#october drabble

[museaway]

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[hesbambi]

bubblegum brat.

❝such a dumb little thing. only thinking with your pussy❞

pairing; yuta x (f) reader

genre/warnings; smut… profanity, sexy business yuta, oral (m) receiving (aka face-fucking), allusions of masochism/sadism, mentions of gum, cum eating, crying from pleasure/frustration, edging (lots of it), reader calls yuta daddy once and yuta loves calling reader a brat (duh)

summary; y/n is bored. why not bother yuta? what y/n didn’t know was that the pink bubblegum she chewed would end up in the trash and her on yuta’s lap. 

word count; 1.8k (a Record…!)

authors note; my first long drabble / one-shot in a while. i promised you all something and i hope this makes up for me not being active as much anymore. forgive me angels. hope you enjoy it, please let me know if you do!!! 

YUTA HATES BRATS. 

at least that's what he wants to believe. because even as much as he says he does, yuta still keeps up with you.

there's something so arousing about him putting you back in your place that makes you go a little dumb. you'd purposely go into his office while he's working and he'd look so sexy on the phone, manspreading and twirling that pen of his. eyebrows furrowed and his jacket disregarded which only left him in a plain white shirt and slacks. yuta is sexy, and he knew it. what he didn't know was that you had made a plan in that little brain of yours to get his attention. yuta surely wouldn’t call it thinking with your brain but instead thinking with your slutty cunt. and sure, he was busy, but you've been alone for so long, misbehaving was the least of your worries.  

entering his office as quietly as you could, just sitting on his couch and staring. not affected by your starting, yuta offers a pretty smile and goes back on the phone. then you go on to sighing and tapping your feet, which yuta only gives u a look and tells you to quiet down. frustrated, you left the room, making him believe you had walked out of the office for good, leaving him confused until you came back with nothing more than pink bubble gum in your mouth. yuta knew what you were doing the second you stepped into his office again. he debated holding off his call and putting you in your place or giving you the benefit of the doubt. he chose the latter. 

yuta was clearly wrong for doing so since it seemed like your mouth was capable of something else other than talking back and sucking his cock. you start blowing bubbles, and seeing yuta stare at you with such intense irritation, gave you the chills as heat pooled where you needed him most. since he was still on the phone, he managed to call you over with just two of his fingers. 

although excited and shameless at first, you started to feel a sense of regret, knowing how harsh yuta can truly get when you don't abide by his rules. he points for you to kneel in front of him as you reach his desk. you follow mindlessly, finding nothing more than satisfaction in seeing him pay attention to you, even if he was angry. yuta still converses with whoever was on the other line. he extends his hands, creating a cupping motion under your chin, expecting you to drop the gum from your mouth onto the palm of his hand. when he doesn't feel any movement, yuta looks back down, rage glosses his eyes, and disbelief at your unrelenting brattiness. 

"i'll call you back," yuta exclaims shortly with a huff to the other line. you don't hear him utter another word, not to you or whoever he was calling. yuta only squishes your cheeks together, creating a pout on your face and mouth slightly widened. even if he doesn't say it, you know what he’s waiting for, the pink gum to drop out. but instead of submitting and spitting it out, you close your eyes and whine, trying to make him let go of your cheeks. 

“spit it out, you fucking brat.” yuta doesn’t let his hands leave your face. the grip becoming rougher and making your mouth widen. the tighter his grip got and the angrier his features his face started to form, and your heat trembled in want, making you rub your thighs together. 

you know you’re pushing him and stretching his limits, it's what you want. you want him to put you in your place, for him to mark you up and make you feel good in places yuta only gets to feel and touch. yuta couldn’t find you any dumber. although he was amused that you let the act go for so long, he’s surprised you think he’ll give in so quickly. he knew you were acting like a brat just to get his attention and make him see red. 

he doesn’t give up. instead of smushing your cheeks together, he lets them go and pinches your nose with his thumb and forefinger. shocked, you stare at him, seeing a smirk on his face. yuta knew you weren’t expecting him to get the upper hand. due to the lack of oxygen, you opened your mouth slightly. but even with the smallest movement, yuta takes the chance to bring his other hand in your mouth and take the gum out. 

“you’re not so smart, are you baby? such a dumb little thing, only thinking with your pussy, hm?” yuta sneers, bending down to your face, getting at your level. you don’t even see him throw away the pink gum, instead focusing on the heat settling on your lower abdomen, your body perking in excitement from his rough hands gripping the base of your neck and pulling your hair. tilting your head back, your eyes find themselves at the back of your head. 

the slightest touch from his hands could make you shiver in need and yearn for him more deeply than before. yuta knows. a man with power in his hands to destroy you, he would know, he has to. yuta doesn’t even need to say it, unzipping his trousers with the hand that is not gripping your hair. your mouth salivates with the idea of having him in your mouth. your senses becoming aware of what's to come as yuta shimmies down his undergarments just briefly to pull out his cock. 

yuta is known not to show much emotion even if he was in the most stressful situations. which is why you shouldn’t be so shocked to see him be as turned on as you are. his cock in your line of vision, almost erect with his arousal tempting to drip down his shaft. unconsciously, a whine releases from your throat notifying the man sitting in front of you how desperate you were for him.  

