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[fawnchives]

matt sturniolo core.

[nonuify]

ᝰ.ᐟ 🌟 — SVT ; ! their favorite place to fuck

nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+.

CHOI SEUNGCHEOL ;

bedroom : don’t get me wrong the man will fuck you anywhere, anytime he just likes it better when you guys fuck in the bedroom he thinks it is a sacred & special place to make love in, ps he breaks the bed all the time .

YOO JEONGHAN ;

couch : erm it’s canon that when your a brat he fucks you dumb on the couch making sure all the globs of cum are smeared all over it, man he loves when he fuck your ass on the couch, pushing your sweet little face on the soft fabric of the seating area.

HONG JISOO ;

kitchen : something about josh fucking you in the kitchen, speaks to him like imagine you cooking or baking anything then him coming wrap his arms around your waist then boom! he bent you over the counter pounding his cock into you.

WEN JUNHUI ;

bedroom : like cheol he’s a romantic I really think he enjoys his lewd actions staying in the bedroom, the privacy of you & him being in there makes him comfortable, but also the thought of him fucking you silly there while no one can hear makes him giddy we all know he ties you up there 🫨.

KWAN SOONYOUNG ;

dance studio : this is canon I fear, like him being stressed over a dance then when practice is over, he comes & fucks his stress into you, lowkey a mirror kink watching him fucking you infront of the reflection of the proactive poses you guys did.

JEON WONWOO ;

anywhere : yall know my man when he’s needy he is needy, he does not care where & when, when he wants you he’ll fuck you hard, in the car? in the house? pre-concert? he will happily stretch your cunt out & make you scream his name till it’s the only thing you can say.

LEE JIHOON ;

studio : we all say in unison when I say this, he’ll fuck, cockwarm, love make anything in the studio man will record yours & his’s moans, showing you how good he makes you feel for later, uji absolutely loves fucking you in his studio it’s his favorite place for sure.

LEE SEOKMIN ;

bedroom : lol like many I think he enjoys privacy between the two of you, he is an old timer a lil thinking intimacy should only be in the bedroom in my eyes honestly but he also liked bathroom sex if he’s really needy.

KIM MINGYU ;

the car : idk but he seems so into fucking you in the car till it’s shaking with each snap of his hips, like??? he will not waste anytime he will either fuck you on his lap or in the backseat till the car is fogged up & your a moaning mess.

XU MINGHAO ;

bathtub : like imagine roses all over the bathtub with two glasses of the finest red wine & he’ll fuck you so lovingly & romantically you’d cry from pleasure & intimacy, he makes sure that you have a good time.

BOO SEUNGKWAN ;

movies : he’s cheeky wether it’s in a cinema or watching a movie with the members or whatever he’ll fuck ya real good & sneaky coz it’s just him ksnejwbwjbesb.

CHWE HANSOL ;

home : he likes to fuck you in home in the kitchen or bedroom or bathroom or pool he does not care he will fuck you so hard & good into next week as long as it’s in home.

LEE CHAN ;

anywhere : like wonwoo when he’s really horny he will not keep it in his pants he will take you anywhere he doesn’t care nether do you, you guys will fuck like rabbits in heat as long as his cock is in you.

! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ thank you for reading >ᴗ< !!

[malusokay]

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[yumeboshi]

𝜗𝜚。．．❛ #02. XXX!

𐙚 topic。．hcs of random things that turn on hsr men

．。𝜗𝜚 cw。suggestive content, i wrote this with no brain, MINORS DNI

．。𝜗𝜚 a/n。aven, sunday, and blade. I wanna write for my bootyhill but i need to study him more to get a grip of him lol

#AྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིVENTURINE ⇢ rebuking his argument in a fight

。i js know he would go crazy when you do this 。he’d find people who just agree with him as boring. To him it may look even insincere 。but you? countering his smartly crafted arguments with irresistible logic with your pretty brain, glaring at him as you do with those adorable eyes? 。this man would go from being mad to being horny. tbh he would have probably already been horny in the argument 。nobody can be more masochistic than he is

“ARE YOU STUPID?” You glare at your boyfriend who looks nonchalant as he idly examines the coin between his fingers. “Fucking look at me. Do you know what happens when you join forces with them? You’re just risking the IPC and it will eventually lead to your unfortunate befall.”

You continue barreling on furiously with concrete points. Every time you prove him wrong, his eyes dance and he tries his hardest to bite back the grin that plays at his lips as you rant on. You are so perfect, he thinks- he is nonetheless impressed at you, your wondrous little brain. Something snaps inside of him when he sees you focused on derailing his points, your lips moving quickly to spit out syllables. He feels a loud moan caught in his throat.

