#and you can't even do your own fucking dishes and laundry

[itsbecomeblue]

band!ellie 2 headcanons and smau

sinopse: ellie williams is the lead singer in a band (+some texts with her).

cw: nsfw after the texts with warning! swearing, explicit, reader works in a record store and ellie's a simp, not explicit if reader is fem or masc.

part 1

☆ at first dina and jesse could NOT bring themselves to believe ellie found her girl, but then they met you.

“this shit's cringe as fuck but the way y'all act around eachother…” jesse starts and dina immediately agrees.

“yeah, she's perfect for you, el.”

“i knowwwww, i need her.” jumping like a teenage girl fr…

☆ sometimes she thinks her bandmates like you way too much.

“invite y/n to the next rehearsal too for real.” jesse says after you leave a rehearsal you went to.

“okay man i get it, she's amazing.” with an annoyed expression.

“so… invite her.” dina chuckles.

“no, i don't want any of you jumping on my girl.” but she does invite you anyway.

☆ she's so stupid tbh, she's gonna sign girls’ tits after concerts and act all oblivious when you swerve her kisses.

☆ and swerving her is so fun istg, she's gonna try like 4 times before she's upset. UPSET! (she will go non verbal).

☆ the type to perform and glance at you like you're about to have sex right that instant (u will, after the concert tho!).

☆ she is a singer herself but turns on the tv and pretends to be the weeknd for you.

☆ she wishes she could rap… actually, no. she thinks she can.

"that was... something." you smirk and she scoffs, throwing herself on the couch she was standing on, mic in hand.

"i'm literally in my rapper era but whatever, you'll see." and you're full on laughing. "don't laugh." and you come hug her and say she's so so special.

☆ you can't open x (twitter) without seeing girls mourning your girlfriend… she's alive not single tho!

☆ always late for everything, but she tries her best istg. you and the band are TIREDDD.

☆ nervous about pda… but she likes it, showing everyone you're hers and she's yours.

☆ made a slideshow about how you should move into her apartment… that was kinda like:

“REASONS FRRRR 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥💯💯💯

ALL OF THEM 🤣

we're literally soulmates so we gotta be roommates too???

countless sleepovers omg i'm crying!

i'll never be late again (kinda😬)

we can get a pet tg 😯

i'll get to listen to u sing in the shower more and you know i like hearing you and singing with you while im in the toilet or even outside the bathroom

passionate lesbian sex before sleeping, after eating, doing the dishes, the laundry ALL THE TIME

i love you the most and i want you close all the time

you love me back (i hope) so you gotta want me close too

i want you as my wife asap

think about it, thanks and please my love ❤️”

you moved in… weak mf but can anyone blame you??

☆ loves cooking with you for friends and family when they come over. just loves being with you in general but even house chores are better with you??

☆ comes disturb see you at your job, your bosses hate her and said they were gonna stop selling their album 😒 (they actually love her).

☆ switches from your serious cool rockstar girlfriend to your silly baby girlfriend in a second.

☆ when fans edit you, reposts them and comments under them more than on her own (she has a folder of them on tiktok)

“that's my baby so stop gawking.(jk)” “whats her @” “id repost but my gf would be jealous, shes hot asf 🤤🤤” “THAT'S MY GIRL” “creamed💔”

someone said “ellie cant handle allat” and she replied fr “true, she the one handling me 💯💢” SHE HAS NO CHILL

☆ she pays the same attention to potential hate you'd get, she will block them… don't talk about her girl.

nsfw (cw: cunnilingus [e and r!receiving], fingering [e and r!receiving]. switch!ellie!!!!).

☆ you were supposed to be in the shower but ellie saw you stripping out of your clothes and she has to ask to kiss your clit, dropping to her knees. her fingers bruising your thighs and shes eating you out as if she'd been starving. you cum but she's not satisfied yet, she pulls you down on the bedroom carpet with her "give me another one, please." hands roaming your skin ever so softly, sending shivers down your body. she asks what you want, the position, how many fingers, she just needs to please you. and now she's on top of you, pounding you with her fingers and pressing down your lower stomach because she just wants you to cum again.

☆ she's gonna be in bed with you, almost asleep asking you for kisses, then for some touches... and you end up between her legs, sloppy nasty head and some slow fingering. your lips around her clit and kissing her pussy lips and slit and your fingers in and out her pussy. she's whining and squealing, playing with her own tits and caressing ur face. you're humming against her pussy and she's clenches "let go for me, ellie..." you coo and she squirts on your mouth and fingers. soft pants leaving her lips, soon stopping with her caresses on your face as you lick her cum. you look up, hair messy against the pillow and eyes closed. "i love you..." she mutters after you clean her and lay next to her "i love you." you spoon her.

a/n: this is kinda shitty but it's for who asked for more! @kyleeservopoulos @sameenatruther @harrysslutsstuff

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[lucysarah-c]

"Alright, spill the beans," Erwin said as he sat down on the couch, opening a beer can and crossing his legs. He could hardly contain his smile. Mike and Hange stared intensely at the shorter man. Levi had told them he had something to "share," and he hardly ever shared anything. Therefore, all attention and the floor were his.

The group of friends grew more and more curious as Levi seemed unsure, almost shy. His finger tapped his beer can uneasily as he pressed his lips together. "Fine, but don't fucking laugh."

"I can't promise you that," Hange quickly confirmed, making the other two chuckle but also agree. Levi just sighed resigned.

"Y/N… Y/N found a thong that wasn't hers among her clothes."

Erwin, who was sipping his drink, spat it out in shock at how quickly the situation escalated.

"WHAT?!" Hange tilted forward as they heard what happened while the rest looked in shock, mouths open. "You CHEATED on your 9-year-long girlfriend?!"

"No!" Levi almost shouted back. "That's what I'm trying to explain!"

It was Monday night. We had dinner after coming home, the usual routine. I was doing the dishes after she got out of the shower, and I heard her steps going down the stairs very heavily. That was the first thing that caught my attention, and before I knew it was her, still freshly showered, looking at me and pulling out a red thong, stretching it between her hands. "Whose are these?" My mind went automatically blank. I saw her resting her hand on her hip and frowning back at me. "I-uh." "Because they are not mine," she insisted, her anger palpable. I swear I was trying to speak, but I could only mumble broken shit as she stared back at me as if she was searching for my soul. "Levi Ackerman, WHOSE ARE THESE?" "I- I don't know, I don't fucking know. I swear," I quickly replied as I blinked, trying to find a solution. My mind started to question everything. 'I'm Levi Ackerman… I'm conscious of my actions… I haven't cheated on my girlfriend,' yet I was sweating as if I had. I had no idea whose those were. It was obvious that they weren't hers, apparently, but I've not slept with another woman in years, so I didn't even know where they could have come from. I doubted my entire existence, I began to wonder if I had been drugged and perhaps did something that I didn't recall. The tears, when she began sobbing softly. I felt like the worst human being. "How could you? After all these years…" "No, no, I fucking swear," I said, growing anxious. I don't even own social media accounts; I don't have a password on my phone. I hate cheaters; I would never do something like that to her, to anyone. For a split second, I thought it would have been easier to lie and explain that it was mine somehow. In that moment, my phone started to ring with one of the numbers I have on priorities as she began to walk up stairs. I rushed to pick it up. "Call you later." "Bro, everything okay?" Isabel's voice came from the speakers as she had called me on FaceTime, as she usually does. Apparently, I forgot to hang up as I was walking behind Y/N. "Y/N, I swear on my mother that I don't know whose are those." I was trying to explain myself when Isabel's voice came from the phone again. "There they are! I was wondering where I left them!"

"Apparently, it was from one time they all came over to my house for the pool. I must have put it in the laundry and thought they were Y/N's," Levi finished the tale as the rest looked at him surprised and entertained.

"Didn't you think they could be Isabel's?" Erwin questioned back between chuckles.

"No! How was I supposed to know a red thong was Isabel's!" Levi commented as his cheeks got slightly red.

"Levi… Isabel is 23 already…" Mike said slowly as he tried to make his friend process the idea.

"Tch," Levi took a good sip from his beer as he processed the idea. "You've no idea how fucking scared I was, and when Isabel said they were hers… fucking shit, I never breathed more peacefully in my entire life."

"That happens to you because you do laundry. Since I never do laundry, I don't have those issues," Hange said entertained, but Levi looked back at the brunette dead in the eyes.

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[astaroth1357]

The OM Cast as Househusbands

Inspired by my recent rant about domestic Solomon.

Contents: Pure fluff and unhinged roasts.

~♡♡♡~

Lucifer

A-tier. Generally a solid choice skill-wise.

Cooks decent, cleans well, budgets FANTASTICALLY, has a good list of connections/spells for all home repair, and even has a stern (but caring) parenting-style if so desired.

In short, Lucifer can run a house very well. He practically already does! Hope you like having a big, extended family because the brothers are coming with.

Really, the biggest downside to Lucifer is that you'll be constantly worried that he's bored... Man can run a house and then some. He probably has the daily chores done by noon, and then what?

He just has so much extra potential, is what I'm saying. Very "big, beautiful bird in a cramped cage" energy. But then again, maybe making him chill the fuck out and have a low-maintenance lifestyle for once is better for his blood pressure in the long run. Your call.

Mammon

B-tier. He ain't perfect, but he can learn quick.

If you can give Mammon anything, it's that he's a capable guy when he wants to be. He may not be good at cleaning up, cooking, or anything like that on his own, but with some encouragement...?

Big improvements made practically overnight! Shower him in praise and "thank you's" for every little thing he does and he'll start get greedy for it. Then he'll do even MORE around the house and he gets better each time.

Show him how to cook what you like, and he'll never forget. Remind him to fold up the laundry, and he'll get it done. Praise him for keeping the floors clean, then suddenly he's nagging YOU about tracking dirt on the carpet...

And he'll get so proud about it too... Like, he's your first man and you NEED him now. What would you ever do without him?? Now hand over your shirts because he has some ironing to do, dammit!!

The only downside is you'll have to handle the finances... The words "Mammon" and "budget" go together about as well as "grainery" and "match." He'll blow through it and then some. Earners beware.

Leviathan

Hovers around C-D tier. Levi can play the role of good househusband for a VERY particular kind of partner, otherwise he's a lost cause.

He is a surprisingly decent househusband ONLY when sufficiently motivated and playing out his "domestic slice-of-life" fantasies are that motivation.

He can cook (anime-inspired dishes), he can clean (if you convince him to treat the house like he does his figurine collections), he can even sew/mend (though the majority of what he makes may be cosplay related)!

He won't leave the house to shop, but deliveries are fine. He also can't keep to a budget that doesn't include a MASSIVE chunk carved out to maintain his otaku lifestyle. He'll throw a fit otherwise.

Really, Levi's biggest problem is that once those "domestic fantasies" become mundane, he'll get bored and go back to his shows and games again.

Anyone with him would need to keep feeding into his role with new "quests" or different tropes to try out like a DM running an irl campaign. Could be fun for a little while, but it'll be too much trouble for you both long term. Best give him a skip.

Satan

S-tier. Very good choice, and he's proud of that fact.

Cooks well, very conscientious of your needs, knowledgeable on many topics from recipes to home repair, actually knows how to do laundry in a timely manner... a very good man indeed.

100% the kind of husband who sees that it's going to rain, so he treks out to wherever the hell you are to make sure you have an umbrella. Can't have you getting sick.

Get him a cat and the house will become his own slice of the Celestial Realm. He'll even text cute pics/updates on what your cat is doing like they're your literal child.

Only downside is cleaning. He's a book horder and will argue until he's blue in the face to keep Every. Last. Pamphlet. An in-house library is a MUST and expect to need expansions. Otherwise, perfect man. Much approval to be had.

