#and maybe you still won't be satisfied but you'll be having fun. and you'll be improving

[rebornofstars]

* I know I’m technically a focus on art but I also want to chat as writer—what’s one of your favorite troupes that you rarely write whether it’s because you feel you can’t do it justice or just because you don’t? Me personally I am an AVID fan of mind bending/un-reality fics, but I can never write them to a satisfactory level. They’re so fun to read especially when they’re multi-chapter and you’ve gotta theorize on wtf is going on!!! It’s quirky and fun!!!! No one knows what’s going on and I ADORE that type of confusion. Learning to write is fun but I’m not at that level yet and I’m excited for when I can GGHRAAAHHH!!!!

OH BOY. oh boy. hello there thank you so much for the ask i absolutely love it. this took me a while to respond to because i had to get my thoughts in order 😅 i like a good never-say-never attitude, but there are many many things i write that are not as good as the blurry versions of themselves rotating around the inside of my head! the potential, u know? i can never do the potential justice. somehow i don't think that will ever change.

one thing i definitely struggle with is long-term character development - whether it's romantic, like a slow burn, or platonic or just in terms of narrative structure, whatever. i can't seem to get it happening to my satisfaction. i am so comfortable collecting snapshots of specific points of a character's journey, but when i try to slowly allow them to grow and change, it always feels cheap idk 😬😭 i'm also not so good at writing stories which span a longer period of time and/or have timeskips. it's mostly due to lack of practice with longer stories, and i'm working on improving!

in terms of more specific tropes or genres, though.... mysteries. i can never figure out how heavy or subtle the foreshadowing should be. comedy is also hard, although i've been practicing that one and i think i'm slowly getting the hang of a few different styles that are more humourous. and sometimes i read, like, Feist and Wurts' Empire trilogy, or Rothfuss' The Name of the Wind, and realise all over again i have a looooong way yet to go when it comes to introducing worldbuilding into a story naturally and intuitively. also, this might be silly, because the LU fic i'm most known for is literally about this, but reveals? i'm not so confident i can live up to the hype or satisfactorily fulfill the tension i've built. i hope my cursebreaker readers are not going to be disappointed by the payoff/reveal i have planned 🤞🤞😁

that being said, though, i keep writing all of those tropes and genres anyway, and it's really an honour to have the space and encouragement to be giving it a shot. i'm so grateful that all my recurring readers have put their trust in me and my ability to deliver a good story. throughout my childhood writing has always been a very solitary endeavour for me and i cannot express how much fun i've been having on ao3 over the last year, and tumblr the last few months. i've never had a fandom community like this before 💕 and i like to think that while i'm still growing my skills, i also have the potential inside me for anything, if i give it a good shot and keep at it. i think we all do.

i'm very sorry for all of this word vomit 😁 i guess, to chat as a writer, all i can say is i also LOVE reality bending stories, and they're SO FUN and you're SO RIGHT, and i don't have so much one problem writing as i do a lot of smaller more general ones, because i like to throw myself into my problems head-first, and i believe that you too have a million potentials inside you if you keep at it, and i for one am very, very excited to see where you go. i guess this whole answer was a gesture of enouragement, in the end. 🤩🥰

[gotaksboyfie]

can u do a baku smut hcs thankzzz ‼️

baku nsfw hc's

general

» he's huge. like thick and girthy, with a nice length to it, somewhere around 7in. he'll almost always give you some type of belly bulge, and it's so hot to him. it always takes a crazy amount of prep for you to comfortably take him all, and even then it still feels like he's splitting you open.

» loves creampies so much its insane. seeing his cum trickle out of you is enough to get him going again. he'll push his cum back and start fingering you softly, making you whine in oversensitivity before slamming back into you without warning. he also has a huge breeding kink, always muttering something about it.

» is aware of his strength, and uses it to his advantage. baku loves fucking you against a wall where you're helpless and at his mercy. you can't do anything except claw at his back from the pleasure

» speaking of being helpless.. he likes making you take it. it's easy for him to just pin you down and fuck you senseless. he's big into overstimulation and always milks you dry this way

» has some insane stamina. he can go multiple rounds in a row and still be up for more, even if you're on the verge of passing out. on days where he's pent up, you better pray that he's satisfied soon. if not, you'll be used relentlessly by baku

» pace is fast and rough. he doesn't have to do much movement to go deep, so he focuses on speed. some precision is lost because of it, but he still hits all the right spots. definitely a cervix bruiser

» pretty big fan of bondage, more on you than him. even tied up he can easily break out of them, so it's more about self control on his end. his favorite aspect about bondage is seeing how pretty you look in the ropes. seeing how sensitive you get is a delight to baku

» a huge tease. he'll bring you so close to the edge just to stop his actions completely, feigning innocence when you complain. it's not his fault that you're just so fun to play with. he also won't do anything first unless you admit exactly what you want, solely because you always get too flustered to say it. he enjoys watching you get desperate for him, to the point of swallowing your pride.

» hes very prone to getting boners. if you "accidentally" drop something and bend over in front of him to grab it, he pops a semi almost instantly. just a couple kisses and his cock is almost rock hard, pressing against your thigh.

» definitely dominant. watching you submit to him gets him so turned on. knowing that you trust him enough to go into subspace around him is something that he'll always cherish. also, setting punishments for you when you break one of his rules is so fun to him. sometimes its orgasm denial, sometimes its spanking, or sometimes its edging. the options are endless and baku is very creative when it comes to them.

» an ass guy for sure. he's obsessed with watching it bounce with every thrust, and how red it gets when he spanks you. he can't control his strength around you, so it always leaves your ass a deep red and slightly bruised.

» i feel like he'd be into some dubcon/cnc. of course he wont do anything without your consent, but hearing you plead for him to stop without saying your safe-word turns him on more than he'd like to admit. you can say it's too much all you want, but baku knows that you still want more since you haven't safe-worded yet

» not a huge fan of hickeys, but likes them in moderation. too many is slightly embarrassing, so he stops you after maybe 2 or 3 visible ones. he'd like giving you hickeys too, but he has other means of marking you up (bruises)

» bigggg on aftercare. he always looks forward to the intimacy of it (and seeing the aftermath of what he did to you). baku knows he can be rough, so he wants to know that you're okay mentally and physically after

fin

[harringtonfeels]

teach (part ii of touch)

3.9k | New relationship (friends to lovers) | Shy, inexperienced Reader | Smut with undertones of fluff

Notes: This is a continuation of my one shot touch. You don't have to read touch first, but I do think it's more fun that way.

Reader just wants to blow Steve, if he'll just let her already.

Dating Steve is so natural it's like breathing. It's never awkward the way new relationships tend to be. There are none of those growing pains like you've experienced in past relationships. And if you should say so yourself, you make a pretty good team. You segue easily from holding hands at the diner, to making fun of each other over stupid stuff, to abandoning the movie on the TV screen to make out on your couch.

A big part of it is how thoughtful you both are, and how intimately you already know each other. Steve always double-checks your boundaries, always makes sure you know you can tell him if there's something bothering you, or if you've changed your mind. He's so gentle with you, sometimes so gentle you feel the need to remind him that it's okay to be a little assertive.

Steve is a lot of things. Your goofy best friend, a charming boyfriend, and an enthusiastic lover. He's never selfish, and he's certainly never cruel. Sometimes, you have to focus really hard to remind yourself of that. Especially in moments like these. Because, if you didn't know better, you'd say he's driving you crazy on purpose.

You lean up into a sitting position, your tee shirt falling back down and covering your abdomen. "Steve," you all but whine, reaching out for him. He's shirtless, and his skin is damp with sweat, but you don't mind.

"What?" he laughs. He cups your cheek with his hand as he leans in to press a soft kiss to your lips, then your nose.

Rolling your eyes, you press your free hand to his chest and push him back, firmly but carefully. His lips are too distracting - you'll have to keep him off of you if you want to accomplish anything.

"Why won't you let me?" You've been learning recently how to do the girlfriend thing with a little more… finesse. That includes pouting - at least, when there's something you want. And you're also learning that Steve is a little bit of a sucker for some puppy dog eyes.

"Let you what?" He sounds distracted, and maybe a bit amused, while diving in for another kiss.

Your hand moves swiftly and with purpose down his chest, dropping straight to the button of his Levi's and tugging him in closer. You're still new to this - much newer to it than Steve is. But that doesn't mean you aren't sure of yourself, and it certainly doesn't mean you don't know what you want.

However, while you're angling for something new, he appears to be on a bit of a mission himself.

"Don't worry about that, honey." His tone is chipper, and then his mouth is on yours, and his hands are on your thighs, and your brain is empty.

Steve is a very generous boyfriend, in more ways than one. For your first time, he makes sure everything's just right. The music, the mood, the venue - even the lighting.

He's more prepared than you've ever seen him before. He's bought a pack of condoms to keep in your nightstand, and a bottle of lube as well. You're not exactly old-fashioned, but it's nice that you didn't have to look the lady in the pharmacy checkout line in the eye while buying it yourself.

He makes you cum on his fingers and his mouth first, reddened lips glistening with your slick, and if you were excited to have sex before, now you're aching for it. He never has a hard time getting you interested, but you weren't expecting to feel so satisfied before you've even gotten started.

When he asks if you're ready, you are - absolutely. You palm him through his briefs and moan into his mouth at the feel of him, hard and heavy in your hand.

"Oh, honey," he groans, easing you back down into the pillows, and you can't help but whine a little as he slides his briefs down, freeing his cock.

It's not the first time you've ever seen a penis, but it's the first time you've ever seen Steve's, and with him, everything feels like the first time. Your mouth waters at the sight of him, the shaft hard and ready, tip flushed a dark pink.

"Steve," you sigh, and he kisses you firmly, lovingly, cradling the back of your neck with his big hand.

He rolls the condom on with practiced ease, and then his free hand descends on you, rubbing slick circles around your swollen clit. You know there's something you wanted to ask for, but when your hips buck against his hand, still sensitive from your orgasm, you can't remember what you wanted until he swipes the head of his cock through your folds. You feel him twitch against you, and it's intoxicating, the thought that you drive him as crazy as he does you, that you can feel how hard he's working to exercise some restraint. How hard he's trying to make this perfect.

Your grip on his bicep tightens, and by then, you're so worked up, you're not about to ask him to stop just so you can blow him.

The line between emotional intimacy and sexual intimacy becomes blurrier over time. It's only been three weeks since he touched you the first time, but he's gotten really good at making you feel comfortable. You're also becoming more confident asking for what you need, slowly but surely.

Sometimes you don't know how to say what you mean without it sounding overly crass, and if you can't look him in the eye when you make certain requests, or if your cheeks burn with mild embarrassment - well, it's not like you can help it. But each time, he's so encouraging, helps you through it and never makes you feel ashamed to express yourself. As a matter of fact, you're starting to get the idea that he gets a little bit of a thrill from prompting you to be more direct, hearing you say things you never, ever would have said to him before you were dating.

You're getting a lot of practice asking him to modify his technique, or suggesting a new position. You're also getting better at communicating nonverbally, reading his body language and refining your own. For years, you've felt like you could read Steve like the back of your hand, and it felt like there was nothing left to learn. Oh, how wrong you were. There are so many things to want or need now that were never on the table before, and a million more questions to ask, so sometimes you can't imply the things you want to with your hands or your mouth, with a sigh or a moan. And it's moments like that where Steve seems to have the most fun.