“I get it, I’m sorry, princess, I won’t do it.” he suddenly surrenders and you eye him suspiciously as he advances, hands sneaking up to your back. “Let’s talk this out in bed, ‘m gonna apologize to you there.” He says softly, giving you lovely kisses along your neck but the way his fingers dig into your skin lets you know he’s not going to wait any longer.

And you will be confused as hell, because although you did win the argument, you feel like you just lost something else, a hidden little game he never taught you the rules to.

#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY ⇢ whipped cream on your lips

。hear me out… i have a gut feeling he likes it a little too much 。ik it’s totally random but he will go nuts when he sees you bite down a particularly creamy cake that promptly smears its remains over your mouth- he tries to think of something more dignified, but he just can’t. His poor brain keeps returning to the most vulgar visuals of you. 。he will always point out whatever you had near your mouth when you two eat, because he’s such a clean freak, but anything with cream, specifically white whipped cream, he will be unable to comment on it and fall weirdly silent to he point you are confused why you not hear his scolding to wipe your mouth. 。he’ll just watch you eat dessert with a smile on your face as you savor the taste innocently. Unfortunately his brain is not, and he will start to feel his cock struggle under the you. 。”you have cream over your mouth, sweetheart. should i clean it for you?” he’ll sound restrained, like he’s being choked but his expression doesn’t waver. 。and after he found out his new obsession, he will literally only buy you huge whipped cream cakes for dessert.

“THE CAKE HERE IS SO GOOD.” You savor the taste happily and dig into the whipped cream cake and eat without much care. “Where’s it from?”

Sunday is too busy staring at you to register that. The creamy ring around your pink lips. It bothers him in a bad way. It’s making him feel like he is out of breath. His wings flicker wildly like a cooling fan, trying to blow off the heat that suddenly started to build inside his stomach like a raging primal flame that’s trapped by his own conscience.

You tap his shoulder gently and he snaps back to reality and tries to stare at your eyes instead, yes, lovely eyes, he thinks- your words phase in and out as he gulps, darting his eyes back to the cake.

“…the brand? The cake brand?” You ask again, frowning at his silence.

“Ah, yes, sorry, sweetheart. I was thinking of something else for a moment.” He breathlessly apologizes, the words spilling out a little too quickly like an excuse that makes your frown deepen in confusion— he closes his eyes and opens them again so the heat will ebb away. But his plans are obliterated when you take a portion of the cake and eat it, all while looking at him in the eye with curious doe eyes.

That’s when he can’t restrain himself anymore. He suddenly seizes your chin with his gloved hand, making you squeal in surprise when he practically devours your lips, licking up the cream residue around them roughly before shoving it inside your mouth with his tongue. The sweet cream melts when it gets to your mouth, mixing with his saliva that dips down your chin to make messy thick lines.

“It was from a shop at Golden Hour. I hope you like the taste,” he’d say as if he didn’t just feast on your mouth like a starved beast. “Me personally, i think it’s a tad too sweet.”

#BྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིLADE ⇢ treating his wounds

。it’s ironic because Blade doesn’t want to be healed at all 。but how could he refuse you you’re frantically at his door with an emergency kit, worry written all over you- you are like a cute puppy that keeps following him around. 。he lets you do it reluctantly at first, grumbling about it inwardly 。but when you lift up his shirt with no hesitation to put gauze to soak in the blood, his muscles tense visibly, when your touch ghosts over his skin like tiny little lilies blooming in their wake. 。what have you done to him? He feels nothing but tension and something he didn’t want to register, something a little too pleasant to him. 。and at some point he will actually look forward to having his would treated by you. He still likes pain, but he likes your touch drifting over his bruised skin like an innocent butterfly way more.

“DOES IT HURT?” You softly pat the ointment around another fresh scar on his broad chest. It pains you to see that most of the scars are near his heart. You sigh like a worried mother. “You worry me.”

“I enjoy it,” he grunts in response, but his brain ran a quick recap. Enjoy what? The pain? Or your smooth touch?

“Stay still,” you say, and he does, as you carefully squeeze in another ointment into an ugly looking scar. His eyes never leave you the whole time, his muscles tense at the pain but otherwise he’s relaxed. His intimidating stare makes you scared a little, considering this mysterious man didn’t speak his mind often.

“I think that’s it,” you say, quickly trying to lower Blade’s shirt back- but the man grabs your wrist mid-action. You jump, confused. His eyes are unreadable but he states, “You’re not done.”

you frown in puzzlement. “I double-checked, im pretty sure I didn’t miss a spot.”

He lifts his shirt up and with his bandaged finger, cuts open the scar you just treated for him, making it ooze another layer of fresh blood around the dried wound. His lips form a rare smirk as he looks at your wide-eyed stare.

“There, you have a new wound to work on.”

He will do that until you are out of ointment, and the next day he will come visit you first this time with another set of fresh scars.

