#apologies for dragging you back into all this but yknow

[noodles-and-tea]

Absolutely insane that you start posting Sherlock stuff seconds after I'm thrown back into my Sherlock phase you're adding so much more fuel to the fire and I don't know how I'm going to survive it now XD

Also your art's amazing and I would devour it if I could. That is all, thank you.

Well you know what they say about coincidences…

[starboye]

pairing: chris evans x male reader

request: Short fun size male reader with a bubble butt, who is in a secret relationship with Chris Evans; who is married. Chris met reader at his movie premiere and had to have him as his own. Which leads to Chris meeting up with reader when he has the time to teach male reader, who he belongs to and who his daddy is.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, cheating chris, rough sex, kinda angsty and flufy ending, possessive kink

words: 1.4k

it was pretty nerve racking seeing as this was your first movie premiere but at least you had chris there with you, yes chris was married but what was the harm in being in a secret relationship with him.

you walked off the carpet and into the building and saw chris on the other side of the room, you waved as you noticed him and he gave you a small wave back with drink in hand, as you were about to make your way to chris ryan gosling stepped in you way accidentally bumping into you "oh shit im so sorry y/n" ryan apologizes, chris stands up straight from leaning on the wall to watch you.

"youre good" you chuckle fixing your stance and wiping your shirt of any stains "hey maybe wanna go out to get some food after this" ryan asks with a friendly smile "well i mean maybe" you say with a smile back, chris notices how you smile in your conversation with ryan and makes his way over.

"well you dont have to if you dont want to" ryan stammers obviously embarrassed by his question, as youre about to answer chris steps in between you and ryan "hey y/n can we talk really quick" chris says dragging you out of the building "what the fuck chris i was talking to ryan" you curse lowly not wanting to bring attention to yourself.

"you were doing more than just talking to him" chris says obviously infuriated that his boy was talking to some other man "youre overreacting chris" you says before heading back to the premiere "ah ah where do you think youre going" chris tuts grabbing your wrist "back to the party" you say "no were going home" chris sternly says dragging you too his limo.

he opens the door and puts you in before telling the driver to take you guys to your house and gets in with you, the driver obliges and begins driving, chris pulls you onto his lap "now what did i tell you about talking to other men" chris says pulling off your shirt "to never do it" you mutter "dont get all shy now speak up" chris demands turning your face to look at him.

"too never do it" you speak up "right so what did ryan ask you" chris question now moving to remove your pants while he sucks on your chest, leaving small hickeys across your skin "h-he asked me on a date" you stammer nervously "what" chris says stopping his attack on your chest and looking up at you, "he wanted to go on a date with me" you repeat.

"and what did you say" chris says now taking off your underwear leaving you completely nude while chris was still fully clothed "that i would go out with him" you say trying to hide your face "oh really so you like slutting yourself out to these other men huh"chris says lifting you face up to look him in the eyes, his eyes filled with a mix of lust and fury.

"im sorry chris i dont know what i was thinking" you say wrapping your arms around his neck and hugging him tightly "yknow what happens to sluts like you that like to go around and fuck other men" chris lowly says in your ear as he kneads your ass with his hands "please no chris im sorry i promise" you try to apologize to chris knowing the impending pain thats gonna happen.

chris fucking the life out you till youre filled with his cum and you are dumb on his cock, not thinking of anything else but his dick "sorry doesnt help you right now" chris says unzipping his pants to bring his thick cock out, you feel the immense heat radiating from it and whimper "dont get all shy now baby" chris say unwrapping your arms from his neck and pushing you back to see your face.

"youre so cute right now, i cant wait to ruin that" chris smirks lifting you up and lowering you on his dick, watching your face contort as his dick pushes past your hole and into you warms walls "chris" you moan "its okay you got this... for right now at least" chris says smiling at your facial expressions.

"this is what naughty boys get" chris says lowering you fully onto his dick, you take a sigh of relief thinking chris would give you a minute to adjust to his size but no, chris begin bouncing your ass up and down on his dick with his large hands "fuck so tight" chris grunts to himself.

"how could i ever let any other man have this" chris says leaning his head back on the seat "please chris youre so big i cant take it" you moan trying to stop chris by putting your hands on his thighs "nonsense you got this" chris retorts picking up pace, the whole limo being filled with loud plaps and moans as your bare ass bounced against chris' clothed lap "please..." you whimper.

"you shoulda thought of that before wanting to fuck ryan" chris says focousing on fucking you "now who does this hole belong too"chris asks but youre to far gone, going to dumb on his dick to answer "hey whatd i say, who does this hole belong to" chris repeats with a forceful tone.

"you chris" you say slurring some words "wrong answer" chris says smacking your ass to bring you back to reality "you daddy only you" you reply blinking in and out of being awake from the immense pleasure "yeah now cum for daddy" chris spits out and jist in that second you cum all over chris' suit "aww look you got me all dirty, im gonna have to punish you for that" chris says but you dont hear anything as you almost faint due too the overwhelming feelings.

"hey dont give out on me now baby you still got one more thing coming" chris says slapping your face lightly to bring you back, you wake up and immediately resume your moaning "please... chris cum" you say lowly "do you promise to never talk to those men again" chris says harshly smacking your ass, after what felt like hours of chris abusing your prostate youd say anything to get him to stop.

"please chris i just wanna rest" you weakly say "answer the fucking question y/n" chris roughly says "yes i wont talk to other men anymore, youre the only one who can make me feel good, im your boy and your boy only" you whimper, and with each word that left your mouth chris slammed up into your harder and harder till he spilled his thick load into you, he wraps his hands around your waist and holds you down onto his dick to make sure you get every drop of cum deep in you.

"now that what i call marking my territory" chris chuckles as you finally faint out, falling limp onto chris' chest "well would you look at that" chris chuckles wiping your sweaty hair off your face as his dick slips out of you, still twitchy and messy with cum, the driver knocks on the door to signal youre home, chris puts his dick in his pants and picks you up bridal style to carry you too your house with nothing but a towel over your lower half as your clothes were completely messy.

chris unlocks your door and carries you too your bed and lays you in it, you immediately get comfortable in bed and wraps yourself in your covers, chris hears his phone ding and checks it too see his wife texted asking when he'd be home, chris looks at you and then back to his phone and gets up too leave but you wake up "chris" you ask groggily "yes baby" chris replies "lay with me" you ask opening your arms to signal chris over.

chris fights himself between staying the night with you or going home but your cute sleeping figure drags him in, he takes off his messy shirt and pants and climbs into bed with you, wrapping you tightly in his arms as you nuzzle into his hairy chest, chris feels guilty about fucking you hardly in the back of the limo but he always feels better when he sees you become the cutest human being ever after being plowed.

taglist: @mailmango

[fishsinsareacknowledged]

Nikto coming back drunk only to try and share some with you because no. He didn't go to the pub why would you think that?

Therefore he actually went to the nearest liquor store and fucking walked back home which was like yknow. 4km away, wonderful. And drank most of everything.

"I got us bourbon, some sparkling water for you to mix with da?, some cheap whine too", as he's unpacking his backpack, pulling the somewhat drinken glasses out absentmindedly and wobbly. Taking a few breaks in between to not break anything and just stare at you drunkenly, eyes too heavy to open fully.

Yet after he's done emptying his inventory on your door's floor he stands up. Lumbering towards the couch before walking back just to grab you by your waist. Eyes on the couch while you're dragged beside him.

"Shhh shhh, lets go to sleep hm? Apologies love, its been a long week." Is all he says as he huddles up with you, forcing you on the soft sheets right beside him. Like a bird in a cage you're not allowed free but allowed to see the outside, entrapped by your lovers meaty arms forced to listen to his calm snoring for the rest of eternity.

[im-yn-suckers]

you watched as the blonde boy almost failed at grinding against a rail. he lost his balance and tripped. his left leg had a rip in his baggy jeans. there was a scrape where the boys leg dragged against the floor. there was a small blood stain on the concrete floor.

'i told you to be careful' 'blah blah blah. its not my fault i cant do this' 'no but, yknow what is? not wearing the knee pads i bought you' 'baby, those are so uncomfortable though" the injured boy whined with a pout. 'would you rather be bleeding or injury free?' he groaned with an exaggerated pout as you patched up the boys knee.

'c'mere' he came closer and you pressed your soft lips to his. he leaned into your soft touch and wrapped his arms around your neck. pushing you to the ground due to all his weight, he kissed you back.

"MOMMY LOOK! YOU AND DADDY DO THAT TOO!" the childs mother apologized for her sons actions but you and niki just chuckled and assured her it didnt make you uncomfortable.

you sat back down in your spot, expecting niki to go back to his skating, but to your surprise, he softly pushed you to the ground and kissed you. he tickled your sides kissed you afterwards.

"EW DO YOU SEE THAT, THANK GOD IM ONLY 13" some amateur 13 year old skaters gagged at the sight of you kissing

"oh yeah little girl? you think you can say that. whats wrong about me kissing my girlfriend, huh? lemme see you grind off that-" "niki, shes 13 leave her alone" "nO let him i wanna see his skills" "see the little girl wants me too."

"but you just failed" "then wish me luck"

"ROCK PAPER SCISSORS SHOOT!" '' haha, old man you lost! go let me see you fail" "we'll see"

he grinded perfectly and left the girl in doubt. "your turn, little girl"

she tried to grind but fell and scraped her knee. niki ran over to see if she was ok. luckily she only scraped her knee but niki felt guilty. you ran back to grab your first aid kit and patched her knee up.

she said the ointment burned so niki tried to distract her, but tears were threatening to fall. she managed to push through.

