#hands. with the intention of bringing you over and plopping you in front of a big sign that says “YOU DO NOT NEED A ‘ONE TRUE LOVE’”

[steampunk-raven]

aromantic paisley piper. yea 💚🤍🩶🖤

[everlastingserenitys]

thinking about robotics nerd!sylus who makes you a special vibrator and asks you to use it in front of him...

"present for you." sylus said, shoving a box in your hands before he stepped back and stared at you with a serious look, watching your reaction intently.

you opened the box and was met with a toy, that was of course a vibrator... but it didn't look like any ordinary vibrator, the design looked pretty and rather...expensive?

"where'd you get it?" you ask, juggling the toy around in your hands, analyzing the design.

"I made it."

oh.

"and I wanted you to test it... to see if it works y'know?" sylus said, well it sounded like a complete lie, there was no way he made it just for you to test it.

"when should I try..."

you stop talking when sylus' large figure shadowed over you, his glasses illuminated a shine that almost flashed you. sylus grabbed the toy from your hand and with his free hand he slid his fingers under the waistband of your pants, lightly tugging at them.

"dont look.." he mumbled, crashing his lips on yours before he slid your pants down, pressing the toy against your clit, rubbing small circles on it before gliding the toy further down, lightly pushing it inside you.

he pulled away and clicked a few buttons and that's when your reaction started to come in.

"hold onto it, and use it." he asked in a low voice, grabbing onto your wrist and placed your hand on the vibrator, once your fingers were locked on the toy he nodded and stepped away, watching you squirm in your spot.

loud moans and pleas filled the room, you didn't expect the vibrator to feel this good.

"how is it, sweetie? did I make it correctly?"

"mmgh–mhm!" you manage to get out, you cant even bring yourself to mutter any words.

"syl–ungh"

"are you close?" he teased, his breath started getting ragged as he continued to watch you pleasure yourself with something he made. he watched your every move, your shaky legs, hands, breath, anything that captivated him.

"dont cum yet, can you hold it in?" he muttered, getting up from his seat, a low groan escaped his lips as he got up. it was obvious he was already aching down there.

you shook your head and dramatically plopped on your knees when you came unexpectedly.

panting on the ground, you slowly pull the vibrator out of you and look at the mess dripping down from it, sylus chuckled and took it from your hand.

"bet ya didn't notice our initials engraved on it."

would it be cooler if the vibrator was shaped like his...haha nvm!!!

[nativegirltapes]

⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡ ⋆୨୧˚ what happens when sweetheart!reader invites drew over after their recent movie together finally wraps . . .

pairing: sweetheart!reader x drew starkey

warnings/notes: smut but not much until the end. also new reader yay <3 hoping to get her moodboard out tmr 🎀 lmk your thoughts sexies

the tension between you and drew was undeniable, to the both of you and the rest of the world; your friends, his friends, and both your guys' fans. it's not like you guys tried to hide it though, you were both constantly staring at each other whenever in the same room, especially during interviews, or the way you would both subconsciously have your hands all over each other, or maybe the way you'd both find a way to bring each other up when the other wasn't around.

and now that the movie you both starred in was wrapped, you both felt some weight fall from your shoulders. drew didn't feel like much of a pervert since you weren't exactly his costar anymore. and you didn't feel like you had to suppress the way your body reacted every time he got too close to you.

you hated how much you liked him, he made your stomach do literal flips. the feeling was mutual though, drew adored you in a way he hadn't anyone else. "nice place you got." drew said as you showed him around your apartment. "thanks." you stopped when you made it to your bedroom, drew looked around, your bedroom making him realize how much he really didn't know about you. "so, this is where the lucky guys get to come huh?"

"guess so," you plopped on your bed, letting your dress ride up your thighs. you'd be lying if you said that you didn't have intentions of getting somewhere with drew tonight after inviting him over alone. and it would also be a lie if drew wasn't hoping that you had intentions tonight, because he definitely did.

"am i one of those lucky guys?" drew questioned as he sat next to you on your bed. "are you?" you questioned him back, flashing him a little smile. "can i be?"

you shot out of your bed, standing up in front of him. "don't know. can you?" you teased him. drew chuckled, you were playing hard to get and it surprised him. you were the shy type yes, but there was something playful and even a little daring about you tonight and drew loved it. "do you like messing with me?" drew looked up at you as you still stood in front of him. it took a lot for him to not pull you down on his lap and kiss you. a lot actually. "maybe."

"we both know you want me just as bad as i want you right now," drew's hand fiddled with the end of your dress. "and what makes you so sure about that. hm?" you took a seat on his lap, his arm wrapped around your body, they felt even bigger than they looked. "i don't think you would've let me in your bedroom if you didn't." he said. and he was right, he was absolutely right and you didn't like it.

but clearly not enough because before you knew it, you were both tearing your clothes off each other and you were riding him. "fuck, i'm obsessed with you." drew said squeezing your ass as you bounced on his cock. his tight grip making you squeal a little, you knew it would leave marks but that was the last thing you were worried about. "you're so fucking perfect." you watched as drew's chest rose and fell at a certain pace. "cmon, talk to me." he begged.

your whole body felt so good that all you literally could do was let out moans and squeals, "s' good." you whispered, your eyes instinctively shut from the amount of pleasure. "wanna fuck you all the time." you said.

"yeah? you can baby. i'm all yours." drew responded. it was your first time having sex, but holy, the way your pussy felt wrapped around him; he swore he'd never even want to fuck anyone else ever again. "knew you weren't that shy."

you felt your cheeks get red at his comment, "m'gonna come!" you fell into his chest, heavy breaths leaving your lips as you collapsed on top of him. your manicured nails gripped onto his big arms, "me too." drew's breath hitched. you laid on him as you both caught your breath, "soooo, i am one of those lucky guys?"

[chrisssiren]

𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝑻𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✰ 𝑴.𝑺 [+𝟏𝟖]

ⓘ 𝑺𝑴𝑼𝑻! ⋆ cursing ⋆ pet names ⋆ colleague!matt ⋆ mean!matt ⋆ punishment ⋆ degradation kink ⋆ bathroom sex ⋆ keeping quiet ⋆ dirty talk + more.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒕... Matt is your good looking colleague—your workplace enemy. After interrupting his important presentation countless times, he decided to finally put you in your place.

You watched as your colleague rushed in late, quickly making his way towards his desk right next to yours before plopping down on his seat, letting out a slow breath. His eyes nervously scanned the crowded office to see if your boss was in sight before letting out a quiet sigh of relief.

"So damn close." He mumbled under his breath before opening his briefcase, taking out the necessary documents and papers. Your gaze raked over his suit-clad body as he worked, careful not to be too blatant but unable to help yourself.

Matt just looked too good in his suit.

It would be a lie if you said you didn’t feel that flutter in your abdomen whenever he was near, because quite frankly, your panties were always somewhat dampened after an interaction with him. Hell, just simply seeing him in his suit made you feel all kinds of ways.

You and him weren’t buddy-buddy though, which made it more complicated to feel this way. Sure, you may have had hate-sex once or twice by accident, but it never went beyond that. You both chalked it up to "in the heat of the moment" or "due to workplace stress" which you knew weren’t good enough excuses.

He’s your enemy for crying out loud.

As childish as it may sound, you two couldn’t stand each other. From little pranks to bigger sabotages—you did everything to see his jaw clenched, vice versa. Today was no different, you had a presentation to do, and unfortunately for you, so did Matt.

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You had already interrupted his presentation twice since he started and you’ve chalked it up to accidents, but you both knew that it was completely on purpose.

Your smirk widened the more frustrated he became, but he couldn’t do anything about it since your boss sat in front, looking and listening intently.

Matt suddenly excused himself to quickly 'bring' a document he forgot, mouthing a silent "Out. Now." to you before he walked out and you decided to comply with his demand just this once, finding his frustration absolutely amusing.

Excusing yourself with a quick ramble about needing the bathroom, you walked out of the meeting room and almost immediately a hand reached out and pulled you to the side.

You looked up and saw Matt fuming, his jaw clenched tightly and his chest heaving with barely controlled anger.

"Sweetheart," Matt tutted, his tongue clicking in annoyance before he continued in a lower voice, "Keep fucking distracting me like that and see what happens." He warned, his tone harsh despite his dilated pupils and increasingly ragged breaths—from anger or something else, you couldn’t quite tell.

You both entered the meeting room again, Matt a little while after you to not make it seem so suspicious. Ignoring your presence completely, he started to present again, his hands moving in expressive gestures to emphasize his words.

Despite his warning, you managed to interrupt his presentation mid-sentence, yet again, by coughing—which caused him to stop everything and stare at you for a few, too many, seconds before continuing his presentation. His expression gave nothing away, but his body language screamed enraged.

Your chest and the side of your head pressed against the cool tiles of the bathroom wall as Matt rutted into you from behind, his fingers digging into your hips and no doubt leaving bruises behind.

Your eyes rolled back with each deep slam of his cock into your squelching wet cunt, and your free hand scrambled to cover your mouth in an awful attempt to muffle the loud noises spilling out of your mouth.

"Yeah, keep fucking quiet, you don’t want any of our coworkers to hear what a fucking whore you are, do you?" Matt taunted, his hips slapping against your ass with enough strength to make your legs tremble and lose balance, your heels clicking softly on the floor as you tried to keep yourself upright.

"M-Matt, too deep-" "Too deep?" Matt mocked your cry of pleasure, deliberately slamming into you roughly before grinding his hips against your ass, stirring himself deep inside.

The pressure against your cervix left you seeing stars.

"Aw, is this too deep? Can’t take it anymore?" He cooed in a mocking manner, pulling out almost fully before slamming back into your cervix, making sparks dance behind your eyes as they rolled back into your skull.

"This is what you get for being a fucking brat — a fucking brat that tries to get under my skin any chance she gets." He gritted his teeth, his own pleasure doubling at the way your insides clenched around him as if you enjoyed his harsh words.

"Oh? Aren’t you getting tighter? You enjoy being degraded huh? What a fucking slut." He chuckled breathlessly, relishing in your increasingly loud moans as your orgasm approached—your hand unable to muffle your noises of pleasure.

His fingers snaked around and started to rub your clit furiously, his other hand leaving your hip and wrapping around your waist instead to keep you from squirming away from his brutal pounding and skillful fingers.

"M-Matt, I’m gonna cum- I’m gonna cum!" He redoubled his efforts, grunting and groaning as he jackhammered into your pussy, barely holding back his own release. His belt clanked and jingled around his ankles where his pants and boxer briefs rested.

"Y-yes, right–right there! I’m gonna—" Your words dissolved into a drawn out moan, body tensing and shuddering as you finally reached your peak.

The feeling of your tightness fluttering around his already swollen cock sent him over the edge with a deep moan. His hips jerked against your ass as he filled up the condom. He finally allowed himself to slump forward, his chest covering your back as he rested his forehead against your shoulder blade, trying to catch his breath.

After a few minutes, Matt pulled out with a satisfied sigh, discarding the used condom and tucking himself back in his underwear before zipping up his slacks, fixing his clothes as a smirk played on his lips.

After he was done, he gave your ass a sharp smack, making you jolt and stand upright, shaking your head to clear the pleasure-drunk daze out of yourself.

"Don’t make it so obvious that you’ve been railed hard and fix yourself before you go out." He grinned, enjoying your frustrated glare before he sauntered out of the bathroom, leaving you to quickly fix your clothes and make up.

Matt hummed a quiet tune under his breath as he walked back into the office and plopped down on his seat, a ghost of a smirk still on his lips as he started to type away on his laptop.

He couldn’t wait to put you in your place, again.

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆.ᐟ | 𝒘𝒄 – 𝟏.𝟏 𝒌 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

© 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒈𝒂

[cinnamonsturns]

don't wanna sleep alone.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 chris sturniolo x fem!reader

content warning: nsfw content. mentions of alcohol. porn with some plot. unprotected sex. strangers. one night stand. backshots. cream pie. fingering. oral (m receiving). mentions of biting. spanking. light choking & dirty talk.

word count: 2.8k

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you hate going out. you never know why you agree to it. sure, you love a more intimate pregame; a few friends, your favorite drinks and shared playlist playing at a respectable level through someone’s bluetooth speaker. but going out? you’re always looking for an excuse to leave.

too many sweaty bodies crammed into some shitty bar, that you’re sure is over the capacity because why is everyone so close to you? you’ve lost most of your friends, wandering off to leave you to fend for yourself. the friends that remain are all swaying, blinking slow and giggling at nothing. your friend always get too drunk.

the single drink you ordered for yourself only loosens you up enough that you’re sure you won’t tell some stranger to watch where they’re going. you decide to go to the bathroom because jesus, if standing here wasn’t already painful enough the pressure building on your bladder is.

when you exit the bathroom, mentally preparing yourself to go back over the drunken gaggle of your friends and people that have gathered with them, you think you might see it. your chance to leave.

you noticed him on the way into the bathroom. a guy sitting with no more than three people, who looks like he wants to leave this bar even more than you do. he almost looks sad, slumped back in a booth, eyes downcast as he swirls the remnants of his drink around in his cup.

he noticed you too, on your way into the bathroom. his bottom lip has been trapped between his teeth since you disappeared past the door, just thinking. when you come back out, you can almost tell he was waiting for you because he looks up from his cup, almost shyly, but like you just saved him.

he’s up on his feet before you can get back to your friends, and he steps in front of you. not a threatening presence, just to get you to stop. you look up at him, lips parting to speak but he cuts you off before you can get out any words.

