#no idea how well u can hear me screaming btw

[mikuplushes]

fall out boy playing ginasfs!!

#fall out boy #flashing tw #no idea how well u can hear me screaming btw #i cant listen to it yet #fob #ginasfs #fobchicago

[seattlesellie]

i have a request!! i had a thought yesterday and imagine ellie coming home to you complaining about your hurting tits and at first she’s like kind of concerned yk so she gently asks you to let her see but then she gets turned on and starts to play with them and stuff djdksksk i need her so bad

painkiller.

warnings: mentions of reader having pms, afab reader, smut (minors… please don’t), tit play obviously, slight spit play as well, pathetic caring dom ellie, masturbation (e)

an: i really am a sucker for ellie taking care of u when ur feeling unwell :( just makes me feel fjjsjdjs and i can’t even imagine how comforting she it. btw i had farm ellie in mind (don’t i always) 💗 i’m kinda on the fence with this one but i’m writing dbf abby n needed a break<3

although the sun has sunk, and the dark blue skies are veiled by a shroud of dark clouds, the heavy and sultry august heat managed to creep itself through your window, nevertheless. the white wine in your glass — the 'chenin blanc' to be exact, has lost all of it’s docile sweetness all of a sudden, succumbing to an unpalatable acrimony. even the book that’s half opened, resting on your knees; seems devoid of interest, and you’re left there, sat on the couch, accompanied by another painful groan escaping from your lips, and a dull ache settling within your body.

it just is one of those days. 

you bring your trembling hand lower, finding solace against your chest. with a slight opening of your quivering bottom lip, you whine through clenched teeth. you gulp, gingerly placing the wine glass upon the table, and rest your eyes shut. “hurts…” you whimper into the void, cupping your right breast and attempting to soothe and massage it. your touch, albeit is nothing but soft, manages to make it ache even more. you squeeze your eyes in despair, and a fat tear flows down your cheek. you wipe it away, followed by a hushed but tormented hum.

five minutes manage to pass by, and just as you teeter on the precipice of sleep, an insistent stab of pain jolts you awake. the pain slyly creeps around, wends its insidious path, and ‘rests’ down on your lower back, your hips, and then finds home on your breasts again. a pain killer could help, perhaps, but you’ve already taken two, and mixing it with wine, albeit only half a glass, would be quite a bad idea.

“this… SUCKS!” — you groan, and maybe god could hear you and fix it, if only you were loud enough.

then, your ears twitch at the subtle creak emanating from the keyhole. after that, the wooden door opens. you were thinking about god hearing you, and somehow ellie managed to appear. you’d entertain her with that amusing little thought, but all you can mutter after her relieved “hey, babe” — is a rather pathetic hiccup. ellie walks intently towards you, eyebrows knitted tightly, the staccato rhythm of her rough boots echoing upon the wooden floor, and she walks almost as if she found a wounded fawn in the middle of a dirt road.

your eyes remain firmly sealed, your limbs limp and listless at your sides, and even though you can’t see, you can tell she’s crouched down in front of you. ellie inhales deeply, and places both of her rough hands on your thighs. “hey… whats wrong?” she asks, her voice husky and thick with concern. god — does hearing that caring tone make you want to sob even harder. it tugs at your heartstrings, and you don’t respond. “talk to me… please… uh, let me get you some water?”, and with another hiccup leaving your lips, ellie nods to herself and almost walks away to the kitchen. helplessly, attempting to make her stay, you grab her wrist and sniffle away. “hurts…” you cry, and your eyes flutter open, meeting her worried gaze. her eyebrows are furrowed and her eyes are travelling from your own orbs to your cheek, her hand lifting up to wipe a measly tear away.

you love her so much you think you might scream.

ellie caresses down your thigh now, then down your knee, and then travels further down to your ankle. she plants a tender kiss there, and then on your wrist, waiting for you to reply. “baby, answer me… i… hate seeing you like this” she pleads.

as if on cue, the sharp pain strikes again, like a gentle lightening bolt, shooting through the bottom of your left breast. “think i’m… about to get my period, i dunno… everything hurts” you admit, sniffling. “i’m dramatic, sorry…” you whisper softly, and ellie sighs, shaking her head. “not dramatic, babe… i mean, you know how i get… you cry, and i break stuff… if we really think about it, i'm the dramatic one” she chuckles, tilting her head to the side. she has some light bags underneath her forest green eyes. she must have had a long, exhausting day at work — and here you are sobbing because your boobs hurt. you pout slightly and manage to let out of a small, exhausted giggle. “you don’t break stuff…”, ellie arches a brow and smirks. “no? what about that vase in the bedroom?” 

she's… half right. she didn’t break it on purpose, she was kicking the drawer because she felt like “there’s a demon", on her “cursed fuckin’ useless lesbian uterus” — so the wooden furniture shook, leading to the vase's demise, and it shattered into countless tiny pieces. then, she bought a new vase that didn’t fit the room at all, but you kept it nevertheless. 'ellie’s apology for being an asshole vase' is what she called it, and how could you dispose of such a thing?

it’s corny, really, but you somehow managed to forget you were even crying in the first place. “t’was an ugly vase”, you murmur. ellie plants another small kiss on your thigh and you nearly purr. “you liked that vase, liar”, she teases.

you sit in cozy cocoon of silence, ellie's anecdotes and workplace stories become a soothing distraction. she's careful, almost calculated, as she takes note of every smile that graces your face instead of a wince.

it’s the most natural thing in the world. 

you laugh and giggle, until you don’t. another bolt of striking pain hits your breast. you mewl, and ellie immediately ceases her sentence. “stomach?” she asks, her hand descending to rest on your lower abdomen. her palms are big and warm, and if it did hurt, you’re more than convinced her touch will make it go away. “um… no…”, and although her touch there is comforting, it’s not where the real ache lies. “where?” ellie asks, now lifting herself up and sitting right beside you. she moves the half opened book to the side, scoffing. “that book sucks, by the way… ass story” 

maybe it wasn’t just you.

she caresses down your shoulder, squeezing in affection. “where does it hurt, babe? your back?” she inquires and you hiss again, flinching in pain. “no uh…” you whisper, and then lower your chin, as if you’re attempting to signal ellie to where the pain really stays. she lowers her gaze, blinking thrice before looking up at you. your eyes are glassy and it makes her heart melt and ache. such a pretty crier, and for what? she wonders. “uh… my… y’know… my boobs… they jus’ feel heavy” you whine, your voice a soft, pitiable whisper. ellie takes her bottom lip between her teeth. “poor thing, huh?” she rasps. “owh… hate them…” you mutter, holding a breast between your fingers.

ellie chuckles, trying to seem undistracted by the way your hand is cupping your breast in despair. her poor girl… and her poor tits… — but she still is, worried about you. and she really does care, so she pushes that negligible thought to the side. “well, i like them”, she rasps quietly and cocks her head. “uh, y'know, a lot” she remarks, and she really isn’t trying to turn you on, just distract you again. 

you wrestle with a mischievous smile, damp and sticky eyelashes closing in despair. the juxtaposition is absolutely unheard of — the small river flowing down your cheek, and the smiles that keep involuntary appearing. “just like? you don’t love them?” you playfully prod, and then hiccup when you feel the ache smite again. ellie chuckles and wipes another tear with her calloused palm and not with her finger, and then let’s out of a throaty chuckle. “no i… i love your tits very mu—“ her words are cut short, as she notices you biting your lip, attempting to stifle your laughter. she shoves you playfully and rolls her eyes. “fuck you babe… if you see me blushing, ignore that shit, i swear to god, i’m posessed” — she insists, as if she doesn’t blush when kiss her lips in the morning, as if she doesn’t blush when you get dressed or undressed in front of her, or when you hold her hand and introduce her as your girlfriend.

she’s a raging, awkward blusher and she needs to come to terms with that.

you snigger, but the pain however — is still there. “owh…” you hiccup, and as soon as that thought creeps inside ellie’s mind, she swallows, no — gulps, and places her palm gently on your breast. then, she holds you by the back of your neck and makes you look up at her. “can i help you, babe?” she questions, a quivering breath following her query. your lips part, and you want to say “yes”, it's echoing in your thoughts, but all that comes out is a small sigh of relief. it nearly makes you tremble, your own hand never felt that good. you nod slowly, and ellie nods with you. “just… a little massage, yeah?” she rasps, tongue moistening her bottom lip. all she needs to do is help you find relief from that dull, pinching ache, but all she yearns to do is make you whimper out again. god, ellie…

“close your eyes… i got you” she comforts sympathetically. although her voice is commanding, you don’t follow her demand, because the way her tatted forearm flexes when she spreads her fingers on your breasts, makes you want to watch and be an audience of that glorious show forever. ellie follows your eyes, and then her own — fall down on your aching breasts. “gonna take your bra off… that ok?”, she asks, as if she doesn't already know the answer. you shut your eyes involuntarily, when her finger strokes down on your clothed, aching nipple. “i got you”, she repeats, and as soon as you know it, your bare but swollen breasts are loose, and on full display. they hurt still, but the relief is apparent on your face. ellie bites her lip, and thank god your eyes are closed, because her pupils grew twice in size, and she doesn’t want it to be sexual but she can’t help it when you’re so…

“i really do love them…” she whispers but it's simply to herself, albeit your ears catch it and you “hmm?” in response. “nothing, relax, close your eyes… gonna let ellie take care of you now, yeah?, deep breaths...” — the warmth inside your stomach spreads, and it feels like sweet and sticky lava. you hum, sighing in relief, followed by a small hiccup of pain or… arousal, as soon as ellie takes both of your breasts in her hand and begins kneading them together. it’s all very gentle, albeit her wheeze sounding breaths. when her thumb caresses your nipple, you flinch in the slightest and ellie picks up on it. “right there?” she questions, and when you find her thumb on your swollen nipple again, it’s wet — she licked it, brought her digit inside her mouth and sucked. ellie begins circling the puffy nob, now wet and glistening with her saliva, and your hips buck forward. she hums, “still hurts?” — you want to shake your head no, because it really doesn’t feel like it’s hurting any more, at least not in a bad way, but you nod your head instead. “awh…” she coos, nodding her head again, with you. when ellie hears the small whimper that escapes your mouth, she chuckles. “really… really hurts, pretty girl?” she teases, still keeping her touches light as a feather and nothing but gentle. “yeah… hurts, ellie”, you whisper, and ellie sighs and hums. she traces faint circles on both of your nipples, “think i need to work harder then… huh, poor baby?”, she mutters underneath her breath.

when her hot mouth latches itself onto your nipple, your chest all but buzzes and heaves. a moan that you can’t bring yourself to suppress leaves your mouth, and ellie groans in response. her tongue forms small circles on your nipples, both of her hands still kneading the flesh, lifting it up and then dropping it down. her index and middle finger squeeze your nipples together underneath her tongue and you wince, a small broken sob coming from deep within. she milks the pain away, and if it was perhaps in liquid form, you could say you were sucked dry. “shh, shh…” ellie murmurs. she attaches her mouth back on the nob, now suckling it in and out of her needy, hot mouth. "uh-huh... let go for me", she whispers, gently flicking a nipple up and down.

every time you whimper and cry, she has to squeeze her thighs together — because my god do you tits hurt but her cunt aches even harder.

when ellie takes your nipple out of her mouth, you let out of a small gasp. she wipes the corner of her mouth with her thumb, and takes a moment to admire the work of art sitting in front of her. your eyes, closed shut. your bottom lip, in between your teeth, and your breasts — covered up, glistening with her warm saliva. “jesus, i…” she murmurs under her breath. you push your chest forward, an attempt of showing her you’re begging for her mouth again, “hurts, please… ellie, help” you mewl, and with a grunt followed by a whimper, ellie latches on to them again. you open your eyes slowly, looking down at her through wet eyelashes, and when you see her — her eyes are intently shut, her mouth devouring you, forehead covered by sweet beads of thin sweat. “just wanna help you, just… wanna help” she whispers, her tongue pathetically hanging out of her pouty pink lips.

the desire to take her unoccupied hand, and give it a small kiss is strong, but you quickly notice — it is nothing but unoccupied. it’s shoved down her pants, moving with fervour and want. when she opens her eyes and sees that you’re looking, she whimpers a blocked but high pitched sound.  “hurts for me too”, she pats her palm directly on her achy cunt, and it might be unconventional pain-reliever, but perhaps... your ache flowed into her.

<3

#𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 anon 🎀 #ellie williams #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams smut #ellie williams fanfiction #ellie williams x you #ellie x fem reader #ellie smut

[darthgloris]

hello to my beautiful mutual! first of all, congratulations on your milestone, you deserve it! your writing is literally everything to me.

i’m more than happy to participate in your event, so i was thinking the letter “k” (nsfw alphabet) for the arranged marriage au would be so fun.

- max :)

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) - suitless!Vader, arranged marriage AU

A/N: hi @antxlss :DDD tysm for participating, I love the arranged marriage trope!!! I'm gonna presume u mean suitless!Vader, otherwise send me another ask and I'll write that for u too 🥰 btw I accidentally wrote a little about the letter I (= intimacy) of NFSW alphabet so I hope that's okay :)

When the Emperor told him he'd be marrying a woman he barely knew, Vader was certainly hesitant: the memory of his deceased wife Padmè, however remote, still lived in the back of his mind, and the grief that had grown to hatred was gradually taking over his heart, making his ability to love scarce.

He didn't know how to go about in this relationship, the patented blend of touch starvation and lack of experience with romantic intimacy had affected his attitude in the past decade. He refused to berate or beat the woman, no, that is beneath him, but he couldn't force himself to fall for her, and he didn't want to: as proven by his previous relationships, it was going to end at one point, and he'd once again find himself abandoned by the very person he loved.

