#anyways i don’t wanna go home !!!!!!!! not in the slightest

[violentdelightsandviolentends]

Walk The Line.

Carmen gets a little jealous. You don’t mind in the slightest.

roommate!carmen berzatto x female reader

warnings - smut. cursing. semi public antics.

word count - 2.5k

authors note - ask and you shall receive 😌. i’ll never get enough of roommate!carmy. i’ll be writing him forever. <3

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He’s a little out of his depth, admittedly.

The invitation had been slid under your front door, pretty handwriting on creamy paper.

“A… party?”

“Does it say party, Carmen?”

“No, it says ‘mixer.’ What the fuck is a mixer?”

You laugh, scrubbing a mark off the final dish in the sink before placing it down in the drying rack. Carmy is sat on the counter across the kitchen, reading the invite over and over.

“Seriously, babe. The fuck does mixer mean? So it isn’t a party?”

You dry your hands and make your way over to take the paper from him, eyes scanning over it carefully.

“A mixer is like… a get to know each other thing. It’s sort of like a party, I guess, but not really. Just a casual gathering type situation.”

“Sounds fucking stupid,” he grumbles.

You smack his shoulder, rolling your eyes.

“Lighten up, asshole. It could be fun.”

“Fun? You think having a mixer with all the neighbours from our building on a Friday night is gonna be fun?”

“I think it sounds like an incredible time. My ideal evening. I can’t wait.”

You can’t even pretend not to laugh, grabbing onto his thigh to keep yourself balanced. He puts his hands on your shoulders, trying to look serious, but the grin fighting its way up his cheeks gives him away.

“You really wanna go?”

“Carm, if it’s terrible, we’ll just lie and say we’ve got plans elsewhere. We’ll run away screaming if we need to. It might be good for us though, to meet our neighbours properly. It’s good to get to know them, just in case we ever need anything.”

“What, like a cup of sugar? What is this, the thirties?”

“When you’re testing recipes and fucking them all up, you might be grateful to be able to nip next door and borrow a cup of sugar.”

“I don’t fuck recipes up.”

“No? Then why were you yelling at a lavender and oat crème brûlée last week?”

“It was mocking me,” he grumbles under his breath, hanging his head.

You can’t help but laugh, moving closer to stand between his manspread legs where he still sits on the counter. You brush a piece of hair back from his forehead, tracing your index finger in a featherlight touch down the bridge of his nose. He looks down at you, eyes glued to yours.

“I know for a fact you don’t have anything else planned on Friday,” you whisper.

He rolls his eyes but leans into your touch anyway, where you’re still tracing along the features of his face.

“You promise we can leave if it’s terrible?”

“We literally live in this building. We can just walk up the stairs and be home.”

He huffs, but relents.

“Fine. But please don’t leave me alone with all of the middle aged moms. They love me.”

“Oh, I’m sure they do,” you giggle, leaning in to rest your head on his chest. His arms encircle you, pulling you as close as he can.

Is this scene too intimate for roommates? Without a doubt.

Do either of you care? Not in the slightest.

✵  ✵    ·　 ✵ 　　 *  · ✵

It’s not as bad as he thought it’d be.

The middle aged moms have pulled through, actually. The lobby is decorated with fairy lights, tables covered in alcohol set up against the walls. Everyone has a drink in their hand, chatting and mingling amongst themselves.

You and Carmen walk downstairs a little late. He’d finished his shift and run home to shower and make himself look semi presentable before facing the neighbours.

“We need a signal,” he says suddenly, right as you reach the staircase. “In case of emergencies.”

“Pat your head.”

“Real subtle.”

“It doesn’t need to be subtle, it needs to be noticeable for me.”

“Fine,” he mutters, bumping his shoulder into yours. “Don’t leave me alone with that Erica lady. She scares me.”

“Yes sir,” you mock salute, slipping your hand into his momentarily. “You’ll be fine, Carmen. Like I said, we’ll just leave if it’s awful.”

It’s not awful, actually. It’s quite fun.

It’s nice to get to know the people in your building, seeing as you have lived there for a couple of years now. Carmen has been there even longer.

“Excuse me, sweetheart?”

You turn around to be met with an old lady, leaning carefully on her cane.

“Yes, ma’am?”

“I’m Dorothy. I live in 2B, and I just had to tell you that you look beautiful in your dress.”

You smile, pulling out a chair for her, which she takes gladly. You sit down next to her, spotting Carmy chatting with a couple of guys across the room.

“Thank you so much!”

You introduce yourself, telling her your name and apartment number.

“Ah yes,” she hums in recognition. “You live with your boyfriend who has all the tattoos.”

You almost choke on your drink.

“We’re just roommates,” you say eventually. “But yes, that’s him.”

“Oh, my apologies. I just assumed.”

You’re curious, suddenly. You know you shouldn’t be, but you can’t help yourself.

“Can I ask? Why you… thought we were dating?”

She chuckles knowingly before placing a hand on your knee.

“Honey, he’s got a hand on you at all times. He looks at you like you are the sun. Every time you walk past my window, you’re both laughing. Sounds like love to me.”

Her bluntness is refreshing, if not a little intimidating. No one will say it how it is more than a little old lady who can’t mind her business.

“We, uh… we’re close. He’s a good roommate. A good friend.”

She doesn’t look convinced in the slightest, chuckling as she pats your leg.

“Uh huh. That’s what I said about my husband - real good friend. We’ve been married 58 years.”

You smile, shaking your head.

“Is he here with you?”

“He’s upstairs. He can’t really leave the apartment, these days.”

“You know, if you ever need anything, me and Carmen would be happy to help.”

“No, sweetheart, I couldn’t ask you to-”

“-you’re not asking me, I’m offering. Carmen is an award winning chef at one of the best restaurants in this city. He’d be more than happy to make a meal or two when needed. And I can pick you guys up stuff from the grocery store when I go, too.”

“Thank you,” she whispers, grabbing your hand in her frail one. “You’re good kids, you two.”

You grin at her, squeezing her hand gently.

“You know where I am, if you need me.”

She nods, standing up carefully.

“I’m going to go see if that handsome Jeremy will come and fix my shower for me. He did promise.”

You laugh, watching as she makes a beeline for one of the dads stood in a huddle. You catch eyes with Carmy, who’s still chatting away with a few of the younger guys. He winks at you, all cheeky and carefree, and you can’t help but flush, heat prickling across your skin. You shake your head, smiling, winking back.

Suddenly, there’s a hand on your bicep. You spin sideways, to be met with the sight of a very handsome man. Dark hair, big brown eyes, tall - he looks slightly like a movie star you can’t quite remember the name of. You crane your neck to meet his gaze, smiling softly.

He holds out his hand to introduce himself.

“Hi, I’m Daniel.”

You tell him your name, trying to ignore how his hand engulfs yours.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.”

You laugh, shaking your head.

“Have you lived here long? Think I’d remember a face like yours.”

Now he shakes his head.

“A month, maybe. I live in 6C. I’ve been working a lot, so haven’t had any time for introductions.”

“Ah. What do you do?”

“I’m a model.”

Of course he is.

“What do you do?”

As you start to tell him, his eyes fix on yours, not leaving for a moment. He listens carefully, both of you blocking out the noise and focusing on each other.

Turns out, Daniel is good company. The two of you find a spot in the corner, away from the noise and the wine drunk moms. The two of you laugh, joke, and talk about Chicago as if you’re old friends. Time slips away from you easily, conversation flowing with minimal effort.

“I don’t want to leave, trust me… but I have a super early call time tomorrow. If you wanted, we could grab a drink sometime, somewhere that’s not our buildings lobby?”

You laugh, nodding.

“Yeah, I’d like that. It was nice to meet you, Daniel.”

“You too. Here,” he says, handing you a small business card with his number on, “text me.”

“I might do just that,” you tease as he walks away grinning.

You’re on your way to grab another drink when a hand slinks around your wrist.

“Hi, Carmen.”

You don’t even have to turn to know who it is, recognising the feeling of his calloused hand against your soft skin.

“Where’s your friend gone?” he all but grumbles.

“He’s gone home, got to be up early for work.”

“Haven’t we all.”

“Ooo, okay Mr Attitude. You’re not having a good night? You didn’t give me the signal.”

“Would you have noticed if I did?”

You spin around to face him properly now.

“Yes, I would have. Because we’re in a tiny fucking lobby and not a football stadium, Carmen.”

He huffs.

“Didn’t think you’d notice if the building fell down, the way you were lost in his eyes.”

“I know it’s a foreign concept to you, Carmen, but eye contact is actually a very important part of conversation. Try it some time.”

Carmy rolls his eyes, grip on your wrist tightening.

“Come on,” he mumbles. “Wanna show you something.”

He practically drags you up the stairs, and up some more, and up some more. Eventually, you reach the roof.

The sun is just setting, casting the city in a warm orange glow. Everything is so calm, so peaceful, so serene. It’s beautiful.

You’re admiring the view when suddenly your feet are no longer on the ground. Carmy has you over his shoulder, carrying you across the rooftop to the brick wall.

“The fuck are you doing?” you cry as he finally puts you down.

He smashes his lips to yours, choosing to shut you up rather than answer you. You kiss back eagerly, confused but not disappointed at the turn in events. Slipping your hands into his hair, you tug him into you, groaning as he grabs at your ass.

“Carmen,” you breathe, “why don’t we just go home?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” he mumbles against your neck, pressing kisses wherever he can reach. When he bites down, you smack his shoulder.

“No marks, asshole. The fuck is up with you?”

Again, he says nothing, just slips his hand under your dress to run his fingers over your underwear. You part your legs instantly, leaning back into the wall to steady yourself.

“Carmen, someone’s gonna see if they come up here.”

“Well then you better come quickly.”

He slips your panties to the side, running his fingers through your wet heat. You keen, knees buckling already.

“Oh baby,” he chuckles. “This all for Daniel?”

It all clicks for you suddenly.

“That’s what-” you choke as he slides a finger into you. “That’s what - fuck - has you so riled up? Daniel?”

“Don’t say his name when I’m knuckle deep, baby. It’s rude.”

You attempt to scoff, but it comes out as more of a moan when he presses his thumb to your clit, circling carefully.

“Am I not giving you what you need, honey? Is that it? Greedy girl just wants more, so she looks elsewhere to get it?”

“No,” you justify quickly. “You know that’s not true.”

“If you can still form sentences, I’m clearly doing something wrong.”

He slips a second finger in, curling them exactly the way he knows you like.

“Carm.”

“He couldn’t make you feel like this, babe. You and I both know it.”

You’re nodding, fingers gripping his shirt tightly as if you’re scared he’s going to walk away. His lips press into your neck again, nipping along the expanse of skin.

“Say it.”

“Hmm?”

You’re dazed, mind hazy with Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen Carmen.

“Say. It.”

He punctuates his words by curling his fingers harshly. You’re seeing stars, legs giving out.

“He - he… fuck, Carmen, please.”

“So close, honey. Try again.”

You know he won’t relent. He never does, when he’s in a mood. You have to just give him what he wants.

“He couldn’t make me feel this good, Carm. It’s all for you, only you.”

“Good girl. Knew you could do it.”

With that, he speeds up his fingers, his other arm snaking around your back to keep you standing upright.

“Give it to me, baby. Know you want to. That’s it, atta girl.”

“Come for me, there we go. Can feel you.”

“Good girl, good fuckin’ girl. So pretty like this.”

You fall over the edge, clenching like a vice around his fingers as you throw your head back. There’s a sheen of sweat coating your skin, chest heaving with every breath you take. Your vision goes white for a second, gripping onto Carmy’s biceps for dear life.

You rest your forehead against his chest, panting as you try to recover.

“Jealous Carmen is kinda mean,” you mumble into his shirt.

He laughs, wrapping his arms around you.

“You know I didn’t mean it, right? You’re free to date whoever you want. You could do a lot worse than Daniel the hot supermodel.”

You pull back, looking at him carefully.

“I know. I just… I don’t know if I’ll go. Seems a bit unfair to date him when my mind is on someone else.”

You both know exactly who you mean. You both also know that tipsy on a rooftop is not the place to have that conversation.

“Did you ever master the lavender crème brûlée?”

He chuckles, not expecting the sudden change in subject.

“Yes, I did.”

“Do we have any left?”

“We don’t. But I did make chocolate soufflé this afternoon, if that’ll satisfy your sweet tooth.”

“Fuck, yes,” you grin, leaning in to kiss him tenderly.

“I’ll make you a crème brûlée in work tomorrow. Promise.”

“Will you make two extras?”

He quirks a brow in confusion, so you continue.

“We’ve got two elderly neighbours. They’re not very mobile, so I said we’d drop stuff off every now and again.”

He smiles at you, all soft and melted.

“Of course. That heart of yours is too big for your chest, you know.”

You take hold of his hand, placing it there.

“Only sometimes.”

He kisses you again before throwing an arm over your shoulders.

“Let’s go eat chocolate soufflés and drink the rest of that wine you bought.”

“You’re a mind reader,” you laugh, making your way downstairs.

Maybe he is, you think later. You don’t mind in the slightest.

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[celtic-crossbow]

You’re Holy to Me

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader Setting: Alexandria Warnings: Sexual themes; thigh riding; minor degradation; brat taming Summary: Daryl knows just how to make you behave. A/N: Thank you @thewalkingdilf for letting me use your idea. I hope I did it justice!

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“Are you done yet?” You were whining, knowing damn well how it grated on Daryl’s nerves when he was focused on something. Right now, that focus was his bike. You absolutely knew better, but carried on anyway. “Come on, Daryl!

The archer was on one knee, eyes narrowed in concentration. At the next mewl of his name, he dropped a wrench with a loud clatter. You had been attached to his hip— apparently in every way except the one you wanted —since leaving your shared room that morning. Not that he minded. It was nice to feel loved, to feel wanted. “Listen, sunshine, I got a lot to do, so why don’tcha go on home an’ bug Carol for a bit?”

“Carol can’t help me.” You pouted from directly behind him. Biting your lip, you drew your finger through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. “Come on, I wanna play.” You huffed, pressing a foot against his leg to get his attention focused on you. 

In such close proximity, Daryl could practically smell your arousal and he shivered. “You’re bein’ awf’ly needy right now. Ya really should go to the house.” When you didn’t answer, he nearly turned to address you again but then he felt you pressing yourself against him. Knelt as he was, your center was against the back of his neck, warm through the fabric of your skirt. “Better stop now, Y/N. Ya don’t let me finish up here, I ain’t gonna let you finish for a while.”

“Daryl.” You whined, moving your hips side to side. “Are you still not done with your other girlfriend? I need you now.” Your fingertips found their way into his hair again, scratching and lightly tugging. “You know there’s a better place to stretch those fingers.”

