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spacexseven · 1 year

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tuna I'm about to go to bed but consider. demon au fyodor. hangs around you for no discernable reason. gives you terrible nightmares for fun (and later pleasant dreams as he starts to like you more, so he can see you smile when he watches you sleep). keeps wanting to play with your computer. ooo maybe he could possess your phone or something, so you can go out like normal but he'll Always Be There! Watching!

do u think gogol and sigma would be fellow demons or fyodor cultists

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demon fyodor is a tech genius you heard it from us first! also also i like the idea of gogol and sigma being demons but like fyodor's little helpers mayb...ill think about it

cw: yandere character, stalking, invasion of privacy, hacking?, sleep deprivation, paranoia,

unlike dazai and chuuya, who came to stay with you because they have no choice, fyodor's just there because...he wants to. he hates humans but loves tormenting them, loves watching them lose their mind from weeks of sleepless nights and constant paranoia, loves watching them stare at him when he finally comes to claim his prize (their tortured souls), and loves the many fantastic emotions they show him. he's definitely a lot more...evil as compared to the other demons you may have met.

so you start off as his latest prey. maybe he saw you strolling past, maybe he just happened to land at your doorstep, but whatever cruel twist of fate brought him there, it sealed your life forever. you're just as entertaining as he'd hoped; he watches you 'patrol' your room with your phone flashlight and a useless object in hand, delights in the way you jump and knock over your water when he blows into your ear randomly, and most of all, he adores the fearful expressions you show when he's consuming you in your nightmares (literally).

while you're suffering from a lack of sleep and spending more time outside your home, fyodor puts his knowledge to good use and looks around your devices. he's become used to how they work after studying them for so long, and is able to easily infiltrate your computer and later your phone. (it's terribly funny to see you search up all sorts of outlandish things as a way to explain the horrors happening to you)

but you're persevering, to his surprise. and perhaps, that's what ultimately saves you.

though you're thoroughly sleep-deprived and trembling, you still go on with your life. you go to work, continue with your hobbies (even if the shaking hands and jumpiness doesn't help much), and try to keep up the image of a stable life. sure, you don't talk to people much anymore, and you need to try out new things every night that promise you a well-needed rest, but for the most part, you're trying.

this would be his favorite part, usually. completely destroying whatever will was left in you, watching you become a shell of who you were, but things were different this time. he's not sure what brought upon the sudden change, but he stops interrupting your sleep for just one night; and the soft smile that stays on your face the whole time mesmerizes him.

fyodor has seen his share of beautiful sights, but you stood out amongst them all. when he saw you whistling while making breakfast, the lost sparkle in your eye returning, when you look happy to return home after a hectic day for the first time in weeks, and when you're singing while cleaning up, the radiant joy almost blinding—that's when he knows what he really wants to see from you.

and when he takes a liking to you, no matter how twisted it was, he takes it to an extreme. he wants to be the sole decider on whether you'd be having a good day or not, so eliminating any influences in your life comes first. it wouldn't be fair if all his hard work was ruined because a friend buys you a cup of coffee or you're let out early by a superior who thinks you look too tired, right?

fyodor doesn't stop his torment; not immediately. he lets you bask in the joy of going about a day unbothered and feeling free, and then immediately snaps his jaws down on you to visit you in your dreams and frighten you. he loves watching all of you; scared, happy, carefree, stressed—but now, he can't help but be curious. what face would you show when he reveals himself to you? he's hoping it would be anger; a deep, violent, rage. something he hadn't quite had the honor of seeing from you yet.

there was only one way to find out...