Asmodeus

B-A tier. Another decent choice, just a little eccentric at times.

Asmo is that partner who will happily play the part of the trophy househusband buuut he absolutely won't do anything too strenuous or dirty.

Cooking? Totally fine! He isn't amazing, but he's not awful either. Laundry? Say no more! Your clothes will never have a wrinkle again. But cleaning...? Like the floors, attic, or ESPECIALLY the bathroom??

Nope. Nuh-huh. His cute-ass hair and his cute-ass nails in his cute-ass clothes will not stand for it! He's going to beg for a maid immediately.

I guess in exchange you'll be hosting some killer dinner parties, though! Asmo has that "suburban wife who flaunts her amazing life" energy. Also keeping his influencer game alive with tutorials galore.

In short, Asmo is willing not just to spoil you, but elevate you as well. You just need to give him a little pampering in return, kay?

Beelzebub

B-tier. Most of his problems are, predictably, food related...

Beel really, REALLY tries but you are probably never going to have a meal on time (if there's somehow any food left at all).

It isn't that he won't cooking, arguably, he spends TOO much time cooking because he'll spend just as much time eating! Or running to the store because he ate the ingredients again...

Surprisingly, though, he's actually very good at cleaning and caring for another person. That's because it's what he does for Belphie. You think the seventhborn is picking up their room AT ALL? Don't kid yourself...

Probably a good time to point out that another downside (or perk??) of husband!Beel is you also get Belphie! But he's just as spoiled as ever so... Hopefully Beel's overwhelming amazingness will make up for that.

If you like Belphie and don't mind an empty cabinet, Beel is a good choice. If not, there are better options available, I promise.

Belphegor

D-tier. Shit househusband. Doesn't even try.

Won't clean, won't cook, won't shop, can't fix, can't budget, and don't even get me STARTED on the state of the sheets!!-

He is a decorative plant of a househusband. Meant only to make the room look nicer by his presence. I've seen dogs more capable and self-motivated to maintain a household than this man will ever be.

Should you somehow get him to exert the effort, he will whine and complain the entire time. And even then, he won't do much more than put some things away and order takeout.

The only upside to Belphie is that since he's always asleep, it's not like he's making the house any dirtier. Vacuuming around his unconscious ass is home life now. At least you probably get Beel too.

Diavolo

C-B tier. What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in enthusiasm.

So... he basically can't do anything but since he's never had to, you can cut him some slack. He loves the idea of TRYING though, so you have an eager student!

He finds cooking to be a fun challenge and he isn't terrible at it. Cleaning is a drag but he likes to see you happy. You'll have to teach anything laundry/clothes related, unfortunately, and sending him to the grocery store without a very detailed list may result in him buying an entire aisle if he doesn't know what to get.

At least he'll genuinely love to hear about your day and have the biggest smile and warmest greeting for you every time you come home. He's like a big'ol puppy, just thrilled with your existence!

(Honestly, if something has him stumped, he'll call for Barbatos to help. He'll try to hide it because he wants to show that he can do things himself, but at the end of the day your happiness wins over his pride. Now let the butler fix your plumbing.)

Barbatos

SS-tier. So good, it's literally not fair.

He's been caring for another person for centuries. He has every possible skill he would need permanently etched into his DNA. He is the Grand Master of Domestic Life that all others should strive for.

Meals are at perfect temperature by the time you sit at the table. The house is so spotless that you could eat off the broom closet. Anything that breaks gets fixed/replaced within the day. He even leaves words of encouragement in the little notes packed up with your lunch. You'll start to wonder if he's an angel who's infiltrated too deep....

Barbs also seems to have a sixth sense for whenever you've had a bad day. You come back dragging from exhaustion? You favorite meal is already cooked, the bath is ready to be drawn, and would you like a shoulder rub on top of that? Feel free to vent, he loves to listen to whatever stories you have to share!

There are only two downsides to Barbatos: the first is that you are absolutely sharing him still with Diavolo and the young master is his top concern. So sorry.

The second is that moment he gets even the hint that there may be a rat in the house, he'll nuke the place with all of your stuff still in it. So keep some traps out and keep'em fresh, yeah? You'll be fine.

Simeon

S-tier. He even comes with pre-installed parenting skills! (If you're into that kind of thing).

Simeon may not have Barbs' "live to serve" mentality, but he is truly an angel to a fault. The man already acts as Den Mother of Purgatory Hall, so what would you expect?

He cooks well enough to own his own business and you can't run a business without being good with your cash. He probably has book royalties too... Plus, he cleans up after Solomon's messy ass in canon, so-

He's gonna be that husband you take to the office party and nobody will leave you alone about him for the next week. People are going to ask if he has a brother or some shit (give them Raph's number, I dare you)

Admittedly, home repair (especially of the electronics he's guaranteed to break) should probably go to someone else. Also, he is a package deal with Luke. That child is your unspoken son now, and you'll just have to deal with that.

Otherwise, he's trophy material. Marry him and carry him over that threshold! He's worth it, truly.

Solomon

I've already ranted about Solomon here. But if you aren't aware, he's D-tier saved only by the fact that he's really trying his best.

800 year-old bachelor be like: "Oh, you're supposed to change those...? They don't smell that bad after a month."

"Of course those dishes are clean! Yes, I can see that there's still food on them, but I washed them with soap. That's what makes them clean."

"What do you mean, 'Don't set the table with beakers on date night?' Isn't this one your favorite??"

"Dinner's almost done, honey! Just let me finish clubbing this octopus!" 😁

Disaster husband. Just leave him to his delusions and get used to takeout...

#*runs over solomon with a car* #*proceeds to put it in reverse and go over him again* #*thirteen in the passenger seat with a camera running* #don't worry #he'll live #i ain't going that fast #obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me solomon #obey me simeon #obey me barbatos #obey me diavolo

[onysfavreader]

Random hc of being Ony's hyperfemblack!wife

You getting spoiled way to much but Ony who doesn't mind because his girl deserves the universe and more

Ony who can never have enough pictures and videos of you on his phone because he is quick to show you off at any chance you recording little maintenance vlogs for your photo shoots together

Ony who just loves you so much and never want to not see you smile

Ony being the only one to help you handle your emotions and make you feel better because he knows you can't help but be so emotional "Shh baby tell me what's wrong" "What happened ma why you look so upset"

Picks you up if you try to walk away from him when you're upset

Ony letting you decorate bc you're helping each other create your dream lives and that included giving you your dream pinterest house and closet lmao

You being the only one who gets to see Ony's soft side after you spent forever trying to get through to him like he put you through the worst when you first started talking but now he makes up for it every day and you brag about it to yourself because it took you forever to get him to that point

You not being any better in the beginning of your relationship those half assed ‘situationships’ could never prepare you for your relationship with Ony your the reason ony’s patience and trust for you is as high as it is

You two giving golden retriever and black cat energy Ony doesn’t look like he likes anyone and doesn’t but is the sweetest ever once you really get to know him especially to you and you looking the sweetest on the outside but you’re are worse then people think Ony is

Ony supporting you through everything and you doing the same even if you don't know exactly what he's doing you trust him

You walking around wrapped in a robe or one of many blankets almost everyday bc your always cold until Ony caught on buying you hoodies and jackets in his size just to see how cute you look when they cover so much more of your body than his

Ony giving you all the hugs kisses and praises he can because he knows you fiend off his attention and will throw the worst fits when you don't get it

You holding onys two fingers instead of his hand bc he's so big

Ony who lifts double your weight on a bad day this and just picks you up and you love it until he pisses you off "Put my ass down now" you shout trying to push him away "Why you not talking to me ma what's wrong" "Boy fuck you" "We gotta work on the mouth of yours" "Ony put me down" You laughed as he carried you to your bedroom “Don’t laugh now” “Baby I’m sorry” “I don’t want to hear none of that ma”

You absolutely loving Ony and the life you've built together

You're only piece of gold jewelry is an anklet with an 'o' charm and you refuse to take off even after he offered to get it in silver

Buying Ony just as many if not more flowers then he buys you

Ony and you having two dogs that are your babies. Ony's being some big 'scary' dog like a black pit bull that absolutely adores you and your a cute little brown toy poodle that Ony tries not to trip over bc they follow him almost as much as you follow him

You and Ony would have different "rooms" that would be your own space yours would be in the attic and he would have his in the basement but you two would still have your bed room

Ony never letting you know what he does for work but he keeps you safe and happy so you push your suspensions aside

You and Ony being the cutest together like your head over heels for him and he completely adores you

You being onys entire world and universe sun and all with the brightest smile on your pretty face and biggest heart

You both having to learn to love but know you want to be with each other for the rest of your lives so you push through the rough patches

Ony cooks and you bake

Ony doing the bathroom, dish, taking out the trash, fixing things, lawn work, bills, bugs, ect

You organizing, decorates, takes care of the dogs, cleans laundry, houses maintenance, groceries, ect

You and Ony who spoil each other rotten and love it

You doing Ony's hair and it's just a cute moment between you two every few weeks one of you will set up the bathroom before going to get the other then you'll sit on the sink with him in front of you most off the time it's quiet as Ony watches you concentrate

You rarely buying Ony gifts because you're always making something for him

You never being able to get enough of Ony

You have the prettiest garden with flowers herbs and fruits that you somehow managed to scared the dogs away from and plug!Ony will some times ask for help when growing his weed

- smut

Definitely the daddy dom of your my dreams he can be the sweetest softest dom ever or the scariest brat tamer but a pleasure dom either way

You almost being apillow princess bc Ony loves being the one to make you cum just by using you but you knowing how to suck it off the bone and neither of you can resist having him down your throat

You being a sweetheart but when you aren’t you can get a horrible attitude and smart mouth only Ony can handle because he knows how to keep your mouth full

Ony can't help but come inside of you so he pays for your birth control

Ony's 's so big and strong and so so big especially compared to you and you love it just the thought turns you on like just looking up at him while you standing next to him maybe holding his fingers and all you can do is squeeze your legs together

Ony fucking you in his hoodies

His voice is music to your ears but His praise will make you're eyes roll back and brain go dumb every time "Fuck you're so good baby just like that" "There you go ma"

You calling him daddy bc what is an Ony

Being each other's biggest eaters

Ony will pick you up and carry you away to your bedroom when he needs you and when you need him you’ll wrap your arms around his neck and your legs around his waist or you’ll straddle his lap until he eventually gets it

You are definitely kinker then ony hands down and has to teach him things like

You liking soft intimate sex and Ony who fucks you so hard you go dumb almost every time And somehow he always knows which one you need

#aot x black reader #ony x black reader #plug!ony #ony x reader #aot onyankopon #ony smut #aot smut

[beneatheaven]

shower sex with soobin to make him feel better

lowercase intended, 1,291 words, haven’t proof read

smut under cut, minors do not interact

soobin had been quiet for a couple of days now, he was really stressed about school and finals. group projects weren't getting done due to his partners lack of effort...

quiet and short responses over the making your heart break you wish you could help him. you were just so busy getting your own work done that it made him feel guilty to take your attention away.

comforting him by always calling him when you can and dropping by his apartment quickly to give him some food you made. making him less tense and one less thing to worry about. you told him once his finals were over that you want to celebrate how hard he worked. he looked at you with a warm smile, he appreciated your sweet efforts.

-

so after another week of this, you were both done! getting through it together, passing some of your finals with flying colors, some still awaiting to be graded. soobin had went home immediately after finishing his morning final as he wanted to rest up before seeing you. he was so exhausted but so excited to spend some needed quality time with you.

waking up to your knocks on his door 2 hours later. welcoming you inside, hearing his tired voice but also seeing how much of a mess his place was. pieces of clothes around the floor with some dishes in the sink, even your own tupperware he forgot to give back to you.