"youre fun, i like you two. sorry about saying ew, by the way" ''nah, its alright. we should have been more aware of our surroundings. what other tricks do you know" "really only how to go down the ramp and up, not much." "show me, i wanna see" "ok"

she was pretty good at that. "niki, heeseungs calling we gotta go home" "hey, we gotta go but before we leave, let me teach you how to grind"

he taught her how to do it and she was super grateful. "thanks old man. before you leave c'mere" she whispered into his ear. he smirked and shook his head no. she begged and he finally gave in.

he called you over after you grabbed your stuff and he kissed you out of surprise. she laughed and high fived him, before whispering into your ear "your boyfriends cute, keep him" you responded, "i know, i will" "bye old man bye sweet old mans girlfriend" "bye little girl" 'bye!"

you walked home. "what did she whisper to you before you called me over?" "she told me to kiss you again" he chuckled at the memory "what did she whisper to you, 'sweet old mans girlfriend'?" "oh, she said 'your boyfriends cute, keep him' " you both laughed and stopped at the convenience store to eat some ramen

you kissed again ate, after eating, you kissed again. to see the little girl waving in the window.

[heartbinn]

IN THE BATHROOM

or— taking a bath/shower with straykids!

Bangchan—!

-definitely bath baby. If by himself, he'd take showers, but if you two are in at the same time, expect a fluffy and slightly romantic bubble bath.

-you two would just stare at eachother, or, rather, he would stare at you, admiring you, and sometimes praising your looks.

-its free moments like these when he gets to express how he feels about you, and each time, he slowly falls more and more in love.

-it's very very rare that you two would get touchy while together, unless you want it. Channie either wants to appriciate the moment, or is too shy to do anything.

-you two would soak about atleast an hour, but really, its your choice when you get out. If you do, he follows you. Please give this man big hugs.

Leeknow—!

-do i even have to say anything..

-obviously shower. He'd argue back, wanting to use shower time for himself, but when you agree that he can wash you, its game on for him.

-and he'd make sure its sensible too, wouldnt just wash you but practically massage your body until he hears even the slightest sound from your mouth. He'd grip at your skin gently, squeezing anywhere he finds a little bodyfat. He loves your body and he kets you know.

-of course, you'd argue to wash him too, and after he finally says yes, he'd tease you about it until you dont want to do it anymore. Its just his way.

-maximum 20 minutes in the shower, he'd rather have you in bed.

Changbin—!

-oh he'd be embarassed.. he'd look at you over his shoulder with that little smile he has, and would spend just 15 minutes figuring out of he wants a bubble bath, so you cant see anything, or a shower, so you can see everything.

-well, even so he couldn't decide, you just dragged him to shower beacuse it's easier.

-and could you look anywhere but his muscles? Well..yknow the answer but really no. When you finally reach up and squeeze his bicep a little, he would jump from being sensitive, almost that he'd fall over.

-so babygirl, dont let him break his bones. Take a clear bath next time~

-overall about 25-30 minutes of bickering over eachother until one of you almost slips.

Hyunjin—!

-now.. its either he'd be really really really romantic during a bath or.. just straight up a menace.

-if he feels romantic, he'll have rose petals and shi floating in the water with a glass of wine like sudhsjdhusjdhdb baby

-but then..... if he feels lazy or just tired, he'd have fun in poking at your stomach and side, especially if you're ticklish. From here, when you wanna leave, he'll either pull you back and apologize or tease you for 'not handling his habits.

-don't blame you, he'd be annoyed too. But he just loves how you get all fussy at him.

-he'd come crawling back though

-baths either last two hours or two minutes, you can guess why.

Han—!

-another menace, kinda worse but better.

-absolutely baths. Dont make him convince you to wash his hair, he'd whimper intentionally, enjoying your red face. Its all fun until you pull on his hair. He loves teasing you but knows when to shut up.

-but he's still so cute. Give him little spikes while he has conditioner on his hair and watch him get whiny. Cutie.

-but he'd wash your hair in return too, suddenly understanding why you love massaging his scalp soooo much.

-baby boy, baths last anywhere from 20 minutes to an hour.

Felix—!

-shower boy like ugh so cute just standing there

-he probably wouldnt go in with you but just join you without a word. He's still respectful, doesnt look down if he hasnt seen you naked before, and only with permission.

-once he actually does get permission, he wont keep his hands to himself at all.

-so you either never get intimate in the shower, or every day. Even if you do, he's careful to hold you and himself both steady not to slip or fall, but eventually you'd get used to it.

-well, depending on what you let him it can be 10 minutes or 10 years(jk but about 30 mins, he'd switch to the bed after one round)

Seungmin—!

-if you manage to get in the shower with him, you deserve a reward.

-bro is an absolute menace, he'd lock the door, and would have long long showers himself.

-when you do get in with him, he'd be quiet and embarassed, just muttering to himself, until you help him wash his back or something. He'd hold you for some moments while the water just falls at you both.

-wont say anything but genuinely loves these moments. He's a quiet boy then.

-depending on his mood 5 to 15 minutes.

I.N—!

-the exact opposite, he wants you in the shower with him.

-like he'll actually beg you until you agree. He'd wash you, you'd wash him, everything would be smooth and movie like. Lets hope none of you slip.

-but he'd get tired from the warm water and you next to him, so showers are not longet than 10 minutes.

-after, you'd just cuddle next to a soft movie. He's a normal silly guy but has so much in him to love.

[lowkeyrobin]

Hiiii! i love ur writing and was wondering if u could do Tommy, Quackity, Niki, Charlie, and Philza with an s/o (close friend for Phil) who is in a riot grrrl band???

stuff like this:

HAVE A NICE DAY/MORNING/NIGHT:]]]

oooo okay!! I can definitely try! I don't listen to many riot bands so excuse any weird stuff that doesn't totally make sense ; have a nice day/night to you too 🫶🫶🫶 ; made sure to make this as gn as possible for everyone so I apologize if it goes against the more feminine aspect of the genre/kinda ruins it 🙏

MCYT ; riot band

includes ; tommyinnit, quackity, nihachu, slimecicle, & philza

warnings ; language

y/b/n = your band name

y/f/n = your fandom name

masterlist

TOMMYINNIT

he loves your music

you're the heaviest band he listens to 🙏🙏 he does try and get into the genre more because he does actually enjoy your music

you're the lead singer for your band, so every time he hears your vocals, he gets all smiley, even in public, which he tries to hide

will make sure to attend every single one of your gigs and record the whole thing LMAO

if he's like the perfect distance away from the stage, you'll sneakily look at him to help your nerves and make it feel like he's the only one in the room

he helps you write lyrics as well/get inspo for new songs

"and it goes in a rythym like ba-dada-bum-ba-dada-bum, yknow?"

extra points if your band sounds a lot like Hole or Veruca Salt, bc he'd definitely have some of their songs on a playlist

casually your biggest fan, always reposting gig dates and playing your music on stream

leaving comments under picture posts on the band insta like "come back to brighton for my birthday please, I beg" and "its to early to be served perfection, wait a few hours :("

he doesn't always make sense but he's loving and absolutely loves your music dw

NIKI NIHACHU

she is the number one fan

she got your bands top listener and has over 15k minutes of listening time by the end of the year

you're lead guitar, so she's always interested in watching you play and how you move your hands and fingers to create such a cool sound

extra bonus points if your band uses that kind of echoey down to your soul feel, kinda like suicideboys or lil peep (best examples I got bc I'm not into this genre very much lmao)

always bringing you up in conversation as well

if anyone's looking for bands to listen to, you're a million percent the first she suggests

you show her new chords you wanna use or expand on and she just watches and listens so intently

always playing your music on chill streams and recommending her viewers to listen to your band, and always points out that its you playing lead guitar

"personally, I think you should be winning a Grammy this year"

"ehhh... MTV awards are better"

"I'm gonna go get you nominated for the MTV awards then, I'll be back"

"I don't think that's how it works!-"

ALEX QUACKITY

he mostly listens to stuff like victoria monet, the weeknd, childish gambino, sza, etc

but being dragged into the rabbit hole of riot bands expanded his music taste a lotttt

you're the lead singer of course (main character hours)

yk the clip of him on the qsmp and metro boomin randomly starts playing? that happens but with your band!

"whoops- I-I have no idea why the hell that started playing, sorry! the last thing I was listening to wasn't even y/b/n, the fuck?"

he gets all his close friends hooked on your music as well

bonus points if you get a more grunge kinda feel in there like foo fighters or nirvana

always posting pics of you from gigs or reposting pics of you/your band

and always leaving comments like "vocal lessons when?" and "gig near you ✅️ gig near me ❌️"

always roasting your music as a joke as well

"the blueprint 3, one album, solos y/b/n. sorry y/n"

"must I bring up-"

"nope!"

CHARLIE SLIMECICLE

he looks like the type of guy to secretly have a 200 song long playlist of punk music idk

you're the bassist, and he loves making you play shit on stream for him lmao

also loves reposting anything relating to you and your band, fanart, random rants about your music, gig dates, new music release dates, photos, etc

don't get him started on the edits

he'll randomly blurt out random noises and rythyms and boom, writers block gone, new song? made.

serious bonus points if you sound the slightest bit like joey valance & brae

you show him how to play bass a bit as well

always recording every gig, he's so proud of you, plus the lights make you look so good

always talking about you as well

"my partner is a bassist in a band, I think they solo all of you losers"

"Charlie what?? when were we talking about significant others?"

