#(on my hands and knees begging for someone to do something i'm so bored)

[kwanisms]

Hello dear readers, it's September which means Kinktober is almost upon us. I have planned for the full 31 days this time, taking my old Kinktober from last year, reorganizing and reworking it to make something new! Details and taglist below the cut!

For this year, I will be writing for all of:

Seventeen

Stray Kids

Ateez

I will also be including the Choi Line of TXT as well as DPR Ian & Woosung of the Rose! The kink prompts, creature list (yes, she's also a Creature Feature!), and dialogue prompts (there are two extra and you'll learn why as you read further) for each day is listed below but the idol will be kept a secret until the day of! Don't worry, if you want to read for only one or two but do not want to be tagged in ALL of the Kinktober pieces, you can sign up for only the groups you want to read for. When filling out the taglist, you will be able to select who you want to be tagged in. Check out the prompts below and the taglist will be linked at the very bottom of the post!

Dialogue Prompts

"Don't cover your mouth. I want everyone to hear how good I make you feel."

"Sit on my face."

"Make me" + "God, you're so beautiful when you're fucked out under us."

"I haven't even touched you yet and you're already wet."

"Good boys get rewarded, so behave."

"Is that my shirt?"

"I'm not jealous. It's just that... you're mine."

"I love it when you cry." + "What do you mean you've never cum from sex?" + "Your panties are soaked already."

"Oh no. Not until you beg."

Try to stay quiet for me, kitten. Can you do that?"

"I'm waiting for your permission to let me have my way with you."

"I'm going to have you screaming by the end of the night."

"Lay back and touch yourself, I'm going to watch."

"Aw darling, I almost believe you."

Do you really think you're in a position to give orders?"

"I cannot possibly focus with your damn hand in my-"

"You look so good on your knees."

"I promise I'll be gentle."

"Baby, I asked you a question so if you know what's good for you, you'd better answer me."

"Yell at me again and I'll give you a reason to scream."

"Come here, I'll show you how to make yourself feel good."

"I'm bored, let's fuck."

"Have you never been touched like this before?"

"What? Does that feel good?"

"Baby... you need me that badly?"

Tell me you love me."

"We can't do that here! What if someone sees us?"

"You heard me. Take. It. Off. Now."

"Why are you shaking? You're not scared of me, are you?"

"Were not just friends and you fucking know it."

"Don't act so innocent, I heard you."

The taglist will most likely close at the end of this month, or it might extend into the first week of October. We'll see how it goes but for now, the taglist is open!

[shogunish]

𝗽𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗲.

pairing. true form! sukuna x f! reader

genre. some sort of romance (?)

contents. set in the heian period, true form sukuna, reader is a concubine, after sex + casual nudity, creampie, violence, blood, mediocre poetry that i wrote myself

summary. sukuna who neither loves nor hates anyone, finds himself attracted to the poetry you write so elegantly.

words. 2.4k

note. based on this random sukuna thought i had.

comments and reblogs are greatly appreciated! <3

you had no other choice but to bang your fist against wooden gates in the pouring rain, mud staining your once white robes and strands of hair sticking to your face like a second skin.

"please, let me in!"

what else were you supposed to do when a swarm of curses suddenly terrorized your village, eating your parents' flesh alive and feasting on their corpses once they had died of shock? you had barely made it out of your home, throwing stones at the winged cursed spirits in hopes of gaining some sort of distance, an advantage.

"i'll do anything! i swear!"

you banged your fist harder until splinters pierced your skin and jumped off the wood. but the pain of it wasn't greater than the anguish of losing your loved ones, your home – a place you could no longer return to, a graveyard for the living.

tears of despair ran down your cheeks and you sobbed. wings flapped in the distance. you didn't need to turn around to know that those cursed spirits had caught up to you in the matter of a few minutes. horror crawled up your spine, slinging itself around your neck like the burn of a noose.

"please! i'm begging!"

your heart had already given up when you sunk to your knees, your mind made peace with the fact that this was it. but before you even knew what happened, someone grabbed the collar of your robes, dragged you inside and tossed your body into a puddle of mud like..like you were nothing.

"huh..?" sitting on your knees, your head shot up and your eyes widened once they caught sight of your savior and downfall.

he looked like a beast. four arms and two faces with pink hair slicked back amd an aura that nearly suffocated you. a pair of his arms was crossed over his chest, red eyes glared at you, stared right through the essence of your soul.

ryomen sukuna.

your grandparents always told you stories about him, but you never believed that anyone, or rather anything, like that could exist. nothing but a scary fairytale meant to teach children not to misuse jujutsu or else he'd eat them in their sleep. but he was real. silently, you wished you had listened to grandma and grandpa.

sukuna didn't ask for it, but your trembling body was on autopilot when you lowered your forehead to the wet ground and squeezed your eyes shut.

"do you have any idea how loud you are?" his voice was deep, obviously annoyed by your obnoxious begs and pleads to let you in, to grant you shelter from a horde of lousy cursed spirits.

you dug your fingernails into the ground. "m-my apologies.." your voice died in your throat, hoarse from screaming and begging and trembling out of pure fear. "my village..it got slaughtered and i..i just.."

"did I ask for any of your excuses?" sukuna couldn't care less about your sob story you tried serving him in an attempt to keep your life.

you were about to apologize again when clawed hands grabbed your cheeks, jerked your head upwards and forced you to look at sukuna who appeared to be bored out of his mind. wide-eyed, you stared at him with mud, tears and blood on your face. truly disgusting did you look.

"you said you'd do anything?" sukuna questioned as he regarded your fear-stricken face that looked like it was about to cry again when you dumbly nodded your head.

despite that, he had to admit that your skin seemed well taken care of and the fabric of your robes was neither too shabby nor too expensive. you were neither a farmer nor a noble, but something..in-between.

you reminded him of a poem he once read.

"the ugly little duck that many would have slaughtered

grew into a beautiful swan with grace unknown and beauty unmatched."

a silly swing of mood was all it took for sukuna to change his mind. originally, he wanted to spill the blood of the person who disturbed his rest, but he decided to give you chance to grow into something beautiful, something even someone like him could admire like the poetry he liked to read.

"you'd make a fine concubine." a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips.

was this..it?

you'd get to keep your life in exchange for pleasuring a mass murderer? you cringed at the thought and had half the mind to say that you'd rather be fed to the wolves than existing for a man's pleasure, but then..the images of your killed loved ones flashed before your eyes.

saying those words out loud would result in a painful, slow death. those cursed spirits would tear the flesh off your bones until you'd die of shock or blood loss.

you yielded. you did say you'd do anything.

"yes..i shall be your concubine as a sign of my gratitude."

those words sealed your fate.

sukuna called for someone named uraume, an androgynous-looking person clothed in monk robes and they took you inside where you were not only granted a bath but also a fresh pair of robes. they said they'd show you around the coming morning, that you would be to sleep in a room with the other concubines and that you had nothing to do but satisfy sukuna's sexual desires.

if you were to disobey, you would die.

just what had you gotten yourself into?

.

.

sukuna liked to believe that he didn't care about anyone. people, humans, were nothing but the dirt underneath his feet. maybe even the ants he'd squish if they were lucky enough. but even a curse such as himself found himself drawn to one of the arts humans gave birth to.

it was poetry.

those words would likely never reach sukuna's soul, but he liked the art of putting words together, to think about their meaning. after all, writing was the same as laying your soul bare – similar to showing your nude body to strangers like one of his many concubines.

in full bloom were the cherry blossoms, plum and vibrant. a spring breeze blew by and the engawa creaked underneath sukuna's bare feet. the pond's surface was disturbed by the occasional koi fish getting a little too close to the sun, the water rippled silently before coming to flawless stillness once more.

one more step and a glance towards the ground – what was this? sukuna bent down, picked up a piece of paper and upon turning it around, he was met with fine, onyx brush strokes and a neat handwriting. it was poetry.

sukuna shouldn't be as interested as he was, but maybe it was the good mood he had which allowed him to indulge himself in such silly thing.

"dreams are like bubbles.

fragile and transient, one touch and they cease to exist.

so why is it that i keep blowing bubbles,

hoping that the wind will be more gentle with them than my own fingertips?"

.

.

"if pain is time, then this must be eternity."

.

.

"his claws, so sharp and lethal and drenched in his arrogance's blood, almost feel as gentle as the breeze ringing in the spring."

and when sukuna raised his gaze, wanting to find a trace of the person who wrote these lines with such anguish, ruby irises found your form sitting underneath a tree. a little book was in your hands, black ink on the tips of your fingers as you dragged the brush across the paper. a faraway look in your eyes and glossy lips parted ever so slightly as you wrote down word for word.

who would've thought that a mere concubine, a woman whose purpose was to please sukuna in any way possible, was capable of creating such beauty? of executing such etiquette and carrying the brush with the sorrows of days gone by.

what else was going on in your mind, in that little soul of yours?

"sukuna. is everything alright?" uraume asked as they emerged from a sliding door. they had just come back from aiding the maids with a task that they needed help with and upon coming back, uraume immediately noticed the foreign expression on sukuna's face.

was this..awe..curiosity..or something entirely different? they couldn't tell.

sukuna crumpled the piece of paper in his fist. "yeah. no need to worry." he reassured his subordinate, but..those words were directed to himself as well.

.

.

.

soon after, sukuna requested you more often and kept you by his side for a little while before you'd pick up your kimono from the ground to go back to your own chambers to wash the sin off your body.

candles lit up sukuna's chamber, dipping the walls in hues of orange and yellow as the flame flickered. paintings as well as weapons made for war decorated the space – tools which still scared you, because what could a being such as sukuna do with these weapons? he could likely do worse than just murder you, you thought.

a sheen of sweat coated your nude body. your breasts rose and fell with each deep breath you took and sukuna's marks littered your skin. his bites on your neck, fingerprints on your thighs and the marks of his claws on your hips which were partly bloody. semen leaking from your entrance, you shivered.

"may i assume you're satisfied for the night, sukuna?" you looked up at him through your lashes, eyes still hazy from your orgasm.

sukuna's lower arm was wrapped around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. it was the most gentle touch you had ever received from him.

he hummed as if he was in thought. "..not quite."

immediately, you squirmed into a more upright position, eyes wide and shimmering even in the dim light. "i promise i can do better! if you let me just–" deft fingers attempted to raise the blanket from sukuna's lower half, but he stopped you, shaking his head.

"no, not that. rather.." he trailed off, watching the confusion grow in your eyes. "..i desire to know whether it's you who's lost a page of poetry?" sukuna's voice was deep, smooth like velvet, yet as dark as the abyss in his pupils. "the other concubines wouldn't even know how to write poetry, so..the only one left is you, [name]."

heat rose to your face. ashamed, you raise the blanket up to your collarbone as if it could hide the words sukuna had found. "..how did you..?"

