours before you can continue, muffling the rest of your sentence. His hands are impossibly warm as they sweep up your back, eventually cupping either side of your neck. He kisses you like he’s starving, like he needs the taste of you to breathe, like he would die without you. He kisses you until your brain feels foggy and there’s a dull throb between your legs.

“You’re ridiculous,” he all but growls against your lips, thumbs stroking your cheeks. “I’m not going to get bored. Good fucking luck getting out of this one,” he says, slipping a hand to the back of your neck and squeezing for emphasis. You shiver, your tears lost in the wake of the slow rolling heat moving through your body. “Besides, you know damn well you’re the one who’ll be taking care of me.”

You can feel his smirk against your lips, and you laugh unexpectedly, the sound of it bordering on the sob you had very nearly fallen to. “You need a babysitter now?”

“Why, are we roleplaying? That’s pretty naughty,” he purrs.

“Stop it,” you laugh, pushing his face away, but he doesn’t relent. 

“What? Sexy babysitter could be fun,” he says, kissing a trail up your neck.

“Pervert,” you accuse, turning your face to kiss him. He accepts greedily, tongue slipping between your lips. You sigh a soft moan into his mouth, which only encourages his hands to wander even more, eventually settling on your ass. Without warning, he grabs tight and hauls you up, hitching your legs around his waist, swallowing up the startled gasp you give.

He settles down onto the couch, and maneuvers you until you’re straddling his thigh. You can feel the magnitude of his strength thrumming between your legs, pressed up tight against that same throbbing heat he ignited in you with those fervent kisses.

Cupping your face, he pulls you down for more of the same.

“Go ahead,” he says against your lips, his own curved into a gloating smile. “Grind. I can smell how bad you want it.” His voice is low, as coarse and sweet as raw sugar. His words hit you like a punch to the gut, worsening the pulse of your need.

Immediately, you start to rock your hips, grinding down against him. He rewards you with a hand on your thigh, squeezing as it slides slowly higher, his thumb skirting along your inner thigh. “No more stress,” he murmurs, the words warm on your lips. “No more tears. Just you… with me… mine.”

The way he rumbles that word against your ear sends a shiver trilling up and down your spine, the heat at the center of you spiraling up, up, up, blossoming throughout your entire body. He flexes his thigh and gives you one sharp little bounce on it, wringing a moan out of you. You roll your hips faster, tightly clenching your thighs on either side of his. You push both hands up into his hair and hold on tight, panting into the crook of his neck.

Homelander slips both hands back to your ass, gives a generous squeeze while he helps your body move, rolling it in time with the way he flexes and occasionally bucks his thigh against you. “Say it. Say you’ll quit, and you’ll be all mine,” he demands softly, grip flexing on you. There’s a neediness at the edges of his voice. “Give me that. Give me you.”

You screw your eyes shut, keening breathlessly. The grind of fabric against sensitive skin is almost too much, too dry, but it’s fucking good, too. You’re getting wetter and wetter, losing yourself to the relentless pace he sets for you, and the hungry way he kisses at your throat. 

“C’mon. Give it up. Give me everything. M’never letting you go,” he pants, at which point you realize he’s also grinding against your leg. The arousal–the sheer animalistic need–in his voice makes your stomach flip, and with one last shuddering noise, you’re coming against his leg, moaning loud in his ear as the wave of pleasure slowly wrings out every last bit of tension that you had been holding onto.

You collapse against him, your arms hanging limply around his neck. He nuzzles at your jaw, kissing a trail to your lips. You reciprocate lazily, your eyes closed as you luxuriate in the aftershocks of the unexpected release.

“Quit,” he whispers persistently, lips pressed to the corner of your mouth. “We’ll take care of each other.”

“This is playing dirty,” you slur, feeling stupefied in your post-orgasm haze.

“Oh, I’m just getting started,” he says, taking your hand from around his neck, and slipping it between his legs. You bite your tongue. Christ, he runs fucking hot. Even through the fabric of his suit, you can feel the throb of his cock. “You’re gonna be writing your resignation letter in my cum by the end of the night.”

You make a sound somewhere between a laugh and an unsteady moan, clenching against his thigh. “Okay,” you say, lifting your head to kiss him. “Prove it.”

Much to Homelander’s delight, you submit your notice of resignation the very next day.

#i banged this out rly fast bc i notice lotta folks struggling at work lately and i just wanted to offer some support ;; #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander fanfiction #my writing #smut

[signedkoko]

GOSH, all your writings make me feel all bouncy and giddy I swear AaaAAAA

Feeling slightly inspired by your previous Lucifer and Lilith with a reader who ends up attacked, might I request a Vox X Reader, where while they're both out together, Reader notices someone apparently brave enough to attack Vox and just- autopilot takes the hit to protect him? Turns out afterwords it wasn't an Angelic weapon of any kind, so even though it's nasty and painful, they'll ultimately be okay...

But did Reader KNOW that? Nope. Could Vox have probably handled it himself with how powerful he is? Yep. Did either one of those thoughts even cross Reader's mind until after? NOPE.

Reader just saw harm approaching the one they love so much and just went into instant protect mode...

Vox X Reader [Romantic]

In which someone attempts an attack on Vox, but you decide to get in the way. Reader is genderneutral.

It was just another press conference, the same as all the others

VoxTek had a new announcement, and reporters flocked to be the ones with the most interesting story or the first, whichever got them more praise from their lousy boss

Both the CEO and spokesperson, Vox insisted on being the face everyone knew and saw, as well as the voice they all followed

You were a not-so-recent addition to his empire, and some cameras were sure to catch a frame or two of you as you waited on the side, smiling and waving to the crowd

You were only here because it made Vox happy and because you would rather be seen than not

VoxTek had some of the highest security, with mostly Vox himself watching over everything

You always wondered how he could keep track of so many tasks at once

But the screams of everyone sounded different, less like a thousand questions and more like terror, incomprehensible yells as someone broke through the crowd

They had a gun; it looked white and gold, you weren't sure if Vox hadn't noticed or didn't care

All you knew was that your body moved, and suddenly you were between the bullet and fov when it pierced right into your side

The space cleared of voices before one of the bodyguards tackled the man and wrestled the gun from his grip

While you stood there, clutching your abdomen, the lava-like pain burst through your abdomen

Before Vox could react, flashes began again, most of the crowd recognizing the occurrence or snapping photos of you stood there, still in shock from the shot

What did you expect from demons? They'd win a bonus if they caught the first image of you being shot

Before you can think much of it, Vox is running, carrying you, and applying pressure with his hand and yours over the bullet hole

Thank god the press release was in the Vees tower, he's laid you on a counter in the lobby, his jacket bunched up under your head and his claws tearing through your shirt to access the wound

There's no time for a hospital; besides, he knows everything, he can be the best doctor in the world in a second, and he's going to be if it means helping you

" Thank go- "

" Thank god what! I could take that shot! Shut up! "

You decide to listen because, well, you can barely speak through gritted teeth

He's calling Val to come down and bring any kind of anaesthetic.

He's able to fix you up more than enough, but just to be safe, he's called in his private doctor to come take a look at you

Once everything has calmed down and you're back upstairs with Vox, he's got a million different questions

Why? I mean, he could take a bullet with ease! hes moslty metal, everything can be replaced!

Even worse if you really thought it was an angel weapon, because that would have absolutely killed you!

" It's not like I had time to think, Vox. I just moved! "

He's frustrated that you'd ever be in harm's way, but it's hard for him to stay mad knowing you just wanted to protect him

Author's Note - I wasn't sure if I should go for an angst or romantic note on this one, but I felt a little humour coping was more like Vox so I went for romantic! Thank you for requesting 🖤

#koko writez #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #hazbin hotel x reader #helluva boss x reader #reader insert #x reader #vox #vox x reader

[chishiyasleftnut]

Nothing but short, short skirts

Hi everyone! (✧ω✧) This one was inspired by a scene from The Wolf of Wall Street which I recently rewatched.

Disclaimer: This is not an example of a healthy relationship. You should not use sex as neither a punishment or reward as it can lead to an unhealthy relationship with both your partner and sex. Be adults, talk it out.

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warning: Smut. Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader.

Plot: Chishiya made fem!reader upset during an argument, causing her to withhold sex until he apologises. Of course, that’s easier said than done, so fem!reader decides to seduce him.

1646 words. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

You were mad at Chishiya. Honestly, you couldn’t remember why and the ‘why’ didn’t matter to you anymore. All you knew was that you deserved an apology - which showed to be incredibly difficult to get from him. He was stubborn, but so were you.

As a way to get him to apologise, you decided to withhold sex. Was this a terrible idea? Yep. But it was too late. You had already started this war and you were not about to back down, even if that meant spending every waking moment craving his touch.

Instead of backing down, you decided to coax an apology out of him. The easiest way? Making him just as desperate for you as you were for him. So, from that moment on you decided to wear the skimpiest outfit found in your closet until he gave in. Mini skirt? Check. See-through, white shirt? Check. No underwear? Definitely check.

Your plan commenced and you walked into the living room, elegantly placing yourself on the same couch as Chishiya but avoiding looking at him. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed Chishiya taking a surprised double look at you before turning his gaze back at the TV. Even though he acted unaffected, you noticed the way he shifted in his seat and licked his lip. Clear signs of arousal. Success! You got him. Now you just had to play the waiting game.

However, to your dismay, nothing but occasionally glances happened. You had to up your antics. As if there were no intentions behind your movement, you changed your position, so you were lying down with your legs facing Chishiya. Your knees were bent and just far enough apart that he could see your lack of underwear.

Chishiya noticed immediately, his eyes lingering on the sight before him for a few too many seconds for it to appear natural. His hands were clenched tightly into fists, the veins on them popping up underneath his skin. He shifted again, this time to move the growing hardness that was now feeling rather cramped in his jeans to a more comfortable position. Still, he didn’t do anything more. He made no attempt to approach you, to convince you to stop this stupid sex boycott. That would require an apology, and he was not about to give in even if it was very, very tempting.