He was, however, well aware that the purpose of the marriage was to give the Emperor an heir to fulfill the Rule of Two, and the thought of a woman giving him a child was somewhat enticing to him, but without intimacy, it seemed pointless to him. A simple way to describe it would be that he was expecting for things to be awkward.

After the two of you get married, they are, in fact, awkward.

You don't know exactly what to say to each other, every form of affection feels forced, the meetings with the Emperor were draining. But slowly, little by little, you start to see him for who he really is. He's no Sith, no stoic and unfeeling man: he's affectionate and loving and would very well die for those he loves. So when one day you choose to call him "Anakin" instead of "Vader", his vulnerable side peeks through for the first time in your relationship.

Over time, you begin to grow comfortable with each other, and whenever you have sex, he'd get more and more passionate every time. He'd usually focus almost only on your pleasure, eating you out until you cry, fingering just the right spot to make you scream, holding your hand while he fucked you, peppering your face with kisses when you were both done, then pulling out of you and cleaning you up. 'The treatment angels should get', he says. But when the baby fever comes, any trace of rational thought was out the window. Of course, the thought of filling you with his children makes the blood rush to his cock in an instant.

He can't wait to stuff you full of his cum and wake up next to you every morning and seeing your belly swelling and growing within the next nine months. He loves it when you ride him, he wants to be buried into you as deep as he can to increase the chance of conception. The mere idea of your round, swollen stomach and breasts heavy from maternal milk makes him grip your hips and fuck his cock deeper into you, slamming his hips up into your loose, begging hole. He swears he could cum from hearing your screams and sobs of pleasure alone.

"That's my girl, good momma."

"You handled those kids so well, maybe I should try and fuck one into you."

"There you go, angel, there you go. Full of my cock, full of my cum... can't wait till you're full of my babies."

#star wars #star wars x reader #anakin skywalker #anakin skywalker x reader #star wars anakin #darth vader x reader #darth vader #anakin skywalker smut #darth vader smut

[sapphos-ode]

Little Cat

Part 14

Larissa Weems part 13 | part 15 | ao3

Hullo, sorry again for the wait. As promised, another instalment. I hope you like it x (7.2k)

~

The insistent ringing sound of a phone - muffled by something, rouses Larissa from her sleep. She can’t find the source but the vibrations stop so she lays her head back down onto the pillow. At her movement your hold on her tightens. Larissa’s heart swoons and takes to idly stroking your back. Your phone - she assumes it’s yours as hers is on her bedside table - starts ringing again. With a disgruntled noise she plucks herself from you and slips out the bed.

Larissa finds your phone with ease. Your small bag was open on its side and it’s screen lit up the inside. She picks it up and out of curiosity looks at who was calling, the ID read ‘Twat (Alice)’. She lets it go to voicemail, not sure how well recieved her voice would be if she answered.

The display goes back to your lock screen, and a horde of notifications all from Twat (Alice) flood in from the night.

‘did u get to her place? give the address. me and mari are back at the school btw’

Then some thirty minutes later Alice had sent more texts.

‘u ok?’

‘text me?’

‘call when u get back to nevermore. need to know u got back ok’

There’s about twelve missed calls between 1am and 2am. Larissa also sees her own phone number amongst Alice’s. Then there’s the ones from just now. Four calls. Larissa glances up at the time, it reads 10:32am. She never sleeps in past 9am, her body always - without fail - wakes her up before then.

Larissa didn’t wish for any distractions… she had some explaining to do and she had absolutely zero planning done. The idea of wearing her heart on her sleeve scared her. But you deserved to know.

She pressed one of the text notifications hoping you had set up the option to answer specific texts without needing to unlock the phone. No luck. The blonde swiped up and stared at the number pad mocking her. She knew she really should just accept the next incoming call but you were still asleep and she didn’t want to risk waking you up… she really wanted to climb back into bed and have another few moments just holding you.

A wild guess but she typed in ‘1234’, a bust. The princpal looked over at your sleeping form, then back to the phone where she proceeded to try ‘0000’. Of course that was it. Maybe she should send out a staff wide email with a cyber security refreshment course.

She found your chat with Alice and sent off a reply.

Atikah: This is Weems. Atikah is back safely.

Twat (Alice): oh

Twat (Alice): ok glad to hear was worried

All the way in the staff residential wing, in her room, Alice was biting her fist supressing a scream. Not wishing to wake her redhead companion who slept next to her.

Larissa turns the phone on silent before placing it on the nightstand and clambering into bed again. Her weight shifting the mattress must have woke you and she swore silently.

Your eyes, still hazy with sleep, meet hers. Before you squeeze them shut, your hangover making itself known. Your body vibrates with anxious energy and your head throbs with full aches. There’s also a threatening lump rising in your throat but you think you can keep it at bay. You can’t tell if this is the type of hangover where food would either kill you or cure you. With a bedraggled groan you pull the covers over your head and curl into a ball.

The night before comes back to you, and you really wish the world would swallow you up. Had you really looked that sad and pathetic that your boss - who didn’t like you and deemed your feelings as trivial - had to get you to bed? You were sure you’d find a notice of your termination in your inbox soon. It would look great on your cv, fired a few months into the school year. Maybe you could find a rich old man and marry him.

“I’m so sorry Ms. Weems,” you mumble from under the duvet. Your face burning with embarrassment.

Larissa doesn’t deign to answer. All you can feel is the covers being lifted and Larissa joining you under them. She scoots closer to you and places a hand on your waist.

“Give me five and I’ll be out your hair,” you talk into your arms. Not wanting to look at her.

“Didn’t I tell you to call me Larissa,” she keeps a light tone to her voice.

She hates you calling her by her surname. That name doesn’t belong in your mouth, not like her first name does. The way you always seemed to take your time saying it, as if you were savouring the way the syllables rolled off your tongue.

You peek up from your arms and give her a withering glare - you have no time for her games, she made it clear she had no interest in you. She shot you down, so you certainly don’t plan on being friendly again… you’ll keep it civil and professional and that’s all.

You remember what she said last night, mostly. She needed to talk to you about something - clearly it was very pressing if she bailed on her fuck buddy. You think you maybe had a conversation in her bed before going to sleep but that’s all you can recall. On the topic of Larissa’s friends with benefits situ - you don’t remember seeing an adult you don’t recognise coming into Nevermore after working hours. Had Larissa ever had them over? Had they fucked in her bed? The one you’re lying in right now-

The blonde clears her throat and begins to stroke your waist with her thumb out of nervous habit. “How- how are you feeling?”

You blink slowly, “Rough. I feel like I got hit by a truck…” your candor has Larissa giggling.

“I’ll grab you some water and painkillers, wait here,”

You nod and do as you’re told. You might be feeling hurt and angry at her. But you would do anything she asked of you without question. You hate to admit that to yourself.

The whole three minutes it takes Larissa to fill a glass and push two pills out of a blister sheet feel like an eternity. An eternity where you sit under her covers bricking it. Larissa didn’t seem angry but you know that woman was a master at masking how she felt, she had it down to an art. Schooling her features and masking what she truly felt was an inevitable skill with her job.

You feel the covers being lifted and turn to face Larissa. Who has one knee resting on the matress as she peeks under the duvet. She offers out a glass of water and you take it gladly, sighing contentedly as the liquid soothes your dry throat. Larissa watches how the muscles in your neck move, she so badly wants to press her lips to it… cover the marks that litter your skin with her own.

“Here, paracetamol,”

You don’t look at the pills, blindly trusting Larissa as you take them from her and swallow. Washing them down with the remaining water. The glass is taken from your hands and placed on a nearby surface. Then Larissa’s telling you to move over she she can slide back under the duvet with you.

Once you’re both settled back down, lying on your sides facing each other, Larissa takes a few deep inhales. Closing her eyes as she figures out where to start. Meanwhile you take this moment to appreciate her - it would be the last time you could marvel at how her hair pooled around her neck before it splayed across her shoulders. How her eyes were so doe like, caressed with crows feet - a marker of all the times her blindingly brilliant smile has graced the word. The frown lines bracketing her lips saddened you to think she ever had cause to frown, to be burdened, but at the same time they were a testament of her emotions. How she felt pain and sorrow - adding a human element to her despite how godlike she was in your eyes.

You’re so confused by everything and all you want is to throw yourself into Larissa’s arms and block out the world. But at the same time you want to run - bury yourself in work and bad tv shows so you can’t dwell on Larissa. But that would be futile, Larissa was everything to you. And it would be stupid to think otherwise.

“Atikah… I owe you an explanation.” The blonde’s eyes open and search for yours. Her pupils dilating the second they meet.

You stay quiet, confusion brimming underneath your surface. Your eyes flit between her aquamarine. Hoping to find a preview of what she’ll say next.

“I- wait, how much do you remember from last night?”

You really don’t want to speak. But you can’t possibly leave the woman in front of you hanging. You’re about to answer when you feel her hand, her soft and warm hand, push the hair from your face and rest on your cheek. Idly stroking it.

“I don’t remember getting into bed, but the rest I do.” You sheepishly admit. Your voice hoarse.

“You don’t remember what was said before you fell asleep…” Larissa talks slowly and calculatingly. More of a statement to confirm her knowledge than a question.

She was hoping you had, the notion of having to say she liked you again made her queasy. Despite your feelings being in the open she was still fearful of rejection and the idea of hiding behind a faux indifference seemed much easier. Old habits die hard.

“No, sorry,” you lay your hand on top of hers. Watching her, hoping she wouldn’t pull away.

Larissa’s eyes flick down to your neck, “You are okay? Right?”

Your stumped expression makes Larissa elaborate. You weren’t dead in a ditch so yeah? You were fine?

“Last night,” she nods to your marked neck, “it was consensual, you weren’t taken advantage of?” She should’ve asked that last night.

“Oh, yeah… it was,” you mumble, not really wanting to acknowledge your activities.

Certainly not with the woman who rejected you. Why did she care other than to be nosy and chastise. Your eyes must have taken on a hard look. Your lips must have pressed into a line as you look at Larissa’s chin. No longer wishing to see into her eyes.

“That’s a relief, I was worried. When you didn’t come back with Marilyn and Miss. Hansen…”

Oh? She was worried. You feel guilty now, and a fondness for Larissa grows in your chest.

“How did you-?”

“I know everything that happens in this school,”

Larissa’s joke (or maybe it wasn’t a joke) has you laughing. Bowing your head. She wiggled closer to you, so when you look up she’s right in front of you - certainly a very effective way to have your attention on her and her only.

Your laugh stops with a sharp halt, your breath catching in your throat as your eyes wander to her lips - pale pink, lacking the usual red lipstick. In another life you’d lean in and kiss her. But not this one.

“You cried. Last night, a lot actually,” Larissa’s voice draws your eyes back up to hers. You cringe at the information. “We… you didn’t make much sense but you did manage to ask me why I said I didn’t like you.” Larissa pauses.

Your entire body has tensed, you did want to know. Kind of, but you had your answer. Buried in the layers of her guilt. You didn’t need her to list all the reasons why you weren’t what she was looking for. Or why you weren’t enough.

“I did? I’m sorry,” you say weakly. Shying your gaze away from her. “I don’t want that answer,”

You turn and go to slip out of the bed. Having to traipse through the covers but Larissa’s strong hand pulls your back flush to her front. Her much longer body curls around yours and holds you tight. Your body betrays you as it feels a sense of security.

“I think you do,”

You still against her body, and then begin to tremble as you fight back tears, your lower lip wobbling as you screw your eyes shut. You really don’t.

“You asked me that after I said that I like you,” she continues.

Was this a cruel game?

“Stop,” you feel wetness trickle to the side of your face. Getting absorbed by the fabric of the bedsheets.

“Atikah please… I can’t let you go, I shouldn’t have lied. But I was scared- ” Larissa cuts herself off, her own tears threaten her eyes. “Can you face me?”

Wordlessly you turn in her arms and give her a distrustful look. You don’t think you can talk without the dam behind your eyes breaking.

“Thank you,” You note how Larissa’s face softens as she studies yours. “Your feelings are returned…”

Your eyes light up.

“But,” your shoulders sag, “there is a significant age gap- ”

Ah, you were just too young. A pity.

“And I was worried that it would become an issue, I have- ” god, she really is about to admit aloud parts of her she barely acknowledges herself. She presses on, “I’m- I’ve had my heart broken many times, and I’ve grown distrustful…” a deep breath, “so many people wanted me for what I could give them, do for them.

“I’m shamed to admit but I’ve been taken advantage of, I’ve ignored red flags because I kept hoping that if I just changed. Became different for them they’d want me… for me. But that never happened,” Larissa’s voice cracks.

“And because of all that I have a lot of… issues. I have this horrible habit of denying myself anything good that comes along in my personal life… I sabotage my own happiness and with you during the sunset, I did it again.

What I’m trying to say is I’m not the best partner…. And I’m also at that point in my life where I just want to have a simple routine with someone. With you…” she speaks with a tremor.

“But?” You prompt her on.

“But I couldn’t do that to you. You’re young and you still have so many things to experience that I already have- I’m afraid I just don’t have the thrill or excitement you’d want, my problems aren’t something you should have to deal with.

“When you confessed, oh Atikah I wanted to say yes so badly, and- but- you’re so young and I’ve become a bit of a bore in my progressing age,” Larissa sighs in defeat.

You roll her explanation around in your mind. Mulling over what she said in silence. Larissa seems to take your lack of answer as a cue to explain herself more.

“I also worried that me being your employer might have made you feel like you were being coerced… and I- all I want is for you to make your own choices. And not feel tethered,”

You lift a hand to take a lock of silken hair between your fingers. Absentmindedly running it through your digits, focusing on how it feels against your skin.

