#besides a few pieces aaa..

[bbonbonss]

Wooo!! Bonbons back 🎉🥳🎉 your art is amazing and beautiful and special and- just dhsidjsjdj so excited

Awgoshh… really didn’t think anyone would be excited (˚ ˃̣̣̥᷄ㅊ˂̣̣̥᷅ )‧º·˚ thank you for that and your kind words!!

[strvberrydoll]

omg I feel like if anyone could write this right it’s going to be you. we need arthur FLUFF with a reader on her period!!!

RISES THE MOON

cw: fluff, toothaching fluff, period cramps, arthur is a sweetheart, please arthur marry me :( wrote this on my notes app, grammar errors

wc: 1,8k

a/n: this piece was so comforting to write aaa thank you anon for the request <33 i hope this will soothe anyone who’s having period pain rn, i suggest you listen to this song and this one, i had them on loop while writing this. This piece is shorter than the others but I think it suits the mood in a way,, idk ! enjoy!!

The last few notes of the sweet melody coming from Javier’s guitar floated quietly in the air.

The night had fallen gently over the camp, wrapping everything in a quiet, soothing stillness. The campfire flickered softly, casting a golden light on the nearby trees, creating a cozy circle of warmth for those near it. Most of the gang had long since retired for the night, leaving only the faintest murmur of voices in the distant watching post and the occasional pops and cracks of burning wood.

You stood near the fire, trying to find some relief from the chill in the air, but more than that, you were trying to ease the dull ache that spread through your body. The cramps had been like little devils on your lower belly throughout your day, starting as a minor constant discomfort but now growing into something more relentless, making you wince with every movement and your back aching with every step.

Your day was filled with chores left and right as some of the girls left camp and went into town under the request of various groceries items for Pearson’s wagon. You wanted to join them but unfortunately your body had other plans. You came up with a simple excuse and promised to go with them another time. You hadn’t mentioned the true cause to anyone—it was just your period, no need to alarm anyone after all—but now, at the end of the day, you were desperately ready to crawl into the comfort of your bed and hope the night might lend you some kind of relief.

Arthur had been finishing up his usual nightly chores, checking on the horses and bringing them fresh hay. He always had a fondness for horses, no matter if they were his or someone else’s. His love for them often found sketched freely in the various pages of his journal. As he made his way back from the hitching post his eyes scanned the surroundings, making sure the camp was in order for the night. His eyes, like magnets drifted to your figure near the campfire.

You could feel his eyes on you, catching the small signs of discomfort you tried so hard to hide behind your calm demeanor. But he noticed something was off, he always noticed. The way your hand kept drifting to hold your stomach, the subtle wince that crossed your face when you thought no one was looking—it didn’t slip past him.

The crunching sound of boots on dirt floated in the air making its way towards you. You knew who it was and you took a moment to regain yourself and put on a calm façade.

“Y’alright, darlin’?” The gentle rumble of his voice pulled you out of your thoughts as he came to sit down on the log beside you, his gaze full of quiet concern as he searched your face for any hint of discomfort.

“Sure,” You tried to smile through the ache, not wanting to make a fuss. “just a little sore from the day. It’s nothing.”

But Arthur wasn’t one to brush things off, especially when it came to you. He studied your face for a moment, his brow furrowing making a small expression line form between his brows in that familiar way that told you he wasn’t about to let it go. Without saying anything, he slipped a warm, steady hand to the small of your back, moving it in small comforting circles.

“Come on,” he sighted, his voice still soft but insistent. “Let’s go somewhere more comfortable.”

He guided you away from the fire and toward the tent. You didn’t argue. The idea of lying down, of finally resting, sounded too good to resist.

The two of you slipped into the quiet of the tent, Arthur hand left yours to go and close the front flap of the tent and light up the creaky old lantern on the makeshift bedside table, the lantern casting a soft glow over the familiar space.

The moment you sank down onto the bed, you let out a long sigh, curling up slightly to your side in an attempt to relieve some of the tension in your belly. But even then, the cramps persisted, growing stronger by the minute.

Arthur knelt beside the cot, his arms folded on the soft mattress watching with that careful, gentle intensity of his. He reached for the blanket, tucking it around you with a tenderness so far different from his usual hard front he put up with everyone. Then, without a word, he got up, kicking his boots away and settled down beside you, his large frame stretching out on the bedroll as he gently pulled you into his arms resting your head on his firm chest.

“You’re alright, sweetheart,” he whispered. His breath warm against your temple as he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you higher against his chest.

You melted into him, resting your head against his chest, your body relaxing instantly in the comfort of his embrace. Arthur’s warmth surrounded you, his steady presence already making you feel better, more at ease. His hands, rough from all the manual work, moved with a soft, gentle care. One hand drifting under your nightgown towards your lower belly, the action far from sexual while the other moved to untangle your hair from the simple hairstyle you had for the day.

“That time of the month?”

You let out a muffled grumble against the fabric of his red union suit as an answer, making Arthur let out a small laugh.

“I can tell it’s hurtin’ you,” he said quietly, his voice low and soothing as his thumb began to rub slow, comforting circles over your stomach. “Let me help.”

You closed your eyes, letting out a soft breath as the warmth of his hand started to ease some of the ache. His touch was gentle, massaging your lower belly putting just enough pressure to soothe the tension without causing more discomfort. The pain didn’t go away completely, but the care in his movements, the way he held you, made your heart sing with joy making it easier to bear the pain.

“That’s better,” you whispered, your voice soft with relief. “Thank you.”

Arthur’s lips curved into a faint smile, though you could feel the ghost of worry still lingering in the way his hand moved over your belly, never stopping, never hesitating. “You don’t gotta thank me for takin’ care of you, darlin’,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “I’d do it every day if I had to.”

“Be careful of what you wish for, Mister. I might start to demand more if you spoil me”

“Oh I can’t wait,” he teased. “Forever at your service mylady.”

His words made your heart swell with warmth. Arthur wasn’t the type to shower you with flowery words or grand gestures, but it was in moments like these that his love showed itself at its truest form—in the quiet, steady way he was always there, making you smile, always looking out for you, even when you didn’t ask for it.

For a while, the two of you stayed like that, wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth. The moon rose higher in the sky and the outside world faded away. Arthur’s hand continued its slow, soothing movements, his touch tender and full of care, and little by little, the pain in your belly began to ease ever so slightly. You felt the tension melting away under the work of his hands, the cramps becoming a dull background ache rather than the sharp, insistent pain it had been just an hour ago.

“Y’know,” Arthur said after a long moment of comfortable silence, his voice a soft murmur in the quiet, “I remember Miss Grimshaw used to make me and John chamomile tea when we had stomach cramps.” his hands never stopped their movement.

“Marston used to drink a lot of it—that poor bastard always seemed to eat the nastiest shit he could find around,” he laughed lightly, reminiscing of the early days of the gang when a camp cook seemed such a privilege.

“Anyway, I can make you some if you want,”

You smiled against his chest, the simple thoughtfulness of his offer making your heart ache with affection. “That sounds nice,” you whispered, though truthfully, you were already feeling better just being in his arms.

“I don’t know how much it can be of help but it’s better than nothin’”

Arthur shifted slightly. “Stay put. I’ll be right back.”

Before you could protest for the lack of his warmth against you, he slipped out of the tent, moving with that same quiet efficiency he always had.

A few minutes passed, you were almost asleep when Arthur came back and with him the chill night breeze entered the tent waking you up.

“There,” he said softly, his deep voice full of quiet satisfaction as he sat the mug down the bedside table. He sat down beside you, pulling you up into a seated position before handing you the tin mug filled with the golden brown liquid. “This should hopefully help.”

You nestled into him, feeling the warmth of the mug and the steady, grounding presence of Arthur beside you. It was amazing how he could make everything feel better, just by being there—by holding you and letting you know, without words, that he was there for you.

A comforting silence fell on both of you as you drank your tea slowly, feeling your whole body relaxing with each warm sip you took.

After a while, the pain in your belly faded into the background, and you found yourself growing drowsy in the soft cocoon of warmth and care that Arthur had created around you. You laid down again and Arthur followed your action putting your head on his chest. His hand moved to your back, tracing lazy, soothing patterns there, his fingers brushing gently over your spine.

“Y’know there’s no need to hide when you’re hurtin’. You’re always helping everyone around, sometimes you gotta stop and look after y’rself.”

“Arthur,” you whispered, your voice full of sleep and gratitude. “I love you so much, I don’t deserve you.”

He huffed a soft laugh, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed another kiss to your temple. “Ain’t no such thing,” he murmured, “you deserve more than me.”

His words, so downgrading for himself yet full of love for you, made your heart ache in the best way.

“You’re everything I need,” you whispered, your voice barely audible as your eyelids grew heavy. As you drifted off to sleep, wrapped safely in Arthur’s arms, the pain and discomfort of the day faded away completely, replaced by the quiet, steady warmth of his love.

[starbunii]

NO BCUZ YOU MAYBE ONTO SOMETHING!!

...gorou and tighnari with an s/o that loves to gush over their ears and tails? 👀

Have a cookie again. 🍪

— 🍪 (Might as well be cookie anon-)

. petting him 𓂃 ♥︎

𝜗𝜚 ┈ tighnari and gorou x reader (seperate) !

notes: AAA COOKIE ANON IS BACK THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD WAHAHA <33 i loooove this request sm there is nothing i love more than the thought of petting both of their ears (and maybe the horns of a certain oni, but that's a story for another day, teehee)

headcanonsノ fluffノgn! reader ノcanon universe

second person pov !! please enjoy! ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

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❝ whh...?! d-dear, i have to finish strategizing-! oh- oh fine...just a little scratch.. ❞

secretly loves getting scritches, especially from you. he knows it's mostly from a curiosity standpoint for you, but to him, it feels like all the love in the world, being transported to his head right from your pretty hands

of course, there's certainly a time and a place. if he's in the middle of a meeting with his men, touch might be more restricted

in front of kokomi? absolutely not!!

he feels like he has to prove himself as a top general. he's weak with you, especially when you touch him. there is no way that's gonna happen in front of other people

however, there's nothing he loves more than cuddling up beside you, kissing your cheeks as you stroke his ears and gently brush through his tail

he's trying so hard not to let it wag

❝ h-hey, stop that-! I won't be able to focus if you keep touching me like that, you lummox-! ❞

he's so sensitive; maybe even more so than gorou. ear touching isn't as common of an occurrence with tighnari, no matter how much you wish it was

tighnari is very protective of his ears and tail, even if you guys have been dating for a while

after a few months, he might allow you to pet his ears, stroking the soft fur on the inside, watching as his ears and little nose twitch from the sudden touches

will grow extremely flustered if you ask to touch his tail; let alone brush it.

his tail is much more sensitive than his ears, which is why he prefers to groom it in private. he doesn't let anyone touch it aside from you and the occasional curious child he stumbles across when going out

only allows you to pet him in private. if it's in person he will literally die and explode into a million tiny pieces. only you can pet him; only you can see the way he reacts and relaxes at your light touches and careful strokes

starbunii 2024 — all rights reserved. do not redistribute or translate to any other platforms

[sleepyhutcherson]

whiplash smile

where billy surprises you with a clean house, flowers, and a… meal.

pairing: billy (burn, 2019) x gn!reader

word count: 1.6k

contains: (request) smoking, established relationship, fluff, reader is having a rough week, billy tries to cook…

a/n: first time writing for billy <3 thank you for the request anon!! >ᴗ< ive been so obsessed with billy aaa. title inspired by billy idol’s album idk i feel like billy would listen to him lol.