"i found it when i stepped on it." sukuna was gentle when he cupped your chin with his clawed fingers and made you look at him. "consider me impressed."

surprise was written all over your face, lips parted, eyes wide and all that. you swore your heart was beating in your throat. did sukuna, the king of curses, just praise you?

he never praised anyone.

"..pardon..?" you breathed out. was this some kind of dream? a lucid dream? or maybe you were put under a spell? whichever it was..it felt pleasant.

"i'm not going to repeat myself." sukuna brushed a few strands of hair out of your face, tucking the strand behind your ear. "but i am going to keep you by my side. it appears that you're good for more than meets the eye."

that night, sukuna handed you a brush, ink and a piece of paper. he kept you by his side the entire night, wanting to hear the words you put to paper until you had fallen asleep with your head on his shoulder and his marks on your skin.

.

.

.

people said that love came all different shapes and forms: platonic love, familial love, erotic love, the love one held towards a pet and so on. if one were to ask sukuna what sort of affections he held towards you when you sat by his side, filling pages of poetry for him to read, he likely would remain silent.

because as arrogant as he was as the king of curses, as much as he didn't care about anyone but himself, he could not deny the fact that, in your company, he found peace amidst the violence that he caused himself.

sukuna liked the way you sat next to him with no fear, gentle eyes focused on that little notebook and a brush in your hand. silently would you sit next to the catastrophe that was sukuna, pouring your feelings onto paper that would one day fade and crumble like leaves in the wind. yes, even your tranquil self would one day fade into nothing like the ink on your papers.

"will you miss me when it's my turn to go?" you asked without looking at sukuna. a few cherry blossoms petals got tangled in your hair.

sukuna was gentle when he used one of his hands to pick the petal out of your hair. he should've said no without hesitating so long, because despite your appearance, you were awfully perceptive – that much sukuna had learned.

a smile graced your lips. seated next to sukuna on the engawa had become your favorite pastime even though he would use your body later on with no regard for your aching limbs.

"what? am I dear to you?" you teased the king of curses. within the last few months, you had become attuned to each other without meaning to.

"..if it is possible for a curse to love."

a sigh slipped sukuna's lips. he begrudgingly entertained your thoughts. "it seems that my treatment towards you has got to your head, [name]."

at that, you giggle into your notebook, eyes closed and the apples of your cheeks tinting a hue of red. "maybe a little bit. i was merely wondering if.."

sukuna was certain that he didn't love you, but rather the words you wrote. they flowed like water, written with grace unknown and beauty unmatched. each syllable was either fragile like a petal or sturdy like a warrior on horseback. it was funny how your poetry was a reflection of yourself.

when you sat next to sukuna, you were tender but when he'd order you into his chamber, you'd take and obey his orders like a samurai with nothing but moans on your lips.

"my affection has nothing to do with you." sukuna said after a pause.

"how sad." you mused, putting your brush down. "a being who has been living for so long and never experienced any sort of love. it must be lonely."

that day when you pressed a kiss to sukuna's cheek like a lover would, he wondered…if maybe you were attached to him instead.

[thoughtsforsoob]

ateez x reader. voice kink.

i had someone confess to me before that i have a nice/sexy voice???? im a quiet person so i dont talk very much but this person really caught me off guard jsjsjsjsj really appreciate if you could do a smut based on this

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a/n: I am guilty of the voice kink thing too, 🐰 anon 😏😏 i may be a little bit biased but Mingi’s voice does THINGS to me. Thank you so much for this request and I hope it meets your expectations 🩷 inbox is always open and I will be writing up all my other requests soon. I have a bunch so thank you so much!! (Super selfish decision but I’m making this about mingi)

warning: SMUT!! MDNI

Mingi has this really sexy deep voice all the time and to say you love listening to it would be the biggest understatement in the whole world. You could listen to him give the most boring presentation about statistics or something and you’d manage to stay engaged. His voice was just so perfect to you. This got you in trouble sometimes…like in this instance.

Mingi was on a livestream by himself and you’d happened to be in the room with him. You were just staring at him as he spoke and he noticed it no matter how much you tried to hide it. He did his best but not looking over at you with your mouth open with drool provably falling from your lips was so difficult. He also struggled not to look at the way you squeezed your thighs together. He knew immediately it was his voice doing this to you.

After about an hour and a half, his live came to an end. He made his way over to you when he was sure the livestream was off because he knew what was about to ensue. You were sitting on his bed since he had done the livestream in his bedroom. He walked over to you with the sexiest smirk on his lips. He sat down next to you and pulled you close to his side. “You really like my voice huh? Bet it made you super wet. Can I check?” His voice was super low and gravely, only making you putty into his hands. You just nod, not trusting yourself to get out any real words. He lays you down on your back and adjusts himself to hover over your lower half. He gently pulls your sleeping shorts down and throws them on the ground. when he gets to your panties, he smirked at the wet spot he was met with. "oh my goodness. you're so fucking wet. good girl." he groaned. your legs only shake even more when he starts to gently rub your clit over the underwear. he does that for a while to tease you, loving that he got to take in your reaction. when he was done toying with you, he immediately switched up and basically ripped off your panties with a growl. "fuck, you like when im a little rough with you, hmm? say something, princess." he always had a way with words and that only made hearing him talk better. you nod and that did not please him at all. he hands a harsh slap on your slit and you cry out. "i said speak up, slut! you're not going to list to me?" you shake your head, "no no! im gonna listen!" he smirked, "there's my good girl. such a good listener. want me to keep talking? only if you promise to be a good girl and let me fuck you." you nod, "mhm yes! i'm gonna be so good for you!"

he get's a kick out of you basically begging for him to please you. he turns him on more than anything else. he starts to get up and strip himself out of his own clothes. you just watch with eager eyes and that does not go unnoticed by your boyfriend. he smirks over at you and flexes his bicep a little, "like what you see?" he let's out a chuckle when you're basically drooling. he get's back on the bed and flips you over onto your tummy, "get on your knees." he direcnts you and helps you by pulling up your waist. you obey and get onto your hands and knees just like he asked. he get's behind you and gently starts to push inside of you. the sudden stretch makes you squirm a little but he holds you tight. "stay still, little girl. you said you'd obey, didn't you?" you nod and let out a small "yes" to use your voice just the way he wanted you to. he finally pushed all the way into you to where you could feel his hips touching your ass. you whine when he bottoms out. he leans down to have his chest against your back and starts to trust into you slowly. he took this opportunity to lean down and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, knowing you wanted to hear his voice as close as possible. "mm pretty girl. you always make me feel do damn good. how do you always manage to feel this good hmm?" you can't help but blush at the vulgarities coming out from his beautiful, sweet lips.

it's not long before he feels himself on the edge of release. he make sure to check in with you first to see if you're close too. althought, when he asks you, you're too fucked out to answer so he just takes it as a sign to cum. when he feels like he can't hold back anymore, he cums inside of you and groans when he feels you squeeze around him, having felt your own release right then. he kept help but curse at how good it felt. "fuck baby! squeezing me so good! take all i've got. it's all for you!"

tldr: mingi has a sexy ass voice and i love him so much

[ghcstao3]

OMG I NEED YOU TO WRITE THE NEIGHBOURS GHOSTSOAP FIC PLEASE I'M BEGGING YOU PLEASE PLEASE PL

(part 1)

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Ghost wakes up to the sound of someone knocking on his front door—to which he feels the need to frown at, because he hadn’t been expecting any visitors.

When he grumpily swings open the door to find John on the other side, his irritation subsides, just a little.

“Mornin’!” John greets, his grin far too bright for—Ghost lifts his wrist and squints down at his watch—nine in the morning. “Brought you something. Or, well. My Mam made them so I could bring you—“

Ghost raises a tired hand to wag his finger and point at the container in John’s hands, asking in lazy movements, “What is it?”

“Oh!” John blinks. He thrusts the container into Ghost’s unoccupied hand, and somehow his smile grows tenfold. “Tattie scones. Wasn’t sure what you might like, so. Went with something simple.”

Ghost squints at John a moment, before swallowing a yawn as he offers a mumbled thank you and pries open the lid. He holds it out to John, but he just shakes his head.

“I have my own. Just wanted to apologize for the noise.”

Ghost nods, stuffs a scone in his mouth, closes the lid. He then steps aside and gestures for John to enter the flat because he supposes it’s courtesy, and if he’s making tea for one he may as well offer for another.

John follows with a shrug.

“Tea?” Ghost asks. Then pauses, considering, before he scrunches his nose and signs instead, “Coffee?”

John barks a laugh, shaking his head again. “I won’t force you to make coffee if you hate it. Just water, if that’s okay?”

Ghost obliges, traversing his kitchen as John sits politely at the island. He feels eyes on his back all the while he fetches the water and puts on a kettle, but for once Ghost doesn’t feel unnerved by the sensation. In fact, dare he say he feels almost… comforted.

They sit in silence a while as the water boils and even a while after, nothing more than the shriek of the kettle to break it, and Ghost’s quiet compliments to John’s mother for the scones.

After a few tentative sips of tea and a refill for John, Ghost ventures to begin signing a question that had plagued him since meeting his neighbour.

He only mouthes the words as he signs, rediscovering that comfort in silent communication that he’d had to abandon in his retirement if only for not having anyone left to share it with.

“How did you…” Ghost pauses, wincing slightly as he questions, “…have you always been deaf?”

John’s smile has since dimmed considerably, though it’s no less friendly. He only uses sign for about half of what he says, and if Ghost could guess, it’s likely a clashing mix of habits.

“Not always,” John says. “I was in the military. Specialized in demolitions, got too close to an explosion, though my hearing was already shite by then. Had to retire early, but so is life, I guess.”

Ghost smiles weakly. “We’re not so different, then.”

John’s eyebrows knit together with curiosity, so Ghost takes the invitation to continue. Normally, he doesn’t think he’d ever be so open with a near complete stranger—but sharing that background, somehow it seems… easier.

He knows Price would be a right smug bastard about this if he knew.

“Also military. Retired from injury. Knee is fucked.”

John snorts. “I’m sure that’s one way of putting it.”

Ghost shrugs. They fall back into comfortable, companionable silence until John announces he should go, he does have work to attend to.

“What do you do?” Ghost can’t help but wonder.

“Boring office stuff from home,” John tells him. “Art commissions on the side, if I’m up to it. You?”

Ghost huffs. “Working on it,” he mutters. He doesn’t particularly care for John knowing about that.

