#WHY did he get away with this 😭😭😭😭

[artdcnaldson]

Has reader ever just had a "i have to get out" moment in the changeover universe?

Like art is trying to talk to her after sex and shes just staring at the wall re thinking her decisions.

They are very toxic and i know the reader has feelings for them so i think art would have been very smothering ir clingy if reader made any atempts at going out with another circle of friends and distancing herself

(im sorry i over analyse many situations 😭)

Anon… i love u <3 I love this messy main character bc i too would throw away my scruples for this man.

Rating: M

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: Toxic situationship, manipulation kinda, mild angst

Summary: You say something you shouldn’t. It messes up the fucked up equilibrium that you and Art had found in whatever you could call the relationship you had together.

FEBRUARY 2007

For Valentine’s Day, you got Art a teddy bear and a box of chocolates. He got you nothing. He wasn’t your boyfriend, so you didn’t know why you were upset about it, but you were. It stung like a fresh wound, one you could never just let be.

The two of you fucked, because that’s what you always did. The feeling of his mouth on yours, warm and tasting of mint, almost made you forgive him for not getting you anything. He called you beautiful, let his hands trace your body reverently, made you cum once, twice before he pulled you into his lap and let you sink onto him.

His forehead was against yours, breath coming in pants as you rode him, bodies pressed so close it almost felt like making love. Maybe that’s why you said it— the words tumbling out like a prayer.

I love you, Art.

He was tense, for a moment, brows furrowed slightly, before he kissed you and laid you onto your back. He pulled another orgasm from an impossible place within you, one you didn’t know existed. He came, messy on your thighs, and rolled over onto his back.

It was quiet, and you felt so far away from him. Your fingers brushed against his hand, testing, but he pulled them away and stood to redress. It was so quiet that you could hear blood pumping in your ears, like an ocean.

”You shouldn’t say stuff like that,” was what he finally said.

Your lip wobbled, just slightly. And then tears pooled on your lashline. “Sorry,” you said weakly.

“It’s fine.” But you had a sinking suspicion that you’d really fucked up. He handed you a towel, and you cleaned yourself up as best as you could while fighting frustrated tears.

”Are you leaving?” You asked. He was standing in between yours and your roommate’s bed, like he hadn’t quite decided yet. You pulled on a tee shirt and underwear and gave him a pathetic, pleading expression. ”Don’t leave, please. I didn’t mean it. We can watch a movie.”

He acquiesced, and let you cling to his side pathetically after you pulled out a portable DVD player. You split a pair of headphones and watched The Royal Tenenbaums.

Halfway through the movie, clarity hit like a lightning strike. Or maybe it was more like a sinking feeling of dread— of being neck deep in quicksand before you realize you should be crawling out.

You couldn’t keep doing this. Because Art was a dream, really. Handsome, and talented, and smarter than you’d expected him to be. And he was so sweet, when he didn’t realize that he should’ve been discouraging your affection. Or maybe he liked it, but only when it was quiet and he didn’t have to acknowledge that what he was doing was wrong.

Maybe it wasn’t wrong and it was all your own fault for wanting someone who made it clear they weren’t emotionally available. Maybe you were pressuring him into something he didn’t want and it was all unfair to him too.

It didn’t matter. It was fucking killing you.

When the movie ended, he stretched and said he’d see you in class. You nodded, smiling the sad smile of a dog unknowingly being left at the pound.

Once the sadness faded, it was replaced with a molten resentment, an anger at him and yourself over your time being wasted. He still sat next to you in class, sneaking peeks of your notes, but you ignored him as best as you could. Days passed, then a week. You started to feel human again.

A couple weekends later, you ignored the text he sent asking for you to join him at a mixer the tennis team was planning on crashing. You ignored the follow up too.

You wound up at a party on the opposite end of campus with a few girls from the service org you were in. You flirted with a new guy, felt like maybe you were worth more than a casual fuck buddy.

So the sight of him sitting at your door when you finally stumbled home was the last thing you wanted to see. All sad, slumped against your door.

He scrambled to stand, expression filled with longing. “Don’t be mad at me,” he pleaded. “I missed you so fucking bad these past few weeks. Felt like I was going crazy.”

Your heart skipped, and hammered against your ribs. You wanted to reach out and kiss that sad, longing expression off his face. You wanted to tell him to leave. It was all very confusing.

“Don’t say that, Art, please,” you said weakly, lips turning down into a frown. You tried to sidestep him, to get the keys into the door, but he pulled you against his chest.

He smelled so nice— like cologne and cinnamon gum. You gave a pathetic sigh at the warmth of him, wrapped all around you. “I missed you,” he repeated. “It’s like a part of me has been missing. I wanted to talk to you so badly, to kiss you, to watch boring movies with you.”

Annoyance and longing bubbled hot in the pit of your stomach, you had to force yourself to push him away. “You just missed having a cheerleader you could fuck whenever you felt like it.”

He frowned. “That’s not true.”

”What’s my major? What’s my favorite place on campus?” He swallowed hard, exhaling sharply through his nose. “What’s my favorite movie?”

“How would I know that?” He asked, resignation flat on his features.

You rolled your eyes. “Because I tell you about it all the time. Because I’ve taken you there. Because I made you watch it. Twice.” You finally got into your room. When you didn’t slam the door, you realized that you were aching for him to follow. You wanted him to be near you, even if you were seething.

When you turned to face him, you hated that even though you were incredibly mad, you still wanted him to just prove you wrong. To convince you that you were being crazy and he was innocent and the only problem was you being a weirdo about your feelings.

God, he was so pretty. And he looked so sad.

“I’ll try to be better,” he said. “I’ll take you on dates, and buy you flowers, and give you what you deserve.”

But you’ll never be his girlfriend. You knew it, deep down. Even as you caved and gave a sweet, sad little nod. He was across the room, holding you against his chest as you felt annoying tears slipping down your cheeks. Tears of relief, of frustration, of resignation.

“I’m not Tashi,” you said when he pressed his lips to the crown of your skull. It was annoying that he had the power to quell all of your uncomfortable emotions with a single romantic gesture. He pulled back and met your gaze, and you softened. “I know she’s always been your first pick, and I don’t blame you, but I’m not ever going to be her, if that’s what you’re waiting on.”

Something passed over his expression, briefly. “I know you’re not.” It was more of a lament than it was an attempt at comfort. “I’m not waiting on anything.”

His lips trailed down, along your jaw, at the corner of your mouth. He pulled back, looking at you expectantly. Are you going to let me?

Your lips parted softly as you kissed him with lips that tasted wet and salty. It was chaste, and sweet. He pulled back and ran his thumb along your cheekbone. “Let me hold you until you fall asleep? Please?”

It was hard to stay mad at Art Donaldson, even when you knew you really should.

Thank you for reading! If you have any requests in the Changeover universe, or otherwise send me an ask :)

[whismizxal]

who’s her man? pt 2 ln4

── in which y/n y/l/n soft launches her relationship and her fans are starting to figure out who it is.

── warning: fluff, secret relationship, love, kissing, probably some spelling and grammar mistakes, if there’s more warnings to be added, let me know.

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WHEN Y/N Y/L/N WALKED THROUGH THE DOOR OF THE ARRIVIALS IN MADRID AIRPORT she didn’t expect to see her boyfriend dressed in a black tracksuit with a large grin on his face.

she was quick to run up to him, drop her bags and hug him. the man held her tightly as he embraced her before pulling back and kissing her quickly and leaning his forehead against her’s.

“hi my love.” she said softly as she looked up at his eyes and stroked his cheek.

“hi gorgeous.” he responded back, his tone just has soft and endearing.

“thought we agreed you weren’t gonna pick me up, you need to rest.” y/n pointed out.

“you honestly think I wasn’t gonna pick up my girl from the airport after I haven’t seen her in two months? you’re crazy.” he said calmly as he held her, looking at her as if she hung the moon and the stars.

“you still need your rest love.” she told him whilst she ran her fingers through his hair.

“mhm, so come on then, let’s go rest.” he smiled, reluctantly pulling away and grabbing her luggage whilst his other hand intertwined with hers.

as they walked towards his car there’s a comfortable silence which is soon broken by him as he places the luggage in the car and opens the car door for her.

“how long can stay with me?” he asks, as he gets into the car.

“three months.” she sees happily, her smile only growing when she sees his reaction.

“yeah?” he says hopeful, his face filled with joy and love.

“yeah.” she confirms nodding her head as she leaned into kiss him which he accepted quickly. “you have me for three months.” she whispers against his lips with a soft smile.

“good.” he murmurs as he kisses her again, placing his hand on her cheek as she places her’s on the back of his head.

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[willyoubemycherryy]

“You tuff, huh?” (M.Sturniolo)

𝑶𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓➬ 𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒏 𝒘/ 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏❦

“𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹 𝒂𝒔𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒔𝒐 𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖.”

𝑰𝒏𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔: 𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 𝒃𝒄 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝑷𝑶𝑼𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑶𝑾𝑵😭😭😂, 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, ‘𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏’ 𝒊𝒇𝒚𝒌𝒚𝒌, 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒆𝒙𝒑1𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒎𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒆 ✪𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒔, 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑, 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 )𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝑹𝑳 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒔), 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔

.༒.

For the record, your relationship isn’t toxic.

“And who do you think you are bitch???The equalizer?!!”

Hook.

You just liked to start stuff sometimes when you’re bored.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?!”

Like the current argument, for example.

“I MEAN YOU ALWAYS TRY TO TELL ME WHAT TO DO LIKE YOU RUN SHIT AND YOU DON’T because your a fucking PUSSY!”

Matt raises his eyebrows and shouts even louder, yelling straight in your face as a thrill rushes through you.

“Look now you’re just saying anything so if you’re gonna talk outta your ass, at least turn around so I can hear ya better!”

“BYE!! And if you’re gonna talk out of YOUR ass, shake that shit too money so I don’t get bored listening to you!!”

Line.

Matt goes completely silent at that and that was when it dawned on you why you shouldn’t intentionally piss him off.

….but you couldn’t help it. It was always so hard to get a rise out of him and sometimes you just wanted to see him let it out. Everything he gets frustrated or annoyed at, attitude always looked so hot on him so if you squint, you were honestly doing him a well intentioned(not) favor.