He had just retrieved the wrench only to drop it again, this time reaching it to wrap his fingers around your wrist. With a growl, he stood, turning to loom over you in a way you would have found intimidating if you didn’t know him like the back of your hand. 

Oh boy, you were in for it now. 

“Why ya gotta be such a brat?” His tone held no heat, but there was a threat there; the type of threat that had a rush of arousal soaking through your panties. You blinked up at him with a coy smile. “Ya knew exactly whatcha was doin’, didn’tcha? Can’t go one day without that greedy lil’ pussy bein’ filled, can ya?”

“What on earth will you ever do with me?” Your smile remained and only fueled the lust burning through the archer. 

“I know exactly what m’gonna do with ya.”

His eyes narrowed and you gulped at the same time as your cunt clenched around nothing. His large hands gripped your hips tightly, just enough for the slightest amount of pain. When he walked into you, you began to back up, allowing him to lead you to wherever it was he wanted you. 

Sliding an arm around your waist, he leaned to swiped the other across his workbench, the tools and parts crashing and clattering on the hard floor. Hopefully Aaron didn’t come running to check things out because your panties were already being dragged down your legs. 

Biting your bottom lip, you slipped your feet from your sandals and stepped out of your underwear, watching with warm cheeks as Daryl lifted them to dangle between you. The center was darkened, drenched with your slick. Those electric blue eyes slid over to you while he twirled the garment in the air with his index finger. 

“Messy girl. C’mon then.” He let your panties fall and reached for your hips again, a squeak leaving your lips as he pushed you down onto his left thigh. “Wanna cum so bad, go ahead.” He smirked when your head tilted. He wanted you to ride his thigh? 

Daryl was patiently waiting you out, his grip firm but not guiding. You let your hips roll experimentally, watching him for affirmation. All you received was an arched brow. 

“But, Daryl—”

“But nothin’. You wanna cum, make it happen.”

You huffed, pouting. Maybe if you did as he asked, he’d fuck you until you saw stars. With that motivation in mind, you ground yourself down and thrust your hips forward, the rough denim grazing your clit just enough to make you jolt. It was easy to find a rhythm after that. 

“Atta girl. Gotta work for it.” He never moved, his leg steady and grip solid. You had to admit, it felt good. You likely couldn’t cum like that but it was a nice way to kickstart that fire low in your belly. “That’s it, pretty girl.” He cooed at you, chuckling when you whined in reply. “Feel good?”

“Uh huh.” You reached forward for those broad shoulders, holding tightly to help you balance when your thighs began to burn. You could feel the dampness you were leaving smeared over his jeans, the slick lessening the friction you so desperately needed. “Daryl.” 

“Nope. Can’t help ya, sunshine. Gotta learn your lesson. Them’s the rules.”

“But—but you’re gonna fuck me, right?” You didn’t stop grinding, your hands coming down to rest over his, silently pleading with him to take pity on you and help. When he stayed silent, you mewled and jutted out your bottom lip. “Right?”

“Ain’t nothin’ goin’ in that pretty pussy tonight.” The whine you responded with made his cock twitch but he resisted.

You were teetering on the edge, desperately alternating between bouncing and grinding, searching for that angle that would bring you relief. It felt so so good but left you a whimpering, blubbering mess. Maybe if you touched yourself, you could coax your orgasm to the surface. 

Your fingers barely brushed the tuft of hair above your slit before his hand left your hip to slap it away. Daryl tutted. “Nuh uh.”

“Oh, god, Daryl. I’m so close. I just need—”

“Ya should’a thought ‘bout that ‘fore ya acted out.” He held you steady, fingers digging into your flesh. Watching you work to bring yourself to climax had him straining against his pants. He wanted nothing more than to bend you over his bike and pound into you until you were screaming loud enough to worry the couple inside. But he wouldn’t. 

“Please, fuck! Please, Daryl!” Sweat was dampening your shirt, your breasts bouncing, nipples hard against the fabric. Dirty girl, you hadn’t worn a bra. Just for him. 

“C’mon, girl. That’s it. Look atcha, gettin’ yourself off on my thigh. Go on, make yourself cum. Ya don’t need me, right?”

“I need you. I need you, please!” You threw back your head, bringing up your hands to squeeze your breasts, pinch your sensitive nipples. Trying anything and everything to reach that precipice. Thankful he allowed you at least that stimulation. 

“So, so pretty like this. Ya’d like for me to fuck ya right now, wouldn’cha?”

“Yes! Fuck me, please!” Your hips were moving erratically, warmth and wetness seeping through the thick fabric to his skin. He was extremely close to giving you what you wanted. 

“Nope. Just look too good like this.” Each sound, each ah ah ah was driving him crazy but he just didn’t have it in him to stop you. You were a vision. Your hair falling around your face, damp strands sticking to your neck. Tears leaking from the corners of your eyes. Your plump lips open with the sweetest sounds he’d ever heard spilling past them. If he wasn’t careful, he’d cum in his jeans just watching you. 

There was a drawn out moan that broke off into a whine. Your hands dropped to Daryl’s forearms, nails biting into his skin while his fingers continued to hold firm to your hips. 

“I can’t, Daryl! I can’t!”

“Yeah, ya can.” You rutted against him hard and fast, finally finally feeling that dam within you beginning to break. Gritting your teeth, you rode him hard, actually managing to rock him against the bench. “C’mon, sweet girl. Cum for me.”

The coil within you snapped, pulses of pleasure driving hard straight down to your throbbing clit. The wanton moan of the archer’s name ended with a shout, strong hands grounding you as you writhed and shook, soaking his thigh with your essence. 

You came down slowly, hips still jerking sporadically from the overstimulation of being pressed against his leg. At your content hum, he released you and let you fall forward against him. 

“Gonna let me work in peace now?” He chuckled when you had to force yourself to lean back far enough to blink at him with heavy lidded eyes. 

“Mhm.” With the laziest of smiles, you stood, covering your mouth when your movement revealed the mess on his jeans. “I should go get you another pair. You can change out here and I can take those—”

“What makes ya think we’re done here?”

Your mouth snapped shut, brows raising. Daryl stood and guided you to sit on the workbench with gentle fingers on your biceps. You didn’t have a chance to question him before he started working at his belt. It was then you noticed the prominent bulge in his jeans. 

“Gotta teach that mouth a lesson too.”

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[2knightt]

Do you think u could write abt the gang being (separately) absolutely obsessed with the reader. Like they adore everything she does, they can’t get enough of her. To the point where the rest of the gang starts releasing them abt it, meanwhile reader is like completely oblivious lol

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ heaven and hell were words to me.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH! the greasers is totally obsessed!

tags/warnings: no confessions—just the gang having a crush, gang being literally whipped, them being a little odd, kinda toxic!johnny LFMAO, nothing else to my knowledge

ೃauthor notes⁀➷ i’m just working…working hard so i can please you.(shout out to ema/corvyes/loml for that ref.) but if i get a req asking me for like the gng confessing to you—i will do it. trust.

Dallas Winston

WHEN HE’S DRUNK, YOU’RE ALLLL HE TALKS ABOUT LMFAOOOO

“i’m tellin’ you—there ain’t a girl like her.”

dallas would repeat after what felt like this 5th drink of the night. buck is sick of him, two-bit regrets dragging him along, and dallas just wants to tell them how good you looked today.

when he sees you walking home, to school, or to work he WILL tag along. HE DOESN’T GAF IF YOU TELL HIM TO TAKE A HIKE!

actually, he kinda does. you’re like the only person he listens to.

LMFAOOO THE GANG THREATENS TO CALL YOU OVER WHENEVER DALLAS IS DOING SMTH STUPID

like whenever you threaten a kid ur gna tell santa.

“dallas, i’m gonna tell y/n what you did last week.”

“??if you do, i’ll beat your head in, soda.”

“YIKES..i’m gonna have to tell her that too…”

“…don’t, she’d be so mad at me😔😒.”

THE GANG TEASES DALLAS THE WORST(besides ponyboy) ABOUT YOU LFNAOAOAOAO

like they’re shoving him toward you, nudging him at even the slightest mention of you, giggling as they tell him they seen you today.

“look, it’s your girlfriend.”

“steve, shut up! she ain’t deaf!”

—

“GO SEE HER!”

“OW—i mean—hi, y/n.”

“did you…trip? or did you mean to bump into me?”

“yeah, sorry or whatever. some IDIOT back there pushed me.”

—

“guess who i saw..🥰🥰”

“who?”

“your wife…”

“can you NOT.”

despite all that, you somehow, still don’t know how he feels about you. how? we’ll never know. it’s beyond the human mind.

his friends try and hint at you that the big, bad greaser has a school girl crush on you. do you get what they’re trying to say? no. but that’s okay, you’re just a girl.

lowkey pisses dallas off but that’s okay cuz he prefers admiring from afar. DOES HOWEVER ASK YOU TO HANG OUT AND CONSIDERS THEM A DATE IN HIS HEAD TO KEEP HIM SANE LFMAO

“you wanna go see this drag race tomorrow?”

“sure! i don’t have work then. uhm, pick me up at my place!”

“alright, cool.”

‘yeah..,it’s date🥱😍’ — dallas’ brain.

Johnny Cade

‘johnny, if you even fucking stutter when you talk to her today—you’re gonna have to drink pickle juice.’

“oh, hi. i didn’t see you there, johnny. ‘m sorry.”

“o-oh—it’s alright.”

‘well, shit.”

he thinks he looks like such a fucking loser when he talks to you omfg😭😭

the gang tries to tell him he might have a shot but he thinks they’re just telling him that because he’s their friend. :(

HEAVILY admires from afar. like seriously he’s a fucking stalker

WAIT LMFOAOO HE’D BE THE TYPE OF GUY TO ACCIDENTALLY STALK YOU LIKE HE’D FOLLOW YOU PLACES FROM AFAR LMFAOAOAOOAOA

what a little freak

anyways

he accidentally lets things slip to let you know he’s better than any other guy trying to go after you. like if you had a shitty ex—he’s preaching that he’d ‘never treat you like that, he can’t imagine that a guy with a brain ever would.’

johnny does everything to keep your attention on HIM and nobody else when your friends try and talk to you when you two are out together. like you could be having a conversation with him and he’d be just pouting in the background with his arms crossed.

“y/n, look. they got that shirt you was talkin’ ‘bout. let’s go check it out. c’mon.” “oh—alright! bye, viv!😊” “yeah, bye viv.😒”

side eyes the gang whenever they bring you up in conversation

“johnny and y/n sittin’ in a tree—“

“😒🤨”

“alright.”

he tries to subtly hint that he really likes you and that you’re his type but it’s not subtle at ALL.

“y’know, if i were to have a girlfriend, i’d wish she was like you.”

—

“my type? uhm, it’d probably be someone-“ and he goes on to describe you.

Ponyboy Curtis

‘holy fuck that’s literally y/n walking towards me??!! does she know i’m here—does she even know me-wow she looks good in red. i mean—SHE’S WAVING OH MY GOD.’

HE IS SUCH A WRECK I CANTTT

ponyboy is the type to stare off into space in your direction and dream about how well he’d treat you if he was your man!!

yk how bitches be like ‘my man, my man!’ whenever they talk about their crush?? he’s all ‘my girl, my girl!’ WUAGRMRNEE

the gang was so confused on why he was so eager to go to school all of a sudden?? and why he cares about his appearance just slightly more than usual?? …is that soda’s shirt he’s wearing?-

two-bit was the first one to realize what was happening when he seen ponyboy and you talk in the halls. that wasn’t the giveaway, though.

it was the way he stared at you like you were the only girl alive and everyone else was just gone. two-bit was almost moved to tears to see ponyboy all grown😞😞!!!

“is tha’ your girlfriend? that why you couldn’t wait ‘til monday?”

“shut up!”

“ouuu, wait until the gang hears ‘bout this!”

“YOU AIN’T TELLIN’ ‘EM NOTHIN’!”

ever since — it has been hell on earth for ponyboy. dallas brings you up every time ponyboy gets smart, johnny giggles at every kissing scene at a movie nudges him, soda and darry had to give him ‘the talk,’ (soda just made it worse by making snide remarks.) and steve never stopped poking fun at him.

two-bit tried to get you to spill the beans on how you felt about him, but all you’d do was huff and ignore him. FINE THEN😒!—is what he always thought.

soda, johnny and two-bit all let ponyboy rant about you.

“LIKE, BRO. my girl, my girl! she’s so cute and smart. LIKE SHE’S TOTALLY MY DREAM.”

—

“that’s so cute ☹️” - soda

“SHE WANTS YOU SOO BAD” - two-bit

“just go tell her, man.” - johnny

does everything to impress you stoppp 😭😭!! pony is trying harder in school, using less hair grease, wearing darry’s cheap cologne when he’s not looking, etc.

HE’S SO SILLY I LOVE HIM!!!

Sodapop Curtis

delusional king!!! yes soda, let the voices in your head tell you that she wants you so bad!!🫶🫶

swear to goddd he thinks y’all are meant to be. you tipped him when he was working at the cash register and he was sooo in love

sorry in my head he’s a hopeless romantic

cause a) you were gorgeous, b) kind enough to tip him, and c) most likely rich💯💯

when he seen you at random places with your friends—soda would get so excited LMFAOOO

STOP HE’D HOUND PONY FOR YOUR NAME

“bro they probably go to your school—just lemme look at your yearbook!”

“no??? you weirdo???”

“please??!! i’ll do the dishes or something!”

“….get me a pack of cigarettes and i’ll tell you.”

“OKAY🥰🥰”

stole them but pony never said how to get them so who gaf!!!

SODA WOULD TOTALLY WRITE YOUR FIRST INITAL + HIS LMFAOOAOAOAOAA

or he’d see who’s last name went best with curtis or your last name!!!1!1!1

he’s crazy insane over you did i say that already

whenever you come by the dx—he’d give you shit for free while you insist to pay.

“jus’ take it.”

“i can’t—i’d feel terrible.”

“it’s alright, no one has to know. right?”

he’d flash his million dollar smile, pushing your coke and chips close to you, inciting you to just take the food.

WAJENEDKD he wants u so bad it’s. so terrible.

steve hates his rambles

“YOU SHOULDA SEEN THE WAY ME AND HER WAS TALKING—SHE’S SO INTO MEEEE”

“yeah, she wants you!!! shut up now!!”

Darry Curtis

nobody knows. it’s like a top secret only darry knows. the gang has their suspicions but they can never really know why darry is suddenly so adamant on going to go get him, soda, and pony’s hair done at the salon.

they alllll can see that he only really talks to you—but at the same time he does that weird ass dad stance where they stand with their arms crossed and legs far apart LMFAOOOOO

darry thinks you’re like…model fine btw.!!!!!

