#🧊shiver 🧊

[almond-tofuuu]

His good girl ❄️

Zayne x fem reader smut

Warnings: PiV sex, some dirty talk, nipple play, praise, use of pet names (good girl, love, baby, angel), office sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it ppl), improper use of an evol (ice ice baby 🧊), sex against a wall/door, light mentions of biting/marking, little bit of cervix fucking, tummy bulge (he's big, trust me 😉), creampie

(lemme know if I missed anything)

You really weren't sure how you ended up like this, in fact you could barely remember your own name, all you could focus on was Zayne. His hot mouth leaving wet kisses on your shoulders, cool fingers pinching your sensitive nipples, and his thick cock pounding into your drenched cunt, his strong arms the only thing holding you up as his rough thrusts pin your body against his office door. What had started out as a simple lunch date with your boyfriend had now turned into something scandalous.

You'd never thought Zayne to be one to mix work and pleasure, but something about the way he was gripping the plush of your hips so tightly, sure to leave bruises for you to admire later on, pulling you back to meet every snap of his hips as he drove his deliciously thick cock into you over and over again, told you he was enjoying this as much as you were. With a particularly harsh thrust, Zayne's cock reaches even deeper inside you, hitting the spongey spot deep in your pussy that had you arching your back, cunt clenching tighter around his length as a high-pitched whine was forced from your throat.

"I thought I told you to be quiet love, what would all my colleagues think if they heard my little angel making such sinful noises?" Zayne whispered lowly into your ear, his voice was husky and soft but there was a quiet dominance to his words. "you need to be quiet for me, baby, you can do that can't you? You can be a good girl for me and keep that pretty mouth shut, right?"

You nod your head, desperately wanting to please him, wanting to be a good girl for your loving boyfriend who was fucking you so perfectly, biting your lip to stop any more sounds escaping as your cunt continued to flutter around his cock. Suddenly Zayne's movements slowed, pulling his cock out of your throbbing pussy until only the tip was left in, his icy fingers harshly pinching the nipple of your left breast.

"You know better than that, angel, come on, use your words. Or have I already fucked you dumb?"

A pathetic whimper left your throat as you tried to buck your hips back into his, your cunt aching to feel full again, but Zayne's firm grip kept you in place, small ice crystals forming, a warning to behave.

"You know the rules, angel, use your words. Are you going to be a good girl for me? Or do I need to stop right now, and it would be such a shame if I did because I've been aching to feel this pretty little cunt cum all over my cock.... But only good girls get to cum" his tone is as icy as his evol, sending shivers down your spine as you swallow down the desperate whine threatening to spill from your lips. Tears burn your eyes as you squeeze them shut, your brain struggling to form any coherent thoughts.

"I'll be g-good....please Zayne....'m gonna be good... please, need to cum" you hiccup out between sobs, your mind turning to mush as your cunt clenches around nothing.

"There we go, that wasn't so hard, now was it?" Zayne whispers softly, lips trailing kisses along your jaw and down your neck, your skin igniting under the feeling of his tongue and teeth marking you, branding you as his.

"Now keep that pretty mouth quiet for me, love"

With that he's slamming back into you, his cock burying itself deep in your pussy, hitting your cervix with every harsh thrust of his hips, forcing your body further into the door. You bit your bottom lip hard, the tangy taste of iron flooded your mouth as you fought to keep quiet as Zayne continued to pinch and pull your nipple with one hand, the other moving from your hip to press down on your stomach, feeling the outline of his cock as he roughly pounded into your gushing cunt.

"Ngh you feel that, Angel, feel how deep I am... You're taking me so well, always such a good girl for me, perfect girl with the perfect little pussy" Zayne's praises went straight to your cunt, working you closer to your orgasm, clenching harder around his cock that was taking you so well, forcing it's way inside you, making you feel every delicious ridge and vein as Zayne moulded your cunt to his shape. Feeling your high approaching rapidly, you try to warn Zayne, hands reaching out behind you blindly as your fucked-out brain is unable to form any words. Zayne, ever the observant physician, notices your struggle, hands grabbing hold of your wrists and pinning them to the door in front of you.

"Are you going to cum angel? I can feel you clenching around me... Ngh, it's okay.... You can cum, baby.... You've been such a good girl, go on and cum for me" Zayne urges you on, voice straining as he approaches his own release. With one hand he keeps your wrists pinned above your head as the other hand moves down to rub circles on your clit, working you closer to the edge.

"Come on, baby, want to feel you cum, need to feel my good girl squeezing my cock.... Please baby, cum for me, cum on my cock angel"

Zayne's skilled fingers on your clit and husky words of encouragement are all you need to push you over the edge, your back arching and cunt milking his cock as you're hurtled into an intense orgasm. Zayne isn't far behind, hips rutting into you erratically as he chases his own release, thrusting a few more times before his hips stutter and he burries his cock deep inside you, coating your cunt with his warm cum. Exhausted, your body slumps forward against the door, unable to hold yourself up you're grateful for Zayne's strong arms as they wrap around your waist, his forehead resting against your shoulder as you both come down from your highs. The room is quiet apart from your panting breaths and the hammering of your heart. After a few minutes, Zayne slides his softening cock from your spent pussy, taking a second to admire the way your cunt clenches around nothing with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and the mix of both your cum dripping down your thighs. Leaning forward to press a gentle kiss between your shoulder blades, Zayne speaks softly against your skin "I apologise if I was a little too rough with you, love, you did so well for me" another loving kiss is pressed to your forehead, your eyes closing as you begin to drift off in the safety of your boyfriends warm embrace.

"Rest now, Angel, don't worry, I'll be right here when you wake up"

This is my first time writing smut so feedback is appreciated 😙

[therealsquiddo]

sometimes my house is realllayyy cold so my hands are shivering when im playing...or when Im editing... brr... 🧊❄️ but i dont have any gloves... makes me feel like one of those freezing single mothers in those mobile ad games

[munadrawson]

🌞🐙💦🧊🚿

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The sun is really getting to them.

BONUS:

Shiver seeks power, alright. The power of Frye's thighs.

aight I'mma take my corny ass outta here.

[goldfades]

🧊or ☕️ for Jamie??

i've written too much angst today, we need some spicy content too LMAOOO.

JAMIE 'pretty dick' DRYSDALE RAHHHHH😫😫😫😫

nsfw under the cut!!!!!! read at your discretion

you slowly wrapped your lips around jamie's hard shaft, taking some of him in your mouth. as soon as you put his tip in your mouth, jamie let out a soft moan as his hands grabbed your hair for support.

jamie's eyes shut at the impact, his whole body relaxing into your warm mouth. you pulled away, a string of your spit forming from your mouth and his head. you gave his tip a small kiss while he kept his hand on your head, pulling your closer again.

"don't tease, baby, please." he whined pathetically as you wrapped your lips around him again, taking him deeper than before. he was so sensitive, he needed a release and quickly ─ and who were you to deny the pretty boy?

he started thrusting into your mouth, desperate for any friction. he gripped your hair as his lean fell back in pleasure, whimpers falling out of his soft lips as your mouth working on his dick, licking and taking as much as you can in your mouth. what you couldn't take in your mouth, you jerked with your free hand.

you bobbed your head up and down quicker, your eyes tearing up at the impact. he was so close, he could see the light at the end of the tunnel as he started bucking his hips to meet your mouth, desperate for more friction.

jamie was grunting like a porn star at this point, the sinful noises of your wet mouth and his sounds filling the small room; it was a scene right out of a movie. your mouth felt a warm heaven for jamie, it was so perfectly made for him. he could barely control himself at this point, pushing your mouth deeper on his dick, desperate for release.

you closed your eyes at the impact, trying to concentrate on pleasing him. you felt him twitch in your mouth and you knew was close, he gripped your hair impossibly harder.

"fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n." he cried out in a chant, his mind was clear except for you and how good you were making him feel so good. he was so close, he could almost taste. "so close, baby."

jamie shivered as he felt his climax hit like a truck, his hand on your hair immediately loosening as he emptied his load in your mouth. you swallowed his cum quickly as you looked up at jamie, softly. you both caught your breath, trying to come back down to earth.

he looked down at you, exhaustion evident on his face as he gave you a sweet smile, bending down to you, giving you a sloppy kiss.

MY 100 FOLLOWER CELLY!

[matthewpatelaskbox]

A new version drops from absolutely nowhere. One that's shivering as if he's cold.

..holy shit.. oh God..Gideon's going to be pissed.. where am I?..

-Matthew Patel ❄️🧊

Huh-

Oh.

OH MY GOD! Another one! WELCOME!

Gideons the least of your worries here. I think.