“do you wanna get out of here?” he asks. his eyes dart over your face, taking you in but also searching for the formation of your answer. you peer around him to the last bit of your friends and when a girl you don’t recognize laughs obnoxiously loud and pulls one of your friends into a messy hug, you nod.

“yeah.. yeah that sounds good.” you say, nodding as your eyes meet his again. he gives you a curt nod, gentle smile pulling at his lips as he takes your hand into his and guides you through the crowd to the exit of the bar. he holds the door open, gesturing for you to walk in front of him “i’m chris, by the way.” he mentions as you walk past.

you’re not a stranger to hookups and one night stands, though you don’t prefer them - they’re always a sure way to leave somewhere you don’t want to be with it seeming like you’re still having fun.

chris’s apartment is quaint, small but just enough space. it looks lived in, which makes your shoulders loosen at the idea that is his is space. that he lounges around here in his free time, and you can tell he actually spends a lot of time here.

he isn’t touchy with you, keeping a comforting hand intertwined with yours as he walked you back to his place. he leads you into his room and plops down onto the bed, pulling his phone out to scroll aimlessly, head hung between his shoulders.

you shift awkwardly, because why the fuck is he on his phone? did he bring you here to watch him doom scroll? you notice a door off his room that’s cracked open, and it looks like a bathroom.

“can i use your bathroom really quick?” you ask him. he lifts his head, just barley and nods “yeah, of course. go ahead.”

you give him a simple nod and slip off into the bathroom with the intent to splash some cold water on your face and maybe fix up your appearance. but you freeze when your eyes fall to the counter. bottle of perfume, a few skin care products that certainly don’t belong to him.

you ditch the cold water and step quietly back out into his bedroom, and he looks up again when the door creaks as it comes to a full open.

“do you have a girlfriend?” you blurt out, not unkind but almost panicked at the prospect you’re in his apartment and whoever owns those products could come home at anytime.

“because i- i’m not a homewrecker i don’t do-,” he cuts you off with a gently raised hand, locking his phone and setting it on his bedside table.

“no,” he starts, huffing a quiet sigh “no. i don’t have a girlfriend,” he affirms “not anymore.”

the end part is almost whispered under his breath, but you caught it. sad and empty. “not anymore?” you repeat softly, a bit of sympathy creeps up your spine.

and suddenly it makes sense. the abrupt approach and almost awkward of asking if you wanted to leave the bar, like he was just ripping off the bandaid. the fact that he just sat on his bed to go on his phone as soon as you got here. he’s never done this before. and he’s doing it for a distraction. or at least trying to.

he nods “we uh- broke up a couple of weeks ago. she hasn’t been by to get the rest of her shit and i just-,” he sighs, not having an excuse as to why he hasn’t at least hidden her things “i just haven’t put it away.” he admits.

only more confirmation that he hasn’t done this before, or wasn’t even planning to. you nod understandingly, it’s not your business why he hasn’t gotten rid of her things and it doesn’t seem appropriate to ask. you do notice now that there seems to be empty patches around his room, likely where the rest of her things used to take up space.

“you don’t do this, do you?” you ask quietly, gesturing between the two of you. he scratches the back of his neck, a sad, sheepish smile pulling at the corners of his mouth “is it that obvious?” he asks.

you laugh softly, shaking your head “just a little bit.” you move closer to him to sit next to him on the bed, looking at him kindly. “but, do you want this?” you can’t help but ask “i won’t be offended at all if you just thought-,”

and suddenly, the chris you thought was nervous, shy even, cuts you off again but it’s with his lips smashing roughly against yours. his hand comes to cup your jaw, brushing your cheek with his thumb before you can feel him realize it’s too intimate of a gesture. probably a reflex. his hand slides back into your hair, lacing through the roots and tugging you closer to him.

you let him pull you onto his lap, straddling his waist as your hands come to wrap around his shoulders, whining softly as his tongue slips past your lips to swirl around the inside of your mouth. his fingers find the hem of your skirt, yanking it up so that it rests around your waist, big hands coming to palm the plush flesh of your ass as he rocks you against his hardening cock under his jeans.

you pull away from his mouth to press soft kisses along his jawline, occasionally nipping gently at his skin as you trail your lips down his neck. he tilts his head back fully, breathing catching in his throat as you take advantage of the new space.

you lick a flat stripe up the column of his throat before pulling back, sliding off his lap to settle onto your knees in front of him. the wood of his floor is a contrast to your already heated skin, and you look up at him while reaching for his belt.

“fuck,” he pants quietly, reaching for his belt himself when you stop him, moving his hands away “let me,” you say quietly. he swallows thickly, instead leaning back on his hands as he looks down at you while you discard his belt.

the metal clangs as you set it next to you on the floor, and you make quick work of the zipper to tug his jeans and boxers down his thighs, letting them pool at his ankle. his cock springs from his boxers and rests heavily against his still clothed stomach, already dripping precum.

you try not to focus how he’s the perfect size, how he’ll feel deep inside of you if it gets to that point. your hand grasps at his heavy length, pumping him a few times as he squirms.

you watch him carefully for a moment, to see if they’re squirms of discomfort or anticipation, and when his head tips back when your thumb brushes over his tip and a soft whine slips from his throat, you know it’s anticipation.

you lean forward, gathering spit into the front of your mouth before letting it drip past your lips and onto his aching tip. you smear it against your lips, still watching him carefully and when he looks down at you finally, you wrap your lips around him and start bobbing your head down his length.

“oh my-,” he gasps lowly, one hand shooting into your hair to grip the roots tightly again. you hum softly around him, sending vibrations through his cock. you work what length you can’t fit into your mouth with your hand.

your free hand comes to his bare thigh, just resting there for presence, and you almost coo when he uses both of his hands to brush your already messy hair out of your face into a makeshift ponytail, gripping it with his fist.

his hips buck slightly off the mattress, short, shallow thrusts into your wet mouth and you whine softly, feeling drool start to dribble out of the corners of your mouth. looking up at him, his brows are pinched together, jaw slightly slack as he watches his cock slip past your shiny lips.

you feel him twitch against your tongue, his breaths growing heavier and you’re ready for the warning that he’s about to cum, when he tugs you by your hair off of him.

“wanna fuck you,” he pants, dragging you up to his lips again “need to fuck you.” and his lips are on yours again, messy and hungry.

you go to slip back into his lap, but his hands stop you once you’re standing again. he yanks your skirt down your legs, panties going with them too and you squeak softly as he pushes you to lay flat on your tummy against his bed.

your cheek presses against his sheets, looking slightly over your shoulder at him. your folded over the side of his bed, upper body flat as you’re bent at the hips, legs hanging off the side of the bed. he looms over your back, and you watch him reach for the neckline of his shirt to tug it over his head and discard it to the floor.

he settles over your back, cock nudging between your soaked folds as he leans over to press a wet kiss to your exposed shoulder. he braces on hand by your side, the other coming between your legs to run over your slit.

he hums lowly against your ear as you gasp softly, watching your head tilt back and eyes flutter shut “so fuckin’ wet.” he mutters.

he rubs the tip of his cock between your puffy folds, your breath hitching every time it catches on your entrance but never slips in. your hands grip the sheets beside your head as you wait, and you cry out when he sinks into you slowly, his hips pressed tightly against your ass.

“you feel so good,” he whispers against your neck, placing a light bite there when your head tilts heavily to the side. he notices how you’re already gripping the sheets tightly, and he tuts under his breath.

you whine when you feel the warmth of his body over yours disappear, but gasp sharply when his hands rip yours from where they’re clutched in the sheets, tugging them and crossing them behind your back. he uses the grip he has on your arms to start thrusting into you, groaning softly as his hips plap against your ass.

he feels just as good as you thought he would, if not better. reaching the perfect place inside of you with every stroke. you moan airily when he hits a deep thrust, pulling out slowly until just his tip is nestled inside, before slamming back into you.

he notices your eyes fluttering against the sheets, one hand leaving your arms crossed behind your back to deliver a sharp spank to your ass. not hard, just enough to get your attention and your eyes snap back open, lifting your head to look at him over your shoulder.

“good girl,” he coos softly, arm returning to intertwine your fingers with his behind your back, leaning back over you to capture your lips in a messy kiss.

you can tell he just got out of a relationship, because his soft, intimate touches still make their way through the cracks, most of them seeing like habits. you find yourself jealous of a girl you’ve never even met before, knowing she was getting this every night.

he pulls away from your lips, a string of saliva still connecting you too before it breaks and slips down your chin. “gonna let me cum in this perfect pussy?” he asks lowly, eyes unwavering on your lidded ones.

you nod dumbly, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as he calls your pussy perfect. you know it’s just dirty talk but it feels like he means it. he smirks slowly as he nudges your nose with his, his thrusts picking up a pace that tells you he’s close.

the knot in your tummy builds, and your moans grow airier and higher pitched and he can feel you tightening around him.

“fuck-,” he almost hiccups, “squeezin’ me in so tight.” he breathes, his hand coming to wrap loosely around your throat “cum for me pretty girl, m’right there.”

and that’s just what you do. your body tenses as flashes of warmth surge through your limbs, eyes rolling back into your head as you feel him spill into you almost immediately after. his thrusts slow to a stop, not wanting to overstimulate either of you.

he lets go of your arms that were bound behind your back, and they fall limply to your sides. he presses a few messy kisses against your shoulder before pulling out of you with a quiet hiss. you turn around to look up at him but he’s already gone, reappearing seconds later with a damp washcloth.

he gently wipes the insides of your thighs, shushing you quietly whenever you whine from being sensitive. he tosses the washcloth into his hamper and flops heavily onto the bed next to you, a kind smile pulling at his lips as he takes in your fucked out expression.

“you alright?” he asks, lifting his hand to brush a damp piece of hair off your forehead. he sounds so genuine.

you nod, forcing yourself up. he brows pinch together as you glance around on the floor for your skirt and panties, but it’s gone as soon as it’s there.

he props himself up on his elbows, chewing the inside of his cheek. “will you spend the night?” he blurts. blush creeps onto his cheek as your eyes meet his, the same sheepish expression from before.

“you want me to stay?” you ask, a bit incredulous. he shifts on the bed, and you can tell he’s regretful from asking. he swallows thickly, nodding. “i mean- you don’t have to at all if you’re not comfortable or anything.” he all but sputters.

“i just don’t wanna sleep alone.” he admits quietly. then you remember. the girlfriend. broken up a couple of weeks ago. he must be going through hell sleeping alone if he’s asking you to stay.

you shift, nodding softly. “yeah, i’ll stay.” you murmur sympathetically, slipping back into the bed. he tugs the comforter over you both, flicking out his bedside table lamp. his arm drapes heavily around your waist, tugging you back against his chest. his thumb rubs soothing circles over your stomach, and you know this is how him and his ex girlfriend fell asleep every night.

you wonder if she’ll miss this touch. you don’t even know if he’s a bad person. fuck, he could’ve been the worst boyfriend and she dodged a bullet.

even so, you don’t know how anyone could ever get a taste of what he just gave you and leave.

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authors note: someone tell this guy to put on slut era interlude and thug it out smh.

©cinnamonsturns

[landosjpg]

chicken shop date | ln

the one where your boyfriend gets invited to the chicken shop date and you’re not really happy about it.

lando norris x gender-neutral!reader

word count: ~1.1k

warnings: just reader being a tiny bit jealous and insecure & fluff at the end

note: based on this request. took me a little longer than it should had but i wanted to watch the interview before to know how to approach it, but hope you enjoy it!

"i'm just not really fond of the idea!" you huffed, sinking further into your boyfriend's couch, dramatically crossing your arms under your chest with pouty lips.

your reaction got a laugh out of lando and he let his body plop down next to you, looking over at your saddened expression with a soft smile on his lips.

"baby, come on. i'm gonna be late," he cooed, his fingers trying to reach for your chin to get you to look at him so he could give you a kiss goodbye, but you easily managed to turn your face in the opposite direction before his lips could touch yours.

this gesture got a sigh out of lando, making him drop his hand to your lap in defeat.

"it's gonna be alright," he said, his voice still sweet as he tried te reassure you, knowing that under your over dramatic reaction lied the anxiety of him getting even more popular.

just the previous evening, his team had informed him that he was scheduled for a new interview in the morning. when he finished telling you all about it after hanging up the phone, your eyebrows were furrowed and the pout you made hadn't left your face since that very moment.

the chicken shop date.

you usually watched the show, so you knew how big of an audience it had. it wasn't the fake dating part that worried you, but the huge amount of fans it would get him.

it was a little stupid, you knew, considering that he was one of the most popular faces of the sport. but you couldn't help the little insecurities that surfaced from time to time, thinking that he could find someone to replace you at any given minute.

lando's hand squeezed yours softly, making you get out of your mind and look back at him. he knew what you were thinking, so he gave you a reassuring smile before bringing your hand up to his lips and pressed a gentle kiss to your knuckles. so you gave in.

"just don't be funny. or nice," you said, trying your best to forget about your worries and trust that nothing would change. "don't be cute, either."

"i can do that," lando chuckled, and with your hand still in his, he leaned closer to you to finally peck your lips.