BROOO WHEN YOU LIKE UNCONSCIOUSLY MASSAGE HIS HEAD WHEN YOURE CUTTING IT—HE’S SOO READY TO JUST ASK YOU OUT

darry doesn’t know what it is but goddamn!! you have him in a spell!!

“c’mon—we gotta go to the salon again.”

“….we just went?”

“TWO WEEKS AGO. it’s about time we go AGAIN.”

does in fact work a little extra just so he can see you. he’s that much of a loverboy i fear.

HE DOES ACTUALLY NOT WAIT TO ASK YOU OUT

like, among all the gang, he’s the only one mature enough to actually flirt with you properly & to ask if you’re single.

darry’s fucking down like that.

AWWHHH HE TOTALLY BUYS YOU FLOWERS AS A ‘THANK YOU’ GIFT LOL

flexs his strength around you to prove he’s worthy !!! DARRY LOVEEESSS SHOWING OFF WHEN YOU’RE LOOKING

megara + hercules methink…..

you two probably started hanging out as ‘friends.’ …yeah right!!!!

he’s driving you around as you be his pretty little passenger princess, he’s offering to buy you things when you two are out, etc, etc.

darry might not know how to show that he likes you, but trust me, the second that you look a little too far into his actions—it gets obvious.

like maybe too obvious idk.

Steve Randle

HELLLOOOO??? HE IS TOTALLY SHOWING OFF HIS GYMNASTICS MOVES AROUND YOU

“bro, bro! (yes he’d call you bro. idgaf.) watch what i can do!!😊😊” “wowwww, steve that’s so cool.”

geeks out near you. when you aren’t around the average person would see him and go ‘jesus christ, he literally might beat my ass.’ but when you’re around, they might think, ‘why is that scary looking guy talking about cars and comic books rn??’

you bring out the nerd in him in the best way possible🫶😊 BECAUSE THAT MEANS HE LIKE LIKES YOUUUUUUU

and it’s so obvious to the gang bc wdym steve told you all about DC comics while all they got was a ‘yeah, it’s alright.’ …hm…..

soda NEVER shuts the fuck up and him and his little girlfriend. NEVERRREE

“why’re you so pouty today? y/n ain’t say hi?”

“bro, shut up!”

steals for you and gives them to you all proud like he paid for it LMFAO

tries to be sooo cool around you but the second you bring up the latest batman comic he’s all “OMGOMGOMGOMG IT WAS SOO GOOD!! DID YOU SEE THE-“ he’s a loser what can i say.

dallas totally flirts with you in front of steve just to piss him off LOLLL like when he sees dallas twirling your hair around his finger steve is just all “???🤨🤨😡😡”

and then becomes your knight in shining armour and swoops you away as he glares daggers at dally!!!!<3

Two-bit Mathews

he becomes the funniest man on the planet i’m not joking

he says jokes that anybody and everybody will laugh at. just because he wants to see you laugh at what he says for his delusions

two-bit thinks like ‘she laugh=she likes me’

he’s not the brightest but it’s okay

HE MAKES IT SOOO KNOWN THAT HE LIKES YOU LFMAOOOOOO

“you’re lookin’ pretty? who’s the fella?” / “gee, i didn’t believe when they said they seen an angel walkin’ around until now.” / “well, now you owe me dinner.”

shit like that

two thinks he’s soooo smooth…smh.

DALLAS AND PONYBOY SO BADLY WANTS HIM SHUT THE HELL UP ALREADY ABOUT YOU LMFAOOO

they keep on telling him just to confess already but then two gets all giggly and shy and goes “omg guys noooo🤭🤭🤭🫣🫣”

just coincidentally runs into you everywhere you go!!! (literally has eyes everywhere. he’s weird. he’s odd.)

follows you around like a lost puppy and lowkey kinda gossips. idk.

#2knightt #the outsiders #the outsiders x reader #dallas winston x reader #johnny cade x reader #ponyboy x reader #ponyboy curtis x reader #sodapop x reader #sodapop curtis x reader #steve randle x reader #darry curtis x reader #two bit x reader #two bit mathews x reader

[lilac-5ky]

The one where he carries you home after a fight (Toji xFem!Reader)

A/N: My 7AM sleepless demons wrote this, not me.

warning: mentions of alcohol

Series Masterlist

“Thanks for coming, Toji. She wanted us to hit Roppongi next.”

“No problem.” Toji mutters as he lifts your limp body over his shoulders—arms thrown over his neck and knees buckled around his torso.

He nearly winces at the overwhelming stench of tequila emanating from your breath, praying that the wetness seeping through his shirt is drool and not vomit, though that’s more like wishful thinking. You are wasted. Completely and utterly drunk out of your mind to the point where you can’t differentiate the setting or those around him.

“Mistah, drop me off at the next station,” you slur with your eyes closed, pointing somewhere on the horizon before nodding off again. This was the third time you repeated that motion.

“How much did ya make her drink?” Toji doesn’t ask so much as accuse the two women, who are quick to shut him down with the dirtiest of looks. Nothing new. Your friends never liked him, and the feeling’s mutual.

“Make her?” Utahime huffs, rolling her sleeves over her elbows. “She’s the one who dragged us out on a Tuesday night. If anything, you’re the one to blame—you pushed her to it!”

“Senpai, calm down already.” Shoko lowers her friend’s fists. Out of the two, she’s the better one at acting like she tolerates him. “What did you fight over, anyway?”

“She didn’t tell you?”

With the way you stormed out the door in your finest high-heel shoe, black party dress, and red lipstick combo, he’d expect your lovers quarrel to make headlines by midnight.

However, they both shake their heads negatively.

“Who knows?” Toji flashes an oblivious smile before he gets you going. You were so angry at him earlier, and in all honesty, he did cross a line or two, but it doesn’t feel all that important now. Come tomorrow, this will become just another entry in your record of petty arguments to look back on and laugh at.

You’ve made it halfway up the slope that leads to your crappy apartment building when he catches you flailing around on his back like a fish fresh out of water. He slots his hands into the crevices beneath your thighs, applying enough pressure so that you won’t fall.

“Rise and shine, sleepy-head.”

Your slow blinks turn rapid the second you realize your feet aren’t touching the ground and you’re piggybacking on a stranger. “W-Who are you?”

“Ya don’t remember?” Toji rolls his eyes with a loud tsk. “What was it again? Mister Taxi? Mister Killjoy? Or Mister Buzzkill?” He goes through the different names you bestowed on him in your sleep.

“Mister… Buzzkill?” Your jaw drops slack on his shoulder, only for your palms to clap at his chest in excitement a minute later. “Mister Buzzkill, I remember! You kidapped me from my friends and spoiled our fun!”

“More like your friends got sick of your ass and called me to pick up the pieces.” He argues. “Hold on tight if ya don’t wanna fall. Climb’s steep from now on.”

Strength returns to your arms as they cage his neck. “Where are you taking me, Mister Buzzkill? Are we going to party?”

“Don’tcha think you’ve had enough partying for one night, princess?” He grunts. “We’re goin’ home.”

“Home? Whose home?”

Toji’s starting to miss the you that nags him about not soaking his dirty dishes. Alcohol always chips away at your mental capacity, and while he wants to be understanding, he can’t understand that which he’s never experienced for himself. “Our home, dummy.”

The epithet doesn’t faze you in the slightest. “Are you going to exploit me?”

“Prospect makes you happy?” You hum in return. “Fine. You can pay for the ride once we make it home.”

“But…” And you sound so sad that he cocks his head to peer at your face, glassy, puppy eyes welling up with fat tears that make him wonder whether he said something hurtful again. “I don’t have any money. My husband said we’re out of money ‘cause he—he gambled it away.”

The cogs in his brain are put in reverse, reminding him of the cash he snatched from your open wallet with the intention of waging it on a guaranteed victory and the little white lie you took at face value. You didn’t even give him the chance to explain that the bills were still in his pocket because the race was called off, and he let you run off to your friends without offering a single apology.

“I’m sure we’ll work something out.” Toji squeezes your thighs reassuringly. “Ya can pay me back in kind, too.”

“But my husband—”

“Your husband is a shithead.” He spits out, hoping that his remorse registers without leaving behind any actual trace of his words.

“You are so kind, Mister Buzzkill. Unlike him—my Toji.” The fingers of your one hand pull on your wedding band until it comes off. “Wanna marry me again, Mister…Toji?”

Shaking his head in disbelief, Toji catches the wedding band right before it slips from your fingers to the street. Part of him wants to scold you for being a scatterbrained nuisance, but the part of him that finds even your plastered form endearing comes out on top.

He slides the ring around the ring finger of his ring-less hand and pieces your hands together, holding onto them until you finally reach the front door and you’re sober enough to call him by his name.

“A’right, we’re here.” Toji declares once the key’s inside the hole.

He calls out your name and shakes you softly, but there’s no answer coming from you other than a single embarrassingly loud snore. He lets go of your legs and slowly puts your feet on the floor before hoisting them up in the air again, shifting to carrying you into bridal position. Your hands reach around his neck on their own volition, and he swears your lips curl into the softest smile when your nose pressed against his shirt.

He sighs, parting the hair that’s fallen inside your agape mouth.

“What am I gonna do with you?”

#toji x reader #jjk x reader #toji headcanons #toji drabbles #toji fluff #toji x yn #fushiguro toji #toji fushiguro

[colonelarr0w]

HII!! I saw you had your requests open for jjk, so can i request a megumi fic with a reader who went to the same middle school as him but was being bullied? And thats why megumi would always get in fights? Thank you!! ❤️

Sypnosis - Contrary to popular belief, there were very few things in the world that Megumi liked. One of those things happened to be you.

Warning(s) - canon JJK violence, mature themes, foul language, Megumi is a little shit, insecurities

A/N - Casually making this fic follow the "I hate everyone but you" trope, don't mind me.

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

Groaning lightly, you continue to hold the ice pack over your blackened eye per the nurse's request. The cold does little to help with the dull pain, but considering that it was your fifth black eye that month, there was really nothing else that the nurse could do. She was sick of seeing you so often anyway. 

You shift uncomfortably in the too-small seat of the nurse's office, looking around at the two other students that sit in the office with you. Neither of them make eye contact with you – not that it bothers you in the slightest.  

Still lost in thought, you adjust the ice pack against your eye, feeling the skin beneath it slowly going numb at the cold sensation. It feels soothing enough, and it helps in distracting you from the dull ache that your black eye gives off.  

Your ears perk at the sound of the door to the office opening, expecting it to be another student looking for a remedy for some injury or a pass to skip their next class. But it’s neither of the two; it’s Megumi. 

“Fushiguro?” you ask with a perk of your eyebrow, eyeing him curiously as he crosses the room to you. His hands reach out, ripping the ice pack away from your eye. “Hey-!” 

“Stupid ass,” he mutters, inspecting your injury with his lip curled upward. His other hand holds your cheek, tilting your head left and right — likely inspecting to see if you had sustained any other injuries.  

“Nice to see you too,” you mutter sarcastically, rolling your eyes as Megumi places the ice pack against your eye again. You hiss at the sudden cold, and for a moment you can see a flicker of regret over Megumi’s expression.  

He ignores your sarcastic quip, turning his body halfway and dragging an empty seat behind him, lowering himself into it.  

“What happened this time?” he asks you, his voice low so that none of the other students in the office can overhear.  

“Nothin’, just some guys — you know how it is,” you answer truthfully, adjusting the ice pack. You can feel it already melting against your face — you’d have to change it in a little bit. 

Megumi lets out a small “tch”, his eyes glazing over with an anger that you were all too familiar with. You already knew what he was planning — or rather, who he was planning to beat within an inch of their life.  

“I’m gonna-“ 

“Can you not this time?” you cut him off. His gaze flickers to yours, stunned at your sudden boldness.  

“What?” You almost laugh at how genuinely confused he sounds, but you keep that same stern look on your face. You didn’t want to be the reason why someone went home with a broken nose — or worse.  

“I said, can you not this time? I don’t wanna be targeted again because you decided to thrash someone’s face in,” you explain, trying to keep your tone as level as possible. Megumi only stares back at you, looking at you as if you had suddenly sprouted another head.  

“I — was just trying to protect you,” he murmurs, already feeling an unfamiliar heat rise to his cheeks.  

With another roll of your eyes, you reach a hand out, placing it on top of his head and smiling at him. His eyebrows pinch together in confusion. 

“And I appreciate it. But it gets you in trouble,” you remind him. Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes, but oddly enough, he also smiles. 

“Yeah, yeah. But are you okay?” 

You nod, smiling and removing the ice pack from your eye. He winces at the sight of it, but he doesn’t comment. 

“I’m fine. You’re here now, aren’t you?” 

The tips of his ears burn pink — but you would never say anything about it. Your odd little protector. 

#colonelarr0w #jjk x reader #jjk fanfiction #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen fanfiction #megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro fanfiction #fushiguro megumi fanfiction #megumi fushiguro #fushiguro megumi #megumi x reader #megumi fanfiction

[pix3lplays]

having a few thoughts about a yan!aventurine with an indifferent reader (he’s on the mind he’s distracting me from some essays i need to do…)

in other news: may i be 🦜 anon? been lurking for a little while and i have also been bursting with ideas fhisuowhxljk

anyway!!

aventurine is all about charms, big gambles and flashiness — all apart of his persona, of course. so maybe it’s a little surprising (but he supposes, not unfound) when you shoot his proposals down with a monotone response, or your casual ignorance when he tries to charm you with his words, coerce you into a fun little gamble…

maybe that’s what attracts him to you, anyway. he just finds you so… genuine! with the way you refuse to use him as you wish, declining any offers of help or favours or… anything really! he’s not used to this — being treated almost human (just because you don’t really want to use him, that in itself feels inhumane, but also the fact that you don’t really want to associate with him at all lol)

and when he realises he’s in love, he’s really not sure what to do. how will he win your affection?

welp. he genuinely flirts with you. and, because of rumours, because of basically all that you’ve heard about aventurine, you’re wary, you keep your distance, you respond with indifference — so as to not spark any conflict between your factions — he is an important figure in the IPC, and maybe your faction really doesn’t wanna. deal with the IPC… so you be as neutral as possible

aventurine is aware that he’s not really winning your affection, but he probably pins it on exactly that: you’re simply afraid of conflict! afraid of what might happen if you form a connection with him, wary of what might happen if you accept his invitation to dinner, invitation to watch him gamble, aware that you probably really don’t like him at all as a person— but no matter! he’ll convince you eventually. he just has to wait, even though his inner urges wants you to accept him, wants to use his assets in all ways possible, just to make you his…

but his flirting goes on for ages (it hasn’t really, he’s just impatient), and he cannot take waiting any longer. he lacks the patience, he’s getting needy.

why won’t you at least provide him with a reaction? any reaction at all would satisfy him— an irritated remark, an angry glare, a simple thank you for the compliments he gives would even do, but you don’t even bat an eye at him. not even the slightest flush on your face. just unbothered indifference.

maybe it’s time for him to act upon those urges and put his strategising skills into action.