"since I said so, bitch!"

cue video game car crash

he has a little thing in the bottom of the stream screen with the album cover w a spinning record next to it, and on top is the song & band name. 80% of the time it's just your band

^he uses that during his stream starting soon segments, bathroom/snack breaks, or chill streams on the qsmp

PHILZA

he and kristen both love your music

he sees you like his kid so he's going the extra mile to support you all the time

from streaming your music in the car to reposting and posting about gig dates, new music and merch drops, etc etc

you even have your own little section in his Discord titled 'y/b/n chat' (and another for announcements about your band/notifs OK social media titled 'y/b/n announcements')

when spotify wrapped comes around, your his third most listened to artist, and kristen's second LMAO

"aweee thank you father, I appreciate your loyalty to y/f/n and the band 🫶"

always bringing up your music as well, especially when streaming with friends

"Tommy, did you listen to y/b/n's new song yet? I think you'd like it"

"wait wait hold on lemme pull it up"

he goes to a few of your gigs with kristen and he's just chilling in the back like a proud parent

you always find him and smile because he's there cheering you on

he's more of a dad than your actual dad bro

[misojunnie]

i find the vampire and werewolf rivalry dynamic really funny for whatever reason, so may i request some &team hcs with a friend/partner who’s a vampire while they’re… yknow, werewolves?

oh the shenanigans they would get up to

☆ &team as your werewolf bf! w/ a vampire partner ;)

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byun eui joo - ej

wasn't really objected to you being a vampire tbh. if anything, he was kinda interested

the quiet, kind-hearted typa guy to be like "it doesn't matter if we're different species, love is love, right?"

crazy clingy, and loves your fangs. he has fangs himself, but they're nowhere near as sharp and long as yours are. he loves admiring them when you smile and when he kisses you

loves that you're a vampire. it took zero time to get used to it

by now he knows all your needs by heart <3

murata fuma - fuma

shocked to discover you were a vampire, but not necessarily unhappy about it

when other werewolves are around you, his protective instincts kick in immediately and he's ready to die to protect you

you tried to hide your relationship for a while, but he gave up quick

he couldn't help it, he always wanted to show you off <3

rolls his eyes when you hiss at his werewolf friends (who aren't exactly fond of you)

koga yudai- k

considering how passionately khan hates vampires, I think k would probably share that trait tbh

was heartbroken when he realized you were one of his mortal enemies. it took him months to recover

but once he got adjusted to it, he could give a fuck what other people think

he proudly shows you off, even around the other werewolves. he doesn't care what they say, and if they threaten you? he won't hesitate to rough them up

drags a dead deer home every week or so, so you can feed <3

wang yixiang- nicholas

was shocked when he found out the cutie in his chem class was actually a vampire, AKA his worst enemy

he was disgusted. he's a prideful guy, so it took him a long time to accept that he was in love with a literal vampire (he couldn't stay away and ended up apologizing with a cute date <3)

secretly loves it when you bite him (teehee)

when you fight, expect fangs out and full blown screaming matches fueled by millennia of ancestral beef. lmao

"you think i'm high maintenance? try dating someone who literally lives off sucking life force!"

nakakita yuma - yuma

scandalized by the fact that you're a vampire. you told him after you started dating, and he had to break up with you for 2 weeks as a grieving period

the adjustment period was long, but now he knows just about everything there is to know about vampires

always ready to debate vampire/werewolf history with you

"uh, no. the battle of 1824 was obviously the vampires' fault. you broke the peace treaty, not us."

always puts on dracula because he thinks it's your favorite movie. it totally isn't, but he means well, so you don't tell him otherwise

asakura jo - jo

figured out you were a vampire like three weeks before you broke the news. he decided to stay with you anyway bc he doesn't really care what the other werewolves think

brings you coffee when you crave blood bc he thinks it'll help

you're the extroverted drama queen and he's the stoic, introvert bf

is very in tune to your needs, and won't hesitate to kill a literal human being to satisfy you (you tell him not to, though)

"I know you're a vampire, but you need to get your blood lust in control. I'm your boyfriend, not a piece of meat."

shigeta harua - harua

when you told him you were a vampire, he listened to his pack and dumped you, but followed his heart since and won you back <3

like ej, very in tune to your needs and wants

comes back from "hanging with the boys" carrying a huge dead deer/cow/etc, covered in blood with a huge smile on his face

"I brought dinner! do you like it?" "it's definitely bloody..."

all in all, he just wants to make sure you're feeling comfortable and happy <3

ta-ki

didn't really care that you were a vampire. k initially gave him flack, but he ignored it until his friends gave up

sunshine x sunshine protecter irl. he's just happy to be there, and you're ready to kill for him, need be

but watch out; insulting you is a one way ticket to seeing his dark side (even if you're his friend/one of his kind)

loves double dates, and even introduced some of his werewolf friends to your vampire friends. you two singlehandedly repair the relationship of the species in your city <3

hirota riki - maki

did not gaf that you're a vampire. loves you too damn much to care what species you are

loves bear hugs, but constantly underestimates his inhuman strength. will try to hug you and accidentally tackle you

gets crazy sassy with you when you argue, eg; "don't bare your fangs at me while i'm speaking."

loves running away with you at night to hunt, wander the streets, and generally fuck around. midnight walks are his favorite, and luckily he never has to worry about being cautious during the night, considering you're both the strongest beings on the planet

locks himself in his room during full moons bc he gets embarrassed about transforming in front of you lol

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a/n: omg this was so cute... I usually struggle with the werewolf stuff bc it annoys me so bad but this was actually rlly fun... maybe i'm warming up to the werewolf concept 🤔😇

[lace-coffin]

Hii! I hope your having a good day/night so far, but I js now thought of this and I lowkey cannot stop having brain-rots over it… so yknow how like, men are sometimes called ‘bears’? I was wondering if you could write a fic abt Asa getting his hands on a so called ‘bear’ of a dude who’s much beefier and taller than him, but still submissive asf? 👀

How would Asa Emory feel about a gay bear s/o? (Nsfw)

Asa Emory x male!bear!reader

Tw for kidnapping, power exchange/power dynamics, general Asa Emory things

Requests are open!

I was literally about to go to bed when I saw this request and I was like I NEED TO DO THIS NOW OMG. Safe to say I absolutely love this idea and loved writing it💖 hope you enjoy!

Asa didn’t think he had a type until he met you..now he’s sure he couldn’t ever go back.

You were the lecturer in the classroom next door, sure Asa knew of you but he didn’t know you personally, never caring enough to go introduce himself to other lecturers like some kind of newly moved in house warming party, he was solely interested in teaching his classes, getting out, and tending to his collection, hopefully managing to cram a few hours sleep in until he has to wake up and repeat it again.

The class had finally began to pick up as all the students had settled and the lecture was underway, until a timid knock sounded on the door. Asa was pissed. If he has to sit through his students fussing again he’s going to lose it.

That was until he pulled open the heavy wood door and revealed you, looking professional but still boyishly handsome. Your tucked shirt pulling taught where the largest part of your belly settled, folding softly over your belt. Sleeves rolled up to reveal thick arms, spattered with an ample amount of dark hair, knuckles equally hairy to match. Asa’s face heats up and he curses in his head, only making matters worse as he drags his eyes over your ample chest subtly, well as subtly as you can when your practically eye fucking the bear of a lecturer that just interrupted your class.

“-came to ask if I can borrow some empty work books…excuse me..sir?” Asa’s head snaps back up to the stranger’s face, realising he hadn’t been listening to a word the man was saying, completely lost in eyeing him up. “Ah, my apologies, I’m a little out of it today, this way.” Asa tries to recover the interaction and guides him to the empty work books, picking up a load with a grunt and placing them in your hands, not missing the way your knuckles brush his during the exchange.

You take the books from him like it’s nothing, not even a strain or flinch, fuck, that was hotter than it should’ve been. You thank him and leave, presumably back to teach your class, whatever it is you actually teach, he’d been to caught off guard to ask anything of importance.

For the rest of the day Asa can’t forget the way “sir” sounded coming from your lips.

He wants to find out more about you and he does, under the guise of bumping into you in the teachers lounge or offering you a ride back to your house. he now knows you teach English, it’s not really what you wanted to do but it pays the bills. He knows you usually wear suits apart from on Fridays when you choose something more casual for the end of the week. He knows you live alone and your daily schedule, knows when the best time to strike is. He knows no one will look for you.

It’s Months later and everything has changed, Asa has more of a spring in his step as he returns home, the weight of the day not affecting him as harshly when he knows he’s coming home to his favourite pet.

It wasn’t hard to gain your trust, easy to believe in peoples kind words and actions, it was almost laughably easy to find out where and how you live, oblivious to the turtle neck clad figure trailing a few blocks behind. You hadn’t gone down easy into the box but that’s the way he likes it, likes a bit of a struggle.

Now Asa has you at his beck and call, only needing to snap his fingers or say one word to have you scrambling to follow, eager to impress. You would think due to your large structure that you would be in control, no questions asked but it was obvious to any onlooker that wasn’t the case. Asa had you wrapped around his finger, always following his heels like a well trained attack dog willing to do anything for his masters approval.