The man seems to understand anyway, but says nothing of it. He just thanks Ghost again for the company, Ghost thanks him for the scones, and they bid each other a good rest of their day.

It’s weird—as Ghost hears John’s door shut across the hall, he finds he already misses his presence.

Maybe he should dig up some of his mum’s old recipes and return the favour. It’s definitely not an excuse, or anything like that, just… friendly neighbour activities.

Yeah. That’s all it is.

[eyelessfaces]

boyfriend

poe dameron x reader

summary: basically "your boyfriend sucks, and I can be way better than him." GOD I love this trope and I feel like it fits poe so well.

warnings: alcohol. getting cheated on. technically we kinda cheat too but the shitty boyfriend did it first so that's on him. too bad bozo

tags: gn!reader, mutual pining, friends to lovers, poe is fucking perfect, I really want him to be my boyfriend, please poe I'm begging

word count: 1.6k

“Your boyfriend treats you like shit” the words echoed over and over again in Poe’s head and hung over the tip of his tongue, aching to say them out loud. 

You didn’t need to hear the words from him, you already knew that; you were the first one aware that he treated you like shit. 

You had asked Poe if you could spend the evening in his quarters, now sitting on his floor downing a bottle of spotchka between the two of you, explaining that you found one more proof that your boyfriend was cheating on you. 

Cheating on someone was one thing, but being so conspicuous and obvious about it was something else. 

He didn’t even try to hide it; in fact you didn’t know if he tried to, but if he did, he was certainly doing a poor job at it.

You hadn’t been dating for long, and thankfully you weren’t that attached to him, but if he cheated so early into the relationship then did he ever even care about you? Were you so boring that he had to go look somewhere else?

Poe bit his lip incredulously as he looked at you shaking your head in despair before taking a long sip from the spotchka bottle. 

It drove him insane that someone like you dated someone like him, but most of all it drove him insane that someone like him cheated on someone like you.

“I think I’m gonna blaster shot your boyfriend” Poe spat out of the blue, saying it out loud though he didn’t mean to.

“Oh he’s not my boyfriend anymore” you snorted, letting the bottle slide towards Poe as you brought your knees to your chest. He stopped the bottle as the neck hit the palm of his hand, preventing the liquid from spilling out. “He just doesn’t know it yet. But does that change anything for him anyways” you muttered rhetorically under your breath, letting your forehead rest against your knees.

“You know what,” he started, taking a sip from the bottle before continuing. “I always found him obnoxious. Apparently never takes orders correctly and struts around. And he’s gotta be one of the worst mechanics I’ve ever seen in the Resistance. Couldn’t even properly run tests on Beebs. What did you even see in him?” Poe asked raising an eyebrow, still genuinely confused that you dated a guy like this one. It was nonsensical for you to date an asshole of his kind. You were smart, and he knew you wouldn’t let yourself be pushed around because you knew how to stand up for yourself.

“I don’t know.” your lie slipped away easily. What you saw in him was the rich dark curls and deep brown eyes that reminded you of someone. Unfortunately the guy couldn’t compare, and by far. “Maybe I happened to be desperate” you declared, looking back at Poe. it was half true.

Poe chuckled before taking another sip of the washed out blue liquid. He winced at the strong taste of the alcohol, and took his jacket off and put it aside as the warmth of the drink took over his body. 

You sighed and reached out as he handed you the bottle back. “You know what’s the worst part of this? I don’t think I even care.” you admitted letting a groan out when you sat back against the wall.

“Really?” he asked, the expression on your face telling him otherwise. Maybe what you were saying was genuine, but there was something beyond that, and he knew you too well to be convinced of the contrary.

“...Yeah. Does that make me a bad person?” 

Poe snorted and burst into laughs. “Oh sweetheart you’re not the bad person here” he smiled. “But it’s a good thing you’re not suffering from it!” he exclaimed, shrugging. “I wouldn’t want you to be heartbroken over a guy as shitty as this one.”

“Yeah” you mumbled, leaning your cheek over your forearm propped against your knees.

Poe observed you closely. You looked tired, and despite the results of a tough mission and the deception of finding another person’s clothes in your boyfriend’s room you still looked like the most beautiful thing he had ever seen in this galaxy.

“What” you called glancing at Poe, noticing that his gaze was glued and lost on you.

Poe shook his head, looking away from you. “You deserve someone good.” he declared, a small frown on his face as he bit on his lower lip and nodded.

“Yeah well, anyone’s better than him at this point” you chuckled, extending your legs on the floor. Except you didn’t want just anyone. 

Maybe you weren’t sad over the fact that your ‘boyfriend’ was a cheating piece of shit, but you were over one specific cute pilot you had been having a massive crush on for years.

He cleared his throat before talking. “I don’t know if this is what you need to hear but,” he paused, a small smirk growing over his face. “I could treat you right” he shrugged.

“Don't make fun of me” you chuckled, grabbing the bottle at your feet. “I don’t doubt you could treat me well” you admitted, raising your eyebrows before drinking from the bottle.

“I’m not making fun of you” Poe snorted in disbelief. “I’m very serious, I could be a better boyfriend than him. If you let me be”

You looked at him and frowned, trying to decipher whether he was making fun of you or not. You shook your head and rolled your eyes. “Come on Poe, this is the spotchka talking” you said shrugging it off, trying to diffuse the tension, not believing Poe really meant what he proposed.

“You drank way more than me and you’re not even drunk, I can’t be drunk.” he said as a groan escaped him while he got up from the floor. “Look” he paced around the room. “I can still walk straight”

“Pfffff” you sighed, shaking your head before laughing.

“What? Wanna bet that I can be a better boyfriend than that shitpile of a man?” he asked, stopping in place.

“Okay.” he half expected you to take his offer seriously. In his mind, he expected you to decline his offer with a sarcastic comment, and he would respect that you don’t want anything with him. It would break his heart, but at least he would know for certain and would try to move on.

“Really?” he asked raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah” you shrugged, putting the bottle back down on the floor.

He kneeled in front of you, your gaze following him as he did so.

“Really?” he asked again, one side of his mouth rising into a smile.

“Yes Poe” you whispered, the same smirk growing on your face. “Be my boyfriend”

He licked his lips in a quick motion and nodded frantically.

“Okay. Let’s do that” he smiled, and reached for one of your hands. He looked at the ring you were wearing, a ring he had brought you from his homeplanet, Yavin IV. The gesture had made your heart skip a beat.

“Never took it off” you declared as you looked at it too, the carved symbols shining slightly.

“I’ll take you to Yavin IV one day” he promised, bringing your hand to his mouth and leaving a kiss at your knuckles. You smiled at him and blushed a bit, because even if you were accustomed to Poe’s constant flirting, it felt real now.

“I would love that” you smiled back at him, brushing his hair back with your other hand, which shifted to rest on his lightly stubbled cheek.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, 

“Yes you can. Please” you almost implored him.

“Good.” a sly smirk adorned his face before his lips slotted against yours.

It was soft, soft but a bit desperate, and you felt like teenagers all over again. 

You framed Poe’s face and brought him closer, almost making him fall; thankfully he had enough reflexes to block his fall by putting his hand on the wall behind you. You both laughed into the kiss before he pulled away, a dopey smile on his face.

“Fuck your cheating boyfriend” he whispered accusingly, stroking his thumb along your cheek.

“What cheating boyfriend?” you asked sarcastically. “My boyfriend treats me well” you declared, confidence gaining you again.

A laugh escaped from his lips, and he grabbed the spotchka bottle before quickly kissing your forehead.

“I’d stay down there to kiss you more but my knees are starting to hurt” he said getting up again.

“Okay grandpa” you teased him. “But I can get up, you have no excuse” 

“I’m fine with it, and what can I refuse you since I’m the best boyfriend ever?” he asked rhetorically, offering you his free hand to help you get up.

“Straight up best boyfriend ever?” you asked as he helped you up before taking a gulp of the blue liquid and putting the bottle on the table behind him.

“You’ll see!” he exclaimed holding his hands up, raising his eyebrows too. “I’m planning on making up for your latest disastrous relationship so you won’t have to think about it ever again”

You nodded, a downwards impressed smile on your face.

“Sounds like something a perfect boyfriend would do” you admitted.

He softly smiled, a new kind of smile you had never seen on him. “C’mere” he called, extending his arms.

You weakly smiled at him and threw your arms around him, resting your head over his shoulder. He hugged you back and cupped the back of your head. This was possibly the best hug you even received, even if you had hugged him so many times before.

“A hug is nice but where are my kisses?” you teased after a while, looking up at him.

He chuckled before executing himself, taking his role very seriously.

And the next day, the face your ex made when you told him you couldn’t hang out because you already had a date was priceless.

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[kaisers-house-of-desires]

Could I request a male version of Celestia Ludenberg x male reader that acts like Jamil viper

again could he be the ultimate butler and bottom (I feel like I'm torturing you with my requests istg 😅)

-Sunny

A request is a request, dear Sunny. So long as I can work with it, it shall be done.

That being said, please enjoy~

Title: Retrained

Characters: Top!M!Celeste Ludenberg x Bottom!M!Reader (Ultimate Butler)

Contains: dom/master and sub relationship, oral

Fandom: Danganronpa

Full request below the cut

All characters are 18+

MINORS, FEM ALIGNED, AGELESS/BLANK BLOGS DNI

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Being his butler has been nothing short of irritating.

Constant and pointless commands from him were practically your entire day.

"(Y/N), afternoon tea."

"Servant, escort me."

"(Y/N)."

"Servant!"

You felt yourself going insane with every calling command. Ever since he somehow managed to rope you into this job, you had practically been Celeste's dog since day one of being at this school, yet you had no choice. Your family was one of servants. If someone of a higher class chose one of your family, you were destined to serve them.

Afternoon tea came like it did any other day, and you had the pot ready, the additives he typically enjoyed on the side of the platter he carried them in on. As usual, you set up the tea as he liked before standing to the side, tall and attentive as he trained you.

Celeste barely took a sip of his tea before realizing something was different.

"Hmm...this isn't the usual tea."

You remained silent, staring almost blankly ahead. He hadn't allowed you to speak.

"Servant. Speak."

"There weren't enough tea leaves to make the usual pot, sir," you simply replied. "I had to substitute for the remaining leaves."

"You did not ask."

You gritted your teeth, nails digging into your palms in hidden fists to keep your composure. "My apologies. I simply thought--"

"Servants do not think. They simply do." He placed the cup back on the platter, sighing. "And now my afternoon tea is ruined. All because my servant is incompetent."

You took a slow, deep breath, your fuse growing shorter by the second, but you held on, holding tight to the last bit of patience you had.