The air sparks with tension as Matt steps to you. Looking up, his nose touches yours as you stand chest to chest, his heaving in irritation and yours in anticipation.

It’s dead silent.

Chris and Nick left as soon as you got Matt to yell back, claiming that if you wanted to act like the highest in the room then they’re making it out of there first. You couldn’t blame them.

The sound of Matt taking a deep breath makes you jump as he stares you down and you throb at how done he looks.

“What did you just say to me?”

Sinker.

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Matt manhandles you onto your back, tearing your clothes off and tossing them away as you gasp in delight.

You whine as Matt’s teeth graze over your chest, that firm tongue licking down between them before lavishing attention over your nipples; they grow and harden beneath his tongue, becoming flushed and puffy. You grind your hips up, panting, pushing his face hard against your tits.

“Suck harder, god –,” you cry out as Matt bites down hard on one of your nipples, grinding the flesh between his teeth and tugging. The pain of it shoots through your body, right to your pussy, each new bite making your condition even worse. If you don’t get fucked soon you might just scream.

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me –,”

“Tell me who the fuck you was talking to earlier then,” Matt snarls in response, spitting the words against your cheek before kissing you hotly, shoving two fingers deep inside your dripping pussy; it clenches around his fingers, sucking him in, desperate for something, anything.

You lift yourself onto hands and knees; dropping your chest to the ground so your ass is high in the air, back arched beautifully.

“Baby, please…”

The sight of your pretty cunt so needy and flushed and slick is enough to have Matt’s cock raging hard. He gets to his knees, trying to steady his shaking hands as he positions the head of his cock at your hole. The folds kiss the head of his cock, seeming to suck him in before he even penetrates. “Say you’re sorry, sweetheart,” he breathes. You try to push your hips back but he holds you firmly by the hips.

“Please! M’sorry…wasn’t talking to y-,” you repeat your apology but this time your voice is torn by a sob.

Matt snaps.

He slams his hips forwards, his cock pushing into you in one slick thrust. Holy fuck, the stretch hurts so good your back is arching even deeper as your hips quiver. The head of Matt’s cock has bullied past the tight ring of your entrance and is pressed flush against your cervix, huge thick and hot.

Matt doesn’t take the time to pace himself. He can’t. He needs to fuck your smart ass up. There’s a fire burning at the base of his spine that he can’t put out; it spurs him on like a wild animal as he pulls out slowly, watching as the sticky strings of precum draw out between them; his cock is already dripping with your juices, the lips of your tight cunt dragging him along, desperate to keep him inside. Then he’s slamming inside again, hard enough to send you jerking a little over the bed, the breath kicked clean out of your lungs.

His pace is brutal. Matt’s hips pound harshly, his thrusts deep and long and fast. The room is hot and smells like sex already, full of your wan moaning and the sound of wet skin. Matt is so consumed by pleasure he can barely see, his cock enveloped by the tightest heat he’s ever experienced in his life; he’s quite convinced he could fuck you forever.

Of course he’s fucked you long before this. Whenever he’d seen you with your quick wit and soft skin, the man’s immediate reaction had been lust. And now here he is, buried balls-deep inside the same beautiful girl that drives him crazy daily. But you set him off with your attitude.

Like hell he’s going to go easy.

“I’m going crazy,” you moan, voice high and breathless. Matt’s hands slam down to the bed on either side of your head, then, lithe body bending further over yours and hammering deeper, deeper, deeper while you scream–

“Cum,” Matt snarls and bites down hard on your flushed ear. His thrusts only become stronger at the angle; he uses his weight to drive himself down, and soon Matt’s body is smothering yours into the mattress, hips moving in deep, fast thrusts.

“Squirt all over my dick. Show me you’re sorry.”

The words do it.

You let out a muffled scream, humping your hips up desperately as much as you can as you cum – finally – a pressure being released from the deepest parts of you. Your body shakes, convulses, moves in ways it’s never moved before until you collapse boneless against the sheets. Your consciousness is in pieces and all you can do is breathe.

Matt, however, isn’t finished. The sight of you collapsed half-unconscious beneath him – because of him – drives him on, and he uses his hands to pull your limp hips into the air again.

He uses you like a doll, with you only managing a few weak whines; your cunt is a wet, sopping mess between his legs and Matt’s passage is easy and slick. He pounds at your cunt, his skin searing as his abdomen coils tight and hot. “You won’t ever talk to me like that again, got it?,” Matt breathes harshly. “Y-yes! I–,” He grits his teeth, cutting you off with a groan as he stills, pressing himself deep inside you as he cums, load pouring into your body beneath him. Your hips buck weakly against his grip, molten walls throbbing around Matt’s cock, tightening as you feel him release inside you.

Matt sits back on his haunches, breathing hard. His cock slips from your cunt and you collapse once more against the covers, globs of cum dribbling from your raw, gaping hole. His chest heaves as he gathers his breath, a strange sort of serenity taking over him as he turns you over.

He kisses you like he loves you, because he does, and checks in on you.

“We good?” He asks and your delirious sigh makes him giggle.

“Never better…”

[webslingingslasher]

What if trouble tries to do something different with her hair and it just fails so hard. She’d be like ‘you’re not allowed to see me, come back in a month’

poor trouble 😭😭😭

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bf!frat!peter

you know who's at the door before you can check it. there's a feeling in your bones and it makes it seem like the world is ending.

'nope! go away, i'm sick!'

'i thought you had a bunch of homework to do?'

fuck. 'i can multitask!'

'oh really? open the door and prove it.'

'no!'

'trouble, i'm not leaving. do i need to call my friend to get through this door?' a light jiggle on your doorknob, not that he would, but peter could break through in two seconds.

there's only one way to stop him from trying. 'i think we should b-'

'i need you to think very carefully about what you're about to say, trouble. because i will take this fucking door off it's hinges.'

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. you're fucked.

'see? i'm delirious, you should go home.'

'trouble,' uh oh, that's his serious voice. it's low and deep, missing all hints of warmth. 'open the door.' you move without thinking and keep your head down when you welcome him in.

'it's not bad.'

you wheeze. it's terrible.

'shut up, shut up, shut up! it's so, so bad and i don't need your pity just because i'm fucking you! oh my god, i hate myself and i have no idea why i did this.'

no, really, it's not bad. the way ally was talking had peter expecting the worst but it's really not that bad. sure, it wasn't very flattering, but it wasn't ugly.

'if you never did it, how would you know you didn't like it, right? i promise, trouble, i came over here thinking you'd be like cynthia from rugrats. but no, you're just as beautiful as ever. your hair doesn't affect that for me.'

'really? cause your hair is in my top three favorite features.'

'what if i went bald?'

'i'd divorce you and i'm so serious.'

'aw, conditional love. how sweet.'

you might not be yelling at yourself anymore but you don't look like you're sold on it. 'can i please give my girlfriend a kiss?' you nod, peter steps up and makes up for lost time.

'peter-'

'see? i wasn't lying, trouble. if it was bad there's no way i'd be popping a boner right now. so, can i please show you how much i like it?' 

[peaches-and-creamm]

everyone has scars, toji.

synopsis: you've always wondered about your boyfriends scar, and he's always been a bit avoidant of the subject.

wc: ~1.7k

warnings(?): mention of injuries + abuse(toji's past) hinted at sexual things happening the night before. he cries a lil 👹 talks of scars (duh)

a/n: love how everyone just gives toji- like- the ~𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓷 𝓭𝓻𝓪𝔀𝓵~ (im very southern, i love it sm bc i get to just use how i normally talk irl😭😭)

Light sparkled through your curtains- the sun ignoring how the drapes were labeled "black out" when you had first looked at them when the two of you had plans to move in together.

The morning glow shined down through the aforementioned 'black out' curtains- and onto your still very asleep boyfriends face, the morning sun highlighting his chiseled features.

His cheek was nuzzled into your bare breasts, one arm underneath you and an arm draped over your waist while he snored on without a care in the world, his dark hair tickling your soft flesh when he nuzzled further into your scent subconsciously.

You moved a hand down to brush some of his stray hairs from his forehead, a sleepy smile on your face as you did so.

You fought back the giggle that threatened to pass by your lips as you watched him practically drool onto your chest- however you ultimately failed to suppress a small chuckle when his stubble scratched against your nipple.

A few moments after this- he, however, finally began to stir.

It starts with his face crinkling together before his deep blue eyes slowly opened- the exhale of his yawn against your skin giving you goosebumps while his eyes blinked and adjusted to the light.

"...mornin'" He groggily whispered into your chest, pulling you closer into him as he buried himself further into the soft flesh that was littered with bruises he had left the night before, a low sigh coming from his lips as he let his eyes close once more to simply lay and enjoy your warmth.

"g'morning, baby." You placed a kiss to the top of his head, running your fingers through his hair as you hummed slightly- causing him to sigh happily into your chest as a result of the vibrations against his face.

"why ya' always smell s'good?" he brought his free hand up to cusp at your breast, softly holding the flesh in his large hand to mess with the mound idly- clearly having no intentions of going any further.

His gaze turned to you for a moment, his face contorted in confusion as he looked into your eyes. You only giggled in response, shaking your head side to side a few times as best you could with the larger man practically laying right on you.

“says you.” You booped his nose, dragging your finger along the warm skin before resting your hand on his cheek— aweing internally at how the larger man practically purred into your touch like a kitten.

“yea, says me- was the words that came outta my mouth, no?” You laughed at how plainly he spoke, and he watched how your eyes crinkled together while you looked to him with so much adoration he'd never thought he'd be on the receiving end of. "I didn't even get to shower or nothin, ji!" You playfully smack his shoulder, giving him a wide grin before you continued to comb through his dark hair.

It was silent for a good few minutes, the only things filling the bedroom was your quiet voice whispering apologies for accidentally tugging at a knot in his hair as your fingers continued to brush through it- something he had always enjoyed.

Suddenly he sighed loudly-

"jus' say it already. I can hear the gears turnin' from here." He shot you a knowing look, maintaining eye contact until you bite your lip and turn away.

You take a deep breath, sigh, then turn back to him- now moving both of your hands to cup at his face. You trace the scar covering his lips absentmindedly- your silent actions making him understand what was running through your brain.

"what's goin' on through that head, huh?" He quirked an eyebrow at you, scooting up so he was no longer laying on your chest but instead hovering over you.

