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harmshake · 7 months

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Gentle

Roman promises to go real gentle with you for your first time...

Roman Reigns x Fem Black Reader | 18+ ONLY, NSFW, smut | ~1,000 words

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"How's that feel, sweetheart? Good?"

His voice was deep and gentle in your ear, his lips pressed to your throat with a kiss when you nodded. You were almost too rapturous to speak, the only sounds falling from your mouth were a melody of low whimpers and high moans as Roman rocked his hips in you in harmony to create the song he loved for you to sing in his ear.

He learned your rhythm quite quickly being it was your first time together—your first time, period—as he had a keen ear for how you sang his praises, and he had a gentle flow for how your body danced beneath him.

Your whispery cries rang out when his strokes were impossibly long…stretching and dragging along your soaked, soft walls and waking up spots you had no clue existed…your pussy pulling him back in when he dared to slide too far out, the tip of his thick dick nudging on your sweetest spot. He watched how that made you shudder, and kissed your lips with a smirk on his when your pussy clenched him, not wanting to let him go.

But then his hips would sensually stutter with wild, thrumming thrusts that challenged your vocal cords…your moans reaching the ceiling as he met the back of your pussy easily, met it over and over with rapid taps that only lasted a second…only lasted long enough to make him bite his lip to see how he made you tremble and cling to him.

Maybe you were crazy to choose Roman as the man to give your virginity to, but you would have felt crazier to deny him when he made your heart skip a beat with just his alluring, deep brown eyes on you…when he made you wet with just his soft kisses…and when he made you feel so precious with how he made tonight special for you.

The candle lighting of his bedroom was soft, the music softer, a lovely touch that put you at ease as you sat down next to him on his bed. Yet Roman was a natural at calming your nerves and thankfully you didn't have many as everything about him felt right…especially his gentle hands on you as he massaged you, undressed you, and loved on you like his only goal tonight was your pleasure.

And that's because it was.

Once he finished writing love songs on your tender clit with his tongue, making you sing to him then, he crawled up your body and held you close as his long, wavy hair fell around your face, his lips on your face, too, as he kissed on you and whispered, "You ready, sweetheart? Don't worry, I'll be gentle…"

He was oh so gentle, dedicating his every touch to your comfort. Listening to your moans when he pushed here, studying how your eyelids fluttered when he lingered his thrusts there, and pausing altogether when it looked like you were about to pass out.

"You good, baby? Want me to stop?" Roman purred in your ear.

"No, Daddy. I can take it," you purred back and made him grin.

Now he had your wrists gathered in his big hands that he pinned to the bed as your bodies moved in sync, but he let you wrap your arms around his neck when your hips started to move on their own, winding, grinding, feeling everything, all of him, and seeking more.

It was that warmth spreading within you, that delicious friction from his slow thrusts on your spot that was now blossoming over all of you. You were untouched before you stepped into his bedroom, but you'd explored your own body before. You knew what felt good, what felt great, and Roman made you feel beyond that, somewhere between fucking amazing and euphoric.

"I'm close…" you hummed to him in a voice you weren't sure was your own. You felt like your pleasure lifted you from your body, your only tie to this realm was his heavy, luscious heat that surrounded you...and his even heavier, heady thrusts that anchored you and fastened you to the bed with pounding strokes. "Unhhhh, just like that…mmmn, I'm gonna cum," your hum rolled into a desperate sob.

"Give it to me…let Daddy feel it," Roman moaned to you, his sweet tone in your ears caressing you nearly the same way his strokes did as you ascended into something even sweeter. Your everything throbbed with saccharine bliss as you held him, trembled on him, whined for him, but savored every last drop of your pleasure for you.

You became selfish, riding out those warm, sweet waves until your soul returned to your body that Roman gripped in his hands, your eyes refocusing on his as he patiently indulged you.

"You're so beautiful when you cum," he grunted softly before his mouth covered yours for a hot kiss, his body hotter than before as you kissed him back with heated greed. He gave you everything you wanted tonight and yet you wanted more…you wanted him.

"Cum for me, Roman…cum, Daddy." No sooner than his name on your lips touched his as you kissed him, he gave it you. Now it was him singing your praises as he fell into that sweet, sweet bliss that made him shake in your arms.

When he finally pulled himself from your grip, your hushed breaths were in rhythm as both your chests heaved. Roman slowly reached for you and your head as you rested on him, feeling his heartbeat and your satisfied exhaustion as your eyelids fell shut.

Yet when he planted kisses on your face…then your chest…and finally your inner thighs, your eyes sprang open as you watched him gaze at your honey-coated lips with his tongue flicking across his.

"Mmnnn, Roman, please," you whimpered to him when the flicks of his tongue met your soft, sweet folds as he gently licked up your nectar, his hands delicately grasping your hips.

"I thought you said you could take it, sweetheart," he said with a husky moan from the taste of you on his tongue. And with another lick, he added, "I told you I'd be gentle…but I ain't tell you when I'd be done."

Your back arched up from the bed to meet his mouth and your hands shot down to meet his head, yanking at his hair with no real effort to remove him because he made it so good…he felt so good.

And you wanted to savor every moment of it as you knew tonight was one you'd never forget.

Thanks for reading! ❤️

Shout out to Roman for being an absolute menace and feeding us last night. 🥵

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phas3d · 5 months

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Ideal Type || Slytherin Boys

note :: just what i think, but they could honestly be with anyone

members :: mattheo riddle, theodore nott, lorenzo berkshire

Mattheo Riddle

Appearance:

Sharp eyes that could kill him, eye color doesn’t matter to him

Likes people with more meat on them

Goes crazy if he sees you wearing thigh highs or tight underwear so that you have a little bit of a muffin top, he loves that stuff

Loves dark hair, all of his celebrity crushes are brunettes or have black hair

Likes the y2k style and clean girl, he doesn’t know it’s called that but he likes it lmao

Loves long hair but will make an exception for a short black bob

Low rise jeans are his favorite thing ever

Pretty nails are also a pro in his eyes, shows that you’re hygienic - likes longer nails

Plump lips are a major plus

Likes outfits that show skin in some way, so crop tops, dresses, etc

Personality:

Slightly toxic, which is perfect for him since he’s ultra toxic 😍

He’s not willing to change his lifestyle just for a girl, so he needs someone who’s down to party and do the bad stuff he does

Loves confidence, wouldn’t date a girl who’s insecure

People with the wonyongism mindset are literally his dream type, makes him weak in the knees

If you yell back at him or call him out on his shit, oml he’s already planning your wedding

Loves to annoy you just to get a reaction, smth about you being angry draws him in

He likes social people who get along with others easily

A little bit cocky, but if you laugh at his jokes he instantly finds you more attractive

Dedicated and driven people, like not failing classes, having internships, having a job, all of that is so attractive to him

If you listen to: Kali Uchis, Tyler the Creator, Ariana Grande, Travis Scott, The Neighborhood, The Smiths, The Weeknd, BlackPink, Aespa, Beyoncé, you get so many extra points

Theodore Nott

Appearance:

Likes shorter people, which is easy for him since he’s 6’0 (183 cm)

Has a thing for people that are flatter, likes rectangle body types

Long hair is his ideal type but loves curly short hairstyles

Gets flustered when he sees you with your hair up, something about it is so appealing to him

Long lashes and falsies are so pretty in his eyes, loves it

Ballet-core, old-money, and minimalist are what styles he likes best on someone

Lovessss skirts and headbands

Likes people with glasses, but specifically people who wear contacts in public but glasses at home

People with the resting sad face are so beautiful to him

Personality:

Likes introverts or shy people, he likes knowing that you’re a homebody so he doesn’t have to worry about cheating

Nerds omg They’re his secret weakness

He loves book smart-street dumb people, it’s a sense of comfort knowing that you’re not involved in his life style

He’s a fuckboy who smokes and drinks, so you become a safe space for him

Quiet and soft voices are one of his biggest weaknesses

Elegance is also something he needs in a partner, someone who’s aware of their words and their actions

When someone covers their mouth when they laugh - So attractive to him

Caring and nurturing people make him want to cry, please comfort this man

If you listen to: Lana Del Rey, Billie Eilish, Mitski, SZA, Her, Adele, Yerin Baek, Matt Maltese, Radiohead, you get an extra point

Lorenzo Berkshire

Appearance:

Downtown girl, athletic wear, coquette, and other cutesy yet comfortable styles are his idea type

Really loves when someone can dress up in a nice ass outfit and then show up the next day in just a hoodie and bagggyyyy pants

Doesn’t really like tight clothes on his s/o, likes baggy or flowy clothes

Doesn’t care for body type, has dated people on the bigger size and people that were super thin

Loves any facial markings - moles, acne scars, freckles, but esp ance scars

Loves curly and wavy hair, doesn’t care for hair color but does prefer light colors like brown and blonde

Likes girls that look kinda intimidating because of how pretty they are, but are secretly a softie (basically him)

For example, people with a resting bitch face but the second they see something cute they light up

Being shorter than him is fine, but if he’s dead honest he’s always wanted to date a girl taller than him (185 cm+)

Personality:

Bubbly people make him fall so hard

People who are happy almost 24/7 and a little bit stupid and naive is what he loves

Doesn’t care about intelligence much, but doesn’t like people who are failing school

When you’re oblivious to flirting??? Omg he’s done

Wants to feel needed, so you being slightly air headed helps him a lot

Smiling makes him attracted to someone instantly, so constantly smiling and laughing makes him feel the same way

Loves people with a tad bit of sass to them, like eye rolls and stuff

Playful people who agree to do dumb shit with him suits his ideal lifestyle

Someone’s who funny, cause if I’m fr this man is not that funny. He def gets with someone who’s funny

He def had way too many crushes on manic pixie dream girls, so he kinda likes the chase

Likes people who are so free spirited that it’s hard to tie to them

If you listen to: Wave2Earth, Kpop, Taylor Swift, Olivia Rodrigo, Beabadoobee, Sarah Kinsley, Faye Webster, it’s an extra plus for him

#harry potter #slytherin #mattheo riddle #mattheo x reader #mattheo riddle x reader #theodore nott #theodore x reader #theodore nott x reader #lorenzo berkshire #lorenzo x reader #lorenzo berkshire x reader #ideal type #slytherin boys #god I love these guys

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sadhours · 1 year

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Bully - Part 1 of 3

anonymous said: I'm imagining bully!billy who secretly has a crush on fem!reader but doesn't want it to be known cause she's a "nerd" and not very social.

I took this idea and ran with it. Loved this request so much I decided to turn it into a short series. hope you like it!!

tag list; @bbyhargrove

warnings: 18+ minors dni, bully!billy, innocent nerdy!reader, bullying, name calling, blood, virginity mentioned, also perv!billy I couldn’t help myself

Icy blue eyes watch your Ked’s kicking gravel, traveling up your leg warmers and stop at your thighs. He’s watching as your skirt lifts with your steps, hypnotized by the sight and how it’s making his chest and stomach tighten.

“You got the hots for that geek?” Tommy teases, nudging his shoulder.

Billy averts his eyes and flicks his lit cigarette at Tommy, who quickly inspects where the cherry made contact with his sweatshirt, brushing off the ash and glaring up at his friend.

“Think you’re projecting,” Billy chides, but it’s all a facade. He does have the hots for you, thinks about your legs when he can’t sleep at night.

Tommy snorts, “Yeah, totally. I wouldn’t be caught dead with a nerd like that.”

Billy likes the idea of corrupting an innocent, dorky girl like yourself but he won’t admit as much. His ‘friends’ wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. So when it seems like they’re catching on to his lingering eyes, he panics and starts overtly messing with you. It’s grade school bully stuff too.

His group follows his footsteps in the hall and when he sees you closing your locker with a mountain of textbooks and binders in your hands, he curves his path and knocks them out of your hand and to the floor. An all too easy, malicious smile curling his lips up as you make a small, offended noise. The gaggle of teens surrounding him erupt in vicious laughter. He’s not sure why but the way you look at him floors his attraction to you and Billy finds himself looking forward to any time he can terrorize you.

In class, he chews on his gum while he stares at the back of your head. He considers for a moment smooshing his gum between the wavy strands but then you might have to cut it and he doesn’t want that. He settles for pinching a pencil thin chunk of your hair and pulling. You head pulls back abruptly and you cry out in pain. All the heads in the class turn to the two of you, Billy looking pleased with himself and a scowl painted on your face as you also turn to look at him.

The teacher sighs, setting the text book down and tilting her head at you and Billy, “Why are you disrupting my class, y/n?”

“Billy pulled my hair!” you tattle, rubbing your fingers over the sore spot at your roots.

“No, I didn’t,” he replies with a roll of his eyes.

“Yes, you did!” your voice is shaky as you raise it, afraid of getting in trouble but so sick and tired of his constant harassment.

“Did not,” he bites back like a child.

The teacher rubs her eyebrows with her hand, “I don’t have time for this. Both of you, principals office. He’ll deal with you.”

“But—“ you start to protest.

“Now,” she seethes, scribbling on two passes and extending them out with her hands.

Heaving a sigh, you stand from your desk and start gathering your things. Billy purposefully bumps into you as he walks up to the front, knocking everything from your hands.

When you exit the classroom, you expect him to already be down the hall but your luck would have him waiting against the hallway wall, grinning mischievously at you. Billy takes this moment to scan his eyes up and down your body, which unfortunately for him, goes unnoticed by you. You just think he’s an asshole, bullying you because he bullies all the nerds.

You say nothing, tightening your grip on your backpack straps as you hurry down the hall. Billy’s behind you, watching you way your skirt flutters against your thighs with every step you take. He decides he’s not done having fun, walking very closely behind you so he can step on the back of your shoe and declare, “Flat tire.”

Before you can comprehend his annoying joke, you’re stumbling forward and landing on your hands and knees.

“Ow,” you curse, thanking silently that you were able to catch yourself. You glare up at him, “What is your problem?!”

His smile doesn’t falter but he shrugs, “Oops.”

You stand up, no help from the blonde prick who’d caused the tumble in the first place, and dust yourself off.

“Why do you have to harass me so much?” you demand, tears welling up in your eyes. “You’re so mean to me and I’ve never even talked to you!”

Billy frowns, amused by your reaction and shamefully, a little turned on by the tears glistening in your eyes. Billy did get off on some light sadism during sex but this was something entirely new and something he wanted to keep provoking.

“It’s fun,” he says, unable to hide the excitement in his voice. He chews on his bottom lip, watching how his answer clears nothing up and you look at him with hurt painting every detail of your face. He imagines looking down at it in his bed, imagines what kind of noises you’d make and if he could get you to beg for him.

You wipe the tear that breaks free and turn back around, not wanting give Billy the satisfaction of seeing you cry.

In the principals office, he pleads innocence and even suggests your hair had gotten pinned against your back and the seat.

“I think she’s got a crush on me or something,” he invents, “She’s always making stuff up, saying I’m doing things when I’m not.”

Your jaw drops. You do not have a crush on Billy Hargrove. In fact, you hate him. He’s been making your life a living hell since he showed up.

“Mr. Anderson,” you plead, “I am not making this up.”

The principal is conflicted. You have a good reputation, you’re never in trouble and you make great marks. However, he’s seen how gaga all these teenage girls have gotten over the new guy from California and he seems to think you’re probably no different. He doesn’t know who to believe so he gives you both lunch detention for a week.

“That is so not fair,” you complain when he sends you on your way.

Billy looks at his watch, he’s got another few minutes alone with you until the bell rings. He decides to spend that time following you to your locker, leaning against it before you can get to it.

“Can you just leave me alone?!” you exhale, frustration bubbling through your body.

Billy loves seeing you so bothered, he wants to follow you all day and provoke it out of you.