Welcome, 🦜 anon~

Ohoho, yandere Aventurine content, you shouldn’t have~

Cw! Yandere Aventurine, kidnapping, violence

But yes I love that, an indifferent reader dealing with this man? Very entertaining.

You reject all his advances, you’re not even mean about it, it’s just…cold indifference…

But EXACTY he wants a REACTION. Give him SOMETHING. Get angry, glare at him, tell him to leave you alone…do SOMETHING, ANYTHING, just PLEASE acknowledge him!!

He just wants attention from you…but if you give him anything, he’ll just want more and more and more from you.

He’s unhealthily obsessed…

Hopefully you can catch it early and escape but…let’s be honest…if he really wants you, he’ll pursue.

Kinda entertaining to imagine that even after being kidnapped by Aventurine, reader still isn’t giving him ANYTHING.

You’re tied to a chair and still not interested in him at all. You just want to go home, but apparently Aventurine’s apartment is your new place.

You tell him you’re not interested in him, you don’t give him anything, and you’re just acting so…boring to him. He thought kidnapping you would spice things up A LITTLE, get SOME sort of reaction out of you but…you’re not going to indulge him.

Maybe you’ve got him all figured out? Maybe being completely indifferent to him will make him eventually realize that you’re not worth the trouble, that he should just let you go.

Or it will horribly backfire on you and you’ll be stuck dealing with him trying to get a reaction out of you in increasingly evil ways. Fine. You don’t wanna behave yourself and give him a little kiss on the cheek, or act well-behaved when he takes you out in public? Maybe your tune will change when he’s threatening to ruin the lives of your loved ones. His job in the IPC would make that SO easy…

Maybe it’s smarter to just…go along with what he wants. Give in to his demands. To protect the ones you love…

#yandere #tw yandere #cw yandere #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #Aventurine #Aventurine x reader #Hsr Aventurine x reader #honkai star rail Aventurine x reader

[cerise-on-top]

hellooooo! can you write on how you think Laswell and Valeria would react to their wife’s randomly bringing home a small kitten she found on the side of the road/in a ally? Also I hope you are feeling better lovely!

Hello! In all honesty, I'm not doing too great right now, I should really be resting up, but I can't because of work! Oh well, it happens!

Valeria and Laswell’s S/O Bringing Home a Kitten

Valeria: She would not care for the little thing in the slightest, in all honesty. Valeria knows that she’s absent very often, so she can’t exactly blame you for wanting a small animal companion to keep you company. Besides, she’d rather have it be a small animal than some other person. Still, she’s not the biggest fan of animals. While she may not hate them, she simply doesn’t care about them, regardless of what they are or how cute they may be to anyone else. You can keep your little kitten, she doesn’t care too much about it as long as she gets you to herself when she is at home. However, if the cat gets more of your attention than she does, that’s when she’s starting to get a little bit jealous. If you’re not looking, she’ll shoo the little critter away, hoping it’ll get the message and leave you and her alone. That’s when she’ll come to dislike your kitten a little bit. However, if you bug her enough about it, she might begrudgingly apologize to it, but only when you’re around. She won’t be outright mean to it, but she will put it away from your lap and place it somewhere else if she thinks you’re paying too much attention to it. The little critter can meow all it wants, it’s not getting any extra treats from her. Valeria will only feed it when you don’t have the time to do so, and even then it’s on thin ice. Although she usually prides herself on being a competent and confident woman, it’s so evident that Valeria’s as jealous as it gets, and of a cat as well. You can tease her about it too, she won’t really do anything about it because she can’t. She loves you and doesn’t wanna hurt you, which includes not hurting your stinky furball. It’s obvious it makes you happy, and that’s what she wants to see in this otherwise rotten world.

Laswell: Although she isn’t the biggest animal lover, she can appreciate a cute animal when she sees one, but wasn’t sure she heard you correctly when you claimed to have rescued that kitten from an alley. Laswell knows that cats are independent enough when they’re older, at the very least, but you can’t really leave a kitten all alone for now. Besides, what if it’s got some sort of disease? As long as you take good care of it, Laswell won’t mind having a kitten be brought home, but she won’t have too much time to take care of it either, so you’re gonna have to be committed to taking care of it. She may not be a fan of having a cat around at home at first, but she grows fond of it anyway. Think of all the “My dad and the cat he didn’t want at first” memes, that’s literally her. Either way, she does think you have a heart of gold for wanting to rescue a small and defenseless animal that had nowhere to go. However, don’t make it a habit to continuously rescue animals, she doesn’t have the time or space for all of them, so please just keep it to one, maybe two, at most. Laswell, when she can, will feed the kitten and play with it. Sometimes you might even catch her sleeping with it. Especially when the kitten is more mature and has calmed down from all the playing frenzy, that’s when Laswell might hug it more often and sometimes even take naps with it. Will help you out whenever you need anything from her. Your cat needs to go to the vet? It needs some more food? The last few toys you got for it are broken and or torn? Don’t worry, Laswell’s got you covered. She’s got enough money to make your cat’s life very luxurious, as luxurious as it gets, even. The food will be of the highest quality, it will get all the meds it could possibly need, if it needs them, and the toys will always be provided for. The little kitten probably couldn’t have asked for better owners, in all honesty.

#cod #cod x reader #valeria garza #valeria garza x reader #kate laswell #kate laswell x reader #the girls are so incredibly popular on this blog it makes me very happy #oh before I forget #fem!reader #although there's no mention of reader's gender #I don't really have much to say as of right now #it's insane to me how it's the end of february soon enough already #the years just seem to get shorter and shorter the more time pases it seems #interesting. I once talked to my co worker about this and he said I can't even imagine how he feels with how quick they go by #I took him by his word. the passage of time is so odd. some days won't pass and others seem to last an hour at most #but that's not what anyone is here for #please enjoy!

[yukisgf555]

Best Friend Ran

warnings: NSFW!! jealousy, fingering, degrading, creampie, masturbation, vouyerism

side note: Rindou’s also in this lol sorry can’t help but include my bby😮‍💨

Ran knows he likes you. He notices how your eyes light up when you smile, how you do that stupid pout thing whenever you want him to buy you coffee, and even the way you rub your legs together whenever he touches you in the slightest.

He loves you so much he’s sooo happy to see you always !!

Until the day he sees you lock arms with Rindou, talking his ear off and leaning so close to him. Since when the hell does Rindou get so many bitches?!?!? Nevermind that, why the hell are you even all over Rin?

“Hi Ran!!” You were so happy to see him always

“Hi princess! Hey Rindou.” Ran narrows his eyes at Rindou but you don’t notice.

Rindou shoots Ran a look of question as to why Ran is doing that to him.

“Say y/n, wanna stay over at mine and rin’s tonight?”

“OMGG YES! We can get food or watch a movie, something like that.”

“okay, swing by at 7”

You leave to go grab your stuff for the movie.

“ What the fuck is your problem Ran you look like I just fucked your wife” Rindou said

“Did you?” Ran asked

“What? The hell? No?! What’s it to you anyways isn’t she just your friend?” Rindou is so confused on so many levels

“ yeah but keep your fuckin hands off her you little shit “ ran said

“Oh my god, is THE Ran Haitani pissed because your girl likes me more?? Maybe I should fuck her, she likes me better anyways you know” Rindou was trying to get under Ran’s skin. He didn’t really mean it but it was one of the few times he had an advantage over Ran.

“ I swear to god I’ll kill you. I could fuck her way better than you ever could. And you better not fucking touch her ever.” Ran gets in Rindou’s face.

“Jesus Christ let’s just go home”

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The doorbell rings.

“I’m coming!” Rindou gets the door

“Oh hi y/n”

“hi rin, thanks for having me over! Where’s ran?” You asked.

“Right here pretty” he creeped up behind Rindou.

You walk in and set down your bag along with some snacks you brought.

“I actually have a bunch of homework to do so I can’t watch the movie tonight, you guys have fun though I’ll be in my room” Rindou walks off with his arms full of snacks.

“Y/n what do you say we watch in my room” Ran proposes

“Yeah sure lets go” you say.

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Ran puts a random movie on and you snuggle into him. In the middle of watching though, a scene comes on where the guy and girl make out and it has you rubbing your legs together. Ran takes notice and leans into you.

“ Did you like that?” Ran asks and it sends shivers down your spine.

“w-what??” Your throat runs dry and you’re suddenly aware of how close you are to ran, his hot breath fanning your ear, and his bulge.

Oh.

He’s hard.

“I said, did you like that?”

“y-yes.” You turned to him.

Ran reached into your pants and starts rubbing your clit through your panties. You whimper and sigh grabbing onto ran’s wrist.

“ tell me if you want me to stop”

“n-no keep going.”

Ran takes your pants and panties off and plants himself between your legs. He runs his fingers through your lips spreading your wetness all over your pussy and begins sucking your clit.

“ah- oh fuck ran.” you moan.

He slides a finger in and starts pumping into your gummy walls.

“Shit Princess this pussy tastes so good”

He adds another finger making you mewl. You cover your mouth remembering Rindou is in the room next to you, trying to keep it down so he doesn’t know. This makes ran mad and he starts scissoring his fingers at a fast pace, using his other hand to remove your hand from your mouth.

“Don’t fucking hide that shit from me, moan for me. Tell me who’s making you feel good. Cum for me.” Ran demands as he starts sucking your clit.

“ fuck! You Ran! You make me feel s’good!” You moan.

You spasm around him and your body jolts, seeing white as you choke on your moans. You cream all over ran’s fingers. He pulls his fingers out and pops his fingers in his mouth, savoring every last bit of your taste.

Ran pulls his dick out and starts sliding it in between your folds. He pushes his length in little by little until he’s buried into your pussy.

“Ran it’s too big” you whine

“ you can take it baby, s’made for you” he starts thrusting in you slowly.

“Ran, f-faster” you moan

Ran grips his hand around your throat and starts pumping into you at an insane pace. All you can hear is squelching and obscene moans.

“You fucking whore, taking my dick as if you weren’t all over my brother earlier. You like getting fucked like a slut?” Your pussy sucks him in even more, the words making you more wet in shame. You gargle out your moans while struggling to get air.

“ Yes! Fuck! Only by you ran, my pussy s’yours only” you scream out in harsh whines.

“ this pussy is mine only. Now cum all over my dick to prove it.” You dig your nails into ran’s back, and cum all over his dick moaning his name out over and over. Ran thrusts in you one more time, filling you up with all his cum as he moans your name loudly.

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How could Rindou not hear that?

He couldn’t focus hearing your beautiful moans. It was like a symphony, and every single single noise that escaped through the thin walls went straight to his cock.

Oh how he wished it was him having his fingers shoved deep into your pussy. It should have been him, slamming deep into your pussy It should have been his name that you were moaning. It was supposed to be his dick you were creaming all over.

But all he could do is fist his cock wishing it was you. How wrong it was to be stroking his dick to his brother fucking a girl he likes. He didn’t care how filthy it was, he was in fucking heaven hearing you moan. A couple strokes and he tightened his grip imagining it was your pussy. He shut his eyes, throwing his head back as he spurt out globs of his cum. He’ll make sure the next time it’s you who’s stroking his dick and swallowing his cum.

for my babe @rannovia !!!!!!!!!

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Octavinelle: When You're Sick

Favorite dorm here we go! This was fun to write and hmmmm I really wanna be taken care of by the Octrio. They can be good at it, I swear! As always, the intro is the same as Heartlabyul and Savanaclaw, so feel free to skip it if you’ve already read those parts.

Disclaimer: All characters in this series are aged up. For more information about my version of this world and the type of reader you can expect, please click the “Au Information” below!

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Octavinelle: When You’re Sick

The worst thing to ever happen to you while attending Night Raven College had to be, hands down, getting sick. You were alone in the dorm with only ghosts and Grim to keep you company, and as much as you loved them, they couldn’t take care of you when you became sick. This meant you had to make do and hope that everything was alright. Normally if you were under the weather, you’d just suck it up and go to class so as to not worry anyone. This time however, that wasn’t an option.

You woke up with every muscle in your body feeling sore and aching with even the slightest movement. Your stomach churned something fearsome and you had a runny nose and cough to boot. You had no idea what illness you had fallen to. Having so many symptoms…you could only assume it was the flu or something akin to that.

Still, there was no way you were making it to class like this. So begrudgingly you told Grim you weren’t feeling good and needed to rest, and to go to class and get your homework so you could do it later. The demon cat was grumpy about not having his henchman, but eventually gave in, leaving you alone to rest in your room and hope that whatever you had would go away.

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul is going to be concerned the moment he hears from Floyd and Jade that you’re home sick. He knows you tend to take care of others and neglect your own health, at least in the time he’s known you at the college, so he’s automatically assuming the worst. So he’s going to excuse himself from his own work at the lounge, pack up all his paperwork, and head over to your dorm. He needs to make sure his best customer, and sometimes best worker when you were strapped for cash, was okay and not actually dying, as Floyd so eloquently put it.

He’s not half bad at taking care of others oddly enough, though he is lacking in experience. It’s one of the many things he studied in his free time, so he at least knows what he’s doing. He’ll be calling the nurse anyway just to check in on you and make sure it’s nothing too serious. Once he gets that out of the way, he’s going to do his best in following directions and making sure you recover in the most timely manner possible.

Thankfully he does care for you, so he won’t be making any comments about how helping you out will come with a price later, like picking up shifts at the lounge. In fact, he’s very gentle with you and asks questions in a softer voice than normal. He even orders food from the lounge to be delivered so you can have something warm to eat that’s also delicious. He will be doing work on the side, especially the moment you fall asleep, so don’t be surprised if you wake up to pages turning.

Once you’re better it’s like a weight is lifted off his shoulders. He’ll be in a chipper mood as well, something the twins will notice right away. If you bring up wanting to repay him, he’ll just inform you that if he ever falls sick, you’ll be the one nursing him back to health. A good compromise in the end, and something you were already planning on doing for him.

Jade Leech

Jade won’t have too much of a reaction to finding out that you’re sick, other than a frown being placed on his lips. He finds out through Floyd when he’s complaining that his Shrimpy couldn’t come out and have fun since they were dying at home from some horrible, debilitating disease. Jade knows his brother is playing things up, but this does give Jade the little push he needs to go in and visit you to make sure you’re okay.