You looked from each of his deep blue eyes, your gaze turning somewhat sad as your vision inched to the corner of his lips.

"hey...toj....?" You asked slowly, carefully- scanning his face for any reaction he might have; negative or positive.

He shrugged before moving to flop beside you on his back, clasping his hands together on his bare chest while looking up to the ceiling.

You turned to your side, one hand going under your face and the other moving to gently try to interlock your hands together.

He resisted at first- but then opened one of his hands so you could hold it. He grumbled and whispered something under his breath before side eyeing you a few times.

"ask, jus' get it over with already." He complained under his breath, not bothering to hide how he rolled his eyes when your eyes widened in shock.

You rocketed up, this drew a groan out of the man. He watched as you moved to straddle him, but then giving him the room to sit up against the headboard.

His hands found their place against your hips, his thumbs absentmindedly rubbing circles against your hip bones.

"such good handles-" he thought to himself briefly.

"ask what, toj'?" You tilted your head to the side- trying to seem as nonchalant as you could while continued to steal glances to the scar.

He just deadpanned to you and you quickly put your hands up in surrender, avoiding his gaze for a few seconds before you leaned up to him to place a soft, loving kiss against the edge of his lips- right where the scar was.

"how?" You plainly asked, not needing to specify any further as he huffed rather loudly.

As much as he wanted to be annoyed with how often you prolonged your gazes to his scarred lip- he couldn't find it in himself to genuinely be aggravated with you over the subject.

"old clan shit, it's borin' really. m' not so sure why you're so..... hung up-" He motioned around with his hands, shrugging as he continued to speak.

"over somethin' like this-" He pointed to his scar dramatically, shrugging his shoulders once more before his hands returned to rubbing random shapes against your flesh, admiring his work he'd done the night before.

"it's a part of you- well, now-" You cleared your throat.

"now- i-it's a part of you." He huffed again and looked away- it really wasn't anything special- just the dumbass adults from when he was a kid being abused and tormented.

There was nothing to regret- nothing to feel bad about. He's never stayed up late at night wondering why him- nah. Not once has he lost sleep because of how weak he felt for having a reaction to feeling something relating to it. Hell no, that's pussy shit.

"toji..?" He now realized he had gotten lost in thought- not noticing how irritated he suddenly looked until he saw your concerned face looking to him.

"huh?"

"you're scowling- did I do something?" You frowned- reaching your hands to massage at his tense face muscles that formed a deep scowl.

"it ain't your fault those jackasses threw a little kid- no cursed energy, into a pit with a bunch of curses for hours and hours. You weren't the one that sat there wit' a stupid fucking grin on yer face everytime I screamed- not-"

"baby- you're crying..."

"huh? the fuck I am-... oh."

It was silent. You just stared at each other- the slow hum of ringing in your ears almost painfull.

You watched your big- stoic boyfriend, who's lap you sat on in your shared bedroom-- in your shared home;

cry. cry for the first time in all the years you've known him. Sure his eyes just watered up- maybe one or two tears falling from his deep blue eyes- but it was still enough to shake you up.

Slowly, you brought your hands up to grab his cheeks. You sat there for a moment staring at him wide eyed as you processed what was happening.

After a few more moments of silence you tugged him in close, cradling his head into your chest. He froze for a moment before wrapping his large arms around your waist.

"i'm sorry." Was all you quietly whispered, kissing the top of his head a few times as you stroked his hair.

"fuckin' stupid." He scoffed into your chest after a few beats of silence- the top of his head hitting your chin slightly whilst he angrily shrugged.

"it's not stupid, toji. It's just trauma-" You pulled away from him, grabbing his cheeks maybe a bit too hard as you began peppering his face with kisses.

"yeah, yeah- whatever. sure. if it keeps yer head on straight." He grabbed at your wrists, holding you still so you stopped holding his face so tightly.

"s' okk toji, everyone's got some kinda somethin' or 'nother..." You shrugged, scooting away a bit so you could turn your arm to the side, revealing a large scar that went from your hip to your mid thigh.

"full story of this one was that I myself was also forced to fight some dudes when I was younger. I still! get sad over how just- downright pathetic those dudes looked!"

He was almost amazed at how you simply laughed about the subject- was he just weak? Was it really that stupid?

He just shrugged.

"s' whatever. Can't do nothin bout it now." He reached his hand up to rub at the scarred flesh of his lip, his expression souring as he felt how it still somehow managed to feel rough despite its age.

"If it helpsss, I think its sexy." You said matter of factly, your hands going to your hips as you nodded a few times. This drew a short, dry chuckle from him.

"course you'd think that, doll." You nodded again enthusiastically, a smile on your face as you looked to him.

"yer a weird one." He shook his head, moving his large hand to cradle the back of your neck and pull you in for a kiss.

You happily reciprocated it, quickly burying your fingers in his dark hair while you smiled into his lips.

"m' your weird oneeeee~!" You pulled away to sing-song your own praises, giving him one gentle peck against the corner of his lip where his scar was once more.

"you're beautiful, Toji Fushiguro." You rubbed at his cheek, your smile turning sad- yet staying soft and loving all at the same time- as your thumb trailed under his eyes- wiping away any evidence he had cried previously.

"Damn right I am."

M.LIST

[brodieland]

.˚ 𓈒 ࣪.𝝑𝝔 Royal Rivalries !! ´ˎ˗

Luke Castellan x Fem!Zeus!Reader Synopsis: you and Luke finally get married to one another Tag(s): royal AU, arranged marriage, allusions to previous nsfw activities(LOL) Word Count: 1264 A/N: sorry this took over 2 weeks, I really don't know why it did😭, actually I do know why I was to busy watching Bridgeton, does it show in my writing be honest😭🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻. anyways this ones a little shorter bc it was bothering me on how long its taken me to update this, but lemme stop yapping!!

╰➤ MASTERLIST pt4

It was the day, the day you'd been... dreading? Waiting for? You didn't know anymore. Currently you were laying in your bed in a silk robe with rollers in your hair, relaxing whilst getting all nice and pretty for your big day. While you were thinking about how your wedding would play out, your door opens and your siblings enter the room.

"Happy wedding day," Jason and Thalia cheered.

"Hey guys," you smiled and sat up.

"How you feeling," Jason asked as he sat at the end of your unreasonably large bed.

"I'm about to be a wife, I don't know its kind of weird."

"Are you saying you're not ready to commit to your wifely duties," Thalia joked, the sub context not lost on you. Suddenly you're regretting telling your dear sister all of your business. Ehh not really she kinda funny with it.

"What constitutes as 'wifely duties?'" Thankfully, Jason was oblivious.

"Oh, you knoww-"

"Enough," you shut your eyes.

"Well, we have a gift for you," Thalia said as Jason handed you a box.

"I bought it by myself and Thalia slapped her name on it."

"I don't think the logistics matter."

"Shall we see this gift," you did the grabby hands and opened the box. It was a polaroid camera.

"To document the honeymoon," your sister beamed.

"Yeah!"

"Guys... I don't think I get a honeymoon," they looked at you dumbfounded.

"What."

"To be fair, us getting married was an apology for slapping Luke, so I don't think I get a, um, prize."

"I think somebody already got part of her wedding night prize anyways," Thalia muttered under her breathe, causing you to smack her shoulder.

"What?"

"Ignore our foolish sister Jason."

"Yes, ignore me and my foolish thoughts."

You and your siblings stayed in your room and hung out for a while before your servants came in to help you finish getting ready. They were ushered outside as you were zipped, plucked, and pampered. You were gorgeous, but moving on..

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The wedding was to be held at your estate, per Zeus' orders most definitely. The ceremony was to start at any moment, and once again you were sat away waiting in a room with your siblings.

"I'm still upset we couldn't throw you a bachelorette party by the way," Thalia complained as she ran her fingers through her basket of rose petals.

"And what would we have even done with fathers eye never leaving our sides?"

"I could accomplish anything with nothing but a dream," the three of you chuckled, then began to turn your heads to the sound of the bells, indicating the start of the ceremony.

"Are you ready," Jason extended his hand.

"Never," you chirped, gladly interlocking arms. "But is my flower girl ready?"

"I was born ready," Thalia smiled as she pushed through the doors, littering your path with rose petals.

"Deep breathes little brother, deep breathes," you whispered, not knowing if you were truly talking to the little brother by your side, or yourself.

One thing you were nervous about is not the actually getting married itself, but who would be outside when you opened the doors. You had little, if not absolutely no say in the matter. You didn't know the people sitting in the crowd, the flowers hung around the room, or even the color scheme the room has taken. Though of course knowing your father, it would be white and gold, very Greek.

You were knocked out of your daydreams by a nudge to your side. "It's time."

You nodded as he opened up the door, introducing the two of your... future. Your life, as dull as the statement may seem, was dulled down to a single moment. The moment you were handed off to another man. One you didn't want to marry, but right now, it didn't seem to bother you as much as it did before. Obviously you weren't going to tell that to Luke, no need to inflate his already large ego.

You finished your walk, and Luke is standing right in front of you, taking your hand from Jason as you hugged him off. The wedding went smoothly, though you mostly zoned out as the priest began his speech, only zoning in into Luke's big brown eyes. Ever since the past week together, the tension has gotten thick and even after the day you were trying on wedding dresses, why it has only gotten worse.

You didn't know you craved the feeling of being skin to skin until that moment. You knew doing such actions before wedlock have just as much ruined you, and you know you should care, but you just wanted more. You wanted cake, and now you had it, and you were most definitely going to eat it, too.

"I, Luke, take you Y/N, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

"I, Y/N, take you Luke, to be my husband, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part."

"I do." "I do."

"You may now kiss the bride."

The two of you moved together with the speed of magnets, how much you oddly missed the feeling. This kiss was different, more tender, less hurried and hungry than the last. You liked it, very much indeed. The two of you parted, breathless, and turned to the cheering crowd (ignoring Thalia's eyes, her knowing eyes, that this was not in fact, the first kiss between the two of you).

Luke held out his arm, to which you interlocked with, and walked down the aisle together. "Told you I knew what would be your dress," he whispered.

"I'm soo smacking you when we pass through those doors," you gritted out through your smile. As you scanned through the crowd, curious on who was witnessing such a moment, you saw many familiar famous except one, the Aphrodite princess Luke went around floundering about with. It made you chuckled, just a little, that your father seems to have lost her invitation.