[cosmicanakin]

Satiated Desire.

Part 2 to 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒!

adult content | minors do NOT interact.

Pairing. Dean Winchester x Female Reader.

Outline. You help Dean find relief after the intense hunt.

Warning(s). Smut, P in V (use protection yall - better safe than sorry!!!), Dirty Talk, Use of Pet Names, Oral Sex (F Receiving) Exhibitionism, Semi Public Sex, Strong Language, and Praise Kink.

Word Count. 1285

Author's Note. As promised, here's part two! I like this one a lot actually <3 so I hope you do too :) I'm missing Dean & Supernatural like crazy right now, which is why I'm rewatching it again - but to also mend my broken heart. Thanks to whatever the hell season fifteen was. Lolll. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Cause I know I did. Xoxo. 💗

The moment the hunt was over, Dean was all over you, his strong hands grabbing your waist and pulling you close. You could feel the urgency in his touch, the barely contained desperation radiating off of him in waves.

“Y/N,” he breathed, his voice was rough with barely restrained desire. “I need you, now.”

You felt a shiver of anticipation run down your spine at the intensity in his tone. Wordlessly, you nodded, your own hands gripping the front of his shirt as he began to steer you toward the nearest private space he could find.

It didn’t take long before you found yourself pressed up against the wall of an abandoned warehouse, Dean’s body flush against yours, his lips crashing hungrily against your own. The kiss was searing, filled with a primal need that left you breathless and aching for more.

Dean’s hands roamed your body, mapping every curve and dip with a reverence that had your head spinning. You arched into his touch, your own fingers tangling in his hair as you eagerly reciprocated the kiss.

When you finally broke apart, both of you panting heavily, Dean’s eyes were dark with desire. “Shit, baby,” he growled, his hips grinding against yours in a slow, sensual rhythm. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

You let out a soft whimper, your nails dragging lightly down the strong planes of his back. “Then what are you waiting for, Dean?” you cajole, as you gaze up at him through your lashes. “I’m waiting...”

That was apparently all the encouragement Dean needed. In one swift motion, he swept you up into his arms, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he carried you deeper into the warehouse, finally depositing you onto a sturdy table.

Your back hit the cold, hard surface with a dull thud, but you barely registered the discomfort, your entire focus solely on the man hovering above you. Dean’s hands were everywhere, tugging at your clothes, caressing your skin as if he simply couldn’t get enough of you.

You arched up into his touch, your fingers working to rid him of his shirt, desperate to feel the heat of his skin against yours. Dean helped you, shrugging out of the garment with practiced ease before diving back in, his lips trailing a scorching path down your neck.

You let out a breathy moan, your head falling back to grant him better access. Dean seemed to take that as an invitation, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh, eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Dean,” you pant, as he sucks vigorously on your exposed neck. “Please, I need you.”

He responded with a low, guttural growl, his hips grinding against yours in a way that had you rolling your eyes to the back of your head. “Soon, baby,” he grunts, his breath hot against your skin. “I’m gonna take care of you.”

True to his word, Dean’s hands made quick work of the rest of your clothes, stripping you bare before his hungry gaze. You felt a flush of self-consciousness creep up your cheeks, but the pure, unadulterated desire in his eyes quickly had it melting away.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, sweetheart,” Dean rasped, his fingers tracing the curves of your body with a reverence that left you breathless. “I can’t wait to taste you.”

Before you could even process his words, his lips were on you, hot kisses trailing down your body. You let out a sharp gasp as he reached your most sensitive place, his tongue darting out to tease and caress in a way that had your toes curling in pleasure.

Dean seemed to revel in your reactions, his ministrations growing more intense, more relentless, as he worked you closer and closer to the edge. You writhed beneath him, your fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on.

“Dean, oh God, fuck,” you pant again, letting out a high-pitched moan. “I’m so close, please, don’t stop.”

He growled in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through you. With a final, well-placed flick of his tongue, you unraveled, your body trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy washed over you.

Dean worked you through it, his hands holding your hips in a vice-like grip as he lapped up every last drop of your release. When you finally began to come down, he pressed a soft, tender kiss to your inner thigh, his eyes shining with a mix of pride and unbridled lust.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he groans. “You taste even better than I imagined.”

You let out a breathless chuckle, your fingers tracing over the sharp lines of his jaw. “Well, don’t keep me in suspense, Winchester,” you purred, your tone dripping with invitation. “Show me what else you’ve got.”

Dean’s eyes darkened, a predatory grin spreading across his face. “Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he growled, surging forward to capture your lips in a searing kiss.

You melted into him, your bodies tangling together as the kiss deepened. You could taste yourself on his tongue, and the knowledge only served to stoke the flames of your desire higher.