"so did you want to go eat out? i can get ready i just woke up from my nap." he said as he helped you put your things down. "yes! but i want this place a little more cleaned up for when we come back." placing a short kiss on his lips as he rested his hands on your hips. "'i'll help you." looking at you lovingly "no you need to shower.. you smell of nap and stress sweat.." lightly laughing at him. "okay i won't take long." he placed a kiss on your forehead and went off to the bathroom.

picking up the clothes and putting them in his laundry hamper and cleaning his dishes. trying to also wipe down surfaces and make things look a little more neater. once you felt like you were done, it seemed like soobin was in the shower.

making your way to the bathroom you could hear sounds coming from inside. placing your ear to the door, you could hear soobin moaning. this wasn't the first time you caught him doing this. he can't help himself whenever you come over after a while of not seeing him. but he'll always treat you right in bed after.

maybe you could try something new as a treat for him. opening the door quietly to not startle him. you can see through the fogged up shower doors, eyes shut as he pumped his fist. stripping yourself of your clothes, placing them on the sink counter for later. going over to open the shower door to enter inside.

seeing soobin open his eyes slightly, with heavy lids as he was trying to catch his breath. "y/n.. please.." he looked so good like this, so weak and needy.. "did you miss me soobin?" "yes, so much, missed you everyday." you can see him teasing his tip and squeezing it slightly. "let me take care of you, okay?" he nodded at you as you came closer to him. reaching your hand out to hold his cock, leaving kisses on his neck.

throwing his head back and the feeling of your touch. mouth wide, loud moans and whimpers escaping him. you could feel his hips bucking into your hand. "needed this so bad, needed you so bad- ah fuck." his hands grasping harder onto your shoulders and the back of your head for support. "my good boy did so well, you deserve this." "yes yes your good boy." whimpering louder for you.

you could feel him reaching his high, playing with his tip some more and reaching your free hand to hold his face. bringing him into a messy kiss letting him moan into your mouth as he came in your hand. still pumping his cock to ride out his high.

he broke the kiss to turn you both around, making you be the one against the wall. meeting your lips with his again, bringing one of his hands to play with your tits. pinching your nipples making you gasp and moan. letting his hands roam around your body, finding your core. "so wet for me now, all for me yea?" "always for you soobin."

his fingers collecting some of your slick, he brought his fingers up to your mouth rubbing some on your lips. he kissed you and tasted you on your lips. it was so hot. gripping onto his hair at how messy he kissed you, feeling his still hard cock rub against your thigh.

breaking the kiss once again. he picked up your leg to wrap around his waist, rubbed his tip down your folds before inserting himself. it had been awhile since you two had sex, the feeling was so good for you both.

slowly thrusting into you. "god your so tight, feel so good for me." one hand supporting your leg and the other on the wall behind you. the feeling of his hips meeting yours with the hot water running down both your bodies. seeing soobins fucked out and desperate face, everything was just so fucking hot.

"right there, god yes soobin." making him thrust harder into you knowing he's reaching that special spot of yours. getting you to clench harder around him, making each other feel so good. "i'm gonna cum soon." he said as he threw his head back, holding back a loud moan.

one of your hands reach up to his face, forcing him to look back down at you. "cum inside, please soobin i need it." looking at him with pleading eyes. "fuck don't say it like that." "need all of it soobin." "i'll give you all of it." his thrust became faster and harder. holding onto his shoulders for support.

"cum for me baby please." his hand that was resting on the wall came down to play and pinch at your clit, making you yelp. with just a few more thrust you came with a loud moan. clenching around him harder than before, getting him to cum inside you, cumming with one hard thrust. his head fell down to rest against your shoulder.

you both tried to catch your breaths before doing anything. you rubbed his back and place sweet small kisses on his shoulder. "that was so.. good.. needed that so bad" he said with heavy breaths in between. "mm me too, missed you so much soobie." kissing the tip of his nose. "now if you still want to eat out, you need to pull out." pinching his cheek. "nooo you feel so nice, pussy made for me." playfully smacking his shoulder. "we need to clean up too, we're sticky."

pushing his body away from yours a little, pulling out of you. both of you moaning at the feeling. taking his fingers, inserting them inside you to scoop out his cum. moaning at the sensation, you were so sensitive. he laughed at how cute you looked under him.

stepping out the shower, helping each other dry off. "missed you so much y/n, want to stay the night when you come back?" holding your body close to his. "yes please, and you have me for all of break i won't leave your sight no school to take you away from me." giggling at his pouty face. school was so evil.."you'll always be mine."

#txt smut #txt hard hours #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt scenarios #soobin smut #soobin imagines #soobin scenarios #soobin imagines #soobin x reader

[c0la-queen]

I absolutely LOVE your writing, it's so nice to see eddsworld content especially this good <33 can I request Tord with a very shy partner? No pressure ofc, take your time!

Thank you!!! My neurons were absolutely firing with this piece, for realsies. It may not be exaactly what you envisioned? And I was trying not to make the Reader be the stereotypical "uwu im so shy sowwy" kind of shy? You know what I mean? Either way, I hope you enjoy, and if its not quite what you wanted, PLEASE feel free to send me an inbox message letting me know !!!

Run, Rabbit, Run. | Tord x Shy! Reader

Warnings: Mostly Tord's POV, not the fluffiest? it has a happy ending, but Tord is naturally a kind of fucked-up person.

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Tord had a problem.

He doesn't have problems often, and certainly not problems he can't solve.

It wasn't every day that he wanted to be around someone - craved it. He acted like he only tolerated his roommates, kept the truth locked away under thick layers of steel.

But you. He sought you out, needed you like it ached. Your presence.

You, however, ran from him. Every time. Fled like a rabbit that had caught a glimpse of the stalking wolf. Scurried back to your burrow, safe and protected by densely packed earth. Where he could not reach you. It grinded at his patience, made him clench his jaw hard enough to crack a tooth. He walked into a room, you found an excuse to walk out. It was a constant among the chaos and unpredictability of their house.

The one thing that he needed like a dying man, and he couldn't have it. You wouldn't give it to him.

A problem.

He was going to fix this problem, if it meant the death of him.

And who was he but a stubborn man?

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His opportunity came during a lazy Sunday afternoon.

The other three were all out, running errands and such. You were still home. Doing laundry, from the sound of it. He wasn't surprised, you liked to use Sunday as the day to do your household chores, reset for the coming week - not that he had been paying attention to your habits. No. Just coincidence.

From the garage, he could hear you. The wall that his workbench sat against was one that was shared with the laundry room, so it wasn't difficult. If he sat still, focused enough, he could practically imagine it. You, in your crop t-shirt and little sleep shorts that you always wore when you did laundry. Hair pushed out of your face. Dancing along to the music that he could hear playing from your phone - doing those silly, awkward dance moves that you did when you thought nobody was looking.

He wanted to be there. It was selfish, he knew. But that little undamaged piece of him sitting in his chest longed to join you. Insert himself into the little life that you had carved out for yourself in their house. Slot his own being so nicely beside your peace and quiet. You were so… unlike him. You were soft, sweet. Like the skolebrød of his childhood. You were vanilla and sugar. Unmarred by anything horrible in the world. That self-centered part of him wanted to take. To clamp his jaws down around your hind legs and sink his teeth in when you tried to escape.

Tord was moving before he even realized it.

You had moved out of the laundry room. Your music faded as you walked further into the house. If he remembered correctly (That phrase tasted bittersweet on his tongue. As much as he craved you, he didn't want to admit how actively he was chasing you. A wolf that resented the rabbit.) you would set about doing the dishes after depositing your empty laundry basket in your bedroom.

His mouth was dry. So he moved to the kitchen. To get water. (That's what he would tell you. That's what he would tell anybody who asked.)

The switch from the garage to the house was always jarring to the senses. The garage was cold, unprotected from the autumn chill. But the house was warm. Welcoming. Safe. (You were inside.) It was like sitting under a hot shower after catching hypothermia.

He stopped in the doorway.

There you were. In the kitchen. Dishwasher open. Your smartwatch was discarded on the kitchen table alongside your phone and water bottle. Music was still playing from the device's speakers. You were, just as he guessed, wearing your crop tee and shorts. (The collar was hanging low on one of your shoulders, bearing the skin to his vision. His hands itched.) You hadn't noticed him yet. Little rabbit unaware of the danger that lurks in the forest underbrush.

It was something beautiful watching you in your own little world. In public, you were so small. Reserved. Put a cork on your personality so that nobody could truly see who you were. To you, it felt like security. If nobody had access to your identity, then nobody could take it away. Nobody could judge you. Even home, with the boys, you were less than yourself. Not to the same degree, but still limited. They didn't take offense to it, they knew it wasn't you distrusting them. It's just how you were. But here, when you thought you were alone? The cork was removed and he loved to watch the bottle overflow.

You spun on your heel and nearly dropped the bowls in your hand from how hard you flinched at the sight of him. He could see the way that you drew in to yourself, made yourself smaller.

"Oh, um, hey. Tord. I didn't… realize you were home."

There was something tight in his chest at the way you looked so nervous. You shifted in your spot, looked anywhere but at him. He wanted you to look at him.

"I am."

You only answered with a soft 'oh' before turning back to the dishwasher. He remained still, watching. Clearly, you were looking for a way out, a chance to flee. Something he wasn't going to let happen.

"I should probably-"

"You keep avoiding me."

Your head shot up, looking up at him with wide, pretty eyes. He dug his fingernails into his palms.

"What? No, no I haven't- I haven't been-"

"Do not lie to me."

It was cruel, yes, but it gave him the desired effect. You clammed up immediately. Shoulders slumped. Gave him just a little inch, but that was all he needed to take a mile. He stepped closer. You stepped back.

A snarling, drooling, hungry wolf, closing in on its prey.

Your back hit the counter. He stepped forward again.

A trembling little rabbit, cornered with nowhere to go.

He stopped a foot away from you.

"I have tolerated this for months. For months I have watched you run from the sight of me alone. As if the very idea of being in the same room as me is too much for you to bear. Do you even have any idea what you do to me? Do you know how it kills me?"

He could feel the way that you tensed up. A spike of anger stuck into his chest, burning hot. You weren't looking at him. You were looking at your shoes again. He forced his words out of his throat in the form of a growl.

"For fuck's sake, look at me. Look at- Look. At. Me."

Frustration boiled over, bubbling and spilling over the sides of the pot and he wasn't able to put the lid on it fast enough. He reached up and grabbed your jaw, holding it firmly between his index and thumb. Forced your eyes to focus on him. Only him.

A sick part of him preened at the little gasp that came out of your throat.

But you kept your eyes on him. Good girl.

"Tell me why you have been avoiding me."

His voice was softer now. He hated how much pain he could hear in it. How it trembled. He had hoped you wouldn't notice. But you did. Your mouth opened. Then closed. You swallowed thickly. Then you spoke.

"I thought…. thought you didn't like me."

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion. Him? Not like you? How could you think that? He could only hate you as much as a hunter hates Mother Earth for blessing him with food.

"You just… always seem so.. annoyed at me whenever I try to talk to you. And you never really… really talk back.. Just kinda… give short answers. I thought you found me annoying. I didn't want to keep annoying you. So I just… just backed off…."

He took a moment to process that. Let it all sink in.

He couldn't help it.

Tord began to laugh.

Through his laughter, he noticed you pout, heard a soft whine leave you. A groan ripped through his laugh at the sight. As if his body was working on autopilot, he surged forward. Pressed his lips to yours. He felt your gasp against his lips, then felt your melt into the kiss. You kissed back.

When his oxygen began to run short, he pulled away. Not too far, though. Kept his forehead pressed flush to yours. Took in the sight of you. You, panting softly, lips swollen from the kiss. Looking up at him through your pretty eyelashes.