Now the two of you were behind closed doors, away from the cheering crowd. Only for a short time of course, for there'll be a party later in the evening. "Wonderful acting, it almost seemed like you liked me."

"Oh shut it," you knocked his chest with your bouquet. "Your teasing isn't very husband material."

"And what, prey tell, would be considered husband material?"

"Hmmm.." you pretended to ponder as you brushed your imaginary beard while looking between Luke's eyes. "I shall give it some thought."

He hummed in response as he softly grabbed your hand from your chin, holding it in his. "You're smiling."

You didn't even realize you were, "So are you."

"Why of course, I've just married the most beautiful woman I've ever set my sights on."

You rolled your eyes with your smile still evident on your face. "Why must you insist on poking fun?"

"What makes you thinking I'm jesting," Luke leaned down, close enough for his nose to touch yours. You didn't bother answering before slowly leaning in again. It was a slow and affectionate kiss as he slide his hands down to your waist, pulling you close. You both pulled away, still standing close to one another.

"Shall we make it to the party?"

[taylorswiftbutsimp]

✭Run For Your Husband

Author’s Note: Happy 300 Followers (l’m so happy and i yapped to much here)😭🫶🫶 ✨ this my little thank you gift!!

Summary: Being an outworlder in a foreign nation requires hard work. Fortunately for you, a little twist of fate takes you back to the right path.

Oneshot

WordCount: 3080

Warnings⚠️: Reader is mentioned female, Reader ran-away from a arranged marriage, noble reader, reader lies about her identity, reader is a healer, Dan feng is low-key sick and twisted same goes for reader, Mentions of injuries,wound, past life a little lore of the high cloud quintet (spoilers from 1.2 -3) the trailblazer is stelle, timesskips!! Yandere dan feng at the end??

Heels clicking through the floor, working with the alchemy commission, was tiring, especially now being assigned as a healer. It was back and fort Marastrucken soldiers and injuries there.

Tending the wounds of the great jing yuan who has been recruited by the sword champion jing liu despite not knowing this people and being a ran away from your homeland it was good to know a few history there to not look like a clueless foreigner.

It was not your business to listen to the conversation of the imbibitor Lunae, and Jing Yuan You. was merely ministering to his wounds.

"Have you heard from your missing bride?" Jing Yuan queried the azure dragon, who was seated across the chair drinking tea.

"No, and I have no idea what she looks like" said the dragon in an uninteresting voice.

How was Dan Feng going to know you? When he asked the family what he could do to help, they declined and vowed to bring you to him once they found you.

"In that case, how did you manage to get tied into a marriage without knowing how your future wife looks like?" Jing Yuan puzzled about his friend's dilemma.

"She did not like portraits of herself and often hid away from the world that was the only report i received" said the high elder.

What a bomber, you believed a gorgeous man like the imbibitor Lunae should find another woman to marry.

However, you could only keep your reactions to yourself. His situation was similar to yours, and the minute your father announced your upcoming marriage, you took the chance and fled away.

Being someone's wife was never your interest; medicine was, and you're not going to give that up for a man who is probably an old man with five children around your age.

Snickering at the thought and making a disgusted expression, you failed to notice that Jing Yuan had reached your side and was asking for your opinion. "What about you, young lady? Do you care to say a few words about the situation?"

Gulping slightly, you wrapped up the last touch of his wound before responding, "I don't think it's worth it. The bride ran away; isn't it a hint not to take a chance?"

surprisingly, the two men could only hum in response as you excused yourself.

Strange that you thought the bride reminded you so much of yourself, not liking illustrations and staying to yourself. presuming many people feel that way.

——

"Oh, imbibitor lunae, what could I do to help you today?" You questioned, taking your focus from the therapeutic herbs you were crushing.

"Jinwen informed me you have the medication I asked for a few days ago" the dragon said before gazing at the books on your table.

"Just a moment, I'll find them!!"Running at the medical storage inspecting the label, making sure to offer the medicine that was specifically asked for

Dan Feng wasn't a curious person, but you left your notebook open at the table with a research about medicine and hypothesis, he couldn't help but help and skim a few lines.

Hearing your footsteps, he closes the notebook and looks down into the corridor where you were walking as if nothing had happened.

——

Dan Feng remained quiet, but Jing Liu was thinking a different kind of silence. "Is this about your bride, Imbibitor Lunae? It's no wonder why you're skills are imprecise today."

The azure dragon snapped out of his thoughts. In truth, he was seeing you about more than he should, in the garden, the tea house, even the seat of divine foresight, but he didn't have the the courage to approach you.

Dan Feng sighs, "It's complicated" perhaps he should let go of the bride situation and the little infatuation at the healer lady you.

Jing Liu doubts her long-time friend, but she lets it go because he will talk when he is ready.

You were persistent in working, even organized, and giving everyone around you the same energy they gave you.

You were something the high elder looked at into the way your eyes would brighten when seeing herbs planted on the sidewalks, picking some and making good use of it.

Maybe he should ask you for a tea chat every now and again.

——

The scalegorge waterscape is gorgeous, and anyone would be honored to live here. The palace is well-designed, and the plant life are well-cared for.

“I hope i did not keep you waiting miss (name)”

“Noo thank you for inviting me over your highness-“

"Dan Feng is fine, I think we’re pass that" the dragon chuckles, sitting down and pouring tea into your cup first.

"Is there a reason you called for me? I hope I'm not in trouble."

Dan Feng smiles, his hands now resting on his lap, admiring your facial features. "A few weeks ago, I read into your notebook about medicines. I know it's not appropriate to read into someone else's work, but I'm interested in yours."

A tiny flush forming in your cheeks, trying to conceal it by drinking tea,not used to compliments.

“It's okay, I did leave the notebook open. Thank you for the compliment.” 

“Such knowledge of yours is quite advanced; it can even help people in medicine say, How did you get here in Xiaozhou? I hope I'm not overstepping.” 

"I ran away from home considering the pressure was too much" quick and easy you thought if spilling even a little could get you in trouble and you don't want that.

Not after you found a home on an odd planet.

——

Weeks pass, and you find yourself becoming closer to the high elder, even inviting you to dinner with the quintet. They treated you like one of them.

Life was finally getting better, and you would never trade it for anything.

Not until Dan Feng proclaimed his love to you in the moonlight.

In truth, he was attractive and strong, but you were still running from your problem. Who knew how little freedom you had left, so you had to do what was best.

Reject his confession politely.

“I'm sorry, Dan Feng. You are perfect in every aspect, but I'm not looking for a relationship.” 

“I see apologise for wasting your time (name)”

That was days ago, and a small part of you felt like an idiot. The alchemy commission was quiet without the quintet's presence, especially Dan Feng inviting you out for a short break.

Even the group had not passed by, reminding you that the only friends you made here at the luofu were the quintet and Jinwen.

That said, Jinwen had a life; she was like a coworker buddy, even though she was busy.

Was this it you thought, once again finding yourself alone. Was the running worthwhile if the cycle repeated itself?

No, you can't let the past bind you. You got here for a fresh start. You're smart and can work anywhere. Everything can begin again. 

Soon, you find yourself filling out a resignation letter that was approved the same day you handed over the paper. You didn't have anyone to say goodbye, so the walk back home was chilly.

Not sure what your next destination is, perhaps becoming a galactic ranger and traveling around the cosmos is precisely what you sought.

Besides, you're certain that the group was purposefully avoiding you for Dan Feng's sake. They knew him longer, so it would make sense.

——

Your feet were aching, cursing yourself for investing in high heels, seeking a big crowd to distract your handmaid. Why was she here at the luofu? Did they manage to hunt you down?

Bumping into people and mumbling innumerable sorrys, you needed to leave, and you were convinced she was chasing you.

At the time you started praying to any aeons above to have lost her and wished you were just hallucinating due to lack of sleep and weariness, yet she yelled your name, which was enough to confirm that this was not a dream.

Bumping into a strong chest almost knocking you out ready to leave, but just as you looked up, there was Dan Feng.

Majestic as the day you rejected him.

"are you alright (Name)?” With a tight hold on your wrist and little time to speak, you hauled him down the narrow passageway in the hopes of losing the person you were fleeing from.

“I think someone was chasing me” you panted trying to catch your breath Dan Feng is drawn by your flausturized appearance, and you seem to have a hold on his heart despite rejecting him.

Tucking in the loose hair that was in the way of your vision, he caresses your cheek while gazing deeply into your eyes and seeing the slight bags under them. You must have been working too hard on yourself.

"Come with me, and I'll help you hide" Dan Feng says, holding you close to him, frightened to let go. Perhaps it was exhaustion working in you, but you inwardly nodded in response.

He brought you to Scalegorge, and instead of taking the stairs, he carried you in his arms. It was exceedingly intimate, and it was the closest you had ever been to anyone.

It was beyond midnight, and there wasn't a single soul in sight. figured everyone was still at the festival celebrating. You felt tired, and his touch was delicate, holding you like fine china.

A rush of guilt comes into your head for rejecting Dan Feng, who is an embodiment of perfection.

You couldn't bring yourself to acknowledge you love him. How can you love him? You lied to him from the start, and your past will only bring bad luck to him.

"You should stay the night, you look tired" he says, feeling the vibrations in his torso. You replied in a high pitched tone, "Why?"

“What do you mean, why? I care for my friend.” 

The fact that he spoke with such elegance cracked a small portion of your heart, especially how he emphasized the term friend.

"I rejected you how can you be so calm hate me atleast for a little" going straight to the point as always

Dan Feng was silent, savoring how you fit perfectly in his arms.

Entering the palace with a few guards opening the door for him and hiding your face in the crook of his neck was embarrassing.

"Oh, sweetheart, you're okay!! Thank you so much, Dan Feng." Color drained from your face, all too familiar who that voice belongs to.

Dan Feng lets you go, helping you stand on your own barefoot on the cold tiles. On the other hand, holding your pair of heels, why was your mother here?

"My sweet girl, you got us worried” your mother says, checking you for any injuries before embracing you.