Now Asa had you where he wanted he wasted no time in admiring you, all soft curves and dark hair, masculine and sexy. Your daily wear now mostly consisted of leather harnesses, loving the way the straps wrapped around you, making your flesh spill over them but constricting you at the same time. He could stare at the way the harness pushed forward and presented your hairy tits to him for hours, now adorned with two shiny barbells to Asa’s liking. Tugging on your harness when he needed to move you was always a plus in the design, and always and excuse to run his hands over your warm skin.

Despite what anyone may presume you actually turned out to be naturally submissive once broken down, “the bigger they are the harder they fall” as they say, Asa’s not sure that applies to kidnapping grown men but he can’t find it in himself to care. Your doe eyes look to Asa for guidance in even the simplest things, loving the attention and not having to think for yourself. Just wanting to be a mutt for your master and nothing else.

Asa thought you were perfect, the way your eyes water as you drool dumbly behind the bone shaped gag tightly in your mouth. The way your hairy thighs wrap around him as he fucks into you obscenely. The way you sit at his feet obediently and keep his cock warm in the back of your throat as he works at his desk, only making small noises of complaint when you run out of air. Nothing asa can’t fix with a sharp slap on the cheek and a kiss on the forehead.

You take well to the cage, having just enough room to stretch out and sit up but that’s it. You crawl back in when ordered, letting sir lock you in with one last kiss on the lips and a request to be good and sleep well. You’re always excited to see him again in the morning, pressed against the cage needily and wiggling your behind in a cute imitation of a dogs wagging tail.

“Bark” you let out a sound similar to a woof, not completely the same as an actual dog but you’re not completely confident in it yet, still humiliated by the action. Asa’s lips thin out into a straight line, not completely satisfied with your effort.

“Again, put your voice into it” you let out a sigh of embarrassment and close your eyes, breathing in and letting out a more solid bark. Asa smiles this time, running his gloved hand over hair, abruptly grabbing a handful and wrenching your head back so you can meet his dark eyes. “Good boy, always so eager to please master, aren’t you my mutt?” You make a weak noise at being grabbed so harshly but reply “y-yes sir” Asa tugs your hair harder causing your scalp to sting in a way that makes your thighs rub together. “Again, louder.” He orders back, not making any room for excuses. “Yes sir! I love being a stupid mutt for you! Love following orders and making you proud!” You pant back, a lot louder and more desperate this time.

A satisfied smile slips onto Asa’s face as he releases your hair from his grasp, easing the pain in your scalp. Your master tugs the ring of your collar, pulling your chin up with it to look at him.

A moment passes and looks are exchanged, yours of need and Asa’s of smugness. Your lips meet in the middle for a searing kiss, lips and teeth clashing. “Good dog” Asa mutters in between kisses.

[theunfriendlyghost]

The World Belonged to Them

Timeskip!Kozume Kenma x GN! Reader

TW- alcohol use, cigarette smoking, Minors DNI!!!! This is not smut but contains adult themes

(ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME!!)

A/N - this story just randomly came to me after my clubbing experiences recently and I wanted to share. I did not proof read this in the slightest so I apologize for any errors. There is room for a Pt. 2 so if you’d like to be added to the tag list, let me know 😃

Kenma’s ears rang as he stumbled onto the back patio of the club, shutting the door behind him, between the shots he had taken with the rest of his friends and the loud music pounding in his head, he was disoriented to say the least. He sat on a bench close to the street, listening to the buzz of cars go by, his thoughts quickly interrupted when someone plopped down next to him, leaning up against the back of the bench.

“Got a light?”

They asked, putting a cigarette into their mouth lazily, clearly just as intoxicated as he was.

“I’m sorry. I don’t.”

He said, flashing them a soft frown. He was never a smoker. He rarely ever even drank. But with Shoyo and Bokuto back in town for a home game, he felt almost pressured to keep up with them. This was supposed to be fun.

“It’s okay. I probly have one somewhere.”

The mystery person slurred, emptying the entire contents of their purse onto the bench next to him, sorting through all of their many items, mostly just old receipts, to find the lighter they were looking for. They shoved all of their stuff back into their purse before lighting the cigarette in their mouth.

“You want one?”

They asked, grinning at him.

“I’m okay. I don’t really smoke.”

He said, trying to sound as sober as possible. He couldn’t tell if it was because he was intoxicated or because he was happy to be in a quieter area, but something about this situation made him smile. It felt so fun and exciting.

“That’s okay. I usually don’t smoke either but I might be more drunk than I intended.”

They said, taking a long drag of the cigarette in their mouth and exhaling it away from Kenma, as to not get it in his face.

“My friend turned 21 today. I wanted them to have a good day. We had so much fun so far.”

They said with a drunken grin, staring into Kenma’s dazed eyes.

“I can see that.”

He said with a smirk. He was drunk, but probably not on the same level as them. The way they relaxed themselves on the bench was comical to say the least.

“I don’t go out a whole lot anymore because I work so often. I’m just happy to get out of the house for a bit, yknow? I like to be free”

The mysterious person said with a happy sigh, resting their hand holding the cigarette on their knee. Normally small talk like this would send Kenma into a spiral but between the smell of smoke, the stars twinkling in the sky, and the very faint sound of music coming from the building next to him, the situation felt fun. He was having fun. Something about the way the person next to him looked so free and happy made him want to feel the same. In his drunken haze, he grinned at them.

“I get that. Sometimes it’s fun to be free, I guess.”

He said, with an uncharacteristic twinkle in his eyes.

“You wanna see something fun?”

The person asked, lightly touching his arm and staring him dead in the eyes.

“Sure.”

He said, against everything he stood for. They grabbed his hand, dragging him to the street corner where there was not a single car in sight, dragging him into the middle of the street where he tugged back, glancing frantically from side to side.

“I don’t think this is safe. What if a car comes?”

He said, trying to drag them back to safety.

“It’s okay! It’s so late nobody is out.”

They said with a giggle, grabbing both of his hands and spinning them both around.

“Don’t you feel so free! The world is so quiet! It belongs to us!”

They said, continuing to spin them both around in the middle of the completely empty street, the cool night breeze blowing both of their hair in all different directions. He grinned, feeling exactly what they were feeling. Their happiness and care free attitude was contagious.

“Yeah. I guess I do.”

He said, grinning back at them. At the sound of a car buzzing closer, they grabbed Kenma’s hands, dragging him back to the safety of the sidewalk and giggling, watching the car drive past. They both giggled until their stomachs hurt, leaning themselves against the fence closest to the sidewalk.

“KENMA!”

They both whipped around, glancing at the tall dark haired male calling his name and storming towards the both of them.

“The fuck are you doing? We’ve been looking for you. Who’s this?”

He asked, glancing down at the person grinning at Kenma, holding his hand. Suddenly, the realization hit and he shot Kenma a knowing smirk, which made Kenma’s cheeks heat up.

“Sorry Kuroo.”

He said, letting go of the persons hand, making them frown. Kuroo stepped in, knowing both of them were too drunk to properly make a move.

“I’m Kenma’s designated driver so unfortunately I’ve gotta take him home. What was your name?”

Kuroo asked, grinning down at them.

“(L/N) (F/N). You can call me (F/N) though. I like it better.”

They said with a grin.

“Kenma, huh?”

They asked, remembering they hadn’t even gotten the poor boy’s name. He nodded in response, smiling at them with his glassy eyes, swaying from side to side from a mixture of the spinning and the alcohol.

“You got a ride home, (F/N)?”

Kuroo asked, looking down at them with a mixture of amusement and pity.

“I’ll be okay! My friends are all inside they’ll make sure I get back okay. I just needed some air. Sorry for borrowing your friend”

They said with an apologetic smile. Kuroo smiled back, playfully hitting Kenma’s arm.

“Kenma. Get your phone out. Go ahead and exchange numbers”

He said, knowing the two were not focused enough to initiate such a move. Kenma pulled his phone out, handing it to them with a grin. They grabbed the phone eagerly, typing in their number and their name in all caps with several emojis next to it before handing it back.

“Text me.”

They said, leaning against the fence. He texted them a barely coherent text, making their phone buzz in their pocket. They stared at the text, their eyes sparkling at the message.

‘I think ur prety 😃’

They gave him a thumbs up, showing they got the message.

“Thanks for hanging out with me, Kenma. Let’s hang out for real sometime!”

They said as Kuroo escorted them back to the door of the club so that they could safely find their friends, wanting to ensure that his best friend’s new beauty made it back home in one piece.

“Yeah. Let’s.”

He said with a soft smile, lazily waving goodbye as he got dragged back to the car by his best friend. There were no promises that either of them would remember this interaction but tonight, the world was quiet, and it belonged to them.

[starswritewhispers]

your name is your promise- 2

A03

Chap 1

“I could kill you, if I wanted to, y’know,” Gojo sounded far too cocky in Suguru’s opinion, especially considering that he was the one pinned to the forest floor. “Yeah,” the fourteen year old responded with an unimpressed snort, “Sure looks like it,” “I don’t need to use my hands,” Gojo answered with a frown as Suguru rolled off of him, lying next to him in the dirt. “You wouldn’t get it.” “Everyone can buy a gun, you’re not special,” Gojo only let out an amused huff and Suguru turned his head to face him. A soft smile slipped onto his face as he took in Gojo’s content expression. He could feel heat rising to his face, the tip of his ears, and he quickly looked away, focusing his expression on the sky before Sukuna’s cruel words could come back to him. “I don’t want to kill you, anyway,” Gojo’s voice rang through the clearing, announcing the obvious as if it were a gift. “You’re important to me.” “Thanks for not committing a felony,” Suguru commented dryly, fishing his phone out of his pocket when he felt it buzz. Gojo’s eyes were immediately drawn to the device and Suguru pushed his curiosity down. He knew Gojo didn’t have a phone, but the last time he asked, he’d gotten a vague run around about ‘family shit’. “I care about you too, dipshit.” He added, before Gojo could start pouting.