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little-miss-dilf-lover · 14 days

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Heyyyy. So happy requests are open again. Had an idea it's kinda random but wanted to get it out there. So Lemon gets a girlfriend and wants tangerine to meet them for the first time. Tangerines obviously REALLY weary cyz it's tan and it's his brother. Lemon also wants to invite reader (tan and reader aren't dating yet) and tan is all for the idea cuz he needs some support so that he isn't bored the whole night. So on the night he picks reader up and they get there earlier than Lemon and his gf so reader is trying to calm tan down and they sort of just have each others backs the whole night. Idk u can decide but i feel lems gf is an ass so tan and reader are quietly blinking at each other the whole night and when there's a chance they break away to the dance floor and are just processing how rude the gf is and reader tries to ease tans anger and they both end up like giggling school girls by the end of the night. It's so unlike tan and I feel like its when tan realises he has feelings for reader. Ik this is long but hope u can do it cuz ur amazing :)))))

hii bb!! really really love it!! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌 hope you’re well

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tangerine x fem!reader — fluff

word count. 801

summary. you & tan meet lemon’s new girlfriend, and both of you are unsure of her

A few hours earlier, you received a string of spam texts from Tangerine, his incessant mithering asking you to join him for drinks tonight. The chat was far from cohesive, just rambling messages about how he wants to shoot himself in the face, Lemon, something about a pub and his brother's new apparent girlfriend.

After calling him, trying to understand - you found out that you'd essentially be Tan's helper for the night, being someone to keep him sane throughout the evening of faux pleasantries.

Tangerine had pulled up outside your house and was now knocking at your door - his signature rhythmic tune indicating it was him. You open the door, seeing him on the other side wearing smart clothes: dark trousers, a nice top, and an unenthusiastic look on his face.

"You don't look happy," you chuckle, entertained. "You're acting like you don't want to go," you tease, picking up your handbag from the sideboard.

"I can't be fucked," he simply says, his tone short and unpleased.

You step outside, closing the door behind you. "Oh, come on. It can't be that bad," you attempt, trying to put a positive spin on the night. "She might be nice, you don't know."

"No, I do know," he replies, opening your door - holding it for you. "He's got shit taste in women. Always has," he mumbles, closing your door and walking around to get in on the driver's side.

You plug your seatbelt in and turn to face him. "What makes you say that?"

He pulls away from the kerb, shaking his head softly. "For someone that claims to see through people, he sure does a shit job when it comes to dating. They always end up breaking his heart."

You and Tangerine arrive at the pub first, and you head inside to grab a table - ordering a couple of drinks to ease yourselves. He sits at your side, his wide-spread arms nudging into you. You hear him mumble a quiet 'fuck' as he eyes up the door, spotting Lemon and his new girl.

"If it gets too much, say 'ice', and I'll make up a lie or something— will say I feel sick and want you to take me home— I don't know, I'll improvise," you murmur discreetly behind your hand, secretly talking to Tan.

He hums, standing to greet his brother - bringing him in for a hug, then shaking the hand of his girlfriend by his side, acting pleasant. You follow suit, lightly hugging his girl and then embracing Lem in your usual friendly way.

They both head to the bar while you and Tangerine stay back at your table, whispering your consensuses to one another.

"Seems like a right bitch," Tan murmurs, taking a sip of his beer.

"You just met her," you reply, talking against the rim of your glass. "Give her a chance."

"Don't like the way she looked at me," he shrugs. "Looked at me like I was shit on her shoe."

"She's probably just nervous."

Rather than retaliating, he goes quiet, noticing them on their way back over.

An hour slowly crawls by, every minute stretched out by the dragging conversation - his girlfriend dominating the talks with her new business idea. You and Tan gave each other little nudges under the table every time she mentioned start-up money - both of you seeing her true intentions.

But Lemon just looked so happy listening to her talk. He looked smitten, and you could feel the internal conflict within Tangerine next to you.

"Ice has melted," Tangerine nods to your drink, emphasising the safeword. "Let's get you another," he stands, helping you to your feet, his hand seeking yours.

"You guys want anything?" you offer, looking between the others on the opposite side of the table. With a shake of their heads, you leave, following after Tan.

You stand beside him at the bar, attached at the hip. "Doing good?" you ask, head tilting to look at him.

He nods, pulling out his card to pay. "Can't stand her. But she makes him happy, so I dunno," he shrugs, passing your new drink to you.

"You're in a pickle," you add, weakly smiling - attempting to ease him. "If it makes you feel any better, I don't like her either. She's really rude to your brother— not a fan."

"It does a bit," he dryly chuckles. "What a fuckin' ballache," he exhales, taking a sip of his beer - meeting your sweet expression over the top of his glass.