“Larissa, who said I didn’t want a simple relationship?”

“What?” It’s a ghost of a whisper.

“I’m sorry you’ve been used before… no one deserves that, least of all you.” You slink your arms around her neck, pulling her incrementally closer, you can feel her heart pounding, “I’ve been in a few relationships where it was all about doing new and exciting things together, but I honestly wasn’t happy. I want to go to work, and then when the days over I want to go back to you, I’ve always been a creature of habit.”

You nudge your head into the junction where her neck becomes her shoulder. Your warm breath tickles her skin.

“My job keeps me very busy…” Larissa practically whimpers.

“I know, but even a quick smile when we pass in the corridors is enough,”

“I’m bitter, I can get jealous… I’m insecure, and I’ll always worry I’m not enough,” Larissa’s hand begins to stroke your hair. Her voice shaking.

“Yeah, you are.”

“Ow…”

“But that’s how you are, and I want you, as you are. Flaws and all…”

The blonde’s entire body freezes and you begin to worry you said something wrong. You pull away from her just enough to look into her eyes. They’ve glossed over and a salty tear drops onto your cheek.

“Larissa?” Panic sets in.

You scoot up and cup her face. Wiping away the tears that begin to fall in abandon from her eyes. Her chin wobbles as her lips press together. She sniffles and tries to cover her face but you won’t let her.

“Talk to me, please,”

Many shaky breathes and wet sniffles later and Larissa is able to form words. “I- I know you do, but my mind tells me not to believe you- I’m sorry, I’m so sor- ”

“Shhh, it’s okay,” you haven’t stopped wiping her tears away. Her grip on you is so tight you’re sure she’s white knuckled now.

“It’s not. I know I can trust you, I shouldn’t doubt you… I’m sorr- ”

“Larissa Weems, I want you so badly, I want all your bitterness and insecurity and jealousy. They’re parts of you and because they’re part of you I love them. But I also love your passion, the way you command an entire room just by walking in. The way you care so much about every single student.” Your eyes pierce Larissa’s as you look between hers.

Desperate for her to understand your feelings in their entirety. Hoping that she’d see herself how you do, even if fractionally.

“Larissa, I want you. Just as you are, I don’t want a different version of you, I just want you.”

That seems to do the trick. Larissa breaks down into heavy sobs as she surges forward to bury her face against your chest. Her cries not only wrack her body but yours as well. She manages to hold you even tighter as she releases decades of pain and hurt and heartbreak. For so many years Larissa had been yearning for, begging for those words. And here you were, you gave her those words without her having to work for them, to earn them. You wanted her not because she had done something good, but because she existed.

Her t-shirt that you're wearing is soaking wet and wrinkled. You run a hand through her hair in languid motions while the other wraps around her firmly, hoping it helps ground her. All the while you murmur little words of reassurance, only loud enough for her ears to catch.

Eventually Larissa’s cries turn to hiccups and broken inhales, then she’s speaking again.

“I- hic I love you, please. I want hic- you hic- I want you to be hic- mine,” Larissa’s hold on you gets even stronger as she mumbles into your body.

It hurts but you barely notice, too focused and concerned about how her muscles quiver and tense. You smile at her words and slowly pry her from your chest, cupping her face with your hands as you guide her to look at you. Her eyes are red and puffy and her nose is running. She sniffles again and fights off another fleet of tears. You press your forehead against hers.

“I’ve always been yours, ever since I first met you,” you whisper. The huge grin was evident in your voice.

It was true, when you had first walked into her office - after another teacher had shown you our quarters so you could drop off your luggage - you had stood in the open doorway dumbfounded as your eyes drank in every detail about Larissa as she sat at her desk. A smile on her cherry lips and an alluring tilt to her head as the window behind her cast her in an angelic light. You remember she had jokingly asked you if you were a vampire and needed an explicit invitation into the room. Her English accent had washed away all your nerves about the new job and replaced them with a different kind. The kind that felt like butterflies parading in your stomach, the kind that made your hands shake but in a good way. From that moment on you knew you were condemned.

Larissa’s eyes water more and this time it’s tears of happiness. Her smile threatens to split her face.

“Will you be mine?” You speak with the gentleness of a summer’s breeze that carries dandelion seeds through fields.

“Yes, yes, god yes!” Larissa can’t get the words out her mouth fast enough.

You can’t help the peals of giggles at her enthusiasm. It was so endearing and you just wanted to kiss her.

“What are you doing today?”

“I have an empty schedule until late afternoon,”

Larissa adores the way your face lights up.

“How about we get lunch?” You ask, then with hope you add, “As a date?” You pray you aren’t overstepping.

“I’d love that,”

~

Larissa sat in her living room, clad in one of her elegant dresses, hair pinned to perfection as always. Her leg bounces up and down as she lets the silence suffocate her. Blue eyes flitting to the door periodically. How long did you need to get ready?

Seconds pass, accumulating into minutes.

Doubt begins to claw its way in, forcing open the doors of her mind, perhaps you changed your mind. Some things are too good to be true. And this may have been one of them.

The faint ticking of her watch marches on dutifully.

~

Once you had reached your quarters you only had thoughts for your shower. A relieved moan escaped past your lips as the hot water hit your skin, you always liked to have it just a touch away from scalding you. You let it wash over you as you begin to lather your hair and clean your body.

You keep it as quick as you can, water falling off the ends of your hair in fat droplets onto your bath mat. After doing your teeth and applying whatever skincare products your hands reached first, you were now ready to get dressed. The clothes from yesterday had been tossed in your laundry basket.

You wanted to wear Larissa’s t-shirt, it smelt of her - faintly of that delicious spiced citrus perfume she wears but more so of her, her natural smell. You couldn’t describe it for the life of you but it smelt familiar and it felt like home. That feeling you get when you arrive back at your house after a week away, when you discard your suitcase in the hall and turn on all the lights to cosy the place up. When your pet runs up to greet you after you come back from work. When your dad calls out from the kitchen that he has your favourite meal in the oven. But you had slept in it, so you opt to fold it and place it on your pillow before chucking on one of your own t-shirts.

You wring all the water out of your hair with a towel and toss it onto your bed - it would air dry quickly. You dress yourself quickly before chucking on the nearest pair of shoes and make to leave but your reflection in the mirror gives you reason to pause. Your neck. You should cover Maven’s marks.

With a disgruntled sigh, the time it takes to cover them is less time spent with Larissa, you head to your vanity and dig around your makeup bag for colour corrector and concealer. If your memory serves you correctly, your foundation is on the floor by the leg of your desk.

You conceal the hickeys with a little too much proficiency. But soon enough it’s as if they never existed. You’re too busy inspecting them to hear your front door open and a familiar voice call out, nor do you hear your bedroom door creak open. Only when you sense a presence to your left do you turn, screaming when you come face to face with Alice. Out of survival instinct you launch whatever you were holding - your tube of foundation - at her with all your might. It hits her on the cheek.

“Ow- what the hell?!” The lycan nurses the growing red spot.

“I’m sorry! You scared me!” You counter. A hand on your chest, you can feel your heart raging inside.

“If you started locking your door maybe you wouldn’t have home invaders!”

“I keep meaning to… I just forget,” you mumble.

“It’s alright,” Alice sighs, running a hand through her fair hair. “I just wanted to check you were okay, you didn’t text,”

“Sorry, I got back safe though, and I’m sorry if I ruined your night by not texting when I said I would,” the hangxiety starts to make its home

in your stomach.

“Girl you didn’t, Mari and I had a great time, also I know, Larissa texted me,”

“She did?” Your eyes squint as one eyebrow raises.

“Yep, you weren’t answering any calls, and she texted on your phone this morning,”

Your lips form a small ‘o’. You’re not sure what to say.

“Anyways last night??? What happened?” Alice is dying to know.

“It’s… I’ll tell you later, I need to go see Larissa!” With that you give Alice a quick hug before running out of your room, a Cheshire Cat grin on your face. Tactfully avoiding the questions she’s throwing at you.

As you’re trotting down the corridor you pass Alice’s door - just missing a disgruntled botany teacher exit, wearing Alice’s hoodie.

~

You forgo knocking on Larissa’s office door, simply letting yourself in. You study the room again - it looks so different without the chandeliers on and the fire burning. It’s still no less opulent though. When you had left this room you were in a rush, and hadn’t noticed the filing cabinet with several drawers open. Some files sticking out. You also didn’t pay any attention to Larissa’s desk, it’s strewn with more employee files.

You walk closer to it, eyes soaking in the taxidermied crow and the black rose housed in a glass container. You cock your head and read the open file that lays atop the rest. A small passport sized photo of you smiling looks back at you. Oh. This was yours. Why on earth was Larissa digging around?

You shrug it off and knock on the door that adjoins the Principal’s quarters to her office. It’s more of a courtesy, you give Larissa enough time to register the knock before you enter.

~

Larissa jumps at the sound of knuckles on her front door. She had moved from the living room to her bed again - she had made it, and sat with a blanket and the stuffed cat you had won her cuddled in her lap, one hand idly running over the soft material. She placed her phone down beside her and swung her legs off the bed. Just then you burst through the door.

There’s only three things Larissa can recall from that moment; the pure and utter relief that you did come back, the way your face immediately took on the world's widest grin when you saw her, and the guilt that sneaked its way in for doubting you.

She wasn’t given long to wallow in her conscience because you’d crossed the room and enveloped her in a hug, savouring the way her body relaxed at your touch. You really could kiss her but you figured that might be too much for her. After all, the woman had problems born from past lovers’ cruelty and you both still had a lot more to discuss. You had waited so long for this, you could wait a little longer to feel those lips on yours.

“Sorry I took ages,” you hum into her ear, letting your body weight push her back down onto the mattress.

You lay there content, half on top of her with both your legs dangling off the edge of the bed. Delighted to feel her warmth against you.

“You’re here now,” she purrs, her arms finding purchase around your waist.

“You look good by the way,” you chirp into her neck. Larissa can feel the smile on your lips.

Her cheeks take on a pink tint. “Thank you,”

You spend a good amount of time cuddling, awkwardly hanging off the bed. Neither one of you daring to move and disrupt the tranquillity that’s blanketed the air around you. Larissa feels as if she is whole again, your body wraps and melds to her as if you were one entity. She listens to your breathing - calm and even. The blonde allows her eyes to close as she adjusts her own breathing to fall in time with yours.

~

Sleep must have claimed her because when she next opens her eyes they’re heavy with sleep and her mind is foggy. You’re still awake, having propped yourself up on your elbow so you can just admire her. Your hand traces patterns on her cheek - Larissa’s own one covers yours, stilling it and holding it to her face.

“We should get going, anywhere in mind?” Larissa’s usually silken voice is just a touch gravelly. It stokes a fire in you.

“Ms. Barrick actually suggested this small bistro place just outside Burlington… unless you’d prefer somewhere else?”

“No, that sounds nice,”

~

The drive was mostly silent apart from the radio station, and your occasional commentary whenever you passed by a field of cows or horses.

The bistro was the embodiment of rustic chic, raw wood tables lined the place with mismatched chairs and cutlery, even the crockery was varied. Despite this all pieces seemed to complement each other - and paired with the low lighting created an embracing ambience. All the art pieces hung on the wall were for sale, created by local artists, and wooden bookcases displayed bags of gourmet coffee beans also available for purchase.

It was busy enough without being overpacked - a lovely buzz filled the room accompanied by the sound of forks hitting porcelain as people ate. Jazz songs play in the background.

Larissa reached the door first, and held it open for you, guiding you in with a hand in the small of your back. You can’t help the rosy glow on your cheeks at her chivalry. Once you’re both inside a young woman greets you and guides you to a cosy table against a wall. You sit next to Larissa rather than across from her.

At her inquisitive look you go to justify your actions, “I just want to be close to you, that’s not a crime now, is it?”

Larissa gives it some thought, in the past whoever she had been dating always sat across from her, she had to agree that sitting side by side afforded a closeness, a sweet intimacy. She quite liked it.

“Even if it was, with such an innocent face you wouldn’t be charged,” she chuckles as she shirks off her coat and takes off her silk headscarf. You watch her mesmerised.

Your trance is broken when the waitress places a glass jug of water and two crystal glasses. She asks if you want to order drinks.

“Hot chocolate, please,” Larissa is armed and ready with her request.

You smile to yourself before asking for an Americano with an extra shot of espresso. Your hangover had pretty much subsided now but you were a tad tired, and caffeine sounded like the perfect solution.

“They have so many options,” the blonde murmurs more to herself than you.

You watch as her eyes flit across the menu. It’s printed on off white handmade paper. By the looks of it, it’s recycled given by the little flecks of imperfection on its rough surface. The deckle edge adds the finishing touch. It’s marred with coffee stains and parts of it are warped from drinks being spilled on it. You wonder how often they need to replace them.

You pick up your own menu, your fingers playing with the frayed edges. Larissa was right, there was a lot to choose from. The smashed avocado with lemon and chilli flakes on sourdough toast sounded amazing but so did their French toast with maple syrup and seasonal fruits.

“Oh! The pancakes sound exquisite,”

Your attention is drawn from the menu, Larissa’s eyes have a childlike twinkle in them and you both know she’s made her choice. Given her sweet tooth you’re not surprised. You study the slope of her nose and then her lips that are pulled into a smile. Your eyes follow the curve of her chin and on to the contour of her jaw. You fight the urge to pepper kisses along it.

“The Americano…” the waitress is back, she places your drink in front of you, “and the hot chocolate,”

You smile at her and thank her.

“Are we ready to order, or do you need another few moments?” She has a notepad and pen poised.