"I have never hated you, kjære. I am… aloof. I have a resting bitch face. You are not the first person I have unnerved. But.. you are the first that I have wanted to be close to. If you would have me."

Courtesy. Formality. Tord was a stubborn man, and when he managed to get a taste of blood, he clamped his jaws down tight and didn't let go.

And this rabbit laid down in his teeth willingly.

You smiled.

"I'd like that. Yeah."

#eddsworld #eddsworld x reader #eddsworld tord x reader #eddsworld tord #requested

[onlyseokmins]

losers • l.c.

Pairing: lee chan x afab!reader Genres: smut (minors dni!), roommate!au, kinda have a hate-love relationship so they're losers (affectionate) Warnings: uh they're both kinda switches ig, marking, dirty talk, swearing, mentions of masturbation, chan's a pervert lbr, cum-tasting kinda, panty-stuffing (??) god idk i'm sorry lmk if i missed smth 😭 WC: again like 2k A/N: this is personally the dirtiest thing I've ever written bc I'm weak but got infected by chanrot somehow anyways I apologize ahead of time for this, planning my retirement and never talking to anyone ever again

Chan's fucking into you hard and fast, too far gone in this thrilling fantasy-turned-reality to have the patience in being gentle. Your legs are wrapped around his dancer hips that have a crazy rhythm and mind of their own. Head against the wall, left hand grasping his bicep and right fingers curling into the tiny hairs on the nape of his neck, you know you'll have bruises from the wall you're being pushed up and fucked against. 

You'll have marks in other places you reason, and so will Chan, half-closed eyes wandering over the purple spots dotting his neck to compliment your own. It's not like he listened when you demanded he picks up his musty socks laying around the apartment so you can't even pretend to be surprised when the bastard harshly sucked the skin on your neck despite your protests. 

He's muttering all kinds of dirty shit in your ear. Gloating at how your cunt betrays you and tightens around his length even as you hold out from moaning aloud. So, he keeps at it in hopes that you'll end up giving him what he wants because somehow, he likes to think he always gets his way. 

"C'mon, you had no problems trying to be quiet earlier." 

"... Shut up." 

"What, don't tell me you're embarrassed?" He pauses, hips pressed up firmly against your own, cock nestled fully within. "Now? After being so shameless?" 

Come to think of it, you've always been shameless. Sauntering around in those tight tanks and tiny shorts. Pressing your tits up against him while he's gaming with the boys to see what tactics you can use to beat him next one-on-one match. Cooing over how big his arm muscles have gotten in the last month when he's doing dishes. The challenging glint in your eyes when you try to get under his skin as you bitch about the disgusting laundry he leaves laying around. Using his body wash so you smell just like you belong to him when you reach over to grab the remote. 

But the breaking point is when you casually walk past at breakfast with one of his shirts in hand, which he doesn't recognize at the moment. It takes rummaging in the drawers looking for something to wear to his afternoon dance practice until the realization dawns. The familiar color in your grasp this morning was the last clean t-shirt since the idiot still hadn't done his laundry for the week. 

He can't fathom why you'd take an article of his clothing, let alone the only one in his drawers unless you were just trying to be an annoying brat. Again. As usual. So, he marches down the hallway to your room — shirtless in the effort to try and stun, fluster, or win you over in the event of an argument (but originally innocent because he was in the middle of changing) — knuckles poised to rap on your closed door when he hears it. 

He pauses. Thinks he's imagining things. You're always noisy in your room — either talking to your friends, yourself, watching videos, listening to music, or playing games. But then, he hears it again.

Louder.

A moan. 

Accompanied by the telltale sign of faint vibrating noises. 

He shuffles his feet back awkwardly and clears his throat. Technically, it's not the first time he's accidentally heard one of your… self-care sessions. He's sure you've heard his own. Chan has no intentions of rudely intruding on your private time, figuring he'll just… wait... and kill time back in the safety of his bedroom.

But you keep making your pretty sounds like you know, volume increasing even as he backs away slowly. Eyebrows furrowing as he tries to shake away the perverse image that threatens to form in his mind. One he's thought about before. Many times. Many positions. Many places. 

Chan rubs his temples. You're going to be the death of him. Because now you're begging. 

"Please, please, please!"

For something. 

"I need it, baby… "

Someone. 

"Ugh!"

To fill you up. Stretch you out. Properly. 

He's ready to bolt away before it gets too dangerous. Because he knows he'd be more than willing to open that door and easily give it to you. What you really need to feel good. His jaw clenches as his cock twitches. But that's never going to happen. You're good roommates. Friends even. Too pretty for your own good, too mischievous it can be annoying. But he'll never cross those unspoken boundaries and continues to keep his desires limited in his bedroom, his imagination, and to himself.

Until you say it.

Moaning so loudly you're practically screaming at this point, he can't help but hear it.

His name. 

Breathlessly.

"Channie…"

FUCK. 

He's frozen solid but the blood is rushing up his neck to his cheeks and simultaneously down to his dick. Mouth open in a silent gasp and groan. Brain short-circuiting as he finally just indulges in what he's already thought about millions of times before, so what's the point? He wonders if you're cumming as you chant his name over and over again like a mantra.

And then your door flies open and he swears out loud.

If he wasn't hard before, he sure is now. Your breasts are spilling out of his extra-large shirt he prefers to dance in because of how free-fitting they are as your chest heaves from the prior activities. Sweat makes all the bare skin he can see glisten and he grunts at the sheen of slick coating your inner thighs.

You eye the tent that's poorly hidden by his gray sweatpants, his abs taut with whatever flurry fuck of emotions he's reeling with. And you smirk like the little vixen you are and raise your eyebrows.

"You gonna just stand there?"

Chan doesn't need asked twice and you let out a squeal as he slams you against the wall. Lips aggressively move against yours as you both try to fight for dominance. He doesn't even need to prep you as he takes out his already aching cock. Warm and so incredibly wet, your dripping cunt still manages to grip around him tightly as he pushes in.

As much as he likes messily kissing you, he pulls back, catching your lips between his teeth. Even though your eyes are lidded, there's a distinct spark in them behind the lust that drives him crazy. You're testing him as you stay suddenly very quiet. Like he's not doing enough. As if his dick isn't doing it for you.

Daring to be ever so shameless even in the state the two of you are entangled in. He's so down bad for you, he thinks it's adorable plus the fact that he's finally balls-deep in you.

"Can't believe you've been getting off to the thought of me. Cute." And you have the audacity to roll your eyes, thinking what's cute about this? "How often have you cum wishing it was me fingering you?"

You keep up your silence, knowing it's aggravating him. Full knowledge that he'll want to keep pounding into you even though he stopped in the attempt to make you crack. As if.

"You're such a brat," he grits his teeth. "Even though wearing my shirt while you bounce on that pathetic little vibrator only helps your dirty little fantasy?"

Your eyes close briefly as your cunt traitorously clenches around him. And he laughs mockingly. Until your eyes fly back open.

"I dunno, you tell me how it feels stealing shit to jerk off to," your voice is low at how fucked out you actually are but it's the devious tone that makes him gulp as you purr, "Channie."

He pauses for real. Because now he knows that you know.

It's not like it really matters because of the situation you're now in. But he had tried to be extremely subtle about it and honestly, you had questioned yourself at first. It happened so infrequently enough, your roommate hardly hinting at what a horny pervert he actually was that you figured you were just overly paranoid.

There was no fucking way Lee Chan was stealing your panties.

You now stare into his eyes boldly, seeing the frantic panic as his mouth opens and closes. His dick twitches and you snort. 

"Fuckin' horndog." Your fingers trail down his pecs to his torso to right above where you're connected. "So, tell me. Which ones were your favorite, baby?"

His mind goes back to how you said it as you masturbated and he's completely sure he's smooth-brained at this point. Cheeks hot and the placement of your hand practically scorching, he lets out a throaty whine as you begin to circle the base of his dick that doesn't quite fit in you.

"That's not an answer, baby boy."

And that's when he snaps. And decides to give you an answer. 

A proper one.

It's like a flip switches. It's so fast you don't even register what the fuck happens.

Because suddenly, your arms are pinned above your head. He's leering at your wide eyes at the unanticipated fullness of your mouth and Chan thinks he might like it better when you're quiet instead. Sadly, it's not his cock in his mouth but it'll work. Since you're suddenly rolling your eyes back (this time in deliriousness) because he has indeed, clearly given you his answer.

You're familiar with the lacy lilac panties in your mouth — ironically one of your favorite pairs as well. But god, even if you're slightly pissed to be gagged, it's the undeniable saltiness on them that has you letting out your first full moan for him. Even if it's slightly muffled.

And Chan switches gears to let you know exactly what he likes about them.

"It's a shame they were just cleaned, isn't it? Came in them four times, imagining it was your pretty pussy instead. 'Cause I bet these hug your ass just right…" It's his turn to moan, this time your name as he starts pistoning into you again. "But now I don't have to imagine, huh? Bet you'll wear 'em for me."

Despite the fact that you're getting the best fuck of your life and by none other than the guy you've been crushing on since you first saw him passionately dancing on the stage before you even became roommates, he's still a loser and he still stole your goddamn panties. He may be the best masturbation material but he can be annoying and you like to fight him more than anything. 

The minute Chan gets a little too lost in how he might cum too fast if he's not careful and loosens the grip on your wrists, you've broken out of his grasp. Taking the opportunity of him gasping as you push him down, you shove the panties in his mouth and he's on his back before he knows it. It's kind of unfair how you take control again with a smug look on your face but this time he willingly surrenders because the sinful way you bounce on top of him is enough for anyone to forgive you. 

He also surrenders to his oncoming orgasm, probably cumming the hardest in his entire life, weakly rubbing your clit with one hand and the breast hanging out of his shirt with the other as you milk him for all he's worth during your followed eruption of pleasure.

Gasping and laying in the middle of the stupid hallway, the two of you just stay cuddling that way for a while. Letting the beats of silence pass until someone has to break it.

"So, what happens now?"

"You return all my panties."

"What?"

"Seriously, Chan! How many do you even have?"

"Not enough?"

"Pervert," you grumble as he pouts but you're not actually mad.

"At least let me keep these ones, I mean, you put them in my mouth so they kind of have to be mine now."

"You put them in my mouth first! And they're originally mine!" He clutches his head and you sigh. "… I'll let you fuck me whenever you want, instead."

"For real? No take-backs?"

You start to wonder if you'll regret this offer but at the same time, how could you? Lee Chan may be a loser but his dick game was one-hundred percent a winner.

"No take-backs," you agree slowly, "but only if you promise to like, actually pick up and do your laundry. And I swear to god if I find my panties missing… "

He shouldn't be smiling as wide as he is, but Chan abruptly pulls you into a kiss that's startlingly soft, dare you say loving even. He knows it's a compromise he's willing to make because, in the end, he no longer has to hide and rely on his imagination in his lonely bedroom with the real deal in his arms now.

onlyseokmins: 2022 Losers ©

#lee chan fanfic #lee chan smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #dino smut #dino x reader #lee chan x reader #ez.creates #hhhhhhh that's all i have to say #1k 🌟 #svt.smut

[hyuuukais]

.・゜-: ✧ :- FICTIONAL REALITY .・゜-: ✧ :-

pairing • bang chan x fem reader

synopsis • fiction or reality? y/n preferred the former, escaping into another world, escaping her problems. so what happens when reality takes that away from her; wiping her own story-in-progress off both her laptop and beloved usb? and what happens when she opens the door in the middle of a crisis to none other then the love interest of her novel... and he's holding her usb?

warnings • general, y/n scared of thunderstorms, mentions of abuse

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CHAPTER THREE • LATE NIGHT (2.1k)

Nine o'clock hits, and you lock the doors to your little bookshop.