"I expect you to beg me for forgiveness as you were taught." Celeste crossed his legs, resting his elbow on the arm of the chair and leaning into his hand. "Or have you forgotten how to do that, too?"

You didn't miss a beat in your response. "With all due respect, sir, I do not believe I should beg for forgiveness. The ingredients were beyond my control."

"Well, then you should have gotten Monokuma to go get more, knowing we were low."

"There was enough yesterday, sir. I don't know what happened to them."

"Then you should have stored them away from unworthy tongues."

The back and forth was leaving you fuming, especially with how Celeste would constantly find a way to blame you for this unforeseen incident, yet you remained in position. Despite your annoyance, you always fell back to your roots. Remain seen, remain calm, remain obedient.

Celeste beckoned you over with a single finger, to which you obeyed, and stepped forward. He remained in that same, bored position, eyeing up at you.

"I'm very disappointed in you, (Y/N). First your incompetence, now that running mouth of yours..." A hand slowly reached up, grabbing your black tie and yanking it and you down to a single knee. "Begging for my forgiveness is no longer enough. I think I should teach that disobedient little mouth a lesson." His voice was deeper, darker, more menacing, full of promise. It was enough to get your heart pounding out of fear.

"S-Sir...please, whatever i-it is you plan on doing I--"

"No." He tugged you forward, dropping you to both knees now with a small grunt. "You had your chance. You need to be retrained."

Celeste tugged on your tie once more, urging you closer. Once you were head level with his waist, a sly smirk grew upon the gambler's lips. You gulped softly your face red with embarrassment. That short fuse you had was just gone, a fuse no longer even present. You knew what you were supposed to do, and like a good servant, you obeyed.

Fidgeting with his belt and pants, you eventually got through to his briefs, carefully pulling his musky cock out as he gave a soft sigh. Considering how it was starting to harden, he was already enjoying the relief he got once it was free.

"Now...put that mouth to better use, servant~" he breathed, nudging you in the back with the heel of his shoe.

You hesitated at first, but you soon brought yourself closer, your lips wrapping around the tip in a familiar way. You knew this wasn't the first time he had trained you like this, and...you were ashamed to say that this training was something you were quite fond of, and Celeste picked up on it right away. Perhaps this was a game between you two now so you could indulge yourself in the role you were meant to play. Either way, you were in a familiar and pleasing spot, soon taking more of him into your mouth as he let out a soft moan.

"Oh...~ Good boy~ See, your mouth is good for something~"

You were more than eager to show him just how good your mouth was, so much so that you were already taking him in deep, leaving your prince quickly breathless in his chair. He drapped his legs over your shoulders, pulling you closer while holding onto your head. Celeste was dead set on making you his little oral fleshlight, and you'd be a good servant for him and let him.

His moans were music to your ears, and they seemed to snuff any heated feelings you previously had against him, at least for now. At this moment, you'd obey, listening to your prince.

"O-Oh my...~ That's it~ Get that tongue in on it...~ A-Ah~! L-Like that~!"

If there was one thing you truly enjoyed, it's how Celeste would sound when your mouth was on him. In a way, you had a sense of control over him, or you liked to think you did. With how he sounded, every movement you made released a new tone from your master. Every lick, every slurp, even the depth of his cock in your mouth. You had him in your hands, but Celeste was sure to remind you of your place.

"N-Now...be a good servant...a-and accept my seed in your mouth...~"

He didn't have to command you twice, or really even give you a genuine option as he pressed his legs against you and held your head down, grunting as his cock twitched in your mouth. You sputtered and gagged for a moment, able to gulp in air when he released you. However before you could swallow, Celeste held onto your chin.

"Stick out your tongue," he breathed.

To which, you did. His release coated the slick walls of your mouth and the top of your tongue, a sight he was quite satisfied with.

"Swallow."

Like a dog, you obeyed, and that smirk upon Celeste's face told you that the two of you weren't going to be done anytime soon.

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

So I was wanting to ask if possible 👉👈🥺 the last illustration that I drew was my absolute favorite, I was wanting to see do you think you could write something for it? I would love to see how you would write the scene out especially the tension that is shown from Geto's hand from trying to fight the charms of maid reader. I totally understand if not though ❤️❤️❤️

CW: chubby fem reader, seduction

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"You think you can seduce me, miss Y/N?" he sneered, resting his chin in his hand, leering down at you. You had shown up before him in a pink babydoll, practically naked, getting down on your knees before him. He was curious: he wanted to see how things would go. "Well, then go ahead. Try to seduce me."

You squirmed, leaning forward to place a hand on top of his knee. He was certain that his resolve would be strong enough, but just seeing your delicate hand on his frame made his heart race, his core aching. You ran your hand down his calf, going back up again, reaching his thigh. He watched in silence as you stood up, reaching your full height. One of your legs kneeled beside his, allowing you to get closer. You pulled at his kasaya, slowly undressing him, letting the garment fall and leaving him in his black robes.

"Is this the best you can do, Y/N? I'm so bored, I may fall asleep."

"You seem lonely, Geto-sama." He blinked, feeling your hands peel back his robes, exposing his chest. "I worry about you." He let out a laugh.

"Really now? A maid is worried for her master? How sentimental of you."

"I could help you, if you let me," you whispered, your other knee moving beside him, allowing you to straddle him. "I want to make you feel better."

He hummed, inhaling when your soft hands found his chest, tracing his muscles. Your gentle manicured fingers trailed along his pectorals, making his nipples harden. He wished you'd go lower, touch harder, do something.

"Isn't that what you want?" you asked, pushing back his bangs. "Don't you want me to help you?"

"Heh, when did I ever say that?" he replied, his voice turning breathy as your hands trailed over his hair, fingers combing through it until you reached his hair tie. You pulled it out without warning, letting his hair fall to his shoulders. He half-heartedly reached for the hair tie but gave up when you held it out of reach, electing to rest his hand against your lower back instead. You were warm, even through your thin clothes.

"Geto-sama," you whispered, "aren't you lonely? Don't you miss having someone there for you? Don't you want to be with someone again?"

Your words stung, but he couldn't deny that they were true. He had been lonely, had craved the touch of another for some time now, and you were walking temptation. How could he resist you?

His hands curled in his robes, trying to keep him grounded.

"I..." he trailed off. "You... we..."

"Please, Geto-sama," you almost begged, lips pouting perfectly. "I need you. Just take me."

Geto woke with a start, his body trembling, skin and sheets sticky with sweat. He stared at the wall, revisiting the last few moments of his dream that was quickly fading from his memory. He inhaled quickly, rolling onto his back to stare at the ceiling instead.

"God damn it..." he muttered.

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[bratphilia]

Hi, could I request nsfw bottom! Daniela Dimitrescu. I guess like, her getting surprise domed by a maid just trying to finish cleaning the library. If not, that’s cool. You’re writing is really good and I hope things are well👍

note: i am on my knees begging for more resident evil reqs.

pairing: daniela dimitrescu x reader

tags: oral sex (f receiving), brat taming, dom!reader, sub!daniela

brat (daniela dimitrescu x reader)

daniela is a brat that needs to be put in her place.

the most rowdy of her sisters. always causing the most trouble. always sticking her foot out to trip a maid, causing them to drop something important that ends in them getting dragged into the cellar, never to be seen again.

she decided you would be her latest victim of her mischief. you were bent under the table, collecting a stack of — probably purposefully —placed books scattered below the desk. then the telltale sign of flies audibly swarmed into your view and around you. you let out a sigh as they took the form of the youngest daughter of castle dimitrescu.

daniela gasps in faux surprise. "oh, my! look at the lewd position you're in little maid, careful or someone might just..." she emphasizes by thrusting her hips against your clothed ass. she laughs at your pretty little shocked reaction.

you roll your eyes and stand upright, facing her. your faces are inches apart. "i have work to do, unless you'd like me to inform your mother that you're sleezing around."

daniela's look of amusement dissipates. "you're no fun."

the threat of telling lady dimitrescu on her was something unique to just daniela, even though it was still a hit or miss if she would actually care. in reality, the lady of your castle would probably side with her daughter anyways instead of some virgin maid.

you ignore her and move on but she persists. "oh, come on! play with me! fight back — do something, i'm so bored! you're not like the other maids, you know, they just take it. not like you."

you get an idea. she's right, you don't entertain her mischief. you stop, back still turned to her direction. "you want to play? let's play."

you turn around. it's your turn to gage her reaction. for the first time, daniela is visibly dumbstruck. "don't just stand there, get on your knees," you command.

mouth parting open to say something, she actually decides against it for once in her life. slowly she gets on her knees and you marvel at the sight, smile growing on your face. it's hard to enjoy the pleasures of life working in this castle, so you've struck gold. you wish you could take a picture. the view of daniela resting on her calves, slinky dress flowing behind her with her hands clasped politely in her lap is truly a sight for sore eyes.

"good girl," you coo, approaching her. she smiles and lets out a small, brief laugh.

you suddenly pull down her hood, revealing red hair, and she, surprisingly, giggles even more. you lift your dress and sling a slightly unsteady leg over her shoulder. immediately her hands fly to your panties before you scold her, tsking. "no hands or i'll have to tie them."

daniela looks up at you, desire burning in her eyes. she wants you to tie her hands. maybe some other time, in a place less public than the library. "some other time, i promise," you say, without thinking.

her eyes widen at that. you promise there will be another time.

not wasting any more time, you pull your panties to the side and beckon her foreward with a 'come hither' signal. she dives in eagerly, tongue laving up and down your slit with barely any consistency whatsoever. she's lapping at you like she's drinking water. slurping the area around your clit, never quite reaching it, and your hole.

what daniela lacks in skill she makes up for in her neediness; her eager to please you. it gets you even wetter to think about how much she wanted this. she's moaning and practically growling against your cunt. you have to bite back your respective moans to remain the facade of being unimpressed.

"sooo good," she murmurs against you.

"don't talk with your mouth full."

[just-some-random-blogger]

An angst where Dream and Y/N are expecting a baby, Dream misses the birth of the child because he was helping Calliope

First Love

Dream of the Endless x Reader

Summary: You saw the ask. Girl, what the fuck, why the fuck would dream do that to his fucking baby mama? -sincerely, me.

Word Count: 1k+

Warning: Mentions of pregnancy/birth pains/postpartum depression, fem!reader, established relationship, angst, clown shit, typos, etc.