You look at Larissa and nod. Letting her go first. As expected she’s getting the pancake stack. It’s only now that you realise you are not ready, too busy admiring the woman next to you. The waitress is now looking at you and you still have no clue what you want. You glance at the menu and order the first thing you read.

“Wonderful, I’ll get those out to you soon,” the waitress chirps before leaving the pair of you.

Larissa wastes no time in bringing the ceramic mug to her lips, enjoying the first sip of her hot chocolate. A moan of unadulterated satisfaction rumbles from her throat and has you wide eyed, blushing, and biting your nails to keep yourself in check. Her eyelashes flutter as she relishes the warmth travelling down her throat, unaware of the effect she has on you.

It seems that this place doesn’t use hot chocolate powder, opting to melt actual chocolate into cream mixed with a little brown sugar to ensure its sweetness. Creating a beautifully thick drink that slides down with ease.

A tiny drop has found its way onto Larissa’s bottom lip. Without a second thought you wipe it away with your thumb, blue eyes meet yours with a hint of confusion before she realises. A sheepish smile plays on her mouth and she’s about to thank you but you take your thumb and lick the stray bead.

Now it’s her turn to blush.

“It tastes heavenly,” You give her an innocent smile.

She just nods at you dumbly, swallowing thickly as she slowly places the cup back onto the table. You scoot a little closer to her, your thighs pressed together.

“You know…” you talk in her stead, “the past few days, I…” you pause, unsure if you want to continue, “I missed you, quite a lot,” you whisper the last part whilst fiddling with your hands in your lap.

Larissa blinks and regains her composure, guilt gnaws at the back of her mind. She takes one of your hands in her own and gives it a firm squeeze before interlocking her fingers with you, they slot between hers perfectly.

“I missed you too,” she admits. Relieved to find no trace of anger on your face, although if there was she would understand.

“I think you’ll agree but we have a few things to talk about… about us,” your other hand comes to rest atop your joint ones, stroking the smooth skin on the back of Larissa’s. “But I’m glad my feelings are mutual,”

The blonde hums in agreement. Content that she had managed to tell you in the end.

“As backwards as this sounds, I’m glad you came back to Nevermore covered in hickeys,”

You cough on your own air, head whipping round to look up at the principal.

“What!?”

Larissa’s laugh is deep and wholehearted. You wait patiently for her to calm. Your face strewn in a delightful mix of confusion and embarrassment. You’re glad you had run into Larissa and not a student out past curfew but now you’re beginning to think differently.

She speaks with soft giggles interspersed between her words, “if it weren’t for them- well, it made me realise I couldn’t bear to picture you with someone else,”

“Oh…” it’s barely audible.

“Seeing them… It made me realise my feelings for you were stronger than my fear. That I couldn’t let you go without trying,” there’s vulnerability laced in her voice.

“Possessive are we?,” you lean in closer to her. A playful hint to your voice.

“Wouldn’t you love to know,” Larissa’s voice drops an octave as she whispers to you almost conspiratorially.

She catches how your breath hitches and your eyes widen. Her eyes flit between your lips and your neck which she only now notices the lack of hickeys. She knows they’re under a layer of makeup but seeing your unblemished skin has her dying to latch on and leave her own love bites. Little red circles to show that you’re hers to enjoy.

“The pancakes?” Just like that the charged moment is dispelled.

You look away and do your best to recover whilst the plates are being placed down. You utter a small thank you before taking a steadying breath. Unknowingly, Larissa had you wrapped around her finger and finished off with a bow.

A beautifully plated serving of eggs Benedict sits in front of you, steam wafting off of it. Two English muffins toasted to perfection sit beneath cured ham and poached eggs that look soft but not too runny. The hollandaise sauce is proportioned well, not too little that the meal would be dry but not too much that it makes everything soggy. The flecks of green from the dill garnish adds a feeling of freshness to it all.

“That looks delicious,” Larissa comments.

Her pancakes look equally as tasty, they’re perfectly fluffy and don’t look dense at all. Crispy bacon is placed between them and the maple syrup sits in a small ceramic jug, a few berries and dollops of whipped cream sit next to it and a light dusting of icing sugar coats the entire meal. You’d admit that you are a little jealous.

“You want to try some?” You regretfully have to take your hand from hers.

“No no, I don’t want to deprive you- ”

“Nonsense,” you wave her off.

You make quick work of cutting off a bit for Larissa, making sure you have a little bit of everything on your fork before lifting it to her mouth. Your other hand rests under her chin to catch anything in case it falls. You’d hate to stain that lovely dress of hers.

The blonde looks at you a miffed, but she plays along and opens her mouth for you. Accepting the morsel, enjoying the combination of flavours that bloom in her mouth. Her lips wrap around the prongs of the fork as you pull it away, your eyes focused on them. You really wanted to kiss her.

Larissa let’s out another satisfied moan and you have to bite your lip, almost drawing blood. You have to concentrate on your breathing. You close your eyes and take measured inhales.

“Here,”

In front of you Larissa offers you a mouthful of her own dish, returning the favour. You gladly accept it - enjoying the delightful mix of sweet and savoury. You’d definitely be coming back here.

You both eat in silence, a sign of good food. Your plates are cleared and you end up sitting there talking for hours. Before you know it, it’s time to head back to Nevermore. You silently curse whatever meeting Larissa has.

~

Back at the school you and Larissa stand in the quad, the leaves of the tree have turned to orange, a few red ones dapple its branches. Occasionally some flutter to the ground to join its brethren that dot the grass. The autumn breeze ruffles the tree and makes it move with an uncanny likeness to a breathing beast.

You have to part ways here, sadly. You’re facing her, both her hands clasped in yours. Idly chit chat being exchanged - both of you trying to stall and steal a few extra seconds.

“This was lovely,” you hum, getting lost in her eyes.

“It was, yes…” Larissa tilts her head as she regards you with a fond look.

Her phone buzzes in her pocket with a reminder. She needed to head up earlier to sort the mess of files on her desk.

Your eyes land on her pocket with a melancholic smile, “you’re always welcome to swing by my quarters, Rissa, any time,” you chirp.

“Duly noted,” her heart soars.

You go to pull away, to let her get on with her day but she moves unnervingly quickly. Her hands cup your face as her body bends forwards. Her lips - god her lips were so soft, velvety even. She presses them to yours and in your shock you can see her eyes are screwed shut and her brows tense. You let your eyes flutter shut and kiss her back. Your arms snaking around her waist pulling her flush to you as you arch your back to fit against her like a puzzle piece. Your hearts thrashing in your chest and you feel lightheaded. Only able to focus on the feeling of Larissa’s lips on yours. How you’ve dreamt of this and now it was finally happening.

It was chaste and sweet, and you stayed there for longer than needed, savouring the sensation. Electricity spikes through your entire being, originating from your mouth. The blonde is the first to pull away - a look of wonder in her lidded blue eyes. She’s just a touch out of breath but with the dreamy smile on her lips you know she’d gladly run out of air if it meant she could kiss you nonstop.

Her phone vibrates again.

“I need to- I’m sorry,”

“Go, you have a school to maintain,” you understand. And what you said was true, even just a passing smile was enough.

You give her one last peck on the lips before sending her on her way. You stay in the courtyard watching her retreating figure, and returning her smile when she looks over her shoulder just before disappearing from sight.

~

“Come on, pick up,” you mutter at your phone as it rings.

You’re speed walking through the halls, feeling giddy and light as a feather. Finally Alice picks up. Her voice sounding tin-like and metallic.

“Hello?”

“Are you free right now?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m coming to yours in five,” you hang up on her and hurry to the lycan’s quarters.

~

Unlike you, Alice locks her door. So you attack the door with your knuckles. Impatiently waiting for her to answer it. She opens it with a muddled look of worry and confusion.

You spend the rest of the day with her, giving her a rundown - carefully censored for the sake of Larissa’s privacy - of everything that had happened since she lost you on the dance floor.

~

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[judasgot-it]

Hiii! I suddenly had an idea like a vision or something tehee

imagine after a party (idk, hunting dogs celebrating another victory) and s/o’s feet hurt for her heels so tecchou noticing, carries her on his back. sorry if it was simple

btw Can i call you Judy and be 🪻anon?

You've gifted me a nickname and all I did was ignore you. I think the best thing that should be done is that I write your ask and that you beat me (jk please don't I'm just a writer. but ily flower anon that nickname is so sweet u have full use to call me it <3)

Scenario: Husband! Tecchou carries fem! reader around while at a party (TW for reader being a little drunk at some parts lol)

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Kiss Me - Sixpence None The Wiser

1:15 AM

The work party was still raging on.

Fukuchi and Teruko were screaming a duet into the karaoke machine, some sort of anime intro that Tachihara complained only old people would know.

Jouno was surprisingly still in the room, forcing some poor chef to make another batch of some overly complicated dish that apparently only Jouno could appreciate. There was a gun on the table, although surprisingly it wasn't pointed at anyone yet.

You could breathe a sigh of relief at that.

All you were looking for now was Tecchou. He had gone missing around half an hour ago, doing who knew what. He was the one thing keeping you alive at this party, considering how you were one or two drinks away from either passing out on the floor or just trying to take yourself home.

Your feet hurt, what else could you say? Maybe you were a little bit too drunk right now since you were sad over where you had placed your shoes. They were somewhere in the room, you were sure of it.

It was a really emotional endeavor, enough that you felt tears start to come to your eyes thinking about where you placed them. You tried to wipe them away the best you could, trying to not hit your face with the pair of shoes you were holding in your hands.

You walked across the room, hoping to find your husband in the crowd of very important government people whose names had lost you at that moment. Thankfully no one approached you, although maybe it was because they were all as messy as you were.

Tecchou was one of the tallest people there, and even on your tippy toes, you couldn't find his messy chestnut hair in the sea of heads. The feeling of panic started to settle quickly, your heart almost beating outside of your chest - your husband could be almost anywhere.

You turned around, feeling your tongue fall into your throat as you still couldn't locate your man. Wiping your wet eyes, you watched as a man approached you - tall, with messy chestnut hair.

Swallowing deeply, you tried to compose yourself as you saw his eyes land directly onto yours. Against your will, your eyes began to well up with tears once again.

Your feet guided you, rushing towards him like a bullet.

There was no thought as you wrapped your arms around him, your face buried down inside of his red suit. You sighed with relief as you felt your cold nose start to warm up against his body, the air you breathed our fanning against the cold skin on your cheeks as you nuzzled deeper onto him.

“Oh, there you are Angel.”

Two hands pulled at your arms, their warmth shocking your cold skin into goosebumps. His fingertips danced along your skin, callouses massaging your skin all the way up to your shoulders.

“I was looking for you. I was starting to think you got lost.”

You looked up as you said this, blinking innocently up into his honey eyes. He leaned his head a little bit away to stare at you, the tattoos on his cheek blending in with his long eyelashes.

Watching them twitch made your lips curve up, how they perfectly melted in together. You took one of your hands and pulled his face to look down at you properly, his brows pinching as he took in the full sight of you.

“You're so pretty Tecchou. Do you ever hear that?”

He smiled at those words, leaning closer into your hand.

“You told me that on our wedding night, actually.”

His brows pinched again, his gaze looking downward once again.

“Angel, why aren't you wearing your shoes?”

His words took a little to sink in, you still too busy watching how his beautiful face pulled apart as he said those words - the tattoos underneath his eye moving just underneath the small creases from his smile.

“Hmm… My feet hurt.”

You other hand lowered itself, cradling his waist as you swayed to the music that played throughout the room. It was easy to ignore the horrible singing that accomidated it, as you instead focused on the strong muscles that were barely consealed underneath Tecchou's suit.

He barely budges, only swaying slightly as he let you have your moment - watching you with hooded eyes. His steps were small, his heels clicking lightly against the tile of the dance floor.

“You know, if your feet hurt I can just carry you around.”

Stopping, you looked up at him, looking at his face carefully. His eyes held no lie, seeing as he was always a truthful man.

“Are you sure about that?” It was always polite to ask in your mind, even when you were challenging one of the strongest men you knew.

“I can lift twice your weight, you know that angel.“

A small smirk spread on his face as he said this, his eyes poring through your figure. His hands traveled down to your waist, squeezing you gently.

”I wouldn't break a sweat at all, if that's what you're worried about.“

You didn't have time to react as you stomach did twists, Tecchou manhandling you into a bride carry with ease.

”Oh my god, Tecchou!”

It was impossible to hide the joy in your words as he carried you, continuing the dance you had started earlier with ease. He hummed along softly to the song that still played, ignoring whatever wailing words were coming out of a horribly drunk Fukuchi's mouth at that moment.

It wouldn't ruin yours at the very least.

“What? I'm not going to let you walk around while your feet hurt.”

He danced with ease, completing a lazy waltz with you in his arms. His soft locks were lit up by the chandelier above, turned into a soft caramel from the light that shone through the strands. They stuck up in all sorts of directions, forming a creme brulee halo around his face.

You brought one of your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing your fingers to sift through the longer strangs of his hair. It was soft, almost an estactic feeling to have something so ethereal under your hand.

“You're so gorgeous.”

His face was closer to yours, his nose nearly brushing against yours. You giggled, stealing his air as you did so.

“I think you said that to me on our wedding night, handsome.“

His lips were pressed against yours, his handsome face blocking your vision for the rest of that night.