“i know baby, i know. you want me to use that pretty mouth of yours, right?” yuta mocks you. although your knees started to hurt and your neck hurt at the angle he has you, you nod. you want to be his pretty whore. “please daddy, jus’ want your cock please,” you whine out, already widening your mouth to be filled up by him. yuta is nothing short of pleased. he doesn’t take much time debating if you deserve it, he knows he’ll punish you sooner than later. 

he takes no time filling up your mouth. although you’ve taken him a number of times, his girth and size always seem to amaze you. his tip finds its way through your mouth, suffocating you in the best way possible. eyes tearing up at your gagging and the lack of oxygen. albeit painful, there’s a pleasure to see yuta throw his head back, groan at the way your tongue touched him in the right places, and see him lose control, lifting his hips up into your mouth while gripping your head. he loved face-fucking you, and you couldn’t complain. 

his hips seemed to fasten up their pace, groans becoming more recurring as the grip on your hair tightens. usually, yuta was a man of extending pleasure and making you cum first. it shouldn’t have surprised you when he released in your mouth with a long and extended groan of your name. waves of heat and pleasure simmer into your pussy at the sight. you needed him, and you needed him now. 

with a sigh, yuta moves your mouth off his cock and demands you to “swallow it all.” unable to fight back against his demand, you do as he said, even showing off your cum-free mouth to show him how good you are. you seem to think he forgot the stunt you pulled a few moments ago, rejoicing at the fact that he starts manhandling you up onto his lap and your upper half on his desk. lifting up the skirt you had on, finding you panty-less and dripping. yuta growls at the sight of your pussy that yearns for his touch. you moan at his subtle touches, whining when you understand he’s purposefully not touching your clit. instead, he delicately goes around your mound, spreading the wetness. you couldn’t take it anymore, surprising yuta with your quick ability to lean forward, wrap your arms around his neck, and kiss him.

he would have never admitted it to your face, but he loved the way your mouth tastes like the pink bubblegum he forcefully took out of your mouth. but he couldn’t let this brat act of yours go for any longer. his pointer and middle finger found their way onto your clit, purposefully circling the nerve harshly making you detach from his mouth to emit whines. he kept going until your legs started shaking, your back arching, and your moans started getting louder and higher-pitched. 

your mind started getting fuzzy, body preparing to cum at any moment. until it didn’t. at the sudden stop, you open your eyes to see yuta staring intensely at you with anger, amusement, and lust brimming his eyes. without muttering a word, he starts up again, even thrusting his fingers in your weeping hole just slightly enough to feel something but not get off on. this time, instead of stopping his movements, you feel a harsh slap on your pussy. yuta finds it amusing at the way you let out a gasp of shock, pain, and pleasure. it ruins your orgasm but it feels too good to tell yuta to stop. 

and it goes on just like this. yuta teetering the line between bringing you pleasure and diminishing the pleasure with pain. you can’t count the number of times yuta does it, all you can do is whine, scream, and become wetter at the releases you almost have. “please,” you whisper, eyes watering at the pleasure you're gaining from the pain. you don’t have to say another word because yuta understands you, he understands you too well. “no.” he finalizes, shaking his head in amusement as tears bring your eyes at the lack of release on your part. 

yuta is the only man who has brought you this much pleasure without cumming. the only person who can destroy you with just his fingers and words, with his stare that makes you weak in the knees. who makes you pliant and yearn for his touch in a second. yuta can break you into pieces and kiss you right after to fix you. a lover who always teetered on pain and pleasure. 

his fingers started back up again, plunging into your hole. you shake your head and gargle a whine out of your throat at the fact that you knew him well enough to know he wasn’t done with your punishment. yuta smiles at your state. bringing his mouth closer to yours, a few centimeters away from kissing you, he whispers.

“that’s what you get for being a brat.”

#nct yuta #nct 127 #yuta nakamoto #nct smut #nct 127 smut #nct yuta smut #yuta smut #nct oneshot #nct drabbles #nakamoto yuta smut #wormythoughtswithh #grins i had this in my drafts for too long #literally since october

[4e7her]

october writing prompt #26 - "choose me.”

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character: leona kingscholar, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, reader is yuu

It wasn't uncommon for Leona to be someone's second choice.

He was used to it, really. He didn't mind it.

How could he, after so long of the same thing? He could only feel so much disappointment before it became the natural state of things, not being good enough. If this was his life, the fate that he was meant to suffer, he would get used to it. It was clear that none of his efforts would pull him out of second place by now.

But something about you had reignited the fire and the shame of losing.

All he wanted, all he needed, was to be your first choice. No one else's opinion mattered, if it was you. If he just heard it from you, if he could just see you choose him above all others - he would be able to live happily. Nothing would ever bring him down from that, he knew. He could feel it within the very fiber of his being.

You were the only one he needed approval from.

"...Why do you still hang around them?" Leona scoffed, the thrashing of his tail behind him betraying his upset. What need did you have for anyone else besides him? "Just find me if you need something. Don't bother with all those herbivores."

"I didn't want to bother you."