A/N: I'm gonna say it anon, you got issues. i stared at this ask and wondered what i could possibly write for this. at some point i asked myself if i could even write it. here's your answer. suffer... ig... idk angst does not flow naturally from me lol [I JUST FINISHED WRITING IT HAHAHHAH SUFFER] i guess this goes out to all the mothers; idk if mothers read my fics but i see you and i salute you for going through birthing and/or raising children. i hope if you can relate to what reader is going through, you seek help. you aren't crazy. you just had a life altering thing happen to you. you deserve sanctuary. ALSO DO YOU SEE HOW SOFT THEY ARE IN THIS GIF WHAT THE FUCK WHY AM I WRITING THIS? I WISH I WERE CALLIOPE IN IT PLEASEEEEEEEE

He had been caressing my bump when he pulled away and looked afar. I asked him what was wrong. Dream told me she was in trouble. She was calling for him.

"Who's she?"

"Calliope."

Calliope. The muse. The beauty. The one he loved before me.

"Then you should go to her," I mutter under my breath, stoic, as I rub my belly.

"But you are due to give birth soon," his face tenses in concern.

I relax when he places his hand atop of mine and pulls me against him.

"Then don't go to her."

I feel him tense against me. My mouth goes dry.

I pull away from him and see his glassy blue eyes. I feel like retching. I suck in a deep breath and reach out to his cheek, "you are a king, and you said she was in trouble."

Dream's brows furrow.

"You know what it's like to be in trouble and helpless... I am sure she would not call to you if she was not desperate."

I do not know if I say this to soothe him or myself.

But it was apparently enough to convince him.

He grabs my face and kisses my forehead, "I shan't be a long."

But that was a lie.

One that would mark our end.

It all happened so quickly. It was like he left and then the next thing I knew I was giving birth.

I could do nothing but sink in my pain and heartache as I screamed for his name. I called him, Dream, Morpheus, my king, my lord, my love, but he did not come.

He did not come as I began to deliver our child. He did not come as I lamented over my agony. He did not come to me when the baby made it out to the Dreaming. He did not come to me when I stared at the nursing the creature in my arms.

He did not come to the mother of his child.

But then again I realized, so was she; Calliope also bore him a child.

The only difference between her and me was that when she called for him, he came.

And so, I did not want this... thing in my arms.

I did not want something who looked so much like someone who clearly did not want me.

I counted the moments of his return, every second, every minute, every hour; all I did was stare at the clock on the wall.

Lucienne begged me to eat, to sleep, and to nurse that thing and it was only because she wept on her knees that I even agreed to do any of it.

I did not understand... I thought I was meant to be fiercely protective of this creature I had carried inside me. He was made out of love. I spent days perfecting his room, going through countless books to prepare myself for his arrival, sifting through countless names. I thought I would be overjoyed by him, but I don't think I would even care if Lucienne tires of playing mother and forgets to have me nurse him... not even if he eventually stops crying altogether.

The boy was 'til now even nameless, and I could not care less.

"My love."

My whole world stills when I hear this.

He was here. He was finally here.

My breathing is heavy as I walk over to him. He has a smile on his face and even lifts his arms up for me. I do not fall into his arms.

"You've been gone for two days," I mutter over my heavy breaths.

Dream diminishes the space between us and swipe the tears streaming down my cheeks, "I apologize. I did not ex-"

"I called for you," I blurt, "I called for you for hours during my labor."

"And I heard everyone of them, but I cou-"

"But you stayed with her!" I shove his hands away, "but you did not come to me."

"The circumstances did not allow me to-"

Dream does not get to continue when the thing wails from afar.

Soon enough Lucienne comes to us, much more relieved about the return of her master than I. I feel a bitterness rise up my throat when the cries are quickly silenced when the thing is handed to his father. He seemed to recognize him, just as he was recognized.

Dream was clearly overjoyed by him. It was repulsive.

Lucienne calling my name is what brings her king out of his trance. She continues reluctantly, "he shall need to be nursed soon."

Tears continue to stream my face as Dream finally catches my expression.

"My love, I-"

"Do not call me that."

His face falls. His being darkens. His child begins to wail again because of it. The sound angers me.

Lucienne leans towards Dream and whispers something that makes tears streak his face.

I decide then it was enough.

Now that I had seen him, there was no reason for me to stay. I turn to the ring on my hand, the ring that allowed me to travel from his realm back to the waking world, the ring that reminded me of his broken promise to always be there for me. I rub it, willing it to take me away.

A portal opens.

Dream snatches my hand right after Lucienne gets his child from him. He calls my name, and it makes me recoil. I yank out of his grip and flare.

"I do not want to be anywhere near you or that THING ever again!"

"He is your child," Dream whispers as he reaches out to my face, "born out of our love-"

"But you do not love me!" I quip and shove him away, "you would not abandon someone you love!"

"No one is abandoned."

"YOU CHOSE HER!" I shriek, heaving deeply, more and more annoyed by the continuous cries in the air, "now I'm going to choose me."

"You are... unwell," Dream words carefully as he draws nearer.

"And you are nothing to me!" I spit back.

I watch him fall to his knees.

Lucienne gasps when parts of the hall begin to crumble, "my lord!"

"You were my everything. There was nothing, no one before you," I mutter as I rub the jewel of my ring one last time, "but now you are nothing, no one before me."

I slip my ring off and cast it away just before I disappear from the Dreaming.

[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

miss ma'am red I am BEGGING ON MY HAND AND KNEES for my boy Lucien as a yandere with a Y! listener you can do whatever you want run wild and go crazy I just love your writing sm and trust ill be the first person to read it TYSM <33

Am I an angel?

Tw GRAPHIC torture described** in here. EDIT: I need to get better at describing my writing ngl

Lucien knew that Angel had some shit wrong with them, but so did he so he really didn't care. Plus he was a demon if they liked some sick shit he can handle it! Their his Angel after all, but after finally getting a human form because he needed to help Angel with money. The demon was annoyed by the attention he would get from the people in the apartment complex.

Like Ronan Antonina was a pale man and he lived on floor three, room 13 and he kept trying to flirt with Lucien. Even though Lucien kept telling him fuck off basically because the demon already had someone who matched his freak. Angel when ever they saw him flirting with their boyfriend would give the pale man a sinister glare when he wasn't looking. Lucien knew Angel was going to do something, both were aware Angel is willing to do fucked up shit for him.

"Angel, if he pushes it too far you can deal with him." Calmly saying the demon put food on his lovers plate. Angel was gripping their fork tightly as they looked at the kitchen table and Lucien saw the gears turning.

"I want to kill him..." Ominously saying as they looked up to meet their partner's gaze. Lucien, being a demon could feel people's desires it was the most basic ability a demon has. The taller man knew all along but now hearing it he smiled at them understanding.

"I know, don't worry Angel. I'm a demon! I'll help as much as I can." Those words made his partner smile widely and come up to hug him. They felt like their feelings of wanting to hurt Ronan and imagining how to kill the man whenever they got the chance was wrong. But getting the validation was nice why did they ever worry? Their demon would kill for them too if he felt the need to do so!

Months passed and Ronan kept pushing, so one day Angel went to his apartment to talk to him. They wanted to be civil first before actually killing him, Angel wanted to make sure that he should get the fucking hint finally.

"You're going to stop coming near my boyfriend or I'm going to deal with you." Looking into the man's soul with crazy eyes that meant what they said. But they got a scoff and eye rolling as a reply to their threat, as if Ronan thought they wouldn't.

"Okay sure I'll stop, but sweetie that's a man that everyone wants piece-" Smug words were interrupted by Angel stabbing the table between the two. Head ticking to glare straight into his eyes as they started to giggle manically. The knife they held was huge as they ripped it out of the little coffee table and pointed to Ronan.

"I'm going to say this ONCE you fucking stupid blonde bitch. If you look at him or even THINK of MY boyfriend I'll gouge out those eyes and eat your fucking heart. You know what? I'm going to give you a week to get the FUCK out of this apartment complex and never come back." Ronan flinched back as Angel leaned into his personal space, and nodded frantically. Regret was all over his face as he shakily told them he would and slowly getting up Angel left.

Ronan then thought of telling someone...Lucien! He can help him, the taller man was always so sweet to him! Going to his door before opening it he heard the conversation outside. Was that...Angel and Lucien?

"Angel, did you scare him good? Do I need to go in there and finish him off?"

"No, love don't worry. If he knows what's good for him, he'll leave quickly."

Hearing the voices Ronan finally caught the hint that Lucien wanted him. But what about the glaces they shared? The tan man always looked so bored outside chatting with the other neighbor's but smiled at him always! Buzzing from his phone caught his attention, he was added to a group chat called 'Ronan's the problem.' reading the text messages he saw how everyone didn't like him. Angel was the one who texted the chat telling how Ronan threatened to make Lucien leave them.

Angel lived in the apartment complex for a very long time, long enough for everyone to know them. The people were angry and always reported what Ronan was doing when chatting alone with Lucien. While the demon told them how he felt like he needed to be nice to make the other man leave him alone. Shame raised in Ronan as he read every little detail of what he did to make Angel and Lucien uncomfortable.

Crying himself to sleep he thought of trying to get some people on his side. But when he left his apartment the next vouple of days everyone either glared at him and turned away or ignored his presence. Ronan was now isolated from everyone and he couldn't do anything about it because he was the one trying to ruin a perfect relationship.

After the deadline Angel gave him was up he decided to go and talk to them. But when he finally got into the elevator he took it to go to Lucien and Angel's floor. The door open and he saw Angel being surrounded by a group as they sobbed in Lucien's arms.

"-And he threatened me! I was only trying to tell him to leave Lucien alone! Look these are the text messages he sent me last night!" Threats of killing Angel by gorging out their eyes and feeding Lucien their heart even using their skin as a suit if their boyfriend didn't love him. Everyone was looking shocked and disgusted as some tried consult Angel to call the police. Lucien caught Ronan ad he towered everyone in the crowd, and gave him a nasty glare.

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOUR DOING HERE?" Shouting angrily it made everyone snap their heads to where Lucien was glaring at. When seeing who it was everyone started to glare at Ronan and cussing him out. Angel seeing him gave him a smirk as everyone's eyes were on Ronan, causing the other man to shout.

"YOU FUCKING LIAR! I NEVER-" When shouting he step towards the group and Angel flinched back hard beginning to crying harder begging Ronan not to hurt them. The group got into a defensive position and a old lady smacked Ronan with her purse.

"How dare you yell at them like that! Sick bastard get the hell out! GET!" Hitting him more other people tried to stop her but Ronan pushed her hard. That caused hell to break loose as people grabbed him roughly for pushing the older lady down. A retired police officer that was on the floor handcuffed him and told Ronan he was under citizen's arrest for threatening a person and harming a old lady.

Still not believing this was true he shouted and begged everyone to check his phone. One girl did unlocking it easily after getting the code from the cuffed man and gagged as she looked through it. There was pictures and video's of Lucien doing different things; changing, walking, and even having sex with Angel. Hearing this Ronan heart dropped as Lucien looked at him in disgust, while Angel fell to the ground.