You were having a tough week due to some family issues, Billy picked up the way your mood dropped and decided to do something nice for you while you were away for a few hours.

After dealing with your family for nearly three whole hours you return home completely exhausted, wanting nothing more but to be in your boyfriend's presence. You barely stick the key into the door when the door swings open, the man you so desperately craved standing on the other side.

“Hey, beautiful,” Billy greets with a grin, cigarette between his lips moving up and down at his muffled words. He opens the door enough for you to slip inside your shared home.

The house is clean which is a bit of a surprise. Before you left there was a mess: clothing pieces scattered in different areas of the house, several beer bottles and caps on the table along with other things. You weren’t usually untidy, you liked to keep the house well maintained but your issues with your family just brought you to a low.

“You cleaned the house?” You ask, taking off your coat and hanging it on the rack, slipping off your shoes next and setting them besides Billy’s boots. You were a little surprised honestly, Billy wasn’t the best at picking up, but you were impressed with his word and grateful for his effort.

“Yeah.” Billy replies, with a cocky look on his face. You can hear a familiar tune play softly in the background, you recognise it as one of Billy’s favourite songs. “What? No ‘thank you’? ‘You’re the best boyfriend ever’?” He asks, bringing your attention back to him.

You realise you haven’t said thank you now that he’s mentioned it. You move towards your boyfriend, who immediately puts his cigarette out knowing your next move, and cup his face, his hands moving to your hips to keep you close. “Thank you, you’re the best boyfriend ever.” You say through a smile, mocking his words.

Billy rolls his eyes playfully, pulling you closer to him. “Oh, is that how it is then?” He asks, cocking a brow, his hands travelling up to your waist. He loves to have your hands on his face, it’s oddly comforting to him. He leans down to kiss you, pressing his body up against yours. Your lips are familiar with each other, the kiss almost some kind of reflex.

For the first time ever he pulls away first. “I missed you,” he says, your noses brushing up. “Bad day?” He asks, his thumb stroking your sides where his hands still remain.

“Yeah,” you sigh, but you really don’t want to talk about it; you don’t even want to think about it either, right now you just need him. “But I don’t want to talk about it, is that okay?”

“Of course.” He kisses your lips again, a small pure kiss, your lips brushing against each other softly for a second. “Hey, stay here, I have something for you.” He makes his way towards the kitchen with a pace that tells you he’s clearly excited to show you whatever he has for you.

When he returns he has a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers in his hands, the colours bright, your eyes softening at the sight of Billy carrying them towards you. He was a complete softy on the inside despite how much he denied it.

“Oh, they’re beautiful!” You gush, taking them once he hands them to you, a soft smile plastered on his face, happy about your reaction. How was this the same man that blew up that gas station?

“Aren’t they? They reminded me of you.” You meet his pretty eyes, he never fails to win your heart, he always knows how to make you feel better.

You set the flowers aside and embrace the man in front of you. He was truly the best boyfriend—you weren’t mocking his words anymore. “Thank you,” you say, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, his stubble tickling you just a bit. You give him a peck on his neck before pulling away.

“Oh, that’s not it, sweetheart. I made you dinner.” He grins and your brows furrow—-Billy knew how to cook?!

Billy had never tried to cook before but he knew how to use the stove so he thought why not? How hard could it really be? He burnt himself several times but hey, the food he prepared was not burnt! That was surely a plus. Who knew if it was good, he didn’t taste it he hoped for your opinion first.

“You made dinner?” You question as Billy leads you to the kitchen where you see a pot on the stove that is definitely too small for the amount of spaghetti he made, the noodles and sauce overflowing, the pot and stove stained with the red sauce.

“I made spaghetti,” he says, his eyes searching for your reaction. “It’s not anything fancy… but I just wanted to make you something…” he mumbles coyly, feeling suddenly very needy for your approval. Actually, he always craved your approval and he partially hated that because he had never needed praise from anyone before but now he needs it from you at all times.

You smile enthusiastically. Sure the kitchen was a bit of a mess now but he very obviously tried his absolute best. He did this for you and that was enough to make you happy. “No, don’t worry, it’s perfect, baby.” You assure, looking up at him, meeting his worrying eyes. “Thank you, Billy. You really didn’t have to.”

He smiles, his worry suddenly cleared up once he heard your words. “Well, you deserve it.”

You kiss his cheek with a gentle smile. Thank fuck for wannabe cowboys like Billy, right? “Let’s eat then?”

Billy tells you to sit at the dining table insisting to serve you. You agree knowing Billy really wanted to do this for you and sit down at your small dining table. He pokes his head out of the kitchen then. “Do you want Coke or Pepsi? I wasn’t sure which you preferred while I was at the grocery store so I just bought you both.”

You blush at that and you feel sort of silly for doing so but it warmed your heart that Billy could be so thoughtful. “Pepsi is fine,” you say through a flustered smile. He nods, a cheeky smile on his face taking notice of the pink that tints your cheeks, before returning back to the kitchen.

He joins you at the table with two plates of spaghetti, a glass of Pepsi with ice and a bottle of beer for him. You notice when he sets the plate down how stiff the noodles look, like they haven’t been cooked long enough, but of course you don’t say anything.

Billy watches you, eager for you to eat his food. He spent time making this meal for you and he really hoped you liked it. He watches you pick up a bit of noodles with your fork, you stare at it for a moment, you smile at him and shove the forkful of noodles into your mouth.

It wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great either but…it was the thought that counted, right? The noodles were a little hard, not cooked right, and you could tell Billy hadn’t put any seasoning in it but…it was his first time cooking and he seemed proud of his work.

Once you swallow his food, you smile effusively at him. “It’s delicious! You did really well for it being your first time.” Billy felt pretty good hearing your words but honestly he was a little surprised, had he managed to make something good without following a recipe?

He takes a bite himself expecting his food to be delicious, like you said and the moment the food hits his taste buds his face scrunches up in disgust and it’s honestly adorable. He looks at you, brows furrowed, his mouth stuffed, the corners stained with sauce. You can’t help but laugh at his reaction and he spits his food out onto his plate.

“That is not delicious,” he tries to put on an angry expression but the corners of his lips twitch up. Eventually, he breaks into a smile, your laughter and smile winning him over. “How the fuck did you swallow that?” He asks, laughing a little now himself.

“It’s not too bad!” You insist, your cheeks hurting now by how much you were laughing.

Billy reaches for his napkin, wiping his mouth before taking a sip of his beer wanting to get rid of the taste of his own food. “That was horrible,” he says, setting his bottle down. “You could’ve told me before I took a bite, you little liar.”

You smile softly, your hand reaching over for him across the table. Your hands brush, his hands callous but warm against yours. “But you seemed so proud of your work.”

Billy chuckles. “But it was horrible, baby.” He tugs at your hand a little and you stand up, and like that he pulls you over to sit on his lap, your meals now ignored. You look down at Billy, your hands on his jaw, his eyes sparkling as he stares up at you. “But thank you for not being mean.”

You stroke his cheek with your thumb, his hands on your waist again, holding onto you. “I’ll help you with dinner next time, okay?” You say, and he nods, a soft smile on his lips.

“Okay.” He mumbles with a dreamy look, mesmerised by the sight of you. He loved to have you like this, on his lap, your hands on his face. “You’re perfect.” He whispers, and you respond with a kiss, the best response he could ask for.

[lodeddiperactivate]

Gator talk

A/N: I had this idea of Rafe and someone who comes to OBX because she's obsessed with gators! I did some research on alligators in the Outer Banks to do this but nothing too extensive. I also started avoiding using Y/N as I find it better to not include this? Idk but there are instances when I had to specifically use pronouns instead. Anyway, Rafe is completely smitten and I'm not sure if I should turn this into a series but I really find this dynamic cute. Btw I imagined S2 Rafe in this, his pre-buzzcut era. Enjoy xx

"So why gators?" Rafe asked curiously as he took a sip of his orange juice.

You had visited the Outer Banks specifically to do research on alligators. There's something about alligators that fueled your lifelong devotion to studying them. You were driving along what is known as the Tannyhill estate when your car broke down. You asked for help from anyone around, and there he was, Rafe Cameron.

"Hey! This is private property!"

"Yeah, sorry, I'm having car trouble," you said as you pop the hood. Smoke was coming out of it and you started to go through your usual diagnosis. You don't really know much about cars. You know a shit ton about alligators but not cars. By this time, Rafe had walked towards you to survey the damage.

"Ah you might have a leak somewhere," he said as he rested his hand on the hood of the car.

"What should I do?" You asked and Rafe smirked at your cluelessness.

"We need to wait until the engine cools before we can check the fluids," he said, slowly turning to face you. You were looking at your watch, it's almost night time so you have no idea how to get to the swamps and set up camp there before it gets dark.

"You gotta be somewhere?"

"Yeah, I have to get to Alligator River and set up camp."

"I don't think you can set up camp there," he said in a know-it-all manner, closing the hood of your car.

"I can if I have a permit," you corrected him as you fished a piece of paper in your pocket to show him.

After reading it for a while, he handed the paper back to you. "Look, I can call AAA for you. In the meantime, why don't you come inside for a minute." He didn't wait for you to respond and proceeded to walk back. You quickly lock your car, grab your belongings, and thank god that the car is already parked beside the road so there's no need to move it.

"So why gators?" Rafe asked curiously as he took a sip of his orange juice.

"I don't know. I've always been fascinated about reptiles. Their sheer strength alone is impressive and did you know that alligators can go through over 3,000 teeth in a lifetime? That's crazy!"

Rafe was looking at you, smiling while his chin is resting on his palm. You thought that he was kinda cute looking at you like that. Of course, you were spitting facts about alligators, that's pretty cool. You took a sip of the orange juice that Rafe had refilled for you and continued, "Also, the Outer Banks is known to be a wildlife refuge for alligators. Gosh, I am so excited to see an actual gator hole," you paused again and took a sip.

"Wow, that seems impressive. Did you know that alligators don't hibernate?" He asked you but he already knew that you know that. He just can't seem to help himself.

"Uhmm hello? of course! Unlike other animals that go through a hibernation period, alligators are only known to go through a dormant period during the colder months," you said, lifting your index finger, trying to prove a point.

By this time, it was already dark. There was a hurricane a few days before you arrived so Rafe had mentioned it would be difficult to get help around this time but you were hopeful.

After a few hours, still no one.

"I don't think they're coming," Rafe said as he eyed you pacing the room. "I'd offer to drive you," he started saying.

"Yes, that would be nice!"

"But, as you can see," he said pointing to the Range Rover outside. A huge tree branch had fallen directly on top of it, "my car's unavailable right now."

"Great, this was supposed to be the first day of a great research program and I'm stuck here," you regretted the last part as soon as you said it. You looked at Rafe who was seated in front of you.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean here here."

"I know what you mean," he stood up and walked towards you. The way he moves and talks is slow but very sure of himself.

"You know, you can stay for the night if you want. And tomorrow, my family would already be back, and I can use their car to drive you, yeah?"

"Yeah," you said mindlessly. Rafe was pretty tall so he was leaning towards you, particularly close too! Your breath hitches as you sucked in air before replying, "Thank you."

"Come on, I'll show you to your room."

The room was just beside Rafe's. It looked like a guest room. Everything was neat and there are towels ready for use in the bathroom.

"This house is huge," you commented as you looked around the room. You had the perfect view of your car outside.

"Welcome to Tannyhill," Rafe said as he sat on the bed.

You sat beside him and looked at him. You couldn't quite put your finger on him. He looks scary, acts as if he's better than you or everyone else, but does something sweet like listening to you yap about alligators and offering you a place to stay the night and offering to drive you tomorrow.