Sure, it was a reasonable response. One that might be expected, given who you were talking to - the second prince of the Afterglow Savannah, known for his distaste of extra work. Especially coming from someone in a position such as yourself, magicless and with no connections in this world.

"Tch, as if you could."

The lion roughly rested his hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer to him, practically into his side. His tail wrapped around your waist on instinct alone as he examined you, like those that you had been around would've harmed you in some way.

"Stop messing with me. You need something, tell me. I'm all you need, so ignore those idiots and choose me."

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #gender neutral reader #gender neutral post #aether's drabbles #yandere #yandere content #twst x gender neutral reader #twst x reader #twstober #leona kingscholar #yandere leona kingscholar #twst leona #leona kingscholar x reader #yandere leona x reader #savannaclaw x reader #savanaclaw #twst savanaclaw #october writing challenge

[ohcaptains]

jfhdhfjf i just can’t stop thinking about him fucking the newest front of house who’s just really good at her job and he appreciates how easy she is for him when everything else is hard especially when she lets him fuck her when he needs to blow off steam SORRYEYY ?????

Carmy doesn’t know when it happened.

Doesn’t know when it started, but he’s starting to think it’ll never stop. You’re just so…helpful. Good at the till, good with the customers, good at the fancy new coffee machine Carmy had bought (just for you) and good at expediting, when shit got busy, and he needed another hand. Good, good, good, good – fucking brilliant, if you ask Carmy, wasted on a place like The Beef, or The Bear, or the shit hole his brother left him, that he’s trying to make good. Good, good, good. Good at other things, too, like keeping quiet when you’re in his office and he’s fucking you from behind. Or, getting loud when you’d managed to get to his apartment, and he’s saying how thankful he is.

He’s spilling the truth into your mouth when you gasp his name, hitching your legs up higher so he can hit that spongey spot that makes your eyes roll back – makes you go quiet. Until you’re sobbing out how thankful you are. Gripping his curls, nose pushed against his, I like making things easier for you, Carmy. You whisper as you grind into him, I like being good for you. That’s how it starts – this whole good thing.

“Good,” he’d comment when you finished a particularly hard lunch rush. “You did good,” and he’d see it. See the way your face relaxed and feel how he’d want to say it again.

He can’t stop saying it. Can’t stop when it’s after closing and everyone’s gone home. When he’s got you against the door to his office, mouth pushed into your ear, and he’s taking his time, making his strokes deep and steady as he says, so good for me. Such a good fucking girl. I’m not letting you leave this goddamn restaurant – and he kisses you between words, between grunts and groans – not letting you leave my goddamn sight.

#meow hello #sorry this took forever i thought i #d save for blurb night ! #blurb night october 22 #carmen berzatto imagine #carmen berzatto x reader smut #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto smut #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy berzatto smut #carmen berzatto drabble

[naffeclipse]

Thinking about an AU where Y/N is a cryptid hunter and finds what they believe is just an animatronic helper (abandon, creepy jester meant for kids, but hey, they're into weird stuff so this is awesome!) but little do they know is that a very supernatural and ambiguous, demonic creature is inhabiting the endoskeleton with two forms for the day and night, and well, the day creature is very taken with the cryptid hunter but the night demon is less than thrilled about following around a weak human. Cryptid hunter is unaware of the situation and believes the animatronic to be highly advanced, and not at all capable of scaring away ghouls and goblins with a look alone as he always stays behind their back, protective, and much more terrifying than anything they've ever hunted.

#maybe i'll write this for the spooky month of October?? #drabble i guess lol #cryptid hunter!y/n: huh my equipment keeps going off lately #it's sensing a level 1 creature in my presence but that's not right #i'd literally already be dead if a level 1 creature was even remotely by me lol #level one creature sun: *nervous laughter* #i think y/n would piece it together by themselves but then cue their horror and dread at having to maintain composure #while facing a level 1 creature they really believed was their protector and their best friend (if not more) #cryptid sightings

[saotoru]

10.3: using girl sex toys on leon 🥺 he’s so squirmy when you keep a vibe held to his sensitive frenulum! he’s just a dumb, pathetic boy, letting you play with his cock like it’s a toy, cupping and tugging at his balls too just to see his reaction: his entire body tensed, breath coming in heavy pants, and he can’t stop babbling—saying i can’t handle it, ‘m not gonna last, please—and it feels fucking good when he finally cums, but soon, he’s letting out choked, strained cries because you’re still holding the vibe to his tip, and it hurts. he thrashes around, thighs abs tensing while you overstimulate him, but he makes no move to get away, and all he can do is watch you play with him for your amusement </3

#saotoru kinktober #kinktober: drabbles #HAPPY OCTOBER THIRST!

[kirbyskisses]

kirby’s kinktober (three)

cunnilingus//morisuke yaku

yaku knows he’s shorter than most guys, having peaked at just over 5’5 when in high school.

his dick however didn’t face the same vertical challenges, average but more than satisfactory to you.

he liked the phrase “it’s not size, it’s how you use it.”

still, he’d be lying if he said he’d hadn’t felt the need to compensate - to show to you that how he could handle your bigger form better than anyone else who dared to gawk at you in the hallway or outside or at his job - cause you more pleasure than anyone who’d tease you two for your size difference.

and boy, did he find a way to compensate.