The girl, Lily, looked through the phone more and found the text messages. Then found a chat where Ronan was placing on kidnapping Angel and killing them in a warehouse outside of the city to finally be together with Lucien. Going into silent shock Ronan couldn't defend himself anymore, he was ruined no one would take his side.

But how did all of this get on his phone? Looking at the couple again both has wicked smiles looking at him. They...they both did this to him....realizing that he began to screech accusing them of breaking into his apartment and putting all of that in his phone. But the text messages were dated weeks ago and pictures had different days plus the time it was taken. Thinking back Ronan remembered he lost his old phone a while ago...Angel must of took it! They were fucking crazy!

They weren't a fucking Angel! They were a fucking demon! And Lucien- his thoughts were interrupted as Lucien showed his true form as everyone was distracted. Horns flared for a second and his skin turned red showing Ronan that he fell for a demon.

Screaming everyone ignored him as Angel was guided back to the apartment by Lucien. The retired cop told the couple he would deal with it, asking some of the younger men on the floor to help carry the crazy bastard downstairs where the cops were. The small group got into the elevator with all the evidence on the phone and as the door closed Ronan saw Angel giving the most sinister smile they can.

[ajulisz]

Someone is trying to sell pets to our Lady

Relationship type: You're Alcinas pet

MC Pronouns: They/Them

CW: Slavery (trade, chained - but not you), mention of death, mention of cannibalism, chocking, pet names, collar, some petting for you at the end because you deserve it :)

A/N: Do I still need to mention that you have a dom/sub dynamics outside the bedroom even after all this warnings?

*Althought me and my gf re-read this, good to remind that English is not our first language so there's still probably some typos*

With an eyebrow raise your Lady's eyes snapped from you to the merchant in front of her, it was normal this time of the year for some travelers to request meetings with her, normally she doesn't even look at them, too bored with fiddling with the strings of your collar or amusing herself with their fear to find anything of theirs interesting. But the bare mention of her pets always caused a reaction on her, a kind of possessiveness always took control.

- Hello my Lady, I'm a mere trader, I came from far away because I heard that your... pets, are the most behaved ones.

- Yes, they are. Go straight to the point, what do you have.

- Oh, simply other 'pets', I travel the world collecting and selling them to the best leaders.

She liked the flattering, the immortals trying their best, getting on their knees bowing and begging her for the mercy that only she could concede because it was genuine coming from their fear and admiration. But adulation was out of question, and it was the first and last strike to make her lose interest.

Making them believe that she still cares was simply a fun way to keep them in line while crushing their hope and making it seem like it was their fault.

- Is that so? Why don't you show me then, let me see what you have.

From the chain in the merchants hand he pulled four men in front of him, hitting them on the knees to make them stay on the floor. Moving around he started to point to what clearly once was a muscular man, now was malnourished and had an ugly face which made the Lady's insides move with disgust.

- This is one of my strongest, he-

- Oh please, show me the women and the non binaries, not the men. And let me be the judge, no need for your stained percipience.

With a flush on his face he tugged again with his chain bringing three other people on their knees.

-Yes, I'm sorry my lady. These are the ones that I have.

Your mistress eyes slowly scanned their bodies, not only the men but all the other where in a clearly state of bad care.

- Look at their faces, it looks skinnier than a healthy person should, what kind of master are you?

You were put out of the picture when she was talking, sitting on the floor on the side of her chair like a dog would sit next to its owner.

You never cared to listen to the traders that came much less dared to speak without Dimitrescu's permission. It was how you were trained to do, "don't talk, don't move, don't look, sit still until I give you an order" and she tugged your collar which meant for you to get up.

- Do they know any tricks? Or at least are they obedient? Even my current pet, as you can see, is in a better shape than your strongest man.

The man's mouth opened to say something but he stopped at the moment she raised her eyebrow again with a glare. Your eyes were faithfully looking at her hands, just waiting for the minimum order that always seemed unnoticed to others "that's what makes it magical my pet, don't you think it's more enjoyable to see their shaking knees when you obey me without me using a single word? For them is like I took control of your mind, a fair warning that I could and will the same to them if it pleases me". The lady started speaking.

- You see... pets are mere reflexes of their owners, be a good owner and they will be a good pet, be a sharp owner and they will be submissive and agile. My pet is both of this things, they went through a rough training and made a lot of mistakes in the beginning, but you have to reward them for good behavior and provide their basic needs or they will stop obeying you at certain point... because they will be dead.

There it was, a different movement of hand when she started speaking and you got closer. Her hand was passing through your body tentatively, fingers and pointy nails poking the betweens of your ribbs and finally stopped around you neck.

- Isn't it better when they die for you? When you say just one word and, while they excitedly obey, you are able to see the life fading from their eyes and feel their pulse slowly stopping around your hands?

She said and looked deep in your eyes supporting her face on her hand on the chair arm while a smirk appeared and she started squeezing your neck.

The mans eyes got bigger, he was clearly scared but you couldn't even care enough about him or the others, all you could feel at the moment was your mistress full and overwhelming presence. The lack of air, the control she had on you, all of that made your head dizzy, your fingers slowly crawling up to hers, squeezing it, begging for more.

- I- I'm sorry my lady, it was not my intention to offend you. Bu-but my pets are really obedient, they're just like that because of the extensive travel-

- Shush

The Lady's eyes rolled in annoyance, she have forgotten that the man was still standing there, lost in your breathless lust sounds that kept her in a trance. She stopped holding your neck making you fall to your knees with the weakness and struggle of recovering the air that was denied to you and motioned for you to sit on the floor in front of her. Which you obeyed, crawling to your place.

- I do not see a world where your... slaves, would be a good suit for me, maybe try to make some other fool buy them because a thing in such state is not worth a penny.

- But my la-

- Goodbye.

Her hand slowly moved to your head, and she started scratching the behind of your ear which meant that you could relax, you backed a bit and rested your head on her leg with a satisfied smile and closing your eyes when she got back to petting the top of your head for her own comfort giving a tired sigh.

- Man things get even more imbecile with the years, don't you think little one? Girls! Come here!

A smoke of flies took the whole space around you and your mistress, making three heads peak out of it.

- Yes mother?

- In our path there will be a group of humans, you may hunt and kill the leader but bring back the chained ones, put them in the maids wing, ask the maids to provide them food, water and call Monique so she can attend to their medical needs.

- Consider it done mother.

The girls said giggling and flying to the exit in the same direction of the man which made you open your eyes and you look up at your mistress with a questioning face

- Oh please sweet thing, don't look at me like that, did I not promise you that I would not dispose of you? There ain't no way that Mistress is going to train a human again, too much trouble when I have you in a perfect shape, but at least the girls can have a feast in some months and we can produce new scarecrows for the vineyard with them.

[necrotic-nephilim]

Hear me out, dead dove alfred x dick

YES YOU GET IT. YOU SO GET IT.

i am *begging* for more Alfred inclusion in Batcest on my hands and knees. i'm a Tim/Alfred truther, but Dick/Alfred is so fun. there's always this default characterization in the Batfam that Alfred is good and this pillar of support and the Grandfather who everyone trusts and leans on. and that is boring to me. (also not really canon imo, Alfred condones and acts on a lot of shitty behavior-) but it's fun to play with as a subversion. when someone like Dick gets taken in by Bruce, he barely registers the kindly butler. and of course he bonds with Alfred eventually, but it's a wholesome bond. Dick will always be fighting with Bruce about something, which makes Alfred the respite. the one who helps with homework, stitches him up after patrol, talks to him about his problems, etc. so to make Alfred the more predatory, fucked up one? that's fun. it's fun bc Dick wouldn't *expect* it.

like. it'd start just small and slow enough that Dick is questioning if this is wrong or not. Alfred has seen him naked in just about every position to stitch those awkward to reach places, so if Alfred walks into Dick's room when he's naked or goes into the bathroom when he's showering well, it's a little weird but boundaries are weird in general for all of them. if Alfred's touch lingers when he's stitching up Dick, he positions Dick in compromising ways, well he's the medical expert and Dick trusts him.

and then when it tips over into overtly sexual it get so fun bc. it's not like Dick can tell Bruce. Alfred is basically Bruce's father and entire support system, Dick doesn't want to take that from him. and when Alfred touches him he uses all the grooming tactics. telling Dick he's mature for his age, he's not like other teenagers, he's so pretty, eh can be trusted with important things, all of it laid on thick. Dick's been canonically groomed, so it's clearly a tactic that works well on him, esp from someone he'd already trust like Alfred.

i just think that Alfred being so willing to agree with Bruce adopting all these teenagers he clearly has no emotional capacity to take care of. is something we could take advantage of in a dead dove way. a reasonable adult would object to this. but making Alfred groom them is fun. and like i said in my dom/sub headcanon post, i think for Alfred it's all a mental game. he's never going to "force" any one to do anything. he talks Dick into it. sure, Alfred can fight and he's not defenseless or frail, but he likes not *needing* to get physical or exert strength. bc if he talks Dick into it, then it's far more questionable if it "counts" as grooming, to Dick. bc Dick agreed to all of this and it's *Alfred*, he could've easily fought him off. it's a very fun mind game and to me, the most fun part about including Alfred in Batcest as the morally questionable one.

[sirphrogington3rd]

Info: Aemond x Martell wife, think after Aemomd killed Luke, Rheanyra takes revenge by killing You and Aemond's children

Warnings!!: gore, blood, child m6rder, angst, violence, child d3ath

Authors note: I'm currently writing a fic for them on my Wattpad, this just was a thought that came to me at the hellish hours of the night and I can't stop thinking abt it. I started sobbing while writing this so beware!

*Angst ahead*

Aemond had become ever more productive over you and the newly born twin babes your bore only months prior, he had not told you about the accident with Luke nor did he want anyone else to let you in of the brewing storm.

One night, Aemond fell asleep at his desk, and you lie in bed comfortably with your babes, their tiny sleeping forms bringing you comfort, Fluffy's beastly body curled at the foot of the bed. You heard something shift in the room, like someone climbing in through a window

you sat up, "Aemond?" you called to the shadows

only to quickly realize Aemond was still sleeping on his desk, exhausted. You looked back into the shadows as a glint of metal shown in the blackness, you take your babes into your arms, and look back as a man in a cloak steps closer to your bed

"Who are you?"

Your head whips around at the sound of struggle behind you, Aemond. knife to his throat, keeping him from helping you. Tears sting your eyes as the welled spills from your tear ducks. Now each babe screaming in fear.

"Please! I beg you do not hurt them!" you cried

"This is payment," the man says, "but you may choose, an option your husband did not grant Rhaenrya."