"good, cause i don't want to share my boyfriend with any more people," you added, making him smile as he pulled away and got up from his spot next to you.

he found your overprotectiveness rather cute sometimes, and every single time he tried to comfort you, reminding you that you were the only one he wanted.

with your little act over, you looked up at his figure in front of you as he gathered his things before leaving the house. he looked extra good; you had noticed how the color of his hoodie was bringing out the blue of his eyes a few minutes earlier and how his curls were still a little damp from his shower, one of them perfectly falling over his forehead.

he turned to look at you one last time, leaning to kiss your forehead and whisper an "i love you" before he left the apartment in a rush, your little tantrum surely making him arrive a good couple of minutes late.

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lando had asked you to join him in australia so you could spend a few days exploring the city before he had to go back to work. and naturally, you had accepted.

as any other day, you woke up in his arms, limbs tangled under the bedsheets and your cheek softly pressed against his bare chest.

you lazily turned around, trying not to wake him up, to reach for your phone to check the time. that was your intention, but as you saw your phone blowing up with notifications, you remembered.

the episode had come out only a few hours earlier.

not wanting to spoil yourself scrolling on social media, you quickly opened youtube and looked it up, feeling a little uneasy once again. you weren't sure what you could expect, lando hadn't said much about it when he returned home that day.

you couldn't help the smile that creeped up to your lips the second he appeared on your screen, his soft spoken voice warming your heart and making you snuggle closer to him, your back against his chest now.

you felt the grip around your waist getting a little tighter, his knees tucking behind yours.

"are you serious?" his voice was hoarse, his breath on your skin as he hid his face on your neck.

"you didn't think i wouldn't watch, did you?" you giggled when he pulled you closer to him, only getting a soft groan from his lips as an answer.

he didn't say anything else, just kept pressing soft kissis to your skin as you finished watching the interview, your smile growing wider at his shyness.

once you were done, you put your phone down and turned around to face him again. your eyes met his under the soft morning light, the corners of your lips moving upwards at the beautiful sight in front of you.

"it wasn't that bad now, was it?" he whispered, clearly referring to your tantrum the day of the filming.

"it was fun," you admitted, running your fingers through his curls slowly.

he hummed, letting his eyelids flutter close once again at your touch.

"i'm still not happy about sharing my boyfriend with new people," you playfully added after a few seconds, the little pout on your lips, but lando was quick to kiss it away. "and i could've asked you those questions myself," you sassed, making him roll his eyes with a chuckle at your words.

"maybe you should go on a date with me if you want to ask me those questions so bad," he said, trying to nuzzle his face on your neck again to hide his smirk.

"smooth," you giggled, wrapping one of your legs around his body and pulling him a little closer to yours. "i'd love to go on a date with you, baby."

he smiled at your murmured answer, kissing your jaw before mumbling himself, "tomorrow night then?"

with a slight nod of your head, you hummed and let your eyes shut close to enjoy a couple more minutes in bed with your boyfriend before the alarm went off.

[fr33time]

I had a thought about how busy MC is with missions. What if MC forgot her own birthday due to a mission? Let’s assume none of the ghouls knew her birthday 😅

Like, MC gets back after the mission is completed and plops onto her bed exhausted. Then, while she’s drifting off to sleep she remembers that it’s her birthday! And she missed it 😢 then the morning after she laments to one of the ghouls cause it could be her last birthday.

Characters: Haru, Rui, Haku, Subaru, Sho, and Jin

Ty ♡´･ᴗ･`♡

-MC forgets their birthday-

Ft. Jin, Sho, Haru, Subaru, Haku, Rui

Divider credits: @uzmacchiato

A/N: awe this one is so sad. Darkwick and the ghouls work the MC to death, they need a break :,) all pronouns that are referred to are gender neutral <3

So this was supposed to be released 2 days ago, but I’ve been dealing with some stuff so it was pushed back! Have fun reading 😘

Tags: fluff, romantic implications, headcanons

Requesting rules here! (Read before requesting)

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He’s a little curious why you wouldn’t tell him your birthday earlier, but he doesn’t ask since you’re already past that point. “Clear your schedule today, do these things and come back before sundown.” and hands you a pile of papers, basically shooing you out of his room.

His real intentions were to distract you. It came out harsh, but he didn’t want you telling anyone else and having them set up an impromptu birthday party. You’re going to need the free time.

He makes a couple calls to clean one of the suits that he has, and to find you formal wear that matches. They make sure to bring both of them lightning quick because their jobs may be on the line.

When you come back he makes you turn off your phone and tells you to put on the attire he got for you.

He sits in front of the piano and moves over for you to join, “we’re playing together, sit down.”

Throughout the night he teaches you duets to play—he plays songs that are on the easy side if you don’t know how to play. Before you go, he looks at the night sky with you from his balcony and gives you a small box. “Here, don’t open it till you get home.”

“That’s rough senpai, let’s go out then. Where do you want to go?” He gets an R&R permit right away and takes you and Bonnie for a drive. He drives aimlessly and takes you to see sights that he likes to drive by.

He stops at a shopping district and parks Bonnie. “Choose whatever you want and I’ll buy it for you, my treat for the birthday person,” he has to have SOME kind of limit to what you can buy in terms of price, but he’ll get whatever you want to make you feel good.

Before you two head back, he goes inside of a grocery store and tells you to wait outside. He doesn’t let you see in the bag, but when you get back to Vagastrom he surprises you that you’re baking a cake together.

While baking he cleans your face very often. Sometimes you don’t have a mess on your face, he just likes to tease. Either that or he swipes his messy hands on your face or clothes.

He brings you to the roof of Vagastrom to share the cake you made, he gives you the slice that’s best cut. “Let’s do this again next year, just us though.” He nudges you with his elbow and gives a confident smile.

He gets upset for you, he wanted to celebrate with you when the time came! It isn’t fair that you don’t get enough time to yourself. He’s a little sad himself that you didn’t tell him earlier, but now’s not the time gloom around!

Even though it’s the day after, he wants to plan something for you. He tells you to “come to Jabberwock at 6:00pm” and quickly runs away to get a head start, leaving you in the dust. He’s used to being under stress, but it shaved off 10 years of his life span to plan a birthday for you.

He managed to get Kaito, Luca, Rui, and Lyca to come to the party on such short notice. Towa accepted as soon as he heard it was your birthday party, and Haru forced Ren to come out of his room.

He thought he put together a good party despite it being the same day. While Haru was planning, the others were begged to make a cake for you. What was presented to you vaguely looked like a cake? Kaito made it taste good, but they had to slap on the toppings 20 minutes before you arrived.

Everyone left to do their own thing after a bit, but Haru brought you into the fields and lit up sparklers. He handed one to you and set up his phone for a photo. “Happy Birthdayy!!”

He sits down and comforts you, you should feel special on your birthday and he’s sad that you missed that feeling. “I know it isn’t much, but would you like to have a small celebration this evening?”

He got Haku, Zenji, and Lyca together for a small celebration at Hotarubi. They couldn’t manage to get you a cake in time, but Sho made you a special order when Subaru told him it was your belated birthday.

Most of the night included playing board games and pictionary. Zenji wasn't able to be included, but he cheered you on with immense vigour. Lyca kept looking at the doll in confusion, because all of you kept talking to it. Was he missing something?

Subaru offered to walk you back to your dorm room once it hit midnight. “I wish I could’ve done something better for you, I hope you had fun with everyone else. They all care about you immensely.”

He handed you a small box. When you opened it you found a small clip that looked the same as Subaru’s earrings. “Happy Birthday honour student.”

He doesn’t enjoy his own birthday, but he at least wanted to do something for yours because it’s you. “Let’s go do something then, we’ll do whatever you want so lead the way.”

If you want an R&R permit to go outside of Darkwick, he can make that happen. He follows you wherever you want to go and gets you small gifts along the way.

Before you go back to campus he buys a bag of candy, and tells you that he wants to show you something when you get back. He leads you through Hotarubi and teases you to get closer to him under the umbrella.

He leads you to a gazebo far from the dorm, and sits you down before he pours the candy onto an altar. It doesn’t take long until small spirits appear to sing and dance around the building. Haku offers to share the candy while they perform.

“Not many people know about them. If you share food with them they’ll sing a song in return. I thought you’d like something like this, Happy Birthday your highness.”

He was trying to comfort you, but also panicked on the inside. Why wouldn’t you tell him your birthday beforehand?!?! Did you not want to celebrate with him?! He went into crisis mode for a good 20 minutes until he thought of a brilliant idea.

“After your classes are done, want me to take you on a birthday date? Totally my treat!” He’s half joking on the “date” part, but you can interpret it however you want.

He’s excited to spend some time with you on your late birthday, he wants your day to feel like you didn’t miss out. He feels sympathy for you, after all he is your curse twin. You deserve a dedicated day.

He opens the bar door and yells “tada!” To reveal his birthday set-up for you. He didn’t have time to buy cheesy decorations, but he set the table and made sure to light a candle to mask the bar smell. There’s a bag of Sho’s truck food waiting to be eaten, and a cupcake with a candle in it.

“Happy Birthday cutie! I closed the bar tonight, so it’ll just be us tonight. So, what can I get for you first?”

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-character dividers made by me 🫶

[genshinluvr]

Smug-a-Saurian(s)

Pairings: Various Genshin Men x Isekai'd!Reader

Summary: After the failed tour of Natlan, you decided to return to Natlan to complete the tour! However, you end up bringing something back to the abode. Was it intentional? No. Do you plan on letting it happen? Sort of, but you knew better.

Note: This is a spin-off mini-fic of The Nation of War fanfic! I was going to write something longer, but due to my impending night shift for work (tomorrow), I was not able to. My brain has been in shambles the entire week due to work preparations and the passing of Liam Payne (my 11-year-old self is incredibly heartbroken and in tears). Idk how my new work schedule is going to impact my updates, but we'll have to wait and see :< Anyway! I don't post anywhere else but on Tumblr (Genshinluvr), Ko-Fi (also Genshinluvr/Aaliah_exo), and AO3 (Aaliah_exo).

Warnings: I wrote this with a lot going on in my head, so this fic is most definitely ass 🥲

Word Count: 3k

It’s a peaceful day at the abode, and everyone is lounging in the estate, keeping to themselves and occasionally chatting with one another. It’s a quarter to eleven in the morning, and yet the others haven’t seen you at all today. Your bedroom is vacant, and your shoes aren’t on the shoe rack close to the front door, so it’s safe to assume that you’re currently out and about somewhere in Teyvat. Do they know where you’re at? Not really, but they assume it’s Natlan since Mualani and Kachina wanted to hang out with you today. 

“Who gets up that early to hang out with people?” Itto mumbles, waddling into the living room with a dramatic sigh. “I miss my Onikabuto booboo bear!” He pouts, plopping on the couch beside a mildly miffed Scaramouche.

“If I had to deal with you every day, I would leave to hang out with other people at the ass crack of dawn, too,” Scaramouche grumbles, crossing his arms over his chest.

Itto and Scaramouche glare at one another while Ayato sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. Footsteps echo throughout the estate as Gorou walks down the stairs, rubbing the back of his head. The tension once present in the living room evaporates as the men wait for Gorou to speak.

About ten minutes ago— it’s probably less than that— Gorou volunteered to check your room to see if there’s a way to pinpoint when you left the estate. The men have nothing against you leaving the estate and abode whenever you want, but you leaving the abode at an ungodly time is something you would never do (unless you have something really important to do, like having to show up to the Akademiya to prepare for your research presentation).

Thoma stands up, approaching Gorou anxiously. “So? Did you find anything?”

Gorou sighs, propping his hands on his hips. “Their bed is moderately warm, so that means [Y/N] didn’t leave the estate at the crack of dawn. However…” Gorou trails off, stroking his chin. “That makes me wonder how they were able to leave the abode undetected.”

Again, the men aren’t against you leaving the estate and abode alone. You have as much freedom as any other person on Teyvat. What they’re concerned about is your safety— totally not because they’re clingy and want to be around you 24/7! However, they can’t really speak on Zhongli and Neuvillette’s behalf, considering the two men became quite clingy (well, even clingier than usual) after the unsuccessful tour around the Nation of War. 

Paimon sighs, rolling her eyes. “Don’t worry about them! I’m sure they’re fine somewhere! If you guys are worried, why not communicate your worries with them? Isn’t that how relationships work?” Paimon asks, propping her hands on her hips as she bobs up and down in the air.

Everyone in the room nods, agreeing with Paimon. While they could communicate their worries to you, they don’t want to put any pressure on you after voicing their concerns. Plus, what’s there to worry about? You’re hanging out with your new friends! It’s not like you’re going to be smuggling a wild animal back to the abode or doing some illegal activities while on Teyvat, right?

Meanwhile…

You stand outside the teapot, debating on what you’re going to do with an army of issues before you. You bite your nails and glance at the teapot, then at the Saurian Whelps standing before you, staring at you expectantly. You’re so fucked. You went to Natlan to hang out with Mualani and Kachina to complete the tour of Natlan— of course, Kinich and Ajaw did show up for the first thirty minutes, but they left because Ajaw was being a little shithead that Kinich had to leave earlier than planned.

After hanging out with Kachina and Mualani, you head back to where the teapot is resting. Dakarai is the one to walk you back to the abode because he’s an absolute sweetheart and was eager to spend some extra time with you after not seeing you for who knows how long. However, on your way back to the teapot with Dakarai, you and the Tepetlisaur Whelp failed to notice certain creatures following from a safe distance. When you notice them, it is already too late to try to outrun them because you and Dakarai are surrounded by Saurian Whelps. Dakarai stands before you, curiously inspecting the other Saurians surrounding both of you.

“I don’t think I can bring you guys with me,” you say, tapping your feet on the ground as you try to remain strong in the face of Saurian Whelps.