No, it wasn't actually yours, but it had been so long since Mrs. Yang had popped by that it felt right to claim it as your own. Her grandson, Jeongin, also worked there, a rare sight. He tends to work the weekends you had off, busy with school the rest of the time. A nice boy, not one for small talk. At least, not with you.

As you're cleaning up misplaced books and discarded coffee cups, a distant pattering fills the room; it's started to rain. If it weren't so dark out already, you'd be fine, and if it weren't so windy, maybe you wouldn't have started worrying. You didn't live too far driving, but your car had broken down, forcing you to walk forty minutes to and from. The last thing you want is to walk in the rain.

Cleaning went quickly as the day was surprisingly quiet, and you were out by a quarter after, locking the doors again behind you. Above the bookshop was a little apartment for rent, and you can't help but think of how much more convenient it would be to live there. But your house was important, inherited from your grandmother. It was strange, you didn't even know the woman that well, she never left town to visit you or your family growing up. There were only a few times you can recall ever coming here, much too young to remember details. It never made sense to you why she left her home to a stranger.

But the house... doesn't feel like a home. Not to you. It was cold and creaky, worn down and grey. And it was an escape. For you, for your grandmother too, perhaps, somewhere away from everyone and everything. With the little forest kitten to keep you company, why move in here? You'd been up there before. It was small but had large windows looking out onto the street, and it was cozy. People would think you were crazy- well, crazier- for downsizing so much.

Rain hits your forehead lightly as you walk without an umbrella, having left it at home in the sunny morning. Most lights are dimmed or off, people heading home for the night just like you or cleaning up their workplaces. One place is still bright though- the café. Your heart skips a beat. Chan is inside wiping down the counter, waving goodbye to an employee as she leaves. He tosses the towel onto his shoulder, leaning back with his eyes closed, a content look across his features, strong arms visible in the tightfitting white shirt-

Y/n, what the fuck?

Many times over the past two weeks you found yourself drifting into thoughts of Chan. Something about his presence was so comforting, you couldn't help but think of what it would be like to be with him. Cuddling in his arms, warm and secure. Doing basic tasks, like the dishes or laundry, him coming up behind you to press a gentle kiss to your temple. You have no idea what's wrong with you; you've known this man for less than a month! Well, technically you've known him for... three years? It confuses you. This whole thing is confusing.

Since you last saw him, there have been no updates on the USB. It no longer showed the last message either, just a blank document you can't type on. It was useless. There haven't been many sightings of what you've deemed 'the Shadow', either. Once, it had been at the edge of the forest again, and another time you could have sworn you saw it pass your kitchen window. It never approached you directly, always staying far away. When you caught it in the window, it left quickly, probably thinking you weren't home. You can't shake the sense of familiarity... but you can shake the thoughts from your head, at least, for now.

Focusing on walking past the café with your eyes straight was the goal. Unfortunately for you, the rain started getting harder. And harder. And harder. Until you had no choice but to enter the café as you pass the doors. Shivering, you give Chan a weak wave. His eyes widen at the sight of you, immediately coming around the counter and holding you by the shoulders.

"What the hell, Y/n? You're shaking!" Chan tries to dry your hair with the small towel, but it's no use, you're soaked. "You must be freezing. Is that hail? Come, sit by the counter, yeah? I was just about to lock up."

"I-I can go," your voice was barely above a whisper, already getting up from the stool he sat you on. "It's only... another half hour? I just needed a second-"

"No way. Sit back down right now." Chan turns, putting his keys in his pocket. "I live just upstairs, if you're comfortable I can give you some spare clothes. Take my bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"Uh-uh." It's your turn to protest. "I'll call a cab or something. Please, I don't want to bother you."

"You're not bothering me! You could never." He looks at you so fondly, you forget yourself for a moment. "Now, let's go upstairs so you don't catch a cold. Follow me!"

Reluctantly, you follow. As you head to the doors leading to his office, there's a crash of thunder and a bang on the main doors. Both of you turn around quickly, and you freeze, not from the cold this time. The storm is bad enough, but what's worse is what you see beyond the doors.

The Shadow.

Your eyes widen, stuck to the spot as Chan walks past you, muttering something about people past close. He's trying to yell through the glass, but the Shadow isn't moving, it doesn't even seem to notice him, staring at the ground by his feet. Up close, you can see reddish hair dripping down from the hood obscuring its face. When it finally does look up, it's not looking at Chan, but at you. The collar of its jacket is high, covering the bottom half of its face. Its eyes are piercing, and familiarity strikes you again.

A hand smacks against the door, holding a wet paper against the glass. The rain is too heavy, you can't make out what it's supposed to say. It points at you, smacks its hand against the window again, then points to its own hand. You're entranced by its eyes, trying to place them-

"I'll call the cops if you don't leave!" Chan yells, holding up his phone, and that's what it takes to bring you back to the present.

"Chan," you grab his arm. "Let's just go upstairs."

"What, and leave this guy banging on the door? He's gonna break the glass!" He looks at you in disbelief. "And the way he keeps staring at you? No. No way. You can't seriously th-"

"I've seen it before!" You snap, closing your eyes and breathing deeply through your nose as more thunder sounds. "I'm more freaked out by the thunder than this thing. It's not gonna do anything. All it's ever done is stare, it's not gonna start breaking things now."

"It...? I-" Seeing your expression, Chan softens his tone. "Okay... I believe you."

Gently, he leads you through the doors, glancing back to see the thing roll its eyes in frustration, furrowing its brow before walking away into the night.

Once upstairs, Chan quickly gives you clothes to change into, giving you time to shower and call anyone who may be awaiting your arrival at home. The sensation of warm water hitting your skin almost cures the chill you have from seeing the Shadow so close. It's never approached you with another person around. The closest to seeing it in public was as you opened the shop one day, seeing it stare from across the street, fearing it coming any closer. But it didn't. Until now.

Of course, you have no one to call, so you emerge soon after drying off. Chan's apartment is laid out similarly to the one above the bookshop, and you settle down on the couch looking out the window. The mix of rain and hail rages on, but the thunder is more distant now. Lights flicker, then completely turn off. Chan comes out from his bedroom with a few candles, placing them on the table and lighting them quickly.

"Scared of thunderstorms?"

You shake your head. "More like... scared of what thunderstorms can produce? Like, tornados and all the damage after. I don't know, it's silly."

"It's not silly." Chan sits back, looking at you like you offended him personally. "It's not silly at all. We all have fears."

"My ex said it was silly."

"Fuck him then, yeah?"

"Yeah," you laugh, surprising yourself. "Fuck him."

"Doesn't sound like a very nice guy," Chan leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he gazes at you. "How did he get someone like you to fall for him?"

"Well he wasn't always bad," you say quickly. "He started out really, really amazing. Obviously, that didn't last or-"

Thunder causes you to jolt, sitting up straighter than before. You don't notice Chan scooting closer until you feel his hand on yours.

"Is this okay?" He asks, voice low.

Unable to reply, you intertwine your fingers. The wind pounds against the glass next to you, a mix of rain and hail coming down aggressively. Subconsciously, you move closer to Chan, seeking comfort from the harsh weather. Your body and mind were at odds - one craving the touch of another human being, the other screaming for solitude.

"Chan I-" You start, but he's already moving in. "Stop."

A hand on his chest, his on your shoulder, breath mingling.

"I'm sorry Y/n," he backs up, taking both hands away. "I-I didn't mean- shit, Y/n I don't know what I was thinking-"

"Just stop," you plead, squeezing your eyes shut, mind racing, heart pounding. "We barely know each other. I'm not ready."

"It's been a year."

"What?" Your eyes snap up to him, his expression blank. How could he have known that? The most you've told anyone here about your past relationship was that it ended badly, no specific details, and that was to the stray kitten.

"It's been a year, Y/n, isn't that enough?" Chan tilts his head, eyes a dark void. "You can't seriously be that hung up on him." He leans back on the couch, a whole different demeanor. "What was so great about him? The way he yelled, the sting of his hand? How in the world could you miss that?"

"Screw you, Chan."

You get up to leave, but a hand wraps around your wrist.

"Hey, hey, hey," Chan looks at you, concern written all over his face. "What's wrong?"

"Are you serious right now?" You glare at him, yanking your arm out of his grip and grabbing his store keys off the coffee table. "I'm leaving."

"What? You can't go out in this! Especially not when you're acting so strange." Chan blocks the door. "You just kind of spaced out after taking your hand back. That's not a sign of hypothermia, is it? After being in the rain?"

"Um, I don't think so?" Saying you're confused would be an understatement. "Still- let me go, I wanna go home. Please?"

He sighs, rubbing the back of his head. Finally, he moves, letting you rush down the stairs, following behind closely. He's about to unlock the door, but pauses.

"Can I drive you?"

"Oh- sure," you step back so he can open the door fully, then follow him out.

The force of the rain is almost enough you knock you down, and you have to hold onto Chan's arm. His car is parked around the back, giving some shelter between buildings. It's hard to see, but you keep an eye out for the Shadow in case it decided to stick around, but there was no sign of it. You were grateful the drive to your house wasn't long, and you were there in no time. Part of you wanted to invite Chan inside, silently forgive him for words he never said, allow him to see you. But you couldn't. You needed to give yourself space to think.

"Thank you for the ride... and sorry for freaking out," you say quietly, staring at your feet. "I have a lot going on right now."

"Don't apologize," Chan breathes out. "We all have something, right?"

"Right," you smile tightly. "Have a good night."

"Yeah, you-"

But you're already out the door, getting re-soaked, the rain only getting harder. Once you're inside, you take a second to breathe, back against the door. It's not long before there's a loud knock, startling you off of it. Assuming it's Chan, you open the door, maybe you forgot something?

But it's not Chan. The Shadow snatches the air from your lungs, your eyes widening past what should be humanly possible. You can't speak, you can only stare as water drips down both your faces, the sound of the storm fading away, leaving only you and it. It takes its hood off and lowers the collar of its jacket. Staring at you now is a man you haven't seen for a long time-

"Minho?"

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notes • minho ?!?!?!?!?!!? what are u doing here ! and how does y/n know him?

taglist • @yongbbokkie @chaeryred @tenebrisirae @toplinelix @chansdoll @amaranth-writing

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a/n : im lowkey venting in my fics wha-

summary : draken snaps at you when you asked for his help, slight angst but with comfort!

wc : 1178

[10.00pm]

it was night time and you were waiting for draken to come home from his shop. he did called that he's gonna be a little late so you did all the chores including feeding the cats you owned and the laundry. you were exhausted doing chores from morning and had a sore back but if you didn't do the chores, the house is going to be messy and unorganized. you never minded doing all these chores without draken's help although some days the chores are getting overwhelming.

sometimes you actually don't want to take any rest as there was still unfinished chores to do. there were some days where you overworked yourself and got a fever but you still did everything you could before draken got home from his work. you always thought yeah you were tired but he must be more tired so you must finish the chores before he gets home.

today, the chores wasn't too much but you had to cook dinner and went to multiple shops to buy some food supply for the cats too. you also had to take the bus because draken was too busy.

while doing the laundry in the laundry room, you heard a click of the door indicating draken has come home. you threw the shirt you were hanging and sprinted towards him then launching yourself to demand a hug from him. he hugged you back but the hug lasted for 5,6 seconds? you were confused as he softly pushed you away while he disappear into your shared bedroom after he mumbled a "im tired" under his breath.

you stood there, still confused. nonetheless, you finished the laundry as fast as you could and headed to the kitchen to prepare dinner for draken. he took a long time showering but he showed up to the dinner table. you beamed at him but he didn't even looked you. huh, you thought maybe he was too tired.

after eating in silence, draken took his plate and washed it and went to bed. you did the same and stored away the food in the fridge. you heard the cats meowing for food but your hands were still lathered in soap so you called for draken in the room. "ken? ken, could you feed the cats?"

no respond.