#Idk why im thinking i have a very feminine voice while writing #not bad i think i guess its just a thing i have #idk i use this account to try to improve my writing and this is something i think ive noticed #i might try more scenarios that are based around actions cuz i lack a lot in that area #anyway i wrote half of this to the nutcracker btw so if it seems cheesy its cuz it is someone take tecchou fluff away from me #im rambling here tbh #tecchou x reader #tetcho x you #bungo stray dogs x reader #bsd x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bsd x y/n #tecchou x you #tetchou x reader #tecchou bsd #tecchou x y/n #tetcho x reader

[thecuriousquest]

Baby Bird Part Two

Tag List: @issamomma @repostingmyfavs @chickennugnugnugs

Request: Heyy! Really enjoyed reading ur Hawks fic:) Would u be interested in a part 2 like what happens after the online learning starts? Maybe she tries to sneak out of her window to see friends from school and hawks catches her? Thank you 🫶🏽(Love all ur fics btw)

Warnings: Platonic yandere themes, spanking/corporal punishment mentioned (reader doesn’t actually get spanked), isolation punishment mentioned, sleep deprivation, sensory deprivation, reader tied to chair

Part One Here.

Checkout my Master List here.

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Keigo has gone through the entire list of punishments. He has taken you away from schooling, given you extra chores, and makes you wake up early to do extra studying.

So why, WHY, aren’t you responding well?

After all of this, you’re still trying to sneak out of the house to go visit your friends from school.

He hates thinking about using corporal punishment, but what choice are you really giving him? Your stubborn attitude needs to be stopped.

Keigo wakes up on a regular Thursday night, hearing rustling coming from outside of the house. His feathers can sense abnormal vibrations, and he gets up to checkout everything.

Low and behold, you’re hanging from your fucking window, your friends looking as if they’re about to catch you.

Keigo rests his elbows on your window sill and give you a blood curling smile.

“So, you just hangin’ around out here at three am?”

“Keigo…you were supposed to be asleep.”

You feel feathers lifting you up under your arms. They guide you back inside as Keigo takes a step back to let you in.

Sticking his head back out, Keigo shouts at your friends, “Sorry about all of this. My baby sister is being a naughty little girl, and she’s about to be punished. I’m sure you understand. Be safe getting home!”

He shuts your window and whirls on you.

“What the hell’s the matter with you?!”

“What’s the matter with me? That was so fucking embarrassing, Keigo! Why would you say that to my friends?!”

“Don’t you dare try to turn this on me. You were the one trying to sneak out AGAIN. What the hell has gotten into you?”

You clench your hair in your fists and pull on your locks out of frustration before stomping your foot against the ground. “You took everything from me! I hate homeschooling, and I hate not being able to see my friends even more!”

“That was your punishment for going out behind my back. Obviously, I wasn’t hard enough on you because you’re still pulling the same crap!”

You glare at him with glistening eyes, and for a few moments, you two stare at each other in an unspoken challenge. His intense gaze gets the better of you, and you end up looking away from him.

Keigo plucks a feather from his wings and looks at you. “You gonna act like a little kid? I’ll just have to treat you like one. Thought I wouldn’t have to do this, but nothing I do seems to work.”

Taking a step back, you hold your hand up to ward him off. “Wait, Keigo, don’t! You don’t have to do this! I’ll listen. I swear, please, just- fuck, no!”

You high tail it out of your room. You know him well enough by now. He probably just sent a feather after you, but you still try to run from him.

Correct in your thinking, a feather dips into your hoodie, pulling you upwards by the collar of your sweatshirt. You kick your legs, screaming for your brother to put you down.

“Actually, I think a spanking isn’t severe enough for this. I’ve got a better idea in mind.”

———

You whine as you struggle against the kitchen chair that you’re now tied to. With duct tape over your mouth, he places a pair of headphones over your ears which play a continuous stream of static.

And then, Keigo covers your eyes so you can’t even go by the clock on the wall.

———

You have no idea how long you’ve been like this. It could be one hour. It could be all night. You really can’t tell. The static sounds the same, and it’s driving you crazy. It’s the same noise over and over again. You scream for Keigo to turn it off, to let you go to sleep, but your noises come out muffled.

This has to be some form of abuse or torture.

You groan and throw your head back, trying to shut it all out. Maybe, if you can manage that, then you can get some sleep.

Your plan doesn’t work. Every time you’re about to drift off, the same line of static cuts through you, jolting you awake. It’s useless.

Fuck, Keigo is such a hard ass.

You’ll never sneak out again after this. Why couldn’t he just beat your ass like he mentioned before? You’d gladly take that over this any day.

You guess that’s the point of all this.

You want to throw all logic out the window, but you’re starting to understand that if he went through all of this to try to teach you a lesson, then he really must be at wit’s end. Is all of this really because you just wouldn’t listen to him?

———

You’re finally at your breaking point when Keigo lifts the cloth from your eyes. He takes the headphones off, but you can still hear the low humming of the static in the back of your mind. Even with the headphones off, you still can’t get away from it.

Fully defeated, you look up at Keigo with snot running from your nose and tears dripping down your face.

“You learn your lesson yet, or do I have to put the headphones back on while I have breakfast without you?”

He takes the duct tape off of your mouth so you can respond.

“I’m sorry, Keigie! I won’t sneak out ever again. Please, please, please, no more! I don’t want anymore static!”

Keigo raises his hands in mock surrender before untying you from the kitchen chair. He pulls you into a strong hug, rubbing your back comfortingly.

“I hated doing that to you. I really did. Please, don’t sneak out again. It’s serious. I wouldn’t have any clue if you ended up in a dangerous situation. I love you, Baby Bird.”

Leaning into his chest, you wrap your arms around him.

“I love you too, Keigie.”

#submission #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere themes #triggering content #triggering themes #my hero acedamia #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #platonic yandere #platonic yandere big brother #yandere big brother #keigo takami #takami keigo #yandere keigo takami #platonic yandere keigo takami #yandere hawks #winged hero hawks #pro hero hawks

[ineffabildaddy]

ok hi!! i just finished reading in your own time and!! sam, it was wonderful. (forgive the word vomit that is to come i have too many thoughts)

i truly cannot emphasize enough how much good omens priest aus mean to me. my little catholic guilt ridden self finds so much comfort in them and this is no different. you managed to capture the idea that love is holy and divine so well. like the idea that love can never be sinful or wrong is so powerful to me and important to me and i love how you portrayed that in this fic.

also! goddamn it made me emotional (positive!!) i teared up multiple times because some of the lines you wrote just hit me in my soul in ways i wasn't expecting but couldn't be more grateful for.

i feel like i need to reread it and form coherent thoughts but for now just know that there's a note in my notes app titled "quotes from iyot to scream about" and i cherish it and you and the fic greatly 💜💜

HELLO I LOVE U SO MUCH

it makes me so so happy that you took the time to my priest au, i know it's not a short fic aaaah

i'm genuinely overjoyed to hear that this fic brought you comfort!!!!! my main aim in the good omens fandom is to make u (and other ppl, but especially u) feel like you are beautiful and loved and worthy of the world and to hear i've succeeded in that even a little is very important to me🫂

i loved reading ur comments as u went along btw!! they were so funny and also so azfirming💙

omgggg i would pay good money to see the content of that note in ur notes app👀

#good omens #fanfic #asks #iyot #ineffabildaddy

[blue-jisungs]

5k followers event !

CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?? BC I CANR 😍 we hit 5k!!!! thank you all so so much from the bottom of my heart, i cannot fully express how thankful i am 🥹 it doesn’t matter if you’re new here or been there since the begging (well technically it does, you’re an OG!!! love u<;3), as someone once said: it doesnt matter whom you have known the longest, it’s about who came and stayed till the end (or something like that lol)

so to celebrate i decided to make a lil poll and txt won the voting! combining my first ever band that waltzed into my heart and stayed there (5sos) with one of the latest ones (txt) seemed like a fun idea! now, if i could i’d write it in a completely different way but my attention span isn’t the greatest + i have a couple of different projects going on (such as the july jam session which was inspired by it btw lol), so here’s how it looks: each member has a piece written (~1k words each) connected to a certain song from an album! i know, i know there’s no sgfg but i couldn’t match anything <\3 and i was having such a hard time bc i am biased, okay? i love youngblood and 5sos5 and it was SO HARD TO PICK A ONE SONG?!

okay i need to stop talking so much. anyways, here’s the masterlist that will be updated! (did u see what i did here? i put them in the order of release just like the way i’ll post my fics–)

good girls ,, huening kai — 2/07

the only reason ,, yeonjun — 4/07

better man ,, beomgyu — 7/07

best years ,, soobin — 10/07

HAZE ,, taehyun — 12/07

again. thank you so so much! i wouldn’t be here if not you!! :( i’d like to thank my moots, my beloved friends i’ve made on here. now bare w me bc why does it feel like i’m leaving or something 💔 i just love n appreciate you so much but, here we go:

thank you ola, my mother ☝️ (@l3visbby) for correcting my works even when i didn’t ask you to :( you’re always there to hear my rambling (literally) and you’re the grammar police muahaha also a big big inspo, i’m genuinely grateful that you’re here, bearing n somehow managing my bullshit

ZANNA! @slytherinshua, my loveliest friend, an angel, felix in disguise, biggest joshua and dk stan e v e r!!! what id do without you…? probably die (not to be dramatic 🙄). you’re such a inspiration and good person to be around, i love your reblogs and conversations with you! you never fail to me make me smile and it’s always a fun time screaming abt taehyun together <3 you’ve been with me since… what, like… forever!! (almosr a year actually i still can’t believe it) and i’m so happy that we met <3

KIMCHI!!! 김치 LIKE THE KOREAN DISH!!! KIMCHI LIKE NY BELOVED FRIEND @planetkiimchi!!!!!! you’re so sweet. like, always. thank you for introducing me to nct LMAO but in general, i love texting with you :( you’re so funny and always being such a positive vibe!!! not to mention your writing, it’s genuinely so amazing?? i still remeber the chan piece you sent to me before posting, it made me so emotional AND IF THAT DOESNT SPEAK VOLIMES THEN I DUNNO⁉️ thank you for popping in my inbox n making me smile so much <3

speaking of inbox @lipedaisy i’m looking at you 🫵 debs, you’re so so lovely :( i uh, tend to forget about things, ahaha! so when you pop in n say simple stuff like drink water i feel like… well, you’re a life saver lol! you’re always so kind and bring positive energy, i love chit chatting with you (even if i forget to reply💔).

i hope you won’t be mad i mention you in one paragraph but it’s only because it applies to you all!!! @fairyhaos ,, @mirxzii ,, @rubywonu ,, @etherealyoungk ,, @delcakoo ,, @crxzs and @enluv you inspire me so so much!!! not only you’re the loveliest and funniest people i’ve met but i love your writing!! i know i don’t reblog that much but i write more than i read <\3 but you have amazing talent, your works are always beautifully written. nia, roxie, skye, yena, ema, angie, coco you deserve all the happiness in the world and i’m so grateful we’re friends (even though i’m a dry n late replier sometimes <3)

and to my other moots — @yeonscity-main ,, @sieunsgf ,, @malarign ,, @ddeonudepressions ,, @pnkvernon ,, @wqnwoos ,, @wheeboo ,, @ylliris-hanniehae ,, @icyminghao : thank you for being here!! even if we met only a couple days ago… you make me so happy, i love interacting with you n talking abt goofy stuff, you understand me so well and we get along so smoothly it’s making a lil heart really happy :( you make tumblr feel more like home <3

and to readers (if you made it to the end, wow. like, seriously. i personally wouldn’t 🏃‍♀️💨 so, thank you <3), my babies precious gems angels cuties patooties!! thank you so so much for supporting me and my work! i know i complain abt empty reblogs but it’s only bc they motivate me more lol!! i am truly grateful n blessed to have you, even ghost readers (i see you🫵)! without you, rhis blog wouldn’t exist today >_<

#why am i emotional #i sound like a broken record but again #thank you so much. i mean it. #txt fic #a is for axe’s rambles!!

[lesbianwriter]

May i request for a very lonely lamia (snake girl) who doesn't wanna eat her prey (it could be a hero or regular human who stumbled on her lair). just fluff and a little bit of smut. Thank u.

i love your works btw good thing your writers block is starting to go away.

I am desperately clawing for my life to get out of the slump I’ve been in. Just imagine somebody flailing their arms above quicksand…yeah that’s me these days.

It had been a long time since Villain had seen any human in her lair.

Ages had passed in complete solitude, and though she had never once minded being alone before, the strain of her loneliness was beginning to weigh down her bones. It was hard to move around in the mornings, when the sun filtered down through the hole atop her cave. And even late into the night, Villain couldn’t bring herself to unfurl herself from her bed, so instead she would look up at her only opening to the sky and wish that someone would fall in.

Finally—finally, after so long of being without any prey or anything to play with—a human woman fell in.

Villain slithered forward, eager to wrap her tail around the human “I haven’t seen a human here in so long. What’s your name?” The human trembled, whimpering as she felt scales curl around her waist, winding around her until she was wrapped firmly in the lamia’s tail.

Oddly enough, Villain didn’t want to kill the mortal.

Not yet.

Not when she had been alone for so, so long.

She didn’t know anything about what was happening in the outside world, and the human must know something that she could tell—she had to have a story to share, and gossip would be especially entertaining.

“What’s your name?” Villain repeated.

“…Civilian.” The human gasped as the tail around her squeezed, smiling warily. “Look, I’m so sorry about intruding on your…home…” Nervously, her eyes fluttered around the cave, most likely looking for an escape. “I didn’t mean to fall in here, I swear! So if you could just let me go then I’ll be on my way and won’t tell anybody about—“

“Tell me about yourself.” Villain interrupted.

She figured that was the easiest place to start.

Their eyes met, and hesitation stirred like storm clouds in the other’s eyes, but Civilian offered a weary smile, a thin beam of sunshine in the dark cave.