"What are you looking at?" He asked.

"You." That seemed bold of you.

"Yeah? You like what you see?" He flirted. You blushed at his statement but was quick to recover.

"I do, actually," acting as if what he said didn't made you wet.

You squirmed under his gaze. His lips slightly parted and his eyes on your lips. You leaned a bit closer, and he moves even closer. It was a light kiss on the lips at first which evolved into a makeout session with you straddling him.

"Listen, I don't normally do this but-"

"Oh shut up already," as you kissed him, arms wrapped around his neck. His hands on your waist, supporting you so you don't fall over.

He lays you down on the bed before taking his shirt off and lifting your dress above your head. You lie there in just your bra and alligator-printed undies.

"How cute is this," he said as he palmed you through those alligator-printed panties to feel how wet you are for him.

"Hurry up," you pulled him closer by the waistband of his pants, which you helped him get rid of.

"So needy," as he kissed you again, and then proceeded to kiss your neck, collarbone, and then removed your bra to suck on your already erect nipples. Rafe alternated between the two, with his other hand grabbing and squeezing the other. You wrapped your legs around him and ran your fingers through his hair. You hear and feel him moan through your skin. Rafe moved so that the tip of his cock is directly at your entrance. You moved your hips upward so he can enter you but Rafe held you down in place.

"Patience."

"Please."

He grinned and started teasing you by inserting himself in you then completely pulling out. He does this a couple of times before you wrapped your legs tighter around him, pulling him closer.

"Such a pretty little slut," he whispered as he allowed himself to enter you fully, you feel him hit the spot and you gasped for air as you adjust to his size.

"Too...big."

"You can take it baby, there you go, you're doing so well." Rafe then started to move his hips slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him. As he started to pick up speed, your moans became louder.

"Keep going, please, I'm gonna-"

"Shit baby," Rafe said as you cummed all over with him dumping his load in you after a few thrusts. You both collapsed on the bed as he wrapped his arms around you, and you both drifted off to sleep.

~

"Rafe?" Ward Cameron's voice pierced through the entire Tannyhill estate as he and the rest of the Camerons started unloading the car.

"Shoot," Rafe shot up and started getting dressed. You were still a bit groggy but quickly threw on your dress that was on the floor and fixed yourself up to look more presentable. "They're here early, come, let's meet everyone," as he smiled and extended a hand."

"Whose car is parked outside?" Sarah had asked.

"Where the hell is Rafe?" Ward asked, more to himself.

"Hey, I'm here," Rafe said as you and him entered the kitchen.

"Rafe," Ward said then looked at you, "Oh hello."

"Hello."

"Oh, she needed help with her car but AAA wasn't available so I thought, we can use your rover to drive to Alligator River?" Rafe explained the situation to everyone as they all eyed you, probably surprised as to why Rafe is so willing to help out.

"Why Alligator River?" Wheezie asked.

"Oh I'm doing my research on alligators."

"Alligators, huh? That's interesting," Ward said. "Well, of course dear, Rafe will drive you up to Alligator River and you can leave your car here until it's fixed." He extended a warm smile just like everyone else did.

"Your family's pretty cool," you said as you walked to the car with Rafe.

"Yeah, I mean, we have our problems."

"Much like all families," you smiled at him as he started the car.

The drive was pretty smooth, with the roads mostly cleared up by now, you can see how the Outer Banks seems idyllic.

"So uhmm, should we talk about last night?" Rafe asked.

"I'm not sure if talking about it is necessary, unless you want to?"

"Nah nah it's fine," Rafe turned a corner. "It's just that I would not want that to be the last time." He said without looking at you, his eyes on the road, the Alligator River now in sight.

"You don't?"

"Nope."

"Well, then," you smiled, "maybe you can visit me here sometimes," you arrived at the destination. "I'll be here all week."

"Yes, ma'am," Rafe said as he parked the car.

"Okay, this is me."

"Research the hell out of those gators, yeah?"

"Yeah," you responded, to him and that boyish grin that seems to be your new favorite thing, before leaning in and giving him a quick kiss on the lips.

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[worukin]

╭୨୧︰ childhood friend yandere x male reader

・✦⇢ growing up together with him was certainly a gift. always kind and understanding, never leaving your side. he would always protect you from those who dared to cross you. and now that you're both all grown, he's ready to take protecting you to another level.

︰꒰1・ ( warnings ) — overprotective behaviour, manipulation, yandere themes, bullying, yan taking advantage of his reputation and y/n's shyness.

︰꒰2・ ( notes ) — HIII AFTER A LONG TIME IVE FINALLY POSTED!! Missed you all cant believe i hit 300 already <333 how would you guys feel about yan darling for the special? anyway enjoy!!

( if you are uncomfy with this type of content, kindly block me instead. anyway, hope you enjoy reading this aaa <3 )

You and Kian were attatched at the hip since kindergarten, him first approaching you during the first day of class to talk about how his parents told him about starfish swimming in the sky at night.

Eventually after a few playdates, you were finally ready to call the both of you best friends.

It wasn't much of a surprise to your parents that you didn't try to approach other kids as you were already content with Kian himself, and he took pride in that.

"See! Y/n doesn't need anyone else and so do I! We have each other, don't we?" Kian exclaimed, turning to look to you for confirmation. He beamed when you nodded.

The adults cooed, glad to see their kids getting along well and clinging to each other. "Awe, this is so cute! Smile!" Kian's father out his phone to snag a picture. Kian wasted no time to wrap his arms around you and smile, encouraging you to give a meeker one.

And then during middle school, Kian would always sit beside you during classes you had together. Claiming that having someone you know beside you helped with learning.

This was proven wrong when all you two did was whisper to each other about nonsense, paying no mind to the lesson.

And he'd always share his food with you, even if you didn't forget yours. "Well, mama says I'm a growing boy and need to eat. And since you're a boy you're growing too!"

You took the pieces of Kian's meal he placed into your lunchbox back to his, shaking your head. "I already have enough Kian, growing boys need their own food."

Kian pouted, and began to whine. "But both of our parents told me to take care of you at school! How am I supposed to do that if I don't at least try?" You whipped your head at him, embarassed at what your parents told him.

"They said what!?" Kian nodded at you, chewing. "Y'know because you're shy and can't talk to other people?"

A sigh left your lips. "What does that have anything to do with feeding me?" You shook your head. "Anyway stop it, I don't need to be fed like a baby!" You huffed, before angrily munching away.

Kian sat still for awhile, thinking. Before deciding to tease you. "Aww, why not? Little ol' Y/n only eating when he's fed properly?" He scooped up some of his lunch and went towards you.

"Here comes the airplane! Woooosh!" Kian snickered at your shocked face. "What!? That's even worse Kian!" Grabbing onto his arm to force it back, but Kian wanted to have fun.

"Oh I'm sorry, did you want the choochoo train?" He cackled, eventually placing the spoon back to let out his laughter.

Looking away to stop making it worse, you mumbled. "God that was embarassing..." but you were drowned out by your best friends's giggling. "It's fine Y/n, I don't mind!" He said.

"Well I do." You rolled your eyes at him. "Now eat your food if you wanna grow." Kian stiffled his laughter but eventually went back to eating.

And now you're in highschool, and puberty is making it the worse. People you knew in a small community became mean and targeted you for your shyness.

Well, it wasn't just them who changed. Kian did as well, and you think it's safe to say he's qualified to be your bodyguard.

Always walking you to your classes, fending you off from bullies, sending his harshest glare to those who even look at you wrong. He might be a little overkill but it did provide protection. Even if it did backfire on you.

"Who do you think you are? Using a guy like Kian to protect you? Do you pay him or something?" Being cornered by some other students was definitely not something you expected. Especially when you don't have a bad reputation.

"I don't think so, someone like him wouldn't have any money." One of them snickered. "Look, all we're asking is to leave him alone. It's sad enough he has to hang out with someone like you, jeez."

A girl sighed, "Oh poor Kian, star of the Basketball team having to deal with a loser nobody like you. It's pitifful."

Kian did grow a reputation. For being kind and charming, despite being a class clown he never really said anything degrading. And on top of that, he was athletic. Everything a teacher and a classmate could want.

Active participation, good sportsmanship, good grades, a great relationship among his peers and teachers? And what did you have? All you were was the kid that Kian stuck with, Kian's "friend".

Though none of this answered why they thought of you using Kian when you've been best friends since diapers.

"Aww look, he's too ashamed of himself to say anything. We caught you red handed didn't we?" One scoffed, stepping towards you and grabbing your collar. "Just scram."

And you did. Speedwalking then breaking into a run when you weren't in their sight anymore.

Then, the next day arrived. And as much as you didn't want to— you had to go to school. You already had everything planned out, talk to Kian about this and hopefully he can clear up whatever twisted misunderstanding this was.

But the heated stares you got from some students were enough for you to back out on your plan. Maybe they think I forced him to tell them I'm not bribing him. Ugh.

Nervous thoughts swarmed your head as you sat in your usual seat, and Kian beside you. "Hey Y/n! Wanna go eat out later?" He smiled, sitting down.

Though the prolonged silence confused him a little. Usually you'd nod at him or hum. "Y/n? Did you hear me?" His eyes met yours before you briefly look away. "Okay uhh, did I do... anything? Did something happen?" He suddenly got defensive.

Why is he ignoring me? Kian thought. Staring at you with hard focus. Well I know for a fact I haven't done anything out of line. Have I been to overbearing? Was I that obvious?

Kian hummed, lightly tapping his pencil against the desk. He's been careful for a long time now, managing to keep up the act of an affectionate friend. And it's not like you weren't used to it— cause apparently he's been like this ever since kindergarten, said by both of your parents. So what could be making you act like this?

Honestly, he was a little hurt. You were always such a sweetheart with him. He enjoyed playing the role of a dumb friend who you had to look out for and worry about. And Kian wasn't taking you getting "tired" of him as a reason.

Now you felt bad for ignoring him like this, but you panicked. You were unsure of how to deal with the situation. And now Kian's getting hurt because of it. Maybe I really am an asshole.

It was kind of obvious that something was going on, you had such a somber expression on your face it made Kian frown. The last thing he would want is you getting hurt.

He sighed. Deciding to talk to you about it after school. He wasn't really fond of the idea that you were falling out with him, after everything he's done for you? No way in hell.

Eventually school neared it's end and you tried your best to get out as soon as possible. To avoid Kian and both those guys who cornered you the other day.

With quickened steps and bated breath, you walked out of school as soon as the last bell rung. Kian would surely be swarmed by his teammates— allowing you time to escape.

Oh god, why am I even doing this? Your mind overflowed with anxious thoughts. What if the bullies caught you? What if Kian caught you? The look on his face would be a nightmare.

He'd probably laugh at you for being such a coward, running away from your problems.

Suddenly— an arm reached out to you once you passed by the same street on the way home. Heart beating at the speed of light before realizing it was just Kian.

Oh. It was Kian.

Quickly tensing once you made eye contact, and in a panicked state a bunch of incoherent words left your mouth.

"Kian! I... forgot we always walk this way home." Awkward chuckles filled the air. It made you uncomfortable how you could feel the sweat sliding from your temple.

"Y/n. I was looking for you! Or- waiting for you actually."

He stepped back to give you space. "You worried me man, I thought I did something! I didn't, did I?" He whispered at the end.

For some reason you were relieved to see he wasn't mad at you. I mean, Kian? The Kian who would take care of you when sick? No way.

"Uhm... hi." You whispered after atleast a minute. Kian's face softened. "Hi," he cooed. You were wrapped in a warm embrace once he spoke again. "Hi Love."