She choked in her own tears while you saw your father standing in between you couldn't really read what look he gave but you knew it wasn't a pleasant one "you kept us worried why would you run like that" harsh as ever, it could compete with the cold season

You froze, letting your mother coddle you, standing like a statue for minutes, unable to grasp why they were here or why they were thanking Dan Feng.

"I'm sorry to ruin your reunion (mother's name), but my bride is quiet tired from today's event and deserves a rest" Dan Feng said sweetly, but it felt phony.

He dragged you gently inside the chamber, and you couldn't process anything because your entire body went numb and frozen. "My love?"

"What have you done?" Your voice cracks as he shuts the door behind him and approaches your form. "My darling, I did what was best for us."

A shiver raced down your spine as he pecked your forehead, one hand roaming around your waist, the other crawling at the back, making its way to your chin, tilting it facing him. "I gave you freedom and wanted to court you in my way, but what did you do, beloved?"

"You broke my heart for the second time" he looked weak for a while before snapping again, making you step back. "You have no idea how pained I was when I heard my lovely wife ran away"

“Dan feng-“

“Shut it" he chuckles sadistically, "till you made a mistake and left your silly notebook on a table. Guess fate ran its course."

The man you once knew was long gone. Was it all a facade to put on a show? It makes you question how many people were involved in his small production.

"I never expected you to reject me like that, so I had to pull a few strings" he stated, placing his forehead against yours and tightly grasping your body. "Leaving your notebook with your name, all I had to do was a background check."

"Don't worry, wife, I'll take good care of you" drawing away and sheepishly grinned, your body and mind not expecting such a thing to happen, not even noticing a few tears were slipping down.

You couldn't do anything, you wept, and even if you ran now, it would be too late since he had too many connections and would hunt you at the end of the universe, which you knew all too well.

"Shh, don't cry. Being a galaxy ranger wouldn't fit you." That night, he comforted your cries and held you in his arms.

Mumbling pleasing phrases at your ears about how he'd keep you spoilt and secure if you just sat still and followed the rules.

——

Dan heng wakes up feverish and dehydrated, even after decades, his past will always find a way to follow his present.

He sighed for the nth time, the same dream every night, and each night became clearer, was his ancestor's sin, and being banned from the luofu was not enough to keep him bound even now.

A gentle knock on his door jolts him out of his reverie: "Dan Heng, are you all right? I'm coming in!" A recognizable voice spoke from the other side.

Sliding the door open, you discover Dan Heng sitting up on the floor, referring to bed: "I heard some noises, March and Stelle, and I just returned from a quick journey; I have a lot of information to give at the data bank!!" You cheerfully said.

"Dan heng, is there something wrong?" Asking with concern when you didn't get a response.

Putting your hand into his forehead to check if Dan Heng had a fever, typically he would not allow you do this, but he seemed like he saw a demonic being.

"I'm fine, just a dream" he nervously glances away, smoothing out the crease in the duvet.

Dan Heng prefers everything to himself, but since you came and introduced yourself as a prior researcher from genius society that Himeko knew he couldn't pinpoint why he gets sluggish.

In fact, March teases him that when it comes to you, Dan Heng can't say no "Maybe it's a good idea you didn't come to this expedition, and your room is sealed, not just that you sleep on the floor."

Scolding the ravennette in front of you recently joining the nameless, the first person you became close with was Dan Heng, undoubtedly you cared for him after all, you two had the same interest the data bank.

Dan heng chuckles at your scolding, reminding him of an angry cat hissing, and then it hit him you looked familiar in this light, your farrowed brows with a slight tint of flush; he had never seen you up close and took his time appreciating your features.

You looked like the woman in his dreams.

——

"What happened? You guys looked like you saw a criminal" you asked, moving around the room looking for a hint of their faces. "We did see a criminal" march murmurs.

You look at himeko expecting she would answer the issues tormenting the mind "stellaron hunter kafka has showed up" himeko responded her guard was still up and you can hear the hesitancy in her voice a hologram of kafka and blade shows up.

"The xianzhou luofu is in a stellaron crisis and appears to be a few warp jumps away" she says with increased confidence.

You saw Dan Heng studying the hologram of blade. "Maybe it's best if you stay with me, Dan Heng Welt, and the others can take this mission" the navigator said, avoiding any sensitive areas for Dan Heng.

Dan Heng nods, leaving the hologram he was eyeing. "I think that would be great, himeko."

“Well i get to see Wel- Mr Yang in action” stelle let out hoping to brighten the atmosphere followed by march “Mr Yang better show us some skills!”

“(Name) what about you willing to accompany them?” Himeko asks

"Of course we can split into two if something ever happens; after all, two is better than one" you let out, matching the intensity of March.

When you see Dan Heng walking away, you quickly excuse yourself and apologize to the group. You seek him. "Dan Heng, are you okay?"

Dan heng hums in replies following him through the data bank, you knew he had a past but were hesitant to ask questions for it was probably painful to him, so you didn't bother.

“Be careful out there (name) things can get complicated”

“Awh dan heng worries about mee~” you teased

Of course, he cares for you in some way. You have a grasp on his space that he wouldn't mind if you broke. He has never truly liked the company of anyone else, but he feels weightless with you.

He watched as you joined stelle and march get ready, leaving him at the data bank. There are still more questions in his mind than answers.

he came in a conclusion when you guys left. Were you the wife of his ancestor who keeps seeking him through dreams?

You can't really blame him if he went out of the train and stepped on a luofu after losing communication with the crew.

[wonton4rang]

hihi i love your post and i see your request are open so of you dont mind can you do a bonedo reaction of them getting jealous or smth along those lines, and its completely up to you whether its nsfw or sfw

thank you !!:)

hiiii~ tysm for giving me the chance, i'm glad you like it. and ofc I'd be more than happy to do thisssss. I'll do it nsfw because OH MY GOSH HEAR ME OUT ‼️‼️ this came out quicker than i thought 😭

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Stop it ¡!

pairing: bnd legal line x reader.

warnings: +18, jealousy (duh), toxic behaviour, some smut, usage of the boy's real names.

summary: bnd legal line getting jealous over things and how i think they'll act in those situations.

note: if you find any typos, feel free to let me know so i can correct them~

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sungho;

he would get jealous over things that you couldn't even imagine, he wouldn't get jealous a lot tho, i see him as a very mature and confident person so if you guys are as in love as it appears to be he wouldn't mind.

but when he sees you're laughing way too much with jaehyun, touching his arm and him touching your hands while you both share a space in the small sofa, it makes him feel kinda pressured, his chest feeling heavy and an uncomfortable expression landing on his face.

"sungho, baby, everything okay?"

"yeah, it's just... what were you talking about with jaehyun earlier?"

"we were just joking, why? did i say something that upset you?"

"no, i... i just didn't like to see you being so close with him" you just looked at him in silence and he shaked his head before adding "i guess i was jealous that he was making you laugh so much"

"baby, you make me laugh too"

"i didn't like the way he held your hands and you let him"

"i'm sorry, it won't happen again if it makes you uncomfortable. but... you do know that i only like you, right? that you are the only one for me, right?"

and he would just shyly smile and nod before giving you a candid kiss, laying you down in bed to make love to you and remind you who was the only one for you.

riwoo;

sanghyeok is such a shy boy but he is also very playful when he feels comfortable so i definitely see him playing around with you and the boys, probably at the field or in a pool, laughing and having the best time of his life until he sees sungho playing a little bit too close to you, holding your waist and dodging balls or stopping the boys from splashing water at your face.

he would stop laughing right away, remaining silent for the rest of the afternoon, you didn't even notice because you were soooo busy with the other boys.

you would approach him but he wouldn't even look at you when you called his name, mumbling a soft "go talk to the boys about it" you honestly laughed at how cute he looked being this jealous, you cupped his face and kissed his lips without asking for permission, his cheeks flushing at that very instant.

"what are you doing?"

"can't i kiss my boyfriend?"

"you were ignoring me all day"

"i was not... at least not intentionally, look, hyeok-ah, i'm sorry, okay? can you forgive me this time?" and he would simply nod, holding your hand to go back into the group, they already knew what happened and apologized too for the misunderstanding.

the afternoon went by as normal but you could catch him glancing at you and holding your hand every time he had the chance.

jaehyun;

i am soooo sorry but he wouldn't stfu and watch, he is definitely coming up to you and the boy flirting the shit out of you to get you away from him.

"who's this? you know him?" when you denied with your head and your hands gripped his shirt he understood what was going on, giving the dude a glance before saying "isn't it obvious this is your sign out? get the fuck away from my girlfriend, man"

and you just KNOW that he is NOT leaving your side for the rest of the night, not even for ONE second, for nothing. he even took you to the bathroom with him, excusing himself with a "it's nothing you haven't seen before" and that painfully hot grin of his.

"i don't even know how he thought he got a shot with you" he would say once y'all are back at home, laying between your legs while he softly traced lines in your skin. "he should see how down bad you are for me" and you just laughed because he was right, you didn't have eyes for anyone else.

taesan;

RUN. literally just run. taesan is not a jealous person i'm afraid, he could be picky, yes, he could want something you have (like a game or something), yes. he could play around and pout over little things but he would never really get mad or jealous.

but god forbids the day he does, his hair is covering most of his forehead and yet you can see his eyebrows frowned and his eyes staring at the hand that was resting in your thigh. he himself didn't understand why he was feeling that way, intimidated, threatened and full of rage, it was leehan after all, it was his friend who was laughing with you, touching your thighs with soft palms when he laughed and looking down the opening of your dress by instinct.

yeah, that was not going to work.

that's why taesan stood up and walked to you, his voice sounding lower than usual when he said "stand up, we are leaving" you did not know what was happening but you were not going to go against him either. "were you having fun? having his hands all over you like you don't have me, huh?"

"i don't-"

"don't talk back, i don't wanna hear it"

"but i-"

"i bet he is thinking about you tonight, about how pretty you look in this dress" his hand drawed the curve of your waist. "how soft your hair is" this time he got his other hand to softly touch your hair. "and how good you smell" his face got lost in your neck and he just fucked the shit out of you afterwards, constantly letting you know that you were his.

only to be soooo ashamed the morning after about everything he said and did, but oh well, at least he got off.

leehan;

he would be jealous of everything, everyone and anything, because he could, he wanted and yeah. but it was mostly joking, he would be "jokingly jealous" all the time.

so the day he actually got jealous you didn't even realize it until it was too late. he kept telling you that he didn't like the way riwoo talked to you, that you guys were dancing too close to each other and that he didn't feel comfortable with it.

but again, you thought he was joking, why would he be for real if you always danced with riwoo? well, today was the day he didn't like it, he hated the way riwoo touched you and he knew that riwoo had nothing for you, it was just the dance and he did it professionally, then why?