"draken? drakennn the cats are demanding food can you be so kind and give them the food my hands are soapy"

again, no respond.

"ryugujii" you prolonged his name while still cleaning the dishes, unknowing that he was stomping his foot and was angry his peace was interrupted.

"damn it y/n can't i have one minute of rest? must you bother me over something that you could've done?"

"what? ken im still doing the dishes but the cats are hungry i just asked for your hel-"

"i don't care about the cats, im fucking tired and can't even rest in my own house!" furiously he grabbed the container containing cat food flying across the room. the cats already has fled to safety under the table leaving you and draken under thick tension. your hands were shaking as you never saw draken as angry like this. yes, he had days when he was tired but he never went.. psychical like this.

with a shaky voice you said "well, im sorry i was in your way of resting. how about you go and sleep? you look like you need it-" you didn't even get to finish your sentence as he turned his heels and went back to your shared room, slamming the door in the process. you almost fell, your knees were wobbly but the cat food scattered needed to be cleaned so you reached for the nearest broom and swept every single piece. after a while of sweeping, you called the cats to eat and while scratching their heads you sat down with them and cried.

one of the cat bumped their head on your hand and you sniffed. you smiled a little, thinking

the cat wants attention but had no idea you were feeling sad. you gave every single cat a whole hearted meal and they left you in the kitchen. you were contemplating either to enter the bedroom or sleep on the sofa. it was cold that night and your back was in pain so sleeping on the sofa might make it worse but at this point you think draken might need to cool off.

you took a spare pillow and blankets from the old cupboard and make your way to the couch. it was uncomfortable to sleep there but the floor might be a much worst option. you did your best to fall asleep as the discomfort of your aching back came so again you cried. you cried so much that you fell asleep due to crying and exhaustion.

[2.00am]

draken's pov

okay fuck now what? i swear i was exhausted but after the burst with y/n i couldn't sleep. was she outside? where did she slept? y/n always had problems getting comfortable to sleep so she should already be in bed here with me but it's been hours and there's no sign of her. with a heavy sigh i rose from the bed and went to look for her only to find her sleeping on the sofa. clumsy y/n she must have accidentally slept here i thought while smiling.

my smile immediately fell when i saw the tear stains in her cheek and her eyes were puffy. i felt a pang of guilt. here she is, the love of my life doing everything in the house without my help and yet when she asked for help i just snapped at her like that. what a selfish boyfriend i am.

i carried her body into our bedroom and laid her down while she hummed in content. she must be tired as well, i'll call inupi and tell him im taking the day off tomorrow. my y/n needs some rest.

settling down on my side of the bed, i felt her body stirred and felt her gaze on me. i cupped her cheeks with my hands and kissed her forehead. "im sorry, im so sorry" i whispered.

i felt her starting to cry again and i quickly wiped the tears away while hugging her warm figure. she thankfully hugged me back and heard her mumbling apologies repeatedly in between her sobs. i kept saying that it's not her fault and that's it's okay while rubbing her back. after a while she calmed down and fell asleep on my chest.

i laid her down again and spooned her from behind. i stroked her hair while she was snoring softly and kissed her head repeatedly saying how much i love her and how much i regretted treating her like this. perhaps, breakfast in bed tomorrow would be a good start for her day. i reached for my phone that was on the nightstand and typed out multiple recipes of pancakes. yeah, i should definitely do this more often for her.

a/n : im writing this while doing chores y'all

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers x reader #tokrev x reader #tokrev x y/n #tokyo revengers fluff #tokrev fluff #tr fluff #tokyo revengers draken #tokyo revengers ken ryuguji #tokrev draken #ken ryuguji #ken ryuuguji fluff #draken fluff #draken tokyo revengers #draken tokrev #fluff #tokyo revengers angst #angst with fluff #angst with comfort

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Orders.

WARNING BEFORE READING!!

I plan to do a series of one shots of Kyle, Stan and even Kenny too. These all will be part of a bigger fanfic I have yet to post here, hopefully it will make sense in the future but for now I think they are okay to read whitout context. Yura is one of my OC's. I will write Style too eventually, maybe even open some requests for other shipps but for now I will only write the one shots that will be a part of my main fanfic. English is not mt first language and It's mt first time writing smut, I'm open to your criticism, just be respectful please.

Warnings: NSFW, Oral Sex, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex Cock Warming.

It was a rainy sunday afternoon. Kyle, Stan and Yura were roomates. They shared an apartament in NY thanks to college and today was an unusual day. Stan was called in his part time job to cover for a co-worker who couldn't attend that specif sunday, Kyle and Yura had to study for their respective tests that were coming and most important, they needed to clean the apartament since sunday was the only day of the week they had to keep the place in order.

So the three of them woke up early in the morning, Stan quickly left for work and Kyle and Yura sat down in the kitchen table and organized a list of chores each one of them would do to get rid of the cleaning as soon as possible so they could study after.

"Okay, so you do the dishes, laundry and take out the trash. I will sweep the house and clean the bathroons, then we both clean our rooms, and when everything else is done we can fold the clothes that were already clean in the dryer, okay?" Kyle said in a calm tone, tapping the table with the tip of his finger while looking at her and waiting for her confirmation.

"Sure, that works for me." She replied with a sweet tone and small smile that always managed to melt his heart a little.

He smirked at her answer and then proceeded to get up. "Okay, let's start then" Kyle offered her his hand and she gladly accepeted it. They quickly started to do their designed tasks and about 2 hours after they were finished.

Yura had a few strings of hair falling of her bun, Kyle was sweating a little and they were certainly tired but the apartament was now nice and clean. She dropped herself in the couch and let out a sigh.

"I can't believe we still have to study after that. God please send help, one of your strongest soldiers is falling apart." She said dramatically, making kyle chuckle as he sat next to her. "C'mon, don't be so dramatic Yura" He rolled his eyes and playfullly patted her head. "Let's eat something first, that will lift you up." he got up and started to walk towards the kitchen. "Come" he said one last time and she slowly got up and obeyed him, walking towards the kitchen.

Some time passed, they ate some leftovers from the day before, cleaned their mess and went to study. Yura was a good student, even if she didn't always got 10's, but Kyle was an overachiever mf. He wanted the best grades and he liked to be the best. So, when they sat down their asses in the table, Kyle's face shifted to a focused and serious expression, he put his earphones in, opened his notebook and started to take notes. Yura did the same but she knew she would't last as many hours as him. After 2 hours of endless pages, articles read and words written, she just thought "I'm fucking done with this, I will have more time during the week". So she turned off her Ipad, closed her notebook filled with notes and got up carefully to not disturb Kyle. "manace to society" she thought to herself seeing his focused frawn. Unfortunatly, she couldn't deny that he was hot. It should be a crime to be this handsome while doing something so silly as studying taxes or whatever he had to study in law major. He was almost too hot like that for his own good, but, knowing him very well, she would't disturb him during his study time since he would be bothered if interrupted. So, when Yura walked by him she just kissed his cheek to say a sort of "goodbye" and went to grab water in the kitchen. As Kyle felt her loving kiss in his cheek he looked at her and removed his earphones "where are you going?"

"I'm done for today, good luck with the rest of your studies!" she waved at him as she filled her previously empty bottle with water.

Kyle was not gonna lie to himself, he enjoyed having her company while studying, just her presence alone made this boring assignment more endurable so he was a little bummed at her soon departure.

"Okay, don't be loud then."

"I won't "sir", don't worry" she jokingly said and went to sit on the couch in the living room. Yura didn't even turned on the tv, she was just scrolling down her twitter.

He smirked at her and let out a slight chuckle. Calling him sir... interesting, he thought.

One hour and a half later, he was feeling confident about his notes so he thinks it's a good time to stop, he didn't want to overdo it anyway. The red haired boy starts to strech his arms and neck and then he lays his eyes on Yura. She was using an oversized t shirt, he could tell it was not hers, it was probably his due to the large size. Kyle was very tall and had nice muscles, he was once part of the basktball team during high school afterall. So, she was wearing that green shirt of his, a tiny shorts that didn't cover shit of her beautiful tighs and the woman was just... there, being casually too beautiful doing absolutely nothing. Earlier she had called him "sir"... and she spent all day obeying everything he said. The chores, lunch, study... and Kyle wasn't blind, he could feel her gaze sometimes during their time together at that table, he knew she was checking him out, and he enjoyed that. All the signs were there... he decided to test something.

“Hey Yura, come over here for a second.” Kyle said in a commanding tone, in hopes of teasing her. The girl, as soon as she heard his voice, turned her head to him with a curious expression. "What?" She asked while getting up and walking towards him.

When she got near she just stood there, waiting for his reply.

“Sit.” Kyle commands once more, grinning.

She was slightly confused about his sudden...requests... but she obeyed him and sat next to him in the other chair at the table next to him.

"Okay, now will you explain why you're being so weird?" She asked him with a slightly frawn forming in her face.

Kyle tried to keep the serious facade but he failed. He starts laughing a bit, covering his mouth with one of his hands.

“Yura, I wanted to try giving you an order to see if you would obey again, since, strangely, you have been a very... obedient girl today..." he said finally being able to stop giggling but he still had a smirk on his face. "And... well.. you did what I told you to do. Again..." He said with that stupid cocky smile of his getting bigger.

As she heard him, her face was gradually getting more flustered. "You're such an idiot, I can't belive you!" She said embarressed at herself for having actually followed his stupid order. Yura gave his shoulder a tiny punch. "I-It's just that you're a very pragmatic person and since we had a lot of things to do I thought you would know how to do things quicker!!" She says trying to justify herself, which of course, wasn't a lie completely. Her cheeks were burning red at this point.

"You seem to have a thing for following orders...", he said with a provocative tone, getting up and standing in front of her. "Don't you?" He proceeds to lean towards her, getting at her level at the chair and bringing her face close to him with his hand that very calmly grabbed her chin.

"And why do you care?" She said looking into his eyes with a defying tone, yet, a needy one. Almost as if she wanted to give in.

"Oh, princess, because I love the ideia that you would obey any order I give you."

Their faces are close, they can almost feel each other's breath. Tension and lust filled the air. Yura was still blushing, but now, she could not deny that she was turned on by his words, by him.

"Then... command me to do something more..." she said with desire coming from her voice a and flirty and slightly nervous tone as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“I want you to kiss me, yura.” he says calmly while giving her a very slight pull towards him for her to get up while having a sly smirk.

She lets out a quick smile and kisses him. His lips feel so soft. They savor this kiss, feeling each other's tongue's and taste. Kyle hands soon go to her waist, squeezing her with just the amount of force he knew she loved, that made her go weak. Kyle bites her lower lip before they finally pull away from one another, making Yura moan in a lower whisper.

"Shall I order you to do something else?" He asks with a provocative tone yet again. His fingers were now brushing her hair while his eyes were focused on her beautiful flushed face. "I would't mind that..." she says, drunk with the pleasure his touch can give her. He smirked, then leaned over to kiss her once again, a slow, passionate kiss that made her whole body melt and burst into flames. Then, without breaking eye contact he said

“I want you to get on your knees for me”.

A slight smirk formed un yura's lip's. She kissed his neck and gave him a small bite in the area, just to tease him, and then she whispered seductively in his ear "Of course, Kyle..." and then she got on her knees and looked at him with that provocative expression and that smirk filled with lust. Her gaze was a perfect mixture of innocence and lust, revealing just how much she wanted him in the moment, in need of his touch.