The cheesy slasher flick Steve brought home from Family Video is frozen on the screen of his TV, and you're straddling his lap. Your camisole is abandoned on the floor, and a half-empty popcorn bucket and a couple of wine glasses are strewn across the coffee table. Steve's hand is tangled in your hair, his mouth parted with a sigh as you kiss him, nipping and sucking gently at the junction of his jaw and his neck.

"Oh, honey," he groans, other hand gripping your hip, pulling you a little more firmly against him.

The moan that spills from your lips would be embarrassing with anyone else, but the hard press of his erection between your thighs, separated only by a few layers of clothing, has you feeling so needy it's hard to care about much else. You fist the front of his shirt in your hand and yank him closer, kissing him so clumsily your teeth knock against his. Your hands graze the familiar landscape of his lower stomach, desperately working your way under his shirt, and then to the waistband of his jeans.

Breathlessly, you ask, "Can I?"

Steve's hips rut against yours, and his hand leaves your hair, cupping your cheek. He pulls back just enough to lean his forehead against yours, and his eyes are dark with desire. "Can you what?"

You hesitate, mouth feeling a little dry. How are you supposed to ask this without sounding like a frat boy? Steve has gone down on you like ten times now. Why is it so hard to work up the nerve to just tell him what you want when it comes to this?

Maybe it's because all the girls you went to school with talked about blowjobs like they were inconvenient - or worse, an obligation. Maybe you're afraid it'll make you look like a nymphomaniac if you admit you actually want to. Maybe it's because all the pressure is on you to perform properly, whereas with sex, you're working together. Or maybe it's just because you really, really want it to be good for him.

A couple beats pass, and you tell yourself it's just Steve. Why would it bother Steve for you to act like you want him? Finally, you sit back on your heels and bite your lip, fingers poised at the button of his jeans, and you ask, "Can I suck your dick?"

The first time you offered, he seemed to have gotten the memo, but he'd dismissed your request. The second time, you'd been too wrapped up in how good you felt to get the words out. You're not sure what you're expecting when you finally ask again. Part of you irrationally wonders if maybe that's something he doesn't like, or if he specifically doesn't want you to do it.

He hesitates, and you brace yourself for rejection as you take in the uncertainty in his eyes. Instead, he asks, "Are you sure you want to? You don't have to."

Brow furrowing, you say, "Why would I ask if I didn't want to?"

The way he's looking at you, it's like he's trying to decipher what's going on in your head. You haven't seen him so unsure in years, if ever. After a pause that lingers just slightly too long, he replies. "I just don't want you to think you have to do that to make me happy. I wouldn't be upset if you didn't."

You're starting to put it together what this is about. "Steve, I know you don't want me to feel obligated, but I want to. I want to make you feel good. I think about it a lot, actually."

He shifts his hips underneath you, and you gasp quietly at the sensation, the zipper of his jeans rubbing against you through your shorts. His lips tug upward at the corner. "Yeah?"

Nodding, you kiss him slowly, like you mean it. Your hands shake slightly as you begin undoing the button of his jeans.

He lifts you slightly where you perch on his knees as he raises his hips, allowing you to help him shimmy off his jeans. His hand finds your breast through your bra, and you arch slightly into his touch. "Have you done this before?"

You shake your head, a tinge of self-consciousness blooming in your belly. You're determined not to let that stop you. Eyes meeting his, eyelashes fluttering slightly, you murmur, "Can you teach me?"

Licking his lips, he nods and leans back in, pressing a kiss to your lips. Your gaze drops to the briefs still clinging to his hips, and your breath stutters at the sight of the thick outline of him pressing through the cotton. "I've got you, honey," he says, clearly mistaking your interest for intimidation. You smile at the softness of his voice. Sometimes, you still can't believe Steve is yours, that you have the privilege of having your first sexual relationship with someone who cares so deeply for you, who always puts you first.

You climb off of him and settle between his legs, shag carpet pressing into your knees. It's not exactly comfortable, and Steve must anticipate that, because he hands you one of the pillows beside him on the couch and helps you position it between your knees and the floor. Your heart is racing now; you can feel it throbbing in your pulse point.

"You'll let me know if you start feeling uncomfortable, yeah?" he asks, and his tone is serious and soft as he strokes your hair with one hand.

When you nod, he takes your hands in his gently and pulls them to his lap. You lean forward a little, hands settling on the tops of his thighs. Thinking back on how Steve touches you when he's trying to help get you in the mood, you rub his legs lightly, across the tops of his thighs, along the more sensitive skin on the insides of each of his legs. You try to acquaint yourself with every inch of his exposed skin before moving forward, and it might feel a little silly if you couldn't feel him getting more and more relaxed under your touch.

On a whim, you close your eyes and lower your head to press a chaste kiss to the inside of his knee, and you look up at him, hooking your fingers into the band of his boxers.

He inhales sharply, lips parting slightly, and he lifts his hips again, allowing you to remove his boxers. Once they're down to his ankles with his jeans, you slide both garments all the way off his body and dump them in a heap beside you. His cock is hard and flushed, nearly brushing his stomach, and while you're nervous, you can't help but sigh a little at the sight of it. You've spent weeks daydreaming about this, and you don't know why. You don't know why you've wanted this so badly, just that you do, and now you're finally here, and you don't even know where to start.

As if reading your thoughts, Steve takes one of your hands in his and guides it to his shaft, curling your fingers and palm ever so gently around the base of it. Your fingers almost wrap all the way around him, and you feel yourself growing wetter at the sight. You're not sure if his size is average, or if he's a little on the bigger side, but you know you think he looks really good, and you know he feels really good, too. The weight of him in your hand feels natural.

You start to move your hand over him, and he hisses, then closes his hand over yours, stilling your hand. "Not so firm." His voice is low and gentle, not chastising you but guiding you instead.

Cheeks burning, you loosen your grip a little and look up at him for confirmation.

"There you go," he hums. "It's sensitive, so you have to be gentle, especially since your hand is dry." You think back on the times you've tried to masturbate when you weren't wet enough yet, and that makes sense. "Try again."

You cock your head slightly to the side and watch as he lets go of your hand, and you slowly move your fist up and down his shaft. He twitches in your hand, growing a harder from your touch, and it makes you feel something like pride. Your motion is straight up and down, which feels a little uncomfortable with the position of your elbow and wrist, so you loosen your wrist and watch his eyes as you stroke him rhythmically, tugging him slightly to the side.

He groans and leans his head back against the back of the couch, closing his eyes. "That's it, baby." His breath stutters, and he asks, "Doesn't that feel a better for your wrist?"

You hum your agreement and focus on maintaining your rhythm, leaning in a little closer. "Is it okay if I…?"

You're sure he'll make you say it out loud, but he doesn't, just nods, locking his eyes with yours. "Go ahead, honey, whenever you're ready."

After another few beats, you use your free hand to steady yourself, pressing it to his thigh and leaning your full weight into the cushion beneath your knees. Hesitantly, you lick a stripe up from the bottom of the head to the very tip, and he tenses, fingers finding the back of your head again. He's gentle, not pushing you closer but offering reassurance.

Feeling a little more confident, you take the head of him into your mouth. You read your friends' issues of Cosmo when you were younger, so you've retained some information on various blowjob techniques, but you're not sure if they're any good. When you wrap your lips around him, you attempt to hollow your cheeks and bob your head slightly, straining to look up at his face.

The hardest part seems to be the multitasking. You're still trying to work his shaft with your hand as you suck on the head, and when you try too hard to look at his face, too, you can feel your mouth filling with saliva. You try to swallow around him but struggle a bit, so you pull your mouth off of him with a pop and then swallow.

"Is that okay?" you ask, voice small, leaning back just a little to see him better.

His lips are red from biting them, and he nods, voice hoarse when he says, "Yeah, baby, you're doing so good."

Once you feel ready, you lean back in and wrap your lips around him again, and he inhales sharply when your back teeth graze the head. You pull away quickly. "I'm so sorry," you say quickly, mortified. You don't know much, but you do know you probably weren't supposed to do that.

"It's okay, it's okay," he insists. "Just gotta be careful with the teeth. You'll get it."

You frown a little and look at the head of him again, steeling yourself. When you take him into your mouth again, you take extra care to suck in your cheeks and open wide enough to keep from touching him with your teeth. After a few moments of practicing with the head, you swirl your tongue around the tip, and his hips stutter. You feel rather than see him grip the edge of the cushion, and his brow furrows.

"Oh, honey," he groans. "That feels so good."

After a few moments of licking different patterns on the tip, noting the reactions they draw from him, you begin bobbing your head a little further down, taking more and more of him with each movement. Soon, your lips are connecting with your hand, where you're stroking his shaft, and you focus on trying to get low enough that your fist only covers the base.

The first time he touches the back of your throat, you gag and pull away abruptly. Steve laughs lightly while you catch your breath, and he strokes your cheek, smiling sympathetically. "I'm sorry, I should have warned you."

"It's okay," you reply, sounding a little strangled.

While you're looking up at him, you realize he's not looking at you like someone who just choked on his cock, or even like someone who's blowing him at all. Steve looks at you like you're the most important thing in the world.

Like he's in love with you.

"You don't have to take it all," he says encouragingly. "It's hard to do if you have a sensitive gag reflex."

"No, I'm doing it."

He laughs at your stubborn attitude, watching as you wrap your hand around him again. His eyes crinkle in the corners, and your heart swells with fondness.

"If you insist, baby, just don't hurt yourself. If you can't, you can still use your hand to cover the rest. Try to focus on breathing slow and deep through your nose. That should help."

You nod and roll your shoulders and neck, preparing to get back in the saddle. When you take him into your mouth again, you do like he said, and you focus more on your breathing than on fisting his cock with your hand. You'd like to do it all, but you remind yourself that you're just learning and maybe it's better to start with the basics and then do the extra stuff.

This time, when he nudges the back of your throat, you feel the urge to gag, but you stop yourself just in time, gripping his thigh with your hand.

"Oh my god," he groans, hand weaving into the hair at the nape of your neck. "That's it, baby. Keep going."

Before long, your nose is pressing into his pubic bone, and you're taking all of him in your mouth, all the way to the base. Your jaw is sore, but you don't care, because he's making such pretty sounds. When it becomes too much to handle, you pull back to just the tip and swirl your tongue around him, and his hips jerk forward at the sensation. He murmurs sweet nothings, tells you how well you're doing, how good you feel. And when you work your way back to taking him to the hilt, he whimpers.

Pressing your thighs together to alleviate the ache, you begin bobbing your head with more fervor. You're not sure you've ever been so wet in your life, and you want him so badly it feels like you might die. You want to make him cum with your mouth, but you want him inside you, too, and you're overwhelmed by a resounding chorus of need need need inside your mind.

"Baby, babe," he babbles, and when you meet his eyes, he looks like overtaken by pleasure. You can feel the desperation behind his gaze. "I'm - I'm so close."

You moan around his cock, squeezing your thighs together again. You're absolutely soaked. He's never sounded so good as he does right now, and then he says your name like it's both a plea and a prayer.

You can't take it anymore. You pick up the pace, and it hurts - oh, God, your jaw aches - but you don't care.

"I'm gonna cum," he warns, and you've never heard some sound so feverish. "Baby, I'm—Please. Need to feel you."

Your head swims with desire. You've never heard Steve beg before. How are you supposed to cope with that?

You pull off of him, panting, eyes watering with exertion, and Steve hauls you to your feet, looking to you for permission to remove your shorts. When he unzips them, they drop to your ankles, and you step out of them easily. He pulls you onto his lap, and you're on his mouth just as quickly, kissing him breathless.