When you finally broke apart, both of you panting heavily, Dean wasted no time in shucking off the rest of his clothes. You drank in the sight of him, the firm, sculpted planes of his body making your mouth water with anticipation.

“Dean,” you breathed, your fingers trailing down his chest. “I need you, so bad.”

He let out a guttural groan, his hips bucking against your touch. “You already have me, baby,” he chuckles, giving your hips a light squeeze. “I’m all yours.”

With that, he positioned himself at your entrance, his eyes locked with yours as he slowly, but agonizingly, pushed inside. The sensation of him filling you up, stretching you to the point of delicious fullness, had you crying out in pure, unadulterated bliss.

Dean paused for a moment, allowing you both to savor the feeling, before beginning to move. His thrusts were deep and powerful, each one hitting that sweet spot inside you that had you seeing stars.

You clung to him, your nails digging into the firm muscles of his lower back as you met him thrust for thrust, your bodies moving in perfect harmony. The warehouse was filled with the lewd sounds of your mingled cries of pleasure and skin slapping, echoing off the bare walls.

As the familiar coil of tension began to build inside you once more, Dean leaned in, his lips brushing against your ear. “That's it, Y/N,” he growled, filthy encouraging you. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you fall apart.”

With a strangled cry, you did just that, your body trembling as the waves of your release washed over you. Dean followed closely behind, his hips stuttering as he spilled himself inside you, his forehead pressed against yours, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

For a long moment, the two of you stay entwined together, your heartbeats slowly returning to normal. Dean pressed soft kisses to your face, murmuring words of adoration and praise.

“You were amazing, sweetheart,” he whispered, his fingers tracing the curves of your body. “Absolutely fucking perfect.”

You smiled, your own hands caressing the strong lines of his shoulders. “So were you, Dean,” you responded, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “I’m glad we finally got to... take care of that problem of yours.”

Dean chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Oh, trust me, baby,” he spoke in that sexy gravelly deep voice of his, hips rolling against yours in a way that had you biting back a moan. “We’re just getting started.”

[mattscoquette]

the sound of the soft pitter pattering of the rain against your apartment window, along the occasional thunder rumble, filled the background noises while you laid in bed, wrapped in your comforter as you tried to calm yourself down from the podcast you had just watched. lately you’d been on a true crime kick, indulging in at least three episodes per night, sometimes even more. the last few you’d watched, though, had really shaken you up. the fact that there was a massive thunderstorm rolling through los angeles right now wasn’t helping either.

your room lit up from the flash of lightening, followed by a large crash of thunder that practically shook your whole building. you wrapped the covers around you tighter, as if the fabric would somehow protect you. you reached for your phone on the night stand next to you, scrolling through your recent phone calls until you landed on the familiar name. the phone rang twice before the sound of your boyfriends voice flooded your ears though the phone speaker.

“hey love, what’s going on? you good?” matt spoke, his voice sounding as if he just woke up.

“sorry, did i wake you? it’s nothing really..” you started, instantly feeling bad. you were an adult, you could sleep alone for the night.

“no no, you’re good. what’s up?” matt assured you.

“i watched a scary true crime podcast,” you admitted, laughing a bit at yourself, “can i sleep at your place tonight?”

“of course, i’m on my way right now,” he replied, the sound of him shuffling around and grabbing his keys could be heard from his end of the line.

as he promised, not even ten minutes later, matt was parked outside your apartment complex, keeping you on the phone until he saw you come outside. upon entering the car, he pulled you into his embrace, burying his face in your hair while kissing your temple. “you alright baby?” he asked you, pulling away to meet your eyes.

you nodded, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek while you buckled yourself into the passenger seat. “i am now, thanks again for coming.”

“anything for my girl.” matt smiled, placing the car into drive and bringing you back to his house.

જ⁀➴

when the two of you arrived at matt’s shared apartment, he quietly let you both in, trying not to wake up his brothers as they were sound asleep. you made your way back into matt’s bedroom, changing into a pair of his boxers and an oversized tee as he insisted you needed a new set of pajamas because the ones you were wearing had gotten a little damp from the rain. you slipped underneath his silk sheets, waiting for your boyfriend to join you in bed. sure enough, you heard the door creak open as you were met with the sight of the brunette haired boy. he padded his way over to the bed, laying down and pulling you into his chest as his hand went up to rub your back underneath your shirt.

“you feeling better sweetheart?” matt asked you, tilting his head down to get a better look at you as your tired eyes looked up to meet his gaze.

“yeah,” you replied, feeling bad about how childish you were acting over this, “could you maybe turn the tv on before we go to bed?”