“Who is it?” He asked and Suguru looked over to see a frown on his friend’s face. “Shoko,”  he passed the phone over, watching Gojo’s puzzled expression as he read the messages. Shoko: u with ur imaginary friend again or r u free rn?

Geto: I’m with blue bird, yes.

Shoko: yknow my dad knows some psychiatrists

“Why does she think I’m imaginary–why do you call me blue bird ?” Gojo demanded, eyes darting between the text thread and Suguru. Another traitorous blush rose to his face and he averted his gaze, staring up at the blue sky.“Well, you never leave the forest and,” he shrugged, watching the clouds pass by. “For some weird reason, names seem sacred to you, so whenever someone asks about my best friend, I just call you blue bird.”“Why?” Gojo pressed, but he could hear the smile in his voice.“They remind me of you,” Suguru finally admitted with a swallow, looking over to meet Gojo’s bright smile. “And we’re always in the forest,” He shrugged.“You can take pictures on this thing, right?”Suguru nodded, then yelped as Gojo grabbed him to take a selfie.  After he hit send, a self satisfied smirk made its way onto his face. Up until the phone buzzed again.

Shoko: nvm give the recommendation to ur friend what the FUCK is he wearing

“You people have no taste.” Gojo grumbled as Geto fell back onto the forest floor in a heap of laughter. 

–

Suguru woke up from his dream–memory, really, with a soft smile, slowly sitting up in his bed to– Except this wasn’t his bed.  His eyes widened, looking around the massive room as the events of the previous day slowly came back to him. The bitter taste of betrayal felt foreign on his tongue as his eyes swept over the unknown room. He supposed he should've felt childlike wonder at the knowledge of fae, of magic being real. 

Instead, all he felt was a coldness that felt too similar to the ice in Gojo's eyes. 

“Oh, good!” A voice exclaimed, in a way that made Suguru feel like it wasn’t good at all . “You’re up!” He turned to face the owner of the voice, coming back to face with the largest brown eyes he’s seen in his life. For a moment, he was reminded of an overgrown puppy as the man– fae’s – face broke out into a nervous grin. “I’m Haibara,” the male offered, reaching his hand out. Suguru stared blankly at the hand, scared to move forward and find out he still couldn't.  A large part of him was still waiting to realize this horrible ordeal was all a food-coma induced nightmare from some shitty street vendor Shoko dragged him to.  A pink hue quickly rose to Haibara's cheeks and he quickly retracted his hand, a string of rapid apologies being flung Suguru’s way. “I’m sorry, I thought it was within human customs to–”  “You were right,” Suguru cut off the male’s rambling, a large sense of relief washing over him as his own words flew off his tongue. “I just–” He shrugged, helplessly at a loss for words.

Just can't get over my best friend kidnapping me. Oh and also being a fucking magical creature. Which exist, apparently. “Where am I, exactly?”  He asked again, a fake smile easily plastering its way onto his face. The male in front of him didn't seem inhumane, manners could easily be the best way out of this hell. “The palace?”  Haibara answered with a frown as if it should be obvious. Suguru waited for him to continue. 

He didn’t. 

Suguru groaned, dragging his hand down his face.  “Am I at least in full control of myself again?” He asked, dreading the answer. He didn't even truly understand his own question, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to. Somehow, Gojo had stolen his ability to--well, exist. The reminder weighed heavy within him, his fingers tightly clutching at the sheets as if that would alleviate the emotional turmoil he was drowning under. “I believe so,” Haibara’s tone was off, something almost akin to disapproval lacing it, “The king promised he released his hold on you once you fell asleep.” “How courteous,” Suguru grumbled, voice drenched in sarcasm. "Waiting for me to be unconscious before giving me autonomy."

The two fell into a silence before Haibara’s words truly clicked within his head.

"Did you say king?" Suguru demanded, snapping his head back towards him. "As in Gojo?"

“Uh,”  The brunette chuckled, doe eyes widening even more as he looked around the room, as if to find an escape from this conversation. “He didn’t mention it then, I gather?” “You're telling me that idiotic twink with a god complex is your–” “I am not a twink–”  An indignant voice cut Suguru off and Haibara winced, quickly scooting aside from the bedside to make room for his quick exit. Suguru leveled his angry gaze at Gojo, not bothering to spare the blond man standing behind him a second glance. He paused, briefly looking at Haibara over his shoulder. “I have control over my movements, correct?” Haibara swallowed, looking at the blond man, rather than Suguru or Gojo. There was silence for a tense moment, before a glimpse of amusement flashed over his face and he nodded in Suguru's direction. “Lovely,” Suguru muttered, curling his hand into a fist and quickly moving forward to connect it to Gojo’s jaw, sending the fae king stumbling backwards with a curse. “Send me home.” He spat at him, rage boiling up within him again. “Holy shit,” He ignored the hushed whisper behind him, ignored the common sense screaming within his head, ignroed eveyrthing but the bubbling rage and betryal that was pounding at his heart, scratching at his soul. 

He trusted Gojo and he played him like a fucking fool.

“Turn your infinity back on, idiot,” The blond hissed at Gojo, a hand moving to the sword hilt by his side. Suguru had no idea what infinity was, nor did he care to know, but the sight of the weapon was enough for him to pause his approach. “It’s been on,” Gojo answered with a bright cheery grin that neither matched nor explained the horror and shock on the other two fae male's faces.. “Why'd you think I wanted to bring him home so bad?”

The blond man's lips parted to answer, but Suguru cut him off with a loud clear of his throat. “Sorry, hate to interrupt,” Suguru cut him off, eyes narrowing. “I don’t think you do–” Gojo argued. “But the human who you kidnapped–” He continued, as if the other had never spoken. “With love–” “With magic and force–”

And you say I’m dramatic–” “Just–” Suguru pressed a thumb to his forehead, breathing in deeply. Punching Gojo again would do nothing except temporarily quell his rage and possibly lead to his execution or imprisonment.   He needed to calm down, hopefully get some answers, and then beat his best friend to a bloody pulp for kidnaping him and lying to him for years.

“Explain,” he exhaled. 

“Seems pretty self-explanatory, doesn’t it?” Gojo answered with a grin. “Your home was built on the edge of a fae gate,” he rocked back on his heels, his increased fidgeting the only telltale sign he was anxious as he held up his hand “I wanted to see the human world, met you, got attached, found out you could surpass infinity, brought you home,” with each phrase he lowered a finger.

“You took control of me,” Suguru snapped at him, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t give a fuck about all this magic shit, but–” That may have been a lie. His mind was whirling with the shock, the impossibility of it all, but the sharp sting of betrayal held more weight over him. “You took away my ability to make a fucking decision .” “Oh,” Gojo shrugged. “That.” “Maybe not the best response,” Haibara whisper- yelled from behind Suguru. “Humans are touchy about consent, try empathy." “Are fae not ?” Suguru demanded, whirling on his heel to glare at the brown eyed boy, who quickly found an interest in the tapestry behind him. “Don’t throw such a tantrum–” Suguru turned his glare back at Gojo but before he could explain that being upset over losing his autonomy was not a tantrum the male continued with a wave of his hand. “My name’s Satoru, we’re even now.” 

The air in the room seemed to still at the admission, as air within Suguru’s own body seemed to return to it. “Your stupidity should be studied by scholars,” the blond behind Gojo deadpanned. “They’d find enough research about morons to write multiple installments.”  Despite the chaos of the morning, and the confusion still running through his body, Suguru couldn’t stop himself from nodding in agreement.

[synthleeius]

new years day

kind of taylor swift reference,,,, ☹️

NEW YEARS FIC!!!!! im sorry its 4 days late um. (im lazy)

lee!xiao

ler!aether

Xiao materialises silently on the balcony behind him, arms crossed. “Hmph, it’s you,” He murmurs, his voice barely audible.

“It is,” Aether said, waving him over as he leaned against the rails. Xiao complied, moving himself to stand next to the traveller. “So, is Liyue big on new years? It seems like it..”

Xiao’s gaze shifts to the bustling streets below, his eyes narrowing slightly. “Yes, Liyue is known for its grand celebrations during the lantern rite. Mortals gather to welcome the new year, hoping for good fortune and prosperity.” He turns his attention back to the figure beside him, his expression softening ever so slightly. “Is there a reason you ask..?”

“Not necessarily.. I was more asking if you were big on it.” Aether admitted, smiling softly at the city.

Xiao's eyes flicker with a hint of surprise, as if caught off guard by his question. "I... I suppose I don’t partake in such festivities," he admits, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy. "As an adeptus, I have always maintained a certain distance from mortal affairs. My duty lies in protecting Liyue and its people, but I have never been one to revel in celebrations or seek personal enjoyment. It’s not in my nature."

He pauses for a moment, then adds, "However, I am willing to make an exception, if it is your wish to experience these festivities together."

Aether chuckled at the offer, shaking his head. "You don’t have to do that, Xiao, I know you’d rather not. But if you want.. we can stay up here for a bit?” He asked, tilting his head. “Please?”