[pupsmailbox]

WINTER ID PACK

NAMES ⌇　alaska. alba. alban. amara. andri. aneira. angel. angelina. apricity. aquila. aquilo. arctic. aspen. aster. aurora. ayden. balthasar. beir. beira. beiron. bell. belle. bianca. blanc. blanca. blanch. blanche. blanchesse. blanchette. blaze. blizzard. blizzardette. blu. blue. borea. boreas. boris. brea. bree. bylur. carol. caspar. cedar. chione. chióni. chris. christina. christmas. clara. claudia. cloud. cloude. coco. cocoa. colden. cole. cozy. crimson. crystal. december. dew. dewdrop. dewey. dewy. diamond. douglas. edur. eira. eirlys. eirwan. eirwen. elitsa. ella. elsa. ember. emmanuel. emmanuelle. eryi eryi. estelle. euria. everest. everett. everette. evergreen. fannar. fionn. fir. fjolla. flake. frediano. freeze. fritz. fros. frost. frostette. frostine. frosty. fuyu. fuyuko. gale. garland. ginger. gloria. gwyneira. hazel. hika. holly. ice. icee. icelyn. icicle. icidia. icie. iclyn. isarr. isbert. ivy. jack. jack.. jaki. january. janus. jolly. joseph. josephine. joy. juniper. kari. khione. kirsi. kit. ledi. ledia. lucas. lucina. lumi. mafuyu. mafuyuko. mary. melchior. merry. miyuki. natalia. natalie. natasha. nevada. neve. nicholas. nick. nieves. noel. noella. noelle. north. november. oak. oakley. olwen. pepper. peppermint. permafrost. pine. poinsettia. polaris. rain. raina. raine. rainer. reign. reyner. robin. rudolf. rudolph. rudy. sally. scarlett. scrooge. sioc. snow. snowdrop. snowesse. snowette. snowine. snowstorm. snowy. solstice. spruce. star. stella. storm. stormy. tundra. vega. viola. vixen. warrin. weiss. whittaker. whyte. willow. winny. winter. wren. wynn. wynter. wyntr. yuki. yukio. yule. yulia. yves. yvette. zane.

PRONOUNS ⌇　arc/arctic. arctic/arctic. aura/aura. bleak/bleak. bli/blizzard. bliz/blizzard. blizz/blizzard. blizzard/blizzard. blue/blue. chill/chill. chilly/chilly. clou/cloud. cloud/cloud. co/cold. coat/coat. cold/cold. cool/cool. cry/cryo. cry/crystal. crystal/crystal. drip/drip. drop/drop. fir/fir. flake/flake. flu/flurry. flur/flurry. flurry/flurrie. fre/freeze. freeze/freeze. fro/frost. fros/frost. frost/frost. frostbite/frostbite. froze/frozen. glacier/glacier. glove/glove. hail/hail. ice/ice. ice/icicle. icicle/icicle. mitten/mitten. rain/rain. rain/rainy. scarf/scarf. shiver/shiver. sky/sky. sle/sleet. slush/slush. snow/flake. snow/snow. snow/snowflake. so/snow. sto/storm. storm/storm. storm/stormy. stormy/stormy. tundra/tundra. water/water. wi/winter. win/ter. win/winter. winter/winter . ❄️ . 🌌 . 🌨 . 🌨️ . 🌲 . 🗻 . 🧊 .

[j-a-nuary]

Chapter summary: Vernon faces the consequences of inaction. Chan takes action. Yerin has a couple of new experiences

Rating: 🔞

One | Masterlist | Three

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Vernon was right. Clubbing was not exactly Yerin’s thing. Luckily, his friends were determined to make her feel welcome. All while Vernon was forced to simply watch.

Vernon watched as she got into a separate taxi. He watched Minghao’s hand extending out from the back row of seats, in offer of stablization. He watched Seungcheol holding the door open with one hand, while his other guarded against an unlikely collision between her head and the frame of the door. He watched Jeonghan offer an assisting hand on her waist, guiding her into the car and then giving him an excuse to follow her directly, shooting a smug smile at Seungcheol as he did so.

“You're so attentive to your friends,” Dasom commented. “It’s really admirable.”

“Huh?” Vernon blinked a few times, tearing his eyes away from where his friends were doting on his coworker. “I guess,” he ran a hand through his hair, “the guys can be a little much.”

“They're good guys,” Dasom reasoned, “you know they’ll be good to her.”

That’s the problem, Vernon wanted to say. But Seungkwan was calling them over to another cab, urging them to hurry.

“We should go,” he stepped aside, allowing Dasom to move ahead of him.

She shot him a sweet smile as she passed, slipping a hand around his arm to tug him along.

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Once they all arrived at the club in question, Vernon found himself stuck watching again.

He watched Jeonghan order Yerin a drink that took too long to make, and then tip well enough to make sure the bartender wasn’t too mad about it. He watched as Yerin took a cautious sip, only for her eyes to widen like they always did when something was more delicious than she expected. He watched as Minghao stole the garnish from her cup, smiling as he rebutted her pouty scolding. He watched Chan stumble up and insert himself into their conversation, and he watched the way Seungcheol struggled to hold back his annoyance about it.

Vernon watched as Chan said something that made Yerin blush before she shyly nodded and took his hand. He watched as the three hyungs left behind did varying jobs of covering their disappointment over that development.

“Do you like dancing?” Dasom once again dragged his attention away from watching.

“Yeah, usually,” Vernon answered.

An excruciating four seconds passed.

“Oh!” He exclaimed, “you were... did you want...? We can... yeah... let's dance.”

Dasom smiled at him, clearly finding his fumbling cute.

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“This is kind of embarrassing,” Chan admitted, speaking directly into Yerin’s ear from his place dancing behind her.

“What's that?” she asked, turning her head slightly to allow her voice to make it more likely to be heard over the din of the music.

The motion caused her cheek to brush against Chan’s lips. She immediately felt heat rise to the apples of her cheeks. She hadn't expected him to still be so close.

“Sorry,” he automatically said it, but he didn't pull back. Yerin shivered as he kept his lips just toeing the line between touching her and not as he spoke. “You're just beautiful, you know?”

“Ah, really?” she felt her body thrum slightly.

Chan tightened his grip on her, taking the fact that she hadn't made a single move to distance herself from him as a good sign. Experimentally, he pushed his body closer against her, giving a small thrust of his hips against her backside.

He heard her suck in a breath, and then...

“Chan...”

Her tone was slightly whiny, but not necessarily a complaint. Still, just in case, he pulled himself back slightly.

“Sorry,” he muttered again, “I shou-”

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Vernon watched, the music turning to a high-pitched buzz in his ears, as Yerin lifted a hand to Chan’s hair. He blinked in disbelief, still watching as she turned herself in Chan’s arms and boldly pressed her lips against his. He watched as they exchanged some more words, leaning closer than necessary towards each other to be heard.

Then, he was no longer just watching. Yerin’s eyes met his, and he was pulled from viewer to participant as she made a series of expressions and gestures towards him. He couldn’t hear anything anymore, but the meaning was clear enough.

I’m leaving first.

Can you believe it?

I’m excited.

I’ll text you later.

“Are you okay?”

Vernon felt himself get yanked back into reality. Had the music been this loud the whole time? He blinked at Dasom.

“What? I... yeah, I’m fine.”

She looked up at him, biting her lip slightly.

“You stopped dancing,” she stated, “I thought maybe I had crossed a boundary or something.”

Vernon had no idea what she was talking about. Boundary? They had just been dancing like normal. He shook his head, eyebrows drawn together.

“No,” he set his body back into motion, “I’m good.”

Dasom smiled brightly, leaning into his space a bit closer than before.

“I’m good too.”

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“I’m shy.”

“You have nothing to be shy about,” Chan immediately rebutted.

He and Yerin had made their way to his apartment as quickly as they could. He had her caught between his body and the countertop in his kitchen. They had made a brief detour to get some water, Chan citing a need to cool down, which had turned into him gently running an ice cube against Yerin’s arms and shoulders.

It had started with a glass of ice and water. He had held it in his hand when he pulled her body close to his own, accidentally pressing it aginst her lower back. The coldness had made her arch closer to his body. He had immediately done it again, giving a smug chuckle before apologizing into the skin just below her ear.

“It’s just a lot,” she had groaned as he followed the apology by biting at her skin.

“Bad a lot?” Chan asked, pulling back to look at her. He pushed her hair back from her face. “Too much?”

Yerin shook her head.

So here they were. Yerin pressed against the counter while Chan’s lips chased the trails of water left behind on her skin by the ice.

“Chan-ah,” Yerin whined, a little embarrassed by the tone of it.

He didn’t bother giving up his self-set task when he replied.

“Yes noona?”

“I...” she found herself pausing, struggling to make herself say what she wanted.

Chan looked up at her, replacing his lips with his hand at her shoulder.

“Okay?”

Yerin nodded, still trying to figure out how to ask for the next step.

Luckily, Chan seemed to understand her hesitation, and offered it instead.

“You want more?”

She nodded again, feeling her face warm at the very idea.

Chan smiled at her, that smug look back in place.

“Tell me what you want noona.” He leaned in and kissed her cheek before speaking again. “Tell me how to please you.”

“I can’t,” she complained.