His cock nudges against your underwear, and you sigh, rolling your hips against his.

"Can I—" He licks his lips, and when you look into his eyes, you can see he's feeling just as self-conscious as you did earlier. Butterflies explode in your stomach, and you take his face in your hands. You don't know what he's asking, and you wait for him to try again. Finally, he chokes out, "I wanna show you how much I love you - please."

You don't need to hear anymore. You don't know exactly what he wants, but you don't think you need to. There are a lot of things left for Steve to teach you, but trust isn't one of them. You know Steve will take care of you, will be gentle where he needs to be. So you kiss him softly, nod against his forehead. And when he stands, panting, you wrap your legs around his waist and let him carry you to bed.

[sxcret-garden]

NCT Dream getting pussy drunk [M]

ღ NCT Dream all members x fem-bodied!reader ღ genre: smut reaction ღ warnings: none

Author’s note: idk, i just had this idea last night and it had to get out askldöfjkdas

Mark:

doesn't get pussy drunk all the time, but when he does, it happens quickly

it's more likely when he's actually drunk

like that one time you're sitting on his face, your front facing his body, and the second he dips his tongue into you you can see the bulge in his pants growing

a few more licks and this guy is almost fully hard, that's how much it affects him sometimes

has his hands all over you as far as he can reach - like he just got that much more needy

hums at your taste and could cum from that alone, while he's desperate to figure out where to best hold onto you

has you falling apart on top of him eventually, and will get even more eager with his face still burried in your pussy if you start getting him off too

he's whining at all the sensations coursing through his body now, and you bet this guy is gonna cum within a minute

but even then he still needs to taste you, so you can be sure he won't be satisfied until he's made you cum a few more times

Renjun:

doesn't get pussy drunk easily, so when it happens for the first time he's so embarrassed afterwards???

like he does not know how to process the way he acted when he felt this carnal need to taste you more overtake him and cloud his mind

does everything in his might for just one more lick, and if you're feeling playful this might just be the best chance you could get to make him beg

he seems like a completely different person all of a sudden, grabbing onto you desperately and wanting nothing more than to bury his head between your legs

pure ecstasy running through his veins when he feels you clench around his tongue, almost crushing him in between your thighs when your high crashes down on you

he can't think straight at this point, all he knows is he needs more, and he needs it now

Jeno:

he just will not let you go when he gets pussy drunk, whether you're lying beneath him or are on top of him, riding his face

this guy holds you close with all his strength because he might just get addicted to the way it feels when you cum on his tongue

and maybe you should be grateful at this point that he doesn't get pussy drunk all that often, because you're in for an intense ride

loves the power he has over you when he overstimulates you, and will only give you space to breathe when it's apparent it's getting too much for you to handle

otherwise he'll just keep going, his tongue greedily fucking one orgasm after the other out of you until you're nothing but a whiny, shaking mess

though once it dawns on him what kind of state he just put you in, he'll suddenly become very soft, and he'll make sure to give you all the aftercare you could ever want

Haechan:

gets pussy drunk so easily, it happens almost every time he eats you out

like this guy just can't get enough of you, and there's just something about him having his face buried between your legs and your taste on his tongue that drives him crazy instantly

but most of the time he won't make sure you can't escape him, he might whine a little, but otherwise he'll just hope you'll let him have his fun for as long as possible

really he just wants to please you, and your taste drives him insane - he's way too in the moment to think about what may or may not happen even a second from now

and it just makes him soooo horny too

if you let him he will certainly start touching himself too while eating you out, but he won't permit himself to cum before you aren't 110% satisfied first

Jaemin:

I'm convinced this guy gets drunk on you in general, so imagine what it'd be like if he's pussy drunk on top of that

this is definitely gonna trigger both a very caring and a very possessive side of him so you're in for a ride...

gets pussy drunk fairly often though, so he's learned to keep himself in check most of the time

intense eye contact as he eats you out, his hands on your hips to keep you in place

he takes pride in knowing he can drive you crazy with just his tongue, though he will eventually add his fingers too to get you from one orgasm to the other

so soft when he lets you rest in between, asking if you're okay and if you want more (no matter how much he needs to taste you more, he won't rush into more than you can handle)

and then when you give him the okay he's eating you out like there's no tomorrow

starts slow and builds up his pace just right, because this guy has spent countless nights studying your reactions to everything he does to you to make sure he makes you feel as good as he possibly can

Chenle:

doesn't get pussy drunk all that often actually

but when it happens you will know

strikes me as the type who has fun teasing you and getting a little rough with you, so usually he'll make sure to keep you in place as he gives you the bare minimum just so he can get the gratification of hearing you beg for him

so when he suddenly goes super soft after finally letting you cum on his tongue you don't know what's going on for a second???

until you see the look on his face and hear him asking you if you want more in the most caring tone ever

it's clear a switch inside him flicked, and now all he wants to do is please you and take care of you, all thoughts of teasing you long gone

that doesn't mean he won't have you seeing stars in no time - he still knows what he's doing and he's doing it well

it's just that instead of being a little shit, he'll simply continue eating you out until you're a shaking mess underneath him, however long it'll take him

Jisung:

gets pussy drunk so quickly, he won't even know that he is when it first happens??

all he knows is that you taste so so good and he could spend forever eating you out and-

it'll dawn on him only wayyy later what just happened, unless you point it out to him

will simply keep going when he's reached that state, following only his urge to taste you more

is gonna make you cum on his tongue and then immediately continue - only when you start squirming and whining from the overstimulation does he stop for a moment

checks in on you, and when you tell him to slow down, he's trying, he's really trying, but you just taste so good, how could he not become a little greedy?

only when you suggest riding his face instead, so you could control the pace better, does the overstimulation fade into pure bliss

and this guy here too couldn't be happier, like he's just in heaven the entire time, wanting nothing more than to eat you out forever

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that boy might be the worst, but damn he looks fine

mdni/no age on blog dni toxic!msby4 x f!reader cw: toxic boys, cheating, lying, empty promises, asshole behavior, they're mean in this okay wc: 500+ each song: boys beware by mad tsai lowercase intentional

miya atsumu — the cheater

"they're not gonna know, sweetheart," he said.

"this is just our little secret," he said.

"it's all part of the fun," he said.

you swore you wouldn't end up here again. you made a promise to the version of yourself that wallows in guilt every night that you wouldn't fall for any of his moves, that you wouldn't end up in his bed. you try to blame it on the alcohol or on the fact that you had a hard day at work, but you both know you'd be lying to yourself. you want to be here, and he knows that.

it feels so right, doesn't it? he cages you in with his strong arms and your body slots under his perfectly. he knows exactly how to hold you, tease you, fuck you. in another world, you think you'd have made a good couple. actually, no—you wouldn't. you'd probably end up just cheating on each other at some point.

he knows your thoughts are starting to drift. after sleeping together for months, he can tell exactly when you start feeling guilty and when you start questioning your decisions. that's his cue to reach down and rub your clit, to make his strokes even deeper, to kiss down your neck. he knows that if he pounds into you just right, you'll forget all about your little boyfriend. the only thing on your mind would be how good he's making you feel right now.

"c'mon, baby, eyes on me," he says.

"more, tsumu," you whine, doing your best to keep your eyes on him.

"there she is, good girl," he smiles.

he's got you exactly where he wants you, and you know that. you wish he couldn't read you this well, but the silver lining is that he knows exactly how to satisfy you. you wonder if he thinks the same of you or if, deep down, he still prefers her.

you're suddently pulled out of your thoughts when your phone buzzes with the special ringtone you assigned to your boyfriend.

"tsumu— wait— stop," you say.

he pauses, but he doesn't pull out.

"what are we doing?"

"having fun," he says, almost immediately, "a lot of fun, if you're asking me."

"no, i mean," you sigh, "i don't think i can do this anymore."

"babe, we've been over this—"

"i know, but—"

"it doesn't matter if you feel guilty now," he says, moving ever so lightly to push deeper into you, "either way, you know i fuck you better than he does. you'll just be back here the moment i text you that my girlfriend's out, we both know that. so just have fun with me, okay?"

"tsumu, this is really bad," you say, but you can't help but let out a moan at how he continues to stretch you out.

"don't pretend to be an angel now, sweetheart," he says, holding your jaw so you're forced too look up at him,

"because every time you show up here, you're just as bad as me."

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sakusa kiyoomi — the liar

he says the nicest things when you're together. he tells you how much he misses you, promises he'll take you out on a proper date, says you're the only one for him. you almost believe him, but you know better.

"god, you were made for me, princess," he groans, slamming his hips into you.

he has you on all fours, arching your back to drive his cock deeper as your drool drips onto the mattress. the grip he has on your hips is sinful, sure to leave marks that'll remind you of your stupid decision to believe his words again.

"so pretty, g'na spoil you for taking me so well."

"promise?" you whine, trying to look back at him as he fucks you into the mattress.

"of course, love," he says, leaning down to whisper in your ear, "i'll get you a pretty dress and we can go out so everyone knows you're mine. i'll even give you a necklace with my initials on it. sound good?"

you know he won't do any of that, he never has, but you can't help but hope. the way he's holding you right now makes you think, maybe this time will be different. he wouldn't call you this often if you didn't mean anything to him, right? he wouldn't be this close, moaning your name and telling you how he needs you every day if he didn't want something more, right? he wouldn't have memorized every little thing that makes you feel good if he wasn't serious, right?

"please," you plead, and you don't even know what you're begging for at this point. for him to go faster? harder? for him to finally walk his talk? for him to actually tell people you've been sleeping together? to be anything more than his post-game ritual? for him to invite you to meet his friends? to ask you to be his girlfriend?

it doesn't matter—you don't even remember what was going through your head because he hits that spot, and you can both sense how close your release is.

"i got you, darling. want this as bad as you do, don't worry. just be good and cum with me okay?"

you wish he wasn't so sweet like this, that he didn't talk you through your high every time you slept together. it felt too intimate, something that should only be done between people who'd wake up next to each other in the morning.

he pulls you up against his chest, leaning back so you're sitting on his cock, and you reach your high together. when you both finish, he at least has the decency to carry you to the bathroom and gently wipe you clean.

"do you want to get lunch tomorrow?" you ask, some newfound confidence blooming inside you.

"no thanks, doll. that's not the kind of thing you and i do."

"but you promised—"

"promised what?" he asks, and he dares to smile at you,

"i have no idea what you're talking about."

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bokuto koutarou — the ghoster

empty. cold. quiet. disappointing, but not surprising.

you let out a sigh, still half naked in the middle of your empty bed. you have a moment to yourself—quick flashes of denial of what happened and hope for what could still be—before heading to the bathroom. you wash your face, and looking into the mirror, you see every mark he left on you last night.

"god, you're so pretty," he groaned, leaving hickies from your neck to your chest as his hand moved down, down, down.

"missed you s'much, kou."

"you're so wet for me, baby."

you tried not to think about how he ignored your confession in that moment, tried to focus on the pleasure instead of how he never said he missed you. it worked, for a little bit. so long as he fingered you the way you like, preparing you for the size of his cock, you could forget that you wouldn't hear from him the next morning.

"feel good, princess?"

"yes!" you moaned, "wan' you to fuck me, please!"

"eager now, are we?" he grinned, "well, since you asked so nicely," he pushed into you, stretching you out despite the prep. you left scratches down his back, secretly hoping that his next girl sees them and gets jealous. the way he groaned once he bottomed out is straight up pornographic; you want to memorize that sound and replay it whenever you want.

you shake your head to snap out of it.