“Looks like we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other. See you around, geek,” he pushes passed you, nudging your shoulder hard when he does.

The classroom is buzzing when you walk in, kids are bouncing off the wall and you scan around to find an unbothered desk, tucked away in the corner away from everyone. You take solace in it, sinking into the seat and pulling out your homework folder before placing the paper sack containing your lunch at the corner of the desk.

Lo and behold, Billy decides to sit at the desk in front of you and for the life of you, you can’t figure him out. You see he has a couple friends suffering the same fate of detention but yet, he chooses to spend this hour harassing you. He swipes the paper bag and opens it up, peeking in to see it’s contents.

“What am I having today?” he wonders aloud, dodging your hand as you attempt to grab for your lunch. He pulls out the sandwich and opens the baggie, bringing it to his nose to get a sniff. He winces, exaggerating his disgust as he quickly pulls his head back, “Ew! Tuna?”

You’re able to grab the sandwich from him, meekly replying, “I like tuna.”

“Disgusting. You can keep it,” he mumbles, his eyes back in the bag.

“Hmm, let’s see,” he pulls out the bag of celery and carrots and tosses it onto your desk.

“There’s nothing good in here,” he announces, tone dripping in disappointment.

With a sigh, you reach into your backpack and offer him the pack of Snoballs you’d bought on your walk to school. He snatches them greedily, smiling wide and you don’t know why you even gave them to him.

“Why were you hiding these?” he asks around a mouthful of the pink pastry.

You shrug, “My moms kind of a health nut.”

That was an understatement. She would freak if she knew you were sneaking sweets whenever you could.

“Poor thing,” Billy pouts sarcastically and turns his attention back to the front as the principal walks in and rattles off an excuse why he won’t be in the room but says he’ll be checking in every ten minutes.

Great. With Billy being here you won’t be able to at least make this time productive and do a bit of your homework. You attempt anyway, shoving your lunch in your backpack because you’re suddenly embarrassed to eat it around Billy. You pull out your math worksheet and start at the first problem. Then there’s a mess of blonde curls on the paper and soon after, Billy’s entire head. He’s kicked his legs up over his desk and leaned completely back, looking up at you curiously.

For a brief moment, you admire his chiseled features. His thick eyelashes, bright blue eyes, adorable button nose, pink lips, and his sharp, strong jawline. You feel a slight twinge in your nether regions, something you’d only felt once before when flipping through a copy of Teen Beat at a sleepover. You know you’re blushing because Billy laughs, his adams apple bobbing up and down with the sound.

“Can you move your head? I’m trying to do my homework,” you choke out, trying to ignore how attractive he is.

“No,” he says it so casually, because he doesn’t want to move his head. He likes looking up at you like this, how flustered it’s making you.

However, his neck is starting to hurt and he fears this might look like flirting to someone else. But he’s kind of frozen there, smirking up at you.

“Please,” you whisper, hating the way your voice sounds on your ears.

Billy loves it, smirk turning into a pleased grin and he’s sure you’re soaking in your panties just from looking at his face. Not the safest thought at school, he thinks as he feels his dick twitch in his jeans and sits up, tucking his legs back under the desk and ignores you for the rest of the hour.

You’re relieved but shocked, catching yourself glancing up at the back of his head repeatedly. You’re sure he’s planning something sinister. The warning bell rings and you start to pack up all your things, pulling your lunch out so you can toss it in the trash on your way out. As it turns out, Billy was planning something but it wasn’t as thought out as you’d expected. He waits against the doorframe and as you’re walking past him and Tina, he sticks his foot out. Yours gets caught on it and you fall forward, unable to catch yourself this time as you face plant out into the hallway. Your nose stings, and it’s wet.

“Walk much?” Tina sings and you’re not sure which stings more, your chest or your nose.

You lift yourself up and look down to see blood on the floor, bringing your hand up to your nose and feeling thick fluid pouring out. Then you taste the blood, metallic on your tongue as it seeps down to your mouth.

You expect more laughter, and there is laughter but not the hyena-like laugh you anticipated.

“Oh, shit,” you hear Billy’s voice and feel his hand on your back.

You brace yourself for a shove to the ground but his other hand wraps around your bicep as he helps you to your feet.

“I’ll catch up with you guys,” he says to his buddies, ushering you down the hall and when they give him a confused look, he offers, “Not trying to get more detention.”

That makes sense. Why the hell would he be nice now?

“I figured you would’ve caught yourself,” he mumbles as you head toward the nurses office.

Even if you wanted to, you can’t speak. There’s too much blood and you really don’t like the taste of it. You were naturally clumsy, tripping over air most of the time but Billy doesn’t know that. Doesn’t know you.

As soon as he opens the door, he’s reaching for paper towels and holding them to your nose for you.

“Oh, no!” the nurse exclaims, standing from her desk and rushing over, “What happened?”

“She tripped,” Billy says, “Landed right on her face.”

The nurse nods to Billy, “Thanks for helping her down here. I’ll get her cleaned up. You can go to class.”

He shifts on his feet, “I’d actually like to stay. Make sure she’s okay and all.”

The nurse looks over at you and you nod slowly. You figure he’s making sure you don’t tattle on him again. Billy’s genuinely concerned though, he feels like his father and it makes his skin crawl. He didn’t intend to actually hurt you. Plopping on the cot beside you, he sits so close your arms are touching. His skin is warm, you notice, and it’s weirdly comforting. You think you actually want a hug from him even though he’s the reason your nose hurts so bad.

“Is it gonna bruise?” Billy inquires. He couldn’t forgive himself if it did.

“Too early to tell,” the nurse mumbles, tilting your head back to speed up the process.

The metallic taste drips down your throat and you squeeze your eyes shut, trying not to get sick from it. You feel Billy’s fingers brush against yours for a brief second and he pulls away quickly. He eyes your face, his brows furrowed. God, he feels like an asshole and you totally think he’s one. A cute one but still an asshole.

“Does it hurt?” he asks when you’re walking to your respective classes, hall passes in hand.

“Yes,” you mutter.

The bridge of your nose aches dully. You also pray it doesn’t bruise, not sure of how to explain it to your mother. If she knew you were being bullied, she would march right up to the school and raise hell. Especially if she found out a boy was the one bullying you.

“I’m sorry,” Billy says, rushed before he walks into his class.

You can’t tell him it’s okay and maybe that’s for the best. It should be okay but you’re honestly not that mad at him.

After the awkward apology, you expect the torment to end. Wishful thinking. Billy’s at your locker when you get to it and he extends his hand. You look down at it confused and then back up to his eyes.

“Snoball,” he grunts like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

He’s just as bad as your mother. You heave a sigh and reach into your backpack, pulling out the packet of Ding-Dongs you’d excitedly purchased at the corner-store.

He laughs childishly as he snatches them from you, “You like Ding-Dongs, eh?”

“Stop,” you can’t handle the innuendo, cheeks on fire.

“I assumed you’d never had one before,” he looks at you with raised brows.

You falter, eyes widening as you push hm away from your locker and begin to enter the code. You haven’t. Ever. You’ve never even kissed a boy.

“And I was right,” Billy muses with another cackle, “You’re a fucking virgin.”

“Leave me alone,” you plead with a mumble, grabbing your textbooks and binders for the first four classes.

“As if that’s news to anyone,” Carol snorts as her and Tommy walk up.

Billy laughs harder, seemingly fueled by his friends joining in on the fun. Your stomach churns. All you want is for them to leave you alone. Sure, you’d dealt with teasing here and there since grade school but this was excessive. You didn’t even understand why they were doing it. Yeah, you were categorized as a nerd and a loner but there had to be another reason why Billy was picking on you so hard. You’d seen him get in fights with guys but you hadn’t seen him be so cruel so anyone else. Or obsessive.

“See ya around, geek,” he shuts your locker before you’re finished getting your things, strutting off down the hall with his friends. Magnetically, your eyes follow his ass in his extremely tight jeans. You catch yourself and press your forehead to your locker, groaning out loud.

He had been sure you were a virgin, but now that you’ve confirmed it, his mind is racing. He sits back in his chair, the teachers lecture going in one ear and out the other as he ponders if you’ve even kissed someone before or if he’s the first man to give you any kind of attention.

The thought is odd though. You’re definitely not unattractive. Yeah, you focused on school and when you dressed provocative, he could tell it wasn’t your intention to have eyes on you. God, he loved when you wore skirts. Which, with the season changing and the temperature rising, you did most days.

The bookworm thing kind of turns him on which was new. He’d never been into it before he saw you. All the girls he’d hooked up with in the past ran in the same social circles with him. You were quite the change of pace, maybe that what his fascination with you was about. Who was he kidding? It was your thighs.

He’s pulled from his thoughts as the bell rings, indicating it’s lunch time. Another hour with you. He’s pleased to see you in the same seat as before. He takes the desk in front of you, snaking his leg around the seat so he sits facing you. He picks up the lunch sack placed at the corner and dumps the contents out onto the desk, pursing his lips as he pokes around at what your moms packed today. Not much of it looks good enough to eat. He sees your cleavage peaking up from your shirt and grins, now that’s appetizing.

“That’s a low cut shirt,” he points out, hooking his finger in the collar and pulls the material down.

Your eyes widen as you pull back and slap his hand away. He smirks, watching as your cheeks redden. You pull your shirt back up, willing the warmth spreading up your thighs to subside as you squeeze them together. You liked this kind of teasing much more and wished he’d just stick to that stuff.

“Can I put my lunch away now or are you not done picking through it?” you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

His mouth scrunches up to the side, like he’s thinking it over before he delicately picks up the baggie filled with apple slices. He opens it and pulls one out, inspecting it carefully before taking a bite of it. He keeps his eyes on yours while he eats it and his gaze gets too intense for you to hold. Shoving the various baggies of food back the paper sack, you keep your eyes focused on your hands. In your peripheral, you notice Billy holding out an apple slice to you. As you peer up, fingers extending to accept the offer, he pulls his hand back and laughs. You give him a defeated look.

“Get it with your teeth, not your fingers,” he instructs, his tone condescending as he offers it again.

You don’t know why, but you listen, taking the apple slice with your teeth. You hate the way he smiles at you, like he knows he could get you to do anything for him. Worst of all, you hate that you would, hate the way he excites you, the way you want to do what he says. You’re worried you might be a whore.

Your mom had warned you about boys like Billy. Boys with pretty eyes and smiles that could corrupt you. Perhaps that’s why you’ve never entertained the thought of being involved with any boy in that way.

He grins sadistically, “Good girl.”

Your breath catches in your throat. His words only making that rising heat harder to ignore.

You’re saved by Mr. Anderson, “Billy. Sit in the goddamn seat properly and stop antagonizing Ms. Y/L/N.”

Billy’s snatching your pencil before he follows the principals order. You think you see him blushing when he’s yelled at but you can’t be sure, it happens too fast. You reach into your pencil case to replace the one he’s stolen, getting started on the chemistry homework you were dreading. You wish he’d distract you again, but he doesn’t. In fact, he doesn’t say another word to you the rest of the hour and you don’t see him the remainder of the school day.

#billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove drabble #billy hargrove fic #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove x female reader #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove #billy hargrove angst

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chocsra · 3 months

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"Eternal Damnation."

PM! dazai x fem! immortal reader

a/n: apolgies for my absence. i was planning to write but everytime i could something piled up 🙁. thank u to @cherylpoptarts for the sudden reqs which piqued my interest immensely. ill work on my pending requests another time. enjoy the angst.

summary: you, an ability user who is able to automatically heal has been alive for centuries, constantly avoiding death. in the midst of it all, you hire an assassination, not for anyone, but yourself.

content warnings: suicide, mercy killing, insanity, assisted suicide, angst, small oneshot/long drabble, pm! dazai, (i hate this sm)

Lukewarm.

A temperature that was not too cold or hot; tepid. Little enthusiasm or indifference.

Similar to the freezing snow cooling down your neck into your back during Japanese winters. Catching snowflakes in the heat of your palm did not melt the bitter cold engulfing your being. Lukewarm was your companion throughout the tedious years of this beautiful thing we call 'living'. Lukewarm is the only comfort you know of.

There was a cut that always bled, never fully healed, the scab that you reckon to always pick off. Lukewarm water would wash over your scabbed wounds, into your eyes, and swallow you whole. You'd watch your loved ones become engulfed in a scorching heat, the bubbling fire scraping and tearing over old, bitter skin.

You'd run your fingers over the freshly new skin and everlastingly massaged joints. You never became old. You never felt hurt. You never were hurt—for long of course. For healing was your salvation, your ability, your gift—your curse.

"Winter is over soon,"

you muttered softly, the melancholic rebirth of nature prospecting over the misty blankets of snow surrounding you. Spring. The season when flower seedlings, trapped beneath infertile soil, reawaken and sprout; revelling in rich petals and leaves, calmly drifting in the cool breeze. You've seen it one too many times; 134—to be exact.

"And that's your reason?"

Your eyelids never falter your solemn, sad look. Continue to stuff your hands deep in your pockets to escape the cooling air, huffing out as you also fidget with the origami you've been toying with. "I'm not sure what you mean," you reply, eyes gazing over to the melting body of water, a local river as you stand over its bridge. For it was a beautiful sight, nature did this annual thing called grow—rebirth, if you may. And as many others hated the cold breeze that nature gifted, somehow, you basked in it. —"You want me to kill you because winter's over soon."

...

Right, you forgot the predicament you were in. Merciful. Yearning. Bright. Though the man beside you excluded the exact opposite of those adjectives, you cannot help but feel this funny thing called desperation—besides, you've heard it all, no 'youngest mafia executive' is truly evil. To you, he is only just a boy, a foolish boy. "I have lots of riches. You can even take my house, it's not dirty money."

"I see,"

A harsh breeze of wind swiftly picked up the origami that you were crafting from your hands, reaching out to grab the piece—a cold hand catches it and holds the folded paper in front of you, extending his hand. "you forget that you can't approach mafiosos on the street pleading for suicide, y'know? That sort of desperation is seen as dirty."

On the surface level, his words seemed like an insult; it was utterly offensive to refer to a person's actions as filthy. However, there wasn't any hint of insult in his voice—he even seemed amused. He, was a young man wrapped around in a beige scarf and black trenchcoat engulfing his entire body; he, was practically swimming in it. He, had brown wavy locks that framed his face. He, for some odd reason, was covered in bandages. —not the gauze you'd find wrapping around wounds, one similar to a mummy. And he, who looked like he lacked self-care, though you would be able to take in his pleasant features.

"Am I pleading?—" You snatch the origami away from his hand, "It's more like a deal. Consider it a paid assassination." the brunette merely scoffs, light air huffing out of his lips as he stuffs his hand back into his pocket. "Our conduct doesn't consist of mercy killing or assisted suicide," the man chuckles, peering along the barely frozen body of water. "nor unarranged business deals. But I'd like to know one thing,"

You lift your gaze meeting his in curiosity, taking in the soft features of his face, yet he brimmed with impurity. The slopes of his cheeks were so slim, and that followed through his lanky frame - a face that didn't seem boyish at all. Merciful. Yearning. Bright. He screamed an antonym of those words —Cruel. Repulsed. Dark.

"Why is it you want to die?" he asks, watching intricately as you brush your thumb continually over the origami you were making: a crafted swan. The brunette seemed rather impressed, watching - your skills seem exactly like traditional art of origamis: something he'd see in an old painting or lost crafts book. Swans - which symbolised eternal love, you seemed anything but loving. Maybe, it had just been eternal. An eternity without love.

"My journey started with helping others live. But once you start taking the breath of living for granted, it becomes the very reason you wish to die. I. suppose I've met my limit with that. With living." you reminisce the past, the melancholic nights under blankets under the same winter—the spring, autumn, or summer. In the blessing of longevity, there was a problem; for what you've gained, there was also lost. Death of others—an eternity without love was your reality. Your resentful condemnation.