“Ah, my shy pretty noona,” he hummed, just enjoying the feeling of her skin against his cheek. He took a second to tug her earlobe with his teeth.

“Do you want me to take my shirt off?” He offered.

She lifted one hand to cover her eyes, using the other to support herself as she leaned back slightly. Nodding, she barely managed to let out a small, “yes.”

Chan did it with hesitation, his shirt landing half in his thankfully empty sink.

Yerin lowered her hand just slightly, uncovering her eyes enough to take in his bare chest and covering her mouth enough to hide the way it fell slightly open.

“What’s next?” Chan was feeling cocky now. It was clear as day that Yerin was as enamoured with his physique as he was with hers.

Summoning as much boldness as she could, Yerin sat up. Leaning forward enough to free her other hand, she pointed at Chan’s belt.

Again, hesitation was nowhere to be found as Chan undid the buckle.

“All of it,” Yerin managed to squeak out as she noticed that Chan’s thumbs had tucked only into his pants. Apparently he intended to leave the boxers where they were.

Chan tilted his head, but obediently tugged the gray cotton down along with his bedazzled jeans. After kicking the whole kit aside, he simply stood there. Hands on his hips, he waited for the next request.

Yerin laughed. It was almost inevitable. There he stood, a surprising amount of muscle on display, a perfectly respectable cock swaying slightly to one side, and white socks still on his feet.

“Yah,” he pouted. “You told me to take off all of it.”

Pushing her hand harder against her mouth, she shook her head. Reaching out with her other hand, she gestured him closer.

Of course, he obliged. One hand rested on the counter top to either side of her, and his hardness pressed slightly against her hip. Quickly, Chan rubbed his cheek against her neck again, leaving his mouth free to ask, “what now?”

“Touch you,” Yerin mumbled. The hand at her mouth dropped between them, making her intention clear. “Can I?”

“Fuck,” Chan let himself hump against her, resolve weakened by the thought of her hands on him. “Please touch me.”

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It didn't take long for Chan to start whining about how Yerin needed to slow down, to stop, that he was going to embarrass himself if she kept touching him. And not long after that, he had insisted on moving at least to the living room.

“Stop being silly, noona,” Chan whined, “I promise I can hip thrust 130 kilo on my slow gym days.”

“But don’t you want t-”

“I want you on top,” he insisted, cutting her off. “Just use me as you want.”

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“Sorry,” Yerin groaned, taking a moment to rest, “I’m out of practice.”

Chan’s hands immediately gripped onto her hips, slipping under the overlap to get at her love handles, making sure he had a firm hold on her. He shook his head, gazing up at her with half-lidded eyes.

“You’re doing perfect noona,” he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her chest before mumbling - “you can practice with me as much as you want.”

“Careful,” she laughed, “if you’re too nice I might think you like me.”

He hummed, flexing just enough to get some extra stimulation despite her current stillness. The action drew a soft gasp from Yerin, making Chan laugh in return.

“Maybe,” he said it plainly. He readjusted his grip, giving himself a more secure hold on her. “We can talk about that later. Right now,” he leaned further forward. The change in angle forced Yerin to wrap her hands around his shoulders.

“Right now I think it’s your turn to relax.”

Yerin shrieked, a sound of mixed fear and exhilleration, as Chan lifted her, only somewhat unstable, and turned to press her back against the sofa. His cock slipped out from her in the action, but she was more focused on the way his hands were pushing her thighs apart.

“Jesus you’re stro-ong,” she groaned as he quickly pushed three fingers inside her. “Fuck!”

“You didn’t meet Mingyu yet, huh?” He was grinning again, his ego growing again from the way her brows were peaking as he moved his fingers.

“I don’t know, fuck,” his second joined his first, focusing on her clit as he watched her facial expressions jerk. “Chan, fuck I’m gonna... fuck!”

“Yes noona?” He asked, putting on a pseudo-innocent air. “What are you going to do?”

Yerin didn’t bother answering. Her mouth was open, slack as a series of small “ah-eh-ahah” sounds forced their way out of her.

“Shit,” Chan swore under his breath, enraptured by the view before him. “How are you out of practice? You’re doing perfect for me, noona.”

“Fu-hu-fuck... Cha-han...” aftershocks ran through her body, her legs shaking around his waist.

“Yes?” Chan leaned into her, speaking against her neck again. “Tell me what you need.”

“Inside... fuck... I need you inside me,” she complained, “please.”

“Of course noona,” Chan freed up his hands to grapple with his wallet, freeing the condom he had tucked away there just a few hours earlier. “Whatever you need.”

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Yerin was overheating, and a phone was ringing. She groaned, keeping her eyes shut as she tried to push her blanket down.

Her hands met hair and flesh instead.

“Let me sleep more noona,” the hair whined.

She jerked into action, wakefullness shooting through her veins as she scrambled away from the unexpected second body in her bed.

Only, it wasn’t her bed. And now that she was a bit more awake, she realized that the phone ringing was not her phone. And the floor, upon which she found herself thanks to her overzealous escape attempt, was covered in a shag carpet that she would have definitely removed if this was her apartment.

Chan’s head poked over the side of his bed.

“You okay?”

“Sorry!” Yerin whisper-shouted, tugging on the corner of the sheet that hung down from the bed. Embarrassed, she held it over as much of her body as she could. “I’ll just, um...”

“Relax,” Chan sat up, ruffling a hand through his hair before shuffling over towards the ringing phone. “You don't have to run away.”

Yerin watched as he answered the phone with a gruff “What do you want hyung?” He rubbed his eyes as he made some vaguely agreeable noises into the receiver. So casual. Yerin couldn't help but think that he must be used to doing this sort of thing.

“Of course,” Chan seemed to be wrapping up the conversation. He glanced at Yerin, shooting her an apologetic smile. “Just give us, like, twenty minutes?”

Chan jerked his head back from the phone. Even from her spot on the floor, Yerin could hear a man shouting.

“I know! I know hyung... we’ll get there when we get there... see you in a bit.”

Chan rolled his eyes, ending the call in the middle of more shouting coming through the speaker.

Tossing the phone aside, his eyes landed firmly on Yerin.

His expression made her shiver.

“We’re late for brunch,” he reached a hand out towards her. “But if you don’t mind, I’d like for us to be even later.”

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Forty-three minutes later, Chan pushed open the door to a cafe that sat on a street corner just a block away from his apartment building. He stepped aside, holding it open for Yerin to answer.

With a quick glance around, she spotted a large table full of most of the men she had met the night before, as well as a few women that she both had and had not, sitting at a table near the back.

The cat-like one, Ming... something, raised a hand and waved. He jostled a man whose face was nearly entirely covered by sunglasses as he did so, drawing a pained groan from him.

A woman with red-tinted wavy hair bounded up from her seat. She quickly brushed by Yerin, wrapping her hands around Chan’s arm.

“You really do have a type, don't you my love?”

As if she didn't already feel incredibly out of place, Yerin watched as Chan laughed and kissed the woman on her forehead.

“We both do, don't we?”

Yerin froze. They acted so familiar with each other. More than familiar. Chan and this perfectly proportioned, well made up, modelesque woman.

“Ah,” Chan seemed to suddenly remember that Yerin was there. He reached his free hand up to her bicep, gently tugging her closer to the two of them. “Yerin, this is Seneca.”

The red-haired woman smiled at Yerin, showing the requisite amount of teeth and cheek. Her eyes, however, gave her that once-over that was so familiar.

“We’re engaged.”

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One | Masterlist | Three

[p-rtyboy]

Winter / Cold themed NPTs

Pt: Winter / Cold themed NPTs /end pt

Names —

Pt: Names /end pt

Lumi, Boreas, Khione, Chióni, Eira, North, Frostine, Frostette, Blizzardette, Snowette, Andri, Bylur, Frost, Freeze, Blizzard, Snowstorm, Permafrost, Aneira, Nevada, Alaska, Aquilo

Obviously, I recommend doing some research on any name you plan to use

Pronouns —

Pt: Pronouns /end pt

snow / snows, winter / winters, snow / flake, cold / colds, fre / freeze, bliz / blizzard, frost / frosts, chill / chills, frostbite / frostbites, tundra / tundras, arctic / arctics, shiver / shivers, ❄️ / ❄️s, 🌨️ / 🌨️s, 🧊 / 🧊s

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prn who is frostbitten, prn who lives in snow / the cold, prn who loves the snow / ice / cold, prn who plays in the snow, the frostbitten, the snow, the snowflake, the arctic, the antarctic, the arctic creature, the antarctic creature, the snow leopard / arctic fox / polar bear

† Created on 03.23.2024

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Jealous Sex: Dom! Kaeya x Sub! GN! Reader

~Diluc allows you two to stay the night at the Dawn Winery after treating you to a lovely dinner. As nice as that is, he’s been getting a little too close to you and Kaeya decides to stake his claim~

(Based on the recent 3.1 event)

Contains: Degradation AND praise (contain your excitement), spanking, hair pulling, overstimulation

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Diluc had generously offered you guys a place to stay at the Dawn Winery since dinner went later than he had thought. With Weinlesefest being tomorrow, Kaeya needed all the sleep he could get before his long shift the day of. To Kaeya, however, while the offer was generous he couldn’t help but notice that Diluc stared at you the entire time he offered. He seemed a little too excited. The bastard even offered you the spare bedroom to which Kaeya responded, “What are we, children? You’re okay to share a room with me right Y/N?” He flashed you a smile.