“O-oh. Well…I was collecting flowers when I tripped down here. I—I own a small shop where I sell flowers, and I have to replenish my stock somehow.”

Harmless.

Villain could’ve killed her and been halfway done with eating her by now, but as she contemplated the idea, she found that she didn’t want to eat her prey…it was odd, and certainly out of the ordinary, but the human was refreshing.

Her smile was like the rays of sunlight that lit up the cave, and her eyes were like the dark and shining as the starry night sky.

Civilian’s skin was warm…and oh how long it’d been since Villain touched something warm, her own blood cold and serpentine. As Villain wrapped her tail around the mortal more, it only got warmer, Civilian’s pretty face becoming flusher.

“Are you afraid of me?” Villain slithered even closer. “All the other humans I killed would be screaming and begging for mercy right now.”

Perhaps humans had become braver while she had been rotting in her cave.

They didn’t know what there was to fear when all the monsters were hidden away.

“I’m terrified.” Civilian admitted shakily. “But it’s rare that anybody’s wants to hear me talk.” The smile she’d put on for Villain twitched into a frown for a moment. “Can we talk more, if you can hold off dinner for a little while?”

“I’d love to!” Villain replied honestly, and a little too eagerly for what would be befitting of a human devouring monster like herself.

—

—

A great deal of time later, Villain was stroking Civilian’s hair as the human lay asleep on the bed. Her tail curled around the human’s ankle while she stared off at the stars.

The human had told stories; she had crafted images with her words, looming the treads together like a tapestry that only she could make, and Villain was captivated by every sound that left her lips. Civilian talked about her life, and what was happening in her village.

Then she did scream…

“I enjoyed this.” Civilian held onto Villain’s hand, her fingers curling into Villain’s. “Are you going to eat me now?”

“No.” Villain whispered.

“Then can I leave in the morning?” Civilian asked. “I liked this—I really did—but I have things to take care of outside of this cave.”

“What if I wanna keep you?” Villain pouted.

—

—

In the morning, Villain did relent to letting Civilian leave. It was unnatural for a monster like her to do so. Letting humans leave wasn’t a thing they did—Villain would’ve never done that before, but loneliness had done something to her.

The threat of returning back to that overwhelming, never ending loneliness suffocated Villain, a rope squeezing her throat tighter and tighter.

How many more hundred of years would she slowly waste away in solitariness until another human came along that she’d spare because of how pathetic she’d become?

Sighing, Villain began to curl back into her usual huddle on her bed, but then an echo ran through the stone walls.

“Can I come back later?” Civilian questioned. “I’ll bring gifts, too! You’re the only person that likes hearing me talk, so I figure we can help each other out…if you want.”

“Promise?” Villain called back.

“Pinky promise!” Civilian affirmed before she rushed off.

#villain x civilian #civilian x villain #monster x human #monster girlfriend #fluff #no misery yet #at least for now… #thank you anon <3

[oohbuggypie]

BUGGYYY I WAS JUST LISTENING TO MUSIC AND I HEARD THESE LYRICS AND THEY FIT BULLDON (THE MONSTER AU ONE AUGHHH) SO WELL OMG OMG IM NEURODIVERGENT ABOUT THISSS SORRY IF IM BOTHERING U I HAVE BRAINROT ABT THEMMM

this is also related to gofer's writing abt them 👁️👁️

ok so uhh the "knowing better" could be for don feeling guilt about using bull to go to the party and how he knows its not a good idea

The "twisted pleasure" lyric could also fit the one i mentioned above 💔💔 sorry abt this i suck at explaining stuff but i still gotta release the beasts 💔💔‼️

The "got me feeling breathless" part could be bull being under his spell (why are these getting shorter 😔😔)

The "growing cold, will you let me go?" part fits the moment when bull breaks through it and gets mad at him

Sorry if this sucks balls i just need to scream about them. BUGGY YOU WILL PAY FOR GIVING ME BRAINROT ABOUT THEMMMM ‼️‼️‼️

AND SO WILL GOFER SINCE I KEEP VIOLENTLY SPINNING THAT FIC IN MY HEADDD 🗣️🗣️‼️‼️

STRAWBS OMG NO THIS HAS FILLED MY HEART SEEING ... BREAKING DOWN LYRICS AND CONNECTING THEM TO THE THING UR IRREGULAR ABT U GET ITTT 🩷

eating this tf up omg. the "knowing better" portion makes my heart hurt because it's true, Don uses people with such little consideration ..; but this time its so different bcuz he feels that unusual sense of guilt both as he begins manipulating Bull, and by the end where Bull wakss up and starts strangling him .. he knows better deep down that what he does is wrong yet he continues that behavior

the "twisted pleasure" reminds me of how Don does seem to still get a small kick from how easily malleable everybody becomes beneath his manipulation, but also i think it could apply to Bull (and other victims) feeling that odd sensation of warmth and safety when they begin falling under the manipulation ...

"feeling breathless" omg .. okay i like this both ways . Don feeling breathless from being choked and his breathing becoming shallow is the more literal sense that this can be taken in, but also i like the idea of Bull "feeling breathless" when he's under this spell of sorts. maybe it's a personal thing but when i get overstimulated or im in a tight situation i feel unable to breathe as well; in the state of the maze, Bull is described to cover his ears and hear Don's voice as an overbearing kind of noise. i think that state of panic and overstimulation could leave him with a lack of breath, from both too much going on and the anticipation of escaping that state so he could re-enter the real world

and finally, the "growing cold, will you let me go?" ;; again, i think it can be taken very literally with Don pleading for Bull to understand that he didn't mean what he did, and how he begins to almost lose his grip on consciousness as the strangulation lasts longer .. but also i think it can be taken in the context of their feelings. any remaining warmth or forgiveness Bull could have held for Don has now faded into nothing, warmth going cold. and the "will you let me go?" in a questioning tone could be from Don's perspective, questioning two things; will Bull not turn back and save him from his vulnerable state ? and will Bull ever find it in himself to forgive Don for his actions, therefore "letting go" of the hate he has for him?

STRAWBS I LOVE UUU THANK U SO MUCH FOR THIS ASK OML. I LOVE THESE LYRICS I LOVE THESE CONNECTIONS I LOVE UR BRAINN AND @goferwashere UR PROPAGANDA IS WORKINGGG 🩷 srry this took so long btw omg im not at home rn 🤕🤕

#punch out!! wii #punch out wii #punch out #punch out monster hunter au #bald bull #don flamenco #bulldon #ask answered #UAGHHHH I LOVE BULLDON SPREADING GUYSS THEYRE SO WORTH THE THOUGHTBI PROMISE

[xxlunar-0988-xx]

You're pretty <3 | Casey Jr Rottmnt

Oh mah gawd i just got the cutest Idea and I'm not losing it so I'm writing it rn (even tho it's like 11 pm)

This fanfic is about Casey giving compliments to the reader aka u and asking u out (⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ͜⁠ʖ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠)

Btw this is set a while after the plot of the rottmnt movie and sorry if the rottmnt characters are a bit oc i barely pay attention to any characters when i watch a movie ;-;

We need more fanfics about this boi!!

Key words: y/n - your name; f/f - favorite flower

Rottmnt Casey Jr x fem!reader (I'm sorry ;-;)

Warnings: tooth rotting fluff

Enjoy

---Authors pov---

"hey y/n." Casey called

"yes?" Y/n questioned, turning to the boy, giving her full attention to hear on what he was going to say

"i like your eyes." He said and turned away leaving the room he was just in

"y/n, are you sure you're not dating?" April questioned as she leaned to see where Casey was headed to

"at this point i don't know if he's dropping hints or trying to be nice." Y/n groaned, as she put her face between her hands and leaning back against the couch

"well what if he is dropping hints? You're gonna lose your chance!" April yelled towards y/n

"well what if he's just being nice! I can't just embarrass myself like that!" Y/n yelled towards her friend, pulling her hands off of her face, April noticed the red flair on her cheeks and smirked

"do whatever you wish y/n, just remember, time is ticking." April sang as she turned to leave as well

Y/n just sat there dumbfounded, she grabbed a pillow and pulled it against her face as she screamed in it out of frustration

Meanwhile with Casey:

"What do i do master Leonardo! I kept giving her compliments and 'dropping hints' but she still doesn't get it! Maybe it wasn't meant to be." Casey said as he plopped down on Leo's bed, defeat written all over his face

"no, you're not giving up that easily, you know what, now you're going to be straight forward, kiss her lips!"

"WHAT!?!"

"Okay that is it! This was fun but Leo, you know nothing about dating." Donatello exclaimed

"oh yeah, what do you know then?" Leo teased as he turned to his twin brother, arms crossed

"well most definitely way more than you do, Casey you just gotta tell it to her straight forward, if she doesn't like you back, then just be friends it's that simple-"

"oh what are you guys talking about!" Mikey butted in to the conversation, Raph behind him seeming interstated as well

"Casey has a crush on y/n and doesn't know how to tell her." Leo said as Casey's face turned beat red, embarrassed of the situation, he tried to leave but Mikey stopped him

"oh no, you're not going anywhere untill we get you ready to ask y/n out!" Mikey exclaimed as he pushed Casey towards his room, that they of course built for him a while back when they defeated the krang

"or you can leave him to me." April said as she slid in front of Mikey, right before they could get through the door

"you turtles sure know nothing about dating." April sighed as she made a waving motion for Casey to follow her

"i mean she is right-"

"oh and what do you know miss know it all?" Leo questioned, stopping his older brother, Raph, from finishing his sentence

"i know that you're not supposed to kiss a girl without her consent, in fact you're not supposed to do anything to anyone without consent." April said as she turned to leave

"Wait! Maybe we can help you? We might not know about dating but we can be great when it comes to outfit picking."

"and flower picking!"

"and-"

"okay! you can help! But leave all of the talking practice to me." April said as she pointed her thumb towards her chest proudly

"no problem, now let's go to the mall to get Casey a new outfit!" Mikey yelled excitedly as he pointed towards the ceiling and started running towards the exit

"yeah!" Everyone yelled as they started to run, Casey being pulled by the wrist by April

---time skip---

"go get em tiger!" Leo whispered as he gave Casey a beautiful bouquet of f/f pushing him to the living room

Casey took a deep breath and straightened his outfit as he hyped himself up, as if the turtles, and April, didn't do that just seconds ago

'okay Casey you got this, just remember what you practiced with commander April' he thought as he sighed and walked towards y/n

"heeyyyy y/n." He said as y/n turned towards him

"hi Casey- oh nice flowers, and outfit." She started, "am i forgetting an important occasion or something?" She questioned

"no you're not, hey do you umm... what to- to... Go out with me?" Casey asked as he held out the bouquet towards y/n "oh and these are for you!"

The turtles, including April, cringed at Casey's poor attempt of asking you out

"that wasn't even how we practiced!" April whispered, as she pulled on her hair

"oh- uhm- i mean yeah! I would love to Casey." Y/n smiled as she took the bouquet of her f/f, she grabbed the flustered boys hand as they went out of sight, presumably to go on their date, or for y/n to get ready first

"ah what a beautiful sight, it makes me so sick." Leo said as he fake gagged, "anyway I'm gonna go to my room and take a nap, peace!"

"I'm glad they got together, where did you even get the flowers Mikey?" Raph asked as he turned towards his younger brother

"from the flower shop where else?" Mikey said

"how much did it cost?" Raph asked

"y'know i sould probably also take a nap-"

"Mikey!"

And that is all, sorry that it is kinda shit but I'm fairly new in the fandom, oh and sorry if everyone is kinda oc

Anyway hope you have a great day/ night/ afternoon

Bye!!!

#rottmnt #casey jones jr #casey jr #rottmnt casey jr #x reader #fluff #flirting?