You look back at Aemond with confusion, "What?" your voice shallow, soft... scared

"choose which of your sons die."

You had the lives of your sons and your husband in the line, if you order your tiger to attack they'd kill Aemond and the babes. You shifted to sit on your knees

"I beg you, do not kill my children!"

"If you will not pick, I shall," the man spoke reaching for the babe with white hair

you yelp at the feeling of a babe being ripped from you. You plead, cried, begged, offered finery, your body, anything. Aemond said nothing but you could hear his weeps. You screamed as the assailant drove his knife into your baby. You took in a shaky breath, face contouring into a horrified, and painfilled expression. the crying of the child fading into silence as the men made their escapes.

You in shambles place your brown-haired babe beside Fluffy and crawl from your bed, tears flowing like a violent storm, drenching your night clothes as you fell to your knees where your bloodied child lay.

"My sweet boy," you whispered pulling the child into your arms, "My sweet summer child."

You rocked back and forth as you cradled the child, you wailed, sounds of pure anguish. You placed your forehead against the dead babe's, holding his tiny hand.

You wailed, a scream full of hate, and sadness, Aemond made his way to your side.

"This is all your fault..." you said

He just held you as he mumbled apologies. Fluffy took your live babe by the blanket it was swaddled in and jumped from the bed, placing the screaming child in front of you and Aemond, he scooped up the child as the feline rested its head on your leg but you were inconsolable.

[wheels-of-despair]

Worth It | Ralph Penbury x You | Masterlist

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Summary: You and Ralph have a heart-to-heart after the shopping incident. Words: 1.9k

Ralph was always nervous when you were late. He wondered if something bad happened to you on the way. Or if your mother had found out who you were really meeting. Or if you'd found someone better. Or that you'd simply decided he wasn't worth your time.

But when you stumbled in to your secret little place today, your eyes and nose were red. He jumped up immediately, gently grasped your arm, and escorted you the final few steps to the bench.

"Are you alright? What's happened?"

"It's nothing, Ralph." He was not convinced.

"It is very clearly something. What's upset you? Is there anything I can do?" You stare at the ground and nudge a twig with your shoe. Ralph desperately wants to press the issue, but with great effort, bites his tongue and opts to let you continue on your own time.

"Why do you meet me out here every day, Ralph?"

Your voice is so quiet when you finally speak, Ralph doesn't think he heard you right. "Pardon?"

You look up at him and ask, louder this time, "Why do you meet me out here every day?"

"Because I enjoy your company?"

You close your eyes and sigh. He panics. Was this the wrong answer? Are you going to leave him?

"Is that not the answer you were looking for? Tell me what you want to hear, and I will say it."

"Why, Ralph?"

"Because I adore you!" You shake your head and look away. He feels a sinking feeling in his gut. "Do you doubt that I adore you?"

"How could you, Ralph?"

How could he? What had he done? "If I've done something to displease you, please tell me what it is so I can apologize and correct my mistake."

You lean forward and place your head in your hands. Ralph racks his brain, trying to think of anything he's done that could have distressed you so.

"Please, tell me what I've done to upset you. Whatever it is, I'm sorry, and it will never happen again."

You sob. SOB. Ralph has made you sob. He launches himself to the ground, on his knees in front of you, prepared to beg for forgiveness. He places his hands on your knees, and you sit up out of shock.

"Ralph, what are you doing, you're going to get dirty down there."

"I don't care, please tell me what I've done, and let me atone for it."

"You haven't done anything, Ralph."

"Then tell me what's wrong!"

"This."

"This?"

"This, Ralph. This is what's wrong." Ralph has never been more lost in his life. "Look at you," you gesture, "and look at me." He follows your instructions, and still has no idea what you're talking about.

You heave a sigh and continue.

"In what world could this possibly work? You're bright, you're funny, you're handsome… you're perfect, Ralph. You're everything a girl should want. And I'm…" you gesture vaguely to yourself, "this. I'm plain, I'm boring. Hell, I'm one gray hair away from being officially declared a spinster. Why are we still pretending this could work?"

Ralph feels his heart break. It's happening again. This is the nicest rejection he's ever faced. Even in the final moments of your relationship, you're so kind that you make it sound almost as if you don't think you're good enough for him.

Wait.

Is that it?

"Do you not think you're…" He's not sure how to say it politely. If he's read this wrong, it will be the death of him. Possibly literally.

"I'm not good enough for you, Ralph." It's like you read his mind.

Ralph lets out a surprised laugh, and your eyes fill with tears. "No, no," he reaches forward and places his hands on yours. "I've been trying to convince myself that I'm good enough for you this whole time." You scoff. "Really," he continues, "you're the smartest person I know. And the kindest. And definitely the prettiest. I lie awake at night and worry that you'll meet someone more handsome, or less annoying, in the hours we're not together."

"You don't have to lie to me, Ralph."

"I'm not! I swear it, I'm not!"

"Ralph, you cannot honestly look at me and say I'm the prettiest person you know."

He makes a point to look deep into your eyes, and then he says firmly, "you are the prettiest person in the world." Because you're mine, he thinks. He still sees the doubt in your face, but he can't look away. You close your eyes, and another tear streaks down your cheek. He brings his hands to cup your face.

"Who's put these wicked thoughts into your head, darling?" Ralph Penbury is not a violent man, but he's prepared to fight whoever is responsible for this.

You turn your head and begin to shake. He comes closer to hold you and whisper soothing things in your ear until eventually, you begin to calm down. You take a shaky breath and look at him, then laugh. He's never met a more confusing person in his life.

"You should get off that cold ground and back up here before you catch your death. This is going to take a while." He smiles and joins you on the bench once more, sitting sideways and holding your hands in the middle as you begin telling your tale.

"And then I ran out, leaving all those clothes for the sales girl to put away. Poor Anna was so nice to me. I took up half her morning, and she didn't even get a commission out of me. I'll never be able to show my face there again."

"What shop was this?"

You tell him the name, picturing sweet Anna staring miserably at all the dresses she'd have to hang back up by herself.

"I cannot tell you how sorry I am about my sister."

"She's not your fault," you chuckle.

"I know," he says, "but she ought not say such things."

"She wasn't wrong," you say, picking at the fabric of your dress.

"She was."

You shoot him a look. He doesn't need to lie to you.

"You don't have to dress differently because of me."

"It wasn't… just because of you." He looks at you curiously, and your eyes return to the twig-covered ground. "I just…" You struggle with your words, wanting to explain that it wasn't for him, but because of him. Since Ralph had entered your life, everything felt different. YOU felt different. Like maybe you didn't want to be the boring girl who was just there, blending into the background, anymore. But how do you put something like that into words without sounding crazy? You sigh in resignation. "I just thought it was time to try something different."

"I quite like the way you look."

"Right," you said sarcastically. He tried, you'll give him credit for that.

"Really," he insists, "your fashion sense makes you look distinguished."

"Old-fashioned," you counter.

"Elegant," he offers.

"Antique."

"Dignified."

"Primitive."

"Appealing."

"Like a potato."

"Stop that!"

"Ralph, no one bats an eye when they see us together because they think, 'oh look at that kind young man, helping that dear old schoolmarm who's misplaced her glasses, what a gentleman!'"

"You're only a year older than me!"

You laugh. Your mood has improved greatly after your talk with Ralph, and you're only playing with him. However, he hasn't quite caught on yet. You watch the realization dawn on his frowning face. His furrowed brow shoots up, and then lowers as he tilts his head with the faintest trace of a glare. He's never able to look angry for more than a few seconds at a time. It's adorable.

"I don't like it when you talk about yourself that way," he says quietly.

"And I don't like it when you do, either," you match his tone. "You're not annoying. And finding someone as handsome as you would be a real challenge. Especially on the short walk between home and here, since this is practically the only place I ever go," you say with a wink.

He blushes and looks down at your hands, which he's still holding, after all this time.

"I suppose you're wondering why?"

You cock an eyebrow.

"Why I haven't proposed," Ralph clarifies. You'd left nothing out of your unfortunate shopping story.

"Ralph, I'm not fishing for a proposal," you attempt a smile.

"You don't think it insulting that you're the only girl in London I haven't proposed to?" he asks bitterly.

"Should I?" It comes out a little more harsh than you intended, and he flinches. You immediately feel a pang of guilt.

"How many girls have you proposed to?" you ask, your voice softening. You'd always thought the rumors of Ralph's marriage obsession were overblown, but now he had you worrying.

"Three."

"Three?"

"Three," he confirms.

You laugh. He looks at you as if he's offended.

"That's all? Three?" You laugh harder. "Ralph, the way everyone talks, I thought you were at least in the double digits. Three is nothing!"

He still looks downtrodden. "It's still three rejections. Don't you want to know what's wrong with me? There's a list."

"Ralph, there is nothing wrong with you. You just picked girls who weren't ready for all the love you have to give. It's their loss."

Ralph's eyes begin to water.

"Stop that," you order. "This bench has reached its daily crying limit. You'll have to wait until tomorrow."

He laughs.

The next morning, you were putting a book back on the shelf in the library when you heard a commotion in the entrance hall. Peeking your head out, you saw a large stack of boxes accumulating near the front door. You came out to investigate.

"What's all this?" you asked Nancy, the pretty blonde maid, who was holding the door open.

"Didn't you go shopping yesterday?"

"I didn't buy anything." You look for a tag or a card, and then sweet Anna appears in the doorway with her hands full of shopping bags.

"Hello again, miss!"

"Anna, I was coming back, honest--"

"I know, miss, you told me yesterday. But the young gentleman dropped in last night and said to send over everything you'd tried on, so you could see it in your own light. I think this is everything. You can bring back anything you don't want, or have it altered for free, as one of our preferred customers. It's all taken care of."

"Excuse me?"

"The young gentleman took care of everything. He even picked out a few things for you himself. Some of the best things in the shop!"

Your hand comes to cover your mouth, not knowing what to say.

Sweet Anna moves aside as the driver stacks the last of the boxes next to Nancy. "Please let us know if we can do anything else for you, miss. Hope to see you again soon!"

You nod and manage to croak out a "thank you" as she returns to the car, smiling from ear to ear. You're guessing Anna got her commission, and then some, from "the young gentleman."

You watch the car pull away and turn back to Nancy, who is staring at you with a devilish twinkle in her eye.

"There was a sale."

"Sure there was," she laughs.

"Not a word," you say in what you hope is a mildly threatening voice.

"A word about what? A successful shopping trip with a girlfriend?"

"This is why you're my favorite."

You and Nancy laugh and begin hauling boxes up to your room.