“Yes, I’m perfectly fine with that. I do appreciate the offer Master Diluc, but I would feel impolite sleeping in your late fathers room. Surely you understand?” Diluc replied with a soft smile, Kaeya’s eye twitched. “I see why one would feel that way and I appreciate your consideration. If you change your mind the offer still stands. Sir Kaeya moves around a lot in his sleep.”

Kaeya’s jaw clenched, “I’m sure they’ll be fine, after all, it wouldn’t be the first time we shared a bed together.” You blushed at his words, lightly hitting him on the arm as he threw a smug look to his brother who rolled his eyes. “I don’t need the details Sir Kaeya. If that’s all I’ll be retiring for the night, I look forward to accompanying you at the Weinlesefest,” Diluc turned and made his way upstairs.

That’s how you ended up bent over Kaeyas lap, completely naked and writhing on top of him. “You can be louder than that. Don’t be embarrassed darling,” another slap to your behind had you whining out and grabbing onto his ankle. “I-I don’t want… mmph~” another smack. “Oh? Do you not want Master Diluc to hear you? Is that it?” He asked in a mocking tone. You knew that Diluc is was drove him to punish you in the first place, “No no! I don’t want anybody to hear! There’s maids all over the place!”

You panted after getting those words out as fast as you did. Kaeya hummed to himself, “Hmmm, I see. Do you want me to feel sympathy for you? Take it easy perhaps?” No. Of course not. You loved when he took control of you like this. However, you found it difficult to enjoy it to the full extent when anybody could walk in or hear you. “J-just this once please. There’s other people-,” he smacked your ass again, making you wail out louder than you had previously. You quickly clamped a hand over your mouth, worried that someone had heard you.

Kaeyas tone of voice changed to something darker, making you shiver. “I don’t care about other people. Diluc is the one who needs to know his fucking place and he’s right next door, probably thinking of you in ways that only I’ve had you before. I’d like to keep it that way.” He smacked you again, catching you off guard which caused you to let out your second loud moan in shock. “Good…” he said, taking his hands from you completely. “One more good one for me and then we’ll move on to something different.”

That’s why he removed his touch from you completely, to make the next one unexpected, sure to shock you and make you let out a loud noise in fear. Your eyes stayed trained on the floor, wide open. You refused to blink out of nervousness. “You know…” he started, “… I’ve been thinking that maybe I should start using a paddle or something. My hands are starting to sting a bit. Wouldn’t that be nice? It’d probably hurt more too, I bet by now we’d be on to phase two of your punishment.” You remained silent until his voice rang out again, making you jump. “Aren’t you going to answer me? I’d hate to have to start all over again.” You gulped, “Y-yes I agree. That would sting a bit more.” His eyes narrowed, “You think so?” You gulped, “Yes. I think that- AAhh~” there it was. You covered your mouth again, but it was already too late, you had given him what he wanted.

Kaeya then began to stand up, you stumbled off of his lap as he began to take off his clothes. “You should be getting on the bed right now, you know better than to just sit there.” You quickly scrambled to your feet and got on the bed. You faced the headboard on your knees and sitting back on your heels. Kaeya was finally ready, he climbed onto the bed and pulled your legs out from underneath you. You landed on your stomach and he got on top of you who was now lying flat on the mattress, reaching out for a pillow to bite into. He ripped the pillow from your grasp, throwing it elsewhere. “What-,” you interrupted yourself with a small yelp as he pulled your head back by your hair, putting his mouth right next to your ear before saying, “Have forgotten what I want from you? You don’t get to cheat at this darling, whether you be loud or not is up to you, but just know that I won’t stop until I get what I want,” he let your hair go and you fell back down into the bed, twisting the sheets in your grip to ground yourself.

His hands planted themselves right beside your head, his larger body hovering over you. While he was lean he was also very strong and had broad shoulders that covered you almost entirely. “Remember, I’m only stopping on my terms.” He then sheathed himself into you. He was the perfect girth for you to take, what he definitely wasn’t lacking in, however, was length. He pummeled that sweet spot that you could never reach yourself into oblivion, not holding back. You let out cute little high pitched noises with every thrust he made, whining at the contact his plush tip made with the sensitive nerves.

You tried to stop making noise, embarrassment flooding you at the thought of other people in the house hearing you whimper under their Master, but he seemed to be repeatedly pushing a button inside of you that made you respond to him. You planted your face into the mattress and borderline screamed into it, nearly crying from pleasure. He was too good.

He slowed down, his thrusts turning into grinding motions as he pulled your head up by your hair. Not enough to cramp your neck but just enough for you to stop muffling your moaning and whining. “Why don’t you scream like that out loud for me darling…” he said, still grinding his hips against yours, “…I’m sure Master Diluc is tired of being alone with his thoughts of you. Why don’t you make it easier for him.” Something about that turned you on immensely, perhaps the fact that Diluc would never be able to have you and he had to live with the fact that you were in love with and getting fucked by the Calvary Captain so good that you were being driven to tears. You couldn’t imagine someone else treating you the way Kaeya did, but the teasing was just too much fun.

You decided to egg Kaeya on, make him lose it. You’d swallow your pride for him and not hold back, only if he did the same. You went ahead and poked the bear, “Since you haven’t made me cum yet and you so badly want Diluc to get the memo, how about you stop talking so much?” Kaeya let out a sadistic laugh in response, he knew what you were trying to do. Fine, he’d humor you. He halted his movements and let go of your hair, fear settled in at his sudden calmness. “Well then…” he started. “… since you want to cum so badly, I’ll be sure to make you do it plenty of times before we stop.” He was taking your words too literally on purpose, that’s not what you meant and he knew it! “Wait-,”

You were cut off as he lifted your hips up off the bed, moving a pillow under your stomach to elevate your lower body. He then intertwined his fingers with yours against the mattress, hovering over you once more. “Try and keep up darling, maybe we’ll finally get the message across to Master Diluc hm?”

After that it was over for you, the adjusted angle and the way he roughly handled you made you come undone in under a minute. Your mind went numb at the intense tingling that broke out in your lower half, but just as Kaeya had promised, he didn’t stop.

By now the whole mansion must have heard your moaning and crying of pleasure, but you didn’t care. You wondered if Diluc was desperately chasing his own release just next door, trying his hardest to imagine himself instead of Kaeya driving you to tears and overwhelming you with orgasms that seemed to numb your brain. The thought of that made you cum again. Kaeya started to let out a few lewd noises himself.

He had deep and sexy moans that never failed to arouse you. “G-god fuck! Just like that please~” you whined out, making Kaeya twitch inside of you. He was about to come for his second time too, the sounds of you begging making him bite his lip to suppress a loud noise that ended up coming out as a muffled whimper as he filled you up again with his own release.

By now Kaeya had collapsed on top of you, moaning right into your ear and using his elbows to hold himself up as he ground his cock into you, still never missing the soft spot deep inside. “One more darling, do it for me… fuck~” he could feel the head of his cock applying pressure to that familiar, squishy spot inside of you. He did a couple more rough thrusts into you and finally you both came for the last time. He bottomed out and held himself against you for a couple seconds, making you gasp and let out a small cry as he let out a deep, almost pornographic moan.

He finally pulled out and flipped you over, pulling you into a loving kiss. You two finally separated and cleaned yourselves up, getting ready for bed. After a final kiss and saying goodnight to each other, you fell asleep with his arm under your head and your arms around his waist.

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The next morning, you woke up early to get Kaeya ready for his shift. Breakfast had been prepared and Diluc was sat at the table, asking Adelinde for two more cups of coffee for you and Kaeya.

You both sat down next to each other, in front of Diluc who looked grumpier than usual, and was only half dressed with his black dress shirt on and black pants. Kaeya decided to tease him right off the bat, “What’s got you in a bunch this morning Master Diluc? It appears your wrinkles have gotten worse.” Diluc stared his brother in the eyes with a deadpan look on his face, “I think you know.” His eyes then flicked over to you and back to Kaeya.

You held your head in your hands with a flushed face as the smug bastard next to you couldn’t help but laugh.

It appears he got his point across.

[iheartchv]

Could you do a vampire Swift x F!Reader but in TMNT Street Punks and with prompts and can you do it a lemon

142. “Bite me.” 74. “Just relax.” 32. “Do you trust me?” 58. Turtle bedroom 123. “Don’t hold back.” 151. “Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?” 89. Mating season 132. “Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.” 96. Making out 79. “Lay back and let me take care of you.” 5. “MINE.” and Turning into a vampire

First ever TMNT Street Punks AU written piece, I did my best to try and get his personality right.