Kian wanted nothing more than to smother you in hugs once you were in the alleyway. But he didn't want to overwhelm you.

He missed your voice so much that when he said hi he couldn't help but hug you. Though he was able to restrain himself from squeezing you to death.

Shortly after that, Kian confronted you about why you were ignoring him. Obviously he found out why and let's just say they were dealt with.

Overtime Kian grew paranoid that people would hurt you when he isn't there so... his overprotectiveness kind of grew.

Always sitting beside you, having an arm wrapped around your shoulder, he even got his classes chanbed just for you!

And well... he started to make good use of your personality. Aww, too shy to speak? Don't worry, Kian will order for you!

You didn't mind when he would talk for you, if anything you were grateful. Minus the times he took the opportunity to put words in your mouth.

It's all good fun though! Kian doesn't mean any harm to tease you. (Even if it's on purpose just so he could make it up afterwards)

Give it a few more months and maybe he'll take it to the next level.

ʚ ﹒ ﹕ ̟乀 all works belong to @worukin, do not repost on anywhere else with or without credit, do not plagiarise. ty!

[bitethedevil]

So I just read chapter 15 and chapter 16 of "Living with The Devil You Know" and now this idea won't leave my head (I might end up sending it to a few other people as well because your fic made me borderline rabid for this idea 🫠):

Raphael x Tav where Raphael starts to target more of the types of people Tav hates and Tav helps him reinvigorate his torture methods/techniques/ideas (heck, maybe that is why Raphael started targeting those types of people Tav despises because Tav would offer a few suggestions he hadn't considered and he finds himself enjoying the collaborations, even if he doesn't want to admit it—it's like them getting to share a hobby but it's, you know, a HELL hobby and all that would imply).

Aaa thank you for this prompt <3 This one is with a different Tav than that Tav. I changed it a bit so it's Raphael teaching her how to do it. It became a bit silly and a bit horny. When the torture dungeon doubles as a sex dungeon (There's no actual smut, just implied smut)

Warning: Slight NSFW, Torture, Blood

Knives and Blood

“No, no, no,” Raphael said with a disapproving tone and a sigh behind her. “You are rushing. Do not let him distract you and angle your knife better.”

“I know how to use a knife!” Tav said and looked at him over her shoulder.

The poor victim who she had a knife in screamed as she nicked an artery because of her getting distracted. She felt the spurt of blood on the side of her face. She turned and sputtered out the drops of blood she got in her mouth. She quickly put her hand over the injury like she was fixing a leak in a bucket.

“Now you have to do it again because you did not want to listen to me, little mouse,” Raphael said with a smile. “Give him another potion. We will start over, and you will listen this time.”

Tav groaned in irritation. She got another healing potion from the table beside the prisoner. When the prisoner tearfully refused to open his mouth, she poured it over him instead. It did the trick and he stopped bleeding.

“I know what I’m doing, you know,” she said with a pointed tone and look to Raphael before turning back to the prisoner and making a slow cut into his skin.

The prisoner whined and yelped. Most of the fight had been tortured out of him since they’ve been at it for hours.

“Do you, now?” Raphael asked. “Your prisoner is nearly about to fall asleep. He should not be able to disassociate from the pain if you were doing it correctly.”

The prisoner whined louder in anticipation of more pain.

“I am literally just doing what you told me to,” she bickered back.

“You are all but filleting him,” Raphael said. “If you are attempting to peel the skin, you need to angle your knife.”

“You need to angle your knife,” she mocked him quietly in a childish fashion.

She angled her knife. The prisoner screamed loudly and began squirming against his restraints as she peeled a piece of skin from him.

“Much better,” Raphael praised her over the scream. “Though still rather sloppy.”

“Sloppy?!” she protested and pointed her knife at the skin she had peeled off. “This is perfect!”

“The skin you’ve peeled off is unevenly cut,” Raphael said. “You can do better.”

“It—” she was interrupted by how loudly the prisoner was screaming. It was terribly distracting. “My gods, could you not?”

She stuffed a rag into the prisoners mouth to quiet him.

“It hardly matters if it’s uneven,” she continued. “The goal isn’t to make him into a carpet. It’s to cause him pain.”

“Tsk, tsk.” Raphael got up from his chair behind her. He took off his doublet and rolled up the sleeves of the white shirt he was wearing underneath. “It’s an artform, my dear. You will come to appreciate it when you learn how to do it correctly.”

Raphael walked over to her and held out his hand. She handed him the knife. Raphael made a cut in the middle of the prisoners chest and sliced carefully outward while taking his time with it. Tav watched the way his hand held the knife so elegantly and the way he applied pressure to the blade. He had very dexterous hands, she thought, not for the first time.

“Look here,” Raphael said and showed her the peeled skin. “Even.”

She looked at the peeled flap of skin and how the muscle was perfectly exposed underneath. She looked up and noticed that the prisoner had passed out from the pain. Raphael handed her the knife back and stood behind her. He placed his chin on her head and his arm wrapped around her to help her hold the knife correctly. He gently rearranged her fingers along the hilt and blade so she would have more control.

“Since you ‘know what you are doing’,” Raphael said. “I will give you a more challenging task. You will need to keep your hands steady, or your prisoner will die from blood loss rather quickly.”

Raphael still held her hand in a loose grip as he led her knife to the top of the prisoners throat.

“Careful,” he purred into her ear and touched her own throat with his free hand. “The skin is thinner and more fragile here.” He ran a claw lightly down the top of her throat. “Don’t apply too much pressure.”

She applied the lightest pressure she could while letting the knife do most of the work for her. Raphael’s hand around hers helped her angle the knife correctly as she began slicing the thin skin off the prisoners throat.

“Very good, my dear,” he purred in her ear and his other hand began ever so lightly caressing her throat. “You know how much I like it when you listen to me.”

He knew perfectly well what his praise did to her. Her knife slipped and she cut an artery. Raphael chuckled and stepped back before the blood could hit him too.

“You are all too easy to distract,” he said with a self-satisfied smile and stepped away from her to seat himself in the chair behind her again. “Let the poor fool die.”

She huffed at him. She picked up a rag from the table beside the now dying prisoner and soaked it in water before wringing it. There was blood on her face, her hands, her chest, her hair, everything.

“Now I’m soaked in blood, because you distracted me,” she said.

“Yes, you are quite a messy little thing when you work,” Raphael said with a smile and held out a hand to her. “Come.”

She walked over to him. He took the wet rag from her first and then he took her hand to pull her to his lap, so that she was straddling him. He carefully cleaned her face. He watched her all the while, with a hungry gaze and a smile.

He moved the rag down her neck and chest, while his eyes followed it’s trail. When he came to the top of her chest, he put the rag to the side to take her shirt off. She had been wearing one of his shirts and it was drenched in blood too. He discarded it and ran the cool rag over her chest and breasts. His thumb brushed lightly over each of her nipples before handing her the rag.

He put the rag into her bloodied hands so she clean those off herself. She looked him up and down while she cleaned her hands. These sessions always put him in a good mood. A very good mood, judging by how hard he was underneath her and the way he was watching her every move. One of his hands was caressing her hip while she finished up.

When she was done cleaning herself off, he lifted her off his lap. He slipped a finger under the waistband of her pants and tugged on it. She got the hint and began untying her pants. He walked past her to where the prisoner was hanging dead on the cross that he had been tortured on.

Raphael unlocked the shackles that had restrained the prisoner to it and let the corpse fall to the ground. He kicked it away with his foot and turned to look at her. He tapped his claws on the middle of the cross before beckoning her closer with a finger.

“Come here,” he said with a wicked smile and held out a hand to her. “My turn.”

[banlaineslawyer]

Meeting the new family member (Renkogu Kyojuro x F!Reader)

It was a bright sunny summer day, there was no danger happening today, only happiness. This is a very rare occurrence especially for the Hashira of the Demon Slayer Corps, as their job is to kill demons. But, today they are over the moon(some more than others) because, they are finally meeting the new member of the Rengoku family.

A few mornings ago, you gave birth to your daughter. Rengoku Ruka. It was a very painful birth but, you got through it thanks to the help of your loving husband, Kyojuro. He was there for you during your pregnancy, from start to finish. He was even there for the good and bad times. Of course from time to time he had to leave for missions, but he always promised you he will make it back in one piece and he did. He was so happy to finally meet your daughter, once she was born she got all of his attention and he wouldn’t let her out of his sight. All he did was talk to her and tell her how great of a mother she had.

You two had both agreed that the Hashira would meet your daughter a few days after she was born. Just so you guys can have some alone time and bond with your newborn.

It’s now been a few days since Ruka was born and it’s time for the Hashira to meet her. You and Kyojuro were just laying down when they heard a knock on their room door. Kyojuro stood up and opened the door, he was greeted by the Love Hashira. Mitsuri was right in front of the door, she was bouncing up and down due to her excitement about meeting the new Rengoku. She pushed poor Kyojuro just to get in the room.

“Hi Y/N, Hi Kyojuro! Where’s the new member of the family?” Mitsuri asked. “Hi Mitsuri! She’s laying down in her crib, I’ll go get her” you replied, getting ready to stand to go grab Ruka, but Kyojuro stopped you. “No, I’ll get her. Please lay down My Flame, you need to rest.” Kyojuro replied. You didn’t say anything, only nodded. Kyojuro handed the baby to Mitsuri, Mitsuri started to tear up a bit. She was so happy for the both of you. Once Ruka was handed to Mitsuri, she started to move a bit but, once Mitsuri started to talk to her. She calmed down as soon as she recognized the voice. “Aaa she’s so cute!!!” Mitsuri said.

“ I want to meet her too you know!” exclaimed Tengen, barging into the room. “I just know she’s going to be flashy already.” said the God of Festivals, looking over Mitsuri shoulder. “You see! I’m already right.” Tengen turned around and greeted you and Kyojuro, he also congratulated you guys on having the most flashiest baby ever(besides the ones he’ll have in the future). Tengen and Kyojuro started to talk and catch up on some things. Eventually, Mitsuri handed Tengen the baby. (He was obsessed with her). After that, you and Mitsuri started to catch up.

Then Sanemi walked in, he didn’t say much. But, he did say that Ruka was cute. After a while, Shinobu and Giyu walked in. Shinobu kept saying that she was only there to check up on you and Ruka. She even asked how you guys were doing (“Y/N are you feeling well?” “Do you need help with anything?” “If you do, just asking me!”). Yet, everyone in the room knew she was there to fully meet the new member of the Rengoku family. Giyu just smiled and congratulated you and Kyojuro. He swore he would protect Ruka with his life. He even held her for a bit. Lastly, Muichiro walked in(since Gyomei and Obanai were on a mission). He was a bit confused on what’s happening. He also kept asking how are babies made(no one told him). You handed Ruka over to him and he smiled. Sadly he kept forgetting her name. Though, he did say in the future he would be happy to train with her.

Once all the Hashira left, you and Kyojuro were cuddling. He kept saying that you created the most wonderful baby in the universe. You smiled at him. You lifted your head off his chest and said “I’m so glad the Hashira loved Ruka. I just know they will spoil her” “Me too! It went way better than I expected to be honest” Kyojuro said laughing. And then Ruka started to cry.

Hi! Thank you for reading my first post. I’m sorry if this is bad, I haven’t written in a while. But if this goes well I may make 2 other parts. One of Y/N giving birth+ Senjuro meeting Ruka. And another part with the Trio+Nezuko meeting her.

[instexcamera]

omg hiiiiii

how are youuuuu

can i request a piece with a soft dom mayoi and almost a ‘bratty’ sub reader who’s afab with gn pronouns? :0

also i have a thing for his hands and his teeth so… hehe. and maybe subtle corruption kink?