Thankfully Jade is one of the more competent boys when it comes to taking care of others. He’s already figured out exactly what was wrong with you and is grabbing some of the best medication from Sam’s, since the stuff the nurse has is “mediocre at best”. Since Jade is normally the one having to take care of Floyd when he’s sick, he knows all the things to do if you happen to be stubborn, especially with taking medication. 

He’s just very soft with you, showing you a genuine smile as you eat the soup he brings you, and playing with your hair. He doesn’t need to do much when taking care of you, trusting the medication to do all the work, but that doesn’t mean he’s going to want to leave your side. Just expect Floyd to be paying you a visit as well, even if you’re asleep, and waking you up. Where you have one twin, chances are you have both of them, but it’s all good since they’re both amazing at making you smile. Jade stays even after Floyd gets bored and heads back though, and he’s without a doubt skipping his shift at the lounge that night.

Jade is in a noticeably better mood once you’re better, but don’t be fooled. He’s going to be using this against you in an attempt to have you join him on one of his hikes. Saying something about the fresh air and moving your body will be good for you. He won’t force you, but he’s definitely going to be playing up that he’s so hurt if you decline. Just go with him, if you get tired the string bean of a man can and will carry you up a mountain.

Floyd Leech

Floyd doesn't even know how to react when he discovers you’re sick. He’s both mad and sad, all at the same time. People are going to be parting like the red sea the moment they see him walking down the hall with a scowl on his face. His shrimpy couldn’t possibly be sick, it wasn’t fair. He had so much planned to do with you today and now you couldn’t even leave your bed? He won’t stand for this and after pouting for half the day, Jade comments that he can simply visit you and maybe help you feel better. There goes the switch and suddenly Floyd is in an amazing mood as he ditches the rest of his classes and work just to go and visit you. 

Floyd isn’t half bad with taking care of others if he’s in the mood to do it. He is the one who takes care of Jade when he’s sick (which normally Jade gets sick right after Floyd). He’s not going to be talking to you in a super gentle voice, or babying you unless he finds it fun to do so. If you happen to get flustered by him doing so, then he’ll be more inclined to literally spoon feed you.

Floyd is just going to raid your medicine cabinets rather than going out anywhere, since it’s just the flu he assumes it’s not too bad. He’s also using your kitchen to cook you some meals and bringing them to you. He’ll be smiling brightly when you’re eating the food he made, and whenever you take the medicine. He feels so accomplished knowing that you’re getting better due to his efforts. There is a good chance he won’t be spending the entire day by your bed, since he’ll get bored, but he will be there on and off the entire time you’re sick.

You’re getting a good, healthy squeeze the moment you’re all better. Floyd is just over the moon and already telling you about all the things he has planned now that you’re no longer dying. Be nice and humor him, he has been going through a lot of emotions the entire time you’ve been sick. He just managed not to show you, but anytime he left the dorm, he was back to being grumpy and irritable, to suddenly depressed and closed off. He was really only smiling when taking care of you, so he deserves to squeeze you for a good while now that you’re no longer sick.

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST #TWST x Reader #TWST Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Disney #TWST Disney #Azul Ashengrotto #Azul Ashengrotto x Reader #Azul x Reader #Jade Leech #Jade Leech x Reader #Jade x Reader #Floyd Leech #Floyd Leech x Reader #Floyd x Reader

[soulprompts]

THE ART OF TIME SLIPPING. ( A PROMPT LIST! )

an absolute genius of a nonnie requested these, and i had a weekend off, and i wanted to write these because, i mean. time travel is a tasty concept on its own, but ACCIDENTAL time travel???? exceptional! anyway, my beloved nonnie, i truly hope that these are what you were looking for! and i hope everyone else enjoys them too! as always: DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST OF PROMPTS! and do not claim them as your own!

FROM THE ACCIDENTAL TIME TRAVELLER:

“ look, i get it. I do. you have no reason to believe what i’m saying. but i promise you: i’m from the future. “

“ how many times do i need to tell you?! i’m not even born yet! you won’t see my birth records for months/years/centuries yet! “

“ wait… hold on a second, what year is it? “

“ you don’t even have the first idea what this feels like. i just found out that i somehow missed the last [INSERT TIME SPAN HERE] of my life, and in the blink of an eye. “

“ listen, this is going to sound mad, but… you’re my mother/father/parent [OR OTHER RELATIVE]. i can’t prove it, but you are. It’s the truth. i swear. “

“ i don’t understand how i came to your time. but i do know i need to get back to my one. “

“ i seriously wish you’d all stop asking me these questions! i don’t know how i got here! i just… slipped! it just happened! “

“ it’s so weird. all this stuff that’s going to happen between now and my time… i don’t even know if i should tell you about it. “

“ all the times i wanted to be alone, or i wanted to just be somewhere that nobody knew me… this isn’t what i wanted. “

“ i just want to go back to my own timeline. okay? I didn’t want any of this to happen. i never meant… this is so messed up. “

“ wait, you believe me?! i just told you a completely wild story about being from another time, and you just… trust that i’m being honest?! “

“ the wildest thing is, i didn’t do anything to get here. you know? i didn’t drive super fast, i didn’t turn a hot tub into a time machine. i just… i was home, then i was here. “

“ i guess there’s a risk it could happen to other people in my timeline, but i’m more concerned about me right now. “

" if i don't go back... there's no knowing what could happen. and if there's the slightest risk that you might stop existing if i choose to stay, then i don't wanna stay. your world needs you. okay? "

" hey. no matter what happens now, i want you to know that i'll never forget you. you believed me and my unbelievable story about time travel. that's not something that gets forgotten easily. "

TO THE ACCIDENTAL TIME TRAVELLER:

“ prove it. prove that you’re from a different time. then i might think about believing you. “

“ …sure… you’re from the future, yeah? okay pal, i believe you. so tell me, when was the last time you slept? “

“ this is some kind of dumb prank, isn’t it? wow. well done, well played, you nearly had me. jeez, time travel… that’s just next level insanity right there… “

“ i don’t know why, but… i think i’m going to believe you. it doesn’t make a single bit of sense, but fine. you’re from the future/past. “

“ how did you end up here? or should i say… now? “

“ haven’t you seen a single time travel movie? if you stay in this time, that could mess up the entire world! “

“ i… imagine this must be very weird for you. right? or is that the dumbest understatement of the millennium? “

“ if you’re from the past, then that means we should probably keep you away from the history books. it feels like a solid rule not to spoil your future for you. “

“ look, i can’t watch all those cheesy sci-fi flicks and then ignore the possibility that people can travel through time. “

“ no. no, i don’t believe you. i don’t believe a word of what you just said. but i figure i have nothing better to do, and i kinda wanna see where you’re going with this crazy story, so… let’s go out on a limb and say you’re telling me the truth. “

“ hey, i’m asking the questions here! you don’t get to just zap into my back yard and then assume you get to ask all these questions! who are you, and how did you get here?! “

“ did you live here before? or… like, in the future, i mean? “

“ the way i see it, there’s a lot of far easier lies to believe before you could ever expect anyone to swallow the whole time travel schtick. which probably means you’re telling the truth. “

" look. you wanna get back to your own timeline, right? that means we need to replicate everything that happened the exact second you showed up here. so let's go. "

" this is completely absurd! how did you end up here?! science? magic? how! this completely destroys any and all theories of quantum physics! you just... blinked into the past/future! it's just not possible! "

" from what you're telling me, it sounds like you could end up destroying the universe just by staying here too long. so let's find a way to get you back home. "

" you don't get it! if you're from the past, that means you need to stay there in order to keep this timeline safe. right? like the butterfly theory. if you're not there in the past, then you can't do your part to secure this timeline. we could stop existing if you don't go back! "

" i mean... would it really be so bad it you stayed? sure, a new timeline would exist, but... it'd be our timeline. where you and i get to stay together. that's not so bad, is it? "

#roleplay meme #rp meme #sentence starters #ask meme #writing prompts #roleplay prompts #rp prompt #rp memes #writing prompt #roleplay starters

[youaintnothinbuta]

“Hey now, don’t you start questioning me too.” — Elvis Presley x reader

Summary: your mama is pretty insistent (in a loving, supportive way) on you and Elvis making it serious and going steady with him, but you’re not at that point yet. His is too, and you talk about it on the phone after you hang out.

Pairing: Elvis or Austin!elvis x reader

Word count: 600

Warnings: fluff!! Probably typos though SORRY

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You had just gotten home from your evening with Elvis, the warmth of your home chasing away the chill of the cold evening. With a contented sigh, you shrug off your coat and hang it neatly on the rack.

“Hi, sweetheart.” Your dad called to you from the living room, hearing you come in. Both of your parents were sitting on the couch watching tv.

“Hi mama, hi daddy.” You replied cheerfully, kicking your shoes off by the door before going to the living room to join them.

“I put your clean washing on your bed, darling, it just needs to be put away.” Your mom informed you with a warm smile.

“Oh, thank you,” you replied gratefully.

“Not a problem. Are those flowers by your bed from Elvis?” she inquired with a knowing smile.

“Yeah, they are,” you smiled, feeling a blush creep up on your cheeks.

“What’s the occasion? Did we forget your birthday?” Your dad teased, playfully.

You laughed, “no occasion. Just because, I guess.”

“Mmm,” your mother hummed, “are you two going steady then?” She prodded further.

“Mom! No.” You rolled your eyes blithely.

“Oh, well, I’m sure he’ll ask you soon. How was your date, anyway?” Your mom teased you some more, as you sunk down on the couch beside her.

“It wasn’t really a date, we were just hanging out.”

“Did he kiss ya? That’s a date if he did.”

“Mama stop!” Your cheeks burnt bright red, “enough with the questions,” you say, trying to deflect her curiosity. “I promise, if anything changes between me and Elvis, you’ll be the first to know.”

Your mom laughs, a knowing glint in her eye. “Oh, I’m sure I’d find out sooner or later,” she says with a nudge. “His mama and I have a way of keeping each other informed.”

You shake your head, unable to suppress a smile at the thought of the close bond between your two families. Despite the teasing and the questions, you know that your parents only want the best for you, and their support means the world to you.

Later that night you sat in bed, on the phone to Elvis.

You leaned back against your pillow, “Oh, she’s relentless! Next she’ll wanna know what color panties I wear, and how many minutes we spend making eye contact,” you joked, recounting the evening’s playful interrogation to Elvis.

He chuckled softly on the other end of the line, “mine wan’t much better. Mama keeps hollering and nagging at me.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the image. “Well, what did you tell her?” you pressed, unable to resist the temptation to know.

“Hey now, don’t you start questioning me too,” Elvis teased, his voice filled with mock indignation, “I just told her ‘When the time’s right, whatever happens will happen.’”

Your heart twisted a little at his vague response, but you chose to ignore it. The two of you chatted for a while longer, exchanging stories and sharing laughter over inside jokes. Eventually, though, it was time to say your goodnights.

“I wish I could be there with you right now,” Elvis murmured softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

“I know, Elvis. I wish you were here too,” you replied, feeling a pang of sadness.

It was hard to get to sleep that night. You couldn’t stop thinking about that vague, non-answer he gave. You really were hoping he’d give you a hint that he did want something serious with you. Eventually though, you managed to drift off, your overthinking tiring you out.

Little did you know, he was very purposeful in leading you astray, not wanting you to have the slightest idea he was planning on making it official very soon.

Anyone up for a part 2 where he asks you to go steady finally??

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[charmercharm3r]

Hey😊 Could I please request smut with Hyunjin, in which he has a curvy/thick girlfriend and he really appreciates her curves ( and her bum LOL 🤭)

I love, love, love, LOVE the idea of hyune with a thick partner and I lovedddd writing this hehehe

R&R

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wc: 2.4k

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, curvy/thick fem!reader (not a warning at all but just a description that idk where else to put it), fingering, lots of kisses, premature coming, he's just incredibly in love

He’s obsessed. Utterly, irrevocably obsessed with your body. It’s not sexual in the slightest— until it is. When Hyunjin has a new interest, it becomes his entire world. You’re his entire world and an obsession he’s never gonna get over.

His favorite time of the day is after you’re done showering (that is, if he didn’t join you). Whenever he can, Hyunjin steals your towel so that you have to call him over and he has the opportunity to see the entirety of you all over again. It’s a habit that never ceases to amaze him when the outcome is you, skin glistening and wet and looking so beautiful. If you give him the option, he’ll always say yes if you ask him to help you apply lotion to your body. Other times, he takes the bottle from your hands and does it without saying anything.

It had been such a busy week for you and just needed a little R&R. You greeted Hyunjin as soon as you got home snuggling into his chest a little extra and he automatically held you tighter. When you finally let go and made your way towards the bathroom, he offered, “want me to join you?”

“I don’t wanna be in there forever. Wanna cuddle later, though.”

He understood and nodded as you already began to strip off your shirt before even getting into the privacy of the bathroom. Hyunjin whistled and eyed you up and down, rolling your eyes and closing the door. You left it just a crack open so that he could talk to you from outside, something the two of you unintentionally started doing early on in your relationship. He told you about his day, you ranted about your shitty week and Hyunjin promised to kiss it all better once you were done.

You don’t know when he did it, you thought through the frosted glass of the shower that you would’ve seen Hyunjin sneaking in to steal your towel once again, your hand waving around the towel rack just to hit the wall. Shivering, you called out, “you thief!”

Mischievous giggles filled the room as he peaked his head in the doorway, stepping fully into the bathroom as you cracked the shower door open to see his smug face. The towel was in his hand, looking dry and warm and ready for you to use, but dangling in his grasp just out of reach. You lunged for it as best as you could without coming out of the shower, but Hyunjin pulled it away.

“Baby c’mon, I’m so tired,” you pleaded, pouting a little.

He didn’t say anything, holding it out once more. And when you tried to take it, he pulled away again with a laugh. “Let me give you a massage and I’ll give it to you.”

“Most people usually want something that will benefit them if they’re trying to bargain.”

“Giving you a massage does benefit me. A lot, actually. I get to feel you up and see your orgasm face.”

“Do I really make the same face?” Hyunjin raised his eyebrows and smirked while nodding. “Fine. Gimme that.” A literal hooray left his mouth, skipping out of the bathroom after giving you the towel and mentioning something about finding the massage oil.

You had hardly stepped out of the shower and patted yourself dry before your boyfriend came back with two different bottles in hand, not caring that you had kicked the door closed, he entered anyway. “Lavender or eucalyptus?” He asked without looking up.

“Lavender,” you replied, which made his ears perk and gawk at your body covered by just the towel.