[heartscrypt]

hi im the back and im now a stray cat in ur backgarden waiting for a meal. give me fun facts abs ur ocs or ill scratch something. i think they are So Cool. please

ouuu my god YOU HAVE UNLEASHED THE HORRORS . I LOVE MY OCS RAAAAAGHHHHH

ok im . putting this into like subsections based on ocs. limiting myself to 3 fun facts about each oc so i have some that ppl can still ask me about.

looong post so im gonna put it under a read more

cyrus:

he is a nickname guy. he will give people nicknames. the most notable one is "inky" for azul. she started calling him it post-overblot because it made him uncomfortable in an entertaining way. for mc / yuu she'll call them "small-fry" / "zako" because. well. its condescending. also in jpn it's apparently slang for "weak / useless person" or "mob character" LMFAO. "fry" / "chigyo" is how he addresses people that he doesn't care about (mostly other students from different dorms) and he often calls other dorms "chigyochi" (rough translation would be. Breeding ground?? but in official eng it would probably be something like Hatchery i guess. to remove the Implications LOL). she also likes to call specifically freshmen "freshwaters" / "tansugiyo" because. coming from the coral sea as a saltwater mer. the Peak of insult is implying you're a freshwater fish who can't survive the salt or the cold. basically calling all these freshmen weak as fuck

he's so terrified of sebek its so funny. its like an irrational fear of him too. cyrus just wants to Sprint Away as fast as she can when she hears sebeks voice because sebek reminds her of a crocodile. incredibly hilarious considering sebek is a whole freshman and cyrus is a whole junior and they're from completely different dorms so there's like. So little chance of them interacting

she HATES the nrc birthday tradition of the "gift of good fortune" (aka getting cake thrown in her face) because her least favorite food is whipped cream. he honestly just hates cake in general and hates the idea of cake being thrown at him (in reference to the scene in the little mermaid where vanessa stumbles into the wedding cake bc the sealife is attacking her LMFAO). she's not even a good sport about it bc shes immediately trying to run away. her birthday presenter (its cater btw. if u even care) has to literally hold her down kicking and screaming.

marron:

his worst subject is alchemy. things can and do often blow up in his face... even if that wasn't originally possible for whatever he was making to do. pre-overblot, this is mostly obscured by how he's able to maneuver his lab partners into doing most of the work for him. post-overblot, it's so obvious that it's his weakest subject that crewel immediately puts him in remedial lessons and he's so embarrassed about it. will get snappish and defensive if anyone presses him on it because he hates feeling like he's being criticized

he has a favors gambit running in the freshmen classes. if you picked any random freshman student out of the crowd at nrc... 9 times out of 10 they'll owe marron a favor. it's a lot less formal and definitely a lot less intimidating than azul's contract system, but that's part of what makes it work-- the people indebted to marron are pretty much unaware of their debt until they step out of line and face consequences they weren't anticipating at All.

his brother had connections to a security company named Cloak&Dagger. it has connections to S.T.Y.X. in that it sells information on overblotters to the organization but it also more generally keeps tabs on the influential people of the world (like the royal family). marron uses this connection to cultivate a horrifyingly wide information network. he does have all the personal data on ur phone btw. he knows everything you looked up on wikipedia. he's side-eyeing you for spending that long on sigmund freud's page.

jettie:

the youngest in a family of six. his three siblings, all guys, are older than him-- around college/workforce age. in order from youngest to oldest they are buddy, moore, and ramer (all respectively based off chum, anchor, and bruce from finding nemo). they're a lot more friendly than jettie. also a lot bigger. jetties kind of the runt so hes more aggressive to compensate. they love him anyways <3

his family run a bodyguard business. it's a little ominous. his other three siblings are kind of iffy on continuing it because it's shady as fuck but jettie is READY to take over the business when his father nimius (twisted off of glut from the little mermaid 1) gives him the opportunity or 2) kicks the bucket.

he keeps all his baby teeth in a jar. actually all of his teeth that fall out. he bites a lot of things he shouldn't so this is more common than you think. did you know sharks have a neverending supply of regenerating teeth? isn't that horrifying? well its a trait jettie has and yes it is more horrifying when he's in his human form. he brings out the jar of teeth when he wants to fuck with someone

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #twisted wonderland oc #heartscreations #cyrus de seirene #marron enneve #jettie vortex #whewwff long post. sorry yall. i love my ocs a lot

[impossiblebird]

Another year has passed on Earth; meanwhile Pluto still hasn’t completed a single rotation around the Sun since its discovery, whether it be by Newt or by Clyde William Tombaugh (those americans, they always think they discover everything 🙄). After all, Sonya’s grandmother was right in a way; Newt came back from Pluto just as young as he was when he left. The universe has a funny way to do things. To celebrate, here is one last glimpse behind the scenes of Pluto! 🪐 (or is it?)

- originally, thomas and newt were supposed to have sex on christmas night after sharing their first kiss. but this is your gift, and i know just how much ace thomas means to you and to so many others (and to dylan!), and how much he has come to mean to me as well in a way i didn’t expect, so I scratched the love-making and let thomas and newt decide themselves how to define their love and how to express it to each other, and i think it’s so much better this way 🤍

- you need to know that newt and thomas sharing earbuds and holding hands was directly inspired by your airport fic, like a lot of what i wrote here (but i don’t think it comes as a surprise, does it? i do believe this whole story of mine screams of yours. what can i say, except thank you for inspiring me)

- you may also have noticed that i dropped a specific clue for you to make you guess who i am…it was just way to tempting 😳

- the quote “gravity is matter’s response to loneliness” isn’t mine (sadly), it comes from the movie the half of it. i would definitely recommend it!

- i wrote the shotgun scene while drinking a pumpkin latte, i wrote the scene of thomas and brenda meeting and bantering at the stables while drinking eggnog, i wrote the whole christmas yule ball (until the kiss) while drinking a golden chai latte. it was a journey made of hot drinks!

- the shipwreck in which lizzy’s baby father allegedly died is a real shipwreck, that of the HMS Serpent

- you asked who delivered lizzy’s baby if thomas didn’t, and honestly? i don’t know. let’s imagine that, since the pregnancy went on for longer it happened way more smoothly and harriet, brenda and teresa were able to handle it by themselves!

- Newt positively melts when he sees actual pictures of Pluto for the first time and notices the “heart” on its surface

- i did intend brenda to be understood as trans/nb but i wasn’t sure which one to go with, so i left it to interpretation ✨ i’m so glad you enjoyed that detail!

- i made the conscious decision of writing 2022 in the past tense and 1890 in the present tense. no reason, i just thought it was funny. (and i had a tough time explaining to my beta reader that it wasn’t an error in coherence)

- newt and thomas grow old together. once they get tired of city life and retire from their jobs, they move back to the isaacs estate, turn the music studio back into stables and live a quiet and happy life

- i was extremely happy to get to write for you 💗

🥺 happiest of new years to you, my lovely santa <3

hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh you knew how much ace thomas meant to me?! honestly that makes me so happy to hear because i thought all their intimate scenes together were PERFECT 💛💛💛 you did an incredible job and i really appreciate you keeping in mind my love for ace thomas even though i know i didn’t mention it on my wish list <3

MY AIRPORT FIC INSPIRED YOU?! oh my god. the idea of anything of mine inspiring such a beautiful and incredible story just blows my mind…. 🥺

A CLUE?! i’ll be on the lookout for that in my next reread then 🫡

thank u for the movie rec!! with such a beautiful line i know i have go check that out asap

that sounds like a LOT of coffee santa 😳 that coffee shop was blessed with the presence of genius ;)

omg it was a REAL ship. a fun fact indeed

okay phew i’m glad they were okay without thomas there <3

AAAAAAAAAAH PLUTOS HEART. i absolutely adore it and i know newt would too. i’ve put a photo of it on the cover of the playlist of songs you suggested for this fic btw 💛

TRANS OR NB BRENDA WAS INTENDED OMFG

YOUR MIND 🤯 galaxy brain fr <3 that’s completely amazing and i am once again in Awe

THEY GO BACK TO THE ESTATE AND LIVE HAPPILY EVER AFTER OMG 😭😭😭

stop do you want to make me cry MORE?! i’m so glad you were my santa and it makes me unbelievably happy to hear that YOU were happy to write for me 😭💛 i cannot thank you enough for such a beautiful story, and for going the extra mile to leave me these messages in my inbox <3 *mwah* i adore you

#ask #tmrss22 #pluto

[ichigomis]

im here to request again !! aahhmm can i request how will hq boys react if their s/o called them 'their husband' while ordering through a drive thru?? again i like to say i love your writing ❤️❤️

HAIKYUU BOYS REACTION WHEN YOU SUDDENLY CALL THEM YOUR HUSBAND

with: timeskip! suna, ushijima, oikawa, akaashi

notes: fluff! ❤️❤️ anon i love u so much!!!! also, i added a few other scenarios here but put the drive-thru one for suna~ ur prompts are so cute btw ;;

❊ SUNA scans the menu from your side of the window thinking of what to get. it's way past dinnertime and nothing about fast food in the middle of the night screams healthy but these spontaneous little drive-thru trips with you are just too precious to pass up.

a voice from the intercom suddenly shakes him from his thoughts, "welcome to wackdonald's, what can i get for ya?"

you turn the car radio down and move your head closer to the window, "um, i'll just get the fries and..." you trail off turning to your boyfriend, "rin what are you getting?"

suna squints at the menu again and hums, "just the cheeseburger and some coke." he says before slumping back down on his seat and busying himself with his phone. you glance at him and smirk, a silly little idea popping into your head.

you clear your throat making sure that he'll hear you, "uh-hu, and my husband will get the cheeseburger happy meal." and as you expected, his head shoots up from his phone in surprise. you choose to ignore him, suppressing your giggles, and continue to drive to collect and pay for your order.

you thank the crew with a smile as they give you the bag with your food and hand suna his happy meal, "what's wrong, rin?"

he looks away almost instantly and mumbles, "nothing." you bite your lip, his little frown and pout is making it impossible for you to keep your act up, "why'd ya get me a happy meal?" he asks.

you shrug as you drive off the restaurant, "just because..." finally you give in, letting a chuckle slip your lips, "...my husband deserves it." suna's head whips to you, and as soon as he sees that little smirk on your face he rolls his eyes, a flustered blush creeping on his cheeks.

❊ USHIJIMA takes a handful of onions from a stall and chirpily places it in your basket. he's lost in his own little world, inspecting vegetables and thinking of what to cook for you tonight. "look at this y/n," he reaches for a fresh cabbage and shows you, "it's newly harvested." your eyes dart from the cabbage and at your smiling boyfriend, your weekly rendezvous to the farmer's market never fails to put him in the best mood.

you take the cabbage from his hand and grin, "something with this for dinner later then?" he nods his head and continues his shopping.

you walk up to the lady minding the stall and pay for your goods and she gives you a big smile, "your husband sure knows his vegetables." she chuckles as she eyes ushijima, who suddenly finds himself listening in your little conversation.

a smile tugs at your lips, "ah, yes. my husband loves coming here." the words slip from your mouth and ring just right in your ear.

you thank the lady and get ready to leave when ushijima suddenly takes a set of carrots and puts them in your basket, "we'll also be taking these," he points to the carrots and passes the lady his payment.

"ooh, looks like dinner will be good!" the lady chirps as she returns his change.

ushijima nods, a pleased grin on his face, "yes, i will be making vegetable stir fry for my wife later."

❊ OIKAWA nervously clears his throat and fixes his hair for the hundredth time in the past hour. you suppress a small laugh and snake your hands up to his hair, fixing it yourself. "you'll do fine, tooru. don't worry."

he lets out an anxious sigh but grins at your touch, "well i am meeting the rest of your family for the first time today-"

"-y/n!" a kid calls for you, waving their little hands excitedly.

you shoot them a smile and wave back, "that's my nephew/niece," you tell oikawa and take his hand, leading him up the front door.

your nephew/niece stares up at your boyfriend with this little sparkle of wonder in their eyes as they gasp, "whoa!" they giddily look him up and down then shoot you a grin, "your husband is really tall!"

you snort out a laugh, "right? my husband's a volleyball player!" you beam.

your nephew/niece gasps again and you feel oikawa's shoulder tense up, "cool! can you teach me?" they ask him with anticipation and he gives them a big grin nodding his head, "of course!"

you couldn't help but smile and wonder why he was ever nervous about meeting your family when he's such a natural, "why don't we go inside? everyone's probably waiting." the kid nods and runs inside the house.

just as the two of you head inside, he pulls you in and whispers, "you didn't correct them..." he clears his throat, "about the husband thing..."

you tilt your head playfully, "hm? did you want me to?"

oikawa's features suddenly light up and his usual smirk finds its way back on his lips, "hmmm..." he trails off teasingly and confidently takes your hand in his, "nope, i'd rather you not."

❊ AKAASHI silently stands beside you with his hands clasped together behind his back, patiently waiting for you to finish your little conversation with an old friend.

"oh! i don't think we've met yet," your friend extends a hand to him and they shake, exchanging small smiles.

"oh! this is my..." you trail off, glancing at akaashi who wears his usual friendly grin. you bite your tongue, the urge to tease him just for fun crosses your mind. and without thinking much, you decide to do just that.

you carefully watch his expression before beaming, "...husband, keiji!"

there are two akaashi's you love: a smiling akaashi and a very very flustered akaashi.

and like on cue, his cheeks flush the deepest hue of red and you couldn't help but giggle, smitten like a kitten.

you exchange more small talk with your friend before you part ways. and when the both of you were far away enough, he pokes your arm and pouts, "what was that for?"

you hum in pretend thought, "i don't know..." you look up at him and flash him that smirk he can never resist, "just felt like it?"

he sighs running his fingers through his hair then adjusts his glasses, a lovable habit, "this is troublesome, y/n."