Mayoi, my favorite to write

SoftDom!Mayoi x Sub!Reader

Warnings: Marking/biting, brat reader, corruption kink, fingering

Authors Note: aaa I hope you like it! I had a lot of fun writing this one tbh, I really love Mayoi he's so jehe

18+ under cut

Having Mayoi dote on you sometimes became a little too much. He would follow you around, either in sight or in the ceiling and walls. He would leave you notes in areas you'd easily find them, either recommending a new way to do something or praising your work. Mayoi was also big on gift giving, leaving them at your office when you left for a moment, they were all something homemade too. A diorama or some sweets he'd made, you always appreciated them, they looked as if they took time.

You didn't know why he had taken this strange affinity towards you. Maybe it's because you produce for his group, other than that you see no reason on why he would. Not that you were complaining about his attention of course, it was nice to have one of the cute idols show attraction to you. You also knew Mayoi had a tendency to do strange activities like this, from what you've seen, him doing this means he wishes to protect you in his own little way. Shinobu Shingoku, Mayoi's cheiftian, got the same amount of attention from what you had heard, however he didn't leave him personal handwritten notes like yours.

However, you hadn't expected his attraction for you to actually be something genuine. So when he had managed to stutter out a confession, when you were working you accepted after a minute of shocked silence.

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A few months later when you working with Mayoi, you found yourself staring at his face. Or more accurately his lips and thinking about his teeth. Mayoi's teeth were sharp, longer than average and pointed at the ends, like a sharks. You had heard many people point them out, saying there abnormal, unusual, or weird. Mayoi would always shrink back when he heard those comments, walking the other way to get to a secret passage or vent he could use to walk in instead. You didn't think his teeth were weird, you found them quite interesting, cute even, Mayoi's smiles were always cute when he allowed them. You were wondering what they feel like biting into you, on your neck, chest, thighs, anywhere he could mark. Everyone would be able to tell who did it too, his teeth are so different it wouldn't be hard.

"Um, my love? Are you ok? Am I upsetting you by being here? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can leave!" The phantom's eyes dart every which way, looking for a way to hurriedly escape if you did want him to leave. "No, Mayoi you're fine, I was just, ah, thinking of your teeth. And uh, how I want you to bite me." He looks startled, not many people compliment his teeth, he slowly walks from where he is closer to you, sitting on the bed beside you. His close proximity to you is almost too much, you hadn't expected him to move. "My teeth? But there so weird and unusual, something no pure being like yourself should want to be bitten by fufufu."

You could feel your skin starting to grow hot, Mayoi wasn't usually this bold, normally when you complimented him, he started denying it. Feeling the bed dip in as he slide closer, you looked away, not able to look him in the eyes. Where was this bold Mayoi coming from? Not that it was terrible, it was a welcome change, just unusual. Feeling a trembling hand come up and move your face towards him, forcing you to stare right into his eyes. You could tell he was still anxious even if he acted like he wasn't, the lust in his eyes doing nothing to hide the small tremors of fear that lay beneath.

Yet his lips still meet yours, there cracked and dry, not very soft but kissing him was always pleasant. The kiss ends abruptly, you wanted to protest but didn't want to seem too needy, the idea of teasing him was a thought in the back your mind, not that you had before. But you hadn't teased him with anything sexual yet, maybe today would change that. You focus back on Mayoi, a studying expression on his face, as if he expected you to whine out at the loss of the kiss. You weren't going to give him that satisfaction now since the thought of teasing him came to mind.

To your surpise his hands quickly grab you around the waist, man handling you to turn you around, pulling you closer to him. The phantom was just full of surprises today, his sudden boldness making you wetter than you'd like. It's the first time you and him had gotten this far, he would always start rapidly apologizing to you at this point any other time. Today would actually be the first time you and him did something sexual unless he stopped, the prospect causing your thighs to rub together.

That didn't go unnoticed by Mayoi, a hand moved from your waist down towards the waistband of your pants. Pulling the band back and letting it snap back on your skin, the feeling causing you to shift a little. "My angel, are you enjoying this? The expression you have on seems to indicate so, do you like having an unclean being like me touch you like this?" A gasp catches in your throat, if you weren't wet already you were now. But you wouldn't let him get away with teasing you like this. "No, you'll have to try harder than this, it's barely anything."

Mayoi only hums in response, his other hand sliding up your body until it reaches your neck. Pulling it to the side gently so he could have better access to your neck, his warm breath closer than before. The hand on your waistband runs up your body, slowly stopping to trace over your right nipple through your shirt. Once he feels you flinch at the sensation he starts nipping at your neck, using his hand on your nipple to start pinching at it, trying to get it to harden.

Having never done anything like this before you're incredibly sensitive, having to hold back whimpers. Mayoi stops focusing on your neck for a moment, wanting to see if he could get you to admit you liked it. "That felt good didn't it? I felt your body twitch." Shaking your head, a small "no" leaving your lips, god, you were failing miserably at trying to tease him, the new sensations he's giving you, causing you to go weak. "No? Then open up love."

His hand gives one final squeeze to your hard nipple before continuing up, his index and middle finger pushing against your lips. You comply much to his amusement, his head rests on your shoulder, watching himself as he slides his fingers into your mouth. You when always thought Mayoi's hands were pretty, they were long and slender and he was good with them, working on exquisite dioramas. You wondered if you'd finally get to learn just how good he could use them today.

His voice right beside your ear made you jump "Go on now, suck them, get them all nice and wet, you'll need too fufufu." You didn't comply, letting your jaw stay slack around them. You hear Mayoi let out a sigh, as he starts to press his fingers down on your tongue, causing you to gag. He immediately stops, and instead tries to gather as much spit that was in your mouth as he can on his fingers. A few moments pass, the feeling of him fucking his fingers into your mouth causing your jaw to hurt some.

A small hum of approval leaves him when he deems his fingers wet enough as he slides them out of your mouth, back down your chest towards your pants. "This is your first time doing something like this right? Oh how disgusting your first time experiencing this is with someone as lowly as me!" His hand slips under your pants the same moment he bites, hard, into your neck.

The feeling of his sharp teeth digging into your skin, conbined with the way he was slowly pushing in a finger causing a moan to rip out of you. You could feel Mayoi grin into your neck, no doubt overjoyed he finally got the reaction he wanted out of you. So long for how you wanted to tease him when on your first time you can't even manage it, falling victim to his touches. Mayoi let's go, kissing along your neck, biting into the spots you shiver at when he kisses over them. His finger trying to slowly work it's way into your tight hole. The feeling is a lot for your first time even if he was just using a single finger.

He crooks his finger up as his kisses trail across your neck to your back, biting into the skin there. Your noises rise in volume, not going unnoticed by Mayoi, "Do you like it now? You certainly seem like you are, the way your body just melts into my touch." Shaking your head no again, fearing whimpers and whines would fall out your mouth instead of words if you opened it.

"Really? Guess I'll just have to try harder then." The phantom slides his other finger in, meeting his other as he crooks them up, making a beckoning gesture inside you. His thumb reaches to press on your nub. The pleasure causing your back to arch deliciously and he takes the chance to go back to marking up your neck.

It doesn't take long for your orgasm to hit you, this being your first time making you all the more sensitive. Your eyes roll back as your hips jolt forward riding Mayoi's fingers. When you come down from your high, Mayoi's stopped nipping at your neck as he slides his fingers out of you. He brings his fingers covered in your juices up to his mouth as he licks them clean, a small nod of approval as he finishes.

"You have to admit you liked that, your body had the cutest reactions! And you don't have to worry about me, I already, um, finished." Your body is still somewhat shaky but you're able to speak out, "Yea, I enjoyed it, thank you Mayoi."

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The next day, as you stand in front of the mirror looking over your body, only your neck and back were marked up. The most noticeable parts too, they were hard to cover up. Yet you couldn't deny the small temor of delight at the fact anyone could see the marks and know that Mayoi left them there on you. After all, his teeth marks were easy to identify.

[nyaniikat]

Hot fucking day

Male reader

Fem aligned DNI

Masterlist

I may make a part 2 aaa

This took so long because my brain is fried from studies

•---------•

The heat from the sun was really getting to the both of you. Katsuki kept walking around wiping the pools amount of sweat coming from his body. His body being sweaty was hot to you but good god you really wanted to kill the sun today. The AC was broken so you were both waiting for the repairman to come by to fix it.

"NGAAAAHH IM GONNA GO PATROL"

"Eh? But isn't it your day off today?"

"I KNOW BUT I CAN'T FUCKING SIT STILL WITH THE DAMN SUN BEING A PIECE OF SHIT"

"Alright alright I'm coming with you though just in case you explode in some random person's face."

-

Katsuki- or well Dynamite was blasting away in the sky, you on the other hand, following him on the ground keeping an eye out for any suspicious fellows. Turns out it was a good idea for the both of you to go out for patrol, apparently, there have been some villains running and there weren't any nearby heroes around the area.

You put your hand up to your earpiece

"Dynamite! I've spotted two of the five villains from the robbery! They're heading inside a van possibly with the rest of the goods, other people might be in there so be careful!"

"Got that, you move out any civilians that are going to get in my way."

You suddenly see Dynamite zoom past you going after the van whilst you, on the other hand, moved all the nearby civilians out of the way in case the villains decide to take any as hostages. You really didn't feel like negotiating over people today but thankfully you had Dynamite on your side so the job should be done nice and quick. You watched from a distance seeing him blast the hell out of the villains, a few police cars pull up and Dynamite's sidekicks came by looking panicked

" h/n! (hero name) we are incredibly sorry for being late! we were not aware that the two of you would be out today."

"Ah no worries, your boss there just wanted to patrol since he couldn't sit still due to the heat. I'm just here to monitor him so he doesn't go nuts by himself. Go and deal with the police on our behalf please~ I need to go check on Dynamite"

"Yes sir!"

You get a text message from the repair man that they fixed the AC. Jogging over to where your lovely hot head is, you waved at him making him notice you so he started walking towards you with a shit-eating grin on his face.

"Those little shits thought they could try to hit me!"

"Mhm"

"COME WE'RE GONNA GO FIND MORE GUYS TO KILL"

And before Dynamite could run off you pulled him by the back of his mask to stop him from going somewhere.

"THE FUCK LET ME GO??"

"Nu-uh mister a few beat ups is good enough for today, besides we're supposed to be on break and I do not want to be fighting Villains unless it's an emergency. Plus our AC just got fixed and I overheard the sidekicks say that a certain squad is going to come soon to assist."

"OH FUCKKK NO I DO NOT-"

"DY~NA~MITEEE~"

The both of you turned and saw Pinky skipping towards you two with the gang, before they could even get to the both of you Dynamite pulled you by the back of your shirt and started to run away in result pissing you off as you weren't a big fan being dragged.

-

Sitting on his knees and head lowered

"I'm sorry for dragging you.."

"And??"

"I'm also not sorry for saying hi to our friends"

"Please text them a sorry, it's rude to just leave like that"

A 'tch' was heard as Katsuki looked up at you, of course, you were weak for this man. I mean he is your husband after all you can't exactly get mad at him properly unless you really need to.

"Come, let's go take a shower and change into something comfortable"

Katsuki excitedly stood up with a stupid smile on his face, feeling relief that you weren't too angry at him. Grabbing your hand you both head to the showers to cool off and get all the sweat off.

-

Cuddled up on the couch, with Katsuki's beefy ass arm around you. You were giving kisses on Katsukis's neck as he played with your hair. Small moans left his lips as you softly nibbled on his neck, wanting to hear more of him you bit down hearing him moan louder. He looked down at you with a flustered look on his face.