-

“yakkun!” you whimper, teary eyed and clenching your body as your caramel-haired boyfriend sucks another orgasm from your precious cunt.

“yakkun, please! please, ‘m gonna c-cum. gonna… mm!” you spasm for through your most intense orgasm of the night so far, hot waves running down your body.

“mmmm…” he hums against your throbbing slit pulling off with wet *pop* sound and a cheeky smile; as if he’d just had innocent fun buying ice cream or petting a cute dog, not made you see stars with his far too talented tongue.

yaku figured if he can’t stuff you full from below, he’d just have to learn to make his mouth bring you the same type of pleasure - no - tenfold that type of pleasure.

he giggles, on his knees in front of the bed, nuzzling your thick thighs like a cat.

“was that 3 or 4, baby? I lost count! aw, man! guess we’re starting from zero!” he gives a big grin at your completely fucked out face.

“m-mori, wait-“ your breath hitches.

he doesn’t wait, nipping your thighs and clit before diving back in, happily making lewd statements every time he pulls away for air.

“love the taste of this pussy.”

“aw baby, are you squirting a little bit?”

“i think you’re begging for a finger too…”

you sob and fall flat against the bed, another orgasm ripping through your body at those words. you see stars, barely breathing and squirming out of pure enjoyment and the anticipation of the fact he’s not going to stop.

#underrated short king 👑 #hq yaku #haikyuu #haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #smut #haikyuu smut #yaku morisuke #kirby’s kinktober #kinktober #October #drabble #x chubby reader

[serenescribe]

Third ficlet request~

We know how Silver reacted to the second event of Halloween, he was upset that it was all a *prank*, despite abductions and possessions. I wonder how Lilia would’ve reacted to all of this, only to realize he was pranked.

[✐] ficlet frenzy

The jig is up as soon as Lilia lays his eyes upon Silver.

See, Silver is… oh, how does he put this without coming across as cruel? Lilia loves him dearly, has raised him ever since he was but a baby in a cradle all the way into the respectable young man he is today. And it is precisely because of this that Lilia knows, down to the very core of his being, that Silver cannot act to save his life.

His hands, covered with the large sleeves of his costume, come to land on his hips. “Alright, that’s enough of all this,” Lilia states, sending the rest of the group into a shocked silence. Multiple pairs of eyes land on him, but Lilia only has eyes for the boy before them all — Silver, face still schooled into what the others think is ghostly apathy, but Lilia knows is just his default expression.

“Silver,” Lilia says, pouting as he walks up to the boy. “You do know it isn’t very nice to deceive us all, hm?”

And in that moment, Silver’s expression crumbling into one of guilt as Lilia crosses his arms, the entire farce is over.

“You know,” Lilia sighs, leaning against the wall as rainbow lights swirl about the room in a dizzying haze of colours, “I do wonder why Malleus didn’t approach me to help with his plan…”

“He wanted to surprise you,” Silver explains, a drink in hand. Ever since he and Malleus had been forced to come clean about their little Halloween plans — to which Lilia wasn’t surprised that Silver had been hesitant, but went along with it anyways — Silver had been glued to his side, blurting out apologies the whole while. “You’re always so enthusiastic about Halloween,” Silver continues, in-between sips of his lemonade. “He wanted to return the favour for once.”

Lilia hums, pressing a covered hand against his chin. “I might have had a better time pranking than anything else,” he decides, after a while. “Ah… I must be getting old if I hadn’t noticed the telltale signs of Malleus’ magic afflicting the school. Or perhaps he’s just gotten better while I haven’t been looking…?”

A pause.

“And you, Silver?” At the sound of his name, Silver blinks, eyes wide like a doe’s. “What possessed you to go along with it?” Lilia asks, pressing the matter. “I know you said it was because Malleus requested it of you, but if you’d truly not wanted to join him, he would have likely sought out the aid of someone else.”

“Ah…” Trailing off, Silver stares off into the distance. He fidgets. “The way Lord Malleus described it… it truly did seem like it was something you would enjoy. And you’ve always done so much for me, especially for Halloween— I haven’t forgotten the time you let me go trick or treating,” Silver adds, a little abashedly, though a small smile graces his face as he speaks. “If I’d known it would have caused you such distress… I would have backed out.”

“How sweet of you,” Lilia coos, reaching out to wrap Silver in a hug, pulling him in — something that takes him by surprise, but he quickly melts into anyway.

See, Lilia can see the appeal of something like this. A great mystery with time having stopped and Halloween continuing eternally? Kidnapped students and a mysterious portal to the Spectral Realm? It sounds like a grand old time! But the main reason why he’d plunged straight into serious mode, had been so focused on rescuing all the kidnapped students…

He sighs. “You didn’t have to make me think you were in danger, dear,” Lilia complains, pouting as he clings to Silver tightly.

“Again, I’m sorry, Father…”

#my writing tag #tumblr drabbles tag #ficlet frenzy #twst #twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #twst silver #twst fanfiction #twst writing #(crawls in) im... alive... barely #this is stockpiled from last week. or. the week before? #sorry uni is ramping up im dying #i;m gonna try to finish the longfic in october #take this in the meantime

[transalphabf]

Halloween short #1

Breath coming out in fast little puffs, you hurried along the outside wall of the graveyard. You didn't mean to be out so late, and the graveyard was the quickest route through back to your home.