Truth be told, it was too small of a towel and you were always met with the same reaction every time he caught you in it. Big eyes, dark and blown wide, mouth catching flies and almost drooling because he was so fascinated. Quickly putting the bottle on the counter, Hyunjin took your waist in both hands and ran them up and down your torso. You were struggling a little to keep the towel above your chest seeing as he was getting too excited and tugging at it.

“You’re so damn cute,” he cooed and leaned in for a kiss.

“Can I get dressed?” You giggled against him, honestly loving the attention.

“Nooo,” Hyunjin whined, “you said I could give you a massage!”

“Don’t massages usually require you to wear clothes?”

“Not mine. Strictly nude only.”

He took the edge of the towel and helped you to pat dry the rest of the moisture away before leading you into the bedroom with more kisses and more less-than-appropriate groping. Stopping at the edge of the bed, Hyunjin grazed his fingers over the hem covering your chest, “can I take this off?” Only a brief nod and he was stripping it away, laying it lengthwise with the mattress and instructing you to lay down. Hair still dripping, you gathered it in one hand to keep from getting the sheets wet. Hyunjin noticed, running away for a second to grab another towel. When he returned, he placed it beneath your hair and instructed that you get comfortable.

You felt exposed, somewhat embarrassed even though he’d seen you naked millions of times. It was the position, laying on your back and vulnerable with your most private parts on display. Gravity made your thicker parts feel unflattering, and the discomfort was written all over your face.

“Beautiful,” Hyunjin murmured to no one but himself, but you heard it loud and clear and it made your cheeks burn.

At the foot of the bed, he kneeled while still towering over you, ogling you from top to bottom with the most intense gaze. You could see the stars in his eyes and his hands holding back from touching.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You wanted to bury yourself in the sheets to get away from the heat of his stare.

Your hands moved to cover your chest and stomach, but was immediately stopped by Hyunjin gripping your wrists tightly, nowhere to escape. “Don’t hide from me.” Chills covered your skin at how sultry he whispered.

You didn’t move but rather allowed him to maneuver you however he wanted. Hyunjin placed your arms at your side and gently moved to spread your legs so he could sit between them. Everything was out for him to see, for him to touch, to love and adore and he couldn’t have asked for anything better.

Starting at the bottom, Hyunjin took a good amount of body oil and rubbed it into his palms before beginning to massage your feet. He could feel your body tense and watched your eyes screw shut. “Relax, honey. ‘M gonna take care of you,” he said with a kiss to the inside of your calf. It took another minute but you melted into his touch eventually.

From your feet he made his way up, deeply massaging your calves and coming to your thighs. This was one of his favorite parts, getting to caress and play with your thighs however he wanted. His big hands pressed hard into your muscles, and it was actually relaxing. Your shoulders began to loosen and you were enjoying yourself. But then you felt him move a little more than necessary, peaking open one eye to see his head between your legs, doing nothing but gazing up at you through his lashes. As you made eye contact, Hyunjin pressed his lips to your thigh while not looking away. He placed tons of sweet, chaste smooches to the skin and did the same on the other side. Just the heat of his breath so close to your core made your stomach light on fire.

“Love your thighs,” Hyunjin spoke into your flesh, now mindlessly running his hands over your legs, reaching up your stomach, back around to your ass, just every inch of you. That is, except where there ached a dull thrumming that craved his attention. “Perfectly soft and squishy and kissable.”

A light moan left your lips and encouraged him to keep going. He trailed his kisses higher, over the expanse of your belly and taking it into both hands, roughly squeezing and resisting the urge to bite.

“Isn’t this supposed to be a massage?” You joked, laughing a little.

He snaked his hands towards your love handles, squeezing, then sneaking them beneath your torso to hold you closer. His chest was pressed against the front of your mound, taking a handful of your ass and holding tight. “Are my lips not good enough, baby?”

“They’re wonderful, but—“

“I know where you want me,” he cut you off, burying his nose into your belly and taking in a deep breath, letting it go with a chuckle. “But I wanna have a little more fun first. Is that okay, honey?”

You only let out a small whimper, failing to keep your hands to yourself and threading them through his hair. He let you do so as he teethed at the skin around your belly button, carrying on and kissing up the valley of your breast. Of course, he had to spread his love there too and attach his lips around your nipple, sucking hard and lightly dragging his teeth over the nub, repeating on the other side with his grasp around your torso tightening as he did so. You could feel his hips trying to keep still as your knees came up to wrap around him. Clearly, he was struggling as much as you were.

“Please,” you whined when the front of his house shorts dragged across your cunt.

At this point there was no more oil left on his hands, he was purely moving based on desire and the sheer need to be holding every bit of you.

Ignoring your pleas, “wish I could be holding all of you at once. Wrap around you like a blanket and never let go,” he said as he placed you gently back onto the bed and ran his hands up and down your sides. “All for me.”

His mindless babbling was arguably more arousing than when he was actually trying to seduce you, granted it never took much effort on his part.

You didn’t think he would give in so easily, sneaking one hand towards your aching core and spreading your folds with his fingers. He finally got up to your face, though not without spending a bit of time taking extra care to kiss and nibble at your neck and shoulders as well. You were drenched and growing even more wet as his lips met yours in a heated, unadulterated kiss all the while his fingers only barely grazed the outline of your clit, slick with arousal. He swallowed every one of your moans, not holding back his own when he let himself feel you completely soaked.

Circling your clit, Hyunjin pressed harder into your bundle of nerves and began to become ravenous with the kiss, fighting a one sided battle against your tongue because he knew you couldn’t say no and winning easily. Just as you allowed him to bite your lower lip and tug, his fingers slipped into your entrance with little to no resistance, pressure that had you whining being alleviated just a little. Your hips bucked into his hand and his palm pressed against your clit, incoherent whimpers filling the room from you both.

He knew you so well, knew your body like his own and you were just an extension of him. It didn’t take much time for you to get worked up and feel the heat rise in your gut. His long fingers hit the spot in you just right and he wasn’t letting up with the pace to give you everything you wanted. And when your eyes shut and head fell back into the pillows to arch your back as the orgasm hit, Hyunjin made it his mission to leave a mark into the junction of your neck, making you shiver until the light behind your eyes turned dark.

In the minute it took you to catch your breath, your boyfriend was resting his forehead against your chest and pulling his digits out of your core, he was somehow just as winded as you were. Looking up at you, his expression was less feral and more adoring, bringing his fingers up to your mouth and letting you taste yourself. His cheeks were blushing a deep red when you swirled your tongue around them, whining just a little as you tugged at his roots.

He sat up, only to crawl on top of you and hide his face in your neck before you could look at him properly. Your legs were already around his waist, but Hyunjin gripped the underside of your thighs to hug his torso tighter, slipping them down to comfortably keep handfuls of your ass.

Just trying to get comfortable, you shifted a little and your soiled crotch bumped against his front again. It was warm and damp, “baby?”

“Yeah?” He murmured, still kissing the side of your neck softly and digging his fingers into the flesh of your bottom.

“Did you–”

“Yeah,” Hyunjin chuckled lightly and held you somehow tighter. “And I’d do it again.”

“I didn’t even get to touch you.” The slight pout in your tone was amusing, apparently, he giggled.

“Do you have to? I mean,” Hyunjin sat back on his knees again, caged by your legs around his waist and pulling you higher up his lap, looking down at you like a full course meal. “Look at you, honey. How could I not? I have to restrain myself from wanting to eat you whole. You’re just so sexy.” Emphasizing his point, Hyunjin lightly slapped your ass and soothed over the skin with his palms. The way he bit his lip and hearts circling his head was confirmation enough, but it still made you shy.

“No fair,” you played with the band of his shorts. Hyunjin laughed a little more deviously, only letting go to strip away his shirt but not the shorts. “Babyyy,” snapping the elastic against his skin was your way of begging for him to get rid of them, too, but he’s stubborn.

“C’mon, honey. Can’t I just appreciate you without getting anything in return?”

“But I wanna,” you pulled his shorts harder.

Taking your hands away from his shorts, he guided them back up to his hair and leaned down for another parade of kisses, “maybe if you get rid of all your clothes for the rest of time.” You laughed against his lips.

“You’d never let me leave the house.” “Exactly. I get you all to myself forever and ever and ever. Every bit of you is mine. Now,” he grabbed the bottle of oil again, “let me finish that massage.”

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[emilekyren]

Negative Space

p.s.a: i haven't written in a while so pls forgive me if this isn't what you expected but enjoy anyways :)

wc: 1.4k

You looked at the time, it was already 5:30. Normally you would’ve sent Nanami a million texts by now asking why he was not home yet but you hadn’t talked to him all day. The two of you had gotten into an argument the night before about how he had been staying extra late at work recently and not that that was necessarily the issue, but he had been very secretive too which made you doubt him a lot. There was nothing you could do except wait for him and apologize for your behavior as there is no reason to not trust your husband. 

As you got wrapped up in your thoughts, you heard the door slam shut which made you jump ever so slightly. You turned your back only to see Nanami standing at the door with a very serious face and him not greeting you didn’t ease your nerves at all. You quietly spoke up “It’s good to see you home Nanami, I’m sorry about last night and I just wanted to say–” but before you could finish your words, he rapidly walked to you only to put his hand over your mouth cutting off your sentence. You looked at him with surprised eyes as you’ve never seen him behave this way, it was unnatural but you weren’t scared in the slightest. With his towering figure over you, he leaned in closer to your ear saying “I don’t wanna hear your apologies. What made you think that just because I don’t talk to you all day means that it doesn’t matter what time I come home to see you huh?” You were shocked and started to feel bad but it didn’t take you long to let out a loud gasp when he swiftly turned you over, with you bent over the kitchen counter, your face pressed up against the cold surface. There was a quick moment of silence before you felt him press in between your thighs. He let out a soft grunt as he felt you clench your legs together, and let out a soft whine from the tension in the air. 

He pressed even harder into your legs and he spoke again, “y/n, do you know that no matter what I expect you to still communicate with me? It bothers me when you act like you don’t care when I know for a fact that you do?” You were taken aback because you knew he was right. “I’m sorry Nanami I was just angry and I didn’t wanna bother you more than I did last night, I care very much!” He unexpectedly grabbed your hair into a fistful and whispered to you, “In return, you’ll have to deal with my pent-up frustration since you refused to speak to me all day.” You’d never had Nanami be this rough with you but it didn’t stop you from feeling a warm sensation in the pit of your stomach that he induced. While still keeping your fistful of hair in one hand, he used the other to take off your pants, and once they were off he rubbed in between your legs, slowly inching up to your most sensitive area, which caused you to let out a soft moan. His fingers were so rough but he was always so gentle with the way he caressed you that it made your head spin. He continued to rub his fingers in a circular motion which kept making you more and more sensitive and you knew he wouldn’t stop. Your moans kept growing louder, causing the erection in his pants to grow bigger and he didn’t want you to finish so easily, definitely not this soon. 

As he saw your legs beginning to tremble, he stopped what he was doing and let go of your head, causing you to slump in your current position and confused as to why he stopped. He turned you over again now leaving you facing him directly, still lying down on the counter. With a confused face, you asked why he stopped. He didn’t say anything in response, only him bringing your face to his and giving a deep kiss, which you couldn’t resist. Nanami was a man you could never resist, the way he touched you, his kisses being so passionate, and feeling his tongue engulfing you, and scooting closer to him, grabbing his belt, indicating you wanted to help him. He didn’t stop you from taking off his belt and rubbing your hand against his thin boxers, allowing him to release his mouth from you and moan from how delicate your touch was. In his breathlessness, Nanami said, “y/n, please keep going.” Those words were all you needed to hear. You fully removed his boxers, allowing his cock to spring out and seeing small dots of pre cum drip from his tip. You brought your body even closer allowing you to rub up against his cock before silently burrowing him inside you. You both let out quiet moans, him feeling how tight you were, and you silently contemplating how big he was and how you took it every time….but you did it anyway. 

You slowly moved up and down and it felt good for both of you, but he wanted to give you the best treatment after being so rough with you earlier. He stopped you once again and told you “I’m only stopping so I can help you. I want to make you feel good now, so please let me.” How could you say no to him? You nodded and that was his signal to take over. He picked you up only to take you to the bedroom to lay you down on your bed. He gave you forehead kisses as your head hit the pillow, and reassured you “If I'm too rough, you can always tell me to stop, but I know this is how you like it, don’t you?” You gave a small nod and he let out a small chuckle because he knew everything about you. He put his hands beside your hand and he was face to face with you again, and he slid into you seamlessly but felt how deep he was inside you. A feeling that sent chills down your spine every time. He started slow but as he saw your face squirm full of pleasure, a rush of adrenaline went through him and he couldn’t help but start to thrust into you, at a faster pace each time and he wouldn’t slow down. With each thrust, you only grew louder with blabbering as you couldn’t keep up with how hard he was moving in and out of you, and it felt so good. You couldn’t stop saying how good he felt, how big he was and he couldn’t handle seeing how much of a mess you became around him. It was his favorite and only made him pound you continuously. You loved how he dominated you, how he towered over you and let you rest, and how satisfied he made you feel. 

As his pace grew slower, you could tell he was close and so were you. You clenched around him ever so slightly and he picked up his pace, he knew what you were doing and didn’t want you to stop. He spoke up in a breathless voice, “y/n, you have no idea what you do to me, it’s so fucking good. I’m gonna fill you up so good you can’t even talk after I’m done hmmm, would you like that?” and he had already done just that. You couldn’t form any proper words even if you wanted to, it was impossible. As you still kept your grip around him, he couldn’t bear the wave of pleasure that kept washing over him between how tight you were and how fast he was going, he couldn’t stop praising you enough, all he could do was just say how amazing how well you were taking him and with his last final thrusts and loud grunts, you reached your climax clamping onto his muscles, feeling his veins pop through and release into you.

As you both came down from your high, all he could do was gently lay next to you holding him close to you, taking his time, taking in the view of how beautiful you were, how stunning you looked despite the slight layer of sweat all over you, but none of that mattered. He loved everything about you. He softly said “Sorry for how rough it was, I just got caught up with everything that happened today–” You placed your finger over his mouth, just wanting to take in this moment you shared with him. Nanami smiled in return and kept you close, leaving no space between the two of you. 

Again I haven’t written in a while so sorry if its a mess, next story will be more thought out lol, love u &lt;3

#nanami kento #jjk x reader #nanami smut #emilekyren #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #jujutsu nanami

[mxlktxa]

𝘪𝘧 𝘪 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘪 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨

𝘮𝘰𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘯!𝘢𝘶

𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘹 𝘧!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥) 𝘫𝘰𝘦𝘭, 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘢, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 (𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘺𝘢/𝘧𝘢𝘺)

𝘤𝘸; 𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘨𝘦, 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴, 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘷𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯(??)