These prompts (c) @turtle-babe83

Everyone mentioned is 18+// 18 content ahead.. THIS WAS WRITTEN BY AN ADULT FOR ADULTS! youve been warned ⚠️

a/n: setting is a few years after the main timeline of 2012 TMNT; this AUs time line is similar to 2012 TMNT show

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Swift had saved many humans as his time as a vigilante, but no one had caught his attention like you had. Anytime you were in trouble, he just seemed to know where you were, giving you some flirty banters before disappearing into the night. You started seeing each other, and the attraction he felt for you.. well... Over time, he found himself wanting you.... in so many ways...~

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Your heart pounded as Swift told you that he wanted to take your relationship to another level, besides being just friends. "Are you sure you want to do this? Do you trust me? Or trust me enough to not put you or anyone else in danger?"

Swift gave you a small smile. "You don't have to worry about me. You just need to watch your own back. Plus... you know I'll always be watching yours.~" He chuckled as he winked at you.

You knew what he was hinting at, making you blush. You heard him chuckle again. His blue eyes stared back into yours. He then leaned slowly toward you and started making out with you. He was slow about everything, urging you to follow. As soon as you kissed him back, he...turned up the heat, so to speak. He lightly nipped your lower lip, causing you to gasp softly.

"Mmmm.. mine....~" he softly said, his voice almost like a purr. “MINE.”

"Uhm, Swift... I'm not yours..." you giggled, trying to play it off as a joke. It wasn't even official yet. Little did you know that he was serious about this...

“Argue all you want, we both know you belong to me.”

You saw his eyes glow for an instant. You knew he was also a vampire but he never showed you that side of him. Seeing his eyes glow like that made you aware of that.

Reading you, Swift then said,"Look, sweet thing, I've seen what's in some of the guy's minds when they walk past you. They're scum..." He didn't want to go into detail because it made him angry, disgusted. "I don't want that happening to you... That's why I... wanna make you mine."

He kissed you again and then pulled away. "So... what do you say?"

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Swift hurried back home with you in his arms. He led you to his bedroom, setting you on your feet. When you told him that you wanted to try out this relationship, he was excited, aroused. His lips are now smashed into yours, holding you against him, kissing you with hunger and a ravenous desire. It made you tremble and moan when he kissed you deeply.

"Swift..~" you softly moaned.

"Mmm, y/n, you taste so good....~"

His kisses travel down to your neck. He didn't hear no protest from you so he kept going down. He then slid your shirt over your shoulder, exposing the soft skin underneath. "You smell good, too, baby..." he groaned, though you could've sworn it was like a growl.

His fangs ached to sink into your skin and drink your blood... The urge to bite you and wanting to mate you was strong within him. The sounds you were making didn't help, either. He kept thing about how you would look with your legs pushed back and screaming in ecstasy underneath him as he pounded into you... Everything about you was so good.

With his speed he then had you pinned on his bed, his tongue tasting your skin. You shivered and moaned as pleasure coursed through you, rushing hotly through your veins. His hands trailed under your shirt to cup your breasts, his thumbs brushing back and forth on your nipples.

"Mmmghmmm~"

He could tell that there was a sexual tension between them. He was getting impatient, but he had to prepare you because he didn't want to hurt you... too much... at least to turn you away from him. No one could have you, you were his.

"That's right... Just relax. Lay back and let me take care of you.”

He took off his coat quickly and continued to pleasure as if he didn't miss a second. He tore your shirt and bra, his animalistic side showing. Your top torso was now exposed to him, your nipples perked from the sudden cool air. He admired you for a few seconds.

"Y/n..."

"Mhmm?~" You were getting dizzy from the pleasure.

“Do you know how a turtle takes his mate?”

"How..?~" you panted with heavy breaths.

He smirked. "It be better if I showed you."

He had you both naked now, in between your legs and toying with your clit. He wanted you dripping wet. Plus he loved the scent of your arousal. Once he got a taste of you, he knew he wasn't going to let you go...

"Swift...~~" you moaned as his tongue circled around your sensitive bud, giving it a light suck before licking your slick slit. Your body writhed and bucked into his mouth wanting more. He was driving you insane!

He knew you were ready then. He spread your thighs and pushed your legs up and back, exposing your soft pink pussy that glistened for his view. "Gorgeous..." he groaned. His dick rubbed up and down your dripping entrance, getting himself slick with your juices.

He loved the sounds you were making. It was music to his ears, hearing you beg. "Hold on tight, y/n... I'm not gonna let up..."

As he pushed himself into you, the way he was stretching you felt so good. He made you feel full. "Ohhh~ god.. Swift~" you panted and groaned. He started moving in and out of you, holding your hips for leverage.

Swift was hitting your spots, even spots you never knew existed. You were struggling to keep your moans and cries of pleasure under control. But you were hanging by just a tiny thread.

As he rocked into you he grunts and pants,“Don’t hold back. Let it go. I want to hear you scream my name..."

It was all getting so intense. Your mind was going blank and filled with nothing of lust, desire, pleasure and ecstasy. Your moans grew louder the closer you were.

“Bite me.” you begged him. You were going crazy from how he was making you feel, and you just didn't want this to end just yet.

How could he not fulfill your request? As he made you cum, he continued to pound you until he shot loads of his white hot seed in your sensitive cavern. His fangs sunk into your neck, groaning as his hips thrusted into you, coating and spreading his cum inside your slick inner walls.

You felt another wave of an orgasm coming behind the last one, and you couldn't stop the lewd and loud cry of bliss. Your body shook from the release as the rubberband in your lower belly snapped. Your nails dug into his shoulders, his arms, anywhere you could get your hands on.

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You felt like your soul was leaving your body... ironically, it was. Your heart slowed, your breathing was shallow. Was that worth feeling the ultimate pleasure you've ever felt...? Yes.

Swift put his wrist to your lips, telling you to bite him and drink his blood. He was going to turn you into a vampire to safe you from dying of blood loss. When you bit into his wrist, he hissed in pain but let his blood flood your mouth.

He let you have enough to let his DNA alter yours. After what seemed like hours, you awoke feeling... different. You were a vampire now.

"You're mine forever..."

*sorry for it being so short and sucky, I've tried to get in the writing mood for lemony stuff but... *shrugs shoulders* Maybe I'm burned out for the spiciness >3>

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a/n: been rewatching fairy tail and i forgot how FOINE that man is aaaa also my friends requested this teehee also srry for long wait lmao

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!!! series !!!

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18+ !! MINORS DNI

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cw: readers lowk a bitch but they’ll get a redemption trustt, multiple flashbacks, angst, enemies to lovers, eventual smut, female anatomy, slight religious references but mostly used to emphasize a point yada yada

tags ✮⋆˙  afab!reader x gray, enemies to lover, eventual smut, angst

now playing: i'll kill you - summer walker ft. jhené aiko

❅ chapter 1: i'll kill you ❅

You had gotten tired of the endless running. The feeling of your lungs giving out as you neared your limit, the sweat running down your forehead as you climbed upon the stone rubble. The smell of blood and smoke flooded your senses. Have the gods forsaken us? You watched in horror as the village was engulfed in chaos by the cursed demon known as Deliora.

“Help me! Someone, anyone! Please!” You felt your lungs ache as you screamed in desperation.

You felt the vibrations of the demon’s heavy steps become stronger, causing you to hide under the fallen walls of a building. The dark growl of Deliora caused shivers to run down your spine.

“I’m scared…” A lump formed in your throat.

Tears spilled down your apple cheeks before the sound of yelling caught your attention. You peeked from your hiding place to see a…boy? He looked to be your age, black hair while supporting a white parka. Now that you got a better luck at him, you remembered seeing him along with a lady and a boy with white hair around him in your village. He was usually accompanied by a woman with dark hair and a boy his age with silver hair. You were always jealous of him, considering you were left an orphanage as a baby— You looked towards the left to see the back of Deliora in a close distance. This kid is standing right behind THE Deliora! You wanted to call for him but stopped yourself in fear of being caught. The situation is life or death, it would be foolish to save someone who puts their own life in the line. All you could do was watch.

That same woman who’s always around him appeared. Except, she’s wearing an ice prosthetic in place of her right leg. The spiky silver haired boy was laid out on the ground unconscious.

“Take Lyon with you, I can’t risk the two of you getting hurt,” she looked at him somberly.

“No! I’m not leaving you! Ur, please-”

“Ur, don’t go!” Your eyes widened as you watched the white haired boy stand up on his own.

“Lyon-”

“I was trained by one of the best wizards to exist, I can defeat Deliora!”

She clenched her teeth, “It’s too powerful even for me!”

“Just trust me!” The boy with white hair readies his stance by crossing his arms.

“That’s Iced Shell! Where did you learn that spell?!” The raven haired woman watched in horror.