"are you seriously mad?" you finally asked after he ignored you since you got home, just sitting by his fishtank and chewing some gum. "leehan, i'm talking to you"

"then don't"

"can you talk to me, please?"

"are you going to listen this time?" you just nodded and left out a sign when he got close to you. "i really dislike that dance, i hope that you can change it because i don't want you to dance with someone else like that"

"it's been the same dance since two weeks ago, hannie, what are you saying?"

"you said you'll listen"

"and i am but that's just-"

"you would look so good with your mouth around my cock instead of talking back like a bitch" well damn.

the deal was sealed, the dance was changed, riwoo and you made a different choreography and your lips were sucking him off for the rest of the night, he fucking you in missionary later just so he could stare at your eyes and kiss your lips when he came inside, mumbling how good you were for him. just for him.

[echobx]

Rafe x reader request:

In episode "Parcel 9," the group plans to cut off a house's power, but they accidentally alert the elderly resident, who defends her home with gunfire. Reader gets injured, and despite objections, they're forced to leave her behind. Later, Rafe overhears their conversation, outraged by their abandonment. Determined to make things right, he enlists Barry to rescue Reader. Rafe finds Reader injured but alive, becoming her unexpected hero, and they bond through the ordeal.

Sorry it’s so long Xx

The Cellar - Rafe Cameron × fem!reader

summary: see ask

warnings: mention of reader's leg being injured, other than that none

word count: 1k

author's note: idk why it took me so long to finish this 😭 and now the formatting is (imo) bad bc I don't have my laptop here with me but I wanted to post this anyway. it's roughly edited but not much.

“We don't have a choice,” John B yells and pulls Sarah with him, leaving you stuck under the wooden pillar.

“Sarah!” you cry out but her boyfriend has already pulled her away, out of the cellar and away from you.

You do your best to contain your sobs and cries of pain, not wanting to alert the old lady again. Time passes slowly and you feel yourself growing weaker.

Unbeknownst to you Rafe has his ears perked, listening to John B promise Sarah to go back later that night to get you, but he doesn't sound convincing. Rafe quickly pulls out his phone and texts Barry to meet him at the Crain house.

When they get there it's already getting darker, and they have to use their flashlights to see around the garden and find their way into the cellar.

“John B? JJ?” you whisper as you hear someone enter the cellar, but the voice that answers is not one you are familiar with.

“You really think those two are gonna come back to get you?” Barry laughs quietly before you can see him.

“How'd this happen?” Rafe asks, reaching over to brush over your cheek, removing your tears.

“The old witch shot at us and then this thing fell on my leg and-” You stop before you start crying again and Rafe nods.

“Gonna get you out of here, love,” he promises and turns to Barry. They lift the pillar and you manage to scoot out from under it.

Rafe picks you up and carries you out and towards his car. He saved your life and you don't even know how he knew where to find you. But most of all you wonder why he cares enough to do it.

The ride is quiet, apart from his rather aggressive taps against the steering wheel, or the fact that he's 10 mph over the speed limit.

“Why did you come and get me?” you ask quietly after he puts you down on the couch in his home.

“Because you deserve better to be left alone and all,” Rafe runs his hand over the back of his neck. You have never seen him nervous. As a matter of fact, you have never seen much of him at all, especially not on your own. But now that he's standing in front of you, you get a clear look at him; furrowed brows, lips pressed to a thin line, his hair hanging into his face.

“The doctor will be here in a bit to check on you,” Rafe pulls your attention back to the present.

“Oh, I'm fine, really,” you lie and try to get up, but he catches you just as your legs start to give out from under you.

“I can see that,” he huffs and puts you back down on the sofa.

The doctor comes and leaves rather quickly, only prescribing bed rest and a special ointment for the bruises on your leg, as well as pain medication.

“Maybe I should get you cleaned up before we start the bed rest part of this,” Rafe mumbles and picks you up to go upstairs without you being allowed to say anything about it. It's like he has taken over and you're unsure if you really want to complain about it, about giving parts of your freedom away to him.

He helps you undress with his eyes closed. It's a funny game because he really doesn't want to cross a boundary with you, but he also can't see which makes you giggle when he accidentally grabs your boob instead of your arm and then he jumps back and nearly falls over all by himself.

“I didn't mean to do that,” he apologizes but you keep laughing.

“It's okay.”

His eyes are still closed when he helps you in the bathtub, only opening them after you have confirmed that your bubble bath is covering you completely.

“You can open your eyes again,” you giggle, and he peeks one eye open before looking at you fully. “Didn't think you'd be so weird about potentially seeing some boobs.”

“I'm trying this new thing called, being respectful. Apparently, girls are into that kinda shit,” Rafe says and flashes his eyebrows at you while pulling a small stool over to sit down next to the tub.

“No way!” you fake a gasp and he smiles. “Yeah, you would be surprised how well it's working.”

“Is it?” you ask and he nods, gnawing at his bottom lip.

“Can I be honest with you?” you ask and he nods. “I always thought you were worse. I mean, you're not the best, still-”

“Not my fault you hang out with assholes,” he shrugs and you roll your eyes.

“I hang out with Sarah, and Sarah has friends who are not always as bad as you think. I know JJ would've come back to get me,” you argue.

“Did he, though?” Rafe remarks snidely.

“Eventually they would’ve.” You are sure of it, your friends had never left you behind before, surely it had been a mistake.

“I can bring you back there if you're so sure,” Rafe suggests and you shudder.

“No, thank you. The old witch had a fucking rifle.”

“See,” Rafe chuckles softly and you can't help but gaze at him, at how pretty he looks.

You keep talking, getting to know him better, really. You learn that he, just like you, doesn't have the best relationship with his dad, always trying to get approval from the parent. And you learn that he likes bikes, and only golfs to annoy the old fuckers on the course.

And after you're done bathing he gives you some clothes he found in Sarah's room and you lie down on his bed, eating pizza and watching a movie.

“It's the best because they are both doing the same thing and in the end, all their efforts go out of the window because they realize they belong together,” you sigh happily as the movie starts playing. Rafe pulls you into his side, and you let him. And although he's not a fan of rom-coms, he sits with you, more focused on your reactions to the film than the actual screen.

And while he's watching you, he can't help but thank your dumb Pogue friends for leaving you behind and giving him a chance to win you over.

please don't copy and/or post my work onto other platforms! ~e©ho

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[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

tsumsted wonderland part 3 SR groovies~

(Side notes: No new artwork for Ace or Jamil, as those are this installment’s R cards!

The SSR groovies are still locked and will be revealed at a later time.)

***Spoilers below the cut!!***

WHY DID THEY POP OFF SO HARD WITH THESE GROOVIES 😭 The other Tsumsted Wonderland SR groovies were distanced much farther away and these are way closer so we get a nice eyeful of all the details. I guess they’re going off with a bang…

LikE,WHAT THE FUVk IS THiS???????? WhY’S TREEY mAkING YHE PIXAR DAd FCE WhILE HIS YSUM LOOMS THreaTENInGLY WITH A TOOTHBRUSH An D TOOTHPASTE OF ALL THINgS?????

Is this real life??? Is this a robbery????? Is this an assault where Trey straps you down while the unlicensed plushie of a dentist scrubs at your molars???????????? OTL THIS ISN’T THE REALITY I WANNA EXIST IN

cbsksnwjwfiwk ThIS ONE’s SO SILLY TOO??? The initial artwork was already goofy with Tsum!Ruggie snatching a coin but now it looks like Ruggie learned his lesson from that incident and is keeping cash out of the Tsum’s weird flabby arms.

Y’all really shouldn’t be counting your cash in a public space (it looks like the Savanaclaw lounge) though 💀 Anyone could slink in and make off with those coins you have displayed…

Aw, Silver… He’s so eepy… (You can see that he’s napping on one of Diasomnia’s lounge room sofas!!)

There’s a lot of subtle things to appreciate about this illustration. Silver has one hand on the Tsum even while they’re both dozing off ;!:?&2!.9:$2veuwva It’s a small but protective gesture! I also like that when you zoom in, you can see strands of silver threading his lashes. I’m not usually one to comment on Silver’s looks (I find him pretty mid appearance-wise) but I adore how peaceful he is here. Sleepy Silver artworks are definitely a weakness 💦 Oh no… I feel my heart growing three sizes bigger from looking at this image…

Like I said earlier, the SSR groovies will be out towards the end of the event. I’ll share those and give my thoughts when they’re out too 🫶

[koolades-world]

Can you do the brothers accidentally spilling too much food into their bowls

So like a few examples are

Too much cereal into their milk

Too many oats into their yogurt

Too many fruits in their yogurt

Too many noodles in their soup

Too much eggs in their rice

Etc

And MC thinks they’re so fucking funny by going “I think you have some ___ in your ___”

Can we get their reaction to it

Please and thank you

hiii!! of course :)

this was completely written on mobile because im traveling so forgive any cases of autocorrect doing its job incorrectly. i forgot how hard it was to get tumblr mobile to cooperate in general 😭

enjoy <3

Mc commenting on the brothers spilling too much food into a bowl

Lucifer

of course this old man isn’t amused

he’ll give you one of his signature side glares

but he just assumes it’s some weird human thing and move on with his day

however, if you somehow get his brothers to start saying it too, it won’t go as well as it did for you for them

Mammon

he will be commenting about how you’re a stupid human

honestly, he’s more embarrassed than anything

why? he’s not sure but he hates that you pointed out his mistake haha

but you could do it over and over again, and he’d forgive you

Levi

he understands you!

as someone who’s chronically online, levi swears he’ll get you back one of these days

be careful because he’ll be ready when you least expect it

he may or may not make it so this will happen, how devious!