"Go have a smoke, clear your head, and we can try again in a bit. If not, I can fake a tummy ache," you smile, picking up your glass - nodding to the back patio doors. "I'll sit with you, keep you company."

#tangerine #tangerine x reader #tangerine fluff

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nattinatalia · 9 months

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Jack Harlow x Reader : SPILLED MILK AND CRACKED EGGS

A/N : Inspired by that viral tiktok trend 🤭 🥚

You were done setting up your area when little feet came running into the kitchen.

“What cha doing momma?”

You smile, “Going to bake daddy his favorite cake.”

“Me helps you?”

You nod, “Of course my sweet boy, let me get a chair for you.” You grab a chair and place it in front of the counter and help Ezequiel get on.

“I’m going to talk to some friends, but don’t show your face to the camera, okay?” You point to your cell phone that’s being held by the tripod, making sure he understands.

He nods, “okays.”

You start the live stream “Hi guys.” You wave, smiling. “My husband was craving tres leches cake and since he claims that store bought doesn’t taste the same as when I bake it myself.”

You continue to talk to the watchers and read some of their questions, laughing at some comments here and there.

“Yes, I’ve got myself tiny hands as a helper. We’re not showing him just yet so you’ll have to do with his little hands.” You chuckle as Ezequiel waves.

“Mia is somewhere around the house with her father.” You answer after reading a question.

You start emptying your flour into your bowl and as you’re finishing up this step, Jack and Mia walk in.

“Wait, you're actually making it?”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “Jackman, you got me out of bed claiming you were craving it.”

He smiles, coming closer “Yeah but I didn’t- you’re live on Instagram?”

“They always ask for the recipe when I post it so what better way to show them?” You shrug.

He stands behind you, looking into the camera and back to Ezequiel. “Just make sure the little man isn’t showing.”

“I know, baby.” You grab the oil and water to add into the flour mix and start mixing it all together. “Make sure you guys have no little bumps, mix it well, you don’t want a lumpy cake.”

Jack then dips his finger into the batter, licking his finger “Mmm delicious.”

“BABE, FINGERS OFF.” You playfully swat his hand away.

“What? I have to make sure it’s actually good.”

Mia gasps, “Daddy mommy’s cakes are always good.”

Jack smiles cheekily, “Oh, don’t I know it.”

“JACKMAN I'M ON LIVE.” You shake your head, feeling your entire face going red.

He places his elbows on the counter, getting closer to the cellphone so he can read comments. “My wife is the best cook and baker, so I can’t pick just one.”

You smile at that, grab two eggs, “Okay guys, next are the eggs. Make sure you do one at a time.” You go and crack the egg, trying not to laugh at his reaction. “then mix, then add the other as you go.” You crack the other egg on his forehead again, you laugh this time, not being able to hold it in.

“Momma.” Ezequiel gasps “Why do that to daddy? Not nice.”

You’re laughing hysterically, “It’s funny.”

Jack is still trying to process what just happened, so you decide to continue. “The last egg needs to be cracked with extra love,” you jokingly say.

You were about to crack the last egg on his forehead again, when he finally reacts and takes it out of your hand. “Oh that’s what we’re doing?” He accidentally spills milk in the counter as he tries to reach for you, but you quickly move across the kitchen

“You’re not getting near me with that egg.”

“What did my forehead do to you that you decided to crack them on me?”

Mia giggles, “Mommy does always say you are hard headed daddy.”

Jack gasps “You badmouth me to our kids?”

You roll your eyes laughing, “Don’t cry over spilled milk and cracked eggs.”