𝘸𝘤; 1.3𝘬, 7.7𝘬 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴

𝘵𝘭𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵

The sound of chuckling and the front door closing had startled me out of my sleep, the clock in my peripheral reading four twenty-four a.m. I pushed myself onto my feet, the cold floor making me flinch in the slightest, but I pushed forward anyway, wanting to see my fiancée, as she had been gone since six p.m. yesterday.

“Ellie? Ellie, where have you been? It’s four in the morning,” upon my arrival in the kitchen, there stood Ellie, glancing up at me while she held her phone to her ear. Who could she be on the phone with at this time? Walking towards her, she seemed to back up just a little bit, holding her hand up to keep me back which made my face twist into confusion.

“No, it’s nothing. I just got home, that’s all. I’ll call you after I wake up,” her tone came off as friendly, but her face showed annoyance and discomfort. I chose to ignore it, rubbing my eyes to try and adjust to the light.

I watched my lover finish up her call, ready to smother her in love as soon as she was available to me. This odd feeling of not having a chance to do so had made me a little upset, almost turned back to the bedroom to wait for her so we could cuddle and go back to sleep.

“Why do you do this?” Ellie brought me out of my thoughts, the question completely flying over my head for all of two seconds.

“Hm?”

“Why do you always have to make yourself known? You saw I was busy and still chose to bother me?” that friendly tone over the phone had been thrown out the window, an uneasy feeling settling in my chest which also made my hands shake out of being so shocked and nervous, “You don’t need to come running to me when I get home all the time.”

“But you’ve always loved when I did that. I’m sorry, I just… You’ve been out since six o'clock yesterday and we had plans too,” the tension felt so thick like you could strangle somebody with it, Ellie rolled her eyes at my words, “I thought I’d wait up for you and we could watch a movie or something.”

“Or you could stop being so clingy and give me some space. You don’t need to know where I am every second of the goddamn day. I have a life and friends that aren’t just you.”

A frown took over my face as I was trying to understand why she was lashing out at me. It’s been like this for the past year, and I never understood why. We blamed it on stress, on personal reasons, on other people. Ellie swore every other day that she would change, make things better yet I’ve seen no improvement from her. It was always me that changed. Stopped doing certain things, cut down on asking her for her time, and spent less time trying to pretty myself up for her to be intimate with me. I even began eating less of anything to see if that might help me. I hated it and I wasn’t sure what to do.

“I didn’t mean to upset—,”

“Say something else for once, fuckin’ christ! If you’re not meaning to upset me then stop doing these things. You’re like a lost little puppy and I’m sick of your shit,” Elie pushed past me to the bedroom, footsteps sure to have the downstairs neighbors complain in the morning.

I subconsciously followed her, proving her ‘lost puppy’ statement. I stood in the doorframe, twiddling my thumbs together, I watched as she furiously got undressed and ready for bed. used to adore watching her settle down for the night but it’s just starting to feel like she was packing things up just to leave me, alone and bummed out in the apartment.

Without even thinking, I spoke up, “Why’ve you been so nasty towards me, Els? I just wanna spend time with you. You’re my fiancée.”

The entire world froze. Tension grew impossibly thicker, my breath caught in my throat while I started to sweat. The shaking in my hands seemed worse now too, eyes darting everywhere but at Ellie to avoid her deadly gaze. Instead of blowing up at me as per usual, Ellie just stayed silent, continuing her preparation to retire for the night.

My feet carried me to the bed, kneeling on it behind her to lean my cheek against her, only to be shrugged off and nudged away. Tears were starting to well up while I just sat staring at her back. I reminisced on the times when Ellie would come home, begging me to hold her and touch her all over and I would just give in, her affection almost overwhelming when I did so.

“Will you be gone in the morning again?”

“Go to sleep,” she spoke bluntly, pulling herself under the covers.

I removed the gold ring from my finger, reaching over to Ellie to place the item on her nightstand. She turned to me with a confused, upset look. I didn’t want to go through with anything if she was only going to proceed with ignoring me and treating me so unfairly. It was odd to see her starting to worry or care after I did this small gesture.

“I’m calling it off,” I muttered, “I don’t wanna be with you anymore since you keep acting like this. I have sat and talked with you about this countless times. I have sat and talked with Joel, Tommy, and Maria about this, and it hurts that they think I should leave too.”

“What?”

“I’m tired of you, Ellie. So sick and tired,” those tears from earlier started to come down to aid my voice cracking, “I’m tired of the arguments, tired of the cold shoulder, tired of crying every time I notice you’re uninterested or that you’re not here after a small argument.”

“Put the ring back on and stop overreacting.”

“No. I know you were on the phone with another girl, and I don’t want to be the third party in my own relationship. I’m calling off the wedding, thank god we haven’t put any money into it yet, and I’m moving out with my sister next month once this lease is over.”

“You really think this is a good—?”

“I think it’s the best idea I’ve ever made in the past year that you’ve treated me like fucking garbage!” my voice cracked completely, cursing myself for being so weak in front of Ellie, “I’m done. We are done.”

Ellie was now sitting up with my ring in her hands, eyes filled with desperation and sorrow, “No, look. We can fix this, I can change.”

“Just stop. You’ve said these exact words so much I’ve memorized them, ‘I can change, and we can be happy again, I love you, babe, just don’t leave’, blah, blah, blah. Well, guess what, Ellie? I’m not sticking around this time,” we both sat in silence as we cried in each other’s presence, “Change of plans, I’ll be packing tomorrow, and I’ll be out of your hair in the next two weeks. You can keep everything here, I don’t care.”

“Baby—,”

“Stop, Ellie, just stop,” getting up from the bed, I gathered my pillows and headed out to the living room, “Just go to sleep,” I used her words from a little bit ago against her, closing the door and sitting on the couch, trying to get comfortable.

I hated how to mean I was, but I needed to put my foot down at some point. I loved Ellie, truly, but I miss the old her. The one who would wake me out of my sleep just to get a slushie from the nearby gas station, the Ellie that would suffocate me with hugs and kisses, the Ellie that promised me since high school that we would be a ‘forever thing’. Guess we were being delusional.

This was going to take me so long to get over and I hate myself for being so attached. I wish I didn’t have to deal with any of these feelings. I wished I could just feel… numb.

𝘢𝘯; 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳/𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨… 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘺

#the last of us #the last of us p2 #tlou #tlou2 #the last of us fanfiction #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams #ellie williams the last of us #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x f!reader #ellie x you #ellie x fem reader #tlou imagine #ellie imagine #x reader #reader insert #imagine #𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘱𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ⋆˚✿˖°

[shieldedreams]

[🦋] goodnight my love (n.s. + l.a.)

summary ⇾ in which you can’t seem to sleep and they... details ⇾ 885 words / neteyam sully x na’vi!reader + lo’ak sully x na’vi!reader (both separate) / 🌸 fluff / established relationship / gn!reader / the sully’s and the reader are in the omatikaya clan (at the hometree) notes ⇾ i wanted to do something a lil’ different of writing reactions for just neteyam and lo’ak! like mini-fics of the same situation for our fave sully boys ✨ more to come in this format! 

on most nights, it was fairly easy to fall asleep; to succumb to slumber after a long day but tonight didn’t feel like most nights. instead of feeling like sleep would soon consume you, your eyes were as wide as an owl's as you stared at the pattern of leaves above you with the light glow sprinkled about in the night.

[🦋] neteyam with a soft sigh, you carefully turn to your side, lightly jumping in surprise to see that neteyam was already staring at you with a small smile on his face.

though surprised, it... truly was a nice surprise to know that you weren’t awake alone. it seems like it’s been brewing in his mind, the question he wants to ask, and it shows even in the way he looks at you.

the answer, comes out in a question: “can’t sleep?”

you shake your head with a sigh, shifting closer towards his welcoming arms that curl around you tighter. it’s secure, it’s comfort; it was home. you find your face slotted along the expanse of his neck, your hands meekly slinging around his waist as he leans his head against yours gently.

“don’t know what’s wrong with me,” you murmur, “i usually sleep well with you...”

“wanna go for a walk?”

you lean back just enough to look up at him, meeting with his coy smile that already has the answer.

“that’ll be great.”

the night didn’t go the way you had expected but it felt right nonetheless. neteyam easily lured you down from the trees, an occasional creak here and there but for the most part, silently treading away from the hometree. as you leisurely walk with neteyam, stories spill out of nostalgia and the serene that the peace of the night offers. he feels at ease, his heart swelling as he watches and listens to you speak of happy memories with your hand in his. though neteyam may or may not have fallen asleep, this was much better than sleep, anyway.

tl;dr: this lovely boy would try to help you by going for a walk, or other ways to take your mind off things so it gets you to sleep. it feels like he’s a sensitive bean, and too considerate for his own good, so he’ll try to make sure you sleep first before him (if he can, if not, he’s told you to wake him up if you can’t fall asleep). expect long walks, climbing trees, going to a river, maybe even him stroking your head to lull you to sleep. (not neteyam finding other ways to hold you despite already quite literally cuddling you to sleep)

[🦋] lo’ak your eyes open for the umpteenth time, a soft huff leaving your lips as you do. that grants you the slightest shift of lo’ak’s arms around you as he groans into your neck, making you turn into a statue at the fear of waking him up but it seems–”y’know, if you couldn’t sleep, you could’ve said something.”

you remain unmoving until you see lo’ak peels his eyes open and the way he’s smiling has you lightly hitting his arms holding you captive. when the hilarity subsides, you’re conscious that lo’ak is awake with you; his eyes are merely observing your features, resting on your lips as you say: “sorry, i didn’t mean to wake you.”

“wasn’t exactly asleep,” he chuckles, moving away so he’s able to face you properly, “do you wanna... just talk?”

that gets you to turn your body so you’re facing him with a raised brow, “you wanna talk to me until we fall asleep?”

“do you actually wanna move?” he scoffs.

he sees the answer in your eyes and the way you press your lips together, making no moves to... move.

“what do we talk about?” you ask, softly, as if you’re shy and lo’ak finds this all the more amusing. instead of teasing you, he decides he might as well take this opportunity to talk to you; as cheesy as it sounds, he appreciates being able to at any time of the day. even if it’s when he’s supposed to be sleeping.

“hm... how was training today?”

it was such a simple (and initially silly-sounding) question but it’s one that usually gets the ball rolling. from a question that’s asked on the daily, it easily threads to something else, jumping from point a, to b, to c, to the rest of the alphabets that lo’ak can’t ever keep count (but he doesn’t need to).

what lo’ak does know is that it’s seemingly helping you ease the weight in your heart restricting you to sleep. funnily enough, it helps him rest easy that night as well as he curls you into his embrace and feels like he can breathe right when he watches you drift off to sleep.

lo’ak slept with a smile on his face that night (as he does with many, many nights of having you in his arms).

tl;dr: cheeky little thing would just wanna talk to you as a way to get you to be tired. he loves hearing the sound of your voice; it calms him as much as his voice calms you. he’ll ask questions to hear stories, to hear your opinions (maybe even a debate here and there) but for the most part, light-hearted conversations and occasional sentimental mentions; pouring your heart out to one another. 

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we all need love chapter 6.

chapter summary: third date's a charm, right?

pairing: yunho x reader

genre: workplace au, ateez ensemble, fluff, romance, angst, eventual smut, hurt/comfort

warnings: we have finally gotten to the smut (minors dni), petnames, pretty tame for now i think, let me know if i should add anything else !

word count: 4.0k

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[Wooyoung] Whooooo wants to go the bar with me friday night? 

[Choi Jongho] Absolutely no one.

[Choi San] I don’t think that day will work

[Yunho] I’m busy sorry!

[Wooyoung] Bro... what about y/n i can always depend on you right

I’m also busy…

[Wooyoung] I miss work for one day and suddenly everyone has plans :( 

[Kim Hongjoong] woo are you dumb

[Wooyoung] Wait a second

[Wooyoung] Oh my god.

[Wooyoung] You know what I think I’ll do a movie night instead! By myself!

[Song Mingi] i’ll join you 

“Well someone’s happy today!” Wooyoung teases as you walk into the office. He’s been relentless everyday, spouting some combination of encouraging support and playful jabs.

“10 hours,” you sigh as you sink down into your cubicle. Your workload was easy enough this week, but you kept getting distracted easily, the mere thought of making things ~official~ sending you into daydream mode. Wooyoung always snapped you out of it with a lighthearted jab, you knew he found it just as funny as you did.

“You know if he does anything you don’t like-”

“You will all yell at Yunho so he never hurts me again, I know,” you cut him off. Every single one of them has pulled you aside or privately texted you to express just how much they’ll defend you if anything happens.

He only chuckles, “I just wanna make sure you know! He’s a really nice guy, but things happen, I don’t know.”

“I can fend for myself, but I appreciate the backup,” he nods and gives you a genuine smile.

“I’m so excited for you guys, really! His last relationship didn’t end terribly or anything, but he’s such a romantic person I was hoping someone deserving of him came along.” He sounds more serious now, and it hasn’t really crossed your mind what Yunho would be coming to the table with. You’ve been so focused on how much you’ll have to explain about yourself. “Please don’t break his heart, okay?” Wooyoung makes one last quiet request before turning to his own screen and settling into work mode for the day. You don't respond, but you repeat his words to yourself mentally. You won't break any hearts this summer.

You started getting ready almost immediately after getting home, risking no chance of running late. The place he picked out wasn’t fancy in the slightest, so you went light on the outfit, a nice denim skirt and cute top. The plan didn’t necessarily include either one of you coming home for the night, but you tidied up the living room just in case. You didn’t really mind the thought of him in your apartment anyway.

The road you live on is fairly quiet at this hour, so you figure the next car you hear pull up to the building must be him. You take one last look in the mirror before grabbing your bag and nearly jumping down the stairs. It still didn’t feel real in your head, such a perfect person being into you as much as you’re into them. Intrusive thoughts of how quickly you could sabotage the date only flood your mind briefly before you open the front doors and spot Yunho standing against his car.

“Are you ready?” he beams at you, holding out a hand to help you into the front seat. 

You giggle and accept the offer, “more than I’ll ever be.”

The interior is all sleek black. It doesn’t look brand new, but it’s clean and orderly. It smells like him. You fidget with the hem of your skirt as he rounds the car and settles into the driver’s seat. 

“Anything in particular you want to listen to?” You tilt your head at the question, and he quickly adds that it’s okay if you don’t.

“No I like listening to music, I’m just not sure what I should show you,” chuckling, you whip out your phone and scan through your playlist. Yunho has mentioned a few of his favorite songs in conversation, and seeing as neither of you were particularly picky it shouldn’t be so hard to find something. You make up your mind and press play.