The Tepetlisaur Whelp tilts its head, gazing at you curiously. You can see a visible question mark appearing above its head. You sigh, rubbing your temples. You’re trying your best to hold in your squeals. The Saurian Whelps are too cute, but at the same time, you cannot bring them into the abode. Saurians are from Natlan, and you don’t know if they can survive in an environment that isn’t Natlan. But how can you not bring them back to the abode with you!? Look at their little faces! They’re literally giving you the puppy dog eyes, almost as if they’re begging you to take them with you!

You turn to look at Dakarai— Aether and Paimon’s Tepetlisaur Whelp companion. “What do I do, Dakarai? I can’t bring them back because I don’t think the abode is a suitable environment for them.”

Dakarai roars in response.

You shake your head. “I don’t know if the abode is suitable for you either, Dakarai. But I guess we won’t know unless we try, right?”

Dakarai roars again in response, flailing his arms around cutely. You hold back a squeal and pat Dakarai’s head instead, hoping that’ll stop you from wanting to bring him into a tight hug. The other Saurians around you and Dakarai roar and whine in response, almost as if they’re demanding you to give them attention.

The Yumkasaur Whelp hops toward you, tilting its head to the side with a questioning gaze. “?” 

You shut your eyes and turn around, hoping that will make you become invisible to the eyes of the Saurian Whelps (it doesn’t). Surely, you can enter the abode without the Saurians trying to go with you, right?

The warm sun of Natlan beams down at you, heating the back of your head the longer you have your back facing the Saurian Whelps. If only Mualani, Kachina, and Kinich were here with you, then maybe they could lure the Saurians away. Unfortunately, it’s you against the world and the Saurian Whelps. Of course, Dakarai is with you, but you’re sure that he wants to come along with you to the abode. 

“Fuck it!” Without thinking, you touch the teapot with your eyes closed, not wanting to see the outcome of what you just did. 

When you’re finally in the abode, you open your eyes to see the beautiful estate where you and your beloveds reside. You nearly sigh in relief, glad that you’re finally home and can finally take a nap after who knows how long you’ve been gone. You stretch as you walk to the front door of the estate, listening to the birds chirping in the distance. 

Just as you reach for the doorknob, the door swings open, and you come face-to-face with Diluc, who sighs in relief when you two make eye contact. Without hesitating, Diluc pulls you into his arms and buries his face into your hair.

“Welcome home, angel. We’ve been worried about you,” Diluc whispers into your hair, tightening his arms around you. 

You peek at Diluc, wrapping your arms around him. “Sorry for worrying you and everyone else. I was in Natlan completing the tour with Mualani and Kachina!” You say, pulling away from the hug. “Kinich and Ajaw were also there, but they left early because Ajaw was being mean.” You scratch the back of your head.

You and Diluc walk into the estate, where the others are waiting for you. The minute twenty-seven pairs of eyes land on you, everyone stands up and nearly lunges at you. The first person to get to you is, of course, Childe. The man has his arms wrapped around your shoulders, rubbing his cheek up against yours.

“Snookums!!! I haven’t seen you at all today, and this is how you greet me!?” Childe exclaims, pouting at you.

You pat Childe’s head, letting him cling to you. “I didn’t even get to greet you today, Childe. In fact, I barely entered the living room, and you’re already on me.” You reply, poking his cheek.

After coaxing Childe to release you from his iron grip, Childe reluctantly releases you after guiding you to the couch. Zhongli walks over to you, handing you a cup of tea. You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Zhongli before taking a sip of the warm drink. 

Heizou sits across from you, bouncing his right leg with excitement as he leans forward. “So? How was Natlan? Did you see anything cool or interesting there?” His gorgeous eyes shimmer with curiosity. 

You nod, taking another sip of your tea as Neuvillette holds out a plate of macaroons toward you. You take a pink macaroon from the plate and take a bite of the sweet treat. Now that you think about it… you didn’t have breakfast before leaving for Natlan— nor did you eat anything while in Natlan. Then again, you didn’t feel hungry because you were so focused on exploring the new region with your new friends. 

You eating one macaroon ended up being the entire plate of macaroons. Neuvillette looks almost horrified as he watches you scarf down the sweet treats within five minutes. Wriothesley chuckles and pats your head, watching you happily sip your tea afterward.

“You’re quite hungry, aren’t you? Don’t tell me your tour guides didn’t take you out to eat,” Wriothesley teases, wiping the crumb from the corner of your mouth with his thumb.

You lick your lips and press your lips into a thin line before answering, “They didn’t, but that’s because I was so engrossed in wanting to explore the region that I completely forgot about needing to eat. But! But… I wasn’t feeling hungry at that time.”

Xiao suddenly appears beside you, his eyebrows furrowing. “You didn’t see that Kinich person, did you? I don’t like him,” Xiao states, crossing his arms over his chest before turning his head away from you.

You blink at Xiao, unsure of how to answer him. You technically did see Kinich, but again, it was only for a brief moment because of Ajaw’s lack of behavior. 

“Kinich and Ajaw were at the tour, but they left early! It was just me, Mualani, and Kachina! Oh! And Dakarai!” You reply, nodding.

Xiao huffs, still not pleased to hear your response. Ever since the day of the failed tour around Natlan, Xiao has been voicing his distaste for Kinich’s relic companion. More so, the relic’s unnecessary and rude comments are aimed at you. If Ajaw isn’t making fun of you, he’s making fun of the men and their taste in a partner— or the lack of taste. You appreciate the men coming to your defense, but Ajaw’s comment doesn’t hurt you as much as it should. The relic reminds you of a younger sibling who loves roasting their siblings. Or the spoiled youngest child who gets what they want no matter what— that is what Ajaw reminds you of. 

“Anyway, I’m finally home now, and we can relax in the living room together!” You say, placing the half-empty teacup on the coffee table. 

You lean back on the couch and yawn; the urge to take a nap is slowly taking over. Before Childe can get the chance to have you snuggle up against him, Lyney tugs you in his direction and has you resting your head on his chest. Childe grumbles, shooting a glare in Lyney’s direction, only to receive a shit-eating grin from him. 

Tighnari and Gorou’s ears twitch at a strange sound. The two men lock gazes, not saying a word. Everyone in the room is migrating to where you’re sitting while both Tighnari and Gorou remain standing in their spots. Gorou points at the entrance, wordlessly asking if Tighnari heard the same thing as he did. Tighnari nods, confirming Gorou’s suspicion. 

You peek from Lyney’s chest, rubbing your eyes with the heel of your hand. “Tighnari? Gorou? Are you guys okay?”

Gorou and Tighnari stare at you. Tighnari smiles and nods. “Yes, we’re okay! But do you guys hear that?”

Everyone falls silent, trying to listen for whatever Tighnari and Gorou supposedly heard. Coming from the entrance of the estate, if you listen closely, you can hear faint scratching. It’s almost like something is trying to burrow into the floor of the estate but is unable to. Then, the sound of a familiar roar snaps you out of your sleepy haze. You sit up, looking around frantically at everyone in the room.

“Oh, no. Don’t tell me…” you trail off, getting up from the couch and making your way to the front door.

Dainsleif raises his eyebrows at you. “[Y/N]... do you have something you want to tell us?”

You nervously laugh, “I have no idea what you guys are implying.”

It’s a lie. You actually do know what they’re implying, but you’re really hoping that whatever you assume is trying to burrow under the estate is the complete opposite of what you’re actively trying to avoid.

Before you can reach the door, Al Haitham wraps his arms around your waist while Kaveh walks to the door to see what the commotion is. When the door swings wide open, all you see is a small army of Saurian Whelps at the entrance. 

“Dear Archons…” you whisper, covering your mouth.

Kaveh looks at you with wide eyes. “Did you smuggle Saurian Whelps into the abode!?” He demands, crossing his arms over his chest. “Is that why you were out in Natlan for so long?!” 

Al Haitham leans over and stares at your face for a moment. You can’t help but feel like a specimen being examined by scientists with the way Al Haitham’s looking at you. Archons, you can just die right now. 

Al Haitham sighs, shaking his head. “Given their facial expression, I highly doubt they smuggled Saurians into the abode. However, it seems like [Y/N] was very aware of the Saurian Whelps following them to the abode.”

You hear a small roar coming from the entrance. Your head perks up, and you see Dakarai at the entrance. When making eye contact with you, Dakarai shakes with excitement and waves at you before barreling past Kaveh and toward you. 

“Dakarai! It’s good to see you again!” Paimon exclaims happily, waving at the Tepetlisaur Whelp.

After seeing Dakarai enter the estate with ease, the other Saurian Whelps follow not long after. The Saurian Whelps surround you and Al Haitham, roaring and mewing with excitement. You go limp in Al Haitham’s arms, sighing in defeat.

So much for returning to the abode without the Saurians coming along; it’s not like you’re against the Saurians becoming residents of the beautiful abode that you share with the loves of your life. However, the people who do mind are your beloveds, and seeing the looks on their faces is concerning.

The majority of them look baffled, and then there’s Zhongli and Neuvillette. While they’re both masters of masking their emotions (most of the time), you can see slight annoyance on their faces. The once clear sunny skies of the abode have quickly turned to a dark gray sky with thunder crackling in the distance. 

Kaeya snorts, shaking his head. “Perhaps [Y/N] wanting to complete this tour around Natlan is another excuse for them to see the Saurian Whelps,” Kaeya teases, pinching your cheeks with a smirk.

Zhongli pinches the bridge of his nose. “We need to have a serious conversation about smuggling creatures into the abode, dearest. While I understand that is not your intention, you still manage to unintentionally bring a wild animal to the estate.”

You open your mouth to protest, but seeing the looks on other people’s faces makes you shut your mouth. The thunder in the distance grows louder and louder with each passing minute. You look at Neuvillette, who casually tucks his hair behind his ears, trying to act nonchalant about the entire situation. 

You squeak, “Neuvillette?”

Neuvillette clears his throat. “I agree with Zhongli. We need to have a serious conversation about this situation. While it’s not your intention to bring back fifteen wild Saurian Whelps to the abode, they are here illegally.”

Oh, shit. For once, Neuvillette isn’t calling Zhongli Deus Auri. You’re fucked. You’re going to get scolded by Zhongli and Neuvillette for unintentionally smuggling Saurians into the abode. The Saurian Whelps whimper, huddling close to you while shivering with fear the longer Zhongli and Neuvillette furrow their eyebrows.

You raise an index finger. “Before you guys scold me for something I didn’t do intentionally… can we pretty please keep the Saurian Whelps? Maybe we can get a license? I don’t know how it works in Natlan, but I can do my research, and then maybe, just maybe, we can let them live in the abode?”

The glares you receive from Zhongli and Neuvillette are bone-chilling, sending shivers down your spine. You sigh in defeat, pouting. You slowly turn to the Saurian Whelps, trying not to melt under the puppy dog eyes the Saurian Whelps are giving you. So much for trying to convince your beloveds to let you keep Saurians in the abode.

“If I can’t have Saurian Whelps in the abode, then can we have Ajaw instead?” You joke.

“Absolutely not.”

“Are you crazy?”

You pat the top of Dakarai’s head as he continues to examine his surroundings. If you can’t have an army of Saurian Whelps in the abode, will they make an exception for Dakarai? After all, he is Aether and Paimon’s Saurian companion.

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[manikas-whims]

Product Testing [AO3]

Based on THIS text exchange between Xavier and MC.

“Close your eyes.”

Xavier, who has been lounging like a lazy cat on your couch, blinks his deep blue eyes, his brows narrowing and lips curling adorably in confusion. “Why?”

“Because you promised to help me test out all my new skincare products!” You say, excitedly waving a bar of lip tint in front of his face. “I wanna try this.”

He stares at you, as if searching for an appropriate response to turn down your request. But ultimately, his shoulders deflate and he shrugs. “Go on then.”

Happily, you plop down next to him on the couch and turn the cap of the tint. It’s a tender pink shade that would suit well for your working days.

As you inch closer to Xavier, you notice his skin is beautiful and unblemished as ever despite the lack of any proper skincare. It shouldn’t surprise you anymore but it does. It must have something to do with his genetics. Still, you’d partially like to take the credit for incorporating your own face wash, and cream into his nightly bedtime routine.

“Um..?” Xavier interrupts your train of thought, his eyes closed in waiting.

You shake your head for getting sidetracked by his beauty. And before he can change his mind, you bring up the brush to his face, and carefully apply an ample amount of the tint on Xavier’s pretty lips.

Wow.

This may have begun as a momentary whim of yours but you can’t keep yourself from gawking like a 14-year old with their first anime crush. Of course he’s somehow making the tint feel so effortlessly lovely on his lips.

“Are you done?” Xavier flutters open one eye and peaks at you.

You nod absent-mindedly, still admiring the soft pink color on his lips.

He takes the bar of tint from your hand and examines it, while you pick up your cellphone and open the camera app.

“Just wanted to make sure the color looks the same when applied on lips.” You explain, your gaze swaying back towards his lips as you snap a picture of him.

Xavier frowns. “Then you should’ve tried it on yourself.”

He raises a palm to wipe his lips but you grab his hand and hold it in place, snapping a few more close-up shots of his face.

“Yeah I should have..” You wink at him and speak in a singsong tone. “..but I just knew it’d look good on you~”

Xavier pouts but you can tell there’s no genuine annoyance behind his eyes. Then he shifts closer, his height allowing him to easily tower over you. Confused, you watch him watch you, his eyelids slowly fluttering down, his gaze now focused intently on your lips.