Annoyed by his lack of response, you got up from the couch and marched to the kitchen. If you weren’t getting laid, you at least wanted a snack. Something to take your mind off of the emptiness in your core. God, you wanted him…

You shook your head to clear your thoughts and instead grabbed a plate and some bread to make a sandwich. Just as you began arranging the toppings on the white bread, Chishiya walked into the kitchen. Of course, you were mad at him. Double mad. You were both mad that he wasn’t falling in your trap and mad that he wouldn’t apologise. So instead of looking at him, you kept your eyes on the sandwich you were constructing. Chishiya stepped up behind you, getting close enough that you could feel his incredibly hard length pressing against your lower back. His hands lifted your skirt up to expose your rear to him. He grabbed it, squeezing the ample flesh hard. He loved your ass. So much. This whole ordeal truly was terrible for both of you.

“Don’t do this to me.” he growled into your ear; his face buried deep in the crook of your neck. The air from his deep, shaky breaths brushed over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. That, combined with his hands firmly placed on your ass, made you want to give in. But you couldn’t. You had to win this or you would never hear the end of it.

“Apologise.” You said. It was a simple demand.

Chishiya paused. His hands loosened their grip on your body as he fought his urges.

“I have nothing to apologise for.” he stated.

Fuck. You had hoped for another response. The yearning was almost painful at this point, your body was so desperate for his touch. However, you stayed strong and instead pulled your skirt back down to cover your ass.

“Okay,” you said as if you weren’t going insane. “You can speak to me when you’re ready to apologise.”

Just as you were about to leave with your sandwich, Chishiya grabbed your wrist and pulled you back, so you were face to face.

“You’re killing me here, you know that right?” he said with a small smile on his lips. Although your actions were tormenting him, he could also see the amusing aspect of them. He had to admit, it was a creative plan. Chishiya took the plate out of your hands and put it back on the kitchen counter before lifting you up and placing you next to your sandwich. Standing in between your legs and leaned forward so his mouth was right next to your ear, he finally said the words you had been waiting for.

“I’m sorry.”

You both knew he didn’t mean it, but honestly you didn’t care. You couldn’t even remember what you were mad about, so it wasn’t as if the apology was actually important to you. You simply didn’t want to quit the sex boycott out of sheer stubbornness.

“Thank you.” you said while smiling. Chishiya felt your cheeks lift and responded by smiling too. You felt his warm hands move under your skirt again.

“May I?” he asked, his voice deep with desire. You nodded and hummed, wanting nothing more than that right now. He wasted no time and immediately lifted up your skirt, causing your now bare ass to get contact with the cold granite countertop. Chishiya looked down your body, admiring the way your needy opening was already dripping with desire. A singular strong finger moved down between your folds, sliding up and down to tease your entrance.

“Mmm... Chishiya don’t do this to me,” you whined with closed eyes. Chishiya’s cheeks raised even more against yours, letting you know his smug smirk was back on his face.

“This hasn’t been easy for you either, has it?” He asked, sounding very satisfied that he had this amount of effect on you.

“It’s been terrible.”

“You’re a very stubborn woman,” he said with an amused tone. “You could just have given in, you know?”

“I couldn’t let you win. You would never let me hear the end of it.”

Chishiya snorted. You were right, of course, and he knew that. Over the past few years, you had come to know each other very well. You knew how to make each other happy, mad, or - as right now - deeply desperate for one another.

Chishiya’s finger finally entered you, followed shortly by another one as he slowly began pumping them in and out of you just as you liked it. You were already a moaning mess, your sounds being somewhat muffled by his shoulder that you were resting your head on.

Before you knew it - and all too soon - you were once more left empty as Chishiya retracted his fingers to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants and boxers just enough to free his length. He wasted no time, sinking himself deeply into you. Your walls welcomed him by squeezing tightly around him, making him go wild. He grabbed your hips hard to stabilise you and began fiercely driving himself into you as the two of you indulged in your animalistic urges.

Not satisfied by your muffled sounds, Chishiya grabbed your jaw and forced you away from his shoulder You got eye contact, only furthering the electricity in the air. Your mouths connected for a short, but rather aggressive kiss, before he pulled away again.

“Let me hear you,” he growled.

You obliged, your moans and whimpers now harmonising with his. The only other sound in the kitchen was that of skin slapping hard against skin, as Chishiya continued to ferociously thrust into you, giving your body no break. Because of that, it didn’t take long before you felt the well-known feeling of a coil tightening in your abdomen. Chishiya felt it too in the way that your walls were now crushing down around his dick tightly.

Neither of you lasted long. With a final thrust you came undone around Chishiya. The pulsating of your core made him finish seconds later, causing his hips to stutter as he came into you. Your moans slowly died down, leaving the room quiet except for the sound of your combined heavy breathing. Once he recovered, Chishiya brushed some hair out of your face and placed a kiss on your forehead.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled, leaving you confused.

“Why are you saying you’re sorry again?”

Chishiya smirked and pulled away just enough so he could look you in the eyes.

“What you’ve taught me is that ‘sorry’ is the secret password to sleep with you.”

“Oh shut up,” you said before laughing. “Is that your takeaway from this?”

Chishiya snickered before kissing your forehead again.

“More or less.”

He helped you down from the kitchen counter before handing you your sandwich. Reunited with your snack - and of course after finally getting the release you had been craving - you looked satisfied as you walked back to the living room. Chishiya followed you shortly, throwing himself down in the couch next to you before putting his arm around you.

The both of you had long forgotten the argument that had caused this entire situation. Everything was back to normal - at least until the next fight. But right now, you didn’t want to think about that. Instead, you wanted to enjoy the feeling of peace and love that once more filled up the apartment.

#aib chishiya #chishiya alice in borderland #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya smut #chishiya x reader #shuntaro chishiya #aib #alice in borderland #chishiya x you #smut #fanfic #fanfiction

[rafecameronsmistress]

NO ESCAPE

description] Fem Reader x Rafe Cameron x Barry

[summary] After a rough breakup Rafe sends Barry out to find you at a party and what they have for you in store is a nightmare full of pleasure

[cw + tw] 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, abusive relationship, physical abuse, strong language, stalking, non con, alcohol use, drug use, gun use, life threatening, degrading talk, angst, fear, embarrassment, SMUT

[authors note] this one is VERY long and has VERY sensitive triggers, please read at your own risk

‼️ADULT CONTENT AHEAD‼️

Enjoy 🖤

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Text messages:

- Kie: hey are you coming to Sarah’s party tonight? it’s at the water, i can pick you up

- y/n: i dont know.. after everything that happened with Rafe im afraid he’ll show up and i don’t want to see him right now

- Kie: Sarah told me he wasn’t going because she invited pogues lmao

- y/n: i’ll think about it, i’ll call you in an hour or so

- Kie: kk <3

Rafe and i dated for a year before things got bad, we had our ups and downs but never did i expect him to put his hands on me in a violent way

Rafe hit me for the first time a month ago, he said he was sorry and that he just couldn’t handle the way things were going with his family and business

i gave him the benefit of the doubt because he has been under so much stress and sometimes i add to the problem

two days later he hit me again and split my lip open then screamed in my face because i got blood on his shirt

slowly his i love you’s turned into i hate you’s

it’s hard because i love him so much, he was the picture boyfriend, until he wasn’t

i hid the abuse, i didn’t want people to know, just incase he changed

my friends know we ended badly but they just assumed it’s because Rafe is an asshole, everybody knows he is

the first time he threatened to kill me was the day that i left, that was only a week ago

he held me down on the floor of his bedroom with one hand around my throat and the other holding his pistol to my temple “the next time you speak to me like that again i’m going to put a bullet in your fucking skull, DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?” his words spit on me like venom

a part of me misses him and that’s why i don’t want to see him tonight, i’ll cave and end up going home with him, i know i will, because i love him

i lay down in bed and close my eyes, i’ll make a decision in a little while

i fall asleep for a few hours and when i wake up i have another text from Kie

Kie: so Sarah and i decided you ARE coming because we need you!! she told me Rafe will not be there, the boys are coming too nothing bad is going to happen!! get dressed bitch i’ll pick you up at 7

i text JJ, John B, and Pope in a group chat

- me: hey all 3 of you are going to Sarah’s party tonight right?

- John B: yeah i’m here now helping her set up

- Pope: yes i’m picking Cleo up soon

- JJ: yep Kie called me and told me that you’re afraid Captain Douchebag will show up so obviously i will be there… and i would like to drink some alcohol…

- me: thanks boys, see you later <3

i let out a sigh of relief, at least those 3 will be able to handle Rafe if he shows up

i undress myself to take a shower and run my fingers over my yellow healing rib cage where Rafe had kicked me a couple weeks ago

tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. tonight will be fun. i try to convince myself, i deserve to go out

after i shower i do my hair and makeup then get dressed

i throw on a short pink dress and my birkenstock sandals

7:03pm

text message

- Kie: i’m here

Kie is in my driveway playing music on full blast and dancing like a nut which makes me laugh, i’m always thankful for her trying to lift my spirits

We jam out in the car and get ourselves pumped for the party

When we get there i scan the entire lot for Rafes pickup or dirt bike, neither of which i see

“Relax y/n, he’s not coming” Kie says, she grabs my hand and holds it, we share a smile, hers excited, mine nervous

A giant bonfire glows in the middle of a heard of people

Loud music, beer, liquor, and over 100 people- kooks and pogues combined…

if Rafe isn’t coming, he at least has someone watching

i immediately grab a drink to loosen up so i can enjoy tonight, the first one goes down like water so i pour myself a second

“whoaaa slow down there killa, you’re drinking like me right now!” JJ laughs while nudging my arm “i’ll be right here all night, enjoy yourself, i got you” he says with the sweetest smile

i’m on my 3rd drink and 2nd shot, my cheeks feel rosy and i have the urge to move my hips “Sarah! come dance with me!” i demand while holding out my hand

“sorry babe, my girl needs me” she says to John B getting up from his lap, she grabs hold of my hand and we dance, solo cups in the air

the boys stay close by and enjoy watching us make a fool of our selves while they smoke a joint

my phone vibrates

text message:

- Rafe: don’t drink so much, you’ll get sick

tunnel vision. nausea. panic. swallow it, don’t let anybody know.

“i’ll be right back” i tell Sarah “i need to fill my cup”

“okay” she furrows her eyebrows “you okay?”

i give her a nod and the best smile i could

once i’m out of sight i run to Kie’s car, hopping in and locking the doors, i need to sit down, my heart is pounding out of my chest, i can hear the blood rushing in my ears

*knock knock* i jump out of my skin, i’m met face to face with Barry

“open the door sweetheart” he smiles flashing his gold teeth

this can’t be happening.

i go to grab my phone to call JJ. where is my it?