He chuckled at the feeling of her lips on his neck. He was already hard. It was difficult for him to control himself and not just fuck her right away. “If you don’t stop giving me that look, I might get a little too carried away.” He then starts caressing her face with his hands. "I will ruin that pretty mouth of yours." She looked at him so eagerly, so needy, so wet. She proceeds to lean her head further into his touch, feeling pleasure and confort in it. His thumb is playing with her lips, getting inside her mouth. She starts using her tongue and feels his thumb. The sight of yura on her knees, sucking his finger while giving him that sinful look... it was driving kyle crazy.

With his free hand he started to lower his sweatpants, reaveling his big bulge in his boxers. "Take it off" he said in a low voice, poiting at his black boxers. Yura obeyed immediatly and slowly started to take off his underwear. When his throbbing dick was entirely out, she gently grabbed with her hands and looked at him, rubbing a little, going up and down.

"Suck it." It was an order, and that made Yura even more aroused. She then proceeded to lick the tip, tasting the pre cum that was already dripping. Slowly, she started to move her mouth, feeling his large hardness deep in her throat, doing movements with her head, going up and down.

Kyle tilted his head back, feeling lost in the pleasure of her lips and mouth. He puts his hand in the back of her head, guiding her movements.

"You're such a good girl aren't you? Taking me so well...ngh..."

She continued using her mouth and hands, sucking as much as she could trying not to choke, her hands were on his thighs, sometimes she would move them to the base of his cock to masturbate it before swallowing it again. Soon Kyle felt his orgasm coming, he shoved his dick down her throat while the most sinful and delicious moans came out of his mouth.

Yura swallowed everything, or at least she tried. Some cum dripped on the area of her boobs. When he was done he softned his grip on her and let her go. She let out a heavy breath and had to clean the corner of her mouth, her eyes were watering a little.

God, that vision was so hot for Kyle.

She looked at him, with those submissive eyes.

"Did I do well?"

He stayed silent, feeling hard yet again, watching her messy hair and flushed face while asking so desesperately for his approval.

"Very well, princess" he helped her get up and cupped her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb.

She smiled and again let her face sunk in his warm hand.

"Should I be rewarded then?" She playfully asked.

He just smiled and kissed her. A slow and sensual kiss.

"Of course, you were such a good girl afterall, weren't you? He picked her up in a quick move and carried her im bridal style to his room to place her in his bed.

"Lift your arms for me, yura" she gladly did and felt her shirt being removed. Her big breasts were now completely exposed. She let out a devious smile and placed her hands inside his shirt, feeling his abs and toned torso. "I want to see you too" Yura said while scratching him slightly with her nails to tease him. The feeling of her nails was so exciting for Kyle, he felt shivers.

"Oh I know" he said and finally removed his shirt, reaveling the muscles beneath it.

She brushed his body with the tip of her nails, smiling provocatively while admiring her boyfriend's physique. He grabbed her hand.

"I didn't say you could touch me yet..." he grinned mischiviously and pinned her in the couch, pressing his torso and hardness against her.

"Oh, so I need permission to do so?" She chuckled a little, bringing his face closer to hers with her hands. "So impatiant now, aren't we?" He moved his hand right in between her thighs, her tiny shorts were long gone at this point, then he shoved one finger inside her, making her bold attitude and expression disappear, being now replaced by a needy response.

"S-stop teasing me like that" she moaned, barely being able to contain her body from the immediate response to his touch. She was soaking wet. "Oh but you seem to be enjoying this a lot princess" he moved his finger deeper in her wet cunt, she was moaning loudly.

"Aaahn... Kyle... please... I want... I need you now..."

"You need what? Be clear with your words" he asked inserting one more finger inside her.

"I need you to fuck me, please..." she begged, her eyes even watering a bit.

Hearing her beg sent his self control to space.

He kissed her once more and started to remove his sweatpants and boxers once again. He shoved his dick inside her wet cunt, making her moan loudly with the sudden penetration.

"Ngh... Kyle..."

"Fuck, you're so good for me..."

He began the moving in an intense pace, making sure she could feel every inche of his hard cock. Due to his size, it was not uncommon for her to feel some kind of pain without some preparation, but gods, that pain was so quickly turned into pleasure with him.

She digged her nails into the skin of his muscular back, how she loved to mark him there. The pain he felt with her scratching was also a turn on for him. Her face and beautiful voice, moaning his name like she belonged to him, that was his heaven. They kissed once more, sharing their taste with each other. He bit her lips with force before breaking the kiss.

Her moanings became more eratic, she was almost there and he could feel her walls tightening around him, her legs were quivering at this point.

They reached the climax almost at the same, feeling numb after and collapsing together in the bed.

"You take me so well every single time, Yura..." he said still inside of her, looking at her eyes and flushed expression. One of his fingers brushed her messy hair off her face gently.

"It's because it's you, Kyle." she said smiling at him and chuckling a bit.

He smiled and kissed her again, her taste was addicting, like a drug.

"Now, will you stay like that forever or?" She said in a playful tone poiting at his dick, still inside her.

"Oh, you seemed to be liking so much" he said in the same sarcastic tone and removed his member off her. That made her moan in response, feeling empty all of sudden.

"Aahn..."

"If you don’t stop moaning like that I don't know if I'll have the strenght to get up this bed princess" he layed down next to her and hugged her waist, bringing her closer to him.

"Shut up!" She said laughing and slapping his chest playfully. "Let's just cuddle a bit"

"I think you're getting too spoiled" he said carressing her hair while she buried her face in his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin.

"And whose fault is that?"

"Mine I suppose." He said laughing with her.

"Were you able to finish your studies earlier?" She asked, lifting her head a little bit to face him. "Yeah, I think I'm good for today, why?"

"Then let's just stay like this, I'm tired, you fucked the shit out of me" she said and snuggled against him.

He laughed out loud this time. "Hahaha, well, next time don't be so eager to follow my orders".

And they stayed cuddling and teasing each other for the rest of the day. Well, until Stan arrived tired of the shift he had to cover, then they decided maybe someone else should he spoiled for the rest of the day.

#kyle broflovski #south park #smut #headcanon #kyle broflovski smut

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⋆˙ Eddie Munson Headcannons!!!

summary: I love my dark, curly haired, nerd punks as much as the next idiot, but let me tell you exactly why; between sharing interests and personal space, here's a few things I think would come included with your Eddie Munson Boyfriend Pack™ :)

wc: 645 words, short n' sweet !

warnings/tags: sexual behavior implied but not explicit, gn!reader, fluff

⚘᠂ strong attempts on his part to clean / tidy up a bit before someone important to him comes over. things like gathering up any old dishes, bottles, or cans, emptying ashtrays and throwing dirty laundry into a more discreet spot to be dealt with later. maybe he makes his bed and makes sure all his drawers are closed, picks shit off the floors and makes sure whatever needs to be put back, is.

⚘᠂ it's a show that isn't actually all that necessary considering how long and how well he's been know, but it's sweet and welcome nonetheless.

⚘᠂ You’ll be carrying hair ties on your wrist if you don't already do so. Maybe you can even teach him how to take care of it lmao

⚘᠂ sitting on his lap (or vice versa?) for physical contact and also to provide a familiar weight that can keep him still. his fingers will still tap, and fiddle with things like the hem of your shirt or your own hands, but be careful because he will get handsy very quickly (it's the understimulated/bored ADHD needing instant gratification for me)

⚘᠂ sometimes you can sus out his more suggestive motivations by what rings are on which fingers (or more like which ones they're specifically Not on)

⚘᠂ it means enduring the sudden bursts of dancing and movement that possess him during the music he's listening to, fully jumping up and giving in, putting that hair to such good use

⚘᠂ mutually strong hugs!!!! hold him tight he'll hug you tighter! in good times it's more like a challenge or a joke; a "see how far we can get before someone injured their ribs" kind of thing, but in times of panic it can be grounding for both of you, a reminder that you're both still kickin’.

⚘᠂ He can’t rollerskate worth a shit. doesn't really matter because it's not his scene nor his music - but you can drag him into a rink anyway.

- (take it as you will: either u make him, and he manages to pick it up, or you circle around as he watches from the wall- all holding hands and smiles with sudden cocky bursts of competitiveness or showboating, and nervous near-falling when transitioning on and off of the rink

⚘᠂ but speaking of music: sitting in on his rehearsals, he might sound terrible, it's his house shows and small gigs that matter tho and you make yourself loud and known, biggest fan #1

⚘᠂ he's the type to crowd you randomly before backing up after surprising you to gauge ur reaction. it just doesn't occur to him to be conscious of it, but he'll continue his theatrics when he can tell you're caught up.

- he's the type to go for back hugs and resting his chin on your shoulder (whileee rocking back and forth just to be annoying)

⚘᠂ i wish so hard that lord of the rings came out at this time so i can say: please watch lord of the rings with him he would love it it would be great. but i can't, you can't - im gonna cry real

⚘᠂ him skipping school or leaving early or during lunch to go find you at work or at home (also didn't fully communicate)- leaving campus

⚘᠂ that handkerchief isn't in his pocket for no reason, babe. check the tapes, there's cuffs on his wall. he's been outcast he's a little fucked up is a little high-chasing and he's got his painful skin markings - he likes it! let's do it

⚘᠂ chances are he's never seen the ocean, the biggest body of water would have been a lake, but i think as someone who's lived on a coast their whole life i'd love to see him see it. he might now how to swim.. even if he doesn't, he'd have fun getting goofy on the beach, playing with the sand, throwing water, droplets off his curls

a/n: first post!! it's not my branding and a little bit short, but i wanted to start somewhere - big things are cooking up! hope you enjoy and your time is really appreciated!! written with the help of @somnichron ⋆˙⊹ .

#kit writes #eddie my beloved #eddie munson x reader #x gn!reader #x gender neutral reader #eddie munson headcanons #stranger things 4 x reader #x reader headcanons #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x gender neutral reader #gender neutral y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson x male reader #eddie munson x male y/n

[amatorysacrivn]

what are some pet peeves the LIs have?

oooo!

*tiffany hates hates HATES people who are overly rude. she gets enough cruel words from her boss, she doesn't need it from a friend or partner

*rosaline doesn't like when people can't do basic tasks when they are fully capable of doing it! oh, you can't cook or fold your own laundry or do the dishes? how could you be so incompetent?

*vesperia doesn't like when people are loud indoors. inside voice! it's not that hard! well she just doesn't like speaking in general, she signs whenever she can

*elita doesn't like when people have to make everything negative. if she's having a good time talking about her dad and someone comes up to her telling her "my dad used to beat me" she'll get annoyed!

*cy hates being interrupted! if she's talking to her sweet buttercup and some organ harvester comes along to interrupt their conversation by trying to kill her, she's gonna be pissed!

*aziel doesn't like when he's making a joke and someone tells him to "shut the fuck up" or "you're not funny" it hurts the guy!

*leviathan hates people that don't clean up their messes. if you spill something, he'll expect you to clean it up otherwise he'll get pissed

*lazaria doesn't like when someone tells her to cover up. if she wants to wear a skin tight top and a mini skirt let her show some skin!

*zack gets extremely annoyed when someone tells him what to do with his money. maybe he just wants to gamble, he doesn't care if his cousin needs bailing out or if his ex-wife wants him to be kinder and donate to charity! that's HIS money, let him spend it how he pleases

*konstantin doesn't like people that pester him. if he has to say more than three sentences to get you to leave him be, he'll stab your hand so you'll go away

*casanova hates when someone tells him he'll never be a man no matter how many surgeries he gets. he found it funny at first, but his mom tells him the same thing every chance she gets so he doesn't find it humorous anymore

*kastiel doesn't like people that try to run away even if they're already tied down =)

*lorelei doesn't like when others yell "goth mommy!" at her. like she gets it, she wears black and has a piercing, but she's not a fan of being sexualized

#amatory sacrilege #amatory sacrilege vn

[jordie-gvf]

heartbreak anniversary , sammy

i wanted to redo it, i didnt like how it turned out, so i give you Heartbreak Anniversary 2.0

warnings : arguing, language, mentions of being passed out, mention of alcohol

word count : 1k

enjoy!