"I understand."

At this moment, the mafioso didn't seem so cruel; it was almost sympathetic, you'd think as he gazes over the river. "I've never understood the purpose of living if that makes you feel any better."

...

"You're not very good at comforting, are you?" an unexpected chuckle escaped his lips, "I'd at least expect an immortal to be a nihilist." you remotely scoff at his revelation. "Stupid. There's a reason why I want to die, I understand the meaning of living." the brunette rolls his eyes and clicks his tongue. "Well, I don't understand the meaning of living hence why I want to die."

You chuckle, "For a mafioso, you are sassy."

"For a beauty, you are quite rude." He smiles indifferently.

It's almost funny, actually. How casual that conversation was.

Engulfed in the flames of this beautiful thing we call living, you finally obtain that sweet release of death the moment you intertwine fingers with a young mafioso—one who reeked of death.

The flames that engulfed you were lukewarm, but he was different. He was warm, almost scorching. Scorching an angelic heat that cascaded into the palms of your hand all the way to your shoulders and neck. The feeling was deftly abstract, and you basked in it; the way he'd hold you so close, run bandaged hands over the slope of your cheeks, whisper untangible nothings near the shell of your ear.

"Death is the absence of life, the desire I've been longing to taste since adolescence."

Mist and smoke fill around the room, almost making you feel dizzy. There were a lot of turbulent emotions circulating through your brain. First, you were relieved. You've been insensitive to death for a while, the times you did cry for someone—it was out of relief. The sweet relief that that one person would not have to suffer. You suppose it was the same for yourself. You would meet your demise in the arms of a fallen angel. Fall into the fiery pits of hell, or be welcomed by heaven's gate through a smoky embrace of whiskey and canned crab.

"I'm a bit envious of you, actually," Dazai murmurs, his thumb which was once connected to a trigger, soothingly rubbing your skin. "you'll meet this desire before me." you often wonder, what was the man's infatuation with death? He was in the mafia from a young age, he must've been associated with all forms of death. Ranging from a loved one withering away, to open guts and blood-stained lips. The absence of life can be seen through the empty carcass of one's body, the glint of vitality in their eyes disappearing.

Dazai Osamu was unique. In fact, he never had that glint in his eyes. His carcass was handsome, he was the product of love and passion. However, the eyes—his eyes, which were the window of the soul, were a dark void, abyssal, vantablack. He was unreadable. The brunette's experiences, his beliefs, his spiritual grounding. Dazai Osamu yearned for death, but for what he learned as just a boy, he did not meet death—but became it.

You had a connection. The special origami of a swan—meaning eternal love. He wanted eternal, you wanted love. In the end, none of you were happy. And so, he'll give you peace, and you'll give him understanding. The carcass you're going to become is much different from a being he merely murdered. Dazai moves a hand from interlocking with yours, to cup both of your cheeks. Warm and rosy cheeks.

"I'm sorry,"

He had fluttered his eyes shut and leaned his forehead on your temple. Despite the burning fire ignited by the candle of his flesh alone, his warm and shallow breaths gave you a balmy breather from this feeling called lukewarm.

Crack.

Lukewarm.

"I see you got what you wanted, huh?"

You stood atop a bridge from frozen water with a black scarf snuggled tightly around your neck.

A brunette man averted his gaze to you with a confused stare. The gape of which was rather familiar, one that excluded a slight glint of vitality, but other than that, abyssal. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"

He adjusted the bandage on his finger, in which you assumed he cut his finger on something. "Nope. But I made an extra origami, do you want one?"

Silence. "..Sure."

The mysterious man picked up the crafted paper with suspicion. His gaze softens as he sees a professionally crafted swan. "I feel like we've met before—actually, I'm sure of it."

"Not too sure about that."

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the-possum-writes · 9 months

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You may have gotten a request like this already so please ignore it if you have!

I really enjoy your works so far and I'd like to request the nsfw alphabet with Marshall Lee if that's something you'd like to do! Gender neutral or afab anatomy if that's okay but I really don't mind if you keep it fully gender neutral!

I hope this request finds you well and happy! Thank you for your time to read this ask and for sharing your work, it's very enjoyable to read! (It also helps that I adore possums hehe)

[Marshall Lee NS/FW Alphabet]

Tags: NS/FW, mentions of voyeurism, hcs, dirty alphabet

A/n: Thanks for requesting! Ya'll eating good tonight-! This is for the AT version of Marshall, the F&C Marshall would probs have some differences without the whole vampire thing.

A = Aftercare

Marshall doesn't need sleep so he'll help you clean up asap and lay in bed with you so his low body temperature can help ya cool off, he would also sing you to sleep in compensation if he went too rough on you.

B = Body part

Regarding his partner's, he's fond of your chest. He doesn't breathe so he likes seeing it rise and fall whenever you're panting, and enjoys listening to your heartbeat during cuddle sessions.

As for his body, he likes every aspect of it but if he had to choose it would probably be his eyes. They're the first thing someone sees when he's lurking in the dark.

C= Cum

Slick like glue, and lacks any kind of odor or taste (I guess it's because he's a supernatural creature). He doesn't produce an exaggerated amount of cum in a single shot but he's determined enough to fill you up until it's sliding down your thigh, no matter how many rounds it takes.

D= Dirty Secret

Marshall snuck into your house once cause he wanted to gonna prank you by hiding your toothbrush and other stuff but he accidentally floated in on you in a private time and didn't leave until you finished. Nowadays he knocks before visiting you, but there are times where he touched himself to that memory.

E= Experience

Marshall has been around for thousand years, he knows his likes and dislikes regarding stuff done to him, and what he likes in a partner. He's confident in his performance as well, he has skill and learns fast, he knows that he'll find and exploit your weak points that'll have you sobbing in a good way.

F= Favourite Position

The dude can fly, he likes having you cowgirl (or reverse cowgirl) style while on mid air even though you've told him how dangerous it is.

G= Goofy

Though he gets heavily feral most of the time Marshall is a versatile man who can still crack a laugh even at the most heated times, if he's feeling playful and is on a full teasing rampage he'd use wordplay/puns that depend on the location you two are at.

H= Hair

Marshall is well trimmed but not fully shaved, his pubes are just as dark and wavy as his hair. However, sometimes he'd occasionally try to do funny patterns and would walk out of the bathroom bare ass naked and ask. "Does this look like a bat to you?"

I= Intimacy

Okay so we all know Marshall portrays himself as the residential bad boy and everyone buys it, but in reality he keeps his relationships at an arms length since he's lost people close to him. The guy craves intimacy and it's evident in the small affectionate gestures during sex like how he intertwineds his fingers in your hands, and after sex, he's got his legs tangled in yours, plays with your hair and rests his head on your beating chest.

J= Jack Off

In the early years of vampire hunting he couldn't allow himself a single moment of vulnerability even if his hormones were getting the best of him, but in current times in Aaa where he isn't always on guard he wanks it on occasion here and there when he's lacking company. Once he starts dating you he can't help but stoke himself in front of you when you touch yourself for him.

K= Kink

Pray/Predator play:

He loves playing the part so much. On a full moon he will give you a 10 minute headstart to let you run loose through the woods in that white transparent nightgown he likes so much (fits your role as the helpless victim) as he shape shifts into a wolf or a giant bat and hunts you down by the scent of your arousal alone.

Size difference:

Okay hear me out on this- The guy can shape shift, it would be impossible that he wouldn't develop a knack out of it (especially with the prey/predator thing) when he's near you. He gets a thrill out of it when he's in his bat form, slowly diving you down on his shaft until your thighs come in contact with his fur.

Blood kink:

At first he wasn't interested since he had enough fighting those bloodsuckers (and because it's an obvious thing for him to have). So everyday he fought the blood kink allegations but after years of denying it, its become a new curiosity. He doesn't need to drink the stuff to survive but there's something euphoric about yours that tastes better than any shade of crimson, he'd avoid your neck the first few times but would obtain it from you inner thigh, it's like biting into a lovely jelly donut.

Voyeurism:

It's rude to spy on others but Marshall is well known to watch over others regardless if they're aware of it or not, you'd learn it the hard way when he caught sight of you touching yourself in your private time. In recent times you purposely masturbate in front of him as he sits back in a comfy seat but only after kicking his ass for being a creep.

Exhibitionism: He doesn't mind taking things in a public space like a bathroom stall or just outside a party, he already has his initials marked all over Aaa so a quickie is just another way to mark his place as his.

Praise kink: can't get enough when hearing you say how much you love him, how good he feels inside you or the sensation of his mouth all over you.

L= Location

Anywhere, anytime. The only place he refuses to go is the Nightosphere cause his mom has eyes and ear everywhere and those pesky demons would rattle him out and before he know it his mom is asking for grandchildren.

M= Motivation

It takes so little to rile him up but the fastest way is when you're wearing on of his band shirts.

N= NO

Alright hot take. Although he jokes around with it sometimes; Marshall refuses to actually bite your neck with his fangs. Sure he'll nibble on your neck and bite your shoulder but his fangs never really pierce the skin of your jugular, it brings bad memories of his own forceful transformation and how it made him feel.

O= Oral

Appreciates anyone who's brave enough to let his teeth near their privates.

P= Pace

He goes rough and fast, he knows he gets too carried away but he forgets it right away when he sees you enjoy it as much as he does.

Q= Quickie

Doesn't mind them.

R= Risk

Definitely a risk taker. There's many ways to turn him on and he'd love to share them with you, his safe word is probably something like batshit or fries.

S= Stamia

Impecable. Unless you're a supernatural creature you can't match up with his subhuman self.

T= Toy

Marshall likes them both on himself and on his partner, he likes the dildo varities in particular (when he needs to prepare you for his bat form) and how crazy some designs can get.

U= Unfair

Ultimate tease, if you start taunting Marshall he's gonna return it in an instant. Doesn't care if you're out in public he'll get handsy with you as punishment, and dear glob have mercy on you in the bedroom cause he'd edge that bratty attitude out of you.

V= Volume

He isn't as vocal compared to you when he takes the lead, he would mostly let out an occasional hiss or groan intertwined with his dirty talk or teasing. Buuut, if he's the one on the receiving end he'll cry, whine and moan like a bish.

W= Wild Card

If it wasn't because of his vampire regeneration abilities he'd get dick piercings.

X= x-ray

A nice 9 inches long with a slight curve upwards, he's long but a bit on the slender side like most of his body, it's color is just as pale too but halfway it leads to a small dark gray tip.

Y= Yearning

High libido, watch out. Although he doesn't need to eat or sleep he can still feel lust and hunger which become stronger the longer his needs go unfulfilled.

Z= Zzz

He doesn't really sleep much nor does he get exhausted easily, if he's with a mortal partner he'd pretend to sleep just to keep you company or sing/ play a lullaby on his guitar for you.

#adventure time x reader #Marshall lee #marshall lee x reader #reader insert #nsft alphabet #I'll have to look up more positions cause I was completely dry on that part tbh lol

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portgasdwrld · 10 months

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📂 Ace + Aftercare

Featuring: Ace x fem!reader

Warning: NSFW fluff ??, suggestive, established relationship

Note: I need him 👩🏻‍💻

Ace’s body collapses on top of yours as he reach his high, riding it out by slowly thrusting in and out of you. His cum dripping out of your pussy, sticky skin and heavy breath is how you like sex with him.

His low moans are muffled in the crook of your neck as you softly moaned his name, letting your fingers brush his nude torso, up to his wavy hair. Nose pressed against his warm skin and eyes closed, you let your body enjoy the intimacy with the person you loved.

You feel him slowly come back to his senses as he pushes himself up, now sitting between your legs as he’s looking at the mess he made. He smirk satisfied to see you like this, all his.

-You like what you’re seeing?

You tease him noticing his smirk and the way his hands rubbed against your thighs. He nods with a shy smile as he props himself next to you after sliding out his soft dick out of you. You roll over, now resting your head on his chest. You stare at his freckled face wondering how pretty he was. His hair was slightly wet from the sweaty session you two just had and it just made him look so much hotter to your eyes.

His gaze shifts to you as he wrap his arm around your shoulder holding you tightly. He grins and kisses you forehead.

-Im so sleepy, but I gotta clean the mess I made.

He mutters with a yawn while playing with your hair mindlessly. You chuckle and push yourself away from him agreeing. An arm supporting your torso up, you use your free arm to slightly tap his torso cheering him up to bring a wet towel.

-Let’s go big boy, your cum is still dripping out of me.

-Oh yeah ?

He cocks an eyebrow with a teasing smile. He quickly wrap his big arms around your body and pull you into him to give you plenty of kisses on your face, your neck, your lips.

-Aceeee

You whine as you two laugh through the whole scene. His sweet giggle ringing in your ears as he finally let you go and watches you fix your hair while you throw him an unserious disapproving look. One of his hand trail your nude thighs slightly going up not breaking the eye contact he has with you, his mischievous grin growing more and more.

-Im exhausted, dont start it.

You warn him while pushing his hand away that was few millimetres away from your pussy. He pouts giving you his best puppy eyes, but your simply roll your eyes.

-You know it’s not gonna end if we keep going, baby

You try to resonate him as you kiss his soft lips.

-Sounds better than sleep on my watch

He retorts with a cocky grin. You lay down again pushing the sheets over your body with furrowed eyebrows.

-I wanna be able to walk tomorrow babe…

-Fair enough?

He concludes with a chuckle. Your boyfriend brushes his hair out of his face as he sit on the bed, now stretching his arms. He gets out of bed and quickly wore his boxer that was laying on the floor. He leaves for few minutes before coming back with a wet towel. His lips curve when he sees you waiting for him with a smile.

You remember teaching him what was aftercare, because the poor guy was so lost when you first brought it up. He never had a serious relationship before you, so he never had to think about those type of stuff. Even though, he finds it tiring at times when all he wants to do is collapse in your arms and sleep, he knows it’s important for you and honestly it make the whole act a lot better.

You push away the sheets, opening your legs letting him clean you up. He softly rubs the warm towel against your core and your thighs making sure to clean everything. You watch him do as you relax to his touch once again. You let your head fall on the pillow until he exclaimed that he was done.

He happily jumps back in bed laying his head on your breast letting your arms this time wrap him up. He loves being the small spoon after sex. It makes him feel all safe and loved. You chuckle at his childlike attitude and peck the top of his head, letting your fingers caress his broad shoulders.

-Ace?

-Mmm?

He hums with his eyes closed. God, he’s so pretty. You brush your thumb over his soft cheek and smile to yourself.

-I love you so much

You whisper earning him to open his eyes and look up to you, locking his eyes with yours.

-You do?

He asks mostly to make sure, than anything else. Your eyes soften as you kiss his forehead. A giggle left your mouth, because he was asking you this like you don’t tell him everyday how much you love and care about him.

-Of course I do, big idiot~

-I love you too

He mutters while resting his head comfortably on your chest and closing his eyes again. You watch his lips creep into a smile before you two fall asleep embraced in each others warmth.

#tomiewrites🌷#one piece #one piece headcanons #portgas ace x you #portgas d ace #one piece x reader #portgas ace smut #ace one piece #ace smut #portgas d ace fluff #portagas d. ace #portgas d ace x reader #portgas ace x reader #portgas d ace smut #portgas ace fluff #asl one piece #one piece ask blog

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targaryenrealnessdarling · 6 months

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I Gave You My Heart

14/12: Hand Holding & Dry Humping - Billy Washington Word Count: 2.1k~ | Warnings: grinding, p in v sex, horniness as a result of drinking alcohol

12 Days of Smuff Masterlist

Christmas was always a difficult time of year for Billy.