Satan

he’s just mostly confused

be prepared to get one of his side looks, not too unlike lucifer’s

(do not bring that up though, unless you want to make him very upset)

he’s just going to enjoy his food elsewhere, aka away from you haha

Asmo

he’s the only one to actually ask what that means

I mean, it’s not the words that confuse him

it’s everything else haha

if you teach him how to use it, he’ll start using it too, just let him know not to try it on lucifer

Beel

unbothered king

food is food after all, isn’t it?

he questions it a little, but nonetheless chows down

perhaps not the best brother to try that on haha

Belphie

the most “little shit” about it all haha

will straight up tell you to shut up and that he doesn’t care

(he does)

he’s a little butt-hurt about it so he scarfs down the food so you can’t point it out again

[forbebeandjam]

Heyyy!!! I love your works!!🌺

I was wondering if you could write a bully bada smut ?🎀

Fantasy | Bada Lee x Fem Reader | 21+

Summary: your bully makes you fantasize about things you shouldn’t.

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: y’all this is a bully smut… please tell me you know what to expect 😭 still… Fingering, Spanking, etc. MDNI.

READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

A/N: whoever requested this… sorry for taking so long bby😭 hope you like it!!

~♥︎~

Being the quiet kid in school had always been beneficial. Sitting in the back where no one could interrupt your learning was perfect for you.

The teachers wouldn't call on you, and the majority of your classmates didn't even know of your existence and only looked at you when the rankings came in and you ended up in first place.

"Well... where did she even come from?" they would say as they looked at you.

Your long hair fell over your face and your uniform was not flattering to your body but no one ever saw that, until one day when you entered your last year of high school.

Your parents had to move due to work and you ended up going to a prestigious school. Once again, you remained invisible to everyone.

However, that didn't last for long when your uniform changed. This uniform made your curly figure more prominent to students and to the perverted male teachers.

The boys started to talk about how many boys had fucked you for your hips to look like that. Many bet that they could get you into their bed easily.

The girls talked about how much of a slut you were because of the way you wore your uniform. You even tried to wear pants but the uniform was still accentuating your figure and there was nothing you could do about it.

You were always oblivious to class rankings so you only did what you were supposed to. When the boys tried to hit on you you always pushed them away.

That was until you fell for one of the boys in your class. You couldn't help it. He was the only one that made you feel like you existed without even knowing it.

You texted him every day, helped him study, hung out at his house, and even sat with him during lunch. Many girls started to hate on you even more when they knew you were always with him but you didn't care.

One day during a study session, you went to the bathroom of his house, and when you were walking past a room with loud music playing. The door was wide open and you saw the class president, Bada, making out with one of your classmates.

"You're so wet for me, Y/N,"

You stopped to look at the scene before you and felt something you'd never felt before. Why did she call your name? You didn't know but it made you bite your lip. 

"What the fuck are you looking at?" Bada said and you cleared your throat walking back to his room.

"Mark... Bada lives here?" You asked.

"Well, given the fact that she is my sister, yes," he said and you swallowed your spit in disbelief.

You started to love the way Mark treated you. He was kind and sweet but something about seeing Bada a few seconds ago made you feel all gushy and warm. You wanted more from her but you couldn't give that away.

"Um... I have to go home now. Can we study later?" You said as you packed your things.

"Sure. I'd give you a ride but my girlfriend is in Bada's room studying and I need to take her home as well," he said and you felt like an idiot falling for him.

Of course, he was too good to be single but you didn't know the girl in the next room was his girlfriend. The girl with Bada's hand up her skirt and her tongue down her throat.

"Oh! of course! I can just take the bus so I will head out now and I'll see you in school tomorrow," you said before walking out of the room and into the hall to Bada's room.

You stood in the door frame but the girl wasn't there anymore. Bada stood up and dragged you by the arm into the room and to her bathroom.

She slammed your body against the wall. You were scared. You had never been this close to Bada ever.

"I know you saw what happened and you know that's my brother's girlfriend so you will be quiet. Do you understand?" she said.

"Well, it didn't seem like you wanted to hide anything. Your door was wide open just like her legs," you said. You didn't know why. You had no clue what took over you to speak like that.

Bada hit the wall behind you making you flinch and squirm. A small smirk appeared on her lips.

"I was doing you a favor, babe. Like you didn't let Mark fuck you. Who knows what other filthy things you did in there?" your mouth widened.

"I did not! Mark is not like that!" you said.

"Aren't you the little slut everyone talks about in school? Tell me you didn't feel your pretty cunt dripping wet when you saw me fingering Hejin?" she said as she brought her head closer to yours until you could feel her breath on your lips.

You almost gave in but you decided to push her away.

"Fuck off!" you shouted and stormed out of the room. You took a minute to breathe and collect yourself. How did a stranger have this effect on you?

regardless, you pushed your thoughts away and went home.

-

The following day you went to school and everyone looked at you weirdly. You bit your lip and let your hair fall on your face again.

"What a slut. Sleeping with Mark was so low. He has a girlfriend," you heard someone say. Your eyes widened. This was definitely Bada's doing.

"Y/N, why would you sleep with my brother?" Bada said as she grabbed your face with great force making your eyes tear up.

"I didn't... Bada. You know I didn't," you said shaking your head... or at least trying.

"These are the consequences of snooping around, my little slut. Now get on your knees and beg," Bada whispered in your ear before pushing you down to the floor.

"It's what she deserves, huh?" you heard someone say.

"Bada, why are you doing this?" Mark spoke up and I felt my heart clench. I didn't want to hurt him but I had to speak up.

"It's because that stupid girlfriend of yours, Mark," you said. You felt a kick on your side and realized his girlfriend had hit and kicked you.

"What... what are you talking about?" Mark said.

"Tell him, you bitch. I'm on the floor but at least I wasn't the one begging for someone else to make me cum," she then slapped you across the face.

"Mark, don't listen to her. She's just jealous of me and you," the girl said as she held onto Mark's arm. He grabbed her and dragged her away from the scene leaving me on the floor.

Bada crouched down to your level and pulled your hair making your head tilt back.

"You better pray Mark doesn't find out or you will pay for it," she said before letting go of you and walking away.

-

So for the next few weeks, you were exhausted. Bada had been bullying you not only because of what happened with Mark but because you took her class rank.

Every day she would look for you just to give you a piece of her mind and destroy you with her words. Calling you things like "pathetic little girl" or "a stupid slut" and you got to the point where you'd just let her.

Why the hell you let her? you have no clue. It's almost as if you looked forward to being alone with her in the janitor's closet while she made you fall to your knees and humiliated you.

You always thought there was something wrong with you for wanting her after everything she did to you but when you looked into her eyes, all your thoughts disappeared.

The bell snapped you out of your thoughts and you placed your things into your bag and placed it over your shoulder. You were already anticipating Bada's hand on your shoulder as she pushed you down and made you beg for her to stop.

As you were about to walk out, you heard your teacher calling your name.

"Yes, Mr. Jones?" you asked as you walked back into the class.

"I noticed you are not far away from a higher grade in my class. How about we discuss how to bring your grade up?" he said as she started to close the door and walk to his desk.

He called you over to his desk and you walked toward him. You felt a strange aura but still decided to see what he wanted.

"Come closer. It's alright," He pulled your chair closer to him.

"Look, you can write an essay on your favorite book, retake your lowest grade test, or..." He paused and placed his hand on your thigh. You gasped as his hand moved up and down on your thigh and he began to lift your skirt. You tried to stop him but he grabbed your wrists and punned them down.

"Please, stop..." you said and he chuckled.

"Don't act all innocent. I heard what you've been doing around school. Letting any boy fuck you. What's the difference here?" as you felt his hand riding up your leg, you heard the door fly open.

"Well, would you look at this... Mr. Jones assaulting his student..." Bada said as she took a picture of the situation before her eyes. You panicked at the thought of  Bada owning a picture of it.

"Delete that or I'll flunk you in my class!" he shouted as he walked up to Bada but she didn't move an inch.

"Like I need your class to pass. Besides, one click and I'll send it to my dad... the director of the board of education," Bada said showing the phone to him and he cleared his throat.

"How can we fix this? I will give you anything. A higher grade? WHAT? DAMN IT!" he shouted in frustration and all you could do was cry in silence.

"Never, ever talk or look at her again. I don't want you breathing the same air as her. You don't know her. And if you lay a finger on her again, I'll make sure you live the rest of your life, without a license, a job, and without fucking hands," Bada said before walking up to you.

She wrapped her oversized jacket around your figure and dragged you out of the classroom. She didn't stop until you reached a classroom in a really hidden place in the school. She pulled you inside the classroom and made you sit on the couch.

"What were you thinking? Why didn't you run away? Why did you just sit there and let him do whatever he wanted, Y/N?" she said clearly frustrated. You didn't respond.

"Oh, my gosh... you are actually a virgin?" she said and you started fiddling with your fingers. You felt pathetic for being so vulnerable with people, especially in front of Bada.

"Can you say something? I... I am going crazy," she said.

"Bada, I can't. You have no idea how you make me feel. Things I have never felt before. I feel pathetic for feeling all warm and gushy only when you touch me. I didn't know what to do with Mr. Jones. I was scared and now..." You paused and aggressively wiped your tears.

"Now the only thing in my head is you. You, pushing me down to the floor. Who in their right mind thinks like this? I don't even... I don't know, Bada,"

Bada approached you her touch was soft and you loved it. She lifted your chin.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" She said locking eyes with you. Her pupils were dark and you could tell she was eager for your touch.

"Take it. If I'm going to be a slut, I'm going to be your slut. Take my virginity, Bada," you said making her smirk.

"It's that what you really want, pretty girl? You want to be my slut? Aren't you a pathetic little thing?" She said knowing well that you liked it when she did that.

She grabbed your face roughly and shoved her two long fingers inside of your mouth pushing them down your throat and you took them so well gagging slightly but sucking hard on them.

You felt your pussy grow wetter by the second as she played with your thigh. Her hand traced circles around your inner thigh dragging her hand up to your entrance. A new excitement was found in her eyes as she felt how wet you were through your panties.

"Is that all for me?" She asked and all you could do was nod causing her fingers to go deeper down your throat and your saliva was now slimy. She removed her fingers from your mouth and strings of thick saliva connected your mouth and her fingers.

"How well lubricated you left my fingers..." Without warning, she ripped off your soaked panties. She flipped you over and you were now lying on your stomach on her lap.