Barry waves my phone in front of my face taunting me. how the fuck did i drop it?

“open the door y/n, don’t make this difficult” he tugs on the handle “open it, i’m not playing witchu right now” i shake my head “country club wants you to come wit me, y’aint safe here without him” his eyes grow darker, i don’t budge

he gets on the phone, he’s calling Rafe “you either come out on your own or i call him and he pulls you out, your choice” i’m scared. i don’t want to make Rafe mad. but i don’t want to see him. i’m getting a headache.

i make the dumbest decision of my life. i open the door, my hands shaking 100mph.

“that’s it, let’s get you home” he says grabbing my hand hard

my face is burning up. my legs grow weak under me. i’m stone cold sober at this point.

we approach the truck, “Barry please“ i plead “i’m sorry mama, y’know him” he helps me into the passenger seat and buckles me in, “can i have my phone please, i need to tell my friends i went home” i cry “can’t letchu do that, what’s ya password, i’ll text ‘em for you” he says, i shake my head rejecting the offer

he starts the truck and we take off

his phone rings “yeah i got her, she was a good girl, she didn’t fight me” he smirks “we’ll be there soon”

i stay silent, Barry puts his hand on my thigh and i flinch at his touch “what’s wrong sweet thing, scared of a little love?” he laughs

we pull up to Tannyhill, Rafe is standing out front with a whiskey glass in his hand, he raises it and smiles at me

my stomach is in knots

i want to scream for help and run

the other half of me wants to jump into his arms and submit

Barry gets out of the truck and walks around opening my door “c’mon, get out” i jump down and fix my dress and fix a smile in attempt to hide my mixed feelings

“you look nice, who’d you get dressed up for?” Rafe asks “nobody” i reply, he laughs “sexy little thing isn’t she?” he asks Barry, “yessir” he grins

i want to crawl inside my own skin

Rafe grabs me by the arm “let’s get inside” he looks at Barry “you comin? you’re not gonna want to miss this”

he brings me to the couch and sits me down, “what to do with you?” he ponders finishing his drink

“Rafe i want to go home” i whimper

“and you know what i want? a girlfriend that doesn’t dress like a slut and go to parties without me” he seethes “since you wanna act like a slut, take your clothes off, i’ll treat you like a slut” his eyes filled with fury

“i’m not your girlfriend anymore” i whisper

“what was that?” he cocks his head to the side

“nothing” i say

i stand up and slowly pull my dress over my head, my knees becoming weak, leaving me exposed in just my panties in front of him and Barry

“lay down on the couch” he demands, i obey “now touch yourself”

“Rafe please i-“ there’s no use in begging, i bring one hand down to my pussy and run it up and down my panties, the thought of them watching begins to turn me on no matter how hard i try to reject the feeling

“she’s sweet” Barry says licking his lips

“wait til you taste her” Rafe says deviously

their words go straight to my heat, i rub my clit in circles arching my back, trying not to let out a sound

“come here” i say holding my hand out to Rafe, my pussy aching for him

“you’re gonna finish yourself off first” he smirks

Barry adjusts himself clearly growing hard, Rafe watches me like a hawk not missing a beat

i pick up the pace now craving dick inside of me, i throw my head back and whimper coming closer to an orgasm, the band in my belly snaps and my legs start convulsing, i ride out my orgasm and when i’m finished i beg to be fucked “come here- please”

Rafe looks at Barry “try her out” he says patting him on the back

the look of fear on my face. Rafe would never let someone else look at me nevermind fuck me.

“since you wanna act like a slut..” he says shrugging his shoulders, then topping off his whiskey

i become embarrassed, im attracted to Barry but being on display is not something im used to

Barry gets comfortable in the chair and pats his lap, he undoes his belt and slides his pants down to his knees, his hard on is enormous even through his boxers

i try to contain my arousal and walk toward him, looking at Rafe for approval, he nods

i lower myself to my knees and pull Barry’s erection from his boxers, it fills my entire hand

“i ain’t even gotta ask to get my dick sucked, you got this one trained man” he laughs

Rafe walks behind me and manspreads on the couch enjoying every second of this

i seal my mouth on Barry, bobbing my head up and down while working my tongue inside “shhhit” he groans, saliva begins dripping out the sides of my mouth

i go to work on his swollen cock, his moans encouraging me to get the job done “that’s it baby” he takes a sharp breath in

“get up and sit on him, facing me” Rafe commands from behind

i rise from the floor, turn around, push my panties to the floor and kick them off

i slowly seat myself on Barry’s length, i gasp taking all of him inside my cunt

his hands reaching in front of me to grab my breasts, he holds onto them and starts pumping into me from below

i try to hold myself up on the arms of the chair while i’m staring directly into Rafe’s lust filled eyes

“ohhmygod- yes- fuck me-” i moan in between breaths

“how does she feel?” Rafe growls not taking his eyes off of me “like a million bucks country club” Barry replies while slamming his hips into my ass repeatedly

“flip her onto the chair and fuck her brains out” Rafe instructs

Barry pulls me off his lap and flips me around, my chest pushed into the chair and my ass in the air he slams into me showing no mercy

i can’t control the sounds coming from my mouth, moaning, whimpering, and screaming at the way i’m being used

Barry pulls out of me and releases on my ass leaving my pussy dripping “you like that shit huh?” he says rubbing my slit from behind “taste her” Rafe says, Barry sticks his fingers in his mouth savoring the taste of me “just like candy” he tells Rafe

my torso still on the chair and my knees on the floor i lay there weak, trying to control my breathing

Barry gets dressed and pours himself a glass of liquor, sitting in the other chair

“c’mon we’re not done, get up” Rafe says, i try to stand but my legs are weak “i think you broke her” he laughs looking at Barry “sorry man, she’s got great pussy” he says

Rafe walks over to me and wraps his hand around my throat, lifting me to my feet, he sloppily kisses me and without warning plummets two fingers inside of me causing me to scream

“who’s pussy is this?” he asks pushing deeper inside of me, “it’s yours” i choke out, his hand still tight around my wind pipe,

“say it again” he growls

“it’s yours Rafe, i’m all yours” i plead

his hand slips into my hair and he guides me to the couch by my head using me like a rag doll

he throws me down on my stomach then pulls my hips into the air

“look at you, you’re a fuckin mess” he smacks my pussy causing me to cry out “you like that?” he smacks it again, i wince in a mixture of pain and pleasure

Rafe pulls me up by the back of my head “open your mouth” i open and he sticks his fingers inside, i suck his fingers just like i would suck his cock, Rafe loves having his fingers in my mouth “dirty fuckin slut” he says

he removes his fingers and forces them into my tender vagina, he works his hand slowly like he’s dissecting my insides, i move my hips back and forth trying to fuck his hand my pussy screaming to be pounded

“she just can’t get enough huh?” Barry says “i told you she was a good one” Rafe smiles

his slides his warm fingers out of me and spits on my cunt, i feel it drip down to my clit “please-“ i look back at him

Rafe pulls his shorts and boxers down exposing his delicious throbbing cock, he’s leaking precum

i brace myself

he taps the back of my pussy with his dick a few times before sliding it in, i feel myself become full of him “i gonna fuck you like i hate you” he whispers

guttural screams escape my lips as he sinks deeper into my swollen used hole, he feels so good

he pushes my face into the couch “shut the fuck up and take it”

i turn my head to the side to catch my breath and see Barry sipping on his liquor enjoying every moment, i hold eye contact with him while i cry out

Rafe picks up the pace, the sound of our skin smacking engulfs the entire room

it all becomes too much, the overstimulation is extreme, i reach back trying to push him away

“i ain’t done” he growls grabbing both my arms and pinning them behind my back “i’m gonna fuck MY pussy as long as i want”

i’m screaming at this point, i can feel him in my stomach, a new sensation arises in my pussy, stronger then an orgasm “Rafe i- i can’t-“ and then i feel a release and a gush of liquid between my legs

“squirting on me like a dirty whore” he smacks my ass hard, “i fucking love it”

“please- please-“ i sob begging him to stop, my body convulsing, eyes rolling in the back of my head

Rafe slams into once more before cumming inside me, he pulls out and places a gentle kiss on my ass

my body goes limp and i lay flat on the couch, he pulls my hips back up and holds them there, “stay up til you soak all of me in”

i lay there defeated, used, and bruised

Rafe wipes the sweat from his brows and puts his pants back on, he walks over to the table and pours himself another glass of whiskey, clinking cups with Barry

they sit across from my numb body and watch me recover

“you’re such a good girl” Rafe praises “you’re never getting rid of me”

#fanfic #obx fanfiction #outer banks #fem reader #obx smut #smut #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron #rafe fanfiction #barry obx #barry obx smut #barry obx fanfiction #outer banks smut

[emojellyace08]

Lookism x Artist! Reader Headcannons 🖤🥀🎨 Part 1 (J-High-Main Boys)

Warnings: None Genre: fluff ☁️ Reader is gender neutral (and in an established relationship with the character of choice :)

︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵︵‿

Daniel Park (Park Hyung Seok)

He is so amazed by your drawings no matter what art style you use. Your works never failed to surprise him.

Daniel can't also help but to stare at your focused yet cute face when you try to draw on your sketchbook/paper (he'll stop if you find it creepy but he can't help it sometimes). He's really astonished by how you illustrate something with passion and take it to the next level even if it's just a doodle. Danny also finds it really smart and creative if you put meaning behind your drawings, whether it's sad or happy! He really likes to see the way you view things in life and express your thoughts on a piece of paper/canvas and he also can't help but to shower you with lots of compliments "Y/N It looks so cool! Keep up the good work!"

Daniel will also appreciate it if you use him as your reference! His heart will melt if you initiate to sketch him especially his original body. He felt so loved and cared about when you, his special someone sees the beauty in him no matter what shape, form or size he's in. He'll look at you like 🥺👉👈"Wa-Wait really? Are you sure?" HAHAHHAHAHAHA XD. Don't mind him but when he'll have an angst episode especially when his insecurities are getting in the way again, your comfort plus your artwork of him can really lift up his spirits. "You really find me cute in my other body?" he'll ask you in his taller form as you cup his cheeks and give him a peck as a sign of affection not wanting him to feel sadness and self-loathing himself. "Yep, that's why I always ask you to be my super model for my drawings! You're more than just your looks, so chin up Danny!" he can't help but smile thinking about it especially when he's feeling sad again, him feeling loved by you especially when it's not just his looks that you really adore and love about him (he feels the same for you). It really boosts his confidence more and in return, he'll not only compliment your works but also everything about you that's just so amazing to him.