To most, it was a happy, cheerful time, when families would gather, stuff themselves with as much meat as they could manage, drink as much wine as they wanted without stumbling into the garden shed (as his dad did the year before, to which his mum still hasn’t let him forget) and pass out on the sofa before the King’s speech could even come on tele.

To Billy, as with most years he gathered at his parent’s house, it was just another opportunity for his parents, sister and extended family to badger him with the usual abundance of questions.

How’s the job hunt going? Not well? Aw, well there’ll be something out there for you. Just have to keep at it.

No girlfriend yet?

You’re still looking for a job?

Lana not here yet? She’s doing well isn’t she?

He felt that if he had to go through yet another year of it, he’d go ballistic.

Aunties. Uncles. Cousins. He hugged them all on arrival, but felt very little.

But this year was different.

There was an element of protection she provided. A buffer, so to speak. And Billy being Billy, didn’t want to lean on her for that buffer, but was relieved all the same when she didn’t mind.

How did she do it?

How did she smile through it? Remain polite, despite the fact that it was socially sapping and emotionally draining to be around this many new people at once, all bombarding her with questions.

She was the shiny new item to a mischief of magpies, and all his aunties were babbling like turkeys at her, taking all the attention away from him. To his relief.

He watched her with a warmth to his face, a can of cheap beer in one hand, leaning against the radiator in the hallway to warm his backside.

She entertained them with brief, vague answers, but still somehow managed to keep that smile to her face he loved so much. Perhaps he was just wavy from the alcohol, he couldn’t tell. But he did realise he was flushing with embarrassment when her eyes clapped on him from across the room, and he realised he’d been caught staring.

His heart rate skyrocketed as she excused herself and crossed the room like she was floating, the Christmas cracker tissue paper crown was still somehow perched on the top of her head, whether she realised it or not.

“What you doing here by yourself, Wash?” she smiled.

He’d almost forgotten to move his lips to reply, his face was so hot.

“Making use of the central heating to warm your arse?” she prodded with a cheeky smile, turning to stand beside him, pressing her own back to the radiator and sighing as the warmth spread through her body from the middle outwards.

“Have my aunties bored you to death?” he asked, smirking beneath the rim of his can as he sipped.

She laughed through her nose, “That obvious?” she smiles, “Nah, it’s alright. Much better company than my house on Christmas Day, anyway. At this point, my dad’d be a snoring mess on the sofa and mum’d be fretting about Boxing Day lunch”.

In his alcohol-addled state, the raising of Billy’s eyebrows was a bit unmatched, alongside the lazy smile on his face, “I can picture that”.

She raised her own eyebrow at the way he seemed to subtly sway, despite being stood.

“What number’s this?” she asked with a knowing smirk.

And she watched with amusement as the cogs inside Billy’s head visibly turned, trying to form a memory of how many cans he’d swiped from his dad’s fridge before now.

“Um…4? I think?”

“You think?”

He pressed his lips together, trying not to laugh out of embarrassment.

The heat once again rose to his chiselled features, something she would never not find endearing about him. Sometimes it was worth saying something risque or embarrassing just to see this beanpole of a man blush.

His baby blue’s glimmered with drunkenness as he looked over at her, for a moment searching her face as if he was ticking off all boxes that were labelled with her features. Her eyes. Her lips. The gentle slant of her cheeks. The shape of her nose. How her dimples sank in when she smiled lovingly at him.

He was sure nobody in his life had ever looked at him the way she did.

It made him feel good and also like he wanted to hide at the same time.

“You wanna get home soon?”

He nodded without even thinking. God, he fucking loved her for that. The way she was able to know when he was socially complete without him having to say it.

Leaving in any British household, especially on Christmas Day, is an event in itself.

It takes twenty minutes minimum, to pack up all the things you have, piling the presents you’ve received into various bags for life, and giving a ceremonial hug and a peck on the cheek to all who are still awake and present. Often people who you’d circle back to once you finally made it to the door, graced with yet another hug goodbye.

It was solemnly enchanting, the clear roads on Christmas Day, the ice that clung to the side of the roads, and the grit that coated the middle. Christmas music blared through her radio, muffled by static, and about the sixtieth time that BBC Radio 1 had played ‘All I Want For Christmas is You’. And they’d both laughed, delirious from over-socialising, when she’d realised only halfway through the drive back home, that she was still wearing the shoddy tissue paper crown.

“Was Santa good to you this year?” she’d asked jokingly, briefly turning her head from the red light.

He huffed a laugh, “He’s about to be when we get home”.

She rolled her eyes, shifting the car into first, but unable to help the smile that rose to her face.

Billy’s flat was donned with the basics of Christmas decorations.

Fairy lights along the headboard of the bed, a tiny plastic tree on the side table, several tea lights along the TV stand and finally, the pièce de résistance, the scented faux pine candle sat in the middle of the coffee table. Lit and extinguished this morning, but still managed to fill the room with a pleasant woody fragrance.

Billy talked big when he was a bit drunk. But she knew him better than that.

And though Billy might have wanted to tear all her clothes off, pull her to the nearest flat surface and let her know all he’d wanted for Christmas, all he was able to do was snuggle in behind her on the sofa, throw one arm around her waist and kiss the top of her head as his brain swam.

It was just noise mostly, something to fill the comfortable silence as the late afternoon became late evening, the tea lights illuminating the front room with a pleasant atmosphere. She was sure he’d fallen asleep, the hand that was over her middle now firmly in hers, his long digits intertwined with her small ones. Not that she minded. She simply held his hand, using her other to scroll through her phone with the volume turned down so he wouldn’t wake up.

She clicked her phone off when she felt his arm tighten around her middle, tugging her back closer to him and turned her head up to smile at him, “Billy”.

His eyes were closed as if half asleep, his dark blonde eyelashes moving to betray the fact that he was indeed awake, but he only hummed, his hips chasing hers to grind against her backside. The alcohol had fuelled his desire, but had hindered his actual ability to act on said desires, and he made a noise of frustration when his body hadn’t reacted the way he wanted.

“...‘m sorry…”, he mumbled quietly, speech slurred endearingly.

“For what?”

“...’ts my little soldier…can’t…”

She had to press her lips together to stifle a laugh, not used to or remembering Billy being this loose-lipped under the influence of alcohol. All the while he was still pressing his soft and clothed length against your backside, willing his ‘little soldier’ to life, to no avail.

It was both endearing and amusing, that even in the state Billy was in he was trying, and god he really was trying, to initiate intimacy, fully knowing that the likelihood was that he wasn’t going to be able to. Much much too drunk to even think straight.

“It’s alright, Billy, just go to sleep, ok?”

He huffed much like a child would when you refused him something.

“...but it’s Christmas…”

“Sex on Christmas Day is no better than sex on any other day. Just get some sleep, okay?”

He sighed, slumping his head onto the cushion in something akin to defeat, fingers still threaded through hers on her stomach. But not a moment later, she heard his steady breaths and threw the blanket over him as well as her and laid her head down as well.

Waves of consciousness kept pulling her to the surface, a pleased sound falling from her lips as she parted them, feeling all warm both against her flesh and tugging in her gut as well.

She could feel Billy’s hot puffs of air against her neck and ear, the hair there reacting to his quickened breaths as they stood on end, her brain failing to realise quickly enough what was going on, and why her boyfriend lay behind her, was breathing so quickly.

That was until she heard him whimper, a stuttered moan following it.

“Mm…Billy?..”

Her eyelashes fluttered open, and instead of the warm ropes of sleep tugging her down it was something else, something hardpressing against her and chasing friction. His grip on her hands was so tight, his knuckles were almost white from the effort of holding back.

By now the candles had all burned out, save one, and the sky outside was pitch black, with the smallest flurry of snow decorating the darkness.

Hours had gone by.

She jumped when she felt his hands, colder than she expected, dip beneath her jumper and shirt, pressing his large palm against the flesh of her stomach, his little finger teasingly sliding beneath the waistband of her underwear.

“Sorry - babe, I need you…”

She could feel how impossibly hard he was through his jeans, chasing friction with every cant of his hips, using one hand to unzip them with difficulty as his other held onto her like she might disappear.

Freeing his length from his boxers, Billy almost moaned aloud when he saw that she was pulling her own jeans down as well, having woken more than aroused at the idea he was grinding against her searching for pleasure. So he made use of his hand and turned her face towards him, enveloping her soft, puffy lips with his own in a warm, wet kiss, not pausing for a moment to think about anything else other than having her right now, as he’d dreamt of doing since Christmas morning.

She nearly gasped when he slid his thick manhood into her, sheathing himself inside her in one, smooth confident movement, as if nothing, nothing, was going to stop him from basking in the warmth she offered.

In this position, with her thighs squeezed together, and his hand on her hips, pulling her back to him with each desperate thrust, it felt like so much more. And every blow to the sweet spot that lay deep inside her felt so utterly maddening, that her brain, still rising from sleep, felt like it was being shaken around.

She came with a choked cry, her grip on his wrist where his nimble fingers were applying frustratingly little pressure to her bud as he continued to piston into her. And when she was so close to begging him to stop from overstimulation, Billy leaned back a little, his teeth grazing against her neck and one hand palming her backside to push himself deeper as he too came with a long, broken whine.

His chest moved against her back with his heavy breathing, sucking in air into his lungs after the craze he’d just fallen over.

Billy pressed kisses to her neck and jaw in a sort of admiration, moving slightly with his length still buried inside her, eliciting a whimper from her as well as the friction.

She felt his eyelashes move against her cheek when he opened his eyes, “Did we really just shag with Die Hard on in the background?” he chuckled breathily.

This time, she couldn’t hold back her tired laugh, swatting his arm playfully, “you’re such a dickhead.”

He smiled wearily, turning her face once more to capture her swollen lips in a kiss, more tender this time without the urgency of desire.

“What was that about Christmas Day sex?” he prodded.

She furrowed her brows and double-tapped her phone.

23:49.

Cheeky fucker.

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devourable · 1 year

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If you’re okay with it, what are your nsfw headcanons for the delinquents? Like as a group (if they do that) and individually?

i'm getting to it!!!! goddamn /lh

ty for the compliments though ahh 😭❤️❤️❤️ i try my best,, hopefully i'll get some more done now that i'm done w the mermaids,

sfw on top ; nsfw beneath!

🚬 the delinquents | mattias, judas, aaron, dominic

· mattias and judas are the ones with the most free time; meaning they're the two who you often hang out with the most. the experience is a bit polarizing because despite them being practically polar opposites, they get along incredibly well; it isn't uncommon for mattias to crack the most stupid jokes ever and for judas to laugh at them. it isn't unusual for them to drag you along to their less-than-legal shenanigans; judas usually keeping you occupied while mattie stuffs his pockets with stuff that he thinks you'd like. they'll laugh it off if you catch them in the act (they already did it, so... may as well enjoy the spoils, right?)

· aaron and dominic do their best to free up time to spend with you, but in the circumstances they can't, they're texting you constantly. they have two different groupchats; one with all five of you, and one specifically for aaron and dom where they'll text you/each other their schedules and what they plan to do when they can spend time with you again. they don't even slightly care if your schedule conflicts with theirs, they will be getting you out of it one way or another.

· they are the definition of 'boys will be boys'. they're all pretty smart on their own (save for mattie), but when they're all together? they share one collective braincell that pings between the four of them. they can and will get distracted by the dumbest things ever, and if one of them gets an idea for something, there's a solid chance the rest of them will follow suit with it. they are not above trying to drag you along with them (especially if you also have next to no braincells to speak of). they will literally get distracted by a cool bug if you send them to do an errand for you.

appearance wise, this is how i imagine them ;

mattias - shortish wavy red hair, pale skin, grey eyes. he has a gap in his two front teeth! his body is lithe and pretty skinny, noodly boy. he has a scar on his stomach. yes, you can kiss it, he will love that.

judas - black hair thats curly on top and shaved on the sides, dark brown skin, light greenish-hazel eyes. he has freckles but they're hard to see if you don't look closely. decently muscular but still a bit on the squishy side <3

aaron - medium length dark brown hair, tired pitch black eyes, tan skin, average build with a bit of muscle on him. he has beauty marks peppering his entire body and one of his teeth are chipped. it's a little bit of an insecurity for him.

dominic - curly black hair, brown eyes, light tan skin — kind of like the inverse of aaron lol? average build but he's closer to the skinnier side. he has a very distinctive birthmark on his face that he always gets a bit flustered over if people make comments about it.

nsfw below the cut, MDNI!

the boys don't really sleep with each other, but they have messed around a few times; especially aaron and dominic, given how long they've known each other (they were each other's first everything!). it's less of them being attracted to each other and more of them being a sort of stress relief for one another if two or more of them are in the mood. best friends help each other out!

mattias is the most likely to initiate something between himself and the other guys, especially if you're involved. he has a bit of an exhibitionism kink, purposefully trying to get it on with you in common areas with the hope that one of his friends will walk in on it and join. he's veeeery touchy, has the tendency to hump/grind against you through his clothes while you're making out because he wants you to feel just how worked up you got him. he likes it almost as much as the actual act of sex, in fact.

judas tends to avoid initiating anything as a whole, but if you come onto him or he's real pent up, he can and will drag you off to any private space he can find for you to share. he's into riskier settings — not in the way mattias is, though, he likes doing it in places you'd get caught in in normal circumstances (such as a park at night, a bathroom in a closed business, an abandoned building, etc etc). has a thing for making you make lots of noises. he loves hearing you say his name.

dominic is a massive voyeur, plain and simple. anything that has to do with watching you, whether that be watching you get railed by one of his friends or a video that one of them took for you, he's all for it. in the event that he walks in on you and one (or more) of his friends having some fun, he's content to watch — unless you ask him to join, of course! he's also very much into receiving. anything involving your hands or mouth on him is enough to drive him nuts.

aaron likes bondage and has a breeding kink, especially when jointed with one another. he loves tying you down and seeing how many times he can get himself to cum in you, muttering about how he's gonna knock you up one way or another (regardless of your gender, lest that makes you dysphoric). he also has a kink for marking of all types, whether that be hickies/bruises or literally marking his/his friend's names on your body. either way, he's taking pictures of you and sharing it to your groupchat later <3

all together, they work pretty well with one another. dominic's content to sit back and watch his friends have their fun with you, mattie and dom are likely the ones actually fucking you, and judas is probably recording the entire thing. the dynamic varies slightly when it's only two or three of them, but for the most part, they have an entire system on how they please you.

#🚬 the delinquents #lovesick | ocs #inbox | anons #inbox | intynidad #yandere x reader #yandere boy #yandere x you #yandere x oc #yandere smut #yandere nsft #yandere lemon #yandere boys #polyam yanderes #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere nsft headcanons #yandere smut headcanons #im on a fuckin roll today

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itskattkm · 5 months

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The air in my lungs

Chapter 6

Cairo Sweet x Fem Reader

Summary: A stroke of fate changes you and leads you into the arms of Cairo Sweet. Will she be your downfall or save you?

Warnings: 18+, Grief, Injuries, Smoking, Trauma, anxiety, sexual content, student x teacher mentioned, harm, blackmailing, bad grammar

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You were lying on your stomach, with the arms under your pillow, breathing quite and steady when Cairo began to caress the scars on your back gently. You could feel her fingertips moving carefully above the higher parts of the scars. It’s been almost a month now. They were healed but still, somehow fresh. They were pretty pink and it would take some time before they would turn lighter and become a bit smoother.

Cairo was resting her upper body on one arm while watching your back. Scanning every scar, trying to figure out how the accident happened. She couldn’t stop thinking about the details, what you must have been feeling like when it happened and what it was like for you after the crash.