"stupid, stupid, stupid," you mumble to yourself, looking up into the mirror again, "you deserve more than this! get yourself together!"

you said the same thing three weeks ago, and a month before that, and a couple of weeks before that. your friends keep hounding you to stop showing up for a man who ghosts you every single time, but you just can't. of course, it seems easy to them; they have no idea how he makes you feel.

"c'mon baby, give me one more," he said, pounding into you after your fourth (or was it fifth?) orgasm of the night. he said he'd get you to twelve to match his jersey number.

"too sensitive, kou! can't," you moan.

"yes you can, i can feel how bad she wants this," he begins rubbing quick circles on your clit, "shit, you're still so tight."

"m'close!"

"that's my girl."

his girl? bullshit. you scroll through your texts with him to strengthen your resolve, and it works. you're reminded of how he ignores every single text you send, unless it's a response to his booty call. you can't even call yourselves friends with benefits, not with how he treats you.

and so, much to your friends' relief, you ignore him. for the next few weeks, you don't check his instagram, you refuse to click on his contact, and you actually start feeling good about all this. you think that maybe you'll get over him, and you can start finding someone else.

until your phone dings.

from: DO NOT ANSWER hey babe, game sucked tonight :( can i come over?

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hinata shoyo — the player

you have no idea how he does it, how he makes you feel special. the way he holds you, the way he whispers in your ear, the way he bites your shoulder as he finally enters you—it makes you feel like you're the only one for him.

"how are you still so tight?"

"you're too big, sho!" you whine.

"and you still take me so well, baby," he grins, "that's why you're my favorite girl."

"really?"

"don't believe me? how bout i show you?"

you know you shouldn't be flattered by that. it's just a shallow little compliment to get you exactly where he wants. in fact, you invited him over tonight because you wanted to talk about being his only girl, about getting him to choose. but you were never really good at resisting him, were you?

"come here," he says, wrapping an arm under your back so he can flip you two over, "be good and ride me, yeah?"

you nod, the pleasure too much for you to even speak. you brace your hands on his chest and begin moving, relishing in how his cock stretches you out.

"you look beautiful," he reaches up to massage your breasts and, more than anything, it's that compliment that gets to you.

he's always good with words. he says the sweetest things to take you home and the dirtiest things when you're in bed. he knows exactly when to call you sweetheart, when to call you slut, and when to call you a dirty lil' princess. for a second, you wonder what he calls the other girls, but a particularly deep thrust brings you back.

"that's it, pretty, just like that," he grasps your hips, guiding your movements.

"feel s'good, sho!" you moan.

"me too, gorgeous," he thrusts up in time with your movements, "you're perfect."

he knows that it's sweet talk that'll get to you tonight, and you know he's using that to his advantage. but for now, you choose to enjoy it. you choose to savor the way his chest grumbles underneath your palms as he calls you every synonym of pretty he can think of. you choose to focus on how he fills you up, how he makes you shudder with pleasure. you choose to believe in the fantasy, just for a little bit.

when you're both done, he gently lays you down and lets you use his arm as a pillow.

"that was great, thank god i texted you tonight," he chuckles lightly.

"what?" your heart sinks at the implication, though you shouldn't be surprised.

"i was choosing between a few of you, but you're my favorite after all," he smiles, leaning in for a kiss as if being his fucking favorite was the highest compliment of all.

"what the hell, shoyo?" you push him back "we just fucked and you're already thinking about other girls?"

"sweetheart, you knew from the start you wouldn't be the only one," he scoffs,

"so if you have a problem with that, that's on you."

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[luceafarul-de-dimineata]

How would the demon kings react to MC clearly favoring one of their respective subordinates over them?

Kings reacting to MC prefering a noble over them

Satan

He considers all his nobles close friends, they have been through so much they're basicly family.

When he first found out he thought it was a joke, but it didn't take long for him to realise that, no, in fact you are more interested in his nobles than him.

He would be angry at first, but he will never direct that anger towards MC.

He'll tease his nobles more often, but not to the point it becomes mean spirited.

As long as you pay attention to him as well, he'll be alright.

After all, seeing you happy is fullfiling enough for him.

Mammon

Good

He'll be the happiest out of them all

If his master wishes to hang out with his nobles, he's more than happy to oblige.

Sometimes likes watching from a distance, like a proud father

You can ignore him all you want, just having you in the same room as him is enough to satisfy him.

Makes sure to always bring at least one of his nobles with him whenever you two meet up

He's glad that you're so greedy for attention. One man couldn't satiate you, of course, after all you're his master. You should have the whole kingdom!

Leviathan

That's such a funny joke, if you weren't hanging, you might have laughted.

I mean, they're his nobles, so you didn't make the mathematicly worst choice out there

But he's still hanging you for doing that.

How dare you?

I mean, he tries to kill you, insults you every change he gets and doesn't let you look in anyone's direction but his, but that doesn't mean you shouldn't love him the most

You better transform into a frog and learn how to breath with your ass because you're going to be hanging more often

He'll never get over it, so you better convince your favorite noble to move to Paradise Lost.

Beelzebub

That's fiiiiine... usually... sometimes

Since he can't be around you 24/7, he understands that your desires will get the better of you. He sleeps with others besides you as well, he's not going to get jealous over that

He also understand that since you spend more time with his nobles you're bound to like them

But if you refuse to hang out with him just to stay with them, he's going to be a little disappointed.

I think he's in the same catagory as Satan when it comes to this.

As long as you don't spend time only with his nobles and ignore him, he'll be fine

Just don't let their smells get over you too much

Lucifer

He's not surprised

Don't get him wrong, Lucifer has enough respect and love for you to let you into Paradise Lost in the first place

But he doesn't exactly see you as an equal

You're young and mortal, so of course you'll like spending time with people more your level

All he asks of you is to have tea every once in a while, but he won't keep you for long

Your time is limited, you should get to spend it with the people that make you happy

Asmodeus

It's alrigt, he can share... to some degree

I mean, orgies are fun

Threesomes are fun

The more the merrier

But if he actually finds out you prefere one of his subordonates more than him he might pop a blood vessel

He won't state it outright, but you'll notice him flirting even more

Maybe not even in the sexual department, he'll be more romantic if you want

He might get desprate at some point before realising that you're his marked mate

Have fun never getting horny except for when you're with him

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bj, fingering, chocking, recording, creampie, pleasure, size kink, pet name mentioned (daddy / good girl)

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reblogs, likes are appreciated! If you see any grammar mistakes, feel free to tell me <3

Lucifer is the type to ask you to help him with his overloaded work, when in reality he just wants you to suck him off.

"Could you do a little favor for me? Suck me off while I'm working."

And if it's not enough, he'll just use your wet pussy instead. Bend over for him will you? help your daddy and you'll get rewarded with a creampie!

Mammon is the type to get you both in detention so he can finally be alone with you.

"Oi human! can you do something fun? I'm gettin' bored. maybe like a little lap dance or something?"

Ughh you are so hot! he can't help but put his hands on your waist. but the next thing you knew, his hand was inside of your panties! Hearing that little moan you made as he did that made him even more excited!

Leviathan is the type to "accidentally" walk into your room when you are changing.

"S-sorry Mc!" covering his face while he speaks.

He should've covered his boner thought..but don't worry, Mc is here to help! give him anything and he'll cums right after. The way his cock fit perfectly inside of you is just enough for him to cum. So, choke him while you do that and trust me! his eyes will rolled as he moan your name out loud!

Satan is the type to ask you to read a book while you sit on his lap. He's doing that just to tease you by playing with your pussy.

"focus on reading the book and don't make any noise, or I'll play with your nipples next."

But you seriously can't! his tease is just too much for you :( you tried to hide your moan but he heard it. Maybe suck his dick so he won't play with your wet pussy! Tease him back, in fact, you should leave him and go to Lucifer's room instead. Maybe you'll get fucked up by both of them?

Asmo is the type to record you having sex with him, he would even ask you to pose for the video. Maybe even go on live just for everyone else to see how cute you look!

"c'mon hon! strike a pose! let everyone know how cute and happy you look while I fuck you~"

if you are embarrassed, he would tease you. sucking your nipples, and circling your clit to the point where you are so overstimulated. Be a pretty little bitch and do as he told you, maybe... stick your tongue out for fun! Tell the world how good his cock made you feel!

Beel is the type to fuck you after a long workout. That's how he gets rid of his hunger!

"You taste so good mc, I want to taste every part of you even more now."

You look so tiny compared to him, Your hands can barely hold his cock! He could cums 5 times and he still wants more. So, let him use that mouth and pussy of yours! I don't care if it's swollen or not, he needs to be satisfied first.

Belphie is the type to cuddle with you but wouldn't give you a blanket :(. he's so mean!

"If you want to be warm, come closer to me"

But his real intention is to fuck you under that blanket! putting 2 or 3 fingers in your mouth if you're being noisy. Shhh..! be quiet or else Beel would hear you. But your wet pussy makes lots of noise tho, so he has to lick all the juices you made. Be thankful, he's doing a favor for you.

#the_brothers ꩜ .ᐟ

[rosemaze-reveries]

― enclosed with love

spending valentine's day with you eli, mary, michiko, naib, norton, percy, philippe

i adored this year's vday café designs so i wrote some hcs for them ^^

⚠️ modern AU

♡ Mary

With a delicate and highly sophisticated palate, Mary is always searching for something new to satisfy her. For Valentine's Day, she books a private tour at a high-end champagne house.

Her driver is scheduled to pick you up in the early afternoon. She arranged your date so “late” to give herself ample time to settle on an outfit. Her room is littered with hat boxes and empty hangers and piles of ‘maybes’. Everything must be perfect for you. But, every second without you feeds into her restlessness, and she ends up calling you to fill the time. Hours go by on the phone & she still refuses to hang up until she pulls outside your residence.

When she first greets you from the backseat of her car, her hands are on you immediately. She smoothes out the collar of your jacket and peppers a couple of warm kisses all across your face, somehow never quite landing on your lips. She quickly dabs away all the lipstick stamps she left with her handkerchief and apologizes for being so forward,,, only to end up doing it again.

Mary takes high pride in her outfits and never compromises on looking classy. But somewhere in the back of your head, you think: All white? To a wine tasting? What if she gets red stains on her dress? From anyone else, this comment would insult her ― she doesn't take kindly to the insinuation that she's a klutz. Coming from you, she laughs it off saying she's always looked better in red anyway.

She waits until arriving for your tour to present her gifts. Mary gives VERY generously. There's an entire table prepared for you. Mountains of roses, desserts, tickets to that trip you've always wanted to take, luxury spa packages -- she has everything.

♡ Norton

This Valentine's Day is the first Norton will be spending with someone. He'll act like he's not that invested in it, that he's just indulging you.

He keeps up a haughty smirk when you first meet for your date. You had a love letter delivered to him that morning, and he's 100% taking the opportunity to tease you about it. You wrote some pretty embarrassing things about him. How's the real deal living up to your expectations? Dying to bring some of those thoughts to life already? Unfortunately, you insisted on having a traditional date for Valentine's, so you'll have to keep yourself in check until tonight. ← He knows he makes you crazy & he loves having that effect on you.

He gives you chocolates as a gift. They're clearly homemade, shaped like rocks of various sizes with a little gold-dusted heart hidden among them. But just in case you wouldn't be able to recognize them as rocks, he also provided a little toothpick "pickaxe."