"hm?" you stop walking, confused by his sudden remark.

he turns to you, it was his turn to flash you a smirk, one he knows you can never resist, "i have to marry you now to keep up with your little act."

p.s.: aaaaa i love doing prompts sm,, so don't be shy send them in! also im so sorry these took so long uni is killing me ;;

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[taeilskitty]

Hey there! I saw that you open for a request so here's what I thought : what kind of sound did nct make when having sex? Are they more into whimpers, groans, or maybe dirty talk? Thank you so much for answering my question and hope you have a good day!

i was BORN to answer this omg. lemme tell you, i have thought about this so SO much!! (i'm leaving chenji out of this bc i don't know how people feel about that yet)

anyways, i hope u enjoy and i hope this matches what you had in mind <3

taeil

oh fuck. taeil is most certainly a groaner. i think (and trust me, i've thought a lot) he must make these gorgeous low moans like right in the back of his throat if that makes sense - have you ever heard his bubble voice messages? oh my god, they're so fucking hot. his raspy voice in the middle of the night is just to die for. that makes me CONVINCED that he dirty talks super up close. even thinking about it makes me shiver :(( he's the king of praise, i just know it. i think he degrades too, but his favourite is when he mixes both together - "you look so pathetic there baby, how cute." "daddy loves his pretty slut so much." "god you're so fucking good for me, my cockslut~" taeil also asks things, i think that suits him so much. "yeah? you like that?" "is daddy's cock too big baby? shh, i'll be done soon..."

taeyong

whiner. whiner. undoubtedly. this boy has the sweetest, prettiest little moans... he gets all high pitched when he's close and oh god when he sinks into subspace he just mewls and his voice gets so weak </3 little "yes" and "a-ah thank you"s slip out because he such a good kitten. he's so precious... and if he gets asked to speak while he's getting fucked he just squeaks out an answer. "m.. love it... ah..." n he will never fail to say his please and thank yous - he's so well mannered even when hes getting used !!!

johnny

this is just. oh my. i think he's silent for the most part. heavy breathing and quiet grunts and groans until he's close. THAT'S when he starts moaning, all sorts of things slipping out. "god you're so good" "i love this hole so much" ahh??! i think he talks down too. fuck !!! daddy!johnny is so patronising, and not just outside of the bedroom. kinda like taeil, he asks things, but he makes u feel so dumb and cock drunk :( AH AND he like... coos when you feel all dazed from his cock... "awh~ is that good? you like that don't you sweetheart? yeah, i know."

yuta

i have this vision of yuta just SLAMMING from behind with his face right up in your ear, telling you all sorts of dirty things lowly with just the hottest voice ever. he's very vocal about what he wants, and he loves cumming inside... so expect him to talk about that. oh, he is so fucking possessive too. "hmm. mine. this is mine. you're mine." he probably bites your ear/neck when he says it... the grunts that come out when he slams are enough to send anyone reeling, but i bet he tells you "fuck. gonna. gonna cum in my fuckdoll--" n his voice just trails off as he fills you up and sighs<33

kun

now kun is !! an interesting one !! ... i envision him as a pretty hard dom, so i don't think he's any stranger to degrading. that being said, i think he's more talkative when he's giving punishments (e.g. spanking over his thigh... heaven<33) rather than when he's fucking. i think he moans lowly, semi-quietly but as he gets more and more pent up he gets louder. (i think this is the case for most of the nct doms but oh well) he'll praise how good you make him feel - assuming you've been behaved enough - but that doesn't stop him from cursing under his breath at every chance he gets ,,..

doyoung

definitely has pretty moans !! he probably does whine, but i mean that in a dom way - if that makes sense? higher pitched moans but not pathetic, in fact it's probably paired with him whispering "fuck yes, good [insert ur fave petname here]". i think he's the type to kiss you a lot during sex and like... moan into your mouth; any space not taken up by the sound of moans will for sure be filled with the sound of his panting and his tongue dancing with yours.

ten

another semi-whiner. i always saw him as a dom but i'm sliiightly succumbing to the idea that he may be a switch... which is why i think there's so much BEAUTY in his moans?? ten makes really pretty, breathy whines and moans i'm sure, i don't particularly think he talks a crazy amount but rather short instructions. (yes i'm going back to dom!ten) "turn around." "get on your knees" "quiet." AH !! he always lets you know what he needs - however, sub!ten will just whine and squirm till you make him cum because he is most definitely a slut who takes anything:(

jaehyun

first of all, this man wrecks me to the fucking core, and i could talk about this for... a while. but his moans are definitely like, raspy high-pitched type. think about his vocals. esp in try again... i bet you they sound like THAT. i'm sure he talks a bit too, tbh he probably says rather textbook dirty things but it sounds so fucking hot when it's him. "yeah take it, take my cock" "fuck yes just like that", he loves how you whine when he moans right up next to you btw - it just makes him do it even more. oh, and bonus - he will never call you ANYTHING without prefixing it with my or daddy's. daddy's girl, daddy's boy, daddy's pet, my dirty slut... ahh<3

winwin

it's almost contrasting to jaehyun but sicheng's voice is so low. i can't explain this in any way other than that he's kitty, but his moans are so... puppy? and when he's fucked, he makes himself sound so dumb too. he's constantly slurring his words and biting his lip because he's trying to keep quiet but anyone who walks by the room will hear "mm.. m!!" because he just can't help himself :( when he's close he probably squeaks like taeyong and cums all over the place GOD i want him

jungwoo

oh god there's no doubt that jungwoo talks SO much during sex. he probably loses his fucking mind with how good he feels. he's such a good boy but sometimes you just need him to shut up - but he can't. he squeaks out a little moan when you push into him, or when you start touching his cock, but withn minutes he's babbling non-stop; "oh god oh god mommy/daddy i love it so much, a-ah like that, please~"

lucas

my brain used to be convinced that xuxi was a dom, but i'm now sure he's a switch. either way, his moans are pretty much the same. they're very heavy and... i guess manly is the best way to put it. in my head i can literally picture him being like "ughhh..." when you start fucking because he just feels like he's wanted to fuck you so desperately - yes, even if you fucked hours before. it's always so breathy and moany and i think he sounds like a bit of a fuckboy tbh... "fuck yeah" as he slides his cock into you? THANKS

mark

loud baby loud baby LOUD BABY:((( no matter how much you cover that pretty mouth of his he will be so LOUD!! he can't stop talking and whining and panting, kinda like jungwoo but honestly... more. he swears a lot too. he tries not to but he just can't help himself :( "aw shit... god shit!!!" under his breath UGHHFDGGDFDD SO FUCKING CUTE IM GONNA SCREAM !!! he's very polite though, so he always says sorry every single time :( he babbles like hell when he cums, he can't stop himself, again like jungwoo. "i'm gonna cum i'mgonnacumi- i'm -- ah fuck, shit--!!"

xiaojun

two words. action figure. everyone knew that was coming, HA - i'm sorry but THAT verse means we all know how he sounds. i think he tries his best to talk normally while you edge him but his little voice keeps on wavering and cracking and just... he can't help but sound all pretty and pathetic :( but surely dejun has some (very frequent) moments where he can't keep his front anymore and just whines like a whore because it feels so good<3

hendery

the things i'd let this man do to me:))) i think at first he'd actually try and hide his moans because he feels like that's what he's supposed to do, but no. for me personally, i know i would NOT LET THAT HAPPEN !! he probably sucks the air in through his teeth in an attempt to hide it - it's very fucking sexy when he does that, granted - but he can't keep doing that for long. i think he hums and laughs when he can't keep it in any longer because he almost feels some kinda defeat but then he just moans semi-loudly and lets out a "good girl/boy/baby... let me fuck you, huh?"

renjun

renjun scares the fuck out of me. why? because his moans are fairly quiet. he's master and it S H O W S. he grunts quietly, maybe muttering things under his breath like "so fucking tight" "mmh there you go..." to fill some silence but he does it subconsciously; he goes so far into domspace sometimes that he just can't control himself. when he's close he talks through his teeth and he's like "i'm. i'm gonna cum baby..."and the more you whine on his cock the more he just laughs at you because he's a sadist hhhhhhhhhhh.........

jeno

most definitely a fun one... you see when he's sub, he pants and whines and drools all over himself like a big dumb puppy boy and he just breathes so heavy n his moans are all shaky... if he's a brat he will try and talk big but he can't take it, he just gets so pathetic and !!! but dom jeno is fucking TERRIFYING because he talks down and tries his best to intimidate you. he chuckles and degrades you, but one of his faves is when he can big himself up under his breath. "look at you now. you love this fucking cock."

haechan

this isn't good for my mental health :) i fucking cannot TAKE this brat :) AHA! hyuckie is honestly such a whore, he's bratty and rude and always talks back at you like he's the king of the fucking world. he's constantly laughing at you and trying so hard to make you feel like you're not worthy but he feels so good he just gets fucked dumb by you :( he is SO loud too. he wants everyone to hear what a dirty whore he is and he makes sure he puts on his prettiest pornstar moans. he whines like his life depends on it. on the off chance that he's being a good boy, he begs and cries and whimpers when he finally cums - and i mean CRIES. sobs. he'll be heaving by the time you're done with him, but god he fucking loves it.

jaemin

fuck... fuck okay... well firstly he loves to talk. we all know how much he praises and how he's constantly showing his love off... that doesn't stop at fanservice, nope. he will fuck you like a ragdoll and keep calm and composed as ever, talking down to you as if you're in his lap for a soft cuddle. "baby loves nana so much hm~?" "oh you really love that don't you?" "you know you're so pretty. nana wants to cum in you so bad~" yes, he calls himself nana because he's a cocky fuck and loves how it sounds. especially when you're moaning it for him.

yangyang

i'm kinda in 2 minds about this... on the one hand, he's kinda like hyuckie in that he whines a LOT. but he can actually keep his composure - he's a breathy whiner, he's not quite as loud and he most certainy doesn't crumble as easily. (that's not to say that he can't, he most definitely can.) on the other hand i think when he's in a more neutral headspace rather than subby, he talks to you like a total fuckboy. not in a mean way but he's just like "hah. i know you love me fucking you like this." he gets so cocky and he sucks hickeys into your neck and hums quietly<3

shotaro

he's such a shy baby :( he wants to moan so much but he probably gets all self conscious and tries to hide it... so you gotta make him feel safe :( when he does he whimpers and it's so pretty and pathetic. the way he wells up with tears and hitches his breath is. adorable. he whispers "thank you... ah..." every time he feels that good and by the time he cums it's just falling from him like a waterfall :( the more comfortable he feels, though, the sluttier he can get... he will always be a good boy but i think he lets his whore side come out every once in a while <3

sungchan

last but most certainly not least, yet ANOTHER boy who pains me to the core. i think sungchan whimpers too. THERE I SAID IT. his cock is too big for his own good so he just... needs you to do SOMETHING to him :( he always sighs at first, maybe hissing just a little but then he gets to a point where he's quietly whimpering because he just needs to cum so fucking bad <//3 "need it... p-please..." he's always nervous to use titles but if he wants to cum he has no choice :( when his dom asks please who? he blushes bright red n mumbles a little "please mommy/daddy... 'm so good..." and god yes he is he deserves it so much ugh<33333333333333

#i fucking broke myself doing this. #anon #req #taeil smut #taeyong smut #johnny smut #yuta smut #kun smut #doyoung smut #ten smut #jaehyun smut #winwin smut #jungwoo smut #lucas smut #mark smut #xiaojun smut #hendery smut #renjun smut #jeno smut #haechan smut #jaemin smut #yangyang smut #shotaro smut #sungchan smut #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct dream smut #wayv smut #kpop smut

[donald4spiderman]

could you write something where reader sends noods😁 to spencer and he’s like on the metro or driving or just somewhere public and he completely gets super flustered and drops his phone and yeah…the rest is up to you! also i use she/her pronouns if that’s okay. btw love your blog & your writing! have a good day!

THIS!! fulfilling my filthy exhibitionism kink rn. i took some creative liberties with the story but i hope you like it!

TW: nude photos, implied smut, slight sub!spencer & exhibitionism

part 2

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When Hotch notified you that Morgan and Spencer were scheduled for a road trip to an FBI conference in New York City, your first reaction was reluctance— you’d be without Spencer, your boyfriend, for four whole days. Usually, the two of you spent every waking moment of the day together. So solving crime without him, as well as going home to an empty apartment, saddened you a bit.

However, the more you thought about it, the more you were open to the idea of him being on the road with Morgan. The two of you discussed your curiosity with exhibitionism, so you decided that now would be the perfect opportunity for some long distanced sexual torture.

Much to Spencer’s chagrin, you pried his wandering hands off of your body before bed, insisting that he needed sleep for his long day ahead. You kissed his pouty lips, assuring him that you’d make it up to him eventually. Little did he know, you were formulating an evil plan in your head.

About four hours into Spencer and Morgan’s drive, his phone vibrated thrice. He raised his hips to fish his phone out of his back pocket, unlocking it only to find three of the most erotic, dirty, downright filthy photos of your body he’s ever seen.

Morgan’s eyes are still on the road, so Spencer leans to the right of his seat, tilting his phone away from his friend so he can scroll through your nudes without interruption.

The first is the most modest of them all; a high-angled shot of your breast and thighs clad in a matching black lace lingerie set. He can make out your hand trailing into the top of your waistband.

He’s already hard.

The second one is slightly more revealing. Your breast are free from the bra, and you’re gripping the underside of your boobs, propping them up perfectly for the camera.

You know how much he loves your boobs.

The third photo isn’t a photo at all— it’s a video. Spencer cranks the volume all the way down once he realizes this, narrowly missing the sounds of you fucking two fingers into your pussy. He’d give anything to be able to hear your moans and whimpers right now, and he curses himself for not bringing headphones.

His hands shake rapidly as he responds to your messages.

Spencer: Fuck me.

Spencer: I hate you.

(Y/N): Having fun?

Spencer can hear your smirk through the phone.

Spencer: I think we need to pull over at a gas station so I can deal with my problem. Thanks a lot :(

(Y/N): You are so very welcome <3

Morgan glances over at Spencer once they stop at a red light, concerned by the genius's flushed face and jittery hands.

“Reid?” He asks. No response. “Reid!”

Spencer jolts up, “U-Uh y-yeah?”

“You alright? What you got there?”

Spencer shields his phone screen, “N-nothing! N-None of your business!”

Morgan narrows his gaze, “Okay... you’re being weird.”

“Am not!”

The red light changes to green, and when Morgan steps on the gas, the force of the car sends Spencer’s phone flying up onto the dashboard— face up.

Morgan catches a quick glance at your messages before quickly averting his eyes, “Woah, Reid! What the hell are you looking at?”

“Nothing!” Spencer screams, turning off his phone and throwing it into the bag in front of him. “W-What did you see?”

“Please tell me that was not (Y/N).”

“Who else would it be?” He exclaims, causing Morgan to fall into a fit of laughter.

Morgan wiggles his eyes rows suggestively. “Y’all are freaky-freaky.”

“S-Shut up! You weren’t supposed to see that!”

“I don’t even wanna know what you two do when you’re alone. You had me fooled, kid. I thought you were some innocent little angel--turns out you and your girl are sexting it up on company time.”

Spencer’s blush travels down his neck, “Can we please not talk about this anymore.”

“Fine.” Morgan nods. “But when we get back, you and (Y/N) won’t hear the end of it.”

Spencer was not looking forward to it.

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