Her long, now wavy hair was falling slightly into your face, you didn’t cared, you had your eyes closed anyways while relaxing right beside her in bed. You could still hear the rain outside, the thunder had stoped some time ago. Cairo was wearing one of your shirts you had offered her so she wouldn’t be freezing cause the thunderstorm had really cooled down the heat in your town. Suddenly you felt something soft and wet on one of your scars across the shoulder blade. You released some air satisfied and had immediately goosebumps all over your body the moment you noticed that Cairo just kissed one of your scars and kept caressing them in general.

You loved this. And you could have stayed like this for the rest of the day or maybe forever. You never liked being close to someone, you never thought you would be in a situation like this. The scars in your back weren’t a thing you were ashamed of. You didn’t cared about something like that after barely dying. They weren’t pretty, that was a fact. But still… you were okay. And Cairos touch was so soft… it made you almost fall back asleep.

“I was a bit sad or well… confused that one day when your were acting so mean in swimming class…” began Cairo to speak so quite that alone her voice made you feel another wave of goosebumps. “so Winnie and I tried to find out why”.

You weren’t surprised to hear this, almost everyone in school wanted to know what happened to you, mostly because you had changed your way of styling and your personality mostly. But you were surprised that Cairo cared enough to really find out why you acted so different towards her that day, that made you smile into your arm, wich Cairo couldn’t see.

“…I’m so sorry y/n” she whispered and then moved to snuggle up her body onto yours. Her hand still on your back while her head was now beside yours on the pillow.

So Cairo knew about the accident and about the loss of your mother. She knew.

You looked at Cairo as if she read your deepest, darkest secrets. You felt so surprised that Cairo knew something as personal about you. You always thought of Cairo as someone who you didn't need to talk about personal stuff with, but it seems as if you were completely wrong in this moment. "Cairo... how did you know about that?" You asked, your face completely surprised right now.

Cairos eyes wandered along your face while caressing your shoulder now since she had pulled her arm around it in some way. “Winnie was walking around the whole school and asked probably anyone she could find. Later we found some old news articles about the accident online”. Your face now had a look of disappointment on her face mixed with some sadness. "I... I haven't told anyone about this... and yet you and Winnie have known this whole time." You said softly. You felt suddenly embarrassed and angry over the fact that this was already known. Only your friends and some teacher knew about this. You didn’t wanted the whole school to know about this. "I'm so..." you stopped talking at this moment but Cairo already knew what she wanted to say right now.

“Your friends knew y/n and we managed to find them and asked what happened to you.

I saw your scars after swimming and I was so worried and didn’t understood why you panicked in the water but now I do… please don’t be mad” said Cairo and had such a worrying and soft look in her dark eyes that you immediately got quite and looked away.

You couldn't help it. You couldn't even look Cairo in the eyes anymore after having one of your most private and personal things being known for a long time now. You felt angry with Winnie and with Cairo now. But did you have the right to be angry now? You felt so overwhelmed by this that you weren’t sure how to feel about this. Keeping things private was important for you… and now two more people or even more knew about it. "I... I don't like to talk about that Cairo... please." You said and tried to stay friendly while your voice was slowly growing more and more quiet. You were trying so hard not to get mad at Cairo now, but it was so hard for you in this moment to not feel like this.

Why did it even bother you? So what, a few more people knew about it now. But still you felt suddenly so much anger inside you that you didn’t knew how to let it free. At this point you were clenching your teeth so hard, you felt your jaw getting numb.

You sighed and then turned around so your face would be facing Cairo. You needed some distance now. Cairo moved herself as close to you as physically possible right now while seeing you turn you back towards her completely. Cairo's eyes were filled with concern right now as she was suddenly so scared that you would never talk to her again now. "Y/n... don't push me away now..." Cairo whispered quietly right now with her eyes moving along her body to read her current state.

“It’s just-“ you tried to keep your breathing calm, closing your eyes so you wouldn’t feel overwhelmed by the memories. Your heart racing fast feeling your eyes getting teary.

“It’s hard to talk about it…” you whispered and tried to not make your voice break mid talking. Cairo couldn't hold back anymore she hugged you even tighter now. You could feel her body against your back, while her arms were wrapped tight around you. "Y/n... I'm so sorry right now... I can only imagine how hard this has must been for you and I... I know that it must be hard for you... but... I... I didn't know how hard it really was for you y/n. I'm so sorry." Cairo said when she buried her face in the back of your neck while she spoke. You turned around and hid your face immediately in her neck while wrapping your arms around her. Holding onto her.

Cairo was so happy in that moment, having you still by her side. She hugged you back tightly while not letting go of you until you would decided to let go. "I should have asked yourself instead of making research... I know that I messed up, I’m sorry y/n." Cairo whispered softly to you. “Don’t be… you were just curious I guess. I probably would have been too” you whispered and raised your head to take a deep breath and let it all out. Cairo wrapped her leg around you to keep you in place while her head rested under your chin. She felt a lot better after hearing the words come out of your mouth now. She felt so much happier and relieved. "You're right y/n... I was just curious and a bit worried that's all. I didn't mean to..." Cairo said while her voice grew calmer again. She was so glad that you weren’t mad at her right now. She felt such peace of mind in this moment with you in her arms. "Is... Is there anything I can do to make up for it? To win your trust maybe?" Cairo asked in a luring whisper tone.

You moved slightly so you could look into her eyes before you said barely audible “just stay…”. There was a short silence before you kissed her slow and gentle. Cairo's whole body felt so warm right now as she felt your lips touch her own. It felt so special, so beautiful right now. She kissed you back after your kiss, wanting to stay in this moment forever and ever. She wanted to feel your lips against her own again and again. "I'm yours y/n... I'm... I'm yours." Cairo whispered right, her voice growing softer with every word she spoke.

It was darker outside since the stone grey clouds were still on the sky. It may had stopped raining for now but Cairo was sure it would be raining for the next three days since the heat wave had been there for weeks. „Thank you for driving me home“ Cairo said with a loving smile before leaning over and giving you gentle kiss on the lips. You felt goosebumps creeping up your neck

As her lips met yours and left a feeling you were getting addicted to on you.

“No problem…” you whispered quite when their lips separated, you could feel your lips being slightly wet, the tingling getting intense. “If you want you can come in…” Cairo said quite and watched your reaction. Her parents should have been at their flight by now. It was a wonder they were even there this morning. You smiled and felt a slight blush on your cheeks while looking past Cairo. “Maybe next time, seems like someone’s waiting for you”.

Cairo looked confused at you and then followed your gaze to see Winnie standing in front of your gate raising her hands like “for real girl?”. Her eyes were wide and Cairo couldn’t hide her grin when she looked back at you. “I’ll see you tomorrow then… bye” she said with excitement and kissed you one more time before getting out of your car and walking towards the gate where Winnie was waiting.

“Okay you skipped tho whole day with y/n?! did you at least get laid?!” She asked excited and hit slightly Cairos shoulder. Seeing that bug grin in Cairos lips made Winnie even more excited and restless.

"Yeah... I got laid Winnie..." Cairo smiled widely as she spoke and used the vocabulary Winnie always tend to use.. She wasn't lying and she felt like finally having a connected with you in every way. She could feel every part of you and now she was sure that she truly wanted you with her whole heart. Cairo didn't even care about your scars or anything else that would considered you as "unattractive" by many others. You were her goddess in every way possible."I loved every single part of her Winnie... and... and..."

Cairo struggled to open the door to the mansion. Smiling wide, almost blushing. Winnie grinned wide and said curious “and?”

"I think I love her Winnie... and I... I wanna be with her forever. I know it's crazy right now Winnie, but... but it's true... I know I've never had the experience of sex... but..." Cairo took a deep breath and tried to calm down while speaking to Winnie. She then managed to put the right key into the lock of the door and stopped, looking at Winnie serious "Winnie... you're kind of my best friend... And you're gonna be the one that sees me get married to y/n if this ever happens... I'll never forget what you did for me Winnie." Cairo said as her voice grew softer and softer.

Winnie looked at Cairo with raised brows and fought hard to not laugh. “Listen babe, I think your body really needed some good sex because no one talks like this after having it once” Cairo rolled her eyes and opened the door. Winnie laughed and nudged her before putting her arm around Cairos shoulders. “I mean… love? Are you sure? I think you’re still in the haze of being so intimate with y/n fucking y/l/n”. Cairo shrugged her shoulders.

“You know. All this teasing and being flirty was really putting some sexual tension between us. The was that constant hunger and lust I felt but then… it changed into something way more intimate. I can’t explain… but I know that I feel good with her” Cairo said deep in thoughts, walking up the stairs in the big hallway. Winnie chuckled “I thought it was only about the sex, I guess that girl really did something to you”.

"I know we're both so young right now Winnie and I know that this sounds crazy right now... but... but it's true. I think y/n and I are gonna be something special together. I mean that's what I felt when I was with her Winnie. I felt like I could be completely vulnerable with y/n. She made me feel like I could tell her everything. I just wanna be with y/n forever Winnie, right now." Cairo said while putting her backpack down as soon as she entered her bedroom. “Well if so, then I’m happy to hear that but for real... How was it… your first time?” Winnie asked and then smiled cheeky at Cairo while lying down in her bed. “Was it as dirty as in your writings? Was it hot and rough or? Did she go easy on you before taking your virginity? Wait… were you on the top maybe?” Winnie’s grin got wider and wider with every question. Her heart beating fast, feeling excited to hear the answers.

"It was... It was wonderful Winnie. It really was. Everything... Just felt so right between y/n and I." Cairo said without giving any details, feeling suddenly so shy, not able to use any dirty words now, while smiling gently at Winnie now. She couldn't contain herself right now as she felt so good right now with y/n in her life. “Oh! And you know what?” Cairo said excited with a teasing tone while getting undressed, her clothes were still wet and she wanted to get changed. After putting on some shorts she turned around and gave Winnie a cheeky grin sayin “it was her first time too”.

The moment those words left Cairos mouth, she could see Winnie’s eyes falling out right of her skull. Mouth opened wide in shock. "really!? Y/n... y/n first time? You’re joking right?” Cairo kept grinning devilish and put on the rest of her clothes, she felt so happy and lucky in this moment right now.

“Wow… another proof that looking hot and all doesn’t mean your having sex 24/7” said Winnie speechless. She laid down on Cairos bed Looking for her lipgloss in her bag “we should celebrate this” she said. "I'd love to Winnie." Cairo said as she laid down beside her and looked at the ceiling. She felt so happy right now with you now, with y/n being her first and her also being your first now. "I think I finally understand why people fall in love for their whole lives now Winnie... I feel like y/n is the reason I'm gonna be in love for the rest of my life and... I don't think I'll see anyone as beautiful as y/n ever again." Cairo said.

Winnie could feel how excited Cairo was about this whole thing. Cairo felt completely in love with you right now. She felt that y/n was her everything. And she knew she had to protect y/n with her whole heart. "Cairo... I know this sounds crazy right now but... but keep it slow... you need to give such things time before saying your in love and stuff” said Winnie a bit serious now. Yeah Winnie was always joking a round with a slight truth behind it, she had a dirty mouth and mind as well. But she what Cairo was capable off and she wasn’t sure if Cairo was being honest or if this started to be a obsession. They both were friends, if they had to define what they were in one word. It may seemed as Winnie was the bolder and controlling one between the both of them. But the truth was that Winnie was fucking scared of Cairo. That girl seemed innocent but could be the devil in disguise. Winnie knew her limits and boundaries. She knew how Cairos personality could change within seconds if something should trigger her. So yeah. Winnie was indeed excited for her, but she was also scared of the things that would come with that.

“I know what I’m doing…” said Cairo in a quiet and calm way. But there was a tone hidden in it that made Winnie go quiet and feeling scared.

The next morning in school y/n attended later her class. She had another talk with the coach since the last argument. They talked without so what happened back then wouldn’t happen again.

After speaking out things with the coach, y/n made her way to her classroom. Slowly she opened the door without knocking. She didn’t wanted everyone to turn around and watch her sit down on her table. The moment Miss Perry saw you entering the room, you achieved a quiet mood from her. She was informed that you would be in a meeting with Coach Rey so she kept talking about the different perspectives on the book you were currently reading in class.

The moment Cairo saw the teacher nodding she knew you were there. She didn’t turned around to look into your y/e/c eyes. Instead she texted you via her laptop. "You're late today y/n." You were smirking, enjoying that she was thinking about you, enjoying the fact that it must have been bothering her that you wasn’t here till now. “Had a conversation with Coach Rey…” you answered her and looked at the back of her head, admiring her beauty. Cairo read the text sent you and instantly got curious about what you had to say, so much to the point where she decided to reply to you right after. "What did she say? Did you talk things out?" Cairo asked while texting you with a straight face not showing much expression like she used to before. “The last time I talked to her she didn’t seemed to care about my incident and the trauma I took with me from it, but after seeing what happened in our last swim session... let’s say I’m free from the classes for now. But she wants me to try… and swim at least one track once in the week after school. She would be there and check on me… other wise she would have to make me fail the class”

Fail. A word that caused anger inside of Cairo. She looked over and over again your message. Not realizing she had been clenching her teeth. Her heart beating harder. She inhaled deep before letting the air out of her lungs again. Fail. She repeater the word in her mind. No. Cairo indeed didn’t like the word and the things it was bringing with it. And the thought that you would be alone with the coach? Something bothered while thinking about this.

“I’ll make sure you won’t fail” she send you after a while. You smiled slight, feeling curious about it. Trying to understand what she could mean by that message. So you shrugged your shoulders slight and tried to get your attention to the class.

Cairo didn't even pay attention to what the teacher was saying anymore. She was just so caught up in the feeling your text made her feel. She turned her head to the side, looking over her shoulder to see you. Seeing your beauty, your strong side and also your vulnerable side, you were her everything now and she had to keep you. You looked down at your laptop and began to type. Cairo just continued to stare at you with an expression that was hard to read, but it was making you feel a bit intimidated.

A flick on Cairos screen made her stop staring at you. “You’re breaking your neck if you keep staring” she rode in her head and couldn’t help but smirk slightly, she could hear your teasing tone out of that message. Did she felt guilty for staring at you right now without even realizing it? Not at all. But was she slightly embarrassed? Yes she was. She felt so lucky that you didn't take it too seriously though so she laughed it off a little. "Sorry... I didn't mean it... I... I can't help it y/n... you're just..." Cairo texted.

“It’s okay… I mean you’re sitting in the first row. You can’t watch me like I watch you without getting caught” you answered in a slight flirty way. Cairo felt so happy in this moment right now. She felt confident with you, she felt like she could trust you with anything and everything and she just didn't want to keep anything hidden in the closet of her mind right now. "I think the teacher is gonna be mad if she sees you looking at them me... but I know I won't be mad at all if I see you looking at me y/n." Cairo texted with a big smile on her face.

“Yeah I just need to be careful, you make me drift away with my thoughts pretty badly. If the teacher wants an answer from me I probably wouldn’t hear her” you admitted, trying to flirt a bit. Cairo held a laugh back after hearing reading this and decided to make a joke about the situation they were in. "if you're so focused on me right now... and the teacher tries to ask for something from you... does that mean I'm more important right now y/n?" Cairo wrote as she turned back to face you again, smiling cheeky.

“Maybe” you whispered after reading her message when your eyes met hers. Cairo smiled wide and was fighting not to blush. She felt that you were just teasing her and she enjoyed it all. "Well y/n. If that's true... then... well… i have to admit that I rather be focused on you instead of this boring lesson." She message you while turning back around.