Xiao's gaze shifts back to the lively streets below, watching as the crowds grow larger and the excitement mounts. "I appreciate your consideration.”

He turns his attention back to the blonde, his eyes meeting his. "If you wish to join me in this seclusion, I would be honoured to spend this time with you." He gestures to the balcony, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

He smiled widely, “Thank you~..” He lowered himself to the ground, his legs criss-crossed around each other.

Xiao follows Aether’s lead, lowering himself to the ground beside him and crossing his legs in a similar fashion. He glances at him, his smile a rare sight. “I hear your back from your travels in Fountaine, correct?”

“Yeah, it was.. well, Fountaine.” He laughed softly, his eyes trailing down his arm before he noticed something. “The ocean was amazing though, they-.. Hm.”

“..What is it?” The adeptus asked, a confused expression on his face as Aether’s fingers reached out to his skin. With anybody else he’d flinch away, but he's learnt to accept the travellers touch. “You're bruised.”

“I.. suppose I am,” He stated, seemingly not paying much mind to it. “Mere consequence of my battles.. You shouldn’t worry, There's probably many more to come. But.. they will heal due to time.”

“I know, it doesn't mean I like it.” He muttered, huffing quietly. “Yknow, if you ever need me to patch you up all you need to do is ask.”

“No need,” Xiao insisted, “But.. If it comes to it, I’ll remember that.”

“I’m glad.” Aether smiled, satisfied with the answer he received. His fingers dragged down the skin until he reached the end, his hand moving to rest on top of the other’s. -which of course would’ve been fine, but..

His fingertips trailing down his forearm made Xiao gasp, reflexively flinching back a bit. “A-Ah.. apologies, Aether. You just..”

“It's okay,” He replied, softly cutting the other off from speaking any more excuses. “My fault.”

The two sat like that for a few minutes in silence, simply enjoying each other's company. Well, it was simple until the blonde’s hand began to shift, nails drifting across his wrist an-

“Aether,” he spoke in a faked stern tone, turning to look at him.

“Uhuh,” He replied calmly, his nails grazing the same sensitive spot. “I'm just making sure you're not hiding any more injuries from me. What if you're in a critical condition and I didnt even know, hm?”

“Ihim- i’m not..?” a soft yelp left his lips, dare he even say– a giggle? “You’d know..”

“How am I supposed to believe that though? You're a very secretive person, Xiao. Now, I insist, stay still.” Aether smiled smugly, speaking whatever excuses came into his head first as he sneaked a hand to the adepti’s torso and latched onto his side.

“A-Ah! Aetheher..” He let out a shaky breath, restraining himself. “Don't just-..”

“Don't just what?” Aether tilted his head with a fake confused expression, his hand perfectly still.

“I.. ugh, your childish, Traveler.” Xiao sighed, turning his head away. Aether simply laughed softly, letting his fingers wiggle gently up his ribs. “I’m funny, excuse you.” He huffed, “I'm sure you’ll find me funny in a few minutes too.”

“I will no-hot!” He gasped, desperately trying to keep a straight face. He debated hiding with his mask on, but knowing Aether he’d probably give him hell for it..

“You’re no fun.. Come on, you're supposed to be laughing.” He whined, a playful smile shining on his lips.

“I don’t laugh.” He states, biting the inside of his cheek to keep his composure. “I’m an adeptus, it's un- hah.. unprofessional..”

“Sure you can, giggles. I’ll even help you!” Aether teased, gently pressing his thumbs into the bone.

“Don’t cahall me thahat!" He tried to grumble the best that he could, but he couldn't refrain from the small giggles that started bubbling from his chest.

“What, giggles? But it's cute! And you are giggling, y’know.” He pointed out, his hand darting to the others mid section and rubbing circles into his hip bones.

Finally, the dam broke with a gasp and breathy giggles, the shorter ducking his head down. “Thahats- nohot the pohohint..”

Aether cooed at the sight, shifting his position a little to be able to reach over and use both his hands. “Awh, Xiao~ I can think of a different point. Maybe about how you aren’t pushing me away?”

“I.. do nohot wihish to huhurt yohou.” Xiao mumbled out, his hands squeezed in fists to restrain himself. “Hm.. Excuses, excuses~” He sighed dramatically, giving his torso a couple last squeezes. “Alright, alright.. I’m done, sorry.”

As he regained his composure, he sighed softly, arms crossing over his chest idly. “It's.. fine. I suppose.”

“I bet.” Aether replied in a monotone voice, a knowing expression on his face. “No more tricks, ‘kay?” He promised, slinging an arm around his shoulders as a truce.

“..Mhm.”

[awriternamedart]

“I'd thought you'd continue to avoid me. This rapid change in behavior is rather annoying, you know.”

Ryuji settled for glaring at the guy, not missing the way Akechi’s lips curled up at the sight. There seemed to be little to no end to their bickering, but Akechi assumed it was for the best.

To avoid meaningless conversation would be preferable. There was no need to compromise their mission sooner.

Which is why he was caught off guard when Skull had practically taken him by the arm and dragged him off during a recon meeting at the Palace entrance. So far, he had been one of the more.. agitated of the group, though he supposed that was to be expected. Kurusu’s right hand was an unwaveringly loyal dog.

Taking in a frustrated sigh, Akechi grimaced.

“Look, if Joker has put you up to this, we will drop it. I have no interest-”

“Akira didn't put me up for shit. ‘M doin this on my own, asshole.” Skull butted in immediately, slouching against the hedges. He seemed to scoff at the idea, almost. “He ain't like that. He'd talk to you himself.”

“Oh, I am fully aware of that.” Crow found himself acting haughty- it was one of the best ways to get under Skull’s skin. Not that it was hard to do, but his bursts of quick anger were quite refreshing. “But we really ought not waste meaningless time. We-”

“Oh, shut up, will ya? ‘M tryna apologize, damnit!”

..it was rare that someone other than Akira caught Akechi off guard.

“...excuse me?”

“Ugh- look, ok. Don't take this as me forgivin you or some bullshit like that.” Pushing off the hedge, Skull came around to face Crow, arms folded. “Knowin what you did to Futaba, Haru, and Akira? Like hell I'm ever forgivin you. But..”

He roughly scratched at his skull, grumbling.

“..Ya didn't feel like ya had a choice, didya.”

Akechi found himself momentarily stunned into silence.

“...how much did he tell you.”

“Hm? Who, Kira? Not much, nothin, actually. All I really know is he called me up after we took down that bastard and..” Something seemed to soften in Ryuji, the tenseness in his shoulders dying slightly as brown eyes sent a glance towards the leader of this ragtag band- one that he missed being sent back as he looked towards Akechi again. “..he mourned you, yknow.”

..what?

“...mourned?”

“Ya disappeared. Never showed up after Shido’s Palace was sent crashin. We all thought ya were.. yknow. We all kinda mourned you- I.. well, at least we regretted not turnin ‘round to save you.”

It took a few moments for the laughter to bubble up in Akechi’s throat.

“You?! Mourning me?!” How absurd!! These fools, mourning him?! He had betrayed them, attempted to trick them, pulled the trigger on two of their parents-!! And these fools mourned him?! “Don't try to coerce me with those pathetic lies! How could you even dream of mourning someone who played you from the start?!”

“Oh, shut up already!!” Skull's shout drew everyone's attention- anger scribbled across his tone in jagged strokes. Hands took Akechi’s shirt, dragging him forward in his anger so they were face to face- It took him two seconds to drop his voice as Akechi's crazed laughter was cut short. “You bastard- I watched him cry for you, and you fuckin laugh?!”

A sneer drew itself on Crow’s lips.

“Wasted tears.”

“You-!!"

“Skull.”

Both of them looked over as Joker approached them, his gray eyes ever piercing and wary. It was almost immediate, the way Ryuji scoffed and let go of Akechi, letting him stagger and catch his balance.

“Go back to your team, Kurusu- we’ve finished our conversation here.” Before Skull could open his mouth, Crow cut in, fixing his misshapen collar with a casual, snide smirk. Joker’s eyes were dragged to him, a mix of distrust and.. pain lingering in his gaze.

It made Akechi clench his teeth.

“...We’re heading to the Observatory safe room. We’ll go when the lineup forms.” His voice was clipped, but both Skull and Crow nodded nonetheless, waiting till Joker’s back was turned and heading back- Akechi about to follow.

“...Look, Akechi-”

“Don't.” Crow cut him off, turning to look at him sidelong. “I don't have time for your meaningless antics.”

“Cut it out with the bullshit already. Can't you see I'm at least tryin here?!”

“And I say we end this here. There's no point in-”

“Stop being such a pretentious ass and listen to me, damnit.”

Annoyance was rising in Akechi by the second. He simply did not know when to quit, did he? Couldn't he tell that Akechi was trying to spare him already?!

“Fine then. Spit it out, we are wasting precious time here.”

“Finally. Look- I aint about to try ‘n be your friend.” Coming up right beside Akechi, Ryuji slipped his hands in his pockets, kicking at the floor slightly. “But- ugh, I'm sorry for treatin ya like shit before. Again, I aint about to forgive ya either-! But we gotta work as a team here, for Yoshizawa and Akira.”

He stuck his hand out, shoving it between them. It was a jumpy, rough movement, almost as if it was forced.

“So.. truce, or whatever?"

Crow found himself staring. What kind of idiotic move was this, apologizing? To him?

He scoffed. Absolutely ridiculous. Nothing but pain would come of this.

…and yet he took his hand anyway, the two of them shaking before firmly pulling away.