Presenting something homemade is a little embarrassing, even if he hides it with that big grin of his. He gives your present a little too fast before switching back to teasing you again.

♡ Philippe

As a perfectionist, Philippe starts planning for Valentine's Day very early. He experiments with all sorts of gift ideas. You're not sure what's going through his head, but he has a highly specific vision and won't rest until he achieves it. He seems to find it important that he gives you something handmade.

Matching photo lockets? A decoden case (if you're into fun phone cases)? Not meaningful enough. A flower vase modeled after his own hand, to sit on your desk? Too tacky. A wax figure? Maybe, but that's too predictable on its own. Maybe he should learn guitar to serenade you.

His final choice is ambitious, but Philippe always is. He builds a little table out of resin, and preserved inside it are your favorite flowers, with detailed wax figurines of you and him dancing among them. It sits in a corner of his favorite room, where he often does dance with you ♡

On the day itself, Philippe would prefer to stay home. It's one of the rare times he gets to have you to himself free of work constraints.

He's the type that always needs to be doing something with his hands. He'd enjoy making chocolate sculptures together -- it's a cute idea, he thinks, to watch you make something so passionately. Whatever your skill level, he loves anything you make.

In the evening, he'll take over all the cooking. A quiet night with steak and good wine (or your preferred drink) is a little cliche, but you both deserve it. Plus, he loves nothing more than casually chatting with you while he works in the kitchen.

♡ Naib

Naib isn't really into the idea of Valentine's Day. He might not even realize it's coming up unless you tell him about it. You'd have to be explicit that you're looking forward to spending the day with him, and even then, he's totally unprepared.

Gifts have never been his forte. Neither have grand romantic gestures. But he's good at working his pragmatic side into the little things: so rather than push himself to be this lovey-dovey, chocolates-and-roses type of lover for the day, he focuses on being 'present' for you.

He brings you breakfast in bed. He's a mean cook, and knows all your favorites. Everything he makes tastes like home, warm and full of love.

Most couples give each other flowers, he knows that, so he goes shopping for one. You're surprised when he presents you with a bouquet of lemons. In his mind, they're cool and refreshing like you, everyone could find a use for some lemons, and personally he finds the colors to be appealing. It doesn't occur to him that lemon bouquets might be an unusual thing to give.

He relies on you to direct the date. Whatever you say, he'll agree. In public, he never leans in for kisses but wouldn't oppose yours. You can try to stand closer to him & he'll slink an arm around your waist briefly, as if to reassure you that he'll always have a secure hold on you, but he'll pull away again before long.

♡ Percy

In spite of all of his eccentricities, Percy is surprisingly traditional when it comes to romance. He invites you to a nice dinner date & arrives much earlier than you, waiting with a bouquet and chocolates. When he first sees you, he wraps a secure arm around your shoulders to tenderly kiss your forehead.

Getting to see this side of him is the payoff of building such a deep relationship with him. Percy is a difficult person to get through. He's obsessive to a fault and cloisters himself away in his studio for days at a time ― no one else would have been able to breach his heart like you have. He will take proper measures to express your importance to him.

His first real kiss leaves tiny particles of something on your lips, but they're sweet in taste. He laughs at the startled look on your face and reassures you it was just a sugar cube. At first he says he was just fishing for a reaction, but later confesses: he was afraid the lips of an undead man might have an odd taste, so he crunched a sugar cube to sweeten it.

♡ Eli

Eli spends the morning delivering roses to other couples on his bicycle. People tend to get especially flattered when their flowers arrive via owl, so his services are very popular this time of year.

He enjoys the little bouts of happiness he can bring to others, but of course you are the one he wants to spend this day with most. With every bouquet he delivers, his mind wanders to you, imagining your reaction when he finally gets to deliver his gift.

He asks you to meet him at an ice cream parlor when his shift is done, around noon. Before you even see him, Brooke Rose flies over to tuck a thornless rose behind your ear, and you turn to find Eli already waiting at a table.

He gives you a small homemade cake and a letter he won't let you read until he's gone. He's a pretty sappy guy even in person, so you aren't sure how his letter will be much different. But having something to be excited about, even after you have to say goodbye, makes it worth it.

His bike rides have left very familiar with all the best spots around town. After splitting ice cream, he takes you for a ride to all the little places he thinks you'll love. A flower meadow, a bridge with a superstition attached: if you whisper the name of your love while crossing it, you'll be bound for life. Part of you suspects he made that up, but the way he says your name over and over makes your heart skip a beat.

Once the sun goes down, he brings you to a forest. Somehow he manages to time it just right. He gestures for you to stay very quiet, gently takes your hands, and suddenly you're encircled by hundreds of fireflies.

♡ Michiko

Since losing her ex-husband, Valentine's Day has become a bitter thing for Michiko, especially since it's so close to their anniversary. She has treated it as a day of mourning for some years. Of course, she keeps up a smile for you ― it's not in her character to impose her struggles on others.

The morning goes by slowly and comfortably. You wake up to a gentle massage and the smell of fresh baked pastries. She writes you a sweet letter in her neat script, and she adorns her letter with pressed flowers & a mini bouquet of your favorite candy.

She makes sure to get you a proper gift, too. She follows a rule of getting 1 indulgent and 1 practical thing: a box of luxury chocolates alongside a fine new coat.

Her ideal date would be something intimate and relaxing. Maybe the theatre, in a box reserved for two, or a shaded flower garden where you can enjoy a cup of tea.

[coyote-if]

a very short MC riding the tall ROs shoulder would be fun me thinks...

I hear you and raise you with a coyote riding on the back of a massive bear.

I wrote a short snippet with K and MC. Because the visual was too damn cute to ignore.

You've been deceived, utterly hoodwinked and tricked. Foolishly, you'd assumed K wasn't capable of such deception. A clear error in judgment you won't be repeating.

"It's a short walk in the woods," they had said, so flippantly that you couldn't help but believe them. "We can shift too and twice the number of legs means half the distance."

Makes sense, the logic checks out.

Except for the major caveat that K's legs are four times as long as yours. The lack of backpacks has also deprived you of any snacks that might have replenished your waning energy as you weave through the trees with no end in sight. You'd like to think you have some pride, some stubbornness that would translate to you enduring the rest of the walk. Maybe indulging in some pouting, silently and with dignity, of course.

That determination eroded soon enough as you plopped down into the moss with a low whine. Maybe you'll just sleep here, softly cradled by the undergrowth.

A warm puff of air shifted your focus to the, somehow still, energetic bear that towered over you. Deep brown eyes twinkled with amusement, you'd expected them to wait and let you rest for a bit. Instead, the massive bear had lowered their shoulders, nodding toward their back in invitation.

Surely they don't mean...

But they did, and now you lie, reluctantly comfortable, curled up on the broad back of K. The deep brown fur is soft and warm underneath you, softer even the plushest of duvets. You're rocked gently from side to side as they walk, lulling you into closing your eyes for a moment. When you open them the view is drastically different. Log cabins have replaced the trees and the moss has given way to lush grass.

There is also a smug bear looking right at you, having obviously caught you napping on their back. You throw them a glare to hide your embarrassment before leaping off them, trading warm fur for dewy grass. K snorts when you almost stumble, legs still heavy from your unplanned nap.

You bashfully trot away, feeling K's self-satisfied eyes glued to your back as you go.

They are never letting you forget this, are they?

[elllisaaa]

omg would love for u to expand on hoshi's part w the brat vs brat tamer svt thing... sub hoshi?!;!;!; spitting in his mouth?;!;?;! i MUSTTT know more!!!

i'm heavy on the sub!hoshi agenda because come on, this man would let a woman with pretty tits do whatever she wants with him if he had the chance. hope you'll enjoy this !

HOSHI is the type of sub to be a brat through and through as i already stated. he likes it when you're rough, likes it when you pull on his hair and call him a slut, likes it when you're mean and borderline degrading. he loves it when you're messy, and if you aren't covered in fluids by the time you've both came, it means it was not rough enough.

and everytime you include spit in the mix, he's even more turned on. "mouth open baby." you don't even have to say the last word for him to be already waiting for you to do it, tongue lolling out and eyes glazed over by lust. "good boy." hoshi lets you grab his cheeks, bringing his face closer to your as you let your saliva dribble down from your mouth to his. "swallow." and he does it immediately, moaning out as he gets another taste of you. "you're such a slut." - "but i'm your slut. and you love it."

he's right, because you cannot say that you don't love the way he's always asking for more. you could spit his cum back in his mouth after having sucked him off and he would only whine and pull you into a kiss, licking away every drop of his release into your mouth.

also thinking about how fun it would be to use it as a punishment, use it against him. now that you know how much he likes it, it becomes your way of getting back at him. "please, baby, just spit in my mouth." that only earns him another slap across his face, and hoshi has to bite his lips to not let any sounds escape him or you might take this away from him too. but from the way his cock twitches inside of you, you know how much he likes it, how much he likes anything you give him. "i won't do that, and you know why, right ?" when hoshi doesn't answer, you stop moving up and down his cock, and his teary eyes immediately open, looking at you pleadingly. "i asked you a question. are you too stupid to answer now ?" - "n-no, it's just…" - "not so clever now that you don't get your way, little brat ?" - "i… i'm sorry, i shouldn't have interrupted your work call ! i'm sorry." once the apologies leave his lips, you start riding him again, his moans having increased by a thousand now. "but i'm still not gonna spit in your mouth until i'm satisfied got it ?" hoshi nobs, and at this moment, he regrets everything he did. and he regrets it even more when you spit on his face instead, all of it going to waste. at least, maybe that will convince him to not piss you off next time…

[aezuria]

uptown girl!

"she's been living in her uptown world, i bet she's never had a backstreet guy" —billy joel

content: mortal au!leo valdez x reader

╰┈▸ info: stuck-up reader (she gets character development later), cursing, reader is ~18, early 2000s core

notes: stella finally posted a fic !? (pls tell me if u enjoy i need validation 😔)

this has got to be the worst way to start summer ever. first, your morning was ruined by a bird shitting all over your car window—not a mess you had the time nor the patience to clean. then, on your way to pick up your friends for some much needed girl time, your car had the fun idea of breaking down. great. it left you on the side of the road, dialing up your father. which, when you think about it, really wasn't your fault! your precious ride just spontaneously combusted or something. nothing to do with the fact that you've crashed the front about seven times since january. after all, you'd gotten them fixed! it should be the mechanic's fault. or maybe, this car was cursed!

but of course, your dad just had to disagree. apparently it was his "last straw."

you winced away from the phone's speaker as his voice burst through. "you have been so ungrateful lately! when you asked for that car, i bought it for you! i looked over the fact that you don't even have your license yet! all i asked was for you to take care of your things!" he cried. from the tone of his voice, you could imagine the creases dug into his forehead. okay, now you felt bad. just a little.

before you could apologize, he finished with, "you just wait until i get there, young lady."

leave it to him to take away your guiltiness.

"dad!" you watched in horror as the truck towed your sleek red baby to god knows where. you turned your stricken expression on him, hoping to elicit at least a little bit of sympathy. but it seemed like his mind was made up on this one. dammit.

he crossed his arms sternly, putting his foot down. "let's go. we'll talk more in the house."

"-so you want to ship me away to some place crawling with bugs and creeps for the rest of the summer!?" you screeched along with the chair as its legs slid across the kitchen's tile floor.

your dad raised his hand in a placating gesture. "now, now, just until your car is fixed. it might not even be a whole month." he shrugged. yeah, real comforting. "and the city's a nice place. we lived there when you were young, remember?"