After that isn’t long till the bell rang, wich em at they had a short break before next class would start. Cairo was so excited right now. She couldn't even focus on anything else right now besides you. She was waiting for class to end the whole time so she could talk with you "Hey y/n... can i talk to you?" Cairo asked you when she approached your desk you were sitting on, feeling like she was about to confess her feelings right now. She just wanted to tell you how much she loved cared for you, without sayin I love you, Winnie was right. Saying those words, words that were powerful, words that were easy for some people and hard for others. She couldn’t say them yet. Deep down she believed it was indeed love but she wanted to wait, to make sure she wasn’t blinded by your affection. Besides that she wanted to know if you felt the same way right now and how things would keep going between the both of you.

“Sure… let’s get some coffee then” you said calm with a cute smile that made Cairo melt right away. Your smile looked so hot… she began sweating for a moment. You began to pack your stuff before getting up and making your way to the hallways with Cairo and getting some coffee in the canteen. After you both got your cups, you two made your way to the back of the school and sat down on the stair since it was mostly private there. Both were getting all the fresh air that still smelled like rain. Cairo felt so happy right now after spending some time with you alone and she knew that right now was the perfect time to tell you how much she liked you right now. You probably already sensed it but Cairo wanted to make things clear. She felt so nervous and she didn't know what to say and how to start talking to you now.

After the thunderstorm yesterday, today everything seemed to be covered in fog and mist. That’s why the most students stayed inside the building.

Cairo liked looking at the fog and mist outside of the school with you. Her eyes looked up at the sky while you both drank coffee. "Can I tell you how I feel about you right now y/n? And can I ask you something after that?" Cairo said calmly while looking at you, she felt so nervous but tried to not show any weak emotion. She didn't wanna make this something serious but she felt she had to be truthful now in order for them to move forward together.

“Sure you can…” you said quite a bit surprised. "I really like you. Like... a lot, I guess..." Cairo said as she looked up at you while talking and felt so nervous now. She had to calm herself now just to say it all right now. She couldn't wait any longer and she just wanted you to feel safe and know how about her intentions. "That's why... I..." Cairo paused here for a moment and tried to catch her breath.

“So you’re not only saying that because of yesterday?” You asked hesitant while looking down into the cup you were holding. Feeling also nervous now. Sure you both were flirting and teasing and one thing came to another but speaking so obvious about it? Oh that was hard and you couldn’t handle the stress you felt in your body, neither the emotions that were making you lose your mind.

Cairo looked down at the ground now and felt more nervous than before. Your question or accusation? made her second guess herself and even made her have the urge to not say anything to you at all. After a short silence she looked at you confident and serious while saying "No y/n... I didn't just say it because I had so much fun with you yesterday... I mean I really enjoyed what we had yesterday. And to me… it meant something. I don't regret sleeping with you... believe me when way I say it was more than just sex y/n...".

Her speech made you feel overwhelmed and scared. You never heard something like that. Being close to someone use to be hard for you. You didn’t like vulnerable but you had to admit, that what you and Cairo had yesterday. Was so intimate and closed. You were vulnerable, but also was she.

“You mean it?” You whispered almost not audible, looking at her in a way that showed her how vulnerable you were right now. You didn’t wanted to be mean by asking her that or accusing that she didn’t mean it. It was just… that you were t use to this, used to affection or even love. It was something you never had the chance to experience. Or even feel. So yes. It was hard for you to believe such words. But hearing them from Cairo, your heart wanted to believe it. Hoping it was true.

Cairo laughed a little here and couldn't stop herself because your question made her feel so giddy and happy right now. "Of course I meant every word y/n... the fact that I let you be that close to me is something that is not self-evident..." you nodded quite and got up. You threw your now empty cup into the trash and then leaned on the wall looking at Cairo, following your steps.

“Good…” you said so quiet and so calm that Cairo struggled to read you. “I’ll take you out then. How does Friday sound?” You said like it was nothing in the world. Cairo smirked slight, the way you tried to act chill about it just proved that you were nervous.

“Or do you consider Saturday? Cause you need to make homework and write?” You said a bit teasing with a hidden smile.

Cairo walked closer towards you with her mischievous smile “Friday. 6 pm. You pick me up” she said confident. You tilted your head and moved one step closer “what if 6pm is too late for the thing I have planned?” You said teasing, taking a bit of power away from her. Cairo rolled her eyes and was about to say something, but you pulling her by her shirt into your chest while you leaned in the wall again made her gasp.

“6pm is perfect” you whispered.

Your faces were so close, both of you having a slight grin in the lips. “Can I call you my girlfriend now or is this too soon?” You whispered and Cairos eyes began to shine, she had that sexy smile on her lips when she looked up to you and nodded “only if you keep calling me your dear” you smiled wide and stand upright, looking into her eyes while your noses brushed slight.

“Okay my dear…” you whispered and your hand slowly around her waist, holding her close. “But why isn’t my girlfriend kissing me yet?” You whispered in a playful flirtatious way. Cairo giggled as she was just pulled closer to you now. She felt your arm wrap around her while your hand rested on her back. She got pulled closer and it made Cairo feel so safe and happy. She laughed for a little bit here before getting a little serious again now. "Wait a second... Are you saying that you wanna kiss me y/n? I..." Cairo couldn't even finish what she wanted to say before she felt your body press up against hers and felt a kiss on the lips. It was a soft and gentle kiss but still. Cairo wanted more of you now.

"M-more... I... W-was waiting for this the whole morning..." Cairo said while looking at you now, trying to gain her composure again. She couldn't believe that she just said that to y/n but she felt so much pressure after feeling you kiss her. She wanted more of you right now and she couldn't help but feel a little needy and wanted to be held and kissed more by you. You were just so irresistible right now.

“After school?” You whispered while holding her close to you. Cairo nodded and her heart fluttered like crazy after this short moment you two shared. She felt like she was in a romance movie right now. And she didn’t liked those at all. “I was about to invite you anyways… you need a swimsuit or bikini when you come over” Cairo said and just kissed you on the cheek, her hand rubbed your back. "Why do I need swim clothes...?" You asked confused. Cairo softly rubbed your back, trying to gain her composure after that long kiss you just gave her right now. “No questions. Just make sure you’ll bring something you can get wet in” Cairo said with a mischievous grin and tried to tease you.

A loud whistle popped the bubble you two were in and your heads turned to the side to see Winnie. “Damn I get all worked up seeing you both” she said with a dirty grin and stopped beside the both of you. She looked at you with luring eyes saying with a lower voice “by the way I’m Winnie C-“

You nodded and looked at her serious “Cairos best friend. I know”. So that was your second or official first interaction with Winnie. Cairo held back her chuckle and grinned wide after hearing you cut off Winnie right now just to tell her that she knew who she was. "Hi" Cairo said as she turned fully to look at Winnie now, still a bit flustered by that long kiss. Your arm was still around Cairos waist, keeping her close to you, like you were protecting her or something. It made Cairo fell comfortable and indeed safe, she felt like she could be herself without any pressure. The fact that you cut off Winnie made her feel a bit giddy in a good way, she defiantly enjoyed this version of you. But she was curious. You seemed to not like Winnie at all, well… most people didn’t, cause she was the schools slut, if Cairo could explain it like that. Winnie said sometimes the most annoying and inappropriate things at the worst times. And Winnie was making out with every guy or girl in every spot you could find in the school. So yeah. Winnie wasn’t everyone’s favorite.

Winnie now looked a bit serious, seeming to understand that you weren’t her biggest fan. So why should she flirt then? Beside that… you were Cairos toy now. She sighed and said “as much as I enjoy that you’re fucking my best friend now-“ she then began to make a cross with her fingers. Moving them from her head to her chest and sliding them up from her left to the right shoulder. Making it seem like it was holy for her and important before keep talking “…but I still Wanne smoke with her”

Cairo turned to look at Winnie and she felt so much pressure from Winnie's comment right now. Winnie just interrupted the romantic and intimate moment between you and then pointed out the fact that you two had sex. She felt a bit ashamed even though Winnie was her friend. The whole situation made her feel so embarrassed that she didn't knew how to respond to Winnie's comment at all. “Depends if Cairo still wants to smoke” you said surprisingly soft and looked from Winnie towards Cairo.

Cairo knew that you were only saying that to Winnie, just to ease the moment. Cairo felt like she owed something to you after beautiful moment you two had before Winnie came. So she spoke, this time being extremely clear about what she wants. "I rather stay with y/n now. We can smoke in our second break". Winnie rolled her eyes “okay bye, see ya” and left the two of you alone.

The moment she was gone you both began to grin wide and moved closer into each other’s arms “you… were so fucking hot when you cut Winnie off like that” Cairo said in a turned on way while moving closer to your face. You chuckled slight “I didn’t even meant to be mean” this made Cairo shook her head and laugh slight. You used the moment to wrap both arms around her and kissed her slowly. Feeling her smile on your lips. She felt like your soft and gentle lips were made for her, and she felt so happy that you accepted her feelings and was showing them through your actions and words. She didn't want to pull away or even stop for a minute now as she felt so happy and loved right now. Cairo loved you so much right now and she just wanted to kiss you and be intimate with you as much as she could now. This felt like a dream to Cairo and she couldn't be happier right now.

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Hey how do you think the sans AUs would act like if they had hair.

Like who would dye it , what haircut , how often would they wash it and stuff.

i’m choosing to go for ‘human au’ on this one because skeletons with hair isn’t something i want to think about for long. mind you these are my hcs and everyone is allowed to have their own interpretation of characters! this is just how i view them. i still enjoy other human designs for them tho and arent really that picky with anything really.

error’s hair by all logic should be in awful condition because of the years without caring for his hair in the anti void but his body seems to be in a sort of stasis. oh well, to hell with all logic. i love both long dreads and braids on him and i’m always unable to pick so either or, no preference. i adore both interpretations equally. definitely blue hair, at least at the ends. maybe it’s dyed, maybe the antivoid gave him blue hair, who knows. he doesn’t remember.

ink. this is heavily inspired by a design i found on tiktok (by hlebna11) that i enjoy the concept of. long thin white hair, a good bit below waist length. he’s dyed his hair plenty times before but it all seems to fade out completely after a week or two no matter what dye he uses. his hair gets in the way of a lot/is dipped in paint/gets caught on things, but he refuses to cut it. thankfully once it hit his ‘below waist length’ it stopped growing out. (edit: by inspired by, i mean exclusively the hair part, not the skin tone! i was unaware he was canonically poc, and the design mentioned shows him as white. whitewashing is a bad thing and i did not mean to support a design featuring that!!)

dream and nightmare both have long hair. dream’s is thick and wavy golden (i don’t mean blonde, i mean actually unnaturally bright gold colored), while nightmare’s is thin and straight. nightmare’s hair would be more like dream if he wasn’t ‘corrupted’, and it was more of a curly darkish purple when he was younger than pure black like it is now. his hair is also much longer than dream’s, reaching down to near hip length while dream’s hair is like. middle of ribcage length. dream puts his hair up a lot, nightmare doesn’t. for some reason, nm’s hair never gets tangled. like at all. lucky mf

cross had short hair most of his life because it was the royal guard standard, but over time at nightmare’s without those rules, he grew it out a bit. not too much, less than shoulder length, but it's still visibly longer and more full. his hair is naturally white because xgaster had a theme going on, possibly with a black underside. he’s huge on ‘keeping it natural’, as in not dying it, but nobody believes his hair is naturally those colors.

(100% inspired by crixcrocz on tiktok you have my favorite human design for killer ever) killer’s hair is about shoulder length and the cut looks like it was done in complete darkness with a chainsaw. not much else to say here. it’s uneven and always ruffled. who let him cut his own hair. he also has that ramona style ‘two strands in the front that are longer than the rest of the hair’ thing going on. he’d dye it if dyeing it didn’t require bleaching it, which he doesn’t want to put in the effort of doing.

now for dust. i am physically incapable of imagining dust in any way other than junipers-insects’ design for him?? i’m in love with it. so that’s what i forever see him as in ‘human form’. im far from picky with designs for him tho, i've seen a lot of cool ones.

classic’s got short dreads i’m sorry i don’t make the rules. i really don’t. while i love the idea of him dyeing it he’d be way too lazy to. also this ain’t about him but classic papyrus would likely have short hair with shaved sides. you know the style. he probably also has ‘cool guy’ shaved into said sides. or flames. either that or he's got cornrows. sans does his hair

geno’s got classic’s same hair because they’re the same guy, except it’s gone pure white in the save screen because he has a theme to keep up. he jokes that he’s gone grey due to stress and i wouldn't doubt it. i also like to think his hair is longer but that "wouldn't make sense" because "his body doesn't function normally when in the save screen" or whatever so SIGH i guess he has short hair (lame)

fell is similar to classic but his dreads are longer, a little bit more than shoulder length i’d say? he puts his hair up in a ponytail a lot. there's this one human design i love for him but i cannot find it which is killing me.

swap on the other hand has short curled hair. on the hair scale i’d say it’s 3a? 3b? it’s above shoulder length but it goes below his chin. he showers like twice a day so 30% of the time you see him his hair is wet. his hair is thick too so it takes forever to dry which annoys him (me fr). i like both white and black and brown hair for him so i have no preference for color between those three. he probably dyed it blue for a while for sake of color scheme but didn't like it much. i've also seen good designs for him where he's got ginger hair too.

fresh’s hair i imagine the same as his actual human design so there’s not much in that regard for him. greaser’s hair is the same as well. i don't have many thoughts for them because their hair has already been ingrained into my mind for years

horror has thin hair due to malnutrition. like it’s really not healthy at all. it used to be much fuller and shorter years ago, but time and starvation both do numbers. his hair reaches halfway down his humerus and is often knotted or tangled, he just doesn’t care much for it compared to other things.

reaper has long straight dark gray hair that goes down to his waist. geno (or rt!tori, or whoever you ship him with/hc him to be close with in general) likes to mess with it and put it in different styles. reaper lets him because it’s fun to see him so concentrated on something.

i’m so torn on lust. honestly i’ve never seen a bad hairstyle on him, he can pull off literally anything so i don’t mind what hairstyle he has nor do i have a preference. in fact, he probably switches styles all the time, so there’s no definitive one he uses the most. his hair is def dyed purple/pink/teal at the ends. he probably also uses that hair glitter spray on it

btw i am in fact white so if i messed up with any of the poc hairstyle descriptions PLS PLS PLS let me know!!!

i also don't really imagine any of them with facial hair because i don’t like facial hair i’m too lesbian for that. stubble is fine. they got arm/leg/other such hair too when applicable but i personally just do not like big ol beards/mustaches. that's just my personal preference with that one no shame in having facial hair or enjoying it it’s just not my thing ^^;

ok yeah that’s all :33

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Loved Up

🖤 Pairing: Reader (black fem) x Jimmy & Jey Uso 🖤 Warnings: 18+ only, unfinished, NSFW, Fatu twins sm*t :p 🖤 Word count: ~800

a/n: This was my first attempt at "Four's a Crowd" that got left in the drafts. I've edited it to feature just them fine ass twins, though. I hope you like it!

Happy reading! Read more of my stuff here, if you’d like. ✨

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"I'm not easy, but I'm feenin'...I'm just human, we all got needs" — "Needs" by Tinashe

Holding your breath wasn't a skill you think you had, but as Jimmy held your cheeks in both his hands, his dick matching the length of your throat as he slowly fucked it, you happily developed the ability quickly.

You gulped down greedy gasps of air when he momentarily pulled out to allow you to do so before he tapped the head of his thick, chocolate brown dick on your lips, glistening and dribbling with your own saliva from choking on him to choke him down once more.

It was a pleasure, your pussy dripping and twitching between your thighs at the feel of Jimmy filling your mouth and throat, his soft moans filling your ears. He was a sight to behold with dark, wavy hair falling around his face and his delicious taste in your mouth, making you moan...as well as from Jey's tongue sliding up and down your pussy to lick up the wetness that Jimmy had created.