“of course baby.” matt told you, leaning forward slightly as he reached for the remote, scrolling through netflix until he stopped at your favorite, ten things i hate about you. he clicked play, setting the volume low as he re-situated himself so you were snuggled into his body as your head lay in the crook of his neck. he began toying with the ends of your hair, pressing soft kisses to your head every so often, whispering sweet nothings to you.

you were barely twenty minutes into the movie, and your eyelids began to feel heavier and heavier with each blink. soon enough, your soft snores echoed throughout the room as you fell asleep entangled with matt, the podcast episode now long gone in your mind.

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[mvniro]

 . . . (🍷) ֶָ֢ 𔓘 TONIGHT BE MINE AGAIN ; a nakahara chuuya drabble. ❞

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . here ya go nonnie angel. part one of your request tho i hope you don't mind me changing your request up a bit.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ 🍷 ꒱ . . . tw ; fem!reader, ballerina!reader, angst, fluff (debatable) , exes to lovers.

chuuya preferred watching hiphop more. he listened to classical from time to time but it wasn't his first preference and the same goes for ballet. as a executive he was in many instances where he had to watch ballet with the port mafia clients of targets or even at parties etc.

he appreciated the dancers but never felt himself hooked to a performance from start to finish, until now. it may be biased of him but chuuya couldn't look away from you as you twirled on the stage with a illusion of being as light as a feather, like rain falling on the earth grounds.

he watched with awe in his eyes and accelerated heartbeats how you danced, how you twirled and did splits. if he dies now, he would die with less regrets then normal for he feels as if being blessed by an angel herself.

as soon as your performance ended, chuuya stood up and rushed towards your dressing room. no security guard being able to stop him from seeing you though they tried but were stopped by his men.

your performance tugged at his heartstrings and filled him with a fear of someone else coming in and sweeping you away in their arms, he couldn't allow that to happen.

the mafioso stopped infront of your dressing room (he had bribed someone from the staff to give him this information) and took a deep breath. he can't do this. fear and anxiety suddenly claws at his heart and makes him stand still for atleast ten minutes. as the minutes passed, the fiery passion in his eyes got dimmed by precipitation of sadness, leaving a hauntingly sad look in its place.

he stood quietly. you two broke up due to his inability to balance work and life but how was he able to balance when the ratio of the two was so uneven from the beginning?

chuuya was pulled out of his trance as you opened the door to step out, freezing as you see him standing there. your eyes slowly look over his features before slowly traveling downwards towards the bouquet of flowers he was harshly holding.

any anger in you evaporated the moment your eyes fell on chuuya nakahara. it's as if he is the rain washing away your fire of wrath. you slowly lean against the doorway, "it's been a long time."

"indeed." chuuya breathed out as he shakily raised his hands to give you the bouquet he brought for you and watched nervously as you looked surprised, slowly smiling slightly as you plucked a flower out of it to tuck it behind your ear before looking at him. the breakup, you wish you could undo it.

"i thought you were busy." you quietly tell as this is the reason for the separating factor between you two and so, it felt bitter to speak about it. chuuya felt his heart sink yet he pushed back the sorrow to lean forwards.

"i told you i would be damned if i don't attend the ballet you were literally working your ass off for." chuuya whispered, caressing the edge of the flower petals with his nail as he looked intensely at you. "whether you are mine or not." he continued.

you looked at him with conflict in your eyes, he remembered the promise and fulfilled it yet wouldn't things have been better had you two were still together?

chuuya's gloved hand grabs your cheek softly and he whispered, "free? let me take you out for the dinner i promised."

chuuya almost leaned in on instinct to kiss you like he would do whenever he showed infront of your apartment after a mission. a bouquet of flowers in one hand while he used to hold your cheek with the other as he kissed you while standing outside of your apartment, not even having the patience to enter your apartment first. but things aren't the same now and so cuuuya stopped from leaning down.

you sadly nodded. and you didn't even want to think of how different the events would've been if you hadn't agreed, hadn't gone to dinner with him, gotten tipsy and hadn't spilled out your feelings and made it up with him.

the rain never washed away the fiery passion in his eyes, it only dimmed it to allow chuuya to rest or he would've burned in his own fire. and had the breakup not occurred, chuuya wouldn't have felt this satisfied in having you in his arms again after a long time. never again though, chuuya thought as he stared at your sleeping form in his arms, he will be damned if he ever allowed you to go away again.

━━━━━━━  🎀 .

[kolyasangel]

a silver fantasy

notes: the song that inspired me to write this, please give it a listen! ( ˶˙ᵕ˙˶ )

synopsis: dazai falls in love with a dreamy girl he sees in a shampoo commercial...

content: no direct interaction w/ dazai, unrequited love

It was a long day at the agency, and all Dazai wanted to do was come back to his place and sleep. With keys jingling in one hand and a plastic bag in the other, he unlocked the door to his dorm and sighed quietly at what he was met with. Too familiar with the mess, he couldn't be bothered to clean up the numerous empty cans of crab and bottles of sake lying around.