“Xav–”

Your words are muffled by the sudden press of his lips upon yours. Then he pulls back and smiles, satisfied with your now smudged, pink lips.

“The shade looks good on you too.” He affirms cheekily.

Immediately you feel the rush of heat on your face and turn your head away to hide the obvious blush from his keen eyes.

can you believe i have an exam on 26th and this is what i’m doing 😭..anyways i got hit by this silly idea and had to get it out of my mind so here we go..

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©️ Xavier divider is mine. Bottom divider by @saradika-graphics

[idkdudethisisntpermanent]

Blurred Lines

jenna ortega x female reader

summary: You and Jenna, best friends and actresses, are cast as lovers for the first time, tasked with bringing a romantic chemistry to the screen. But as scenes unfold, the lines between acting and reality begin to blur.

word count: 2.1k

a/n: This was actually the first Jenna story I wrote!

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What are you thinking so hard about? Jenna asks plopping down in the director's chair next to you.

After being best friends for years, you and Jenna have finally gotten the opportunity to work alongside each other on your latest film Lovestruck, a romance film where you two are playing the lead couple.

You. You wanted to say, but you were 8 years too deep in the friendzone to truly say what was on your mind. "Just the next scene," you smile at her tiredly.

Her eyes light up, "I've been looking forward to this scene for so long!  God just look at that view Y/n!  I'm so jealous of Lalya," she sighs, referencing the character she's playing in the film. "Just who wouldn't love to be confessed to here," your co-star finishes looking over at you with sparkles in her eyes.

When your manager gave you the script for this project, you could only laugh at how much the story paralleled your situation with Jenna.  You were playing Quinn, a girl who has been in love with her friend for years, but couldn't do anything about it.  Eventually the mixed signals and watching the one she loves be with others got too much, and Quinn angrily confesses by the lakefront during a sunset; the view Jenna was fawning over just a minute ago.

You could only wish that the aftermath of any potential confession of yours could resemble the one in this film. Layla ends up reciprocating Quinn's feelings and it's a happy ending.

Unfortunately the universe isn't as perfect as an angsty teen romance, and is rather a sick minded individual who gets a kick out of meddling with people's lives. For years you and Jenna have auditioned for the same projects to play friends, enemies, even sister's but why is it that the one project both of you manage to land is this one?

"Y/n/n!"

Startled, you look over at the girl who's been trying to get your attention for all this time while you zoned out. "Y-yeah sorry. You're right. It would be a dream to be confessed to here."

She hums and stands up before placing a hand on your shoulder looking intently into your eyes, "I'll see you on set after the break, hope you bring your A game Y/l/n," she winks with a smile before walking off.

Jenna walks over to Andrew another actor working the film and immediately starts laughing and touching his arm in conversation.  You couldn't help but roll your eyes, but you also couldn't tear your eyes away from the scene that always happened to unfold in front of you.

It hurts you beyond belief watching your best friend interact flirtatiously with other people. Having to hear about rumoured boyfriends and especially having her not deny them. The mixed signals you got from the girl wasn't any help either, like what was that hand on the shoulder just now? The wink?!

You walk away trying your very best to calm yourself down before your big scene. Jenna frowned as she watched you walk away and towards your personal trailer.

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The director calls everyone to set and has prepared to shoot the big confession scene. The crew helps you and Jenna find your places and fixes up any imperfections in your clothing. As you stand before your co-star you're hit with a strong wave of emotions. The 20 minutes you spent in the trailer wasn't much help, and now as you watch Jenna who is looking at you curiously, you make a realization.

You may never confess to Jenna. How could you? This friendship was the greatest you've ever had and you were aware of the fact that friendships like this one, don't come easy. It would be insanely stupid of you to confess your love and single-handedly lose a gem like Jenna completely. The more you thought about it, the interactions between Andrew, the rumours with Percy, and countless other boys, the more helpless you felt. There was no way she could feel the same.

"You okay?" the gentle voice you've come to love speaks.

You're silent.  She looks at you with her big doe eyes that you've come to love, but at this very moment you hate so much.  The concern in her eyes is pushing you off the edge.  You hated it.  You hated how her caring nature has only gotten you falling tenfolds harder. Why does she have to be good to me, why does she torture me like this you ask yourself.

"Y/n/n."

You look away, refusing to look into her eyes, scared of the emotions you'll find in them, scared of finding out how much more you could fall in love with her in this moment, so you settle on the view of the sunset.

The director begins a 10 second countdown to cue in the start of the scene and you're still looking at the sunset pondering. This may be the only time that you'll ever speak the words of a confession to Jenna. Yes, to her it'll be you performing the script, Quinn speaking these words, but she doesn't have to know that you will mean all the words you speak with every fibre of your being.

A light smile plays on your lips as you think about the performance you're about to give and how it should get you nominated for all the acting awards in existence. The lines of Quinn and Y/n have blurred, and you are playing no character other then yourself.

You won't be acting.

"Action!"

The scene begins and you start marching away from Jenna like the script told you to.

"Wait- Stop!" Jenna says frantically grabbing on to your arm.You roll your eyes, shrugging her off and continue walking.

"Why do you insist on hurting me?" She shouts, following the script.  You stop walking and pause.One beat. Two beat. Just like the script instructed. You turn around, glaring at her with more intensity than the script demands, "Me? Hurt you? That's rich coming from you."

Jenna hesitates, caught off guard by the seriousness in your voice, but quickly recovers, staying in character.

"Yes you asshole! I invite you to the lake house, and all you do is ignore me!"  Groaning into your hands, you speak your next line.  "Layla. You're joking right?"

"No Q, I'm not.  Do you even care about me?  It's my fucking birthday, and you're acting like I'm not even here, sulking in one of your moods and embarrassing me in front of my friends!"

"Then what am I?"

"What?"

You laugh, running your hands through your hair, struggling to keep your emotions in check.

"If those are your little fucking friends, then what am I to you?"

Jenna acted taken aback like she was supposed to, "My friend? My best friend? I don't know that's not the point! Wh-"

You cut her off, "But it is the point!"

You break the script.

You blink hard, letting the tears that were building up before the scene fall down your face.

Jenna had a look in her eyes that you've never seen before it was confusion and something else you couldn't pinpoint. Being the amazing actress that she is, she improvs her next line, so the scene can get back on track.

"Here you go again not wanting to address the real issue," she rolls her eyes.

You decide to stick to the script with tears streaming down your face. "I can't keep doing this anymore Layla," the words carrying the weight of years of hidden feelings. "Watching you with them, pretending I'm fine when I'm not. I can't just be your friend anymore."

Jenna's eyes widen, her character momentarily forgotten as she registers the raw emotion in your voice. "Quinn... what are you saying?"

You take a deep breath, letting it all out, the pain, the frustration, the love. You're about to do it and you hope that just for a second your performance will blur the lines for Jenna. "I'm saying that I'm in love with you, and I have been for a long time. And it kills me every time I see you with someone else, knowing I can't be the one to make you smile like that."

The silence that follows is deafening. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, waiting for her response, both in character and out of it. The director's voice seems far away as he doesn't call cut, letting the scene play out naturally. For a moment you start to think that Jenna has forgotten her line, she's supposed to say, "For how long?"

But she goes off script.

She takes a step forward so she's only a foot away from you and takes your trembling hands (that you didn't even realize were shaking) in her own, an attempt to calm you down.

Jenna, as Layla, steps closer, her own tears glistening in the fading light. "Why didn't you tell me sooner, Quinn? Why did you let me go on thinking we were just friends?"

Your voice cracks as you respond, "Because I was scared. Scared of losing you, scared of ruining what we have. But I can't keep pretending anymore."

Jenna reaches up, gently cupping your face with her hands, her touch warm and soft. "You idiot," she whispers, her voice trembling. "How could you not know? How could you think for even a second that I didn't feel the same way?"

Her words hit you like a ton of bricks, and for a moment you forget that you're on set, that this is all supposed to be a performance. It feels too real, too raw.

"T-then what about everything I see? All those guys?" You say staying true to the script, but you couldn't hold your tongue and add, "The rumours? The interactions I always see?"

Jenna clearly seems taken aback by your addition to the script, and opens her mouth and closes it, at a loss for words.

You can't help yourself and continue, "Do you have any idea what it's like to watch you with other guys? To see you flirt with everyone else and feel like I'm just...invisible?"

Jenna's heart races as she realizes the depth of your feelings, the lines between the script and reality blurring completely.

Jenna continues, the rest of the scene now being pure improv. With tears in her eyes, "I wasn't trying to hurt you...Q. I wanted you to notice me. To see me the way I see you.

You freeze, your heart pounding in your chest. Jenna's voice is trembling, her gaze locked on yours, and for the first time you realize she's not just playing a role. She's confessing, right here, in front of everyone.

"I've been in love with you for so long," you get out through tears, "But all I've ever seen is you with them... like I don't even exist."

The shorter girl steps closer, dropping the last remnants of her character. Her hands reach up to cup your face, her touch gentle and filled with unspoken emotion.

"I didn't know how to tell you, Quinn. I was scared, so I tried to make you jealous, provoke you into action, hoping you'd finally do something. I-I was hoping you'd see how much I care. How much I...love you.

Your breath catches, your heart pounds in your ears, and you break character completely not caring anymore, in a trembling voice you ask, "You really feel the same way?"

Jenna nods, tears spilling over as she smiles, a mixture of relief and vulnerability in her expression.

"Yes, Q. I've always felt this way. I was just too scared to admit it... but not anymore."

You blink, struggling to process what's happening. This wasn't in the script—none of this was. But it's real, and it's happening now.

You smile through the tears, "Then let's stop pretending, Jenna. No more games... I'm yours if you'll have me.

Jenna lets out a small, tearful laugh, pulling you into a tight embrace. The cameras are still rolling despite your name drop, but none of that matters anymore. She pulls back just enough to look at you, her eyes shining with a love that's no longer hidden.

"I've always been yours. Always."

In that moment, you lean in, pressing your lips to hers in a kiss that's filled with all the years of longing and love you've both kept hidden. When you finally pull away, you're both breathless, tears of happiness mingling with the raw emotion of the scene.

The director calls "Cut," but neither of you moves, still lost in each other's eyes. For a moment, the set is silent, the crew unsure if they've just witnessed the best acting of your careers or something far more real. But you both know the truth—and it's better than any script that could have been written.

[lcvecove]

can we get some more drunk clingy luke content with vi 🌚

ᡴꪫ ࣪ ݂ of course you can nonnie. here’s a little freshman umich luke and vi for you <3

violet was sitting in front of her little vanity mirror, doing her nightly skin care when she heard incessant knocking on her dorm door. she opens it a little and peaks outside, opening it fully when she spots her best friend swaying in front of her door.

“hey” he slurs, giving her a grin so big, her lips can’t help but tip up slightly as she pulls him into the tiny room.

“what are you doing here? please tell me you didn’t drive here” violet pleads, pushing him towards her small pink chair and wincing as it creaks when luke plops down on it

“I didn’t drive here” he mumbles, doing a little spin on the pink chair before picking up her white skin care headband with the little ears and putting it on.

she can’t help but giggle at the sight, grabbing her phone and discreetly taking a quick photo.

“how’d you get here then?” she questions, opening her mini fridge to grab a bottle of water and handing it to him

“I uh — walked. from the party” he admits, scratching the back of his neck as she gives him a look.

“are you insane? it’s late. and freaking cold. and you’re drunk out of your mind. you can’t do that luke” she chastises, and luke nods his head

“I know I know I’m sorry. I was just — the guys were drunk and having a good time and I just wasn’t so I wanted to leave. I didn’t take my car and I was too drunk to drive it anyway so —“ he hiccups, taking a little sip of water

“you should’ve called me! you know if the roles were reversed you’d be wringing my neck right now” she insists, not allowing him to make excuses for his stupidity that led him to put himself in danger

“yeah you’re right. it was stupid. I’m sorry. I should’ve had a better plan going into it” luke mumbles, shrugging and violet nods

“why did you leave? it isn’t over yet is it?” violet asks curiously and he shakes his head

“nah. just wasn’t feeling it honestly. I should’ve known I wasn’t gonna have a good time when you told me you weren’t going. can’t remember the last time I had a good time without you by my side” luke states nonchalantly before taking another sip of water. he says is so casually it takes violet a minute to process it. damn it. you can’t just say things like that luke hughes.

“can you — will you do the stuff?” luke asks, voice still groggy, gesturing to the products on her vanity and then to his face

“sure” violet agrees, smiling because ‘the stuff’ just meant moisturizing his skin. it was wonder how these guys did so little to their appearance and yet always looked so good.

she stands between his spread legs, tilting his head up and adjusting the headband so his curls are out of the way.

she puts some moisturizer on his face, intently making sure she massages it all in as his hands fall to the back of her thighs, caressing them softly.

violet’s heart is beating so hard she’s afraid it’ll pump out of her chest, the mixture of his hands on her legs and his content face between her palms just too much for her to handle.

impulsively she leans forward and places a small kiss on his nose. “all done” she whispers, pulling back as he slowly opens his eyes

“thanks” he mutters, hands stilling on her legs as he looks up at her

“you’re welcome. if you’re staying the night you gotta get rid of that shirt, it reeks of alcohol” violet says, stepping away from his touch as she goes over to her dresser

“you tryna get me naked kingston?” he grins lazily, eyes struggling to stay open

“for sure stud” violet teases, rummaging around in one of the drawers before she pulls out one of her oversized umich dance hoodies

“c’mon up” she demands, lifting his arms as she removes his shirt and pulls her hoodie over his head

“much better” she states, fixing his curls and he leans into her touch

“agreed” he mumbles, bringing the material up to his nose and smelling it

he gets up, and violet awkwardly turns around when he kicks off his jeans and slips into her bed in just his boxers.