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wri0thesley · 2 years

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thinking about poor maid reader being left to clean someone’s desk who has left rather an . . . interesting book open.

ft: albedo, lisa, ayato, yae miko. not sfw, minors dni. power dynamics, mentions of food in ayato’s.

perhaps they’re a maid for the knights of favonius. though albedo’s workshop is off-limits to most people, his office still needs to be kept in something close to good order - and you are very careful and fastidious and smart enough to know what ought to be left where it is. ‘books that albedo has left open’ are definitely in that category; if it’s left open on a particular page, it must be because albedo is studying something in it. normally, this kind of thing would go over your head - but it’s terribly hard for the extremely detailed diagram of two people locked in sexual congress to be ignored. neither can albedo’s sketchbook, left open - the same position rendered in loving detail. the man in the sketch is quite clearly albedo - even in pencil, the line of his mouth and the sweep of his hair is unmistakeable - but the other . . . that’s a startling representation of what you would look like, naked and on your hands and knees with albedo’s fingers digging into the soft skin of your waist - of what your face would look like, thrown back in pleasure with intimately sketched beads of sweat trickling down your face, eyes hazy--

albedo comes in behind you. he’s very, very matter of fact when he opens his mouth - not an ounce of shame in him, simply a very real, very honest hunger;

“oh. you saw them. i can’t help thinking that i haven’t gotten the angle of your hips quite right. would you be willing to assist me with some hands-on experience?”

or, sticking with the thought of the knights of favonius - one of their duties as maid is to head into the library, and assist lisa in making sure all the books that have been dragged from shelves and onto tables are put back exactly where they belong. for as languid as the librarian is, she’s very particular about the books; and so, you always make sure to check the correct dustcover is on them, that no bookmark has been left unattended. you’ve also become familiar with the books that are in the ‘restricted’ section - and the one that lisa has open on her desk is most certainly for that.

you’ve always been fascinated by her; it’s hard not to be, hearing whispers of her prowess and how she’s wasted in the library. fascination, too, rears its head in the form of how lovely she is; the glitter of her eyes and the low-cut dress and the spill of her hair, the lilting voice when she thanks you for your assistance and teasingly says what a good little helper you are. so you sneak a glance at the text - just to know what it’s about.

your face rapidly heats as you realise you’re reading what amounts to a recipe for an aphrodisiac potion; one that talks about making the intended target ‘ripe and lush for the taking’, ‘sizzling with need to be claimed in every way possible’ - one that talks about how the subject will - depending on genitalia - either find themselves dripping all over the floor in desperate need to be filled, or achingly hard in need to fill something themselves.

“there you are, cutie,” lisa’s voice is a purr, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder. “i made you tea.”

perhaps you’re a maid of the kamisato estate, who thoma places a particular trust in - partly because ayato has taken such a great liking to you. you’re rather in awe of the young master - he’s so elegant and fastidious and terribly handsome, and sometimes he says things to you that make him smile at you like he’s a fox circling a small rabbit. mostly, people do not clean ayato’s desk - he uses it as a hub of sorts, with people who need him clipping things amongst the pages in order to let him know whatever they need when they may not be around to speak with him - but his office still needs tending to a little.

and so does the inkwell, which he never properly empties - his various calligraphy brushes, which he never properly cleans. as a conscientous maid, you never go snooping about in ayato’s personal matters and work-related paperwork - but it would be someone with poor sight indeed who’d miss that he’d left a book open on his desk--

your eyes widen as you see the illustration; one clearly drawn for titillation above all else. the page beside it features much of the same; and it’s also very clear from context clues that this particular series of illustrations continues throughout the book, and portrays the rich young head of some clan making love to a maid, his hand over their mouth whilst he has them ride him in a luxurious office.

flustered by the idea of someone else seeing such a lewd display, you flick the book shut. it’s not your place to write him a note, so you instead try and put the thought of ayato lusting after a maid out of your head as you go about your business. this must have been an accident.

you come in to do your little cleaning the next day to find that the book is once more in pride of place; that the page has been flipped over, to an image of the maid and young master taking a picnic in the grounds of his estate - only the maid is straddling him in his lap, with their mouth open as he hand-feeds them a strawberry dripping with cream. there’s an elegantly written note in handwriting that you recognise as ayato’s slipped between the pages. it begins . . . it begins with your name.