Everyone in town always warned you that things lurked in the shadows near the old graveyard, but it never stopped you hurrying past in the small hours after work.

But tonight, the air was thick, and a heavy mist had settled over the cool night. You shivered and pulled your cloak up around your shoulders to fight off the damp chill around you.

And that was when you saw the figure emerging from the shadows. Tall, with a gaunt and pale face, eyes that seemed to cut through the darkness like lamps in the gloom. Even from where you stood, you could feel the heat of his gaze on you, and the gleam of his red eyes.

You wanted to run for safety of the church's hallowed grounds, but your feet wouldn't move.

As he approached, you couldn't help but admire how attractive this inhumanly handsome man seemed.

When he drew upon you, he was the perfect gentleman.

"Are you stuck, do you need some help sir?" He asked you, taking your hand gently, and it was like a spell had been lifted, you could move again. Heat rose in your cheeks, and he grew a hungry look.

"It's not wise for you to be out so late, who knows what kind of brigands may have come across you." He chided softly, golden rings gold against your hand where he held it.

You fell against him like a clumsy foal, and a pang of arousal ran through you at the feel of the strength in his body. He smiled, sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight.

A vampire.

You bit your bottom lip, feeling your tdick throb with excitement at the very idea of being alone with him.

#vampire #vampire prompt #t4t #monster loving #october drabbles #october 2023 #halloween short #vampire bf #vampire boyfriend

[00fairylights00]

bitches become obsessed with a new fictional man, claim they will write fanfiction about him but never post it and then promptly lie.

It's me, I'm bitches.

#lies of p #lies of p x reader #pinocchio x reader #I am not immune to writing fanfic about the fictional men in my head #I am diseased #rattling the bars of my enclosure and such #I have not had this visceral of reaction to a fake man since 2020 #fairy is rambling #jan 2024 #this has been in my drafts since October #and I have certainly posted about the puppet #drabbles and what-not #but I am about to drop 3k words about him in like hmmmmm now #🦋 let your conscience be your guide

[xiaosonlybeloved]

Strategic Retreat- Gorou

featuring:- Gorou, fem!reader, Yae Miko tags:- fluff, not proofread, teasing a/n:- @i23kazu here's my piece for my bias gorou &lt;3 wc:-717 words

“So this is the Grand Narukami Shrine, huh? First time I’ve been to this place.” Gorou remarked lightly, eyes alert and on the lookout for their ‘enemy’. You chuckled, squeezing his hand in yours. “Relax, Gorou. It’ll be fine.” He nodded determinedly as one of the Shrine maidens approached the two of you with a polite smile, asking if you wished to draw any fortune slips. You could easily see that your lover was intrigued by the idea by the spark in his eyes, so you answered a “Yes, of course.” on his behalf. Honestly, it was so adorable to see one of his cute ears flick, his fluffy tail wagging, and a smile tugged at your face.

Alas, that excitement faded away quickly. “H-Huh? Great Misfortune? Is this a sign of things to come?” He exclaimed, upset, ears drooping. You hugged him to calm him down, talking about how this could be a potential ‘sabotage’ by Yae Miko to make their great plan ‘fail’. Gorou seemed to be convinced by your reassuring words easily, or perhaps he just trusted you that much. “Well, her plan won’t work! I will certainly not be intimidated by her!” 

As you headed further into the shrine, you affirmed that both of you were in this together, holding his hand for additional support, at which he flashed you a grateful smile, saying “Let’s do this.” And soon, lo and behold, your ‘enemy’ was in front of you at long last for the much awaited ‘battle’ confrontation. “Oh? Did you run into some trouble? You’re later than I expected. You’ve made me wait a while.” Yae remarked, a knowing smirk on her lips as she pretended to be thinking. 

Gorou gritted his teeth. He defensively said, “Hmph, even if you did know we were coming, this makes no difference. We won’t get caught off guard! We’re here to-” Yae interrupted him mid-sentence. “Heh, slow down, let me have a guess.” She chuckled, and it sent shivers down your spine-whatever she was planning, it was terrible.

“Perhaps, like all the other pairs who come to see me at the shrine, you too wish to know if the future of the two of you includes a lifetime together? I wouldn’t mind doing a special reading especially for you.” She grinned. “Huh?” Gorou blurted out at the same time as you. “A… lifetime together?” You asked, eyes wide and startled. Again, Yae smirked at you as she hummed, “Now that I think, you could even leave all your fur-grooming to your little friend here…Imagine… Just imagine her holding your tail in one hand, while brushing it with the other… ” She left the question open, and you shuddered, images already flashing through your mind’s eye, which you hurriedly tried to shoo away. Gorou also seemed to be doing the same thing, a faint red coating the tips of his ears and nose. 

“We’ll have to try another method.” Gorou whispered to you, as you nodded furiously, a similar light red coating your own cheeks. Unfortunately, before he could even begin speaking, Yae spoke up, on her way to create more chaos. She snickered a bit as she said, “By the way, there’s no point trying to hide it, you know? What with your tail swishing behind you, your attempt at a stony face holds no ground.” On hearing this, Gorou’s ears drooped down immediately. Although the both of you were still quite flustered, you couldn’t deny that it was still very adorable to see this. 