[beauleifu]

Hiiii, not sure if requested are open. If not, I do apologize. But I just read your fix about Syntax just flirting with the read but I have a request. Let's turn things around and have reader flirt with Syntax that it makes him flustered and a blushing mess hihihihihi. Thank you in advance!

-🫐

AAAA okay i'm sorry for answering this one before all the other ones that have been festering in my askbox for months BUT I HAD AN IDEA and when i have one i need to write it down

it's gonna be short! But short 'n sweet is sometimes the best way to go.

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SYNTAX X FLIRTY!READER

Lego Monkie Kid

Context: Time to pull out the trusty uno reverse card and give Syntax a taste of his own medicine. Little did you know how well your tactics would work and suddenly, you feel like flirting with him more often.

TW: Slightly suggestive, lotsa flirting

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Holy shit, you're bored.

It's a fate resigned to those who don't feel productive enough to do something, yet desire nothing but an activity to pleasure their soul.

And at that precise moment, the universe favors you.

"Evening, (Y/N)," someone murmurs, strolling into the living room. They eye your figure draped lazily over the couch, eyebrow raising. "You know that will only damage your spine in the long run."

Lifting your head, you watch Syntax walk past you and into the kitchen. "I've got nothing to do."

"Oh, I'm so scared," Syntax drawls, disinterested.

The tone in his voice has strange thoughts entering your mind, which is already blank so it can do nothing except embrace them. With a furrowed brow and a slight frown, you shift around so your knees support your frame, elbows crooked on the head of the couch. Resting your chin atom your arms, you observe your roommate very carefully.

"Yeah, I guess you should be, huh."

Green eyes flick to your face, gauging the situation far too fast for comfort. But you're in a different mood, now.

"Excuse me?"

You tilt your head to one side, voice honeyed and innocent. "I never thought about it, but imagining you scared sounds pretty good right about now."

"Strange for someone usually so docile," Syntax fires back, grabbing a cup for water. "What brought this on?"

You slide off the couch, noticing how the spider demon's eyes follow your every movement like a hawk, his attention utterly captured by your presence. With a cocky smile, you saunter over to him, arms folded behind your back.

"I wonder . . . would you shake?" You hum, eyes sparkling with something new. Something flirtatious. "Would you beg for mercy?"

The object of your attention is suddenly very quiet.

Wide eyes stare into your soul, unsure of what to do. Poor thing, you'll have to guide him through the motions. Now that you're close enough, it's easy.

"Maybe you'd rather not beg for your life. Maybe you'd rather beg for attention," you murmur.

Syntax visibly swallows. "(Y/N)-"

Oh, how quickly the mood has changed. A new plan develops in your mind, and you slowly tap his clavicle a few times. "Don't be scared. It doesn't suit you, I think. You look pretty when you blush, though."

There it is.

A fiery red hue spreads across Syntax's cheeks, and all of the sudden he's rendered mute. He's afraid of what he might say.

So instead, he presses his mouth into a thin line.

Waiting.

You lean very close to his ear. "Couch. Please."

He inhales sharply, softly. Of course he would melt if you asked nicely, in the way that you did. There's always a way around his cocky stubbornness. It's just a nice reminder of how well you know him.

In no time at all, Syntax is sat on the couch.

Looking very, very nervous.

"Your morning tea wasn't spiked, was it?" He quickly asks, head tilted up to better see you standing above him.

"No, don't worry." With this reassurance, you settle yourself in his lap, straddling his hips and placing your hands on his chest in a gentle reminder that you're here and sober, and that he can back out anytime he wants to.

But . . . just to make sure.

"I'm going to kiss you, okay?" You murmur, half-lidded eyes trailing over his features, a crimson shade of excitement and embarrassment. "You all right with that?"

Oh, jeez.

It seems like asking for consent is just making him blush harder.

Looking four feet above your head, Syntax nods stiffly, expression unreadable.

You frown. "Gimme a safe word."

A small pause, as Syntax focuses on your question so as to relax his muscles a bit. You can feel them underneath you, and when he seems completely sure that you know what you're doing, that you'll listen to him and tune into his reactions, he exhales slowly.

"Traffic light?" You offer, smiling a bit. "Red means stop."

The spider demon finally, finally locks eyes with you. They're softer now, those green shades of intellect and adoration.

You know this is new for him.

This is scary and it's strange and yet at the same time, you both know he craves it. He needs it.

So when the Syntax gives a small, sincere nod of approval, you can't help but cup his face and grin like an absolute idiot. "There we go. Knew you couldn't deny me for long, you big softie."

"Don't-" He grunts, albeit smiling, face burning.

You quiet him with a soft peck to his forehead, still smiling. Absently tracing his cheek with the pad of your thumb, you trail down his features, kissing the bridge of his nose to the tip, down to his slightly scruffy chin. Then, you gently press your lips to his closed eyes, murmuring half to yourself.

"I always wondered why you were so scared to be touched."

Raising your fingers to sift through his lime-green locks, you tilt your head and frown sadly. "I wish I'd met you sooner . . . so you could feel this way more often."

"Don't be," Syntax says quietly, eyes still closed.

Smiling, you capture his lips in yours for a moment, leaning back only to touch your forehead to his. "Too fucking bad, sweetheart."

"Oh my stars, don't call me that."

"I think it's cute. My sweetheart, my darling dear, love of my life, babygirl-"

Syntax's eyes snap open, fierce and unforgiving. "Anything but that."

"What. Babygirl?" You question, finding your answer in the scathing look he gives you. With a soft laugh, you trail your hands down to his chest, curiously feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his breathing pattern. His heartbeat spikes when you do so, but eventually calms to a slow and steady thrum.

Sighing, you look up to meet his gaze. "I'm surprised you haven't said 'red' yet."

"I . . ." He seems to be struggling for the right words.

You smirk. "You like it?"

"You're impossible," Syntax huffs, exhaling sharply through his nose. But when his eyes open again, they're full of fondness.

Slowly, you lower yourself so your head rests against his chest, ear pressed to his clavicle. You feel arms drape over your back, pulling you closer, craving the proximity, craving the domesticity and affection. You can't help a sad, warm little smile as you trace patterns in the fabric of Syntax's shirt. You feel him doing the same to your back, tracing the curvature of your spine curiously.

"For someone who hasn't experienced a hug in years, you're really good at it," you hum, congratulating yourself on getting this far. It's progress.

Funny how flirting with him got you here.

"You're good practice," Syntax murmurs, perhaps thoughtfully.

Allowing your eyes to close, you sigh. "Thanks. We can do this whenever you want. I'm open to trying new positions-"

"Do not-" Syntax says sharply, squeezing you in warning.

You return the gesture with your thighs.

"Not yet."

[herwritingartcowboy]

Hey pookie sense u want ideas heres one!!!

submissive&breedable!ranpo who gets punished after reader catches them flirtong eith someone else for like candy or sumn idfk, and punishes him by tying him to the bed post and force his legs wide open so he has no choice but to take it, and reader could be GN with a strap/actual dick, whichever u prefer to write is fine, anywho while hes begging to cum while tears POUR down his face, reader lets him, BUT reader overstimulates him to the point that hes a braindead whore and cums at every little touch.

But if you dont write Ranpo smut u could mske a angsty one!!

Ranpo spends to much time eith this chcik who reader HATES, but ranpo doesnt care cause its his friend. Eventually reader walks in and finds them kissing in the kitchen or bedroom, and then reader kicks the chick out, AND HERES EHERE U GWT TO DECIDE!!

Option A: After the girl left, Reader starts to pack their bags and ranpo begs them not to leave, getting on his hands and knees infront of the door

1) reader forgives and forgets

2) reader still leaves LOL

option B: Reader tells ranpo to pack his shit and LEAVE LMFAOOOOO sorry anywho Ranpo is like whining that he doesn't wanna go and he wasn't actually kissing her or sumn

1) reader still forces ranpo to leave, in which, he does, but of course after some (alot) of crying

2) reader tels rsnpo to gtfo, but he doesn't listen and clings to reader all day long while saying "im sorry" ovrr snd over sgain

Or u could do both 😜

A/n: Thank You For these request. Here is the smut I will put the angst later.

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogd

Character(s): Ranpo

Warning(s): Smut, Bonged, Sub Male, Dom Reader, Overstimulation,

Readers Gender: Gn

All Ranpo wanted was your attention. You have been out doing nothing but cases leaving poor him bored all day. So he did what he had to do and that was get up and comfortable with Poe, little to comfortable for your taste.

It was during another one of parties everyone threw and seeing enough of the flirting you took your boyfriends hand as you excused the both of you.

You two got home as without a second you were shoving your tongue down his throat as you both made your way to the bedroom.

"Strip", was all you said and that made him half naked sitting at the edge of the bed rubbing his thighs together. "You think that rubbing your thigs together would make me forget what you did", you said lifting Ranpos chin up making him look into your eyes. "Now lay down nice and comfortable", with that ranpo laid down smirking to himself not knowing on what is to come.

Ranpos hands are tied to the bed post with his legs over your shoulders as you thrust slowly into his whole. Tears came from his eyes as he feels sexualy frustrated. "What's with the tears baby", you whispered smirking down at the trembling body of Ranpo. "P-please move faster" "After what you did, Nah". You brought your hand down rubbing the head of Ranpos cock making he scream out as this wasn't enough for him. "P-please-I missed you" "Is that why you thought flirting would be a good option" "I-won't do it again-promise" "Promise" "Promise".

You leaned down pressing a kiss to his lip, "Well i'll give you what you want. I'm going to fill you up with me cum, so filled up to where you can even bare my children".

Your thrusting became faster making Ranpo moan out your name. You only got faster as you really did want to leave Ranpo filled with something else that is sweet. You knew Ranpo was close as he squealed out letting you know he is close and with a few more thrust he came but that only made you go faster and now Ranpo was crying from feeling to much.

"B-baby-please it hurts" "Dont worry-fuck- i'mma cum so hope your ready". With that your thrusting was making Ranpo more weak as he can only slur out his words. Once you felt you were about to cum again you leaned down kissing your boyfriend as you cum filled up Ranpo.

You both are left panting sweaty body together as you held your sweetheart. "Ranpo I promise i will take a week off just for the both of us, are you okay with that", it took Ranpo a few minutes before he smiled at you "All I want is for you to be with me" "And I will".

Bonus-

A knock came from your door as you opened it to see Atsushi. "Hey WereTiger, What's up?" "Well there were left over sweets so I thought you and mostly Ranpo would like some" "Well thank you young man i'll see you next week" "Next week?". Before anything you closed the door walking back to your shared seeing Ranpo rub at his eyes. "Who was that?" "Atsushi but don't worry he just brought sweets to share" "Well that's amazing, hurry I want them already".