“I went to the storehouse and read all your books since you refuse to teach us powerful spells!”

“Lyon, do you know what happens to the caster of that spell?!”

Your eyes widened at the scene unfolding in front of you. The intensity of the spell had alerted the large demon, causing him to to turn around and notice them. “What is he doing?! Deliora’s gonna kill them for sure!” You bit your nails from anticipation.

Before the boy could fully perform the spell, he had quickly been encased in an ice sculpture. His movements frozen in place by the raven haired lady. “I can’t let you do that…”

“Ur, please…”

You watched the lady and the black haired boy exchange a few words before getting into the same stance as the boy encased in ice.

“Iced shell!”

You felt your heart race as you watched the brave woman cast the powerful ice spell to seal the demon away. Could this be the end of Deliora’s chaos? Slowly but surely, the woman’s body had started to deteriorate the longer she casted the risky spell, yet it seemed to be successful in sealing Deliora’s body.

After its body had been fully encased in the ice barrier, you diverted your attention back to the woman, her body slowly withering away. The black haired boy teared up as he watched his beloved teacher become one with the iced shell.

You bit your lip as you watch the boy sob nonstop as he called for his teacher’s name. You couldn’t understand it, all you felt was nothing but rage. You cursed the gods for leaving you fruitless. That boy had someone to look after him and his foolishness killed her. Meanwhile, your parents dumped you into an orphanage, leaving you with nothing. You fixed your own wounds, scavenged your own meals, and took up risky jobs for a few jewels. You even learned Lava magic by yourself! This boy had everything. A loving parental figure, a roof over his head, and proper education to hone his magic.

And you despised him for it.

You fled the scene before you could watch whatever happened next, kicking a few rocks out of frustration in the process. You swore the next time you saw him, you were going to beat the living hell out of him. “I really hate that boy,” you muttered under your breath.

You grabbed a map out of your pocket, unfolding it onto a smooth to piece of fallen concrete. “I can’t be here for any longer, I’m getting outta here.” You decided to scavenge up enough jewels to leave the wretched place that was once your home. After all, there was no use for you staying here anyways. And most of all, you didn’t want to see the face of that boy again.

You traced your dusty index finger along the tattered paper before landing on a specific region.

“This is it!”

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Years after Deliora's invasion, you acquired enough jewels to board a ship bound for Magnolia, a trading center in the Kingdom of Fiore. You had grown enamored with the bustling populace, the pathways crowded with vendors and children running around with toys. Your senses are continuously being tricked by the aroma of freshly made bread from the local bakery. You were in complete wonder of the gorgeous city and its stark contrast to your once little village. You've practically called this your new home.

And a new home means new opportunities! You ended up joining Fairy Tail, the most formidable guild in Fiore! A day spent at the guild is never dull since you’re constantly surrounded by kind individuals who genuinely care about you. Not to mention, it wasn’t unusual for brawls to break out every other week in the hall. It was no surprise to Makarov when you became a member of the guild at such a young age— you weren’t the only one, after all.

There is always terrible in addition to the good…

Maybe, just maybe, God or whatever heavenly force that resided in the sky would take pity on you. You’re already a starving wizard taking up jobs to pay off your own rent. You had your own problems and you can barely take care of yourself. But hey! God decided to send you a problem in the form of flesh and blood. Black hair, shirtless, ice wizard…

“Oh…you’re still here?” You dropped your messenger bag onto the table.

Gray rolled his eyes at your derogatory question, “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Your face contorted into an expression of disgust, “I was hoping you had left Fairy Tail by now so that I wouldn’t be able to see your face. Or even better, a giant toad could swallow you and digest you into nothing but bones.”

He smirked at your snickering, “Well that’s too bad, cause i’m not going anywhere.” You really hated that stupid smirk he gave you. It was like he was mocking you…

“Oh, yeah, you’re right. Cause you can’t do jack shit to save yourself,” you snickered.

He clenched his fist before getting up and walking towards you, “What’d you say to me?!” Mist seeping from his palms as he felt his temper rise.

“I said your ass can’t do shit to save yourself,” you laughed.

Before you could land another joke on him, you find yourself slammed to the wall by a huge block of ice. The warm red liquid trickled down your nose, irony and salty as you licked it off your lips, “Can’t take a joke, ice boy?”

You shoot hot magma arrows towards him before he dodged it, destroying the wooden furniture nearby in the process. He created a bow and arrow out of ice before shooting them towards you. Luckily you shielded yourself with hardened lava before you could pierced by them. As you bent the lava at your will, you felt a shard of ice knick you at the cheek, causing a drop of blood to trickle down it.

You dramatically gasped, “How dare you! I was supposed to be modeling for Sorcerer’s Weekly this week!”

He smirked, “It’s not like your face was pretty to begin with, lava witch.”

You flicked a droplet of lava on him, causing him to whince in pain before cooling the small burn wound with his magic, “Come on, [Name], revenge is so last year.” A sarcastic tone in his voice.

You wiped the blood off your face, “Oh please, don’t act like no one would want to date an ugly ice troll like you.” You stuck your tongue at him.

He rolled his eyes before continuing to use his ice maker magic against you, in return you employed your lava magic to defend yourself.

The both of you were too caught up in the fight to focus on the master’s screams as he begged the both you guys to halt your magic attacks on each other to prevent the destruction of the guild hall.

Before the both of you could land the finishing blow on eachother, you felt tight grip on your shoulder before looking up to see the red headed S-class wizard, a grimaced look painted on her face.

“Sorry, Ezra.”

“Sorry, Erza.”

You both spoke monotonously with a hint of fear in your voices.

“Master is not too happy with the destruction of the hall! The next time you idiots start bickering again, I’m gonna smash your heads into the wall until it’s nothing but soup!” She tightens her grip causing your shoulder to start aching in the process.

“Ok, ok! we get it! Just stop that! Ow!”

Before furthering any damage on your shoulder, she lets the both of you go before heavily sighing, “Since you both are done arguing, Mira wanted to speak to the both of you guys.”

You and Gray look at each other confused before walking towards the bar, you saw a drunken yet horrified master sitting on the counter as the silver haired beauty pours him another cup of booze, his cheeks flushed from the alcohol.

“Lovely morning to the both of you,” she giggles as she hands the wooden cup of booze to the master.

“And good morning to you too, Mira,” you smile back.

Gray stays silent with his arms crossed before you hit him lightly on the arm to alert him, “Hey- Morning to you too, Mira.”

She giggles again with her high pitched voice before tucking her silver hair over her ear, “Well, master was gonna tell you guys something but he got so stressed from the both of you almost destroying the guildhall that he drank himself nonverbal.” Right after saying that, you look over to see Makarov burbling random gibberish as he clutched the wooden cup handle.

She softly rubs circles onto the hiccuping master before turning her attention back towards you and Gray again, “There’s a job offer regarding the safety of a town nearby an active volcano. The volcano hasn’t been active for 1000 years but recently, the townsfolk have become concerned with loud rumbling coming from it. And since you guys are both lava and ice wizards…”

“Absolutely not. I’m not going with ice stripper here. And can’t you ask Natsu for help on this?”

Gray rolled his eyes at your nickname, “Not my fault my rock hard abs need air.”

“Never say that again,” your face grimaced.

“You know you like it, [Name].” He teases you.

You made a ‘barfing gesture’ at his comment, “Not in a million years, Fullbuster.”

She sighed, “Unfortunately, Natsu already stepped out with Happy since they’re still on that quest to find Igneel.”

“Of course he is,” you face palmed. You groaned as you pinch the bridge of your nose before looking up at Mira again, “Fine, i’ll do the damn job.”

“Awesome! I’ll mark this quest claimed by the both of ya’ll. And do try to get along while you’re at it…you’re kind of responsible for the lives of an entire town so don’t forget that!” She smiles.

Gray smirks before getting close to your ear, the warmness of his breath hitting your ear, “Don’t forget, we’re splitting the reward, lava witch.”

You rolled your eyes before turning your head towards him, “Duh.”

————

Two years after leaving your village…

You squealed as you glided your hand over the distinct mark of Fairy Tail on your arm, a symbol of your initiation into the guild. As you happily trotted down the guildhall, you felt someone tap your shoulder. In response, you turned around as you focused your attention towards a boy with pink hair wearing a scale-designed scarf.

“Hey, you’re that girl that just joined our guild! Welcome to Fairy Tail uhhh…”

“[Name]. My name is [Name],” you giggled.

He smiled cheekily, “Nice to meet you, [Name]. Name’s Natsu, I’m a fire wizard- wait no. A fire DRAGON-SLAYER, and this is my companion, Happy.”

“Aye!” The blue winged cat exclaimed in a high-pitched voice as he waved at you.

“Say, how old are ya and what type of magic you got? I hope you’re strong cause i’m looking for a sparring partner who’s tough enough to beat me!” The pink-haired boy slammed his fist towards his hand.