As he walked in, he sat the bag down on a small circular table and locked the door. He had made a quick stop at the convenience store and bought something for dinner, not having the energy to cook anything. Usually, he would eat his meal in silence, but on this particular day, his thoughts were just too loud. He needed a distraction. The remote wasn't far from reach, resting on the small TV stand against the wall. The time was 8:26 p.m. While skimming through the channels, he had stopped on a random channel that was about to go on a commercial break. He was about to open the plastic container containing his meal, but his movements were halted as soon as he looked up at the screen for a second. His finger barely hovered over the remote button. 

He was caught in a trance as she appeared, holding a product in her hand. His throat suddenly felt dry, and he felt parched as his lips parted. His grip on the remote had loosened, letting it fall to the floor.

“Introducing, a new soft floral fragrance that will give you a scent like a delicate rose!”

The only delicate rose was her, he thought. She was alluring, beaming with the utmost beauty. Her skin was smooth and glowy, that of a goddess. Her honey-like voice rang through his ears, carrying a sense of solace. Her soft smile was charming yet seductive, leaving him desiring more.

Shortly after, the ad was over. He picked up the remote and turned off the TV in a hurry. It felt like a spell had just been put on him, entranced by her. He sat there for at least two minutes staring at the blank screen before standing up and getting ready for bed, no longer feeling hungry. The food he had bought had been left sitting out, forgotten about, and now cold.

...

Dazai bought and used her shampoo, the scent being one he enjoyed. It was fresh and light, just as the commercial had advertised. Each bottle has a paper advertisement with her face on it. He kept the paper ad for himself, as she was too precious to be thrown away.

Every night at 8:30, her ad played on the TV. He looked forward to seeing her again every time, leaving him more enthralled each time than the last. His loneliness fades away whenever he sees her on the screen, his little fairy of shampoo. Seeing her in the 15-second ad made his day, that was the only time he needed. It felt like she was wrapping him up in a soft blanket, encompassing him in utmost comfort and warmth. 

...

12:00 a.m. 

It was another long night for Dazai, not being able to sleep. His eyes were wide open as he felt restless, his head swirling with countless fantasies.

He hears her sweet voice echoing in his head once again. Now that he realized it, this was how his whole day had gone. Too distracted by his own thoughts, he couldn't even focus at work today. She was just too enticing, yet she still had such a mysterious aura. That altogether made her so hard to resist.

1:52 a.m.

It was quiet, yet he was accompanied only by the low, steady blowing noise of the AC. He felt hotter than usual, uncomfortable from the feeling of his bangs sticking to the sweat beads on his forehead. Having just walked back from the bathroom only to splash water onto his face, he tucked himself comfortably in his futon. His eyes slowly drooped down, the tiredness finally taking over him. His mind must've been worn out from running a million miles per minute, consumed by only thoughts about her. 

"Try it, try it! Feel the fragrance of love~" He feels her tugging his shirt before pulling his head into her chest, breathing in the scent of his hair. He swears his heart could stop. 

"You tried it, didn't you? The shampoo?"

His heart aches because he can't reach her, she keeps running away from him. Don't get too close. Even if he tried to reach her, she vanished every time, popping like a bubble made of shampoo. 

...

He woke up with the sun rays illuminating his face, making him turn his head to avoid the beams directly hitting his eyes. He sat up, the wetness on his cheeks becoming apparent to him. There were tears on his face. His hand was stretched forward as if he wanted to reach something but was met with nothing except the shining sun, casting light through his window and onto his bandaged arm.

She's my star. She's my night. She's my dream.

[ssparksflyy]

what's he got that i don't? 𝜗𝜚 ⊹ ‧₊˚

pairing percy jackson x fem!reader summary based off this request!! an i actually love this request sm 😋 in jealous percy we trust

PERCY sighed dramatically as he plopped himself down on his bed, scooting up to put his head in your lap. he'd just gotten back from a meeting with chiron about helping out with teaching new campers how to handle swords and was quite frankly, exhausted. he'd spent his whole day running around, going from lesson to lesson, already helping out with all sorts of things. he hadn't seen you since breakfast and desperately needed to feel you close after his hectic day. walking into his cabin to see you sitting in his bed reading made him feel like maybe the gods didn't hate him and they knew how to answer his prayers after all.

"long day?" you asked, moving one of your hands down to his hair and ran your fingers through it while the other continued to hold up your book.

"mhm" he hummed in response.

"what'd you do?" you followed up.

"teach, teach some more, help out, then go teach again" he said, "i didn't even ask to be a teacher."

"you didn't ask for a lot of things, just another thing to add to the list babe. im sure the kids who need help greatly appreciate you and your teaching"

"i guess"

you sat in silence for a minute, continuing to play with percy's hair and read. he would've been fine staying like that and maybe even wouldve ended up falling asleep in your lap, but he had hardly spent any time with you today. he wanted to talk to you more and kiss your lips and hug you, but your nose was stuck in that stupid book he didn't even understand.