“you can’t sleep on your back” she comments as she gets into the bed next to him

“why” he whines, pulling the hood over his head and snuggling deeper under her blanket

“because what if your throw up? and then you choke on it?” she asks, pulling the hood back down and forcing one of his eyes open with her thumb that’s fallen closed

“fineee” he says, softly slapping her hand away and putting his arm around her waist, pulling her hips down a bit

“you can’t manhandle me in my own bed” she pouts and luke grins in response

“so I can manhandle you in my bed?” he grins, adjusting her position a little more before he lays on top of her, his head on her chest

“will you scratch my back until I fall asleep?” he mutters, eyes closed

“geez, you’re so demanding tonight hughes” she teases, beginning to run her hands up and down his back

“underneath” he mutters

“anything else your majesty?” she jokes, but complies as she sneaks her hands under the hoodie and starts running her hands up and down his bare back

“not at the moment” he answers back, voice thick with amusement

“night, love you” he mutters before he knocks out and violet allows herself a moment to just observe him

“love you more lu” she mumbles back in the dark

more than you’ll ever know.

[everlastingserenitys]

Ghost In My Bed!

summ. How to get rid of a ghost in your house? Fuck him!

pairing. sylus x f!reader cw. ghost!sylus, p in v, fingering, teasing, tension, hand job, creampie, riding, kissing, dirty talk, Tara mentioned, some paranormal shit, p w little plot, belly bulging, Caleb mentioned wc. 3k :( a/n. first off I need more pics of sylus. 2nd, the link in one of the sentences just takes you to my ao3 fic! anyway this was stuck in my mind. sry if a lil sloppy

“Tara, are you sure this is a good place to move into?” You ask, glancing at the slightly worn out house in front of you. Vines draping down the roof, paint ripping off at every gush the wind blew.

“Okay don’t hate me for this but there maayy be something lurking inside there! I don't know though!”

“Seriously?!” you exclaim, playfully hitting her shoulder and looking back at the house one more time.

“If something happens it’s over for you.” You joke, crossing the fence and looking back at Tara.

Tara only giggled in response and wished you luck before you entered the house.

The second you entered the house you were met with an eerie feeling in the front room. A shudder left your body and you continued your walk. Then, a CRASH! echoed through the room.

Alarmed at the sound you pause at your spot, and look around before continuing your walk.

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“Tara you were right this house is weird!” You groan, resting your head on your desk as your phone is lying against your ear.

“What happened?”

“I think there’s a ghost.”

A muffled chuckle echoed through your phone speakers, “I’ll be on my way.” She said and ended the call momentarily.

When Tara came to your place she looked around the scenery before the two of you headed to your room.

“I got some holy water in case, keep it in your drawer for now.” She said, giving you a clear glass bottle.

You thank her and switch the topic momentarily, talking as if there was nothing wrong with the house.

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Once it was time for Tara to leave, you immediately plopped on your bed and shut your lights when she stepped out of your door. A tired sigh escaped your lips and before you could shut your eyes you felt a presence watching over you.

Half lidded eyes stared at the twisted shadow, unaware if there’s actually something there or you were just too out of your mind, but the more you stared, the closer the shadow seemed to come to you.

“Pspsps human”

“‘M not a kitten, what are you saying–”

But before you could finish your sentence your eyes drifted to a slumber and slept like nothing happened.

But when the next morning came along curiosity got to you and you had to search up what happened and get the ghost out of your place immediately.

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🔍︎ are ghosts real

No Results

“Hm…”

🔍︎ how do i get rid of a ghost in my house

How to Get Rid Of a Ghost (REAL) | Click This To Find Out!

Curious, you hover your finger over the link and in a tap you were in.

A Guide On How to Get Rid Of a GHOST! (REAL)

1. First, check around your whole house to make sure there aren't any other ghosts lurking!

“Already done that.” you mutter, scrolling to the next step

2. Once you’ve looked around, make sure your house is sprayed with holy water ^^ (IMPORTANT STEP)

You glance around your house and shrug, moving onto the next step. There was no need for holy water if it’s just one ghost, plus just in case the ghost doesn't leave, you had it in your drawer to use later.

3. Now, go to the ghosts hiding spot (make sure you bring your phone with you too :D)

“Ugh, seriously?” You groan, getting up from your seat, but before you could even start walking–

CLANK!

You shivered in your spot and looked around your living room before sitting back down and peering your eyes at your phone.

4. Too scared? Try again.

You raise an eyebrow at your screen and either way get up again and continue to walk around your house, ignoring the sounds that may come. And on your walk, every step you took felt like someone was watching you, intently, as if there was a hawk watching its prey.

Once you took a good walk around your house and found nothing, you finally headed to your room. Resting your hand on the doorknob and pushing it down, pushing the door open to be met with…

Nothing.

“Oh.”

You look back down at your phone and read the next step.

4.5. Once you’ve found him–oh wait, did you?

Rolling your eyes you continue to move on.

5. If you found him, or if you didn’t (doesn't matter), say the phrase: ‘pspsps ghosty’ ;)

“This has got to be a joke.” you murmur, standing in the front of your room and looking around before chanting the phrase.

After you said the phrase a beat of silence echoed through the room and you knew it was stupid to even try again. You turn your body to the door and another thud! echoed through your room, except this time it sounded way closer…

Too close…

You slowly turn around to notice a book that was once resting on your bedside table was now lying on the ground. Curious, you pick up the book and look up, still no sight of anybody.

6. If the ghost still doesn’t appear after the phrase, keep repeating it until he gets a little agitated. Then it will show his true self!

With the stupid guide in your hands, you decided to try it out one more time, but this time, near your closet. You stepped towards your closet, quickly opening the door, letting any light seep through the dark cracks and recite your chant, with a hint of teasingness laced in it.

“Pspsps ghosty! Come out, come out wherever you are!” you tease, peering the door wider until a thud was heard inside the closet. Still unaware that the ghost may be in front of you, it wouldn’t be bad teasing it a little more.

“Come on ghosty, don’t you want to leave soon?”

…

“Pspsps ghosty–”

CRASH!

A grin danced on your lips and you pull open the door until all the light shined in, viewing a—

“What? It actually worked?!”

“Jeez, ‘m not a kitten, why’d you have to follow those stupid rules…” the ghost muttered, hopping out the closet and stumbled towards you. But the only thing you could think about was why you could see him and how to get him out..immediately.

“T-theres still more steps, let me check!”

7. Start questioning the ghost.

“How long have you been here?” you ask, staring at the angelic man standing in front of you as he fanned certain parts of his body, as if he was a delicate piece of glass who got pushed and cracked in seconds.

He stayed silent for a moment, fixing up one more part of his body before averting his ruby iris at you, a wash of a white aura glistened around his body and in the clear of a throat he finally spoke up.

“I’ve been here ever since you moved in, I'm surprised you haven't noticed.” a mocking chuckle left his lips and he plopped on your bed, the mattress sinking beneath him before he rested his head on your headboard, humming an arrhythmic melody.

“Why can I see you? And why aren’t you out of here?”

“Slow down,” he chuckled, dancing his necklace he had picked up from the desk around his fingers and playing with it for a few moments, “not sure why you could see me n’ read the guide if you want me out.”

“But either way you could’ve left before i found this guide, why not?”

“You’re interesting to watch.” he mumbled, throwing the necklace away and getting up from your bed, hovering his way to you, soon clasping his hands around your shoulders and pulling you to the bed with him.

“Huh–”

“Read the next rule, there was a reason I didn't want to leave.”

You sputter something incoherent and eventually bring your phone to your face and…What. The. Fuck.

8. Now that you have him with you, the only way to let him go is to fuck him!

You stare at your phone for a moment and back at the ghost.

“What’s your name?”

“Sylus.”

---

“Well, are you ready to leave my house after years of living here without me knowing?” you smirk, climbing onto his lap, clasping your hands on the sides of his face before leaning in closer, ghosting your breath over his parted lips.

“Try to take me down sweetie, I’d love to see you try.” he breathed, leaning closer until your lips were just millimeters apart.

Without letting him continue, you crashed your lips on his, a surge of hunger filled the heated kiss. Sylus reciprocated the kiss in the same manner, sliding his tongue against your puffed, sensitive lips and shoved his tongue through the parted opening.

You moan and seek for his tongue with yours, tying the warm flesh around yours, sucking and practically eating him alive, like he was an icecream cone on the verge of melting any second.

Sylus grabbed onto the sides of your head and pulled you away, catching his breath and stared at you with a new emotion filled in his eyes, something you didn't know you could see with a ghost.

“Why are you pulling away?” you tease, finding his lips again, watching his breath get ragged by the second, needy lips that want to push away so bad, kiss you back with the same hunger you had.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asked between kisses, sinking himself deeper and deeper inside your mouth, savoring you like this was the last time he’s going to have you, and that was true. You were going to get him out no matter what.

“I’m sure. Now cooperate will you?”

Sylus chuckled in response and raised his hands in mock surrender, letting you get to work. His eyes lower down to your confident figure, watching intently as you stumble your fingers on his chest, skimming down before reaching his light spiked happy trail.

“If you want me out that bad, slow down.” he muttered, sliding his fingers through your damped hair, lifting your head to look down at you, a glint of approval filled in his eyes, waiting for you to agree.

And in a grumble you hesitantly agree, lowering your fingers slowly, savouring the moment.

Your fingers slide against his hard cock, digits wrapping around his leaking head, slowly stroking him as you stare into his eyes. You watched his reaction intently, watching as he squirmed and held back any loud noises as your fingers worked so well on him.

But his reaction just made you feel more confident. Confident enough that you could play with him like a worn out toy that needs to be used one more time before it gets thrown out. You pump your fist quicker and quicker, tightening your fingers around him.

Pre slicked down his cock, gliding against your fingers and Sylus’ noises just grew louder and louder, his breath hitching as he tried to chant his release but your fingers were blinding him from doing so.

He bucked his hips up, riding himself against you before a whimper slipped out of his lips, following with a plea that sounded like he was going to explode any second now.

“What is it?” you coo, stroking him one final time before he came undone, spurs of his mixture pool out of him and slides down to your hand. You stare at the mixture coating your hand and chuckle before leaning back and grabbing tissues to clean you up.

The air room felt suffocating by the second, you could feel the heat radiate off of you and Sylus. A mixture of warmth and coolness surrounded the two of you, making you draw yourself closer to him, wanting to feel more of him.

“Surprised that, that didn't take you out.” you mutter, pressing yourself against his cock, slowly riding yourself against him, feeling his wet, warm cock slide against your pants, leaking mixture seeking their way onto you.

“Exactly. You won’t take me out like this,” he grinned, grabbing onto your hips and throwing you beneath him. A surprised yelp escaped your lips and you cling your legs around him, one of his hands lowering on your body, sliding your pants down in a swift movement.

“Do you really believe some guide you found online?” He asked.

“Well if i found the ghost–ngh yes, I’d believe it?!”

Sylus smirks and slides your panties off, pressing his fingers against your clit, rubbing the sensitive area before a finger glides lower, sinking in your dripping cunt. He pushed his fingers deeper and deeper, digits fucking you, making you stutter.

Broken moans left your lips when you tried reasoning to why you were testing out the guide, but it was impossible to even speak when you felt his finger– wait– another finger slid into you and you arch your back in pleasure, burying your face in your palms feeling the cold fingers pump in and out of you.

“You’re so naive, sweetie.”

His other hands stayed held onto your hips as he continued stretching and prepping you. A shaky moan left your lips as you rolled your hips against his hand, seeking for more of his touch. But instead of giving you more, he pulls away, cupping onto your knees and spreading your legs apart.

“You want me gone right? So are you sure you want this?” he asked, eyeing down at you with a menacing glare. But you only nod in response, spreading your legs further apart, creeping yourself closer to him.

“I want it and you, gone.”

“So confident, don't you think?” he chuckled

“I’ll be willing to do anything to get a gho–ohh–”

Before you even got to finish speaking, Sylus already had his cock shoved deep inside you, his pace at a slow tempo before suddenly quickening faster and faster, brutal thrusts making contact with your sensitive spots, Sylus was practically destroying you.

You could feel him twitch inside you, catching his breath at every thrust, he was close. You flutter around him, clamming your legs around his hips, tightening yourself around him. Your hands made their way to his shoulders, nails clawing on his skin, draaggingg down on it, leaving marks.

“Willing to do anything?” he asked, leaning in closer, peppering kisses along your face. And you nod, nod repeatedly until it felt like your head was going to fall out, but Sylus only laughed at your face and continued to mindlessly pound into you.

“What will you do if I don't disappear after this?”

You gulp up the lewd words you were going to say, yanking your head back as pleasure was the only thing rushing through you. The feeling of his pulsating cock beating against your walls made you too much in a daze to even answer.

What would you do? You had no idea.

“I- don't..”

Your fingers fall off his shoulders and plop on the bed, gripping on the sheets tightly, as you ride out your orgasm. A victorious grin appeared on Sylus’ lips and he pulled away, staring at the mess dripping down your pussy and his cock.