If you're the shy type who won't show off your artworks to him, he'll definitely respect your privacy and space though he can't help but to be curious sometimes. And if you're the messy and inorganized type, expect him to just randomly check out your sketchbook especially when you both clean your shared apartment (don't scold him though he just picked it up on either the floor or the dining table which where it shouldn't be lmao). "So-Sorry Y/N I didn't know what I was doing sorry!" Though he will feel relieved when you just simply brushed it off saying it's fine but he won't stop apologizing when he can feel that you're upset about it. But this rarely happens since he will think about his actions first before doing it and he'll feel so much relieved when you started showing him his drawings and him seeing you breaking into your comfort zone.

Overall Danny's supportive about your hobby as long as you don't illustrate something too weird. He wouldn't mind if you teach him the basics or if you also you use one of his friends as your model/reference (especially Duke or his mom). He just loves you so much as much as you love him too (I need a Danny in my life right now).

Zack Lee (Lee Jin Sung)

This man will talk about you to literally everybody 24/7 (in good and really romantic way of course).

Zack's so amazed by everything you do even if it's the simplest things, so what more if you make a masterpiece everybody should be proud of ;)?

He'll also ask if he can take a look of your sketches and he'll be SUPERRR HAPPY when you showed him your sketchbooks and random doodles. Zack's so fascinated by how you illustrate things in your art style, making him showering you with lots of compliments. "You're so good at this! You really are a perfect person!". Trust me when I say that just like Daniel if you asked him to draw him as a reference, his heart will not only beat a hundred times faster but he's also going to explode from your request. His someone asking him to sketch him? His day couldn't get so much better. Just like Danny, Zack will also look at you with that puppy eyes when you ask him to draw him "Really?🥺👉👈" AHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA xD. He will also tease you about it. Him posing with funny poses while you force yourself to not laugh (he's also doing it to make you smile trust me). "Y/N you think I'm attractive?" "No why?" you playfully denied as you smirked at his reaction before he teases you back. "But why did you ask for me to be your model for your drawings?" "OH C'MON ZACK JUST STAY IN PLACE I CAN'T TAKE A GOOD REFERENCE PHOTO OF YOU" "SORRY Y/N I WON'T DO IT AGAIN!".

If you're the shy type, he'll be okay if you don't want to show your drawings to him. But he'll be definitely be sad and crying inside since he feel like you don't trust him enough lmao (though he'll still respect your wishes). And he will also sneak up to see your works when it's just chilling on your desk or table, but he'll be so sorry and crying when you caught him touching your things without your permission. "SORRY Y/N I WON'T DO IT AGAINNNN!!! PLEASE FORGIVE MEEEE!!!. However, he'll be also relieved when you're okay with him checking out your sketchbook, though next time he'll ask for your permission though! (Always asking you with those puppy eyes. "Y/N can I take a look of your drawings again? I'll be careful with it I promise🥺👉👈 ". He'll also not let anyone touch your things and your coloring materials to other people unless you say so (He'll hand it to Mira since she's careful enough about others' belongings or he'll just simply put it on your desk when he needs to do something important).

Zack is just wholesome and supportive about your hobby. He will always flex you on his friends not only about your artistry but almost about everything about you. "Do you know Y/N is a great artist? You can ask for her to draw you if she/he doesn't mind it ;)". (Protect Zack at all cost).

Vasco (Lee Eun Tae)

Another cinnamon roll here.

Vasco really loves your drawings so much! He's always curious on how you managed to sketch pretty illustrations especially cute animals like kittens and puppies! He has that same puppy expression while his eyes sparkle as he views your artworks in awe. He's so confused when he tries to draw the same as you but it always end up looking a bit weird lmao (But we still love him).

He'll talk about you to Burn Knuckles especially Jace. Their reactions will be so priceless. No one had made Vasco smile and made his day better other than them! "VASCO, YOU TALKED TO A GIRL/BOY???!" "YEAH! SHE'S/HE'S SO PRETTY/HANDSOME, KIND AND SHE'S/HE'S A DRAWER!" "You mean artist right?" Jace asked as Vasco nodded with a cute smile. "Yeah! her/his drawings are so amazing!" As you became friends, Vasco will ask for you to draw him a puppy if you don't mind! And he'll be sooo happy if you did so especially on his birthday (he cherishes the others gifts that the others had given him but he just really loves your art so much!). "JACE! Y/N DREW A PUPPY FOR ME IT'S SO CUTE SHE/HE EVEN PUT IT INSIDE A PICTURE FRAME!"

If you're the shy type, he'll wonder why you're a bit hesitant of showing your works to him, though he will respect it and not force you to but he still can't help but to be curious about what it looks like. But after getting to know each other and getting closer, he will ask again if he can take a look of your sketches and if you agreed so, he'll appreciate you for trusting him and he'll give you lots of compliments so that you can show him your other drawings and he'll have that huge and cute eyes 🥺👉👈 while his mouth his gaped open in shock about how your drawings are so pretty. "Y/N you did all of this? It looks SOOO PRETTY!". And if you're the messy type or you constantly misplace your things, he'll always find your sketchbook where you left it and he'll shout at you with that childish yet deep voice as it echoes in the school hallways holding it up while waving his hand to catch your attention. "Y/NNNNN! I FOUND YOUR SKETCHBOOK IT'S ON THE CAFETERIA TABLE!!!" If he's a dog right now, his tail will waggle if you pat his head and thanked him for helping it find it. "Thanks Euntae, I appreciate your help". Your kindness along with your warm smiles, talent, and hard work never fails to amaze him and fall in love for you more!

And if you and Vasco became official after some time, expect the Burn Knuckles to cry while cheering for the both of you. You'll also find it entertaining to teach the them how to draw silly stuff that they like (It can be a pain in the ass but if that's what makes Vasco happy and you to get each other know better you're probably going to do it lmao, protect Vasco at all cost).

Jay Hong (Hong Jae Yol)

This man would be so protective and proud of you.

Jay finds it really interesting when you illustrate something beautiful while being effortless. If you're seatmates with him, he would slightly look at you sketching random things while the teacher discusses another boring lesson. Him multi-tasking with him just listening to the teacher's ramble while his eyes are focused on you drawing on your scratch paper instead of taking notes. Both of you may get into trouble for not listening but since Jay's a top student he can help you catch up with the topics (Istg I saw him on the anime and webtoon not taking notes down while there's a lesson yet he's manages to be in the top how does he do that?)

Headcannon: You and Jay would communicate with cute and silly drawings. For example you and Jay would exchange notes with you asking him how he's feeling or if he's been doing well with a cute cat doodle with a confused/concerned expression plastered on its face with a question mark. And he would respond back with a much simpler drawing of a dog smiling (considering how much he's scared of dogs, well he used to be), a sign/message that he's okay as the conversation will go on :) He also respects it if you're a bit shy of showing your drawings to him not wanting you to feel uncomfortable but he would also appreciates it when you initiate to show it to him. If you're the messy type he'll also check your sketchbook before giving it back to you. Though he will often ask permission if he can check your artworks out.

He also really likes your artstyle! No matter what style or genre of drawing you have you'll never fail to amaze him. He would also appreciate it when you draw him! I promise you he will put all of your illustrations that you gave him on expensive frames and he'll take care and preserve it like it's a delicate piece of masterpiece that needs to be put and hang on a museum (I love him so much).

Overall, Jay and you will have a special bond especially with anything related to art. Jay's perspective on it is so unique. Since he's having a really hard time in expressing his emotions and thoughts through words, he finds it as an escape and comfort on his problems (for an example is him with good fashion style). So having a partner who's an artist can be relatable for him, you and him will be a good power couple! (he also loves your good attitude and values so please be nice to him :).

A/N: Part 2 will be with Eli, Hudson, Warren, and Johan (if possible)

#lookism x reader #lookism x y/n #lookism x you #daniel park x reader #jay hong x reader #zack lee x reader #vasco x reader #lookism manhwa #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism fic #headcannons #character x you #lookism x male reader #lookism x female reader #lookism x gender neutral reader

[peachesofteal]

I know Bear Shifter Price is kinda over, but! As a cashier in a bum fuck no where town, I have some thoughts! Not a request, just thoughts.

So, I walk…. A LOT. Like, 10 miles a day. (By choice, I like the exercise) 5 miles to my job, 5 miles back. I feel like that would *kill* Price.

Rain? I have a rain coat. Snow? I have a LL bean snow coat and snow boots. Hot as hell? Shit tons of sun screen, sunglasses, and water!

My customers will honk and wave as they pass me, some will come in and ask “did I see you walking?” “Yep, lol! That’s me!” “You walk so far!”

Some offer me rides, I decline every time. I like my exercise, I like the time outside, I like being in the top 13% of listeners on Spotify… and I don’t want to get stabbed by a murderer.

Again, I feel like that would *kill* Price. He feels like one of those guys that would see me as they drive by and do a double take.

I think it’d kill him even more because, once? Some dude pulled onto the side walk RIGHT in front of me, I was *inches* from his grill. He hopped out, gave me tarot cards, advised me to use them wisely, said his name was Brad, then left…. I have never seen Brad again. I was also in a dead spot so I couldn’t call anyone- I cried and laugh hysterically at the same time. (Gave the tarot cards to my coworker, they creeped me tf out.)

Just thoughts I had on my walk while I read your blog.

….i luv uuuuuuuuuu~ ur beautifuuuuuuul!~

Ayyy this is (I think?) for @ceilidho and I would be remiss if I didn’t take the chance to recommend the fic being referenced here, which is landscape with honey.

I do agree though. I think Price would have a aneurysm over the idea of you walking ten miles anywhere, even if you enjoy it 🖤

#peaches asks

[salty-croissants]

m a y b e a bullfrog (or ray I don’t mind) with a FtM partner ? :3

Thank you for the request !

I gotta say I was a bit nervous about this one , this is the first ever FtM reader I’ve ever written … I really hope I got it right :,I

Details : use of FtM reader ( he/him pronouns are used ) ;

established relationships ;

no warnings needed 

Bullfrog 💚

Okay , so three words : supportive frog boyfriend .