"C-can you take care of me in the bedroom?"

"Ehhh~ why do that when the couch is a perfect place to fuck you good?"

He couldn't deny how much that turned him on, he wanted more and more. So he caved in and let you take control of him, just like how you took control of him every time he asks for you to take care of him.

•---------•

[chris-continues]

Okiiii

Only one bed in the booked hotel room trope? 👀 (not nsfw obv) I read something similar to this but it was Vash so maybe a Nai version?

Star wars convention with Vash? (If u do dis one and if u need any help feel free to ask me anything cuz im a huge star wars nerd)

Vampire Vash and/or Nai?

CARNIVAL!!!! I wonder if the brothers would compete to see who can win the most prizes, also watching the fireworks on the ferris wheel would b cute

Beach episode? 👀👀

Sorry if it's alot-

(I love your au's so much oml, you write all the characters beautifully ♡)

AAA TYSM I REALLY APPRECIATE THAT imma screenshot this message/ask and use it a few times probably but the one that caught my eye most is vampire au PLS SEND SO MANY ASKS ABT VAMP AU I need to write more stuff on it

Ngl I’m most willing to write suggestive stuff for vampire au bc bro… 0///0

Lonely nights lead to delectable frights <3

In which two vampires with extreme charm have you wrapped around your finger (when in reality it’s them wrapped around your finger). (To be added on to, I wanted to expand on this more later lol)

WARNINGS/TAGS: mentions of depression/loneliness (reader runs into the woods to be alone but also craving companionship), gender neutral reader

Vampire Vash and Vampire Knives meeting reader! I’ll add onto this in separate pieces but I haven’t set a definitive timeline yet!! So any drabbles written may deviate from the last piece

I was debating on writing this in Victorian era type beat or modern au (because I’ve written vampire Nai modern au) but I asked my fav vamp lover @coffinbeananteiku and her word is final 🫡 (I needed to ask someone to decide for me I’m very indecisive sometimes)

Tags: @lune010 @vashfantasy

The dusk of a new night greets you as you run. Far, far away. You had nowhere to go, your feet leading you wherever the wind took you. Nothing truly important lay back in town, perhaps a few less than noteworthy friends in society who’d given an artificial smile and obligatory wave.

Nothing to go back to.

So of course you’d been an idiot to run into the woods. You have one horrible day, and rather than wallowing at home like usual you make the horrid decision to run when others keep berating you for it, fine attire catching on brambles you’d almost tripped over as the haphazard movements of yours fell to a halt. How far had you run? How far did your stress carry you?

Alone. Just as you wished and terrified. Only the moss at your feet and rather barren branches accompanied you, horrors of the night awaiting your person.

Wonderful. Wonderful.

You breathed in shakily, only to exhale into a sob. God, you were tired, so so very tired.

You eventually lifted your head to observe your surroundings. Eerie; yet a welcome sight compared to the bustling cobblestone streets of town, quiet, perhaps too quiet. The wind whistles past your ears in its reverie, encompassing you fully into the charm of the night.

This could be good, you attempt to reassure yourself. That thought is fleeting as you attempt to appreciate the short lived tranquility and struggle to backtrack. It’s futile.

You have no way back. So what must you do? Trudge forward. The next town could be for miles, you have no money and certainly no mode of transportation besides your already exhausted two feet.

You trek forward.

Not long after, your loneliness returns. The peaceful night soon digs into your heels once again, dragging your already worried mind into further disquietude. Your arms wrap around yourself in poor manner to shield yourself from the further night’s chill, vision hazy from the little light and paranoia suffocating you.

But nevertheless, you persist. You were stubborn in that way, never knowing quite when to stop despite the fear you’d be too much. Even now, when you’d done too much, by leaving town entirely to the welcoming yet terrifying arms of the woods did you remain stubborn. In a will to survive? In the pursuit of curiosity? The need for more? To deserve more?

You’d never quite place it, you’re sure. Perhaps all of the above.

Such thoughts plague you as you unknowingly stare down at your feet, eventually reaching a cobblestone pathway.

Your neck snaps up to see- ruins? No, it’s far too neatly kept for that. A castle, complete with gates and stone pathways; warm torches lit at the sides if you squinted from the faraway grounds of the gates. Cool moonlight acted as your light as you traversed forward, feet picking up. Perhaps you could try to see if it was abandoned, fashion yourself a place for the night! Hopefully no dangers resided here, in such a domestic place. Well, perhaps it wasn’t the most welcoming of homes but it certainly was a new sight amongst what surrounded you. Ah, yes, dead trees, dead trees, and.. woah! More dead trees!

..so, quite the refreshing sight.

The pats of your feet are the only noise you truly process, the gates creaking with movement as you walk closer to the manor.

Large metal rings the size of your head hung heavily at the double doors. Should you knock? They appeared to be in usable condition.. so you supposed, lifting one knocker with your dominant hand.

A heavy boom resounded as you dropped it. You’d never really used one- just accustomed to the usual rapping of knuckles on doors, or a verbal call whilst entering a room.

“You appear unfamiliar.” A voice suddenly husks behind you, making you nearly jump out of your skin.

You whipped around quickly, “Holy shit!-“ for someone in the Victorian era, your modern slang (profanity) was rather proficient. Standing before you was someone cold and cunning, towering over you intensely. His presence demanded attention, the need to stand straight and not let him out of your sight in fear of what he could do.

The wind whistled in your ears once more. Like a taunt that it could run far away from here, unlike you. His domineering white- no, almost white, pale blue eyes stared down at you. He seemed inhuman.

Your mind seemed scrambled in a feeble attempt to explain yourself, “Sorry I uh, was walking and needed someplace to stay for the night..”

His eyebrow arches in amusement. “So you decided to reside here?”

The crunching of leaves is what alerts you to a new presence behind the.. man who’d confronted you, wisps of blonde hair peeking from over his shoulder until he stood next to him. “Aw, that’s no way to treat a visitor!” He gave a sweet, yet strangely tight lipped smile. “I’m Vash, this is Nai. It’s wonderful to meet you.” A partially gloved hand adorned in lace outstretches towards yours in a pleasant handshake, small tears in the fabric from overuse. It’s a paradoxical feeling of ‘rough lace’, yet it suits him rather well.

You hesitantly greet yourself, voice meek with unfamiliarity and worry. An introduction slips past your lips albeit shaky voice, he remains ever so friendly and opens the door for you, the.. Nai guy taking care to briskly zoom past and ignore your very presence.

How kind. He’s taken a liking to you.

Vash merely brushes it off as usual banter, perhaps it’s nothing personal, you assume. He seemed unbothered overall and didn’t really acknowledge anything, that much you could observe just from his behaviors so far.

It’s not of importance, not in your mind at least. What truly caught your attention? The ornate structures in the main hall- carvings of angels in rich marble and stone, hell, even the floors had carvings!

Out of curiosity you dipped your toe into the slight crevices in the ground, feeling the divots of some.. geometric swirls and markings that decorated the beauty of the castle.

“Hey, you coming?” Vash peeked over his shoulder towards you- you’d lost yourself in the beauty of the room. He gave a knowing smile at your wonderment, entrancing chuckle reverberating throughout the tall ceilings. “I was the same way when I first came here, it’s definitely a sight to take in!” He jolts his head to beckon you forward,

“You can stay the night. If you wish.”

What other choice did you really have?

[reanbowful]

Hiyoo^^ I’ve been reading your stuff and let me tell you I.am.in.love.

Can I request the union boys and maybe gray and the boys with a s/o that’s really good at fighting. Kinda like Mikey or Senju from Tokyo revengers.

~Thank you🌸

Hi anon!! AAA THANK YOU SO MUCHH! And yes plss baddie reader 😘

Also, whoever you are, I hope you’re not a Jimmy stan because I really dk how to write for him 😭

“hot blooded youth”

if you can fight well

*harsh languages, implications of SA in Ben’s part (not towards the reader)

(jake, gerard, donald, gray, wolf, ben)

jake ji / ji hakho

Jake was walking to class, heading up the stairs when he heard some faint yelling under the alleyway.

He scrunched his eyebrows, leaning forward to see two girls seemingly arguing down there. One of the girls have bandages all over her face. The other one, the shorter one, sports a casted arm.

“Subin-ah.. I’m sorry. I told you I was sorry, didn’t I?”

“Huh.. n-no. I’m sorry too..”

“THEN WHY ARE YOU AVOIDING ME?!”

The short girl winced at the loud voice, backing herself away into the corner.

“W-what? But, you were kicked out of school.. and y/n-“

“Oh yeah. Y/N. You know what, call that bitch. Actually, GO SCREAM HER NAME! SEE IF SHE’S GONNA COME SAVE YOU THIS TIME AROUND!”

Jake is now on high alert. His hand is already unclasping the windowsill.

He was about to jump down when he saw your figure rounding up the corner.

With one hard pull on the collar, the taller girl fell backwards. Losing her sense of balance.

“You fucking scum. I told you I’ll kill you if you ever go near her again, didn’t I?”

The girl struggled to get up, stumbling around when she does. Seemingly akin to that of a drunk person.

“Why.. WHY ARE YOU DEFENDING THAT BITCH?! I WAS YOUR FRIEND FIRST!!!”

Picking up a stray broken piece of glass, the girl charged at you.

This was the moment Jake decided to jump down.

What he didn’t expect was you evading that swing, twisting her arm as you go, and kicking her to the ground. You picked that piece of broken glass up.

“You- Did you seriously even try to think up that question just now? Why? Because unlike you, Subin is not a goddamn psychopathic narco.”

You threw the piece of glass away from her reach, heading towards your shaking friend.

“You good?”

“Ah? Oh. Yes, I’m fine. Thanks, y/n.”

Jake stared at you, in complete awe at what he just saw.

When you left with your friend, he would approach the booze smelling girl and ask.

“Yo. So, you know y/n? Can I have her number?”

gerard jin / jin gayool

Gerard has been noticing you for a few weeks now.

You worked at the karaoke room down the street.

You were Teddy’s middle school friend. Well, not really friend. But you used to go to Seong-Il.

Teddy offered to give him your contact, but he refused. Wanting to introduce himself to you face to face. (old fashioned cutie)

So when he finished his shift early, he thought it was the perfect opportunity.

He bought some drinks, one of each kind since he doesn’t know which one you’d prefer.

While he was walking towards your work place, Gerard noticed a couple of girls, maybe around 4 of them rushing in front of him.

“You sure this is where the bitch works?”

“Yeah, I’m sure of it.”

“Okay, we’ll teach that bitch a lesson alright.”

Gerard’s eyes, taken aback. Why are girls so scary these days?

He continued to walk until he reached the front of the karaoke room. Deciding to wait outside as to not disturb your shift.

“You bitch. You think you can talk shit about my friend and expect us not to come for you?”

Hearing a ruckus in the small alleyway beside the shop, Gerard sneaked to peek in.

It was those girls from before. All 4 of them surrounding you, who seemed to be taking out the trash.

“Tch. What the hell..? Are you seriously this pathetic?”

Oh, that seemed to anger her.

“You..! Shut your damn mouth when I’m talking to you!”

Taking a full swing, the girl threw a hard punch to your left jaw.

Gerard stared in shock. He wanted to intervene. But he really didn’t want to fight a bunch of girls.

You grimaced, spitting out the blood that rushed in your mouth from the impact.

Gerard watched as you glared at the girl, looking extremely pissed.

“That hurts, asshole.”

Taking a full fist of hair, you brought the girl down to your knee. Breaking her nose. When she rose up, you throw a punch at her. It was hard enough to hear a deafening crack from the impact.