‘little maid; i take it you saw my book. what do you think of it? i can always carve time in my schedule out for one as lovely as you - and there are several things within these pages i’m just dying to try out--’

your duty in the yae publishing house is simple. editors often work late into the night, writers often find themselves in the back-rooms desperately looking for some final inspiration, proof-readers and all other manner of people leave the offices of the publishing house a hideous mess - and you go in at the very end, and clean it all up for them, so nobody knows that just an hour ago the author of the most popular children’s light novel in inazuma was crying to the point of considering giving up and going to live on watatsumi island, where she already had plans to start a little farm (you didn’t tell her about the soil quality there; it’s never good, you’ve learnt, to give too much logic in these creative breakdowns).

in stark difference, being able to slip into lady yae’s office at the end of your shift and breathe in the scent of cherry blossoms and perhaps move a book or two from her desk to her shelf, dust a few of the fox knick-knacks decorating the space, is practically a vacation. you always linger there just a little longer than you should - thinking about lady yae herself, and how lovely she is. how much you admire her.

today, she’s left a book open with a beautifully decorated marker, a red pen in her inkwell. you can’t help but sneak a glance at what kind of book has required her attention in such detail - and as your eyes skim across the words, you feel the tips of your ears grow hot and your throat grow dry.

the lady shrine maiden . . . her silky ears matched by her silky thighs . . . the sweet taste of honey lingering on the warrior goddess’s lips as she hungrily mouthed between the shrine maiden’s thighs . . . slender fingers twisted into inky locks . . . the tight pulsing of the maiden’s body around said goddess’s fingers as pleasurable fireworks lit off inside of her and she came with a prayer that rolled off her tongue in desperate need--

“tut tut, little one.” yae miko’s voice breaks you from your fascinated revelry, and you start guiltily to see her smiling smugly at you - as lovely as ever, and looking like the cat (fox) who has gotten the proverbial cream. “don’t you know how rude you’re being? ah. you’re in luck. as it happens, i need someone to test this on and make sure it elicits the . . . preferred response in our readership. sit.” her voice does not broker argument. “i’m going to read to you.”

#genshin impact smut #not sfw text #lisa x reader #yae miko x reader #albedo x reader #ayato x reader #genshin impact x reader #lisa smut #yae miko smut #albedo smut #ayato smut #genshin impact posting #concept postin

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rreskk · 1 year

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Voicemail

TW: Smut

Summary: Trevor makes sure you won’t ignore him again.

You met Trevor when participating as a getaway driver for the Paleto heist. Trevor wanted a reliable helper and Michael recommended you from the heist you did with him, before the lunatic came along.

He tried to charm you with his sexual compliments and intoxicating smile, but you made it clear you weren’t sleeping around. Especially with maniacs. Trevor faced rejections on every occasion he raised the question, ‘are you free?’, and you had the joy of watching him grow frustrated and disappointed.

As you were concentrating on evacuating the 3 men from the bank they interrogated and robbed from, you once again found yourself witnessing Trevor beg for you to listen and talk to him. You were previously giving him the silent treatment, smirking whenever he’d aim his rage at you for silencing his face to face booty calls. His attempts were cute; you’d wonder how promising he claims to be in the bedroom.

Having to hold each of their contacts for safety purposes, you all called it a night and went your own ways after the heist.

Lying on your bed and reading your book, your phone had spasms beside you. Trevor’s contact picture popped up and you read messages after messages stating his horniness and his everlasting love for you. Astonished at his commitment, you watched your phone buzz with him spamming you over messages.

The moment it died down, it began ringing.

“How desperate does he have to be?” You’d mutter before leaving the bedroom to have dinner. Your phone was left behind, physically muting it’s notifications of him from your senses.

Retreating to where you left your device ringing, your eyes scanned his contact and there was a voicemail, 30 seconds long. You’d be lying if you didn’t find him attractive. The man was hard to deny. His honey gazed eyes and upturning smile that would twist whenever he caught eyes with you. His eruptive movements and hipster clothes made him stand out than the rest. You had a damn hard time ignoring him… But you were secretly glad he has your contact.

Your thumb slowly pressed ‘play voicemail’ and you were met with silence.

Edging your ear closer, you could hear him pant and whimper from the speaker.

“This is what fuckin’ h-happens,” Trevor moans, “When you fuckin’ ignore me, huh?”

He was masturbating. Your mouth fell open, hearing him grunt and animalistically mutter your name. The slapping sensation could be heard as he mounts his hand and abuses his erected cock.