Sam still isn't home yet. Five year anniversary dinner, down the drain. You had set out the top shelf wine, made his favorite vegan pasta, set out candles, and it all went to waste.  Late to his own anniversary dinner, which had been on the calendar for weeks, the calendar he looks at every morning. 

You heard him come home as you were eating your pasta, you even made garlic bread. He walked in the door, said nothing to you. He walked over to the table and looked at the food. “Is it some kind of occasion?” he said, and scoffed. You looked at him appalled. You grabbed his food and he yelled out, “Give me back my food! Im fucking hungry.” You turned around and calmly told him, “Can I heat it up first?” and turned around to face the microwave. You started to silently sob. How could he forget? How could he forget the anniversary? There's no way he forgot, this is a prank. 

It in fact, was not a prank. You took his pasta out of the microwave, put it on the table and he said, “This is still cold.” He scoffed and went upstairs. You couldn't believe the iciness behind his voice, almost like he wanted to scold you for not heating up his food enough. You heard the shower turn on. You grabbed his plate and threw his food away, he didn't want to eat it cold, fine, he doesn't eat at all. You were doing the dishes when he came downstairs. He looked at the table and lashed out, “Where the fuck is my food? Did you throw it away? Why would you do that? I was at the studio all day and I come home to cold food. What is wrong with you?” You looked at him and went upstairs. You grabbed a duffle bag and packed your clothes, you were going to stay with Josh for the night. You texted him and asked if you could come over and spend the night, and his response was “What did he do?” and you said “I'll explain later”. You zipped your bag and changed into sweats and a tee. You went back downstairs and he was on the couch with a glass of bourbon in his hand. “Where are you going”, he asked. You told him, “Happy Anniversary.” and turned to the garage, grabbed your keys, and left. You could see him in the living room with his head in his hands. Rosie came over to you and nudged you with her nose, as if she was saying, “Where ya goin, Mom?”. You pet her head and gave her a kiss.

You drove straight to Josh's house. You saw Jake's car in the driveway. You knocked on the door, Jita answered the door. She took one look at you and hugged you immediately. She grabbed your bag and took it to the guest room. 

Josh came up to you with open arms, as did Jake, and they took you in a warm embrace.”What did he do? Do we need to hit him?” you laughed and shook your head no. They called Danny, so everyone knew what was going on. Jita had come back down, and you explained everything. 

Josh looked furious by the end of it. Little Josh was ready to start swinging on his little brother. Jake didn't know what to think, Danny was making his way to your house to smack him, and Jita sat there and hugged you. You had a load of texts from him.

Safety Sam 🫶

Baby, please, I'm so sorry.

Please come home.

You seriously went to Josh?

Rosie girl misses you.

I miss you.

You looked at them and read the last text over and over again. You missed him too. Danny texted you and told you the house was a mess, meaning Sammy broke shit. He sent you a few pictures. Broken picture frames, the bar cart was pushed over, and the bed that you had made was torn apart. 

Demolition Dan

The house is a mess.

I can't find him.

I found him. Laundry room.

He's in bad shape

I think you should come home

Y/N : I don't want to see him.

Y/N : I'm staying with Josh tonight.

YN, I really think you

should come home.

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There he was. Your lover, asleep, in the laundry room, with an empty bottle of Jim Beam in his hand. You called Danny and told him you were on the way. Josh, Jita, and Jake said, good luck, and sent you on your way. As soon as you got home, you left everything in the car, and ran up to the laundry room. You heard him talking to Danny, “Wheres my girl, I need my girl.” and you heard Danny respond. You got to the laundry room, saw Sammy on the floor, and said, “I'm right here Sammy, Im here” and he immediately got up. “Y/N? Baby im so sorry”, he said, and started to cry. You sent Danny home and laid with Sammy. You put your hand on his cheek and slowly rubbed your thumb up and down, “Its okay Sam. Come on, let's get you into bed”. He slowly got up and you helped support his body. You walked into your bedroom and put him on the bed. You went to the dresser and grabbed his pajamas. You walked back over to him and started to take his shirt off. “You want to?” He said, as he tried to pull your sweats down. You looked at him and said, “Not tonight, love” and he said a simple, okay, and let you put his pajama pants on him. 

The next morning, you woke up and saw your sweet Sam laying next to you, fast asleep with his mouth wide open. You rubbed his cheek as he slowly woke up. You took your hand off and told him to, “go back to sleep”, and he looked at you and said, “no, i wanna lay with my girl”. He put his head on your chest and he asked you, “can you rub my back?”, and you obliged.

You kissed his head and told him, “everything will be alright.” and lulled him to sleep. 

#sam kiszka #sam kiszka x reader #sam kiszka fic #sam gvf #greta van fic #greta van fleet fic #greta van angst #sam kiszka fluff #sam kiskza #greta van fluff

[onlyonewoman]

As a 40+ woman who's a hardcore feminist and is quite good with both the rolling pin, the sewing machine, actual handwashing clothes, drying herbs and shit like that: I HATE the current tradwife trend on social media for three main reasons: 1. It romantisizes a period of time in history where women literally had less choices in every single aspect of her life than now. 2. You NEVER hear women in their 80's gushing about what an amazing life they had as stay-at-home wives - let alone how happy their own mothers were. You only hear those who have the luxuary to choose. 3. These so called tradwives are, based on what the average houswife was capable of between, lets say, 1900-1950~ish, nothing but a bunch of vlogging cosplayers who love to pretend they're not telling other young women how they should live. I'm sorry, Mrs. Cosplay Wife, but unless your hands are sore, strong and sinewy from hours of physical labor, your pantry stuffed with boring jars of boring food you're preserving in various ways and you know how to mend clothes both by hand and on machine, you're nothing but a fraud. A real damn house wife is someone who works hard around the house to provide for her family - however it may look. It means long hours of sometimes really boring labour. It means knowing how to take GOOD care of the households clothes and linen. Not just throwing them in on a whim in the machine. NO! We're talking meticulous care here - and lots of ironing and, if possible, mangling. It means preparing and cooking meals every fucking day, doing the dishes, the basic plumbing, getting your ass out into the fucking woods during berry season when others lay on the beach! Forget about spending quality time with your kids - they're either in school, doing homework, helping with chores or out playing. Your husband is too busy trying to support a family of too fucking many on a salary that was good enough in the 50's, but not now, so how about some goddamn reality check? If you're blogging/vlogging about how much you love the 1950's estethics and how much you love cupcakes and traditional values, you're just a young, privileged snob, rich enough to not know a flying fuck about how the real housewives in the 1850 ruined their hands with laundry before turning 30 or how those who took drugs to keep the depression at bay in the 1950's felt, because without a world of strangers constantly engaging with and making you earn YOUR OWN money instead of forcing you to ask your husband for it (because, you know, traditional wives HAD NO FINANCIAL FREEDOM), all those colorful, expensive brand kitchen stuff you're prancing around, all the sponsorships and your own bank account, you'd be just as stuck as the women you're trying to cosplay as. You're not traditional, you just have a thing for a certain aestethic and that's fine. But remember: as long as you earn more on strutting around in chechered aprons that aren't made to spill on, moving through you sparkling kitchen with 50 gadgets your great grandma couldn't even imagine over her depressing zinc tub with dirty dishes, than the average worker at a laundry, a restaurant, a goddamn sweatshop couldn't even dream of buying despite working as hard as the actual homemakers did back when managing a home meant absolutely vital stuff for a family to survive, you don't get to point that well-manicured finger at those who call you out on your bullshit. You're not traditional. You're influencers with advertisers who're using your homes, looks - and sometimes your kids - to earn money by cosplaying a 1950's look that most families - especially the non-white and the disabled - weren't a part of. And on top of it, you can't even darn a fucking sock without ruining your expensive manecure. My great grandma would've eaten you for breakfast - before heading out to march for voting rights.

#tradwife #tradwife trend #the word you're looking for is cosplaying for views

[anendoandfriendo]

Styrofoam and plastic dishes/cutlery are not great for the environment but they are great for our incoming We're Fuckong Tired And Can't Do Fuckall issues we are getting back (probably at least partially the fact we feel like we've temporarily cut a piece of our own hear out even if it was a toxic one, combined with growing halr dysphoria 'cause it's growing in the back again, y'know? and then we get more storms tomorrow! Yippee!) so now we feel kind of bad but like, the dishes are not getting done tonight and have not gotten done for the past few days and we can't do even more dishes. Not right now nope, no thanks.

Also, now we get to buy: the little sprinklies that Make Scent when you put them on your laundry, which is something we've wanted to try out for forever. Q~Q

And we need to find slow cooker recipes that can use all of our canned shit that the "friend" claimed she could never find anything for but, let's just admit it, she's a fucking snob and elitist and wouldn't even bother using the imitation vanilla extract we have had for MONTHS by now and would just buy more vanilla extract so...we don't think we trust her on that???? We will learn to cook on our own lol.

[qprstobin]

My thing is I can sort of see it as like.... The fantasy of somebody accommodating and loving you despite being disorganized/messy/etc (especially as someone with. some pretty severe ADHD)..... But only if it's gone through several layers of telephone via shouting down a wind tunnel.

Like. Somebody heard someone with ADHD say that they relate to Eddie & went and ran with the most surface level expression of that, and somebody else went "yeah this is a great way to write a caregiver/caregivee dynamic without making it kink" & along the way you lost the fact that even if you *do* have a genuine inability to remember to clean your room more than once a month or do your fucking taxes you usually at least have a self awareness and/or a desire to use what energy/periods of function you do have to express your appreciation or even out the fucking scales.

At least, if you're aiming for a relationship that is *meant* to be fucking functional or aspirational, rather than weighed to one side without so much as a conversation about it to confirm that everybody's getting what they want out of it.

Oh man this fandom is SO GOOD with unhinged games of telephone lmao.

I think that's what gets me lmao, is that I have ADHD too. I have incredibly bad ADHD. Yes it's awesome when you have people willing to accommodate your brain fog and executive dysfunction, and do nice things for you on occasion but like the sheer level this fics have T.T

Like it's awesome when people in your life are like "oh I saw you were stressed/having a bad time so I did your laundry or washed your dishes for you to help you carry some of the weight" but it's like you said I can only imagine that some extreme fantasy aspect of it had to have gotten tangled in to warp it that much. Because the side no one wants to acknowledge to is that sometimes if people do that shit too much it just becomes embarrassing for you, feeling like you can't do normal shit on your own.

Like it's a disability yeah! It's nice to have people support you but doing nothing also makes me feel useless lol. And you've hit on the biggest things, most of the time in those situations there's some reciprocation too! Much easier to let others pick up the slack if you are also pick up the slack! That's the relationship ideal imo. Otherwise yeah it does just feeling infantilizing or like caretaker kink.

Also while writing this I think some other influences come from the genre of "Steve hides Eddie at his house and helps him recover after the bats ate him" fics, which, I'm also honestly not a huge fan of. But I wouldn't be surprised if people loved the idea of Steve taking care of Eddie while he recovered and then just starting applying it to every part of their relationship, not realizing how bad it makes Eddie look outside of like mutually agreed upon kink shit.

#sorry anon i feel like i got on my high horse here a bit i did not mean #i totally agree with you and i am shaking your hand about the adhd lol #anon #anonymous #asks #anti steddie #anti fanon steddie