“..Fine then. Ill accept your.. truce.” He rolled his eyes, wiping his hand off on his hip. “..that was a rather pathetic show, you know.”

“What was that, asshole?!”

-

An Attempt to Step Forward - awriternamedart

[liverpool-enjoyer]

footballers when theyre scared

requested by anon!!! dude i feel like i owe you a PERSONAL apology for how absurdly late this is,,, i had finals, what can you do. thank you for requesting <3

leo: his eyes widen by half (.5) a millimeter.

ney: jumps ten feet in the air, lets out a high-pitched scream, n adamantly denies it when its brought up later.

luis: immediately punches whoevers next to him. like without even thinking. its his genuine fear response.

luka: at first he covers his face n lets out a quiet lil squeal, then when the adrenaline wears off he starts swearing in croatian.

alisson: poor lad. hes already pretty anxious, so if one of his teammates scare him as a prank he'll be shaken up for a couple hours afterwards.

paulo: hes dragged to some kinda haunted house attraction or something, n every time someone jumpscares him he jus,,, screams back at them. yknow, like a psychopath.

sergio: essentially (and loudly) rattles off every swear that exists, in english and spanish! if its a person that scared him, he will grab em n threaten em in that,,, special way only he knows.

muller: this man. lets out the most ear bleeding, glass shattering, LOUDEST fuckin scream ever recorded in human history, all bc he saw a bug or some shit.

erling: fight or flight kicks in n his ass chooses FLIGHT. books it outta there fast enough to break the sound barrier. may or may not end up knocking a few ppl over in his hurry.

mourinho: oh you gotta be careful with him. hes so genuinely high-strung that a good scare runs the risk of sending him into cardiac arrest (it is for this reason that all horror movies are off the table when the roma players do movie night).

[kirishwima]

Bet on me, baby - Part 3 (written portions below!)

****

He's late.

Not one to waste time, you stood outside the shop at 4pm sharp, arms folded across your torso for warmth, glaring at the sun as if it'd personally offended you by hiding beneath opalescent clouds despite the summer month.

You were fine to wait for five or ten minutes, keeping yourself busy listening to music through your overhead headphones and scrolling through your phone, but as the minutes trickled past and your foot tapped nervously against concrete, you frowned, sent another text-it's not rude to wait indoors, not when the guy you're waiting for is a whooping 15 minutes late, now is it?

You make your order and find a cozy corner to sit at, already bringing out your notes and laptop-the sooner you get this done, the better after all, and you suppose there's no harm in getting a headstart until your project partner arrives.

Yet time flows onwards, with no sight of Mammon to behold.

The ice in your drink has already melted by the time you decide to send him another message, now truly furious as you glanced to the clock on the wall across of you.

You look over your final messages with a sigh as you pack up your belongings, standing up from your seat to head out of the shop.

You're all but ready to storm out when the sound of hurried steps marching your way distracts you, a flurry of white all you see as the chair across you gets dragged back on the wooden floors.

Mammon stumbles into the seat, tilting his head back.

"Ha. Made it" he sighs, turns towards you and has the audacity to smirk, a lazy toothy grin as he slumps further into the seat.

He nods towards you in greeting, blinks owlishly behind his sunglasses. An angry red mark covers his left cheek, one he seems more than oblivious to.

You raise an eyebrow at that, momentarily ignoring the fact that he didn't even apologize for being an hour late as he leans back on his seat, balancing the chair on its back two legs.

You stare at him.

You blink.

And scream.

"What the FUCK Mammon?!" you ask.

He flinches, straightens back his chair as it momentarily threatens to fall.

"Huh? What?!"

"What? What do you mean what?! Where were you?"

He rolls his eyes, shrugs his shoulders with a shake of his head.

"I overslept! Some of us have actual social lives y'know-I was out all night and honestly jus' wanted to sleep all day today" he fumes. "Like, who the hell would wanna spend their saturday doing homework with a nerd?"

Your fingers are about to wrap around your plastic coffee cup and fling it to his head, before Mammon carries on with a sigh.

"At least I was going to, but Satan slapped me and threatened to cut all my credit cards in half if i didnt show up and hes a crazy bastard yknow, if he says it then he fucking means it-" he stifles a yawn, "and im hungover as shit. Why does no one care for me in this family?! I need sleep!"

You clench your teeth.

At least he's here you try to rationalize, at least Satan is a decent person that slapped some sense into him because you'd have no qualms to doing so yourself, peace and love be damned, but instead you sigh, turn to him and say;

"Be late again and I'll let your brothers, Lucifer included, know you were an ass to me."

He dared to laugh at that, shakes his hand as if to dismiss you, "And why would they care what the class nerd says?"

Enough is enough.

You slam your hands on the table, commanding the gaze of everyone in the shop to your form, Mammon flinching back, eyes wide and staring towards you.

"Y/N"

"Huh?"

"My name is Y/N. Not nerd. If you had paid even the slightest attention when I was talking to you, maybe you'd get it through that thick skull of yours. My name is Y/N L/N, im a human fucking person who was stood up for AN HOUR on their single day off, because guess what asshole-I have plans too! My day does not revolve around you and your fucking schedule. You have wasted an hour of my precious time, with not so much as an apology for being late, and you come in here and talk to me like I'm an inconvenience to you?!"

You get up, sling your backpack over your shoulder as Mammon sits frozen in place, eyes never leaving your fuming face.

"Well guess FUCKING what. I don't like you either! I could be hanging out with my friends too, or taking up another shift at my part time work and earning actual money, instead of wasting my time and effort here, waiting for you to get your shit together enough to actually get here and start working on this project so we can pass this class!"

You slung your bag over your shoulder, giving Mammon one final cold look.

"Thanks for wasting my time. Go find another project partner, and maybe you two can fail together" is all you say before turning around, walking out the coffee shop without looking back.

Your steps are brisk, pace fast as you make haste, your sole goal to get as far away from this shitty day and back to the comfort of your apartment.

You're about to send a text to Satan, to apologize for going off in his brother after he had the decency to send him to you, when you hear Mammon shuffling behind you, yelling our a 'wait, hold on you ner-uh. Y/N!!'

You do stop at that, turning around with a frown at the sound of your name, arms crossed over your chest.

"What?" you ask.

He's panting, his face washed red, back hunched and hands on his thighs as he looks back up at you-

"I. Uh. Ugh, don't make me say it!"

You sigh.

"Say what, Mammon?"

He grumbles, fidgets with a hand to his hair.

"I'm sorry! Okay!"

'Sorry for what?' you ask, not willing to let this slide. A half hearted apology isn't gonna cut it.

"For...wasting your time. And coming here hungover. And insulting you."

You look him up and down. He's not so bad like this; with this sheepish look on his face, a hand thrown awkwardly to the back of his neck, looking anywere else but your face-even through his yellow tinted sunglasses you can see the deeper shade across his cheeks, a bead of sweat trickling down his right temple, presumably from the effort he made trying to catch up to you.

'Fine' is all you say.

He looks back at you, a small grin of his lips that seems to taste like victory.

"So can we go finish this work now or?"

"No. Not today"

His crestfallen look is almost cute, you muse, but shake your head free of the thought before it takes root in your mind.

"Believe it or not Mammon, I wasn't lying when I said I was a busy person. I don't have anymore time for today, since you so politely wasted it."

"Hey!" he groans, straightening back up, "I said I was sorry!"

"I know. Which is why I'm willing to plan another meetup like this with you. You can come by my workplace tomorrow at the end of my shift and we can plan a rough outline of our topic, or you can text me where you'll be and I can come meet you."

"Where do you work?"

"The local bookstore, down the street from the main campus. You know the one, big but raggedy looking? Has a wooden sign outside called Brimstone?"

He nods, looks to his phone as he replies.

"Yeah I know the one. Satan won't shut up about it."

You exchange further details for a moment, eventually deciding on him coming to pick you up from your work in the afternoon when your shift ends; you guys can go grab a coffee and something to eat at the adjacent coffee shop, and finally get some work done there.

Mammon nods along as you recount tomorrow's plan, his previous attitude watered down and like this-leaning close to you in the busy street, huddled together as you show him the location of your workplace on google maps, his focused little pout, his blue eyes big and juxtaposing thick white lashes-hell, he's almost attractive like this.

Almost.

You bite back the intrusive thought and bid him goodbye, heading straight back to your shitty apartment-you're supposed to finish up your essay today and start on yet another pending report.

Instead you can't get these flashes of white and gold out of your head all day.

*****

-Masterlist-

[justlwrites]

Bachira x GN!Reader (Artist AU)

:: Made this out of boredom, doesnt make sence, not proof read

(As a child) 

“Y/n! Whose dog did u befriend again?!” My mom scolded me. There was a stray puppy outside my door, it dropped some pebbles for me 

“Huh...? I don’t know...? It looks like a stray puppy though” I said while smiling and petting the puppy 

“Stray or not, I told you already, right? Stop befriending random stray animals” My mom reminded me 

“Yes mom… I’m sorry” I said a bit sad 

But… This puppy keeps appearing Infront of my door, but it keeps on giving pebbles, sometimes random normal ones, sometimes they are painted colorfully... I was confused. 

  One day, I was walking home from school, I saw the puppy again, I never really got to see the puppy this close and clearly, now I can see how cute this puppy really is 

It has brown, yellow-ish fur, dropped down ears and it really liked wagging its tail. From the looks of it, it seems to be a boy. 