"Cum in my mouth, bae," he moaned to it, burying his tongue in you with slight smacking sounds as he swallowed you like you swallowed his brother. You were on all fours with Jimmy in front and his twin in the back. His face smothered in you as he held you by your ass to keep you open while he made your pussy drip and twitch more with long, slow licks that paid special attention to your clit when your moans heightened.

Your body tensed, warming up, and your heart raced as you were already achingly close...especially with Jey letting the wide tip of his tongue slowly wag back and forth on your sweet spot before he switched back to rapid up and down strokes that made you moan on Jimmy as you suddenly succumbed to your heated orgasm.

The vibrations of your pleasure must have shook him up good as he began to moan for you before you felt his dick throbbing and his warm cum sliding down your throat.

"Oh, shit..." he said with a few lovely grunts as he nutted, only pulling back once you sucked down the last drop of him. You licked your lips, gazing up at him as he gazed down at you and bit his lip. But then your eyes squeezed shut with a sob as Jey licked at your pussy hole to taste the last drop of you.

"You did such a good job, baby girl," Jimmy said as he cupped your chin, caressing your lip with his thumb. It made you smile beneath his touch. That was all you needed to hear as he was the entire reason you found yourself between the brothers.

Your crush on Jimmy had grown out of control ever since he planted a random, yet sweet kiss on your lips after work when you hugged goodbye one night. You didn't realize he was aware of your feelings for him—or that he shared them.

You never made it official as you just enjoyed each other's company. But the more time you spent with him, the more you liked him...and the more Jey hung around as you unofficially boo'd up with his twin.

It started innocently enough: Jey chopping it up with you, smiling all in your face, and making you laugh. But you couldn't unsee how that look in his eyes grew hungrier for you each time they saw you...and you couldn't unfeel how soft and full his lips were when he dared to pull you to him and kiss you.

The brothers didn't seem to mind sharing you, at least for tonight since they both had your pussy purring when you sat between them on Jey's couch watching a movie...until you felt his hand slide on your thigh...and Jimmy's lips press to your neck.

You were woman enough to not be ashamed of what you wanted: To be loved up by two beautiful men.

They traded places on either end of you on the bed, Jey reaching down to fondle one of your breasts in his hand, softly pinching your nipple as he beckoned you to open your mouth for his thumb that you greedily sucked on...

...And you moaned around it while Jimmy pushed the wide tip of his dick to your slick opening, already hard for you again and waiting for your command.

"I want you to make me cum again..." you whispered out to Jimmy when Jey pulled his thumb from between your lips, holding his long, hard, pretty brown dick up to them instead. It made your mouth water and your pussy twitch as his brother gripped your hips in his strong hands.

"Mmm, that's what you want, baby girl? Stay just like this for me, then," Jimmy whispered back as he placed a hand on your back to make you deepen your arch for him. His deep, gruff voice sent a thrill through you—as did that dick as he gently thrust inside you to love you up some more...

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nori-the-cat · 1 month

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Wonbin's perfect type s/o and Sungchan perfect type s/o - how they imagine their ideal partner/perfect girlfriend for them... like, this person's physically, personality, mentality and etc

It's important to remember that tarot readings are open to interpretation, and these cards provide possibilities, not absolutes. This reading is also based on my interpretation and intuition. This is also for entertainment purposes. Take it with a grain of salt.

Sungchan's Type:

Personality & Mentality:

Cards: queen of cups, eight of pentacles, queen of wands, and seven of wands.

He is drawn to someone who is caring, understanding, and emotionally mature. So, imagine someone who is well-behaved and spoken, feminine, emotionally in tune with herself, and put together.

He is most likely interested in someone with ambition and motivation, someone who matches his own goals for achievement. I say this because he's also ambitious and puts a lot of effort into everything he does. He needs someone who can match this energy of his.

He needs someone confident. Someone confident, ambitious, and has a good sense of who they are might be the type of person Sungchan is drawn to.

Although I do think he would prefer a submissive or obedient type, I think he's more attracted to honest and straightforward women, someone who can keep him on his toes and offer new ideas. Basically, someone he can share his thoughts and opinions with.

Visually & Physically:

Sungchan might like someone with an aura or embody the energy of Ive Jang Wonyoung, Aespa Karina, SNSD Yoona or Seohyun. These people don't imply or suggest they're his type, but a close representation of who he might be attracted to in the K-pop industry.

As I've mentioned above, Sungchan is most likely attracted to tall and slim-looking females. Someone tall, lean and fit. It is likely he looks at a female's body first and then their face. He's probably into legs and the upper body area. Maybe the bust area?

I think he's also into beautiful hands too. The kind of hands that are long and dainty.

Someone with medium to long hair. I think straight or wavy hair is something he would like to have in his partner. The kind of hair that is natural yet looks like a Pantene ad.

Sungchan seems to favour partners who are highly popular and considered celebrities. Ideally, his partner would complement his appearance and social status. Actresses might be more appealing to him than idols, but he could also be interested in idols who have transitioned into acting or those with significant influence, similar to the examples mentioned.

In terms of height, I'm seeing 165cm and above, but not taller than 175cm. He still wants to feel like he's protecting them.

In terms of style, he might like someone who dresses like BlackPink Jennie. Someone who looks put together yet laid back.

Wonbin's Type:

Cards: knight of cups, nine of wands, three of wands and ten of swords.

Personality & Mentality:

Wonbin would like someone who is loving and expresses their emotions openly. Someone who is warm and shows their feelings directly might catch Wonbin's eye.

Wonbin needs a partner who's like, they have their shit together and independent, you know? Someone who doesn't need a man to complete them, but totally supports his dreams and stuff. Basically, the ultimate hype-woman.

He likes smart girls. I think the book smart kind or at least someone who knows something he doesn't. Someone who can, like, out-strategy him or hold their own in a deep convo? He thinks they're hot. But then again, maybe he's more of a vibes kinda guy, you know? Prefers someone independent and keeps a little bit of mystery to them.

He needs someone whom he can trust. Trust here is important to him. But also someone a little adventurous yet familial and traditional. Something like an unexpected early morning drive to a nearby town for breakfast is his kind of jazz.

Visually & Physically:

I would say he's the type to not have a type but he does have a type. (What?) Well, you know how some guys go for different girls and the people around them wonder what is their type, but the type is the "vibe". That is Wonbin.

Physically, he might like short to medium hair. Someone who doesn't really do much to their hair. So someone who he thinks is naturally beautiful.

I can't think of any idols. But if I had to choose it would be Aespa Ninging or Winter, F(x) Krystal, Red Velvet Joy, Kep1er Xiaoting, IU or anyone who has the 'vibe' he's looking for. A little mystery with a touch of unexpected cutesy.

Soft-spoken ladies.

Height-wise, I think he's into short to medium height. Someone whose height is around 155 to 165. I'd say 170cm too. But that would sort of bruise his ego.

Something about the eyes, he likes them more. I think it's because he tends to look at people's eyes when they talk and he seems to gravitate towards the eyes.

He likes them stylish or at least knows how to dress well. They don't have to keep up with the trend. For him, identity seems to be a thing.

Probably someone who is into the arts, but not the painting kind. Someone who is musically artistic is the vibe that I'm getting here.

Additional note: I have no idea why. But I got an energy implying these two were probably hurt in the past. Maybe an unrequited love, they were lied to, or some kind of romantic disappointment? They both want different things in a partner yet still retain certain characteristics or values that they deem as important.

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mcdonaldsnumberone · 9 months

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LIGHTHOUSE!

make 'em swoon (prompt list) gender neutral reader

CHIGIRI HYOMA!

a smile that makes his eyes soften!

Chigiri can be surprisingly uptight sometimes. He isn’t necessarily the most openly affectionate boyfriend, but once you pester him with your love enough, he’ll gradually open up and give into your ministrations. Sometimes he might grumble but still let you cling to him, and other times, he’ll follow along with your teasing just to turn the tables onto you and leave you flustered and buzzing. But the moments where you know he loves you and loves soaking up your attention is in the small clues. Whenever you grin at him, either to goad him into doing something or right before a kiss, Chigiri’s eyes light up a bit. No matter how thorny and tsundere he pretends to be, he’s deeply infatuated with you. He can’t even lie to himself about how in love he is with you, and it’s these kinds of cues that let you know how down horrendous your boyfriend is.

“Pleaseeeeee, pleaseeeeee?” You’re practically hanging off of the redhead’s arm, dragging him down with your body weight as you grip onto him like he’ll disappear if you let go. Your eyes are sparkling, and you’re trying to flash your most stunning smile at him. “Look at how cute the drinks are here! We have to go! It’ll be the perfect date idea! C’mon, can’t you at least do this much for your absolutely wonderful and perfect and flawless partner?”

Chigiri pretends to pout, even though you can see him looking at the cafe’s Instagram pictures with a bit of intrigue. “...Are you that set on going? Aren’t there cafes like this everywhere?”

“But this one is brand new! I wanna try the snacks and stuff myself, and we have to go before it gets super popular and crowded! It’ll be fun, I promise! Please?” You beg passionately, continually sidling up against Chigiri. You two both know that even though Chigiri acts like he can’t bear with your pleas, he actually likes it when you bombard him with your attention and will always eventually give in.

He shakes his head, acting as if he doesn’t have any other option. “Fine. I have some time, and I guess it won’t hurt to treat you. If you want to go that badly, then…”

You cheer loudly, immediately enjoying your victory and beaming up at him with nothing but pure joy and adoration. Chigiri can feel his heart skip a beat in his chest, and his breathing feels a little tighter when he sees how happy you are. His eyes warm up around the edges as he gazes at you getting all excited, and when you pull him in for a hug, he laughs defeatedly and holds you back.

“Oh, I absolutely can’t wait to go! You’re the best, Hyoma!” You gush at him, and Chigiri swears that if you were a dog, your tail would be broken from how hard it would be wagging.

He grins coyly, happy to be able to monopolize your attention like this. “Mhm. I sure hope I am.”

YUKIMIYA KENYU!

pressing foreheads together!

Life is never easy, and you know that Yukimiya navigates all sorts of pressures constantly in his life. The demands of his professional life weren't like the same responsibilities that other kids his age had: not only was he a soccer player in the making, but he was also a model on the side! You did your best to be a stable but caring lover for him, and whenever he needed a breath of fresh air, you’d be there for him. But that doesn’t mean you two can’t have your own shenanigans from time to time, and Yukimiya often tries to steal a kiss or two during these intimate moments together. He might claim to be a pacifist on the playing field nor is he as flashy as some of his peers, but Yukimiya’s still a passionate man. There’s nothing that makes him feel more proud and smug at the same time than seeing you get flustered and knowing that he’s the only person that can have this kind of effect on you.

Yukimiya’s wavy hair had always caught your eye, whether it be bouncing with each step of his walk or soft curls decorating the top of his pillow when you woke up before him in the mornings. Either way, whenever he was close to you, you wanted nothing more than to reach out and to touch it, stroking his delicate hair and soaking up Yukimiya’s attention.

“You’re staring so intently at me, love.” His voice shatters your attention, and you give a small squeak when he draws close, quickly closing the gap between your bodies. He slings his arms around you, trapping you in a net of limbs and frantic heartbeats. “Is there something you want?”

A pleasant shiver went down your spine at the hushed tone of his voice, with Yukimiya whispering to you like the way only a lover would. His eyes were warm but sharp, like a man waiting to pounce, looking for an opening that he could dig into.

Your breath hitches when he leans his head in, and your foreheads touch. Even though it was just a little bit of skin-to-skin contact, it feels electric. Your lips part habitually, and you want nothing more than for Yukimiya to lean in all the way and to capture you with a slow kiss.

You swallow, and your voice trembles just a hint. “You. I want you, Kenyu.”

“Yeah? Is it me you want?” He chuckles darkly, and he lifts a hand to brush his thumb over your cheek. Without another word, his lips are on top of yours, and you melt fully under his touch. He holds you close, and he kisses you with his whole heart, matching your desire for him with affection of his own. Your chest is pressed up against his, and his heartbeat matches up to yours, beating in conjunction and intertwining with you.

Your head spins, dizzy and intoxicated off of the kiss, but you don’t want to ever pull away. You’re sure Yukimiya feels the same with how greedily his mouth moves against yours.

Yukimiya wouldn’t trade you for the world. Not when he can have you perfectly, lovingly, and wantonly as he does.

ITOSHI SAE!

a kiss pressed to the neck!

Sae still sometimes has yet to learn to appreciate the finer things in life. He’s only ever known soccer his entire life, and that’s cost him many valuable things. Now that’s a little bit older, had a little bit more time to reflect, a little bit more regretful than he once was, Sae’s teaching himself how to properly cherish the things and the people he holds close. He’s eternally grateful that you’ve stayed with him through thick and thin, and even though he’s not the best at expressing his emotions verbally, it’s through the small gestures that he shows his true heart. It can be anything from making sure he eats his meals with you when his schedule allows it all the way to asking you to wear his jersey when you come to support him at his games. But his favorite has to be sneaking kisses onto your body, his lips molding themselves to the gentle curves of your neck and shoulders, his soft touch electrifying with all the untold promises of his love towards you.

“Don’t you have practice today?” Your voice reminds Sae of the wind chimes he’d pass by during his time in Spain. Your grumpy boyfriend slides his arms around your waist and leans on your shoulder, and you scoot over on the couch to make room for him. Despite him acting like a high and mighty better-than-thou prodigy on the field, you know him better for his clingy and insatiable behavior once the two of you are in private.

He pouts slightly, only loosening his expression up when he can feel your fingers combing through his unkempt red hair. He blinks slowly as if he were a cat, and his piercing teal eyes trace over your silhouette before landing on your eyes. “It got canceled. Some maintenance issues. Nothing any of us need to worry about.”

Sae can feel you grin and shift to adjust to his presence as you make yourself comfortable again, your attention torn between the TV show you had been watching and him appearing out of nowhere. Truth be told, he wants to monopolize your attention quite a bit, more than what you’re giving him right now. But he’d rather eat mud than admit it out loud, so when you go back to immersing yourself in whatever reality TV drama you’re engrossed in, Sae begins upping his antics bit by bit.

At first, it’s just him holding your hand and maybe rubbing his thumb over the back of your knuckles. But then it turns to him burying his face into the crook of your neck, huffing slightly when you don’t turn to face him. It looks like being subtle won’t do the trick for him anymore, and only then does Sae look for an exposed patch of skin on your neck before leaning in. His breath fans out against your body before he parts his lips, and he presses his mouth against your neck. His sharp teeth ghost over what feels like your pulse, and you gasp, immediately sitting up straight and turning directly towards him.

“Sae!” Your eyes are blown open wide, and only then does Sae allow himself a coy smile. “What’s gotten into you?”

There we go. Much better. He’s far more happy now that your undivided attention is on him.

MICHAEL KAISER!

smirking in a way that suggests more!

It’s downright unfair that Kaiser gets to walk around looking like that. The common phrase ‘God must have favorites’ feels true when it comes to him. Not only does he have a blooming career as a professional athlete, he’s also immensely popular and handsome to boot. And the cherry on top has to be the fact that he knows all of this. Kaiser is more than aware of how much of a coveted man he is, and now that you’ve stolen away his heart, he’s going to use every weapon in his arsenal to try and charm you. There’s nothing he wants to see more than to get you flustered and at his mercy: a perfectly smitten darling for him to pamper and to be spoiled by to his selfish heart’s content. He doesn’t care if it involves embarrassing you or coming across as desperate; the moment Kaiser sets his sights on something or someone, he’s doing whatever it takes until he emerges victorious.