Yae continued, “Although, you know, those soft, pointy ears of yours are as fascinating too. Imagine-” “Please, no more!” You exclaimed, interrupting her. Gorou finally spoke up again. “I suppose… i’ll have to use my final trump card… I think, the real reason you know me so well is because youre just like me! Just like me, you hug your tail while sleeping, and dream of someone grooming your tail!” You winced. That must have seriously hurt his pride, you thought, looking at his determined expression. 

“Wow, what a strong confession you made in an attempt to bring me down. But you see,” She turned around with a grin, “I have no tail.”

You and Gorou ended up running out of the shrine at top speed to escape this devil, hands still interlinked.

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[4e7her]

october writing prompt #17 - "i would do unspeakable things for you.”

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character: jade leech, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader

"I would do unspeakable things for you."

"What?"

Oh. Oops. He really had to watch what he muttered under his breath better - at least around you.

"Would you like to try the Monstro Lounge's newest drink? We're offering a free slice of a cake of your choosing with every purchase."

There we are.

It wasn't the deal they were really offering, but for you, he'd cover it. The real thing was supposed to just be half-off on the dessert item, but for the chance to learn your favorite, he'd pay any cost.

Or, well, besides get Azul or Floyd's attention on you.

He had shared everything in his life with them. You, however, he was not willing to share. Not in any capacity. Getting their eyes away from you was something he put the upmost importance in, despite the many lies he had to weave to do it. He knew he might have to let them know a little bit when he eventually decided to start seriously pursuing you, but for now, he would be happy with just watching. Learning.

It was getting a bit difficult to find first years to trap into quietly taking his shifts so he could go and... study you, but it wasn't impossible.

Taking note of your choice, he sent you a smile with just a bit more behind it, and went to go put in the request. If he physically wrote it down on a scrap of paper and stuffed it in his pocket to add to his journal about you later, then who was there to notice?

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[ohcaptains]

You should be so so proud of yourself, oh my goodness!! I started following your works a little before you hit 2k, and to get the privilege to see how much you've grown, how much you've done, and the absolute art you capture in your writing has been astronomical. You deserve this and more, I hope you take some time to treat yourself and truly acknowledge how talented you are! Thank you for sharing your gifts with us 💚

If you're still taking requests by the time I send this (hopefully you're not too overwhelmed with submissions) could I ask for something involving Carmy? I absolutely adored the pieces you wrote about him and how you were able to grasp how complex he is. 💕 I've had a bunch of thoughts involving him and face-riding, overestimation, or squirting because a friend of mine and I were talking about how his need for perfection and drive to push the limits in the kitchen might carry over to the bedroom and I would love to see your take on it! If this isn't something that interests you, I would love to see any thoughts you have to share on his character!

Whether you choose write it or not, I hope you took the time to read this just to know how appreciated you are.💚

Congratulations again! You deserve the world *mwah* 😊

okay noah fence but this message was so lovely. thank you, angel. I'm so incredibly grateful that you're still here. I hope I've done your request justice<3

Carmen. Carmen was an enigma that you wanted to figure out. Now and then, he’d give you some clues. An inch of the truth, and you’d cling to it, desperately hugging it, until it would reveal something else. One of those things was the admission that he was a perfectionist, and that perfectionist quality bled into all things.

“Carmy,” you whisper, the tone of it high pitch and cracking. Pushed from the back of your throat, finally managing to get the word out. You pair the word with your fingers tightening in his curls, the blonde/brown mop of his between your thighs. That, plus the push of your hips, arching into his mouth, feet shoved into the mattress, trying to get him closer, trying to get him to stop – not sure which one you want.

He's been at this for hours. Well, minutes. Feels like hours. But 3 times was a good endpoint. Four? Now that was being greedy. You guess that’s another thing you can put to him – Carmen was greedy. Well, greedy when it came to you. The thought makes your skin heat and makes you all gooey inside. Then, his big, bumpy nose is nudging at your clit, and you’re gasping, the sound a strangled, shocked sob.

“Carmy!” you repeat, louder, this time. He doesn’t answer, though. Too busy taking his time – too busy pushing his tongue into your hole, and dragging it upwards, between your wet, puffy slit, then circling it around your clit. You jolt, clutching his hair tighter. Clutching the duvet, too, to keep you to this plane of existence.

“Fuck – okay, okay, okay, okay,” you breathe, trying to self-soothe. The grumble of what sounds like Carmen laughing echoes through you. “Asshole,” you spit, and he laughs louder, now. Fumbles about and gets onto his knees.

“Jesus.” You watch the whole thing, thankful that you’ve got some reprieve, but this is worse, somehow. Better, even, as he braces his arms around your hips and lifts you, ass coming off of the bed, your fingers scrambling for something to hold onto before he’s back where he started – blue, bright blue eyes alight as he works you over with his tongue and sweet, pink lips.