But without wasting a second, he continued to ram into you with a more desperate pace, feeling every curve if you, letting you eat up every inch of him. He yanked his head back driving himself deeper inside you. Sylus' body shuddered as his grip remained tighter, trying to hold back his release.

“Could I stay with you if i don’t disappear?” he asked, thumbs grazing against your bulged belly, lightly pressing on it to go get a reaction out of you.

You moan in surprise and place your hands on his, gripping onto it like he was the only thing holding you back from crumbling beneath him. Sylus continued to tease you, still pressing you and playing with you until he finished.

But the second your fingers glide from his arms to his chest a spark of shock glinted in those dull ruby eyes, he started at you, trying to hold himself back but couldn’t when you were toying with him like that.

“Fuck…"

A twisted smile appeared on your lips and you continue to play with his chest, sliding the warm fingertips along his pecs. But when your fingers pressed on the middle of his chest again, Sylus bit his lip and stared at you through teary eyes, sighing heavily trying to gain his composure again.

“What…” Your eyes widened and you stare at the pooling mess beneath you, panting heavily before staring back up at Sylus who seemed to still be in front of you.

“Why..arent?” you breathe, catching your breath as you slowly got up, your legs and back aching at every inch you raised yourself.

“Did you read step number two?” he asked, carefully lifting you up and heading over to the bathroom.

“Agh, what was it again..”

“Make sure your house is sprayed with holy water.”

Your eyes widened and you quickly grab your phone, opening the guide and fuck.

9. I hope the ghost disappeared! If it didn't, refer back to step two okay? ;3

-- Guide Made by: applesgoboom

“Where do I get some?”

“Don’t you have it in your drawer?” Sylus asked, heading to your drawer and picked out a clear bottle with liquid filled inside it.

“Yes! Give me and we’ll start this all over again!” you pant, reaching for the bottle in his hands but this idiot decided to fuck with you even more and–

splash!

“Seriously?”

“Oh well, guess we’ll have to stay together forever.”

---

“I’d like a bottle of holy water.” You whisper to the violet eyed man in front of you, checking your surroundings before looking back at him.

“Holy water? What for?” He asked, ducking down at his counter, digging his hand through the drawer and trying to find a bottle.

“I need a ghost out of my house.”

“Ah…” he chuckled, raising up from the ground, empty handed.

“Looks like we’re out!”

You stare at him with an annoyed look and glance down at his name tag.

’Caleb :D’

Fuck you, Caleb.

part 11 of untamed desires | sylus -> next work

[dolllnini]

what about a titfucking with mingi req? 🫦

now this got me wilding ngl. hope you enjoy !! <3

warnings: smut MDNI, titfucking obv, mentions of period, mingi is whiny n desperate, tiny bits of oral & handjob, cum tasting, cumshot. lmk if i forgot anything!!

"Baby please, i'll make it quick." your boyfriend whined for the at least 10th time that day, his hand tugging your arm and a pout glued to his face.

You couldn't explain yourself how Mingi was always the neediest when you were on that time of the month. It almost looked like he was the one ovulating.

"Mingi, i said i can't, you have a hand– two actually. You can do a lot of things." you objected, still curled up in your bed and trying to find a position that could make your cramps less painful.

"But it's not the same!" he plopped down beside you, the bed jumping a little.

He sounded like a little kid. A six feet tall kid with an insanely deep voice. It was already a good thing he wasn't stomping his feet on the floor and crying.

As he spooned you, his arms around your waist and big hands splayed over your aching stomach, you could feel his rock hard boner pressing against the back of your thigh. That shit must hurt.

"Baby, i really wish i could help you, but i'm in too much pain right now." you apologized, managing to turn around to face him. His pupils were dilated enough to tell he was really horny. You kind of felt sorry for him, that pout on his lips only made you want to kiss it off his face.

And that's exactly what you did, you cupped his face and pressed your lips against his, immediately hearing him hum and moan into the kiss, his hands moving to your ass to squeeze it harshly; you giggled at the way his hardness twitched slightly against your thigh.

As you parted, he wasted no time and moved to your jaw, neck, collarbone, leaving a trail of kisses and spit until he ended up with his head buried between your breasts, nose pressed firmly against your sternum and lips kissing every inch of exposed skin on your chest.

"Baby.. can i at least see you?" He whispered, his voice muffled as he looked up at you, his eyes big and pleading. You felt his smirk on your skin as you nodded, his hands rushing from your ass to your front, pushing the fabric of your top up to reveal your tits, a deep groan leaving his throat at the sight of your hardened nipples. A low "fuck" escaped from him before he leaned down and began covering one of your tits with kisses, tongue sucking and lapping at your nipple; then he moved to the other, reserving it the same treatment, desperate moans and whimpers leaving his mouth during the whole process.

"Shit babe i'm so hard it hurts." he whined against your skin, his hips twitching uncomfortably. You grabbed his hair and pulled him away from your chest, forcing him to look up at you. As he whined again, you looked down at his crotch, not really surprised by the tent on his pants that were threatening to rip open at some point.

But before he could dive into your tits again, an idea popped to your mind.

"Mingi, baby take those off." you said, your voice breathy as you pressed your knee between his legs teasingly.

While he hastily tugged his sweats off along with his boxers, you completely pulled off your top, tossing it on the side of the bed.

"C'mere." you laid on your back, bringing your hands to your own boobs, squeezing them and gesturing your boyfriend to come straddle your chest. You saw his cock twitch and jump against his abdomen as he realized your intentions, precum leaking from the tip.

He quickly did as you told him, his thighs now on each side of your chest and his rock hard dick pulsating shamelessly in front of your face. You looked up at him, eyes locked with his as you took his lenght in your hand, giving it a few slow pumps and feeling it twitch in your hand, a few droplets of precum running down his shaft and your hand.

"S-shit babe please." he breathed out, his hips bucking slightly forwards. You looked up at him with big doe eyes as you darted your tongue out, reaching for his angry, aching tip to lap at the precum that was dripping from it.

"Y-you're so– fuck, s-so pretty, shit." he groaned, looking down at you with his cheeks painted red and his big hand reaching up to move his hair away from his face.

"You like this, baby?" you asked innocently, pulling off his cock to spit on your hand, bringing it back to stroke him faster and smear your spit all over his lenght, lubing it up.

As he frantically nodded, you pulled your hand away from him and brought both your palms to your tits, kneading them and pushing them together invitingly.

"C'mon babe?" you looked up at him, his fucked out gaze sending waves of arousal straight to your core.

He positioned his cock between your breasts, whimpering as you wrapped them around it, his hips immediately starting to move back and forth, eyes closed shut and lip stuck between his teeth.

"G-goddamn it." he hissed, deep groans and pants coming out his throat as his dick slid in and out the space between your tits fervently.

"Mingi, look at me." you whispered, releasing little high-pitched moans to tease him and help him reach his high faster.

He slowly opened his eyes and looked down at you, his face flushed and eyes almost watering from the pleasure. His lips parted to say something, but his words were choked down by a deep grunt as you squeezed your tits tighter around his throbbing lenght.

"Y-you're fucking perfect." he moved his hands to your boobs, pulling your hands away from them to replace them with his own, groping the flesh harshly as he kept thrusting his cock between the two soft mounds.

"Are you gonna cum baby?" you cooed, your now free hands moving to his toned thighs, caressing them softly as you enjoyed the view above your head.

"Shit, y-yes i'm gonna– fuck, i'm gonna cum." he whimpered, head falling backwards as his hips bucked wildly, precum smearing all over the skin of your neck and cleavage.

You giggled, tongue slipping out to give soft kitten licks at his tip each time it poked out near your chin.

"You're gonna be the fucking death of me." he growled, his thrusts turning erratic as a loud series of whimpers left his throat, turning into soft cries as he finally reached his peak, his hips stilling as string after string of white shooted out and coated the skin of your chest and chin.

You watched as his chest heaved with every breath, his hips moving ever so slightly to remain on his high as long as possible, his head thrown backwards to expose his neck, some hickey marks still printed on his skin after a few days.

You scooped the cum that landed on your chin with your thumb, bringing it to your lips and wrapping them against your digit, tasting the sweet flavor of him with a teasing smirk.

"Naughty girl."

He pulled back, his cock now resting against your stomach as he almost collapsed onto you.

"Fuck." he huffed out, reaching out to press a kiss on your lips. "Thank you, baby."

"You're going to return the favor once i stop bleeding everywhere." you warned, arms wrapping around his neck and melting into his warmth.

"Oh baby i'll do it so good you'll be jealous of my abilities." he teased, his hands sliding down to caress your bare sides and landing on your waist, wrapping around it perfectly. His eyes wandered all over your body, gaze fixating on your perky buds once again.

"You know what i think everytime i get this sight in front of my eyes?" he asked, fingertips playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts.

"Yeah?"

"I really must be the fucking luckiest man on earth right now."

[coqvttes]

୨୧― KINKTOBER: ❝DOLLED UP!❞ ― CARLOS O.

― ꒰ CORRUPTION ✰ KINKTOBER M.LIST ꒱ ―

୨୧˚ synopsis: after making you wait nearly two months to lose your virginity, you surprise him in lingerie that you know he can't resist corrupting you in.

୨୧˚ warnings: nsfw 16+ only, virginity loss, lingerie, p in v, petnames, fem!reader, sub!reader, dom!carlos, creampie, teasing, fingering, spitting, some aftercare, lmk if i forgot anything!

୨୧˚ wc: 2k (my bad lol this is not proof-read)

its been nearly two months since you've been with carlos. everything has been wonderful, but the only problem is that you're a virgin, and he still hasn't fucked you yet. you know he is the one, but you just can't bring yourself to ask him properly. you've hinted at him, but he brushes it off. he just doesn't want to make you feel like he's forcing it on you because you're not ready. being faint-hearted didn't help either; you were too shy to ask him, and you've had to make do with what he'd give you. lingering touches, messy kisses, and filthy words that all but led to nothing. he'd claim it was too early or that you weren't ready yet, and you'd just nod, too meek to protest.

but now, you don't think you can wait any longer as you plop down on your bed, your eyes boring into the ceiling. you turn your head to the side, and your gaze averts to the pretty white lacey lingerie set sitting on your duvet that you had bought just for carlos. a little surprise for him. but you'd never had the chance to wear it for him because you weren't ready? well, now you are, so you pick up your phone to dial his number, and he picks up after a couple rings.

"carlossss, can you over? pleeeease?" you whine, lying on your tummy on your soft bed. you kick your feet up on the bed as you plead with him. you can hear his smile as he speaks.

"sure, baby, what's up?" you heart aches as you hear his gruff voice from the other side of the phone. gosh, you're so needy, you start to feel wet from just hearing him.

"mmm, nothing, just miss you and i wanna show you something.." you know, if you tell him your true intentions, he'll probably protest.

"show me something, huh? you’re so cute. what have you been up to too, hm, princess?" he teases, completely oblivious to your little surprise waiting for him. you let out a soft, mischievous giggle.

"it's a surprise! you have to come over to see ittt."

"alright alright, i'll see you in 30? try not to miss me too much, hm? i know it's hard," he chuckles, and you can't help but grin and roll your eyes.

"don't be too long."

— ୨୧ —

it's been around 20 minutes, and you're all dolled up in the set, kneeling on the bed, anxiously waiting for him. your eyes are trained on the doorway, excitement coursing through your body. you wonder how he'll react and what he'll say. you're snapped out of your thoughts as you hear the front door open, and you recognize his heavy footsteps as he makes his way to your bedroom.

as the door swings open, his breath hitches, and he freezes at the doorway of the bedroom, gawking at you as you sit prettily in the middle of the bed. there you were. dolled up in a gorgeous white lacey set, barely covering anything, and you just looked so adorable in it.

“fuck, baby—“ he can’t bring himself to finish his sentence as he stares at your tits that are practically spilling out of the skimpy bra you wear. your innocent doe eyes gazing right back into his own, nervously.

“do you like it?" your voice is quiet and meek; his heart melts at your question, and he can’t even find the right words to say. you reach out a hand to him, desperate to be close to him, and he finds himself moving closer to you instinctively.

“i love it, baby. i love you,” he says, walking closer until he stands at the foot of the bed. he takes your hand and pulls you close. leaning down, he presses his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. you moan into his mouth, your other hand moving up to grasp his hair. kissing carlos always leaves you breathless. the way his lips capture yours just perfectly, the way his stubble tickles your soft face, and the way his hand slides up to cup your cheek tenderly. he pulls away from you with a smile on his face.

“i’m ready, carlos, wan’ you to make love to me." you whisper. his breath hitches at your words, and suddenly you're helping him tug his cargos down. he pulls his compression shirt over his head and drops it onto the bedroom floor. the matress dips slightly with the weight of him as he rests one knee on the bed. carlos then reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, and he slips it off of you. a shy blush adorns your face as you reveal yourself to him for the first time. he lowers his head to press gentle kisses over your tits, and you both moan in unison when his warm tongue glides over your sensitive bud. your fingers tangle in his hair, pushing him into your chest desperately.

"you're so beautiful," he says, leaning up to kiss you once more.

he grins against your lips as his hand slowly slides up your inner thigh. he then toys with the band of your lacy panties before sliding them to the side. he backs up and lowers himself on the bed so you can feel his hot breath on your glistening cunt. he leans in, and you think he's going to kiss your heat, but instead, he spits on it! bringing his rough palm to cup your wet cunt, you let out a pathetic whimper. you must be so needy for him, he thinks. he gathers up your arousal before pushing his middle and ring fingers inside you, groaning at how wet your cunt is. you feel yourself instantly weaken as his fingers enter you. from all the sensitivity that had been building up, your back arches off the bed, your head falling back into the pillows. a grin adorns his features, and as he watches your every reaction, he curls his thick fingers inside of your cunt before pumping them in and out of you in a slow rhythm, hitting the spot inside of you that makes your vision blur and your jaw hang open.