You wish Kaiser had been born with a little more shame in his body. For the most part, you’ve gotten used to your boyfriend’s flamboyant and standoffish behavior when his soccer skills were involved (it wasn’t like you wanted to get in between his spats against other professional players either), but when it came to his shameless flirting with you, there were times when all you wanted was for a hole in the ground to open up and swallow you whole. You find yourself wondering why exactly you were even attracted to such a man to begin with, but Kaiser is more than happy to remind you of his charms all over again.

“Darling,” he coos lovingly. He only ever uses that seductive tone of voice when he wants your attention, which is more or less all the time whenever you’re on his mind. A tattooed arm slinks around your waist and pulls you closer to him, and he presses a flurry of kisses to your face. “I’m feeling peckish. Entertain me.”

“What am I, your personal jester?” You grumble, shaking your head. “Don’t you have clips to analyze? Or you can always go to the gym for a bit, if you really have nothing to do-”

“-No, no, I’m not feeling that kind of peckish.” His hands wander to your stomach, sliding down and toying with the hem of your shirt. The remainder of your words die on the tip of your tongue as realization flits across your mind, and heat instantly flares up in your cheeks. You squirm in his grasp, managing to turn yourself around to face him. You’re determined to scold him when he intercepts you by pressing a sweet kiss to your lips, the boy sighing happily when he can feel your soft mouth against his.

He pulls away and whispers just so that you can hear, “It’s a kind of boredom only you can take care of. Won’t you be good and take care of me, darling?”

Your mouth is dry as his eyelids lower slightly, and he bats his eyelashes at you tantalizingly. His striking blue eyes are alluring as always, inviting you to close the gap in between the two of you and to give yourself to him for the time being. You hate how downright sultry his eyes are at times, but you hate how helpless you are against him even more.

“I’ll make it worth your while,” Kaiser promises, leaning in so that his face is just a mere breath away from yours. “How does that sound?”

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #chigiri hyoma #yukimiya kenyu #itoshi sae #michael kaiser #x reader #my writing

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What are some other hairstyles you imaging the group in? Any fun ones that Hunter tried (or was forced into by Willow, Amity, etc) as his hair got longer?

THIS IS A LONG ONE (with art) SO I'M PUTTING IT UNDER A READ MORE! :)

first of all I think GUS would be the one with the most hairstyles, hats and drip in general - he loves the human world's culture and their way of using fashion to express themselves uniquely - including hair. I mean, he also has curly hair. So he would have durag styles, various protection styles, twists and braids. And, because his hair curls, he could vary between long and shorter styles.

I also think Gus would have styles that are more typically "feminine" too, as he is very gender-non-conforming in the crew's art of him.

Though, I will say, it works for Gus in-canon that he only keeps one style at first (narratively speaking, not realistic haircare - I think?) because then that would emphasise his time in the human realm later on to be an important developing arc for him (assuming they would actually give him various styles, as indicative of the bits we got of him in episode 1.)

I think, had season 3 happened, we would have gotten a more vibrant Gus. He wants to be an ambassador, he loves the human realm, whom else than GUS to be the one to have an arc where he explores and embodies the full-on SELFEXPRESSION!

Fashion and hair is a way to express the uniqueness of yourself. If Luz' wish as the main character is to be understood, then the (positive) characters around her will (one way or another) embody different lessons for that theme. Gus: Self-expression. (Fashion, style, hair, charisma) Hunter: Identity. (Confidence, self-love, self-respect) Willow: Inner self. (Vulnerability, self-care, self-acceptance) Amity: Outer self. (Presentation of your truth, pride of oneself.) Vee: Voice. (Standing up for yourself, perseverance) Camila: Support. (Union of group, accepting and giving love)

And I think their fashions/hair aka - character designs would reflect these various things!

On a more fun note I think the only reason Hunter could pull off his own unique style is because Gus helps him combine them properly.

Hunter really said dollhouse fairycore and Gus ran with it.

AMITY: Basic styles, probably thinking of her siblings to feel closer to them. Especially Emira's hairstyles. :) I think, because her mom was so controlling of how her hair presented, I think Amity moves away from doing too much with it and rather let it be adventurous and free.

WILLOW: Lots of braids and pigtails. I think she likes to have practical hairstyles as well as more "gentle" ones. The practical ones to reflect her jock-side, and the lose ones to reflect her more gentile and sensitive side! :)

HUNTER: I think just keeps his in a ponytail or (as in the canon) just loose and shaggy without much care. Showing his early stages of being a blank slate. Just let things have it's course to see what "grows" from it, y'know? And then he gets his iconic haircut scene and literally "starts over" with a new arc. :)

I think LUZ just keeps her iconic style that she's had through the show, with the additional tiny low-pinned ponytail that makes her look like a rouge adventurer! Kinda like Amity. I also think Luz hair grows a bit more wavy the longer it gets! :)

VEE is also someone who goes through the most changes, but in her body and face rather than fashion. I think her style would be of the alternative side, perhaps a bit of a concert-kid vibe and basic comfy stuff. She's visually been shown to have the opposite expressions of Luz, quite literally being from opposite realms and having opposite personalities. Where Luz felt hopeful Vee was quick to give up. Our basilisk girl also seem to fit in more with the human realm, enjoying being a normie - after all, her life wasn't normal up till that point. So it makes sense for her to seek it and even find her safety in her own baseline.

BUT YEAH!

I THINK THAT'S IT????

ENJOY MY THOUGHTS.

#toh #the owl house #art reply #toh gus #toh hunter #toh amity #toh willow #ask #asks #toh ask

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I’ve been always been obsessed with myths, legends, and fairytales. And one thing that always stood out to me was that how various cultures all seem to have tales about magical women bathing, a man spotting a particular one with interest, and then either marrying her, or dying/having some cursed downfall eventually. So…can I request a story like that…but with a twist of course. Male Yandere X Female Nymph Reader

So broad premise…Darling is a nymph (or some general magical maiden) bathing in a body of water, combing her otherworldly super long hair, and just living her best life. Yandere stumbles across her and starts to stalk her over the course of some time, falls in love with her, etc. But Darling has played this game many times before and thinks this is dumb schmuck nth, and continues her innocent/ignorant/helpless act, thinking that she’ll be able to lure this man to kill him in a few days (for food, riches, or something, idk). What she doesn’t know is that Yandere is a lot more smarter and is also putting on his own act in front of her. Cause the twist is that Yandere is partial/descendent magical creature of some sort, and thus Darling’s magic doesn’t work on him. (He’s also had training resistance against magics of sorts or something). Anyway…confrontation happens, Darling thinks she’s gonna successfully drown him, but Yandere reveals his true colors and does some ritual that binds the two of them together for eternity (like some f-ed up magical matrimony), and of course takes her away to some magical residence? (I don’t know what this man does for a living, nor what his home would be like since I want to leave up what partial/descendant magical creature he is to you) where he proceeds to consummate their eternal marriage. Cause in his head, a magical eternal chain isn’t enough…no this man needs to see lots of babies. The literal “fruits of his love.” (Forgive me…I like babies/pregnancy/breeding/baby trapping in Yanderes. That stuff makes me go feral). Can’t wait to see what magical children are produced from this union. LOL.

This idea just seemed fun to write about…two manipulative main characters, each thinking they have the upper hand. Sorry for the long post. Hope you can have fun with the story! <3

TW: Dubcon, Impregnation kink, drugging, forced marriage, blood,

Monday

Being a water nymph of mixed ancestry is one of your favorite things about yourself. Everyone expects you to be the helpful water nymph to help sailors from sirens. Little did they know that your dad was half-siren. Of course, he didn't show any traits because the gene that makes sirens sirens is on the second X chromosome. So when your half-mermaid-half-nymph mom had you and your five other sisters, every single one turned out to be sirens with the tail of a mermaid and the trustworthy face of a nymph.

The best part is that your innocent face helped you lure sailors. Everyone is warned to be suspicious of the woman with a beautiful face and an alluring voice. Nobody expects their angel of death to be a maiden who looks like they're supposed to help you. This earned you many new bones for decorations and combs. Along with many treasures to keep. Plus, the sea creatures let you live in an otherworldly part of the beach hidden away from humans in return for killing a few fishermen. It is truly the dream of a maiden of the sea.

"La, la, la!" You joke around, playfully singing to a romp of otters.

Your long, pastel, aquamarine, wavy hair blends in with the water. The seashells decorating your hair make it look like your personal halo. Your striking blue eyes look like they could pierce through anyone. Your long dusty lilac, coral, and beige tail swishes in the water.

"So, what should I do next?" You ask the otters, going deeper into the water.

The otters swim up to you, then stop. They all stare at something behind you. You turn around and see nothing. You can't help but roll your eyes. Every so often, some human man will come along and watch you. Then, he'll confess his love to you, hoping you'll be his mythical legend wife. You accept, bring him in for a kiss, then bite him on the jugular or drown him.

"Don't worry, I'll have him gone before the weekend," You whisper to your otters.

You go underwater and swim to your grotto for rest. Planning to kill men takes a lot of work.

Tuesday

You sleep until the morning sun shines through the water. You swim to your spot and do your daily routine.

"Let me the morning sun. So much stuff has to be done," You sing, moving your long hair out of the way to expose your bare breasts.

The old topless mermaid trick. The oldest one in the book and usually worked in luring men to their deaths. You pull yourself out of the water and transform into your human form. Your hair covers your naked backside, and you venture into the woods. You hear a branch move nearby and enact your plan.

"What pretty berries," You say, bending down to show your entire bottom and pussy.

More branches move, and you smirk to yourself. You pop a berry into your mouth, and suddenly, your memory goes blank. When you wake up, your body feels so tired you decide to return to your grotto for the day. When you reached the bed, your demeanor had changed from tired to horny. You couldn't help but pleasure yourself. Every nerve on your pussy felt alive when you stroked and fingered yourself. You were seeing stars and the Milky Way when you came. You fall asleep and transform into your mermaid form.

Wednesday

When you wake up, you swim to your spot again and brush your hair. You don't even notice you're not wearing a top. A flower blooms next to you with a golden comb with a letter.

To the sweetest maiden in the sea,

My love, I've been watching you for a long time. I love the way your being becomes one with nature. Though, you should be careful about what berries you eat. Eat too many random ones, and you might not come back.

Your admirer, L.

You laugh. The love letter is cute. So is the comb. But the flower trick really impressed you. You might get a mage's loot this time instead of some fishermen's or hunters. You brush your hair with the comb, and it shows its magical properties. The comb instantly made your wet hair wavy. Usually, it would take a couple of hours for your hair to get wavy after being in the water. You hum a song while combing your hair and sink into the water while relaxing. The branches rustle and twist into a tall, pale figure looking at you from the brush. You can't see its face. But you can tell it's a man. You wink, and you sink deeper into the water. Flowers bloom a path to the water's edge.

Thursday

You sing a siren's song to lure your suitor to his death faster. Nothing happens except the trees twisting, turning, and breaking. Some even bloomed flowers. When you open your eyes to see the chaos you've done, a hand that's disappearing is reaching out to you. You try to touch it, but it vanishes like it is magic. You groan in disappointment and swim out to sea hoping for something to entertain you.

Friday

Your admirer finally showed himself. He was waiting for you at your spot. His silver hair reached his back, and his skin was so pale it shimmered. His blue-green eyes were mesmerizing.

"Hello, my sweet," The man says, pulling you out of the water. "My name's Lochlan and you're going to be my wife."

"Of course," You lie, sweetly going into his arms.

He carries your merbody in his arms, and you bite him in the jugular. Blood splatters all over the grass. His body tumbles into the water, and you hold his head underwater. Lochlan's body finally stops moving, and you let him sink into the water. You dive in, preparing to rip him apart. You can't see his body. It's gone. A hand shoves some sort of berry paste down your throat, and you gag. He slips a silver ring with a blue gem on your finger.

"Did you seriously think I would die from that? I'm half-fae. I don't die easily," Lochlan says, dragging your merbody to the shore's edge.

Your body feels hot, and you want nothing more than to return to your grotto.

"Feel familiar? You ate the key ingredient in our aphrodisiacs," Lochlan states, holding your body as it transforms into its human form. "Don't worry, you'll feel better later."

His hand keeps a steady hand at teasing your pussy. Your watery home slowly disappearing. You can't take it anymore and cry until you pass out.

Saturday

"Ahh~" You moan, climaxing again from Lochlan's fingers.

"That's it, cum again," Lochlan coos, slowing down his pace as you cum.

Ever since Lochlan took you from your beach, he's been pleasuring you. Turns out that the ring he slipped onto your finger bound you to him as his wife forever. Or at least until he wishes to divorce. But that's not going to happen.

"Are you enjoying our honeymoon, my sweet? How does it feel to be Mrs. Caspian? The next queen of the sea fae," Lochlan asks, taking his fingers out of you and sticking his cock inside you. "I waited for you for so long. You even made a cute show of singing your song just for me. I admit it got to me, but I managed to teleport myself away before it was too late."

"Nessie!" You scream, taking his cock for the 5th time today.

"Keep calling me pet names based on the Lochness monster, and I'll breed you till your stomach bulges," Lochlan growls, thrusting faster and cumming into your pussy again. "I can't wait for you to have our babies. They'll be so powerful they could rule every portion of water on Earth."

Before your wedding ceremony, you were locked inside a room the size of a small closet with Lochland. In his culture, a bride and groom must whisper their secrets to each other, then into a conch shell. Then, the conch shell is sent to sea to start the marriage with no secrets. Though you didn't need to whisper your secrets into a conch shell. Your tears meeting a body of water would automatically send your pain through it.

"Just try it, my pretty pearl. A couple of whispers can't hurt. Besides, I want to start this marriage on the right track," Lochlan pleads, clasping your hands.

You relent and bring the shell to your lips.

"I wish I could be with my sisters and family. I wish I could see my precious otters again. I wish I never met him. I wish I never had to marry him!" You whisper, eventually turning into a yell.

Your yell vibrates through the shell, almost cracking it. Lochlan snatches the conch shell from you as you cry. He looks at you with pity and lets you weep on his chest. He brings the conch shell to his lips and whispers his secret.

"I want to be the best husband for my wife. Even if she hates me for eternity. I want to return to the sea to visit my mermaid mom and her family," Lochlan whispers, noticing you looking at him.

"If I marry you, will you return me to the sea with my family?" You ask, looking into his eyes.

"Of course. Anything for you."

And that's how you got to the present. You and Lochlan fucking in his private underwater palace near both of your families. It was a nice compromise and made you feel more at ease.

"I'm about to cum, Lochy!" You moan, feeling your legs about to give out.

"Me too, my pearl!" Lochlan screams, holding onto your hips tight.

You feel him cum in you one last time and fall to the bed. Lochlan falls on top of you and snuggles with you.

"I love you, my pearl," Lochlan pants, kissing your neck.

Sunday

Lochlan is sitting with you in bed and combing your hair.

"This comb really works wonders on your hair, my pearl," Lochlan compliments, enjoying the golden comb turning your hair into beautiful waves. "Are you doing ok? I know being pregnant in your mermaid form isn't easy."

"I'm fine, Loch. I'm really tired, though," You answer, rubbing your slightly big stomach.

It's been three months since you married Lochlan. Since your honeymoon, you've been pregnant with his kids. Admittedly, he's been a great husband and is making sure your pregnancy is going well. Not only that, but you've been able to see your family.

"Lochlan, can you get me some grouper? Maybe some lobster too? I'm having bad cravings."

"Of course, my sweet."

Lochlan leaves your bed and comes back with a plate of fish and lobster.

"I brought some extra lobster for you. Eat up. You and the babies need nutrients."

"You really care for them, don't you?"

"Of course, I do. A proper king should care for his queen and future heirs. Now, eat. You need to rest during this pregnancy."

Lochlan kisses your head and feeds you.

Headcanon post

#yandere fae #yandere male #yandere boy #yandere smut #yandere dubcon #asks #yandere king

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