“Fun,” he bops his head to the beat, occasionally tapping a finger on the steering wheel. The car ride is mostly silent between you two, and you can’t tell if he’s just as nervous. Ever since San told him your feelings, he’s had a new aura around him. He’s playful and teases you to no end, like the rest of them, but surely he must be giddy too? Maybe he has more experience than you thought.

The hostess guides you to a small window seat, but by now it’s completely dark outside. She hands two menus to you before tending to the next reservation, and you settle into the booth. You had mentioned in the car that you like knowing what to order beforehand, and Yunho offered to order it for you, so you had nothing to do for the next few minutes. If the way his eyes rake over the laminated sheet means anything, he must be starving. His hair is parted down the middle, somewhat pushed out of his face, and his face is scrunched cutely in concentration. He’s wearing a button down and slacks, but it doesn’t look so formal that it stands out. He’s good at looking effortlessly put together.

“Good evening! Can I get you started with some drinks?” A waiter appears in front of your table, directing all his attention to Yunho. You expected as much, and gladly let him take the lead.

“Actually I think we’re ready to order!” He takes one last look at the menu before reciting both your orders perfectly. Once he’s sure the waiter has them down correctly and is out of earshot, he lets out a long sigh.

“That didn’t upset you, did it?” He frowns a little, “I don’t know why he didn’t even acknowledge you.”

“Oh no it’s fine I promise,” you take one of his hands into your own, “it was a shitty move but I hate speaking so it works out in my favor.”

“As long as you’re fine,” he sighs again and squeezes your hand. No one’s ever really noticed that before, at least not while you were on dates. You always subconsciously clocked it as some form of sexism but never made a fuss, so seeing Yunho so distraught is a foreign feeling. You’re eager to change the subject.

“So what made you like me?” Smooth, definitely not too direct at all.

“Oh?” He chuckles, “I thought I already told you why when we were at the park. I feel so comfortable around you, and you’re really good at what you do. It’s admirable.”

“That can’t possibly be enough to have a crush on-”

“You’re incredibly pretty, too,” his hand that was sitting in yours pulls away to rest on his cheek, tilting his head playfully, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you since you arrived.”

You stare, shocked, as the waiter comes back to drop off complimentary water and a promise of food coming soon. He only grins, stirring the ice in his cup with a straw before taking a sip. This wasn’t the shy, polite man you originally liked, but his teasing only makes you want him more.

“Too forward?”

You shake your head a bit too aggressively, almost completely ruining your hair, “No no no, I have too! You’re really cute.” No amount of talking could help you recover from how flustered you are right now.

“Aw,” fluttering his lashes, “so that’s why you like me?”

“I mean you’re also just really nice and observant of everyone around you,” you start fiddling with your own cup, “I guess I just felt comfortable with you, too.”

“Good to know the feeling’s mutual,” he breaks his teasing act and chuckles, and you can only manage to nurse the ice cold water in front of you. “I’m sure the guys have bugged you a lot so I don’t know what you know, but it’s been a long time since I’ve liked someone so much. It’s nice.”

His ears are that familiar bright red again, “are you nervous, Yunho?”

“Only a little,” he blushes even more at the question, rubbing his ears a bit and giggling, “are you?”

You nod, “I got dumped earlier this year and I wasn’t planning on doing anything this summer, so yeah. A little more than you are.”

“Why did he dump you?” A face of genuine confusion washes over him. It’s not that he thought it was a red flag, he just couldn’t think of a single reason anyone would abandon you. 

“Ah, she just,” you sigh, wondering how much you should share. If you were a good person, you’d tell him everything. You’d tell him what your heart really desires and why your friends were being so mean that night you spent in his apartment. You’d be transparent about what you want out of a relationship, because that’s what first dates are for right?

“Sorry for assuming!” He shakes his head, “you can continue, though, I promise.”

“I think she just grew apart from me, I don’t know? We spent all of college together, but I think we were going in different directions.” He nods understandingly, and you feel a ping of guilt in your gut. 

“Yeah that happens. I had a girlfriend my freshman year, but we ended up not having a lot of overlapping interests or anything. Conversations fizzled out quick.”

It’s your turn to nod, and Wooyoung’s words rattle around in your brain. Yunho’s a romantic, someone who puts his all into everything, including relationships. You could tell as much just seeing how he interacts with his friends, but hearing the disappointment in his voice scares you. The slight guilt you felt has grown into a consistent, dull ache of anxiety.

“Have you seen anyone since then?” You shuffle a bit in your seat, your breakups lingering in the air.

He nods, chuckling, “a few flings here and there, but nothing substantial. I don’t really love hookup culture, but I haven’t found anyone I really like.” 

“Until now!” 

“Right! Now I have someone I want to impress. She’s so pretty and nice, I just want to take care of her.” He stares at you fondly now, still blushing from his round cheeks to the tips of his ears.

“Oh really?” You trace the rim of your now empty cup with one finger. 

“Mm, all my friends like her too. I think she’s perfect for me.” 

“You’re so corny,” you laugh, slapping his hand. The anxiety fades as quickly as it appeared.

Your waiter might have the worst timing imaginable, because not even 2 seconds later does he plop a large slab of steak in front of Yunho. “Sorry ma’am, your meal will be out in just a few minutes!” You nod and watch him scurry back to the kitchen. When you turn your attention back to Yunho, his eyes are wider than you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Do you mind if I eat first?” He doesn’t look up at you, but you tell him it’s fine and watch as he instantly tears into his dinner, nodding excitedly at the first bite and shaking a fist as if he’s won the lottery. Your dish arrives a few minutes later as promised and you dig in as well, falling into a comfortable silence. Bits and pieces of conversations around you pass by, waiters rushing back and forth, a TV quietly playing golf highlights at the bar. You don’t want the night to end.

“This is your place right?” He pulls up to the curb and turns down the music. The car ride home was comfortable, both tired after some of the most filling and delicious meals you’ve had in a while. Fresh anxiety pooled in your gut at the thought of leaving him now.

“Do you want to come inside?” You offer and he’s smiling at you like he thought you’d never ask. “We could play games or something?”

“What games do you have?” He turns the car off and unlocks the doors, turning as much as he can to face you.

“I have a switch! I can start up Mario Kart or something,” his eyes sparkle at that, and you smile at your successful plan.

“Are you any good?”

“Better than you I bet,” you raise an eyebrow. He copies your expression before silently getting out of the car, and you follow. He doesn’t say a word as you lead him up the steps to your apartment on the second floor, or as you slink into your living room and settle in. You boot up your switch and download Mario Kart, and he only grins at you from his side of the couch when you hand him a controller.

“If I win,” he starts, eyes trained on the screen as he selects his kart setup, “I get to kiss you.”

You lean back into the couch and lock in your own kart, “deal.”

You tried your best, you really did. It might’ve been your best effort in the history of owning this game, even. But Yunho placed first in all four races easily, and by the last one he was so excited he barely waited for the scoreboard to appear before throwing the joycon to the side and grabbing your arm.

“This isn’t fair! I didn’t know you were a pro at this,” you argue, letting him move you with ease, thighs fully touching now and one arm slung around your shoulders.

“It was completely fair,” he chuckles just above your head. You look up and see his signature crooked smile plastered across his face, annoyingly proud of his own victory. His other hand comes up to cup your cheek.

“And now I get my prize.”

This time you’re prepared. It lasts longer than the kiss at the subway, his movements slow and intentional. His soft lips melt against yours and you feel his grip on you tighten a little, but it’s innocent. This time, you don’t let him pull away, though. Your hands wrap around his neck and you kiss back, leaning into him. He lets out a small, cute gasp before accepting you, and it all feels so natural. His lips moving against yours, your skin running hot beneath his hand, your leg against his. He tests the waters and swipes his tongue across your lip and you quickly respond, gripping the hair at the nape of his neck. He moves slowly and curiously, as if he has all the time in the world to explore you and he wants to spend every last second of it. But when his hand traces down your side to rest on your hip you know you need more.

“Lean back,” you finally pull away. He listens immediately, eyes glazed over with infatuation as he watches you swing one leg around him and sit comfortably in his lap. Your skirt rides up to your hips and his hands rub the newly exposed skin of your thighs, sending goosebumps down your legs.

“You know I really didn’t have any intention to sleep with you on the first date,” he mumbles, but you ignore him. You lean down and press soft kisses up his neck, purposely hitting every pretty mole on him, before making your way to his ear.

“Third,” you correct, “and it doesn’t matter, because it’s my intention now.” You feel his grip on you tighten even more and you continue to work your way painfully slowly down his neck, from one side to the other. He lets out shaky sighs at every small nip and suck, hands now fervently roaming around your body, squeezing any skin he can find. His fingers slide beneath your shirt and you can feel him make quick work of your bra, pushing you up just enough to slide both garments off.

You swear you feel him twitch beneath you, and he makes no effort to hide the way he takes in your exposed body, “where’s your room?” You can barely hear him, not when you’re so focused on the marks you’ve left on him and his blown out look. When you don’t respond, he pulls your hips forward, grinding against you. “Baby, your room?”

“The door with the poster on it,” you sigh at the friction. He wraps both hands firmly around your ass and stands up, effortlessly carrying you to your bed. He places you gently on the edge before nearly ripping off his shirt and pants, leaving nothing but the impossibly large tent in his underwear. You don’t have time to take in the sight, his large frame quickly maneuvering on top of you.

“I’d usually be more calm, but you’re so beautiful I can’t help myself,” he whispers, making his way down your neck. His kisses are aggressive and sloppy now, but just as slow as you were on him. His dick is pressed flush against your thigh, but when you try to roll your hips for some relief he presses you down with a firm hand. “Let me have my fun, love.” 

All you can do is whine his name, fingers tangling in his hair as he sucks on your skin. At this point your clit is throbbing, heat spreading through you at every touch of his, but you know if you move again he’ll only get meaner. Part of you wants to try. 

“Can I?” You feel slender fingers hook under your skirt and panties, and when you only whine his name again in response he takes no time pulling them off you. 

“Yunho please,” you feel like you might start crying if he doesn’t touch you soon.

“So pretty for me.” He drops the last of your clothing on the floor behind him. “Did I get you this worked up already?”

Your legs falter a bit at his words, but he keeps his broad chest in between them, spreading you wide enough for his liking. You want to beg more, but he must read your mind because before you open your mouth his tongue is flat against your heat. He’s teasing at first, kitten licks with little pressure, but when you genuinely moan for the first time he gets to business. One hand wrapped around your thigh, the other makes its way below his busy mouth. Two fingers glide in, setting a slow and steady pace that only builds you up more. 

He pulls up only briefly, fingers still going, to take in your blissed out state. You look back down at him at the loss of contact, but he only smirks, “I want you to watch me, love.”

All you can do is nod, struggling not to throw your head back into your covers as he goes back down. His long fingers brush against all the right places, his tongue flicking in perfect time to your building orgasm. He doesn’t speed up or slow down, he just keeps going until he feels your plush thighs clench around either side of him. You mumble his name over and over as it finally washes over you, feeling him lap up every last drop and holding your hips close to him.

“Fuck,” Yunho sighs, finally sitting up and letting your legs lay flat.

“How are you so good at that?” You prop yourself up on your elbows. Your head starts pounding a bit, but you still want more.

He chuckles and turns behind him, searching through his slacks left abandoned on the floor, “I told you I’ve had hookups every so often. I’m not clueless, you know.” 

“I need to see what else you can do,” you tease, and just as you say it he produces a metal condom wrapper, grinning.

“Well you’re about to, if you’re up to it?” You almost ask why you wouldn’t be, but then you see it. You’ve only taken a few dicks in your life, but his was certainly the largest. He pumps a few times waiting for your response, parting his lips at the feeling.

“Yunho,” you mumble, taking in the sight. A thin sheen of sweat already covers his forehead, cheeks and chest a light shade of pink. He’s staring back at you, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he etches your form into his memory. 

“Is that a yes?” You nod and he slips the condom on before leaning back down over you. He kisses you again, as deep as humanly possible, and lines up with you. “Promise me you’ll say something if it hurts, okay?”

“I promise,” you smile up at him and he kisses you again, entering softly. You’d be lying if you said it didn’t sting, but it’s only for a second before you’re pulling him closer. He thrusts in again, fully burying himself this time, and you feel him groan against your lips. 

“You’re perfect, you know that?” He sighs above you, setting a steady pace that has you digging into his shoulders. He drops his head into the crook of your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses on your hot skin in between his panting. You can’t help the stream of moans and curses that leave your mouth, you’ll have to deal with your neighbors’ complaints tomorrow. 

One of his hands snakes down to your thigh again and he slows down to readjust. He leaves one last sloppy kiss on your jaw before straightening up and pushing your legs back, folding you in half. You grip the sheets until your knuckles pale, but nothing could prepare you for the feeling of him bottoming out in this position. He pistons into you, strangled breaths leaving his lips. You grab a pillow and bite down as hard as possible, it’s the only thing stopping you from screaming at the top of your lungs. 

He gets sloppy quickly and you nearly orgasm at the sound of him groaning your name alone, voice deep and broken. His hips stutter, slamming into you one last time before he collapses on top of you. You both take deep breaths in tandem, recovering slowly and rubbing circles into his skin. He presses gentle kisses along your neck until he finds the energy to get up again, giving you a squeeze before sliding out.

“Did I wow you?” He jokes, discarding the condom and wrapper and finding a small towel to clean up with.

“Mm, I don’t know. Might have to try again,” you laugh, “there’s more towels in the bathroom across the hall.”

“We can in the morning baby,” his laughter is the last thing you hear as he disappears into the hallway. He quickly returns with a fresh wash cloth and a cup of water for you. You hold out a hand for the cloth, but he waves you away, cleaning you up himself. It’s so natural and careful you almost completely forget he was a stranger just a few weeks ago. You almost forget how temporary this all is.

“Don’t you need to get home?” you take a sip of water and hope it helps the dull headache from being jostled around.

He scoffs at you, genuinely surprised, “are you kidding me?”

“I just didn’t know if,”

“If I was joking about having you in the morning, too? Let me cuddle you to sleep or so help me god,” Yunho turns the lights off and flops onto the other side of your bed, tugging your arm. The longer you wait, the more he pouts and tugs, but eventually you give in.

You can’t help but leave small kisses all over each other as you lay entangled in the dark, neither of you wanting to fall asleep yet. His energy is overwhelming, heart beating softly against your cheek, thumbs rubbing small circles into your arms. You think this is the first night since you’ve arrived that you won’t end the day worried, that maybe this was the best possible way your night could’ve gone. Maybe the next few months will be okay. Maybe you should get some sleep.

And then you wake up, and he’s gone.

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