You smirked at his fiery spirit before you decided to boast about yourself, “Mmm I’m ten and I’m a lava wizard. Ten is practically an adult so I can drink beer anytime I want.”

The boy looked at you with amazement, “WHOAAA, that’s so cool. Once I reach double digits, i’m gonna drink beer everyday and then I’ll be able to beat Guildarts!”

“And I know I said we should spar against eachother but since we both work with heat…I say we work together to defeat that stupid ice wizard, Gra-” Before Natsu could finish his sentence, a block of ice appeared out of nowhere, crushing the boy under it.

“OW! What the eff, Gray!” He cried out in anger as fire escaped his mouth.

You turn your attention towards the culprit, he was about the same age as you and Natsu. Black hair, Fairy Tail mark on his shirtless torso, a snarky expression on his face. You stood there frozen in shock and disgust. The boy from the village.

“Your voice was getting annoying so I was trying to shut you up,” he yawned with a nonchalant look on his face.

Suddenly, he saw you standing next to the loud pink-haired boy before walking over to you, a smirk painted on his face.

“Sup, name’s Gray Fullbuster. You’re the new girl in our guild, huh? Saw you from over there and uh-”

“Hey, Gray! Stop flirting with my new teammate and go away!” Flames still erupting from the pink-haired boy’s mouth.

“IM NOT FLIRTING! I’m just trying to get to know her…” The black-haired boy looked away as he awkwardly scratched his neck, a red hue creeping onto his cheeks.

He returns to his usual stance before using that same smirk on you again, “I’m an ice-maker user, it’s pretty cool, no pun intended. So how bout you ditch this loser and join my te-”

“I would rather burn myself in my own lava then join forces with you.”

The smirk on his face faltered as he looked at you in disbelief, “Excuse me?”

“Yeah, no, looking at you made me automatically dislike you. Can you at least have some type of decorum? Or are you a pervert in training?” You look at him up and down as you roll your eyes.

The boy’s cheeks become redder than before as he looks down on his lack of attire, “Not my fault it’s become a habit! I learned it from training in the mountains with my master!”

You scoff, “Yea, whatever, ice boy. I taught myself on how to use lava magic. No master needed.”

“Well, MY master was like the greatest ice-maker wizard to exist. AND she had the potential to become a wizard saint, BEAT THAT!” He smirks at you.

You felt your temper rise as you puff your cheeks out in anger, “Well some of us didn’t have the privilege of having a ‘master’ to teach us ‘cool magic tricks.’ Some of us had to work our way to the top on our own!”

He scoffed before crossing his arms, “Calm down, lava witch-”

“Lava witch?!”

“Yeah, cause you look like one and act like one!” He angrily pushed you.

“Ok then, how bout I call you an ice troll! Cause you’re dumb and ugly!” You pushed him back.

“IM NOT DUMB AND UGLY!”

You laughed at his reaction, “Whatever floats your boat, ice troll!”

He felt his eye twitch, “What’s your problem with me?! All I wanted was to say hi and now you’re picking a fight with me!”

You cross your arms before getting close to his face, looking him up and down, “Hmm let’s see…you’re ugly, short, a pervert, and you’re dependent.”

“Now you’re just being a bully!”

“Well, sometimes it’s needed.”

“I’m gonna kick your ass!” He rolled up his non-existent sleeves.

“Not if I kick yours first!”

As master Makarov took another swig of his booze, he heard yelling and hitting behind him before sighing and placing the wooden beer cup on the bar counter.

“Not even her first full day and already getting into a fight with the ice wizard…As if him and Natsu weren’t annoying already. I swear this boy makes enemies too easily.” He hiccuped.

“It’s ice-maker magic, dipshit!” The boy shouted as he pulled your hair.

“CONTROL YOUR MOUTH, BOY!” Makarov shouted back.

“Can someone get this stupid block of ice off me! I wanna join!” The pink-haired boy still struggling to push the block of ice off him.

Ice and lava is never a good mix…

[dirty-jammies]

🧊Chill Touch 🍉

Urbosa x AFAB!Reader

Hey, everyone! Hope you enjoy this mini-fic with everyone's favourite Gerudo givin reader some sensual lovin~

(Contents: Ice/temperature play, some foodplay, fingering (reader receiving))

You took the offered kiss happily, humming around the cold fruit and your lover's hot lips. Urbosa held you against her, her breasts squishing against your heated chest and she pushed the berry into your mouth with her tongue, tasting your lips as she did so.

"Mmh, my treasure is so sweet..." she remarked, almost to herself. As you enjoyed the frozen fruit, Urbosa moved you so you were sitting between her spread legs, against her chest, facing away. You felt her large, heavy breasts on either side of your head, felt her hard, toned abdominal muscles against your back, and you started panting in anticipation as a hand squeezed one of your thighs. You spread your legs, hoping Urbosa would touch you more. The Gerudo only laughed again, "So sweet and so well-behaved! Who taught you to be such a good little pet? Hm?"

You turned to nuzzle your flushed face into one of her breasts, "You... you did, Urbosa!" You panted, breath hot as her hand moved up to caress your belly.

"Very good~" you heard a clinking noise coming from the glasses, and you gasped as you felt something cold on your skin. You looked down to see Urbosa was trailing an ice cube over your sternum, and you shivered as she then used it to run over your breasts. You whimpered and squirmed a bit in her hold as she slowly circled the melting ice around one of your nipples. You blushed fiercely as you felt and saw it become erect, hard and sticking out lewdly. You heard and felt Urbosa's pleased hum rumble through her chest. You bit your lip as she repeated the action with a new ice cube on your other nipple.

Urbosa tsked and used her free hand to reach up, holding your jaw, "Baby, don't bite your pretty little lips," she scolded softly. She took another piece of fruit from the tray, this time a cube of voltfruit, and pressed it to your lips, "Bite down on this instead~"

You did as she said and accepted the sweet fruit into your mouth, humming at the flavour as you heard Urbosa get another ice cube from her drink.

After swallowing the fruit, you jumped and gasped, only to be held down by Urbosa's firm hand on your belly as she pressed an ice cube to your clit. She laughed grandly at your reaction, rubbing it around your sensitive little button, electrifying the bundle of nerves and making it grow hard.

"I have to keep you nice and cool everywhere, little one," she chuckled as the ice cube melted and cool water tricked down your pussy. She immediately reached for another one, "I love how sensitive you are for me."

You whimpered and buried your head in Urbosa's chest as she easily slipped the ice cube into your slick hole, shivering at the temperature. Urbosa's long fingers pushed it as deep as they could reach and you gasped her name at the pleasurable chill. Urbosa didn't relent as the melted water from your overheating body mixed with your slick, curling her fingers and spreading them, teasing every sensitive crevice in your passage that she knew so well.

You thrashed in her hold, crying out her name, begging for more. She held you close, comforting but firm, palm rubbing into your clit as her fingers brought you closer and closer to the edge. Urbosa put an ice cube in her mouth and held your jaw, kissing you passionately as your tongues played the cold little cube between your mouths. You could feel Urbosa's lipstick smearing on your own, her chilled tongue claiming your mouth as her property. The hot-and-cold kiss coupled with her rhythmic fingering drive you right off the peak, you shuddered in her hold and your hips rocked back and forth, moaning out your pleasure with no shame. Urbosa watched you come undone, letting you ride it out on her hand.

The chief withdrew her fingers and you looked up, eyes bleary with lust as she licked her fingers clean of your juices. She looked down at you and grinned, "Lie back, my precious little treasure, I want to enjoy more of your delicious frozen treat~"

[ssa-atlas-alvez]

Just saw this and thought of an idea of y/n and derek enjoying early mornings and late nights together (either after tough cases or on rainy days) cooking together, laying in bed holding each other as they share sweet kisses between the two, putting on some music and dancing together while having a home date night (this could also be considered for hotchner brother)

As you can tell I have alot of ideas from soft fluff

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Warnings: Few mentions of rough cases

Word count: 1008

A/N: Okay, I tried something slightly different, let me know what you think aha. Also, did go with y/n hotchner for this fic in the end aha

Early Mornings:

‘Lose an hour in the morning, and you will spend all day looking for it.’ - Richard Whately.

Early mornings were a given in your household, especially with your jobs. But, nonetheless, they were treasured. You almost always woke first, only ever by a few minutes, but those minutes were filled with admiration as you watched his eyes flutter beneath his eyelids, eyelashes resting on his cheeks. Derek’s face always smoothed out, truly relaxed. It wasn’t often you saw him this relaxed, other than when he was asleep.

Today, however, you were not awake first. The case had been tough and had taken a lot out of you, apparently so much so that you slept in an extra half an hour. 

“Come on baby,” He murmured, placing a soft kiss against your neck, “We need to head to work.”

You shook your head, giving a small whine. “No, I wanna stay here forever,”

Derek gave a small chuckle, you shivered, feeling the vibrations against your cheek that was planted firmly on his chest, “Your brother would have our heads if we were late again this week,” 

“Aaron doesn’t need to know,” You mumbled.