“Think you’re—fuck, m’god –” your eyes roll back, and you forget what you were about to say. Something about being too good at something, but the thought goes to purgatory as heat pushes at the back of your clit, again. This time, though, it’s hotter and heavier. Tight, your body tense as it readies itself for something else.

“I’m – Carmen.”

You’ve lost your thought again.

He speaks, words muffled by the wet of your cunt. “Don’t be silly, I’m carmen.” “Shut up.” “Mm, mean,” he mumbles, glancing at you for a brief second. A second too long, really, when you see his lips and cheeks glistening with you. “Don’t know why I like you so much.” “’ cause I let you eat me out for hours.” He hums a laugh, “it hasn’t been hours. We’d be on number 10 now if it had been hours.”

You note how he says we. Note that he’s counting. “Can’t take ten, can barely take four.” “Guess we’re about to find out, huh.” “Please be—” you take a deep breath, cunt clenching together and mouth falling open. A loud, unkept moan comes out, and Jesus, If you were watching Carmen, you’d come right there. His face goes red. Beams with accomplishment.

“Please let me do this forever.” “Okay,” you gasp, not hearing him, but your fourth orgasm is gunning for you, threatening to take you under and never release. You fumble for his hair. “Okay,” you repeat, brain blanking, going to goo as he pushes his pointer finger at your swollen hole. Pushes inside, and you’re clenching around him, tight and unyielding.

“Please lemme come,” you sob, looking down at him with pleading eyes. Mouth open, tongue coming out, burning all over. You bump your pussy against his mouth, the scene so hot and desperate that you swear it’s not happening to you. But it feels all so real. Real, as Carmen sucks your clit into his mouth, and pushes his finger deep inside of you, in, and out, rolling and you don’t have time to warn him.

Hits you, and it’s wet and hot, spreading over his mouth and cheeks and god, soaks his chin, too. Carmen licks you clean. Groans and mumbles through the whole thing, and you swear, somewhere in there, you hear a thank you.

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[moondust-writes]

『Painterly Help』 desc;; struggling with a project your professor had assigned, Kaveh attempts to come to your rescue a/n;; first time writing for the resident over thinker of Sumeru,,,and honestly, i love him so much. as an artist with heavy anxiety myself i relate too much word / character count;; 404/1802 line dividers made by;; @ / benkeibear

With a flick of the brush, you pull your hand back to study the progress you’ve made so far on your canvas. It wasn’t a secret that anything involving paint was your downfall within artistry, in fact the moment you were assigned this specific medium by your professor all you had done was whine and moan about how this was the worst thing to ever happen to you at the Akademiya. For some reason, adding water to a pigment and trying to blindly create a scenery or portrayal of a living creature was something your brain could not wrap itself around.

To say the least, this was probably the worst thing your teacher could have given you. But while you did try to have it changed, to get an exemption, they declined your request. All with a simple “If you wish to accomplish more, you have to do more than what you are comfortable with,” something that you vehemently believed was an insult. Some kinder way of “you won’t accomplish things if you don’t learn this medium.”

Well, your professor was a bitch, for lack of a better term. You wouldn’t be surprised if that was in fact what they meant. 

Your internal monologue stopped there, jolting back to reality when you felt a kind of warmth behind you. Another hand encasing yours, the one that held the brush, you felt the breath of an amused architect on your ear as he spoke; “Here, let me help you love.”

“You’re using too little water…which means you’re using too much paint…” Guiding your hand, he opted to help you with your project whilst taking a break from his own. A rarity in itself, but one you’d gladly welcome- even if you couldn’t pay attention to the words he spoke so carefully and serenely. Your face flushed as you watched your hands move, cursing Kaveh and his accidental charm, but thanking the Archons for that very thing all at the same time.

As he leaned back and let go of your hand, he turned his eyes away from the painting and towards your face and raised an eyebrow. “Did you catch any of that?” With wide eyes you opened your mouth to answer, only for nothing to fall out. “Uhhh…” Your face burned as he shook his head fondly.

“Alright, let’s try that again. You’ll get a hang of it- but pay attention this time. Okay?”

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[ohtobealady]

October Prompts

5 October: Silver

She paused her breathing—only for a moment. She paused it, slowed it, to slow her heart. She wouldn’t let Robert see her nerves. She wouldn’t let him see the small panic she felt winding its way up and between her ribs, choking the space there, where her heart beat.

Doctor Clarkson nodded at the brown bottle of iodine he held in his grasp. It glimmered mockingly in the bright spring sunlight that shone through the windows.

“You’ll use this when it’s time to change the bandaging.” She lowered her chin, listening. “It should be applied twice daily for the first few days, though I believe we’ll be able change to only once daily soon enough. We’ll allow the wound to air likely at the beginning of … er, next week.”

Cora nodded. Iodine. Twice daily when bandaging. Until next week, she committed to memory.

He handed it to her, reaching his arm across Robert lying between them, and he picked up the clean bandages. “Now, I’ll start the first change and, if you’re agreeable, I’ll have you complete it, Lady Grantham. To be certain.”

“Alright,” she mumbled, again the panic flirting with her resolve. It made sense, she knew, for him to teach her. She did hear a bit of condescendence there, she thought, but she was too tired to mind. For the truth was, she had never changed a bandage. She had hardly ever changed or cleaned anything. And she wanted him home with her.