Bullfrog is the biggest sweetheart and he is going to support any decision you make regarding your identity . 

He is going to love you no matter what , nothing is ever going to change that ❤️

If your hair ever gets too long for your comfort , Bullfrog will be more than happy to help you with it since I think he’d be pretty good at those aesthetic related things …

Plus it’s just very relaxing to feel his gentle touch on your head as he takes care of you …

< Thanks sweetie, I really appreciate it ~

 I would’ve cut it myself , but you remember how it went last time , haha … > 

 < No need to thank me mon amour : you can always count on me . >

He definitely takes your preferences with pronouns and names very seriously , and if someone were to make you uncomfortable by not respecting them or saying something bad to you in general Bullfrog will definitely react accordingly : he may not be in favor of vengeance , but he won’t allow anyone to make his beloved upset , and he can be very … 

Persuasive . 

< Alright sir … I need you to listen to me , because I will not repeat myself .

Unless you start treating my y/n with the respect he deserves I’m afraid I can’t let you be near him . > 

< Hah , and why would I be scared of … of …

Is that a … knife … ? > 

< Oui , and I assure you it would be quite a shame to … go down this path . 

I hope I’ve made myself clear . > 

< Haha , yep ! Yeah , we’re clear , crystal clear !! > 

Rayman 🧡

Rayman is just so proud of you for finding an identity that fits with who you want to be , and much like Bullfrog he is incredibly supportive of any choice you make .

I also believe that since he spent his whole life being cast out for who he was and what he looked like , he would definitely shower you with love and compliments to let you know that he accepts and loves the person that you’ve become . 

< y/n … ? Have I told you how beautiful you are today ? > 

< Hehe , you did , three times I think … but I won’t mind if you tell me again ~ > 

< I just can’t help it , darling … when I look at you , I just can’t believe I got so lucky , y’know ? You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me … I really mean that . > 

< Aw Ray … I love you so much ~ > 

If you need to use binders ? Rayman is going to make sure that you have the most comfortable ones he can find , discussing all the details with you to get something that works the best for you : 

he just can’t stand the idea of his y/n hurting in any way , shape or form , and he wants to do his best to actively help you somehow . 

< You okay honey ? Does it feel alright ? > 

< Mhm , yeah ! Thanks again for helping me pick it Ray , this one fits so well ! > 

Despite his very friendly and cheerful demeanor around other people , if somebody ever were to say something mean spirited about you … 

Boy , he’s going to be pissed .

< Uh , excuse me … ? What was that about my partner ? 

How about you leave him the hell alone ? > 

Rayman is definitely very protective of you , and he’ll do anything to keep you safe , even if it means risking to damage his reputation as Eden’s voice …

You’re far more important to him than any of those things after all .

Ramon 🖤

Remember what I said about Rayman being protective of you ? 

Well , now this man will go absolutely feral if anyone dares to even remotely touch you or say something bad to you .

You’re precious to him beyond any measure or logic , and this means that Ramon will often be quite careless about himself if it means keeping you safe …

< Ram , what was that ?? Those guys could’ve killed you ! > 

< It’s fine … I’m … okay . > 

< No you aren’t , you’re bleeding . 

I can handle those kinds of comments , I’ve dealt with them before , you know that … 

I don’t want you to throw yourself at dangerous situations for me , isn’t that what you always tell me not to do ? > 

< That’s different … hiss - > 

< Careful , don’t move around too much … that’s a deep cut , we need to patch it up right away . > 

< … thanks y/n … sorry about that . I just - when I heard them call you those terrible names , I couldn’t just … >

< It’s okay sweetie , just take it easy … I’ll take care of you , now and always . > 

Sometimes you like to surprise Ramon by wearing his clothes ( even though they’re often a bit small ) , especially his coat , and the way he smiles while staring at you never fails to make your heart skip a beat …

You really are the only reason for happiness he has left . 

< Heh … what are you doing ? > 

< Well it was getting a bit cold , and your coat was right there , soo … I thought I’d try it on for a little while ~

I can take it off if you want though - > 

< No no , you can keep it … looks good on you , love ~ > 

Overall , Ramon will do all he can to make you see how much he cares about you and that he really can’t live without you in his life :

expect lots of physical affection , which also includes gentle caresses and kisses on your scars ( only if you’re okay with it of course ) … anything he can do to make you feel appreciated ? He’ll do it .

< God , you’re so pretty , y/n … I wish we could stay like this forever … > 

#captain laserhawk #x reader #bullfrog x reader #rayman x reader #bullfrog captain laserhawk #captain laserhawk bullfrog #captain lazerhawk rayman #captain lazerhawk bullfrog #rayman #ftm reader

[jungwnies]

♡₊˚𓂃⠀◟ ; pretending to want a baby

synopsis. pranking bts saying you want a baby for a tik tok !

genre. just for laughs, slice of life, comedy, romance ! wc. ~1.3k !

warnings. mentions of sex, pregnancy, etc. !

1,000 followers is super crazy! thank you guys for all the support i really cannot fathom how that many of you guys read and appreciate my work 🖤 thank you always for everything i am forever grateful for all of you !! hopefully i can plan on a 1,000 follower special for you guys soon thank you again …

(txt version can be found here x)

김남준 #. 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧

“joon.” you say without much thought as you lay down in his lap after setting up your camera.

he looked down at you and went, “hm?”

“i think we should have a baby.” you tell him interlocking your hands scooting a little closer to him still lying comfortably in his lap.

he looks at you and laughs, “that’s a joke right?”

you shake your head, “no, i think we should really have a baby. before you get all old and senile you know?” you tell him before laughing.

“old and senile? i’ll prove to you im not old and senile.” he laughs pinning you down playfully on the couch.

“i said before you get old and senile.” you tell him laughing pushing him off. “it was just a joke anyways, don’t need to take it seriously.”

he chuckles at you before kissing your forehead as you ended the video on your phone, “can i still show you that i’m not old and senile though?” he whispers into your ear as his hand snaked around your waist.

김석진 #. 𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐤𝐣𝐢𝐧

you walk up to seokjin as he cooked up dinner, you wrap your arms around him and smile, “you look so cute in your apron.”

he laughs, “get off let me keep cooking, unless you’re fine with this burning?”

you unlatch your arms and lean your back against the counter facing jin and he tended to the pot on the stove. “i think we should have a baby.” you say out of the blue causing jin to add a little too much salt.

his fingers quickly turn off the stove and he looks at you, “a baby?”

you nod your head, “yes, a baby.”

seokjin laughs at you and sighs, “this is just one of your pranks right?”

you shake your head, “we should get eloped and then have a baby.”

“ELOPED?” he shouts laughing. “we are not getting eloped, we’re going to have a nice wedding with our family and friends, then we can have a baby.”

“but i want a baby now.” you tell him latching your arms onto him again.

“then i guess i’m going to have to propose now.” he says beginning to get on one knee.

you quickly pick him up from the ground and laugh telling him it was a prank. “would you say yes if i was being serious?”

you look at jin and nod before placing a soft kiss on his lips.

민윤기 #. 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢

in his producing room you walk to him wrapping your arms around his neck and placing your chin gently on his head. “how’s the music coming?” you asks as he continued to focus on the music.

“almost done, why what’s up?” he asks turning around after saving his files.

you sit on his lap, straddling him almost. “i think we should have a baby.”

he smiles and laughs, “already?”

“i saw a baby on tik tok and it gave me baby fever.” you tell him smiling. “plus i think it would be cute to have a mini yoongi running around.”

“let’s hold off on having a baby.” he says standing you up. “we can always practice though.”

you laugh, “practice making a baby.”

“yep, right here in this room.” he tells you laughing.

you shake your head, “i’m not opposed to the idea but it was a prank.”

he sighs, “so we can’t do it in here?”

정호석 #. 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐢

this would be the opposite, hobi would be asking YOU.

“babe.” hobi said abruptly as the two of you were cuddled on the bed.

“hm?”

he puts his phone down then grabbing yours gently putting it on the nightstand besides him, “let’s have a baby.”

you look at him shocked, “ey?”

he laughs and kisses your forehead, “we should have a baby love.”

you pinch his cheeks, “you okay babe? what’s with the sudden baby fever?”

“my back is starting to ache and my knees are going to give out at any given time so why not have a baby now while we still can.” he says interlocking your fingers.

you think about a sigh, “as long as you carry the baby, then i mean fine.” you laugh before placing a kiss on hobi’s lips, “just joking baby, but maybe we should get married and perhaps practice the baby making process?”

“practicing baby making making sounds perfect to me.” he says before kissing you a littler longer.

박지민 #. 𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧

“babe.” you say trying to get your boyfriends attention. “baby, babe, jimin.” you finally say getting his attention.

“yes?” he says turning his head towards you.

“let’s have a baby.” you say walking towards him then placing your arms around his neck from behind. you place your chin on his head. “i think you’d be a great dad.”

jimin laughs, “you think?” he asks.

you nod and turn him around his chair and sit on his lap, straddling him. “i think it’d be cute to have a mini you running around the house, don’t you think?”

he places his hands on your hip and smiles, “the thought isn’t bad, but what about the reality.”

“just let me dream a little hm?” you say placing a kiss on his lips.

jimin interlocks your hands and looks at you smiling, “stop dreaming, let’s do it.” you look at him shocked and laugh, “i just hope you’re ready to deal with carrying the baby.” he tells you placing a kiss on your lips gently.

김태형 #. 𝐭𝐚𝐞𝐡𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐠

the two of you laid in bed comfortably watching a show on netflix. this was coming between you two, laying in bed before the night ends talking and watching a show… a literal definition of netflix and chill.

it wasn't long until a baby appeared on screen causing the both of you to go, "aw."

"babe." you abruptly say as the idea floated in your mind. "let's have a baby."

tae looks at you with an eyebrow raised, "right now?"

you nod, "you love babies, i love babies, you know if one plus one equals two then you and me equals baby." you say realizing how dumb it sounded coming out of your mouth.

"well-"

"that actually was really weird of me to say, but you get my point, me you, baby now." you smile.

he nods, "what about marriage?"

"we're already engaged my love, why not just speed up the process." you say rolling you eyes playfully.

"then let's have a baby." tae says leaning in for a kiss as he smiled.