“Take another step, I’ll give you worse than what she’s having.”

The rest of the girls shivered, dragging their unconscious friend and ran as fast as they could away from there.

Gerard stared in disbelief at the scene. What the heck just happened? He jumped when you called onto him.

“Hey. You here to fight me too?”

“Um.. I bought some drinks?”

You tilt your head, making him gulp.

Wah.. girls really are so scary these days.

donald na / na baekjin

Unlike the rest of the boys on this list, Donald knows that you can fight. At least to an extent.

He knows that you can take care of yourself if something happens, so he doesn’t really worry about you too much.

You’re a de facto Union member. So you often take commissions from Donald for matters that the Union executives can’t reach.

Today, this is the commission.

“I can’t believe it.. y/n, 18 years old, professional babysitter.”

:’)

He made you escort a CEO’s son for the entire day. The man was an important asset for Donald currently, and he needed a babysitter in urgent.

His first thought went to Jake, since, well it’s the most logical choice. But he’s currently out of town visiting his grandparents. He can’t possibly ask Forrest or Jimmy. Or god forbids, Wolf. On a kid sitting job.

So, he asked you.

Plus, the kid seems to like you. So, there should be no issue on that.

“Noona, do you know those guys over there? They keep staring at us and following us for a while now.”

Alerted, you turned your head to where the kid pointed. There was indeed like at least 8 guys in total, some of them leaning by a lamppost, some are in front of convenience stores, and some are blatantly following the two of you.

“It’s okay, just keep walking-”

You suddenly felt a sharp blade pressed against your back.

“Follow us, if you know what’s best for that kid.”

You held the kid’s hand tight in yours. Fuck. This is gonna get messy.

At his office, Donald was still compiling a few contracts for Daehyeon when his phone rang suddenly.

“Yes, y/n?”

Except when he heard the reply on the other end, it wasn’t you. Instead, was heard the cry and wailing of a boy.

“A-ahjussi!! It’s me. I- We-“

Donald was panicking now. What the hell happened? He threw his jacket on, making sure to make his voice as calm as possible.

“Calm down, kid. Take a deep breath. What happened?”

“We were-“

He heard the boy take in a sharp breath, trying hard to calm himself.

“We’re at X road, in the alleyway next to the clothing store by the crossroad. We were attacked, ahjussi..! Right now, noona is- Eh? Noona!”

“Ahjussi, she wants to talk to you.”

Taking the phone into your hand, you groaned as you stand up. Teeth gritting as you clutch to your throbbing side.

“Hey, Donald. Some babysitting that was.”

“Are you okay? Stay still. I’m almost there.”

“Oh fuck off. I’m perfectly fine..”

Donald reached in time as you fell onto his arms in exhaustion. He eyes moved to see the remains of 10 grown dudes all bloodied and battered behind you.

He caressed your head softly, a proud smile on his face.

“You are one scary fucking girl, aren’t you?”

gray yeon / yeon sieun

You were on the way home from cram school with Gray and your other friend.

The poor girl came up to you and Gray saying that she has been getting harassed for a while by some older guy near the school.

You offered to walk her home. Fearless as always.

Gray decided to come along since he’s worried shitless that something bad will happen to you. He has no idea.

“Hey, Missy. I see you’ve decided to bring your friends over. Let’s have some fun, okay? All three of us!”

The girl scooted over behind you, holding your uniform tightly. Obviously scared out of her wits.

You extended your arm to her side protectively. Gray already calculating ways to defeat the guy if they decide to get violent.

“Sure!”

Gray’s eyes widened when you brought the guy twice your size down to his knees with a single kick.

“Let’s have lots of fun, Mister! You and me!”

Gray had wanted to stop you, he really does. But his body couldn’t move an inch, and he felt a chilling sensation seeing you be so violent like that.

“P-please..! Stop-“

Clicking your tongue, you stood and sent him another kick across his face.

“What are you saying? We’re having fun, aren’t we?”

The guy was now quivering pathetically, looking up at your empty eyes with fear.

You throw your fist, watching as the man braced for impact.

“That’s enough! Y/N.. that’s enough..”

You looked at the girl, tears are free falling from her eyes. Sniffling profusely next to Gray.

You sighed.

“Next time, if I even see your face in this part of town, I will personally kill you. Now scram.”

The man scattered to get up, running away as fast as he could.

Picking your bag up from the ground, you threw both frozen figures behind you a cheery smile.

“Whew. That got me worked up a little. Hey, don’t worry. He won’t be coming back no more. Now, let’s go home!”

He’s suddenly really glad you guys are on the same side together.

wolf keum / keum seongje

I think Wolf, like Donald, would also be proud if you could fight well.

Wolf was at one of the bars he usually frequents, bored out of his mind.

You haven’t been answering the texts he sent. Though you warned him about this beforehand since you have to meet with your friend today.

Wolf took a drag from his cigarette. Checking his phone once again. Once again, still no texts from you.

He clicked his tongue. Are your friends really that much more important to you than him?

“Hey. I’m going out for a sec.”

Closing the door behind him, Wolf opened his phone and dialled your number.

Within two rings, a response was heard.

“Wolf! How have you been?”

Wolf frowned, that’s not your voice.

“Can you give the phone to y/n-noona?”

“Yeah.. about that.”

Wolf clicked his tongue, he hadn’t even bothered to tell the rest of the boys about where he was going. Jumping on his motorbike the minute your name was uttered.

“The thing is, y/n is batshit drunk right now. Come be a good boyfriend and pick her up. I’ll text you the location.”

Wolf chewed on his bottom lips, oddly uneasy knowing that you’re probably not yourself. At a club. Without him.

Well, your friends are there. But still, he doesn’t trust that they are all lucid enough to take care of you if anything happens.

Once he reached the location your friend sent him, he wasted no time barging into every room looking for you.

Eventually, he meets your friend walking out of the bathroom. Looking slightly amused at his arrival.

“Oh, Wolf. You actually came.”

“Where are they?”

Your friend gestured to the bathroom.

Man is crazy enough to actually went into the girl’s bathroom, where he sees you groaning by the toilet seat. Your other friend holding your hair for you.

“You can leave. Noona.. it’s Wolf.”

You groaned, feeling like your head is gonna split in two.

Wolf took the hint and shut his mouth. Rubbing your back to soothe the nausea.

“Where the fuck is that kid?!”

Remember that Wolf barged into random people’s room earlier. He also left without an explanation :)

The man banged at the door, making you wince at the loud noise.

“I saw you went in there! Get the fuck out of here before I break the door open!”

Wolf noticed that you were getting uncomfortable when the man began to send a series of kicks to the door. He was about to get up and deal with them himself, before you beat him to it.

Wolf stared in confusion as you open the door with a click. Moving to walk past the raging man to get your bag and just continue puking at home.

“Hey! Where the fuck you think you’re going!”

The guy made the wrong decision to grab your shoulder.

You flipped the man over, elbowing him on the ribs, before kicking the back of his knees down.

“Ugh..”

You gazed at the man sleepily. Looking like you’re contemplating on what to do next, which after a few seconds, you decide to just leave him there and continue your walk.

Wolf stared at your figure. Completely mesmerised until he heard a cackling from beside him.

“Ooh that’s my girl.”

Wolf shifted his glance towards your friend, raising one of his brows.

“I guess she never told you. Y/N was actually the top dog of our school back in middle school. She’s pretty damn good at fighting, you know.”

Wolf smirks. Well he’ll be damned.

ben park / park humin

You and Ben have been dating for like almost three months now.

So far, everything has been going great.

You know about his whole business fighting the Union and stuff. And while you do get worried, you’ve never really said anything.

Ben thought it was a bit odd, but you acted normal aside of that so he just merely shrugged it off.

That day, you were supposed to head to Eunjang to go on a date after school with Ben.

You two reserved a flower arranging class since you thought it was a nice activity for a change from the usual cafe hopping.

Ben was in a great mood the entire day. He couldn’t wait to see you. Especially since you two haven’t been able to see each other due to the packed schedule with the midterm examinations and other school activities.

He ran to the front gates, expecting you to already be there.

You weren’t.

Oh well. He leaned against the side of the school gates, lips pursed into a smile. Rocking himself back and forth on the balls of his feet.

10 minutes became 20. And 20 soon became 30.

Ben frowned. You couldn’t have forgotten about him, could you?

As a matter of fact, no, you haven’t forgotten. You’re just in a really, really sticky situation.

“Never would’ve thought I’ll meet you again out here, y/n.”

“Please. I’m not in the mood for fighting right now.”

The man laughed, pulling you harshly by the collar.

“Ah, y/n. Did you forget about me already?”

“I bet you never told Ben Park about how you went to juvie, did you?”

Feeling anger bubbling inside you, you broke free from his hold. Throwing a hard punch into his jaw.

When he fell to the ground, you got on top of him. Throwing punches after punches after punches.

Even as the man under you get more and more bloodied. Even when your knuckles broke skin. With all the blood rushing to your head, you can’t stop the dizzying sensation you felt that night three years ago.

You were about to throw another punch when you felt a strong grip on your wrist.

“Y/N. Stop that.”

Ben got immensely worried when you didn’t answer any of the calls nor text messages he sent you. So, he decided to check the tracking app to your phone.

He felt his heart shatter when you look up at him with tears running all over your face. Your expression dazed as you look around to see what you have done.

“…why did you do that?”

“-ill me..”

Both you and Ben turned to look at the figure under you who is squirming around weakly. Tears rolling out of his eyes.

“Kill me, y/n. It’s the least you could fucking do. KILL ME YOU COWARD! KILL ME LIKE YOU KILLED MY FUCKING BROTHER!”

You let out a scream. All memories of the past coming back in an instant.

Ben pulled you up, hugging you tight in his arms as you cry your hearts out. Bloody hands dirtying his white uniform.

“I promise it wasn’t on purpose, Ben.. That son of a bitch touched my sister..!”

Ben clenched his jaw, pulling you closer into his arms. This is not how he imagined the day to go at all.

[bonesandthebees]

Guess who’s awake again. It’s me. And I just want to repeat how good you are at foreshadowing and setting up the pieces. Like Jack pushing Tommy had been building for a while as this quiet annoyance and snidy remarks, but I didn’t realise what was going to happen until [In the corner of his eye, Wilbur noticed Jack lean over to whisper something in Niki’s ear. She nodded once, her face unreadable.]. This was the point where everything clicked into place and I had to pause to come scream in you inbox. Because this is the moment the plan forms in their heads, before that they were just kinda hoping Tommy’s lungs would kill him in that passive, “I’m not going to kill him, but I’m also not going out of my way to save his life, let alone risk my own while doing it” kinda way.

And it’s so obvious what they’re about to do and Wilbur is completely blindsided by it because he’s been so focused on Tommy the entire time that he either missed all the signs or didn’t care to interpret them. And it’s just, the narrative has been quietly building towards this for quiet some time, but I didn’t realise this was how it was going to end until the last ask I sent before chapter 27 when your “Niki will remember that” line suddenly snapped into place with actual canon. But it was always going to end this way. It’s the only way it could have ended.

Also, congratulations, Bee! You are now 4/4 on getting very close to killing major characters, but having everything turn out okayish in the end. And reading Wilbur’s breakdown was so much fun even though I’d already figured out what was going to happen. Just another thing to show what an amazing writer you are. It didn’t feel too drawn out if you knew, but it’s still long enough to make it plausible and let it have that emotional weight.