"no, i don't remember." you snapped. you did remember, but that brought on memories you'd rather not have right now.

he sucked in a breath. "alright then. it won't be so bad. we still have that apartment, and i got it cleaned up recently. it'll teach you some responsibility and independence." he nodded, satisfied with his decision.

you opened your mouth to snark at him again, but he continued, "and you won't be completely alone. there's a nice young man who will be fixing up your car, just down the street from the apartment building. i asked him to show you around when he has the time. and you'll have your phone, so make sure to call me, okay?" his strict behavior gave way to the soft spot you knew he had for you.

"...okay," you agreed reluctantly. once he really made up his mind about something, there was no changing it, so there was no use in arguing.

he smiled, patting your shoulder gently. "great. now pack your bags."

"be sure to buy groceries, and do the laundry, and clean every so often-" your father rambled on and on. if he was this worried, why wouldn't he just not go through with it? and why was he acting like you couldn't do basic chores!? it's not like you ever did them, but they couldn't be too hard, right?

"i get it dad." you rolled your eyes, staring out the car window. the buildings were all drab, painted in browns and grays, without a single bright color in sight, save for the red stop signs.

he pulled into an empty parking spot in front of the building. your insides recoiled. you swore it didn't look this... dilapidated all those years ago. or maybe you just had better taste now.

"we're here! looks like it's got a lot of.. character." he tried to cheer you up, but even you could tell he didn't think to check how it looked. it would've hurt too much to do so.

your lip scrunched in distaste. "i can't spend a single second in there."

"don't worry, it'll be over before you know it." with one last reassuring smile, he turned and left.

the apartment itself wasn't too bad, it was all cleaned up, just as your father had said. it smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, pillows fluffed and spritzed. your room was cold despite the warmth that came with summer. the pristine sheets were unfamiliar against your skin, as if you were tucked into a hotel bed. the sound of tire rolling against pavement never ceased, people had places to go, places to be even in the dead of night. a draft through your window made you shiver. you should close that in the morning. you curled in on yourself like you did when you were little, only this time there was only the unfeeling fabric to hold you, instead of the warm, long forgotten embrace no one could quite replicate.

you cringed at the shoddy place your phone had led you to, and looked up at the peeling paint sign that read: valdez mechanics. how charming. you even debated touching the rusty doorknob, but it swung open before you could turn it. which would be nice, if it didn't almost smack you in the face.

"watch it!" you hissed, side-stepping in time to see a boy your age walking through. his hair was a mess, and there were grease stains all over his face and clothes. his fingers were tap, tap, tapping away at his leg, to the rhythm of the song blaring inside. you think he'd be cute if he wasn't so dirty.

“sorry ‘bout that!” he laughed sheepishly. he stared at you for a moment too long before asking, “you here for the thunderbird?”

“yes,” you said shortly.

he chose to ignore your clipped tone, flashing you a smile. “come on in then, yeah?”

you followed him into the tiny shop, already wanting to leave. the place smelled of oil, and you could barely find a clean place to sit on. there were tools thrown everywhere, the floor sticky with dried up grease.

“i’m leo, by the way.” his voice snapped you out of your judging thoughts as he led you to the back. you finally saw your car, propped up with the hood open.

“y/n.” you barely glanced at him as you rushed over, examining the damage. “so? what’s wrong with her?”

he gestured with the wrench in his hand—when’d he get that?—and pointed to the engine. “well that’s all busted up, so i’m gonna have to build a new one for ya. i’ll do you an oil change too and-“

“yeah um, how long will it take?” you interrupted, giving him a smile you did not want to have on.

“i’d say three to five weeks? depends if i have any other stuff that comes in so…”

three to five weeks of your summer wasted away here? when you’re supposed to be having the best time of your life before college!?

“are you serious? can you get it done sooner? i can pay you some more-“ you reached into your purse.

“whoa!” he caught your wrist. his hands were clean now, must’ve wiped them on a rag. “money won’t make me work faster, honey.” he let go and shrugged. “sorry.”

honey? “well then what will? cause i need to leave as soon as-“

“some help, maybe?”

you blinked at him, utterly flabbergasted. “you want me to help you? the person who’s paying for all this?”

“technically, your father’s the one paying,” leo pointed out. “and y’know. you don’t have to help, of course. it just might make it go a bit quicker…” he trailed off, dimples poking through as he tried to hide a cheeky smile.

you huffed. “what do i have to do?”

”i am not sticking my hands in those.” you defied, shaking your head firmly.

leo scoffed, flapping the gloves around. “come on! this is the cleanest pair i have!”

"put this here?" you asked, shoving a part that you forgot the name of into an empty space.

"hm?" leo looked up from his fiddling, jaw dropping in horror. "no no no!"

"oh i know how to do this!" you exclaimed as he gave you a screwdriver. "my dad always said 'lefty loosey, righty tighty.'"

the boy nodded. "yeah! try it out." he pointed to a loose screw.

you successfully tightened it (to the right), giving him a proud smirk. "see?"

"yup." leo grinned at your enthusiasm, even though it was the most basic thing ever. "try and tighten the rest. i'll be right back."

a loud clatter made leo jump from across the repair shop. he rushed over to you, finding the parts that were supposed to be screwed together in complete disarray. "uh, maybe you shouldn't help..."

"really?" you deadpanned. "i hadn't noticed."

"sorry." he laughed. "scooch."

you pursed your lips. no one told you to "scooch" before. but you moved over anyway.

"wanna keep me company?" leo slid his gloves on and began putting the contraption back together.

no, you thought. but you didn't have anything better to do other than wander the city like a clueless idiot. and you hated looking like an idiot. "fine."

the shop was quiet, save for the occasional clanging as leo worked on the engine. his rambling was cut short as he focused on his work, something you didn't know he could do.

"nice car you got here. i've always wanted to drive one of these." he patted its side appreciatively. "where'd you buy this?"

scratch that. maybe he could only shut up in two minute increments.

"don't know. my dad bought it for me." you looked around, not even bothering to hide your boredom.

"right." leo laughed. you found he did that a lot. "must be nice."

your eyebrows knitted in confusion. "i guess?" what did he mean by that?

"i hate it here. it's so boring!" you complained over the phone. cooking dinner had been an absolute mess. “and that leo guy is so weird.”

"give him a chance, will you? he could show you around town, maybe teach you some manners…” you father muttered the last bit.

"what?"

"nothing! all i'm saying is give that boy a chance. who knows, he could be a great friend."

“‘great friend’ my… foot.”

[yj-polycule]

Batgirl, devastated after breaking up with Superboy, sees Wonder Girl and starts having ideas?

Dear requester, I adore you greatly for giving me that good CassCassie / CassCass concept because I stumbled upon that ship my accident and now I am fully invested.

- - - - - -

Cass was familiar with the concept of pain. She had to be. Every moment of her childhood was dedicated to mastering the art of inflicting as much pain as possible as effectively as possible. So no, pain wasn't anything new in Cass's world.

She just wasn't aware that a broken heart was such an effective means of causing it.

It wasn't that a broken heart was a new concept to her either. She had become quite familiar with it upon watching shows with Barbara or talking with Tim about his relationships of the past, yet she was blissfully unaware of how painful that single concept could truly be.

Maybe it was because it was her first heartbreak. The first real relationship she has had, and the first ending to one she has come across. Maybe it was because it wasn't a messy situation that brought them apart, that it was civil and a clean break that made her heart contract in on itself as they agreed that they were better off just remaining friends.

Didn't mean it hurt any less.

Tim helped. Despite him having known Kon for longer, the Robin still opted to spend him time with Cass, keeping her company, distracting her from the pain constricting in her chest, and just letting her know that it was normal. The playful jabs at the Kryptonian made laughter come much easier, knowing they were coming from a place of knowledge, rather than blind insults she had heard people commonly spew when addressing someone's ex. It was reassuring. Comforting, having her new friend be there for her.

It was in one of those moments of peace when the request came.

"Wanna join me for movie night this week?" The two were occupying the couch in the middle of the clock tower, Tim sprawled across the sofa with his legs resting on Cass's lap as she was staring blankly at the TV running across from them, not really taking in anything from the show that was playing. She felt her expression pinch, knowing who typically attended his weekly movie nights.

"Kon-el?" She forced the name out, feeling her chest tighten ever so slightly as it slipped between her lips.

"Can't make it this week. Something about Clark needing his help with something at the fortress of solitude or something like that."

"Ah. Filler then." Tension leaked out of Cass's shoulder at the confirmation Kon wasn't going to be there and cast her attention toward Tim, who had his face pinched in a soured expression.

"No... but kinda? As much as I know Cassie loves us, I doubt she could survive both Bart and I rambling for who knows how many hours without actually loosing her sanity." A small hum came from Cass at the explanation, a small smirk coming to her face.

"Sacrifice, then." Cass shifted her weight to avoid the pillow being half heartedly thrown her direction, smirk splitting into a true smile as Tim sat up, glaring at her with no real heat.

"I have other reason! Bart and Cassie have been wanting to meet you, and considering Kon won't be there I thought this would be a good an easy way for you guys to meet. Ya know, without the world ending and shit." Cass laughed softly, finally shoving the younger's legs off her lap. It honestly didn't sound like a bad time, plus she had been wanting to meet the rest of Young Justice, considering she has heard plenty about them from both Kon and Tim.

"Sounds fun. You'll pick me up?" Tim nodded at the question, a smile across his face before shifting himself to lean more fully against Cass, clearly satisfied with his work. Brown eyes rolled fondly as she pushed her weight against his, the two falling back into silence, gazes locked on the TV ahead.

-----

Saturday afternoon rolled around with no real fanfare, just Tim leading Cass to a small house in the suburbs of Gateway City. The younger was rambling about anything and everything while Cass just nodded along, happy to just listen as they approached the unassuming front door. A moment later the door slid open, revealing an older woman with brown hair, who's gaze skimmed over the two before falling into a welcoming smile.

"Tim, glad to see you could make it. And who is this?"

"Hey Ms. Sandsmark, this is Cass my..." Tim paused, turning his attention to Cass with a pinched expression as the two made eye contact. "Sister?" Cass gave a short nod. "Sister. Cassie and Bart wanted to meet her so I invited her, hope that isn't a problem."

Ms. Sandsmark's face warmed up as she looked at Cass, opening the door fully and signaling the two to come inside. "Not an issue at all. It's great to meet you Cass. The others are upstairs, but Bart might be in the middle of emptying my kitchen. I'm sure you know the way." Tim gave a nod toward the brunette before looping arms with Cass and pulling her deeper into the house and up a single flight of stairs. Cass let her eyes bounce around the space, taking in as much of it as she could.

It was a stereotypical suburban house, or as much as one as Cass could figure out from the media she's consumed. Pictures of a young girl with blond hair were scattered among the walls, awards and certificates hanging among them, addressed to both a Helena and Cassandra. The house as a whole had a warm, pleasant feeling to it that put Cass at ease as they finally stopped in front of a bedroom door, Tim throwing it open without abandon.

"Cassandra, meet Cassandra. Cassandra, Cassandra." Tim strut into the room, signaling toward Cass before shifting his hand toward a blonde teenager sitting in the middle of a twin bed against a wall. Cass watched as hazel eyes rolled in amusement before the other teenager pushed herself to her feet and walked over to the two bats, shoving Tim playfully toward the bed before turning her attention to the older of the Bats.