"whatcha reading?" he asked and lifted his head up, moving it to rest his chin on your stomach.

"the hunger games" you replied.

he mumbled a quick 'okay' and kept his head on your stomach, looking up at you and watching as you read.

as much as percy loved quiet moments like this, it was the opposite of what he wanted. he knew you enjoyed reading, and now was one of the few opportunities you got to read in peace, but he hadn't seen you in hours and (even though he wouldnt admit it) was in desperate need for your attention. when he saw you smile at something in your book, he decided to try for a conversation again.

"whatcha smilin' at?"

you looked away from your book, "nothin. just this guy."

he got up and furrowed his brow, "what guy?"

"he's not real, percy."

"don't matter, what guy is making my girl smile like that?"

you rolled your eyes, "a guy made of ink and imaginations. that's who."

"lemme see" he said, holding out his hand for you to hand him the book.

you handed him the book and watched as he squinted his eyes, trying to read it.

"i can't read."

"i know."

"what's it say?"

he handed you the book back, ""i don’t think it’s going to work out. winning . . . won’t help in my case," says peeta. "why ever not?" says caesar, mystified. peeta blushes beet red and stammers out. "because . . .because . . . she came here with me.""

percy pauses for a second. "you were smiling at that? what does it even mean?"

"see! you dont get it, it's nothing." you said, trying to brush it off.

"mmm i think its something" he said. he already had your attention away from reading your book, now it was just a matter of keeping it up.

"you wanna know? fine." you huffed, "im smiling because i remember when i read this for the first time and i was freaking out because katniss and peeta hardly even talk in this part of the book, and he just reveals that he's got a crush on her, but you don't know that he's actually faking it - but at the same time he's not - because it's set in katniss' perspective, so you're left all 'what was that?! what does he mean!!!' and it becomes something that peeta does again later cause he's smart and knows what cards to play in order for people to like him!!"

he looked at you in surprise, "oh- wow, sorry." he apologized, taking your hands in his, "so is peeta your favorite character?"

you knew you could just give him a simple yes and be over with the whole thing, but if he wanted the truth, then the truth is what he would get.

"yea, he really is. he's just the perfect guy" you said smugly, opening your book back up and pretending to start reading again.

"pfff- yea right! what happened to imaginations and ink?" he said. you could hear the slightest bit of jealousy in his voice and decided to keep going.

"doesnt take away the fact that he's perfect" you said as a mattter-of-factly.

"oh yea? well i think he's a fake nobody."

"fake nobody or not, he's still really smart, strong, an artist, a great baker, handsome in the movies-"

"josh hutcherson is not handsome."

"im gonna act like you didn't just say that." you said, realizing this was going the way you wanted it to, "but gods, did i mention how good of a boyfriend he is? i mean the way he cared for katniss?? hes literally everything a girl could ask fo-"

"hey you know im your boyfriend, not him, right?" percy asked, his tone sounding unsure and annoyed.

you stopped there and put your book down. you didn't think he'd actually be bothered by you talking about a fictional guy. he was never really the jealous type, had he actually taken it seriously?

"perce... are you.. jealous?" you asked in disbelief.

he gave you an offended look that you could tell was fake, "what?! no! course not! why would i be jealous of some fake baker dude??"

you couldnt help but laugh as he continued to try and defend himself from your 'wild' and 'indecorous' 'accusations'.

"i wasnt accusing you of anything! just asking!!" you said through your fit of giggles.

"yea you were! i feel very attacked right now, i though this was supposed to be a safe space!!" you only laughed more.

once you managed to get yourself to stop laughing, you moved closer to percy and pressed a kiss on his cheek. "i was just joking, you know that right?"

he mumbled a quick 'yea' while moving over to your side so he could put his arm around you and pull you into his chest. he left a kiss ontop of your head as you got comfortable in his embrace, putting your book on his nightstand.

percy had gotten his chance to talk to you, and now was able to hold you close, just like he wanted. yes it took listening to you ramble about some other (fake) guy, but who cares!! before finally closing his eyes and falling under hypnos' spell, he only had one more question about the book you were reading.

"by the way, who's finnick odair?"

"OHMYGOD, SO-"

[klttn]

EKKKK I HAVE A REQUESTTTTTTTTTTT!!!

IF IT'S NOT TO MUCH CAN YOU DO A ALASTOR X SENSITIVE WIFE WHO LOVES PINK PLEASE BONUS POINTS IF SHE A BUNNY! <3

⁺˳✧༚ ˚ 𝒷𝓊𝓃𝓃𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝒻𝒻𝑒𝓉 ｡⋆୨୧˚

— 𝜗𝜚 alastor x f!reader

ᶻ 𝘇 𐰁 summary : you baked pretty cookies for alastor but he’d much rather have a taste of you. nsfw. biting. liiitle bit of blood!! cannibalism. it’s alastor here. he just wants a to sink his fangs into you slightly.