전정국 #. 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤

jungkook was nonetheless amazing with kids, he was always playful and had a smile on his face.

and this time was no exception, you had brought him to a family outing and within seconds of saying hi to everyone he was already in the children's play pit interacting with them.

the sight couldn't help buy bring a smile to your face.

a few moments later jungkook joined you on the couch and interlocked your hands, "kids are so cute."

"why don't we have one then." you accidentally slip quickly covering your mouth just incase your aunts and uncles might hear you and make a big fuss of it.

jungkook leans in and places his head on your shoulder, his lips barely touching your ear, "the idea doesn't sound too bad."

you push his head off your shoulder playfully and laugh, "it was just a joke babe."

"but what if i don't want it to be a joke." he says playing with your fingers.

you look and him a smile, "it'll come when it's time."

"hopefully that time is soon then." he smiles interlocking your hands once again after he played with your fingers for about two minutes.

2022 © jungwnies

this has been sitting in my drafts for the longest time, and i finally finished it!

#bts #bts imagine #bts reaction #bts scenario #bts headcanon #bts reactions #bts scenarios #jin imagine #yoongi imagine #hoseok imagine #namjoon imagine #jimin imagine #taehyung imagine #jungkook imagine #jin #yoongi #hosoek #namjoon #jimin #taehyung #jungkook #bts drabble #bts one shot #bts fluff #bangtan #bangtan sonyeondan #kpop #kpop imagine #jungwnies #𐐪♡︎₊˚ ― jungwnies

[lavenderbexlatte]

day 17 - cockwarming

nct 1.1k words female reader insert Reader x Mark Lee NSFW

🖤 warnings: almost entirely Markspeak aka my favorite language, mark lee is inexperienced but well-meaning and ready to learn, penetrative sex, unprotected sex 🖤

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"Yo, I don't think it's like...physically possible, I'm serious."

"What's not?" you ask, groggy.

You'd been almost asleep, but Mark's very serious, very inquisitive statement dragged you right back out of it, much to your frustration. It's suddenly very hard to remember why you let him sleep over so often.

"This."

He slides his phone right in front of your face, resting on the pillow, and you blink against the sudden light. When you adjust, you can see a stupid tweet from someone with an anime profile pic talking about, of all things, cockwarming.

"What the hell are you looking at?"

"It just came on the TL, I dunno."

"Do we have to get your internet usage monitored or something?"

"No, fuck you!" he says automatically, "I just don't - how would that even work?"

"Why are you asking me?"

"Do you see anyone else here to ask?" Mark pulls his phone back, squinting down at the screen through the thick square lenses of his glasses that sit askew on his face.

He's well and truly woken you up, now, so you sit up more. A closer glance at his phone (that tweet still open - he's obsessed) reveals that it's barely two in the morning. You'd been in that place of mostly-asleep for maybe an hour, and you get the feeling you won't be nodding off again for a while.

"Do you even know what it is?" you ask.

Mark snorts. "Duh. Googled it."

"You couldn't figure it out by context clues?"

"The last fuckin' thing I need is to guess another sex thing wrong, yo," he mumbles.

You give him a vague sympathetic sound and a smack on the shoulder that mostly misses. "Don't wanna get bullied at Dream practice again?"

"As if those guys even get any."

"I'm sure Jeno could if he-"

"Ew," Mark interrupts.

He still has not put the phone down.

"Is there...something else to this?" you ask gently.

"Maybe."

Mark is ridiculous and distinctly teenaged-boy in his sense of humor, but he's not stupid. You know he's trying to roundabout his way into saying something. He wouldn't be fixating on it for any other reason.

"Does that something involve me?"

Mark gives you a half-grin, finally dropping his phone into the sheets. "Ha, maybe."

"Well, let me know when you figure it out." You roll over onto your side, facing away from him.

As soon as you're not looking directly at him, Mark seems to get himself together. Out of the spotlight, as it were, which is ironic.

"Kinda wanna try it."

You smile to yourself. "There we go."

"Is that a yes?"

Mark isn't even in the top 10 horniest guys you've ever met, content to do mostly nothing even when you're spending nights together, which is why you're being patient. He must be really interested in this, to mention it beyond a comment and a quick laugh.

"You need to ask for real so I can answer," you tease.

"I wanna try it," Mark says.

"Neat."

He groans. You hear a clatter that's probably his glasses hitting the bedside table, flung off as he does something dramatic. You peek back over your shoulder, and yep, he's got his head in his hands, slumped into the pillow.

"You could just say yeah and let me try the thing like a normal person," Mark says, through the muffle of his hands.

"That's no fun."

A second later and Mark's gathered up behind you, big spoon. "Please?"

"Go ahead," you say, wriggling into him a bit, "But I'm telling you, based on some things I know, I don't think you're gonna like it."

"Don't underestimate me, yo."

"I wouldn't dream of it."

Whether or not you think Mark is going to ultimately like what he's getting himself into, he's determined to try. Obviously, as he presses even closer and lets his hand wander over your waist, under the loose fabric of your pajama shirt, his distracted mouth finding your neck.

You'll always marvel at Mark's natural hesitation manifesting itself as the perfect kind of anticipation game.

Fingers splay across your stomach, dipping ever so slowly toward the waistband of your panties. His breath is hot on your throat as he picks a place to bite down, moves over an inch, moves back, excruciating amounts of time between each action. He's not trying to tease you, but every time he pauses to second-guess himself, he's making you wait, and it kills you.  

Perfect Mark Lee form, honestly, being inadvertently good at literally everything.  

He doesn't have to understand why he's so good at this, and you're sure he doesn't, but regardless of intent and finesse, you're slipping off your own clothes in frustration after what feels like hours of slow exploration. You've done this enough times. He doesn't need to take his sweet time night after night, but he always does.

Mark doesn't even seem to notice that you've gotten yourself undressed until he goes to grind his clothed cock into you and finds...nothing.

"Aw, shit," he mumbles, and his hands leave you to get his own clothes off.

"Your Google search told you everything, right?" you ask.

It's all skin on skin when Mark returns to his spot behind you. "I don't need Google to tell me how to fuck."

"...Well-"

"Anymore!"

"Not what I was going to say but thanks for the honesty."

"How d'you wanna..." he trails.

You hum, noncommittal. "Like this?"

He huffs out a laugh. "Convenient."

It's easy enough for Mark to haul your leg back over his, giving himself better access as you both lay on your sides, still spooning comfortably. It's even easier to let Mark line himself up and slide home, the angle not particularly deep but letting his head rub over your g-spot with every gentle rock.

It is not easy to get Mark to sit still.

He's energetic at the best of times, a guy with insane body control that translates well into the bedroom despite his stubborn lack of skill or pacing. It's a mystery to you why he's so interested in trying something where the point is to do nothing.

"Gotta stop moving," you chide.

"I know, but damn..."

Eventually he gets comfortable. As comfortable as he's gonna get, anyway.

"How long - I mean-"

"That's the point, isn't it?" you say. "How long can you hold out?"

"Not sure."

You yawn, despite the stimulation. You were tired before, and you're still tired now.

"Well, if it's not gonna be long, let's just do the damn thing and go to sleep," you suggest. "You know, if you can't hang."

You can feel Mark's entire body, pressed so close to yours, tense up. Predictable. Framing it as a challenge is a surefire way to get a top-notch performance from Mark Lee.

"I can."

"You can?" you ask. "You can just lay there, inside me, and not do anything?"

Just to be an asshole, you clench around him, and relish in his fingers digging into your side.

"I can," he repeats.

"We'll see, won't we?"  

#kinktober 2022 #kpop kinktober #mark lee fanfic #mark lee smut #nct mark fanfic #nct mark smut #nct 127 fanfic #nct 127 smut #nct dream fanfic #oh this one is good i had forgotten-

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Faust from lords of chaos. During a black circle meeting reader and Faust go upstairs and do something’s (smut if you want or they could just be cuddling) in Euromymous bed. 🖤🖤

Hello my dear anon thank you fore this cute request (I'm sorry that it took longer but it's finally done). So I hope you like and everyone has fun reading :)

Cuddle Concert

warning : just big fluff and comfort, reader is female, cuddling

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Disclaimer : I don't want to glorify anything, it's about the actors who play a role, not the real events.

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At night in Oslow, in the part of town that wasn't the best, the party was in full swing in the basement of Mayhem founder Euronymous's record shop. After a successful concert and finishing the new album, they had all come here to party and not too hard.

Loud, fast, hard and dark death metal music came from Mayhem who gave a small live performance for the black circle. Actually it was a simple meeting, a meeting to discuss new albums and just find new ideas with a small concert well almost. Which was only enhanced by the compressed space.

And when Death Metal fans meet, the meeting was forgotten faster than anything else. Besides, the third beer crate was already opened and one or the other had already fled to the sink to empty his stomach.

Pizza was lying everywhere on plates and tables and one or the other piece of clothing had already been torn off the body. Not to mention the cigarettes and joints that were lying and being squeezed out in the drinks and ashtrays.

In the chaos of the singing band, the drunken people dancing and shouting along. Faust and his girlfriend sat together on the old sofa which had seen better days. Both had a beer in their hands and were watching their mutual friends partying around them.

Whether it was the wild roar of Occultus' song or the dancing of Varg who had already blown away one or the other with his guitar. ,,The private concert is always the best," she heard Faust murmur as he put his beer on the already overcrowded table and put his arm around her again.

Nodding in agreement, she grinned at her friends and snuggled up to Faust as she slowly began to feel the effects of the many hours of partying.

Whether it was physical exhaustion, a slightly scratchy voice from the roaring, or just the slight headache that came over her. Putting down her own beer, she ran her hand over her sleep and sighed lightly. A little quieter roar would be nicer she thought, watching Euronymous as he seemed to push his guitar to the limit with his solo.

She felt Faust take his arm away from her and let his gaze wander over her. Before he rose and pulled her with him through the group towards the stairs. ,,What's wrong?" she asked, looking back and forth between Mayhem and him, slightly confused, as she slowly walked up with him.

Not only did she instantly feel air that hadn't been breathed ten times already enter her lungs, her headache lessened and she could finally breathe a sigh of relief. ,,Is it better?" he asked with a grin and climbed onto the bed, which was surprisingly soft. ,,Yep, actually," she replied and came to lie down next to him on the bed. Really soft she thought and adjusted her pillow and was about to lie down again when she felt Faust pull her towards him.