"Helpful as always Rob. I'm Cassie, nice to finally put a face to the name," The blonde, Cassie, extends a hand toward Cass, who stares at it for a moment, taking in the other's body language. Relaxed, unguarded, powerful, welcoming... pretty.

Cass paused, her mind replaying that last observation over and over again as she just stared at Cassie's hand. Cassie's face fell slightly as she glanced over at Tim, clearly trying to decipher if she did something wrong. Hesitance, worry. Almost instantly, Cass reached out and took Cassie's hand, giving the other a reassuring squeeze and smile.

"You too. Tim talks... highly of you." Cass tries to put as much reassurance in her voice, hoping to get across to the blonde that she was being genuine. The hurt melted away instantly, replaced with a smug look as hazel eyes glanced over toward Tim, who has already written off their introduction in favor of paying attention to his phone.

"Does he now? I didn't know he knew how to give out compliments." The teasing was rich in the demi-goddess' tone as Tim instantly shot up a middle finger in their direction, startling a laugh out of both of them. Cass found any hesitation melting off her at the sound of Cassie's laughter in the small bedroom. A warm feeling settled in her stomach as the blonde's attention was turned back to Cass.

"Come on, let's get settled somewhere before Bart comes back and throws himself on top of all of us," Cassie grabbed Cass's hand lightly before dragging the older teen toward the bed. It was almost too easy how Cass followed the pull, letting herself be directed by the other into a comfortable position between her both and the demigoddess.

The trio all settled into their place, Tim leaning against Cass, unintentionally pushing her into Cassie's side. The two made brief eye contract, Cassie simply smiling at the other and pushing her weight equally back. Cass didn't even notice her face heating up with a slight blush at the action.

She also didn't notice, that for the first time since the break up, her heart wasn't in pain. Instead, it was replaced with a soft feeling of comfort and worth.

That was probably something she could address later.

[sashiavi]

Oh I think Vampire Shane is such a fun idea. Just imagining him satisfying his diet by preying on the drunken folk he sees stumbling out of the bar, too drunk to even comprehend the feeling of his fangs in their neck. It's how he gets his fill, the taste of alcohol mixing pleasantly with the metallic liquid coursing in their veins.

He doesn't even start to consider any other way of feasting until you get to town and start pestering him. You insist on going out of your way to see him and gift him some of the only mortal food that he can stand. What were you thinking, coming to him after being hurt on the farm? You couldn't have gone to Harvey for a bandage?

As Shane grabbed a bandage for you, his eyes locked on the trickle of blood running down your arm. Before he even thinks about it, he's brought your limb up to his mouth, thick tongue lapping up every drop of the liquid. A soft moan leaves his lips. Locking eyes with you, a single thought crosses his mind: You'll give him more, won't you?

Vampire!Shane has quite the appetite.. I love to envision his normal self to be a bigger guy, so I'm sure his hunger for blood would be something he'd fall victim of to fairly easily.

Goshhh.. Injuring yourself on a spike of barbed wire, a totally avoidable accident and yet here you were, not wanting to bother the local doctor, instead choosing to come to the broody guy that lurked the ranch nearby.

Unwilling to harass the clinic and yet quite fine to show up like this- late into dusk with a richly thick scent coming off of you.

You weren't unaware of his antics- Hell, he probably nearly had a nip of you while walking out of the saloon, too slow to get a taste.

He tries to behave, he really does. Stuttering a gruff welcome before you're sat at the dining table. He rifles through a first aid kit, ready to rip open an antiseptic wipe, in DadMode™️, a strong hand holding your arm still before he stops short, sensing the a soft droplet of blood plat on to the tile floor.

Lips twitch, fangs ache, saliva pools under his tongue- He can't help the lap of a lick he makes up your forearm, following the trail of blood to the source, a cut near your wrist. It taints his tongue red, teeth turning into a soft orange with the stain.

His lips wrap around the cut, fangs pressing into your skin with an unintended threat, the soft prick of pressure forcing your heart rate to spike. You're sure he feels it, maybe he tastes it too- With the flutter of his tired eyes and the low moan bubbling from his throat.

For some reason you can't stop him- The sting of your cut disappearing, the slow, soothing licks of his tongue brushing the surface somehow melting at your heart strings. His eyes crack open, looking at you through his brows, greyish and green, flicking with want.

Thoughts are thinking.. Ohhh golly...

In a normal circumstance normal Shane would be unbothered by something like your period for example, throw down a towel and he's read for pound town.

Vampire Shane?? A Fiend.

[slippinmickeys]

Familiar (1/?)

I have always had this idea of writing a fantasy-like AU where unbeknownst to her, Scully is a witch and Mulder has been cursed as her familiar, spending his days, ‘Ladyhawke’-like, as an animal, and his nights as a man.

You'll recognize the first chapter as something I wrote as a one-shot and posted in my AU Prompt Collection where it collected dust. But I haven't been able to get this story out of my head and I'm going to post it here in it's own space while I mull where to go with it. I know I promised no new long-form new fics and I meant it; that said, this may or may not turn into something. And I won't have a lot of time to work on it. I'm still having fun with Funfetti and other prompts, but when the muse calls you, you have to follow that bitch, so: here it is.

Dana wrapped her cloak tightly around her shoulders and looked up at the green underbelly of the canopy. The oak leaves were still, but something stirred just above her head—a fluttering movement too deliberate to be the wind.

She reminded herself that feathered things flew in daylight, that she was safe. But deep down, she knew the truth: other things, darker things, flew at night. A swallow of unease tightened in her throat, and she quickened her pace. The sunlight, after all, was dying.

There was an old crofter’s cottage near the edge of the wood, just beyond the remnants of a Roman road. If she could reach it, she could rest. The roof would surely leak, and the place would be damp as a toad’s foot, but it was better than sleeping beneath open sky. Not with that creature still following her. Not with the shouts of witch still ringing in her ears.

She glanced back. The path was empty. But she felt it—the presence in the undergrowth, biding its time. Stalking her with patience.

It had followed her for three days now, slipping through the edges of her vision. Too fast to be human. It had been with her ever since she was run out of the village—ever since Alexander had whispered conjurer to the men bundling sheaves and to the women combing wool. It followed her like a shadow. Like the rumor that had driven her away.

She spit into the duff. Alexander.

He had been her friend once. He had proposed marriage—more than once—but she’d refused him. She hadn’t explained why. That she wanted more from life than to be some villein’s broodmare, bound to a landlord’s field. But he’d figured it out quickly enough. And the affection in his eyes had soured into hate.

A branch snapped behind her.

Her hand flew to the dagger at her belt, cursing her wandering thoughts. The blade—long and old as the Norsemen who once landed on their shores—thrummed faintly at her touch. She had named it Bite. Like a cat’s teeth, it never needed sharpening.

The creature was growing bold now. No longer satisfied with lingering in shadows. Dana stopped, spun on her heel, cloak flaring around her legs like smoke. The old game trail was quiet, but she caught a flash of amber in the dying light.

“Out, then!” she shouted. “Show yourself and let us have it out! I have a shadow already—I’ve no need for a new one!”

Only a low owl-call answered her.

She sniffed the air. Nothing. With a wary glance over her shoulder, she continued on, knowing she had little choice but to press forward.

She had no idea where she was going—only that it had to be far. Far from the village where she’d come of age. Left as a babe on a peasant doorstep, wrapped in high-quality wool with Bite tucked in the bottom of the creel. The basket had been woven with river grasses that didn’t grow anywhere in the whole of the county.

The name conjurer would cling to her now, like stink to a pig’s hide.

She had always stood out—red-haired in a village of mud-colored pelts. Maybe in one of the larger cities, she could disappear. Though how she’d feed, clothe, or shelter herself was another matter. She had only the few coins she’d sewn into the lining of her cloak last autumn.

Ahead, the trees broke. A field of barley stretched out, golden in the last rays of sunlight. Dusk was coming on fast, the sky streaked with grey and rose.

If she could reach the crofter’s cottage unseen, she might sleep—rest her aching feet, leave behind the feeling of being shunned. Of being hunted.

She crossed into the barley. A low stone wall marked the property line between one landowner and the next. The stalks were still green, their plaited bead-heads brushing against her arms with long whiskers—like a lover’s caress.

Or what she imagined a lover’s caress might feel like, if she had ever let one touch her.

Alexander hadn’t been the only man in the village to stare too long. Her adopted mother had warned her early: men’s eyes meant danger. Especially when the milites came through, collecting taxes in coin or wool. Those were the ones to avoid.

“Any man touches you without invitation,” Old Mildred would bellow, “you wait until he sleeps and slice off his cock!”

Dana almost smiled at the memory. Mildred had found her as a babe and raised her without help—no husband, just goats and chickens and a wicked aim with a ladle. She had died not five months ago, and since then, Dana’s world had unraveled.

Over a hill and through a rye field she walked, ducking under a stile. The sky pinked. The first stars blinked into being.

There—at the bottom of the dale—stood the cottage. Framed on two sides by thick old elms.

She picked up her pace, letting the slope carry her downward. The feeling of being watched thickened. The urge to draw Bite was nearly overpowering.

Almost there.

She reached the door—and then stumbled over a root hidden beneath the tall grass. She landed hard, jarring her shoulder and bruising her hip.

Padded footsteps. A branch cracked.

Dana’s breath caught as she raised her eyes.

A large fox—with a pelt the same red as her own hair—darted behind one of the elms just as the sun dropped below the horizon, blinding her.

She blinked. Once. Twice.

When her vision cleared, the fox was gone—and a man stood in its place.

Scrambling upright, she drew Bite in one smooth motion, ignoring the pain in her shoulder. The blade gleamed, deadly and steady.

The man didn’t move. He was young—maybe a year or two older than her. With the sunset still glowing behind him, his hair looked golden, like the fox’s. But as the light faded, she saw it was brown. His chin was strong, his nose long and slightly crooked—enough to lend his face character. He was tall. Nearly as tall as the sheriff’s gelding back home.

“Hullo,” he said. His voice was light.

Dana said nothing. She flicked her wrist, making the blade glint. Let him see she knew how to use it.

“You’re the one the villagers call Dana,” he said, his tone low and pleasant.

But Dana knew pleasant tongues could hide sharp teeth.

“I’m the one they call witch,” she hissed, hoping to scare him off.

He didn’t retreat. He grinned.

She waited for him to step forward, to strike. Instead, he leaned against the elm with the air of someone who had all the time in the world.

“You’ve been following me,” she said at last. She kept Bite raised.

He shrugged. She bristled.

“You don’t deny it?”

Another shrug. “Following you is more an act of self-preservation than pursuit.”

Her fear was starting to turn. Not to trust—but to irritation.

The fox she had feared was a man. Or perhaps something in between. She had been confused, and confusion made her angry.

You are too intelligent, Mildred used to laugh. Stupid people are happier. Smart people are always vexed.

“You are Dana, then?” he asked.

“Do you plan to turn me in to the witch-slayers?”

His expression darkened. “I plan nothing of the kind.”

She studied him. His easy posture. The long fingers. The dark hair on his forearms. She didn’t lower her blade yet, but the edge of her panic dulled.

“Then I am Dana,” she said. A beat passed. She sheathed Bite.

“I’m glad to hear it,” he replied, clearly relieved.

“You now know my name,” she said. “Tell me yours.”

Now that the light had faded, she could see him more clearly. His eyes were kind. His clothing—a flaxen tunic dyed the color of winter leaves—was simple, well-made.