Steeling herself, she quickly glanced at Robert lying there beneath her. Her own dear Robert, lips bloodless, dark circles beneath his eyes. Oh, while he looked terribly tired and unwell, he was, in fact, on the mend. His being here, lying between she and Clarkson, proved it.

Robert didn’t meet her gaze as Clarkson inspected his bandages and then began to neatly pull them away from his side. He still didn’t meet her gaze when Clarkson asked Cora to pay close attention to a particular area that was healing slower than the rest.

She did.

Cora did her best not to wince as Doctor Clarkson slowly pulled the bandage from Robert’s skin, a section of it sticking to where blood had dried against it.

She blinked. She, again, glanced to her husband’s face whose eyes were trained on the ceiling above them. She drew in a deep breath.

“Aye,” Clarkson said quietly as he rolled the bloodied fabric against itself. “Everything looks well.”

She made herself look now. If Robert was coming home—and he was—and she was to be the one to care for him—and she was determined to—then she couldn’t afford the fear that stung her chest.

Oh. But it was worse than she thought it would be. The sutures were there. Down the center of his stomach. Then below, a small line of additional sutures marching across.

Larger than she thought it would be.

One. Two. Three. Four. She stopped counting them, each thick stitch, realizing suddenly that there were more than enough to throw her heart into quick spasms.

She swallowed and looked to Clarkson, who nodded again at the bottle she held.

“Alright, my lady. The iodine first. On a cotton ball. Pressing lightly.”

She glanced at Robert, and then, gathering courage, grinned in an effort to pretend confidence. I will do this. Easily, she soaked the cotton with the iodine. And then, praying very quickly that she’d not hurt him, she pressed it gently—very gently—to the healing incision.

She noticed the way his shoulders tensed as she pressed. She had to ignore it. She noticed the way his eyes looked further upwards, and then as they closed. She had to ignore that, too. And then she noticed, with a rush of fresh panic, blood—red and new—beginning to seep from where her fingers had been.

“Have I—“

“—Ah,” Clarkson stopped her, remarking upon it as one may when finding a sixpence on the floor. “Leave it and just continue there. Near the sternum. I’ll return.”

But Cora didn’t want to continue there. She watched the blood form a neat and perfect sphere, and she swallowed away the threat of tears. Stupid, stupid, useless tears—oh, she’d not slept.

“It isn’t as awful as I’d imagined,” her pretended self lied aloud. “And this seems very simple. If I’d have known, we could’ve had you home days ago.” Lies. Lies, again.

Lying there, still, she heard her husband groan.

Oh, what had she done? “You aren’t in any pain, are you?” She studied his worn features for any hint of discomfort. “Does it hurt at all?”

At last, he spoke. “No.”

And again, it made her want to cry.

“Good,” she answered, tightly and curtly, and demanded herself to press the cotton ball to the very top of the long vertical incision. “I dare say this will all heal up very nicely.” Her fingers were trembling, and she pulled in a long—very long—breath. “Especially once we get you home and—“

What? What was happening to her? She’d done so well. She’d not cried. A few moments of weepiness, yes. But she’d not cried because, well, he was alright. He was here and healing and he was able to come home and Doctor Clarkson was so pleased with his recovery and—

—his cold fingers stilled her own.

Cora looked at his face and saw, at last, that he met her eye. Embarrassed, she sniffed back the emotion, the illogical and delayed emotion … the terrifyingly deep love she felt for him.

His thumb passed over her fingers, and Cora closed her eyes. Nodded. And opened them again.

“I feel quite capable of this, you know,” she lied one last time. “But I warn you, once you’re home again, I won’t have you over-exerting yourself and undoing all my hard work.”

He didn’t speak, but Cora could feel it. She felt the way his finger held her own tighter.

“—here we are.”

He dropped her hand. She turned to Doctor Clarkson.

“Silver nitrate,” he said, brandishing another small bottle. “Just a touch to stop the bleeding.”

Cora watched him; she watched the way he administered to the tiny bleeding spot. “Wounds can sometimes bleed, a wee bit, post-trauma.” And she watched in wonder as the bleeding stopped, as if frozen by the tiny silver drop against his skin. “Even the smallest prodding can do it. But, not to worry, it’ll heal.”

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[leelany-world]

Dbh October event: Ghost in the machine, Day 1: Unknown sender

This is my entry for the first day of @connor-sent-by-cyberlife's event (on twitter) with the prompt: Unknown sender.

It's the first time I tried to write real drabbles with exactly 100 words.

The first part is a bit dark, so I have been told. But be aware that I wrote a second part with a more "optimistic' ending I might add🫣

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Unknown sender

Connor opened his eyes to a clear blue sky, not knowing how long he'd had them closed; his internal clock had stopped some time ago.

His glitching HUD was full of errors and warnings about his system status—and a message from an unknown sender:

I love you, please be careful.

Connor didn't know (anymore?) who could've sent the message—they were either dead or deleted by his system.

His CPU and memory core were damaged; he remembered nothing, laying immobile, half buried under other androids, not knowing where.

Connor closed his eyes again, content that he'd once been loved.

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