So that she was now lying on top of him and had a warmer, softer, more loving surface to lie on. ,,That's even better," he quipped and chuckled as she pretended to shake her new pillow before lying back down on him. His hands went to her hips, holding her on top of him and tracing small relaxing circles on her body.

Which were more pleasant than Mayhem screaming and singing for hours. ,,I know when you're feeling bad...let's just stay here," he decided and sighed with pleasure before hugging her like a pillow and closing his eyes to give his equally exhausted body a rest. ,,Let's do this until the morning, my heart," she repeated and did the same. She sighed too and made herself more comfortable on top of him before resting her head on his torso and closing her eyes.

The small circles he continued to draw were almost like hypnosis which was disturbed by the quiet heartbeat she heard. As if she were being lulled to sleep by the heartbeat that reflected nothing but peace and love. There was nothing more soothing.

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@mayhem-things , @beldamama , @bvg-w1res

#lords of chaos faust #lords of chaos 2018 #lords of chaos #valter skarsgård #lords of chaos faust x reader #fluff #comfort #cuddling

[vay99]

Loki x reader

🖤Those black and white roses🤍

Anime/Manga: Shuumatsu no valkyrie

Helloooooo,

Yep I'm obsessed with yet another anime/manga an so I'm trying to get back into writing, I have plenty of os in my draft that are still waiting to be finished lol

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Being a Valkyrie during Ragnarok wasn't easy for you. Your sisters and you stand by the humans, support them, so that they'll survive. On the other hand the majority of Northern gods wanted humans to vanish from the world.

"(y/n) get it together!" Brunhilde scolds you. "You have to become someone's weapon!"

"I know, but not against him!" you defend your standpoint. Your sister is very much aware of your feelings for a certain God but she knows that you'd make a perfect match for his opponent. "Any other opponent, I'd gladly accept, but I can't kill him, I can't help someone kill him."

"So you want humanity to die? To perish? Just like those other scum of Gods!?!" she screams, breaking the phone she had in her hand.

"No! That's not what I am saying!"

"But this is how you're acting! (y/n) you- Just get lost!" Brunhilde marches off, leaving you behind.

"It's really not like this, but I can't... and yet I wish I could." you mumble sadly to yourself, walking the opposite direction.

One of your sisters decided to take your place and bonds with the human that fights Loki. A few minutes before the fight your stomach starts to twist, the pure thought of Loki dying makes you want to throw up.

"Someone's looking sick." the green haired man appears out od nowhere, catching you so off guard that you fall backwards onto the ground. "Oh my dear (y/n), I didn't want that to happen~" Loki helps you back up.

"Uh, what are you doing here? Isn't your fight supposed to start in a few minutes?" you ask, fixing your hair. Loki reaches out and tucks a hair strain behind your ear before pulling out a black rose from behind it.

"How could I fight before making sure your not the one I'll be fighting?" he chuckles, handing you the rose. "This is just in case I die, so you have something black as my soul to rest on my empty grave."

With those words he turns around, making his way to the arena, leaving you behind, too torn to wish him good luck.

"I'm such a weakling." you curse yourself, watching as a single tear drop hits the petal of the beautiful black rose.

Loki and you have always been close, growing up together, fighting together and yet you were as close as you were distant. He despised humans, enjoyed to make them suffer, while you fought for their survival. As much as you two got along this point was always a sensitive one. You fought him about this on multiple occasions, until you were both near bleeding to death, each time you tried to stop him from bringing another plague to earth.

And each time after you two recovered he'd bring you a white rose. Like nothing ever happened you'd go back to talking, hanging out as if you didn't know that this would repeat over and over again.

The fight was pretty intense, Loki is heavily bleeding, and so is his opponent.

"Oh no, please, no." you pray, to who you don't know, but to anyone who listens. And right as you thought no one would something strange happened.

"I declare defeat."

The arena went silent, no one believed their ears as Loki, the God of mischief declared defeat. Who's he trying to trick? What kinds of joke is that supposed to be?

"You, uhm, you what now????" Heimdal asks in shock, watching Loki loose consciousness right after. "Medics!!!! Loki is down! The God of mischief declared defeat, the winner are the humans!"

Watching as Loki hit the ground and blood soaking the ground you feel dizzy, your knees shake until they hit the ground. How you ended up in the sick bay is beyond your knowledge, after you watched Loki bleed out everything is blank.

"He's going to make it." that's the first thing you remember. The Doc allowed you to stay with Loki until he wakes up. He lost a lot of blood but his regeneration in the tank was done after 7 hours and you didn't leave his side for just a second.

"He can be transferred to a normal bed now, he should be awake soon." the Doc informs you and leaves you two alone.

"I'm sorry Loki." was the first thing you said to him after the fight. Not knowing if he could hear you. "I'm sorry for not holding you back from participating. I'm sorry for not rooting for you. I-" the sobs break your voice, holding your hand over your mouth to silence the crying you close your eyes to calm yourself down. Once you open them you see Lokis purple eyes looking right at yours.

"I'm not dead yet, no reason to cry." he chuckles, tugging another strain of hair behind your ear and pulling out a white rose.

"A white rose..." you sigh, taking it into your hands.

"As pure as your soul."

You pull out the black rose he gave you earlier, holding them in each hand.

"Why did you give me a black rose earlier?" you ask him, blinking away the last tears.

"Because it was the first time you let me win, and we both know that when I follow my path it'll be dark one. So if I would've died on that path I would've want you to remember that I chose this. Just like I chose to listen to you every time you stood up against me and up for humanity."

"Then why did you give me a white rose now?" you ask, causing the tears to fall once again, and the lump in your throat to tighten.

"You just admitted that you were not able to hold me back, and couldn't cheer for me. You would always choose humanity but today you also chose me." he pauses for a second to sit up, looking at his now closed wounds he strokes them with a gentle simile on his face. "And today I understood what you meant. My opponent is honorable, and he knew that humanity is far from perfection, and yet he said that they'll survive any catastrophy, plague, torture, as a unit. As long as humans come together they'll be able to defeat anyone. Just like you always said. Guess I needed to get beaten up by a human to finally understand what you've been telling me all along."

"Loki? Does that mean?"

"I don't want to wipe humanity, maybe a plague or two but not to erase them all, but to test them." he pats your head. "I already changed my view on one point, can't expect me to change completely, I'm still the God of mischief."

Not able to hold your joy back you tackle him with a hug, nose dug into his neck and arms tightly wrapped around his torso. "You don't know how long I've waited for you to say this you idiot!"

"Then how about you say something I've been dying to hear all these decades?" Loki rolls you two to the side, placing his hands on your waist.

"Like what?"

"I love you." he whispers before pulling your closer until your bodies meet.

"Since you've survived this horrible fight I think I could do that for you. I love you Loki." you place a soft kiss on his nose before he pulls you into a heated kiss, using your hands to dig your nails into his hair, not wanting to let go of him any time soon.

"Prepare for a bunch of roses for the rest of your life (y/n)."

#Ror #record of ragnorak #shuumatsu no walkure #shuumatsu no valkyrie #Loki #Loki x reader #Ror Loki x reader #Snv Loki x reader

[half-blood-goods]

My live Undertale Yellow Reactions - Dark Ruins Edition

Alright, new intro, not bad not bad

Toriel you're rocking this new look

*falls down after pulling a switch* Shit I got Yzma-d

I guess we're in Under²tale now

THANK GOD WE CAN RUN

Not a single bone in my body buys your shit for a second Flowey

Is your textbox supposed to be glitching? Or is my laptop just giving up

*Flier appears* It's the YIPPEE creature

Oh Jesus I'm rusty

I love the new music they added

*Horned figure leaves without elaboration* Okay bye?

*Caterpillar joke* "Okay, okay, they got the Toby spirit down"

*gasp* A BAT 🖤

Yo this music is a banger

It only took like, 4 times to beat the first miniboss, what a promising start

*Notices Corn Dog* Y E S

Ah, Dalv is it? Wonder what's the pun there?

He looks STRAIGHT out of Adventure Time

Oh bro is so me

There's so much corn here

*Sponge Cake joke* "Yep, they DEFINITELY got Toby's humor down"

Can't wait to see him again (hopefully)

#undertale #undertale yellow #dalv #audibat #reaction #Undertale Yellow Blind Reactions

[chishiyasleftnut]

Hi! („• ֊ •„) This is a long one (divided into two parts), inspired by various bots from Cherubin on Character AI. I hope you’ll enjoy it!!

Stuck With You (part 1)

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Warnings: Smut. Pairing: Chishiya x fem!reader.

Plot: After getting separated from Arisu and the others when the King of Spades attacked, Chishiya and fem!reader camps out together on the outskirts of Tokyo.

Part 1 word count: 2000. Part 2 word count: 2793. (Click here to read!) 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

Ever since the King of Spades attacked for the first time and split up your group, you and Chishiya had been stuck together. Sure, you weren’t physically stuck, but the thought of being all alone in the borderlands was far from pleasing to you, so here you were: camping out with Chishiya.

You had decided that staying in the outskirts of Tokyo where nature had completely taken over, was probably safer than staying near the centre. There was less of a chance of a surprise attack from the King of Spades, was Chishiya’s conclusion. You, not wanting to argue with Chishiya - which once he was set on a plan was much like arguing with a wall - just agreed and followed along.

“What is it?” you asked curiously. When he walked closer you finally saw what he was holding. “A tent?”

“Yep. A two-man tent, perfect for us.”

“Mm…” you hummed, causing Chishiya to tilt his head.

“What’s wrong?”

“You know how tiny two-man tents are, right?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, confused. “They’re for two people, no?”

Of course, Chishiya never seemed like a camping guy but still, surely he had at least been in a tent once? Tents were notoriously small, that was common knowledge.

“Well, technically yes, but we won’t have a lot of wiggle room.”

Chishiya looked down at the tent he had so proudly brought back with him, his eyebrows furrowed so much that deep wrinkles formed between them. “It’s better than nothing. It looks like it’s going to rain soon.”

There was no disagreeing there; the clouds looked dangerously grey. You grabbed the box and began unboxing the contents, neatly putting all of the many pieces on the ground in front of you. Chishiya watched curiously as you shortly read the instructions before getting to work.

“You’ve done this before, I take it?”

You hummed, too focused on setting up the tent correctly to reply with words. It was important to you that it was done right: mostly because you enjoyed being dry, but also because you didn’t want to give Chishiya any chance to be snarky if you made a mistake.