“I only know what they called me in the village,” he said, voice laced with something like longing.

“And what’s that?”

“Fox,” he said, sheepishly.

Gooseflesh bloomed along her arms.

“You have no memory?” she asked.

“I have knowledge,” he said carefully. “But no past that I can name.”

“You sound like me,” she murmured.

His gaze sharpened. “You have no past?”

“I have a story with no beginning,” she said. “And lately, I’m called only witch.”

“The villagers don’t know what a witch is,” he said. “You’re not what they think.”

“I’m not,” she agreed, lifting her chin.

“But a witch you are,” he said, stepping closer. “And I? I am your familiar.”

[lucy90712]

Ice skating- Fermin Lopez

When it's winter and cold outside there isn't much to do especially when your boyfriend hates the cold and refused to be outside unless he has to be. Somehow I managed convince him to go ice skating with me I was expecting him to fight me on the idea but he happily agreed to go for our date night this week. I'm not sure if I have excellent persuading skills or if Fermin will just say yes to pretty much anything I ask because he loves me. Fermin doesn't know that I have been skating before, I went quite a bit as a kid and I have been a few times as I've got older so I know what I'm doing. I'm definitely not great but I can hold my own on an ice rink but I can't wait to see Fermin on the ice he's never been the most graceful person so I expect he'll be a little unsteady on his feet at best. 

Like always he came over before we needed to leave so that he could spend some extra time with me. That's something I love about Fermin he just wants to spend time with me so he'll always come over even when I'm not doing anything interesting or we have no plans as he just enjoys my company. Today he brought lunch with him so we ate lunch together and he helped me get ready by picking out a hoodie of his I have in my collection to wear over my outfit so I don't get cold. He also made me change out of the leggings I had on as he said I'd be too cold so I put some jeans on which he was satisfied with and allowed us to leave the house finally. The ice rink wasn't far from my place but Fermin can no longer just walk through the streets like he used to so he drove there and found somewhere nearby but quiet to park. 

We pretty much ran inside as there was a lot of people about and Fermin didn't want to spend ages taking pictures and signing things. He loves the fans he really does but at times like these he doesn't want to be disturbed as there has been occasions when I've waited like 40 minutes just for him to finally be let go by the fans. Once we made it inside there was a lot less people around and none of them seemed too bothered by our presence which was nice. Fermin paid and got our skates before taking me over to a bench so we could actually put them on. I did mine quite quickly as I've done it many times before and I know they need to be tight but Fermin was struggling as they were just too loose on him. He didn't want to admit defeat for a while but after a few attempts he asked for my help so I did his laces up for him. 

"Is my big baby ready to go" I laughed 

"I'm not a baby skates are just stupid how did you manage it?" he asked 

"I've been skating before I went quite a bit as a kid so I knew how to do the laces" I revealed 

"Why didn't you tell me I thought we would both struggle together now I'm going to look like an idiot" he said 

"You won't look like an idiot I promise most people aren't going to know how to skate" I said

"You'll hold my hand though right?" He asked 

"Of course I will can't have you falling over can I" I laughed 

Fermin didn't seem to appreciate my joke but still he grabbed my hand and I led him onto the ice. He was as stiff as a board to begin with but I held onto both of his hands and skated backwards so I could teach him how to skate. Fermin is a quick learner and he always listens to instructions so he worked things out pretty quickly and was able to skate next to me when I let go of one of his hands after a few rotations round the ice. As much as he was getting more confident his grip on my hand didn't let up I don't know if that was because he was scared of falling or because he just didn't want to let me go but either way I kind of enjoyed that he felt like he needed to hold onto me so tightly. 

We had a lot of fun together talking as we skated round and maybe laughed at a few people who fell spectacularly because it is kind of funny. There was also some amazing little kids who have clearly been having lessons that we just watched in awe both wishing we could do that. It had been the perfect date we got to go out somewhere and enjoy time together without really being disturbed at all. Both of us were having so much fun until some guy came speeding round the rink and slammed right into me. I didn't seem him coming as he was behind us but luckily Fermin is pretty strong as he was able to help keep me on my feet as otherwise I would've been on my ass in seconds. Fermin pulled me into his chest as we both came to a halt in the middle of the ice, his hands went straight to my face to see if I was ok as he can read me like a book by just looking at my expression. I've learnt to read him pretty well too but you didn't need to be a genius to see that he was mad and like really mad. 

"Watch where you're going mate" Fermin shouted after the guy who just kept going 

"Are you ok amor?" He asked 

"I'm completely fine I just didn't see him coming" I said 

"I'm not surprised he should've gotten out the way but he didn't because he's an asshole" he raged 

"It's ok forget about that and forget about him I'm not hurt so everything's fine" I said trying to calm him down 

"I'm glad you're ok but that doesn't mean that guy should get away with doing that" he continued to argue 

"Why don't we get out of here so we don't have to worry about him any more and before you do something you'll regret" I suggested 

"We should get hot chocolate to warm us up" Fermin said with a complete change of mood 

Thankfully there is a cafe just across the road from the ice rink so we headed straight there and ordered two hot chocolates with marshmallows. I left Fermin to get the drinks while I found a table for us both and he came back he had the two hot chocolates but also a cupcake which he put in front of me with a big smile on his face. I tried to share with him but he insisted that I sat the whole thing and who am I to say no to a cupcake especially one that was so delicious. Fermin quickly forgot about what happened with that guy and was just saying how much he enjoyed ice skating and that he wants to go again so that he can get good at it. Of course we can’t go that often but we agreed that we should go together again for another date night which I’m really looking forward to. 

[malewifeharem]

YK I WAS TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT OM STOOD FOR.. ANYWAY CAN WE GET BELPHIE IN THE YAN ALPHABET HOUSE PLEASE :3 ☁️

yandere!belphegor alphabet

彡- ,, yandere om! belphegor alphabet (template from @dear-yandere eheheheh)

cw ⁞ OMSWD CHAPTER 16 SPOILERS, death threats, violence, manipulation, just general yandere behaviour??? not proofread.

an ⁞ lmk if there are any other warnings i should add!

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

he loves cuddling and napping with you. it may not seem like he loves you — the only sign of affection you receive, being cuddles and naps. but trust me, his love for you is INTENSE... he has slaughtered many people for you. past lovers, bullies, any and all who have wronged you.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

he's willing to eliminate anyone for you. it can get very messy... lucifer has had to call for help to clean up evidence before. although his older brother tries his best to clean up after him, word still got out about the youngest's aggressive tendencies — simply because he leaves too many crime scenes behind, it's almost impossible to clean them all in such a short time. he's probably thought of eradicating the whole of purgatory hall and diavolo's castle too.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

100%. you've heard him call you the meanest names before. he will always remind you of your place as a human —you'll always be inferior to him, like his little pet.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will?

putting you to sleep when and wherever he likes. arguing with him? go to sleep, maybe you'll start talking sense when you wake. out in public? he suddenly feels like you've spent too long outside, go to sleep, he'll take you home.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

he doesn't tell you much, other than reports of only some of his victims. he keeps most of his carnal, deranged thoughts to himself. you're still well aware of his mania through his actions but you'll never know how deep his violent rabbit hole goes.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

if he's in a good mood, he might play along, just don't take it too far. if he's not, he'll lazily warn you first. if that doesn't work, he'll threaten you — reminding you of what he's done, what he can always do. if you decide to continue being a 'brat', he won't hesitate to wring your neck — not too harshly, he still needs to keep you around.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

he thinks it's amusing. he forces you test his limits and wear skimpy clothes out and visit the dangerous places he's warned you about. he'll let you go out and 'have your fun' but he's stalking your every move — like you're his prey. he likes feeling jealous of the other people around you so he can 'reclaim' you back at home. (read N for what happens at home hehe)

Hell: What would be their darling’s worst experience with them?

you went too far with your 'teasing' one night and it ended in him strangling you with his tail again. you were seeing all black, your struggling limbs almost giving out on you. you genuinely thought you were going to succumb to the same demon again, but he eventually let go of you. it took you awhile to recover — laying on the floor, having a coughing fit and your vision still barely coming back. he stared down at you before letting out a satisfied "hmph." maybe you'll learn your lesson this time.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

believe it or not, he does imagine marriage with you. you, walking down the aisle in a beautiful wedding dress, towards him. he'll prepare a ring for you once you've settled down with him and stop fighting back. (he won't be doing any chores in the rs)

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

he stirs up his own feelings of jealousy so it's kind of his fault. he likes possessing you and claiming you as his. whether or not its by punishments or marking you physically. (should i make a nsfw continuation of this...?)

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

he loves the scent of you —stealing pieces of your clothing to smell and sleep with. he'll stick his nose as deep into your neck as he can to get the essence of you into his system. this is part of why he loves cuddling and napping with you too — holding you closely and wrapping his tail and limbs around you.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

he does get broody if you hang out around other people other than beel. anyone else from HoL, purgatory hall and especially diavolo and barbatos are completely off limits to you. before he started acted aggressively, he would defensively lurk around you to make sure no one got too affectionate with you. when you notice him, he has to clutch his shirt to stop his thumping heart from beating out of his chest. surely this means you appreciate his protection!

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

nope. he acts aggressively towards everyone but beel. everyone close to the brothers are aware of his hostility and have tried reasoning with him before but has basically given up. diavolo has tried restraining the youngest brother again but lucifer has promised to keep his violence at bay.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

oh... he's cruel. if he's lenient, he'll give you nightmares in your sleep. if you've been disobedient, good luck... he'll wrap his tail around your neck, giving it a tight squeeze — reminding you of your previous end. you never know if he'll actually take your life again — that's what's most scary. he knows how much it terrifies you but he's a demon baby, it's what they do.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

your health is constantly at risk after your body has had to endure multiple chokings but proper healthcare isn't available to you. the only medication you'll get is some ointment meant for demon burns.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

it depends on his mood. he's very unpredictable, with his patience levels fluctuating very often — making him all the more dangerous.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

he would be in a state of pure disbelief for months, hallucinating and dreaming versions of you. then, he'll move onto finding ways to bring you back or pray that you'll return back to him in hell. (we all goin to hell for even reading this bffr)

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

although he lets you roam around devildom somewhat freely, he'll never completely let go of you. you're his to keep and possess.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

being locked up in the attic created attachment issues in him. he finds a need to claim you and feel wanted by you. when you come running back to him, he feels euphoria — even if you're forced to.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

he feels uneasy, not knowing how to confront the situation directly so he uses the only method he knows. putting you to sleep is the easiest way for him to sedate you and calm you down. isolating yourself breaks his heart but he'll try his best to break your defensive stance and get you to come and cuddle to ease the tension away.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

(i'll skip this since i still dont't know the definition of a classic yandere TT)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

if you could somehow find a way to possess a spell book, you could try finding a way to create a clone of you while the real you goes to find diavolo or barbatos. they have the authority and power to guard you from him and lock him back in that attic. lucifer will definitely be disappointed that he's failed to protect you again but you've had enough.

Wit’s end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

yes. (read F and N)

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

he treasures whatever affection you spare him and he secretly worships the ground you walk on. he doesn't try to win you over because there is no one for him to compete for him the begin with! none of them can fight him if they're all six feet below ground.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

he could only stand watching you from afar for a few months before snapping. he couldn't go on any longer without you in his room, in his arms, under his control and claim.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

yes yes yes and yes. he doesn't care if you lose your mind, then you'll be even more susceptible to his manipulation. you'll be much more obedient and finally stop whining and struggling all the damn time!