"Look at how wet my little slut is for me. Mh~ let's see how good you take me..." she shoved her two drenched fingers inside of you making you let out a whimpering noise.

"Does it hurt?" She asked.

"Yes... but... keep... keep going," you said between heavy breathing and whimpering. You wanted to make her sadistic pleasures come true. And you had somehow turned all your pain into pleasure when you were under her touch.

You never told her this but, every time she beat you, cursed at you, or pulled you around, your panties would get drenched in your wetness.

"Mh~ Bada. Please, harder," you moaned as you wiggled your ass in front of her. You wanted her to spank you and she did. She left a red mark on your ass and you moaned.

She moved in and out of you harshly curling her fingers fighting to find your sweet spot, and with every thrust, she would hit your sensitive and swollen clit making you moan even more.

When she thrust in one more time, she finally came in contact with your spot as you moaned and moved more. So she stopped her movements and you started to squirm on her lap. She spanked you hard making you stop.

She turned to look at your face. You were still drooling and a stupid smile plastered on your face as your eyes rolled back. She chuckled and made you sit on the desk fingers still deep inside of you.

"Should I wipe that stupid smile off your face? You're such a pathetic slut, aren't you?" She said and you laughed.

"Only for you, Bada Lee," you replied. She smiled and attacked your lips. Kissing you and moving once again, she took hold of your neck and gently choked you.

You started to moan again, this time louder as she hit your spot over and over. Bada had come from seeing how you reacted to her. She never thought such a shy and innocent thing like you would be like this and just for her.

She always daydreamed about having you in this position and she never imagined that she would actually get to have you. But she wanted to taste you. To make you cum and taste you.

So she sped up. Having no mercy on your dripping pussy as the juices went everywhere on your thighs. And then you came all over her hand. She pushed her fingers back in your mouth and you started to suck.

She lowered herself on you and immediately attacked your sensitive clit collecting your cum with her tongue. You bit her fingers from the overstimulation and she moaned into your fold making you cum all over again letting out loud and shaky breaths.

"Mh~ you taste really good, my little slut. Cumming twice for me like that," she said as she licked up the mess you had made still twitching and whimpering every time her tongue made contact with your folds.

she made you sit up and use your panties to clean up the mess from your tights and folds before putting them in her pocket. 

After a few minutes, you had come down from your orgasm and you managed to stand up. You pulled down your skirt afraid that your figure would make the skirt lift and others would see that your underwear was missing. 

"Here. No one gets to see that but me," she said as she wrapped her jacket around your waist once more. 

You started to walk out of the room with the same shy expression and your hair hanging from the sides of your head when you felt Bada take hold of your hair and pull your head back. 

You moaned at her action and bit your lip as your eyes shut closed. 

"I am not done with you, little slut," she said with a smirk. She planted a heated and sloppy kiss. 

"I'll be waiting eagerly..." you said  licking your lips and walked out of the room.

Thank you for reading 🩵

[anntriccs]

Omg just read your bsd lovechild au! comic you just released and I love it!!!! 😭😭😭😭😭😭 Kazuya is so politely sassy and Lenore?!?! My babies are soo cuteee 😭😭

Also I dunno if this is gonna canon for you or not but I hc that Mori has tried to teach Kazuya medical procedures (like genuinely not cuz he's a mad doctor and has operated on his father multiple times without his consent but cuz he just wants Kazuya to look up to him as a doctor and maybe hopefully take him as a student) but Kazuya just politely declines and goes ahead and idk does his math homework or smth.

Mori: Okay Kazuya-kun. How about I teach you how to tie a suture? It's very easy just let me-

Kazuya: I'm sorry but my dada did tell me to not talk with you. I'm going to do my math homework so if you'd please excuse me. (Goes and actually does his homework cuz he's a good lil boy)

Mori (on the phone with Chuuya, yes again): Chuuya-kun!!! Why does your son hate me so much?!?!? I promised both you and Dazai-kun that I have turned over a better leaf!!! Elise can even vouch for it!! Elise tell em!!!

Elise (a lil older than canon, I'm assuming like 15-17) : Nah. You were a creepy pedophilic old man before. Now you're just a creepy old man.

Mori: Elise-chan!!!!

Chuuya (on the phone and completely ignoring Mori): Okay so boss since you've bothered to call me at all, please let me bother you by asking about our client-

Mori: You just completely ignored me didn't you Chuuya-kun.

Also Mori makes Chuuya take missions the same time Dazai has a case he has to work on so they have no choice but to leave Kazuya with a babysitter (most of the time it's AkuAtsu but if they're busy and need to look for a babysitter too then it's with Poe, Gin, Kouyou, Yosano, Kenji, Kyoka, and surprisingly Kajii who makes em all lemon-flavored food [Lenore hates that]) but Mori is never on the list so he has to wish on his lucky stars that he gets to babysit Soukoku's golden child and when that happens he cries tears of happiness. This only happens a couple of times before Chuuya "accidentally" shakes his entire building and asks him to not schedule his missions when his husband is away.

Also Chuuya never does anything about Kazuya ignoring Mori. He could and Kazuya would listen to him (somewhat only) but he doesn't cuz he knows it helps in keeping Kazuya safe and give Dazai peace of mind.

Also currently laughing over the fact that somewhere there's an album of all the people Dazai knows in Yokohama and he shows em to Kazuya like a picture book.

Dazai: So this is Mori Ougai. Also called Rintaro by his ability Elise. Now like we practiced, what do we say when Mori-san comes and talks to us.

Kazuya (who had just learned to talk): I'm sowwy but papa said not to talk with you.

Dazai: Good boy!!!!! Omg you're so smart such a handsome and cute son I have!!!

Chuuya: Can't you like, idk teach him normal stuff that is essential to toddlers?

Dazai: Avoiding the boss of the Port Mafia is essential enough no?

I love it! I really want to draw that last dialog, because I totally imagined Dazai sitting with Kazuya on his lap and "educating" him about who to talk to and who not to talk to, haha <3

[witch--btch]

Negai no Astro Chapter 7 Leaks

◢◤◢◤◢◤◢spoilers below◤◢◤◢◤◢◤

A flashback of Kuran speaking with Kongo?

A rough translation could be read as (from top right to bottom left);

「 ….. I’m sorry, everyone… 」 - kuran

“What?” “You want me to teach you how to make money from the pot?” - Kongo

“Yes.” “I want to create the best club and security in Ikebukuro.” - Kuran

「 I was desperate. I can’t do this unless I throw away my emotions..」 - kuran

AND THEN THESE BOYS START MAKING FUN OF KURANS ASTRO LIKE CHILL—😭

“What’s up with that Astro! With the tail!!” - Hibaru

“The gap is too much! WITH THE TAIL!!” - Terasu

The way kuran’s petting his tail like😭 i did not expect him to be so soft— it’s a very pleasant surprise♡

“Botan helped me realize who I really am.” - Kuran

“The real you?” - Hibaru

“Yeah. I wished I could laugh, but all I got was the power to change.” - Kuran

KOU WHY SO RUDE MAN— DID WE NOT JUST SEE YOUR TRUE COLORS LMAO

I know I know he’s probably only saying this as a ‘don’t come back u til you know what it’s like to really smile again’. kind of way.

“You're no longer needed. Don't ever show that sad face again.” - Kou

DAMN OKAY BRO???

We get to see Kuran transform one more time… while it’s not confirmed what it is yet, I’m assuming he’s transforming into his younger self to give everyone this final goodbye smile:

SIR WHY YOU JUST GOT YOUR TAIL WHIPPING OUT LIKE THAT IM CRYING OUT THAT THING AWAY(don’t really it’s kinda cute)

Aaaand WOW! Biggest spoiler of the night; KURAN ACTUALLY JOINS HIBARU AND TERASU!!! I honestly didn’t expect this, but I am SO excited to see more of my man’s♡

Honestly, he’d make an awesome addition to the team, so this is a really smart call!

Final thoughts:

Honestly, I was a Kuran Stan since day one; ever since he was first shown in promotional art, I knew he was going to be a character I loved, AND SO FAR, KURAN STANS HAVE DONT NOTHING BUT EAT!!! GOOD!!!! WE STAY WINNING BABES!!!

The emotional turmoil; past trauma and development into this shell of a person you once used to be… it’s all very personal and beautiful.

Kou is even growing on me; anytime he makes a deranged little comment I realize where he’s coming from now. Not a place of hate, but a place of hurt. It’s very interesting.

I also can’t wait to see Hibaru work his magic in the next few chapters!

I love that they’re riding motorcycles in the end too !!! I want to know what types they are now!

[papertowness]

there was absolutely no reason for james wilson to look at his best buddy / coworker like this after said best buddy / coworker just accused him of dressing up to impress somebody at the place they work at

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU time travel but with a twist

— where Tom and Harry are best friends but Harry ends up falling for Tom — and Tom? He rejects him. Because Tom isn't ready. Because he thinks relationships are a waste of time — and believes what he and Harry has is better. And, Harry? Though hurt, accepts his answer. Though there is some residual awkwardness — they go back to being friends.

But— now, Tom is more aware of Harry. Now, that he knows Harry is okay with having a romantic relationship with him, he starts noticing things that he hasn't before. He starts thinking about Harry more than he did before (which basically means he thought about him every second now, back then it was one thought per ten seconds but anyways—) and having realizations about himself that he has been ignoring before due to always thinking about the future. After all he is a busy man with a grand plan — he was just too busy to have time for something mundane like introspection, am I right?

Unfortunately, though before Tom could do something about his emotions derailing his plans — Harry dies. For him. To save him

Tom being Tom, through his all consuming grief and regrets — breaks time conventions to save Harry and ends up travelling back on the day Harry came to Hogwarts. And as Tom tries to make amends for his mistakes by trying to befriend Harry, who is the new transfer student earlier than before, he realizes how strange Harry used to be.

How he would act skittish around Tom or glare at him with so much hatred that would make him stumble. Because Harry never did that, or did he? That didn't matter though, because Tom would win him over anyways — because he is the one whom Harry loves loved. So, he is one who would end up winning him anyways — not Black or Longbottom for that matter.

So this au is basically time travelling harry and time travelling tom but both of them from different points of time, trying to do their best — trying to save the world (for Tom, it's Harry and is that my way of implying Harry was his world? Yes.)