“He’d kick my ass and you know it,”

“You could take him.” You stated, leaving no room for argument as you fell back asleep. 

Late Nights:

‘Late night conversations make you learn a lot about people.’ - Unknown.

You laid, curled into Derek’s side, desperately fighting off the sleep that gripped you firmly in its hold. You snuggled deeper into his chest, taking in his scent, this moment, how perfect it was. “It’s okay baby,” He mumbled, planting a kiss on the top of your head. “Go to sleep,” He said, “It’s been a long day, you deserve it.”

You let out a content smile as you slowly gave in, allowing yourself to drift off, surrounded by his scent, by him. By the very thing, the very being that made you feel safe. 

Cooking: 

‘Cooking is a caring and nurturing act. It’s kind of the ultimate gift for someone, to cook for them.’ - Curtis Stone. 

“Babe, can you pass me the carving knife?” It’s a simple kitchen question that has you immediately stumped. Your knowledge on kitchen knives was limited - bread knife, bumpy knife, butter knife, eating knife, big knife, small knife, medium knife… That was it. 

“Erm, yeah,” You answer, peering at the block of knives in front of you, “Which one would that be?”

Derek gives a chuckle as he reaches past you, carefully removing it from the block. You nod, mentally jotting that down for next time. “The kitchen’s not your forte, is it?”

“Nope,” You said with a grin, you were a big enough man to admit that. Honestly, you only knew how to cook things Rossi had made you learn during Friday Family Night Dinners. 

“I’ll help with that,” He said with a wink. 

Holding Each Other:

‘The best thing to hold onto in life is each other’ - Unknown. 

You weren’t always public in your affection for each other. At least not at the start - not wanting to spring it on the team and then rub their faces in it (especially with Aaron being team leader and all). But eventually, you found yourself warming up to each other in the presence of the team, granted it was a quick peck on the cheek or holding hands under the table, but it was something.

Then, after a case that was draining - there was really no other way to put it - the only thing either of you needed was to just hold each other. The others seemed to have clocked this and so, insisted that the pair of you took the jet couch. Both too tired to argue, you curled up into each other’s sides, acknowledging the slow breathing of the other, allowing the other’s scent to calm you, to relax your muscles, to let the tensions of the day wash away. 

Stolen Kisses:

‘One kiss could bind two souls in a second.’ - Unknown. 

You’re not paying attention to your surroundings, you know that. But you know who’s in the room (you, Derek, and Aaron). Your latest task was to work on the geographical profile whilst Reid and Rossi were out talking to the victim’s therapist. Your eyes locked tightly on the map, the area Reid had circled in red. 

You barely register Derek’s head popping into your vision. In fact, by the time you realise, he’s already landed one on your lips, leaving you blushing in the middle of the room, Aaron’s back to the pair of you - working on whatever the hell it was he had to do. 

Eventually, you get your payback. He’s listening to music, staring out of the window on the way home from the case. He’s completely zoned out. You lean over the desk between you, gently gripping his chin in your heads, delicately turning his head to yours and planted a kiss - finding yourself smiling when Derek smiles into the kiss. 

Music and Dancing:

‘We can’t choose the music that life gives up, but we can choose how to dance to it’ - Unknown.

Music played softly, you clutched Derek - the pair of you chuckling - as you began to softly sway to the beat. “I love you,” You mumbled, resting your head against his shoulder. He placed his chin on your head.

“I love you more,” He chuckled, you snorted.

“Could you be any more cheesy?” 

"Probably," Derek mumbled, you just laugh softly. You couldn't help the squeal that comes from your lips when Derek picks you up, spinning you around. The laugh bubbles loudly in your throat. And for a moment, you forget about the case, the sadness, the death. For a moment, you're just two people in love. 

A loud banging on the wall to the left drew you out of your thoughts. "Can you two please shut up? I'm trying to work!" Aaron's voice floods through the wall and you can't help it, but the laughter (much to Aaron's dismay) only grows louder.

[nuggetglitch]

"How cold is it in ur church?"

TTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTWENTY BILLION 😰🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶🥶☃️☃️🧊🧊🧥❄️❄️🧊☃️☃️🥶🥶🧊🧊☃️☃️

BRO IM FREEZING MY TOES OFF IN HERE ITS SO COLD IM SHIVERING AND MY TEETH ARE CHATTERING

[idontknowreallywhy]

WIP Wednesday

I may be sleep deprived and slightly done with January already which has had the result of me being unable to make any progress on the fluffy chapter I’m supposed to be drafting (Sorry @sofasurf ). Instead my lunchtime sprint-write jumped back in time and got all… angsty (Sorry Scott).

Ah well, at least I wrote something! Sorry again, Scooter…

🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊🧊

He should be dead. It shouldn’t be possible to be this cold and not be dead.

Initially the snow had been a blessing of sorts, muffling the echoing din of activity in the courtyard outside the high tiny grated window. The nearly constant tramping, shouting, barking, growling. The unnerving, heart-stopping howling. And even when those ceased for a few moments overnight, the more subtle skittering of untrimmed claws across concrete was ever-present. They were always there, just the other side of the stone wall, which meant he could never rest.

Claws didn’t make any noise in the snow. That was a definite mark in snow’s favour. The other noises were still there but less intrusive, like headlamps in fog. Another win for the white stuff. Although that did make the harsh clanging of the butt of a rifle across the grate extra offensive to his pounding skull. He knew they just did it to keep him and the others on edge and tried not to let it affect him… but that was hard when there was no trigger or pattern to them doing it… heavens he’d tried to figure one out. Counting the minutes between recurrences to see if it was related to the length of the guards’ patrol route or maybe a particular guard… but it was never the same. Never predictable, never consistent. It was slowly driving him crazy.

Along with all the other things.

It was so cold. He had to stop thinking about how cold it was. But it was so cold he couldn’t think about anything else. He should maybe move around? Every muscle sent firm feedback on that idea - it was a no. Huddling in the corner it was then. Here there was a narrow patch where the floor felt warmer, as if a badly lagged heating pipe ran underneath and bled some of its treasure upwards. Obviously the people who worked in this place had access to warm water. It felt good to steal a little of their heat.

His teeth chattered together as a particularly ferocious shiver ran through him.

He extended his forefinger and wrote Virgil’s name slowly, almost invisibly into the rapidly freezing condensation on the wall. He drew music notes around it and smiled inside. Not with his actual face, it hurt too much to move any of those muscles. But inside, he could picture his family and smile at them.

His drawing seemed to glow at him in the dim light.

He added John’s name and started to add some stars but hissed as the nerves in his fingertip crossed some kind of threshold and sent daggers of pain back to his central nervous system. He switched fingers and added Gordon and Alan’s names quickly before he couldn’t bear it anymore and hugged his freezing hand to his chest. At least they were all there now, he couldn’t miss one off. That would be… wrong.

He shuddered violently again and pressed his fingers into his burning forehead. He was vaguely aware that it was odd for his skin to be so hot while the air temperature was so low but he didn’t have the mental energy to question it anymore. Not while he had to use so much of it concentrating on ignoring how the throbbing pain from the full body suit of bruises he’d collected had sunk inwards and seemed to have taken up residence in the marrow of his bones.

The rest was focussed on staying alive. Because he was supposed to. They’d come soon. It had only seemed like so long because he’d got confused and double counted some days… he must have. It can’t have been that long. He pictured Dad. His squadron. Ash and Val. They wouldn’t leave him. Someone would come.

He just needed to stay alive and sane until then. Both of which were proving a bit of a challenge right now. But he was a Tracy. Tracys don’t give up or let themselves go mad.

He apologised again to the girl watching him from the corner, gently lowered his forehead to his knees and willed the ice in his veins to stay back from his heart.

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[beyond-dreams]

F/O Emoji Themed Asks:

In no particular order, I just thought I'd throw these out for anyone to enjoy!

💞 : Do they do anything that makes your (or your S/I's) heart flutter? What is it? Do you make them flustered?

🍫: Do they like things that are sweet? How do they handle it?

✨️: What's their fashion sense like? Do they have fun with things or are they messier?

🎮: Do they have any particular hobbies that they like? Do you do things together? Do you argue over hobbies?

❗️: How do they handle conflict? Is it resolved?

🥳 : How do you celebrate important moments or events with your F/O(s)?

🤝: What's your partnership with each other like? Are things domestic, or do you each take on things non-traditionally?

🌹: Do your F/O(s) like flowers? Are they allergic? What's their reaction to them? How would you (or your S/I) react to receiving flowers from them?

🌶: Can your F/O(s) handle spicy food? What's their reaction like?

🥂: If they're able to, do your F/O(s) drink? What's their preferred drink? If they don't drink, do they like mocktails or anything like that?

🧊: How does your F/O(s) handle the cold? Do they take it well or start shivering?

🎵: Do you have a playlist for your F/O(s)? Is it about them or is it music you think they'd like? Share it!