“my my, what do we have here, my darling bunny?” alastors voice ripples through the kitchen, frame now looming over you.

you jolted a bit, an involuntary twitch of your nose as a small smile started to form when you realised who it was, "hmph al! you scared me." you groaned, landing him a small smack on his shoulder.

"apologies, dear,” alastor mused, bending over to put a strand of your hair behind your ear and placed a kiss on your temple. “but, you do look adorable filled with fear, i so adore how you tremble," alastor planted a kiss on your nose, stroking your floppy ears.

"i can't help it," you whined, pouting and leaning into the touch your husband still had atop your head, "i’m sensitive!!"

“my fragile little bunny, aren't you?”

“mhm,” your voice was soft as you fell deeper into alastors caressing embrace.

a moments bliss passed in his arms before he was gently pushing you back, loving smile mirroring yours.

"now now darling, i believe there was something you wanted to show me?"

your head titled in confusion for a split second before you remembered your excitement, it now bubbling it's way back to the surface, toothy grin evident on your face, "i baked you something!"

"oh?"

you quickly spun on your heals, soft ears twirling as you did, turning around to show him the small tray of cookies you had made for him. cute little hearts and very pink.

not entirely fitting to alastors taste but he wouldn't care. he only cared that they had something to do with you.

your eyes grew wide as you watched alastor’s expression, focused on whatever slight reaction he may give.

“my sweet girl, you are oh so adorable to do such a thing for me.” alastor cooed, finding a tad bit of joy in the domesticated scene.

he was from the 1930’s after all. as much as he would never force you to be the housewife you were, he did so revel in the tradition of it. a little bunny wife to come home to and have her cook and bake for him. what a precious thing.

your heartbeat sped up at his words, “do you like them?” your voice hopeful and soft, nose betraying you and twitching again. this time from nerves.

“why of course, bunny!” alastors cheerful response putting the cutest twinkle in your eyes. “but.” he continued, making your brows furrow, “i think i need my main meal first, don’t you agree?”

a dumbfound expression made its way onto your face as alastor lifted you up with ease and placed you atop the kitchen counter, instinctively spreading your legs to let him in between.

“why i need my first course before desert!” his hands crept up your neck to move your hair out the way, the familiar puncture wounds making themselves known.

oh… alastor meant you.

you could hear the thudding of your heart become more prominent as you realised what he meant.

“promise me you’ll be gentle?” you whispered softly barring your neck to him in obedience. you sounded scared but in truth, you couldn’t wait to have his fangs sinking into you.

“of course, dear,” alastor leaned forward to press his lips against your neck, “bunny is my favourite after all.”

his teeth sunk into you, slight prick causing you to whimper. alastor loved it when you did that. the way you’d mewl like you were his prey. he almost loved it as much as the taste of you.

his hand found its way to your lop ears, playing with them and dragging his claws across them tenderly to soothe you.

your eyes battered shut as you succumbed to the euphoric pain in your neck, the loss making you dizzy and weak.

soft cries escaped your throat and your hands made their way to alastors shoulders, squeezing tightly.

the more he took, the more your conscience would start to falter, your grip loosening just as fast as it got there.

alastor noticed your lack of continence, your responsiveness fading, which signalled him to pull back. he would never truly hurt his bunny.

“good girl,” alastor praised in your ear, licking the small mess he made on your neck. “you did so well, took so much more than usual.”

a proud smile covered your mouth as your eyes fluttered open to meet alastors. “did good?” you mumbled, words slurring slightly.

“so good, bunny.”

you hummed, falling forward onto alastors chest so he could pick you up.

“i think you’re going to need these cookies more than i, sweet girl.”

A/N : this was completely self indulgent n i’m now in love with bunny reader!! i need more bunny reader requests <33

[necroangelz]

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[glucvito]

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[fawnchives]

i dunno who needs to hear this, but please stop sending people the same requests. i’m not gonna write something if you sent the same exact thing to 20 other people. i’m really starting to think y’all have betty crocker cake mix for brains 🙁

[alorasim]

i love these new collections 𝜗𝜚

@arethabee @serenity-cc @joliebean

[rafecameroninterlude]

right!!!! do not get me wrong rafe's curtain bangs are so iconic but him just looking so sleazy and acting like a fratboy makes me froth at the mouth !!!!

EXACTLYYYY!! omg i’m thinking thoughts rn.. i feel like he would be so gross and have no filter when it comes to hitting on you, telling you the most crudest things bc he knows you secretly love it :(

[dollmaker0]

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