“Fuck, fuck-“

He was loud and obnoxious with his whimpers. You tilted your head, finding yourself dangerously attracted to this man as he’d growl from the other end of the phone.

“Fuckin’ call me back, babe,” He paused to express a painful moan, “I-I know you fuckin’… Mmm… I know you want it.”

As you took notice of his increase of tone, you heard him release a load in ecstasy.

“Fuucckkk! I love you!” Trevor whined.

You heard his hand stop rubbing against his skin. There was a sound of his cum hitting a surface, presumably the phone. Trevor panted and growled, his phone rustling as he moved in a rapid pace.

Suddenly, his whispers could be heard loud and clear. “Call me back, sugar. I want to hear from you again.”

The voicemail declined.

You’ve never been so fast to save a voicemail and call someone back.

#trevor philips #grand theft auto 5 #grand theft auto #grand theft 5 #GTA V #trevor philips x reader #trevor philips/reader #trevor philips x you #trevor philips/you #smut #wtf did i just write

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cheriiyaya · 2 months

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Post-ww2 Yakuza!chuuya x Fem!reader

✮ Contents: ACT ONE, ~2k words, yakuza, mentions of ww2, mentions of double suicide

✮ A/N: omg i LOVED WRITING THIS FIC !! SO GLAD TO BE APART OF @kentopedia 's event!! a lot of this chapter is going to be set up, but it's important for the rest of the series !! next chapter~ masterlist~

Note: this is a work of fiction. I have taken some creative liberties in this fic, and i do not claim to know everything about japanese history but i have tried my best to be as historically accurate as possible

The train screeched, dragging along the rusty tracks to a stop. The doors slid open and people clambered out of the hot, stuffed train cars with large suitcases full of luggage in hand. You stepped outside into the mid-afternoon sun, surveying the noising chatter of people and the whistles blown by conductors while smoke billowed out the top of the train and dissolved in the air. Kyouka was right behind you- a young girl of around fourteen that had lost her parents in the war and, your personal maid. She carried your luggage with relative ease, it always stunned you how this young girl could manage carrying things most have trouble with.

“Come on, we have to reach the house soon…” You gestured for her to come closer to you. once she complied the two of you weaved your way through the sea of souls, chatter of things from the increase in the cost of rice to the presence of American troops flitted about.

Both because of the war.

You bumped into a man and quickly apologised, smoothing down the yukata that you wore as you glanced around the station in search for one of the servants that would bring you to the estate you were being sent to live in-for how long you didn’t know.

You saw some men crowded around a poster taped against the wall. Probably a poster from Communist supporters or just a call to resist the rule of gaijin. It’d probably will be torn down soon, and from the presence of American troops in this station alone made you wonder why it hadn’t been ripped off.

“Miss!!” You turned around to the source of the voice to see a young boy hurrying up to you, hair white and donning a sickly-pale complexion.

“You must be…” you racked through your brain for the boy’s name as he panted for air, hands on his knees. You were told his name before you left Tokyo, it was…

“…Atsushi. Nakajima Atsushi miss.” He panted, pushing his crooked bangs out of his sweat-beaded face. “Nice to meet you.” Atsushi smiled, straightening his posture and turning to Kyouka. You watched as he tried to take your luggage out of kyouka's small hands, to which she promptly refused and instead toddled off in search of the car. You smiled at her antics and followed along.

the car shifted against the gravelly unpaved roads leading to the estate. It was a family estate, built near the edges of Yokohama and one of few buildings that were lucky enough to be saved from the bombing of the Tokyo area a few years back. You rocked in the seat, hands folded in your lap as you looked out the window at the vibrant shades of green that adorned old, twisting tree trunks that curved along the sides of the road. “Have you been back recently miss?” Atsushi inquired from his spot in the front, steering wheel in his hands.

“No, it’s been a while. I can’t really remember the last time I was here very well, I was very young after all.” You braced against the side and let out a sudden yelp as the car hit a particularly bumpy spot. You looked at Kyouka quickly, confirming she was okay as you saw the girl looking quite unbothered as she stared blankly ahead with a small luggage bag in her lap.