I decided to follow this puppy. It walked to a house, a massive one, looks like one that's owned by a rich person. I saw that there's colored pebbles lying outside the houses door, the same pebbles this puppy gave me. I thought that this puppy gives to any old random house, but… He was grabbing the pebbles...? Where though?    I kept following this puppy, it's the street going to my house? Is this puppy owned by that massive houses owner? 

(Time skip to adult) 

I still live in the same house as my childhood, my parents were the one who moved out, they were the one who wanted it, they lived near though, so I can still visit 

I already know pretty much everything in town, even if it’s old, many people still move here because of its relaxing vibe. Seems like this is what this person thought at least. 

There's a new person moving to the house next to mine, the house has been old sale for years now, nobody wanted to buy it because it's so rusty. So, when this person bought it, they made many renovations to make it homely. 

When they finally moved in, I decided to visit the house, yknow, like any good neighbor would do. I knocked on their door and a boy with brown hair and yellow tips opened, he was smiling so friendly too. 

“Ah? A new neighbor?” He said smiling so friendly 

“Yep! My names Y/n, nice to meet you!” I said giving him a smile back 

“Oh? Y/n? That’s a cute name!” He beamed 

“You can call me Bachira!” He said while dragging me into his house 

“Come in! I like guest!” He keeps smiling while talking, “Sorry its messy, I haven’t cleaned it all up” He added while scratching his head 

I looked around and... I don’t recognize this house anymore. The old house used to belong to an old couple, they decorated it with... well... Old things, they said it reminded them of when they were young, and the layout is also old school, simple living-dining room combo, 1 bedroom they shared, a small kitchen and 1 bathroom. 

When he renovated this house, it became more modern... It looked foreign to me. But it still looked homely... if you ignore all the boxes still splattered across the house. 

“Ah... Uhm... sorry hehe... I know it’s messy” He stated again still scratching his head 

“Huh? Oh, don’t be! I’m supposed to be the sorry one! I just randomly went to your house and knocked uninvitedly” I apologized to him too 

“No no! It’s fine!” He spoke 

We spent the rest of our day at his house, I even helped him clean up, and that’s when I knew he was an artist... Or well, he’s learning to be one. He wanted to be unique, so he used pebbles on making his piece, he showed me one of his piece and... “The pebbles...? Wait—the pebbles! They looked like... the ones that puppy use to give me...” I kept looking at his piece... like... it reminded me of that puppy 

“Y/n? Y/n? Y/n!” He tried to get me back to reality 

“Oh-- sorry Bachira... uhm... This piece looks... unique” I tried to make him talk about his piece 

“Thats my goal! Make it unique!” He exclaimed 

I forgot that I was only there to greet him, but it’s already 10pm. Seems like I lost track of time. 

When I went back to my house, I immediately went to my bedroom and opened my drawer, I grabbed the pebbles the puppy use to give me. The puppy stopped giving me pebbles when I turned 18, I saw the puppy grew to be an adult dog, it was heartwarming but also sad when the puppy stopped.  When I saw Bachira, he really gave me the vibe of that puppy though... 

“Agh-- what am I thinking? He can’t be a dog... Y/n what are you thinking?!” I kept thinking about him... about Bachira... about the dog... about the pebbles... his art... 

It’s been a few weeks since, I still think about him, but I also keep hanging out with him. 

“Hey, Y/n, I’m curious about your reaction about my painting, why were you so... hmm?” He tried thinking of a word “You know what I mean, right?” He asked 

“Well... I just... Had a flashback, you could say” I answered  

“Flash... back? About?” He seemed curious 

“Why would I tell you?” I said while chuckling 

“Ahh! I wanna know!! I wanna know!” He kept insisting 

“Well... I’ll tell you later, n-not now!” I finally answered 

He frowned but finally agreed to wait  

We decided to sleep over in Bachiras house for the night, why? Because he wanted to... and I couldn’t say no, he’s too cute! 

Because he only had 1 bedroom, we decided both of us would sleep in his living room, one on his beanbag and one on his couch. Both of us wanted the couch though, so we played a game. We had to make an art piece made of random things, I was confused on what to make and what to make it with, but Bachira already had his canvas set and started to glue some pebbles on his canvas-- “P-pebbles?!”  

“Hey, Bachira, can I have so--” “No! This are my pebbles, haha!” He laughed “BLEH!” He cheekily put his tongue out to tease me, I pouted and gave up... I accepted my fate on sleeping on the beanbag. 

After some time, he finished his creation, he made a puppy made of pebbles--- “Puppy! Pebbles!” I kept staring at his piece again... The puppy he made was so similar to the puppy that used to give me pebbles. 

“Bachira... where did you live before moving here?” I finally got the courage to ask him 

“Uhm... Still in this neighborhood, just in a different house, my house used to be much bigger!” He giggled 

“Did you perhaps have a dog?  A puppy?” I asked  

“Well, I did, but he died a few years ago... when I was 19 if I’m not mistaken” He said, his tone seemed sad, but not too sad, “But that’s the past!” His cheerful tone is back 

“What inspired you to--” “To use pebble?” He cut me mid speaking and cheered excitedly, I nod 

“Well... This is stupid, don’t laugh, okay? Promise?” He said holding his pinky finger up, I made a pinky promise to him 

“So-- so I had a crush, more like a ‘love at first sight’ crush actually, never really knew the person or spoke either... and I followed them once and found their house, a bit creepy—BUT! I only used that information to gift them--” “Pebbles? Let me guess, you told your dog to give pebbles to that house?” I asked while tilting my head 

“How’d you know--” He gasp “ARE YOU--” He asked surprised 

I gave him a probably look 

[hello-naptiime]

Hi gang

I see were talking about Jonathan Piss ass ToiletJon again

And as someone who was fucking THERE, WORKING FOR HIM WHEN EVERYTHING DROPPED

Oh my FUCKING GOD AM I SO PISSED OFF.

Welcome to my rant/vent

Mutuals look away Im sorry

Tw// for grooming and manipulation. General gross things in that area

Also Jinbop.

First of all Ashlie and Jon did was gross, but where Jon failed at literally everything Ashlie succeeded.

When the news dropped of what happened in 2017 Jon made a fucking video of him crying like a little man child, and then pressed charges (also doxxed himself like an idiot) WHICH IS INSANE BEHAVIOR. Even in his written respone he was only making excuses.

At that time I was in very close connection with him, I was on his build team, I played multiple games with him. He would come into vc and hang out with us for several hours, you could consider us friend maybe! I wouldnt.

But I was at the very least in a lot of personal servers.

So when things dropped I knew almost all of the behind the scenes BULLSHIT that was happening. How everyone waited for it to blow over and stuck by him. (I got kicked out of servers too cause people knew i was against him but I was still told everything by friends who were still in there)

Then February happened. And so much more, much worse things got exposed. From only his end. I won't mention who was involved, out of privacy reasons and because I dont want to drag them into this. But holy shit dude everyone left him after that. It was over, his gross behavior with minors (included me now that i think about, sir why are you calling me and my friends cute we are 15-) His awful and manipulative behavior with people he finds useful, how he treats his teams

. He never credited anything, I made his goddamn Dimensions s2 designs, Eddie made the skins. Only Eddie was mentioned, once on a stream.

Eddie also made designs and skins for Rosethorn, and got credited in video no less.

Its not that hard and yet!

The main point is

He was still acting in 2020, the incident was in 2017. And he was acting like this, in late 2020. Into 2021.

I wanted him to get better. I really did, I had been hyperfixated on this group of people for years it hurt a lot.

But its been almost three years and he infact has stayed the same!

He is a grown ass man acting like a toddler on a public twitter account, what makes this man some one to respect in any sort of way.

Theres so much more shit I know about this man, that I can't fucking say because of the people involved not giving me permission too. And I respect that. Thats their story to tell.

Now ashlie on the other hand.

Ashlie made a concise apology and owned up to her actions, shit she made sure not to happen again. She went to fucking therapy, she broke off that relationship first and has made so much effort to distance herself from that and apologize everyday of her life.

She went to therapy after breaking things off, and she went again after the callout just to double fucking check she wasnt a horrible person.

She initially handled everything that happened in 2017 in private, like youre supposed to do. Not have a public twitter meltdown. And in late 2020 still handled mostly everything privately. She wrote out a full explanation and apology that is still very visible on her yt channel, not her twt her full 100k subscriber yt channel

I THINK, THATS GROWTH and she should be respected for that. She's actively changed as a person from the 20yr that made mistakes

And what's crazy is that Max and Ross still make youtube videos with her.

Max and Ross, YKNOW. The people who made sure fucking Jinbop got arrested and stomp Sky's name into the fucking ground for the shit that Sky did. I 100% trust those two to make a decision about a person in their circle when theyre doing some FUCKED SHIT.

IN FACT, THEY DID DROP ASHLIE WHEN THE ALLEGATIONS CAME OUT. SHE WAS IMMEDIATELY KICKED OUT OF EVERYTHING INVOLVING THEM

And they came back. They came back and started making new things and videos with her, Ross is an active participant in almost all of her videos.

I think that speaks wonders about her.

Don't drag her name through the ground I respect that woman and all of her endeavors in the future, she has more than made up for the fact.

Jon is still an awful person, and I dont think he will ever change. He's had more than ample time to and acts like whinny child on Twitter. Actively tries to pull nostalgia bait on his dying yt channel and mocks his ex "friends'" work. I want him gone from the youtube sphere and to get an actual life.