"mmm! faster!" you whine, writhing in the sheets, desperate for release.

"say please, princess."

"please!" you plead, glossy eyes gazing down at him. how could he deny you when you begged him like that? his calloused thumb gently rubs at your bud in circular motions, further stimulating you, and you feel your release wash over you in an instant, your thighs trembling violently as you mewl out his name. as you come down from your high you catch him staring at you in awe.

gosh, he's not even sure if you're really that innocent with the way you’re testing his patience right now. he's trying his hardest not to pin you down and fuck you completely dumb with the way your finger rests on your plump bottom lip. the way you rub your legs together. and the way you give him those pretty "fuck me" eyes. maybe its because you've been needing him for so long. depraved of his touch. but it doesn't matter because he loves it. and he's going to show you just how much he does.

and before you know it, he’s nudging the tip of his throbbing dick against your overstimulated, slick entrance. your mouth drops open slightly when you gasp at the stretch as he pushes his length inside your warmth. struggling cunt barely being able to swallow all of him as your grip on his muscular bicep tightens and your brows furrow. he sinks his entire length in with a low groan and notices your discomfort before he coos.

"shit, baby, it will feel good soon, i promise." you nod and he starts building up a good pace, pushing himself in and out of you sensually, grinding against your clit a few times to make you feel good.

he lifts your legs for you with his palm resting on the underside of your thighs for a better angle. the pleasure begins to replace the harsh sting of the stretch, and you try to suppress your needy moans by covering your mouth with your palm. but carlos has none of it, and he pulls away your arm, pinning it next to your head.

"let me hear you, doll."

he then makes it his mission to draw out all of your gorgeous noises by pounding into you faster and harder. as he picks up the pace, you can't bring yourself to be quiet anymore, and soon soft whimpers and mewls spill from your lips, and he swears he's never heard prettier sounds. his gaze is now fixated on the way your cunt keeps sucking him back in. what a lewd sight.

"is it too rough, sweetheart?" he asks, as he quickly remembers that this is indeed your first time, not wanting to go too hard on you because he knows it must hurt. you shake your head and slide your hand up to his cheek.

"i-i like it-" you interrupt yourself with a moan as you feel him hit a particular spot inside you that has your mind going numb. wanton moans spill from your pretty lips as his hips snap against yours; the sweat rolling down his abs makes him look like a god right now, and you just want to kiss him so badly.

"kiss me," you whimper, hands clinging to his broad shoulders for support. your needy lips beg to feel his as he lets out a soft chuckle before leaning down to press his lips to yours. he pours his passion out for you into the kiss, and you whimper into his mouth, tongues clashing against each other. when he pulls away, you find yourself breathless and your lips swollen. he continues to thrust into you, and your hands move up to grope on your soft tits, pinching and tugging at your sensitive nipples. he nearly cums at the sight and replaces your hands with one of his own, further stimulating you as you start to feel overwhelmed by the pressure in your core.

"fuck, just like that, doll," he moans, feeling his release nearing as well. your wet heat clenches around him so perfectly that the momentary feeling causes a lapse in judgement, and he whispers in the heat of the moment.

“fuck, baby, shoulda fucked you sooner. gonna ruin you so bad, doll."

as if your body responds naturally to him, your mind goes blank, and your moans grow high-pitched as you feel the entire force of your release wash over you completely. he releases his grip on your thighs, and your legs close around his waist, pulling him flush against you, keeping him close as he releases inside of you, letting out a guttural moan. he drops his head to your shoulder and litters your collarbone with gentle kisses in contrast to his rough thrusts earlier.

"didn't go too hard on ya did i? how do you feel, hm? i know i'm good," he teases, pulling out of you slowly. wow, even after fucking your brains out, he remains cocky. but you love it and you shake your head at his words.

"thank you," you breathe out. he smiles as he's reaching for his briefs before pulling them on. he caresses your cheek tenderly.

"you don't need to thank me, gorgeous," he chuckles lightly before dissappearing into the bathroom and returning to you with a cloth.

"mm i love youuu," you say as he begins to clean you up, slipping off your panties and wiping you down with the slightly damp cloth.

"love you too, pretty girl," he says before snatching your slick-covered panties from the duvet and stuffing them in his pocket.

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[sink-me-in-your-ocean]

𝔊𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℌ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔬𝔫𝔰 II

How would the Ghouls & Copia manhandle you when you’re being naughty?

Prompt by the illustrious @endhisbloodlineinmyesophagus

NSFW/Suggestive below the cut.

Copia:

At first, he doesn’t realize why you’re doing what you’re doing

But then he puts the pieces together, and it makes his hands twitch

He makes you lay across his knees, never needing to ask more than once

He’s going to spank you with his gloved hands

He makes you count each one

“How many was that?”

“Five.” 

“You’re not counting properly, either that or you’re lying intentionally. I have no idea why you’d do such a thing.”

“I’d never say less with the intention of you giving me more on purpose.”

“I’m beginning to think these punishments aren’t working on you anymore, amore. Let’s try something else...”

-

Swiss:

Won’t hesitate to put you on a leash when you step out of line

When a leash won’t work he’ll resort to other methods

Ties. You. Down.

He will step back to admire his handiwork on you, after a moment of staring he forgets your transgressions because of how good you look tied up

He’s lost in the sauce

“Sweet fucking hells, you’ve never looked better.”

The gag in your mouth keeps you from speaking.

“Remind me, what were you doing that was so bad earlier?”

“Hrmph - ” The sound was muffled.

“Shhh, don’t talk with your mouth full. Now just stay right there.”

-

Phantom:

When you act up, it flips a switch in his brain

Picks you up with ease from the side, lifting you bridal style into his arms

The tightness of his grip on you speaks volumes to his possessiveness 

He scans for an unoccupied room, hells, even a dark corner to take you

He needs you immediately and he knows you need him just as badly

“Oh you’ve done it now, you’ve got my attention, so let’s go.”

“Phantom, slow down!”

“No. You fired me up now you can bring me back down.” He sets you down once you’re behind closed doors. “On your fucking knees.”

You kneel in front of him, eager to please him after misbehaving.

“Oh fuck, yes, such a good girl, just like that.”

-

Dewdrop/Sodo:

Misbehaving is a broad term to this ghoul, in fact, he likes when you’re naughty

Except when you give any attention to his brothers

Now that is a sure-fire way to pour gasoline on his flames

He comes up behind you when you least expect it (see where this is going?)

His long fingers wrap around your throat, pressing intentionally on your arteries, your head swooning in seconds

“Don’t go all limp on me yet.”

“But, Dew -” you whimper.

“Come on, you know exactly what you do to me. It was intentional, wasn’t it?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Now I’m going to be very intentional with you. I’m not letting you out of my sight the rest of the night.”

-

Rain:

He has infinite patience, at least until you vex him

And boy howdy, once you’ve crossed that bridge you’d better be prepared

There’s a determined look in his eye as he stalks towards you

He grabs your wrist, and even if you try to pull away, it’s impossible, his grip strength is too much

He drags you with him through the nearest corridor to a quiet space

“You’re going to be nice and quiet now for me.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Then I’ll make you.”

His hand clamps over your lips shockingly fast, leaving you a thin line to breathe from your nose.

“I love seeing you get a taste of your own medicine. Don’t like it when I match your energy? Don’t misbehave.”

-

Mountain:

Sits and watches stoically as you make a fool out of yourself 

Doesn’t need to say anything

Doesn’t need to do anything, but he does

He easily scoops you up, throwing you over his shoulder

He could spank you from here, but he prefers his partner underneath him (If you know what I mean)

“You do have to do all of that to get my attention, you know.” He plops you on his bed, climbing on top of you.

“I know, but maybe I’m looking for bad attention.”

“Yeah?”

You whine and writhe underneath him as he smacks (not hard) the thickness of your outer thigh.

“That’s what you want? Just ask next time, little villainess.”

-

Just da bois this time, but if you’d like me to include the ghoulettes pls just comment, I’m happy to oblige a fellow ghoulette lover! ( *︾▽︾)

Ghoulette Version Here!

[droaxa]

ooouuuuu please give us more nerd boy, he's just too cute for his own good 🤲🤲🤲

tags: nerd x reader pt. 2

warnings: insecurity (on nerd's part), fluff!

a/n: hey guys! i’m back after a long due break and im finally ready to write something cute 😋 hope you guys enjoy!!

After a few stressful exams, your finals season was almost coming to an end. Well, it would have been if not for that pesky biology exam, the very last one left for you to knock down before you could kick back and truly relax for winter break.

That is how you ended up frazzled, sitting at your cluttered desk. Mountains of worksheets and notes are spread across the desk for easy accessibility and your computer is sitting on top of it all, a video explaining a difficult subject and how to approach problems that may confuse you. However, even with all these resources you were still frustrated, you'd been sitting here for how long? Almost 2 hours and the concept was still just out of reach for you.

You huffed and pushed yourself off your well-loved swivel chair, opting to plop down onto your welcoming bed for a deserved break. Ending up on your phone, you called Nerd, asking him to come over. 'It's a double whammy' you thought, 'I can finally see him again and get this ridiculous topic over. Ugh, he's so smart. You groaned in both envy and admiration, how could someone be so intelligent and adorable?

Less than 15 minutes later you heard a soft knock on your door, there was only one person who knocked like they would hurt the door if they did it any harder. Jumping up on your feet you borderline ran to the door, quickly fixing your hair before you swung it open with the same bright smile you always greet him with. And wow. Did he look good.

His usual glasses were perched on his handsome features, but other than that everything else was different. His usually messy hair was somewhat pushed back, more in a hurry than anything intentional it seemed. Dark grey sweats and a black shirt that hugged his figure so well were his outfit this time around, you could see his expensive-looking watch peeking out of his sweatpant pocket where his hand was situated. He ditched his hoodie this time around and you got a good view of his lean muscle, a body built from discipline as it seemed.

If it wasn't for the sheepish smile on his face you would've thought this was a totally different person, not your Nerd. You invite him in, complementing his appearance with a playful punch as you walk him to your room, he hides his warm face by pretending to cough but you can see his smile peak out under his arm. Cute. You lead him in and pull up another chair next to yours, however, you notice his arms: goosebumps litter the entirety of it.

"You want a hoodie? You look cold" you ask, a little concern discernable in your voice.

He looks up, clearly embarrassed, "I'd really appreciate that yeah"

You shoot him a quick smile and dig through your closet to find a hoodie that would fit him. Aw, he was so cute, did he want to show off to you? After your search, the only item of clothing you could find for him was your ex's hoodie. Huh, that was weird, you could've sworn you had gotten rid of this. You shrug off the feeling and bring out the hoodie for him, only to find him concentrated on your notes.

Eyebrows furrowed, head resting on his hand, his other arm resting on the table. You sneak up behind him and whisper a quiet 'boo' in his ear, making him yelp and turn around only for him to find you giggling.

"Got the hoodie" you announced, holding the article out in front of you as if proof.

"Oh thanks, that's- wait. Is that your dad's?" He instantly recognized the hoodie, it was a men's and totally out of your style range. So, who did it belong to?

You shake your head no and he inquires further.

"Brother or maybe like... cousin?"

Again you shake your head no, "Nope, it's an ex's. Thought I got rid of it, guess not"

Almost immediately after you said 'ex', Nerd's face soured. "Oh- um ok." You could almost hear the insecurity in his voice as he processed that you still kept items that your past lovers had given you.

You immediately recognized his tone and chucked the hoodie out of sight, opting to sit on the desk in front of him instead. He looked up at you, puppy dog eyes turned up to the max and a delicious pout on his downturned lips. You could devour him right here. You reached out for his face and held his cheek in your right hand, he immediately leaned into the gentle touch desperate for comfort. You gave him a soft smile and stroked his face with your thumb while still holding his cheek.

"I swear I meant to throw it out forever ago, honest" You offered.

He just sighed and looked down at his hands, "It's not you, I just- You've experienced all these firsts, all these special moments with someone else. I guess I'm just afraid that I won't be able to impress you and I'll end up being just another guy in your past."

As he lets out his inner feelings, you stare at his downturned face, a cluster of different emotions inside you. "Look at me," You say in a gentle tone and he finally looks up, eyes irritated from holding back tears. Your gaze softens further and you take his whole face into your hands, "It doesn't matter how many experiences I have, the best ones I've ever had were with you. Not my ex, not anyone else, you. You're the best I've ever had, even if you don't think you are, you are to me."

He finally fully meets your eyes, "You.. mean that?" You just nod, a soft smile on your visage. He looked like his breath was stolen from his lungs and he could only muster a small smile. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned upwards toward your face, his intentions clear. You met him halfway, soft lips rushing to yours as your hands wandered into his hair. After a drawn-out yet sweet kiss, you slid down, off the desk, and onto his lap to get closer to him.

After a few more heated kisses you pulled away from each other and the smile returned to his face, no it was more of a grin. "Whatever did I do in a past life to deserve you" he wondered out loud, seemingly captivated by you. "I could say the same" you shot back playfully, hands still on the back of his head. He pulled you closer, keeping you nestled on his lap and against his chest. You felt his heartbeat, fast.

This guy had to be your soulmate.