Once the tent was up, you both admired your work in silence until Chishiya spoke up.

“Mh. It is tiny.”

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It was in that tiny tent that Chishiya and you spent the next few (very rainy) days in. By day 3, you had begun running low on supplies, so Chishiya had left the dryness of the tent to find food and other essentials. You wanted to go with him but had firmly been told that it was safer if he went alone. You “made too much noise” and “was slow” apparently.

Although you were originally quite pissy about it, you were now enjoying the karma of Chishiya wandering the rainy streets of Tokyo while you were nice and dry. Was it nice to be basking in the thought of him being uncomfortable? Probably not, but you had never claimed to be nice.

Just as you had become quite pleased with the outcome, Chishiya unzipped the tent, threw in three 7/11 plastic bags filled with stuff, and crawled in before zipping up the entrance again - giving you a chance to look at just how soaked he’d gotten.

“You look like a drowned cat,” you half laughed.

His blonde hair, which had gotten multiple shades darker from soaking in the rain, was sticking to his face, constant trickles of water dripping down his skin.

“Don’t be too happy now,” he mumbled while brushing clingy hair out of his face. “It’s your turn to run for supplies next time.”

“Absolutely not. That’s a man’s job.”

You felt Chishiya’s eyes stare at you, trying to sense if you were joking or not. You knew that if he looked you in the eyes, he would read you immediately, so you pretended to be busy with looking through the bags.

“A man’s job? I thought women were supposed to be the gatherers.”

“I’ll gladly be your gatherer once you hunt down something that isn’t out of date protein bars.” you complained as you went through the subpar supplies Chishiya had found. Was it really so hard to get something enjoyable to eat?

Amused by your clap back, Chishiya didn’t argue further but instead chuckled. And that’s when you heard the sound of his zipper. Your head snapped around so fast that it hurt, producing a small popping sound.

“Wait, hold on, why are you undressing?”

“I’m wet,” he concluded with a smirk. “Do you want me to catch a cold or something?”

“Well, no, but I don’t want you to be naked either.”

You thought that that was a fair wish. The tent was already awkwardly cramped with the two of you almost always constantly touching somewhat, you didn’t need to add nakedness to the mix.

“Grow up,” he chuckled while continuing to undress, pulling his shirt over his head with one swoop. “You’ve surely seen half naked men before.”

“That’s not the point!” you argued with a blush spreading across your cheeks at the comment. “I don’t want to see you naked.”

“Then look away.”

The suggestion was so simple that you had no argument against it, turning your head back around. With your eyes strictly focused on the wall of the tent, you heard as Chishiya laid down and got comfortable, sighing contently as he waited for his clothes to dry. Eventually, curiosity got the better of you, making your eyes dart as far left as they could go to catch whatever vague glimpse of the body that he was so unapologetically flaunting.

“Looking is fine too,” he said when he immediately caught you looking. Urgh, why was he always so observative?

“Shut up.”

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By day 4 you were completely over being around Chishiya. You missed the Beach; missed the many people, the comfortable beds, and even missed the chaos. A small tent in the outskirts of Tokyo was no match to the vibrant life at the Beach - a life you would never go back to.

“I miss Kuina,” you mumbled while throwing a protein bar wrapper into the designated trash-can plastic-bag before crossing your arms.

“Wow, am I not enough for you?” Chishiya joked, acting as if your comment hurt him. Of course, you knew that it didn’t. It would take way more to actually hurt him.

“No.”

Chishiya snorted at your honesty. He liked that about you: you weren’t afraid to talk back at him. It was more fun that way, he thought. So many people were desperate people pleasers and it was annoying to be around. If he had to be stuck in a tent with someone, he was glad it was you - even if he weren’t about to admit that aloud.

Not wanting to exist in silence longer than you had to, you began rummaging through the plastic bags. It was mostly just to keep your hands busy, and your mind occupied with something that wasn’t how god awfully close you were to Chishiya right now.

“You’re shit at getting supplies,” you groaned when you realised that he had brought nothing but protein bars and strawberry gummies with him. “Couldn’t you at least have gotten other flavours?”

“What’s wrong with strawberry? It’s a classic.”

“It’s so basic,” you complained while almost throwing the rustling plastic back down on the ground out of frustration. “Everyone knows grape is the superior gummy flavour.”

“I’m sure you’ll survive.”

The tone of his voice ticked you completely off. He seemed to enjoy your frustration, almost considering it prime entertainment - perhaps because it was his only entertainment. Under normal circumstances, you would march away to cool down, but that wasn’t exactly an option now: the tent was too small to escape him, and it was absolutely pouring outside.

“Just bring grape candy next time.”

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On day five of your ‘camping trip’, the weather had finally seemed to clear up. Of course, this was only temporary, but you didn’t know that yet. You zipped open the tent and stepped outside to stretch your legs, reaching your arms high up in the air which caused your shirt to lift up too, exposing your abdomen. It felt good finally being able to move around.

“I need a shower,” you exclaimed when Chishiya joined you outside of the tent. He immediately zipped it up behind him, not wanting to risk any mosquitoes getting in.

“There’s a lake 300 metres away,” he said while also stretching.

“A lake isn’t a shower.”

“Sorry, princess,” he chuckled, making sure to add a condescending nickname. “I can’t magically make you a shower. It’s a lake or nothing.”

You didn’t look super satisfied with the truth. Truth be told, you missed the Beach a lot. The Beach had hot water, electricity, private rooms, and you weren’t forced to spend every waking moment with Chishiya of all people.

With a groan, you began walking down the path behind the tent towards the lake, stopping up and looking back towards Chishiya when you noticed he wasn’t following you. 

“You need a bath too,” you noted. “Besides, I don’t want to be alone out there.”

Begrudgingly, Chishiya followed you to the lake, his hands never leaving the comfort of his pockets. Once at your destination you both awkwardly looked at the lake, neither of you wanting to make the first move to undress.

“Didn’t you want to bathe?” Chishiya finally asked with an amused look on his face. “Or are you too shy?”

“Shut up,” you mumbled before beginning to undress. Once in your underwear, you again looked awkwardly between the lake and Chishiya. “Don’t look.”

Chishiya raised both of his hands in the air and turned around to give you some privacy. Of course, you weren’t entirely sure that you could trust him to not take a peek, but you also really needed a bath so you had to take the chance. With quick movements you completely undressed yourself and stepped into the cold lake, hissing at how chilly the water was but nonetheless quickly moving far enough out into the lake, so your body was covered by the water.

“Okay!” you yelled back to Chishiya. “You can turn around!”

And he did just that, turning back around and walking closer to the shore. Before you had a chance to even react to his decision, you watched as he too stripped down, throwing his clothes next to yours on the ground, and stepping out into the water. You quickly averted your eyes, looking far away at nothing in particular just so you were sure you didn’t accidentally stare.

The look on your face was absolutely priceless, he thought. Your entire upper body was turning red from shyness and your eyes were so big that they looked like they were about to pop out of your head.

With long, nonchalant strides through the water, Chishiya walked relatively close to you and settled down in the cold water. He didn’t mind your shyness, he actually found it cute how you were still worried about modesty when every second could be your last.

“Relax,” he said confidently before beginning to scrub his body. “It’s just a bath.”

You didn’t respond but instead sunk deeper into the water, making sure Chishiya could see nothing from your chin down. You missed the private shower you had at the Beach. Back then you at least never had to be confronted with full-frontal male nudity from Chishiya.

Slowly, you began scrubbing your body too, wanting to at least be clean after this awkward situation you had placed yourself in. Although you tried to keep your eyes to yourself, you couldn’t help but catch a rare glimpse at Chishiya’s body, silently admiring the way his wet skin glistened in the low sun. Chishiya, too, occasionally peeked when the opportunity arose - could you blame him, really?

[PART TWO HERE]

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[smellslikemultifandomimagines]

https://smellslikemultifandomimagines.tumblr.com/post/668728464046718976/hi-i-loved-ur-previous-theo-angst-imagine-is

yep!! that's the one i was referring too :DD

[❤︎] pairing: Theo raeken x gn!reader [❤︎] warnings: angst [❤︎] word count: 404

[❤︎]previous request: hi!! i loved ur previous theo angst imagine :)) is there any chance u could write like a part 2 where the reader reacts to theo coming back from hell?

[❤︎] part 1:  I trusted you; we all trusted you 

requests are open🖤 request guidelines✨ 🌻masterlist🌻 smut night masterlist 💦

THEO STILL REMEMBERS EVERY WORD you said that night - your voice still ringing in his head, reminding him of how he fucked you over. If he could go back in time and fix everything, he wouldn't even hesitate. You were the only person that made him feel safe, whole, loved.

And now he has lost you forever.

All because of those stupid dread doctors. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. How could he have been such a stupid idiot?

But now he's back, thanks to Liam. How could he ever face you again? After what he's done to everyone, especially you?

☾ ☼ ☽

There he is. Everything is so quiet; the silence is almost deafening. There's a sharp intake of breath that you don't even notice you take, the small sound making its way into your lips. Your eyes are locked with his, unable to break from the unforeseeable chains that he's always had you in.

Theo swallows hard, his chest tightening.

"Hey." is all he can muster up. He's nervous. He hated to admit it, but he almost forgot how perfect you look. Your eyes glisten at his softened eyes, but reality hits you the second your brain processes his voice.

"No, uh uh. He's not welcome in this house," you finally rip your eyes away from him, focusing on Liam instead. How could he do this to you? Liam, of all people, was mainly the one comforting you after what happened. the sickening betrayal is brewing inside you, jaw clenching hard as you pull Liam by his wrist into the living room.

"I am so beyond angry with you right now. Do you even remember what he did to you? to all of us? there's no way in fucking hell is he helping."

"he's the only one who remembers Stiles. If we want our friend back, he's the only one who can do that." He reminds you, backing away when you shrug off his attempt at a comforting hand. You close your eyes, trying to think for even just a moment.

"If he stays, he's not to go anywhere near me, or you'll have to stop me from ripping his fucking head off. Do you understand?" No one has ever seen you this dark before. Liam nods scared that you'll do the same to him if he crosses you like that.

"Good." You feel yourself calming down a little bit. "Now, where's Scott?"

#theo raeken #theo raeken imagine #Theo raeken x reader #Theo raeken angst #teen wolf #teen wolf imagine #teen wolf angst