I’m skipping over the Priest and Schlatt, but I’ll get to those in the proper analysis. Just know that when Schlatt showed up I realised that we had only had 2/3 of the major scene and it hit me like a train. I really did get everything I wanted out of this chapter. Also, you managed to make me feel bad for Schlatt for 0.5 before I remember that he is an asshole who still could have tried. So good job.

I’ll probably write the analysis in my notes like I did with Stars and send them in in batches. So you’ll probably get those in a few days, because I’m about to dissect this entire chapter like a surgeon.

-🌲

aaa thank you spruce!! god yeah I've been building up to jack murdering tommy for a WHILE. it's been something I just wanted to leave in the background to brew, reminding the readers that yeah, jack and niki have held this grudge for a while. it never went away. and sure they weren't actively planning to murder him, but if the opportunity arose they were certainly going to take it.

niki will remember that :) yeah that was funny to me

and yes wilbur doesn't notice because he's so focused on so many other things! it's incredibly obvious to us as the readers but he just doesn't realize. not to mention, despite knowing that tommy did it to jack first and knowing how pissed both he and niki are about it, and knowing that niki and jack have the same kind of friendship he and tommy have, he never REALLY thought that niki would do something like that. jack? maybe yeah. but niki? his niki? his closest friend besides tommy? it just wasn't something he ever seriously considered. she wouldn't hurt him like that. she's niki.

god you're right I really do nearly/do kill a major character at the end of every long fic of mine. oops. didn't mean for that to be a theme.

I'm so glad you enjoyed that though. the main reason for tommy's brush with death was more about wilbur being forced to confront and make a decision both about his own faith and tommy's. he forcibly pulls tommy away from his goddess, while also finally shouting everything he's wanted to shout at his own goddess. he's truly done after this.

HA YEAH you think things are over and then boom schlatt appears and you realize oh yeah bee said there were 3 scenes she was excited for :) I'm very glad you got the conflicting feelings of feeling bad for him for a second before remembering what a dick he is

i'm soooo excited to hear all your thoughts spruce

[pbandjesse]

Today gave me a lot of stress!!! It wasn't all bad but man did it go off the rails.

I was fully planning on waking up and leaving here around 1130 to go to the volunteering we were supposed to do with camp. But pretty quickly after I woke up Alexi was texting the group to let us know that volunteering was canceled and asked if we could just come to work for a few hours.

No problem. I let Alexi know I could be in within the hour and she said she would see me then!

James made me a sandwich for breakfast and i got myself ready for the day. And while I ate my sandwich I worked on my knitting.

I left here and went to the car. I waited for the car to warm up a little. And then headed to camp.

This did not last long!!! I made it down the street when the car started freaking out and saying the car had low air pressure and it was so stressful. I called James and told them I was coming home because I didn't know what to do.

When I got back here James brought their pump down hoping it was just a weird leak. But no. There was a piece of wire stuck in the tire and it was hissing. I got really upset when James pulled the wire out and it started deflating and I was just like. We both have taken first aid!! You know not to pull out the thing!!! So then besides being upset about the wire I was also just super upset with James and I don't know why but tire stuff makes me freak out. My whole insides feel on edge and freaked out. Is it trauma from when our tire exploded?? No idea. But I was really upset.

I texted Alexi that James was calling AAA but I would probably not be able to come in. She said it was all good and it would be okay.

I immediately tried to cool down by grabbing my knitting and sitting in bed.

I just knit and knit and knit. I needed to knit approximately 9 feet to finish the blanket I'm making. And I would do that. Like. I was just so focused and I got it done.

James would call AAA and they would take 2 hours to come. We would have things to do though. The loan office sent us a to do list. And so we worked on that. One of the things we had to do was take a first time homebuyers class. And because we had so much time we were able to knock out the whole thing!

After the AAA came and put the soare on the car James would give me a kiss goodbye and headed to the dealership.

I worked on my blanket and sewed it and I am thrilled it is done. And I worked on painting a few more things on my fish plate. A pad of butter and some tomato slices. I'm very pleased with this project.

James made it to the dealership and it would take 3 hours. And they weren't able to patch the puncture and we needed a new tire. But because we have a warranty it was covered! Incredible.

But this would mess up the plans for our home inspection. James would not make it home in time to get me and get us over to Patterson. So we decided at 230 that I would take a Lyft there and when James was done at the dealership they would join me there.

And that would work out great.

I haven't taken a Lyft in years. But the guy who picked me up was very nice and his car had a fun red interior. It was a quick drive and I got out and was absolutely lost.

I didn't recognize anything. And I knew I was looking for a brick front with a black door but the one I was looking at was not correct. I was very frazzled. But then I realized I was just on the wrong side of the street.

I went over to the correct house and I was soon greeted by the inspector, John. He was so lovely! What a nice man.

And I felt very knowledgeable. We had so much to look at and so much to do. I took a million notes and pictures. He said I was the best flashlight holder and he wishes I was on every inspection. So I obviously got a good grade in home inspection.

We did find a few concerns but they were small or fixable. And I feel really good about everything. I even got on the floor with him to look into the crawl space and we found a book! Neat.

We were in the basement for such a long time. Like a full hour. But there was a lot to learn. I got to learn how to light the pilots on the hot water and the furnace. And I really enjoyed learning about how things can be fixed and how to care for the house.

I spent a lot of the inspection measuring things. Counting outlets. Taking notes and trying to learn as much as I could. It was honestly a lot of fun.

When James arrived we were in the kitchen. And they were very tired, just a bit zonked from the waiting at the dealership. But I was happy they were there. And I really appreciated that John never deferred to James. He really seemed to get that I was the handy one but also didn't dismiss me for the husband.

The kitchen was great. The electrical panel was very neat. The windows have tilt opening which is great for cleaning. The back "yard" which is just a cement pad, needs work. It's ugly. But that is okay! I want to add a privacy fence to the back and replace the backdoor for more light. Upstairs me and James discussed the demo of the wall I wanted and reassessed it to create a better storage closet and I'm really excited and think we have a great plan. And the inspector said it is not a load bearing wall. Incredible! That will make it a lot easier.

John would check all the waters and water pressure. And me and James decided we are going to use the front bedroom and when we eventually add a porch to the back bedroom we will move there. I think this is a good plan. I am really excited about this house.

And John made me feel really secure. He was not able to check the roof yet because he tried to use his drone to check it but the wind took out his drone and crashed it. I felt so bad about that!! But he said he will be coming back on Thursday to finish the radon test and will have a new drone and will try again but from the few minutes he was able to see it he did think it looked great. And he really said the house seemed great and he will have the inspection to us very soon. Amazing.

We left the house and I was in such a good mood. I was so excited. James and me would debrief, and discuss stopping at the grocery store on the way home.

We got to the grocery store and got eveything for my mashed potatoes for the camp party tomorrow. When we got home James jumped on a DND game with their friends and I would make my foods and it was a really nice evening. Doing some collection of links for things I would want to decorate. It was a really nice night.

My tummy hurts a bit. But I am feeling happy. Excited. More excited then I had been. It feels more real. And there are still things that can go off the rails for sure. But what if it didn't!!! This might be buying a house!!!

James just got done thier game and I am texting with Jess and am ready to go to sleep.

I hope you all are feeling happy tonight and are taking care of yourselves. I love you all. Goodnight!

[iamtheeldestson]

cousin greg might be my least favorite character in any piece of media I've ever otherwise liked.... i get such bad secondhand embarrassment from him that i literally have to Mute when he's onscreen and just read subtitles bc im physically cringing so hard like AAA SHUT UP STOPP.. ​three seasons and he still doesnt have Any character traits besides 'awkward'. like.. what is he thinking what is he feeling!!!! im fine with comic relief characters i like clowns i like jesters but greg has no interiority.... like anything fandom says he's feeling is 100% projection. the few serious moments he has feel totally unearned and he feels totally out of place, like his goofiness is cranked up to 11 and hes surrounded by characters whose lines and performances are wayyy more grounded in reality.. like there'll be a serious conversation happening that moving the plot along and then we cut to a scene where greg is walking into rakes and getting a pie to the face. idk maybe ppl like that style of comedy but it drives me crazyy. i agree the character of greg is important and nicky b does a fine job acting him but i hate his lines and the stupid decisions he makes. he is just too far removed from reality to serve his purpose as the everyman/audience conduit.. he should still be goofy and pathetic but not like he is. does that make sense. it's just embarrassing. turn down the cringe like two notches

[whitevelvet-ly]

terribly ooc ppl lol (i promise i'm better than this)

AYYEEEE I'M WRITING FOR VENTI (modern au)

notes: inspo is from laufey's amazing songs and songwriting !!! (beautiful stranger and Dear soulmate by Laufey), maybe not angst but yeah no happy relationships for us lol, lumine makes another appearance because lumine is love (lumine cupid??)

you're in a slightly crowded plaza in liyue, sitting down on a bench. previously, you'd been to a friends apartment visiting them. your friend talks about their relationship and how inlove they feel. you, of course as a good friend, is happy for them.

sat down on the bench and watching people pass by, you call a friend to pick you up as it's pretty late and you doubt it would be safe travelling back home alone.

you've never been too good with romance, but always think about what it would be like if someone cared for you. if the said someone woke up beside you each morning and greeted you "good morning", or "good night" — what would that feel like?

but before that, where could your soulmate be? maybe on a train, maybe somewhere in the countryside. what does your hair look like? do you have siblings or none at all? my future lover, will you take care of me?

as you thought so hard, someone sat by you — shattering all your thoughts into pieces that'll take you ages to fix. you tense up; who is this person and why are they beside me?

the stranger beside you sighs, seemingly tired just like you. slouched on the bench next to you, they pull out a book from their bag and started reading. although, it seems like they did acknowledge you.

they look up at you, and you look back. would be a little rude if you didn't do so, no?

you and the stranger make eye contact and you feel, flustered? it was just like seeing love for the first time. you looked away to collect yourself, because the last this happened you were embarrassed to the limit.

...

after awhile, you look back at the stranger. you swear that he was the most heavenly smile you've seen, as he reads his book. you know to yourself you fall in love too easily and far too fast, but not this quick. your heart drops as you almost say something to the person beside you, catching their attention.

this person, stranger... have they put a curse on you, that you fall in love with them so fast?

...

"ehm, excuse me but were you going to ask me something?"

"huh? no no, it's nothing. i apologize."

...

just a few minutes after, you look at your phone. you find quite a few messages, and realize that you've forgetten you told your friend lumine to pick you up (NAURR LUMINE 😍😘😘😘😘).

you pick yourself up from your thoughts reshaped as you walk away from the bench you and the charming stranger shared. you walk slowly as you debate to yourself; "should i go back and ask him his name? or how their day had been?"

ultimately, you end up looking back. he's looking back at you too, until you bump into your friend who'd been looking for you since (cough cough) you took a bit longer than she expected. although, it isn't exactly lumine who you bumped into...

...

"Aether? wheres Lumine?"

"ah, [name]! Lumine and i have been looking for you since, well, she got worried. but as much as she worried for you, she quit finding you and went back in the car... so i was the one left to find you."

"sounds like her alright... we should go back now."

...

"one more look", you mumble to yourself. and yet when you glance to your back, he's gone. if you talked to him, got over your cowardice, would've you gotten somewhere a little farther than a simple glance?

naurrr who am i supposed to show this to 😭 (+context, i write a prompts for another person too lolol !!) /opm anon

A??2!2!?1!1 AAA??!!1!1?1?1!!1?1?1

stop HSHSJAJSJBD

NO because I would do the same 😭😭😭 I'm not the type to initiate conversations HEP

I wonder what happens if fate decides to let them meet again 😁😁 who will start a conversation first?? or will they just sit in silence?? HEHHSHS