Atsushi nodded, slowing the car down as the winding path opened to the estate grounds. Parking the car in a slope by the road, the three of you clambered out, exposing your skin to the sweltering heat of the burning sun.

“You can go inside miss. there’s not many helpers anymore but it’s not that much of a trouble.” Atsushi grunted as he helped kyouka lug the luggage out of the trunk, quickly explaining the directions to the room you were staying in. You nodded and went inside.

The estate was different; maybe it was because the light damage that was restored over the years, but there was something else to it. Maybe it was the way light shone in and hit the tatami floors, dust dancing in the rays coating the room in a warm hue. The floors creaked under the most gentle of steps as you walked through the halls following atsushi's hurried directions to your room. Pushing the sliding shoji door aside you entered the room carefully, as if there was an undisturbed creature slumbering away, forgotten amidst the chaos of the years long world war. There was a few things in the room, a western style desk and closet and a futon along with a few books lining a bookshelf. You aimlessly grabbed a book off the shelf, flipping through the text in boredom with your chin propped in hand. The entire estate was quiet, a far cry from the memories of the maid’s chatter and gossip echoing against the walls as a child. It was to be expected; no one in Japan was doing too favorably nowadays.

You sighed and dogeared the page you were on, laying down on the futon and staring blankly at the ceiling

Kyouka brought up the market as you ate breakfast the following morning.

“mh? do I want to go?” You took a sip of miso soup, head tilted in thought.

Kyouka nodded “I thought you might like to go out.” You nodded and swallowed.

“You’re right about that.” You spared one last bite of rice-it felt wrong to waste any when it was so expensive- and stood up.

The car sputtered and groaned as it came to a stop in a random alley near the Yamiichi. You and kyouka filed out, atsushi having some work to attend to so the two of you were left on your own. It was a bit stressing; after all it was your second day in Yokohama. Loose rock and dirt shifted under your heels as you slowly figured out the proper directions to the market from the vague directions given by a passerby.

Yamiichi were technically illegal, but sometimes they were the only places that most people could afford to buy from. Of course they had risks. Yakuza gangs often fought for control of the most lucrative markets in the city, and American troops often intermingled alongside the Japanese in the markets. However, keeping your head low and avoiding standing out worked well to repel possible troubles.

You were just there with your maid to get some food and leave. As the sight of poorly constructed roofs of market stalls grew closer you couldn’t help the dip of anxiety in your stomach, spreading and curling around in your limbs like a plague.

The market was packed at this time of day, and you made a mental note to come later or earlier-though the former seemed better to you. Weaving through hungry and desperate people was a difficult task, being pushed around and hitting the sharp, protruding bones of hips and shoulders would definitely cause some bruises if this kept up.

Pausing to read the stalls signs to figure out who was selling what, you made your way to a stall selling sweet potatoes among other vegetables, sending kyouka to another stall as you rather not stay longer than needed. The seller, a middle aged man with silver streaks in his dark hair, placed produce in a worn sack as you named out what you needed, and when he named the price it was more exorbitant than expected.

“Are you sure? For all that?” You dug your teeth into the soft flesh of the inside of your cheek, glancing at the half-filled sack. It seemed too much, but bartering didn’t seem attractive enough for you to argue with this man. You doled out some yen and placed them on the table, grabbing the sack of produce and hurrying off with it clutched to your chest.

Glancing around for kyouka, you didn’t see the man barreling towards you, looking around with hands shoved in pockets.

You didn’t notice him until he crashed into you, knocking the two of you to the ground with a heavy thud.

“Ah shit, my bad- are you okay miss?” You grunted and nodded, blinking dust out of your eyes as the ginger stood up and hurried to your side.

“I’m okay.” You sighed, looking to the side to find the threadbare sack ripped open and the produce spilled all over the dusty ground. You sighed and looked up at the man, gray eyes casting an apologetic glance at you while holding his gloved hand out. You nodded and took it, about to thank him when you heard an over-dramatic gasp and the crunch of gravel under hurried steps.

“Chuuya! How ungentlemanly of you to knock over such a pretty lady!” You saw a twitch in the man's-chuuya's- eye and he let out a silent hiss, glaring at the brown-haired man that strolled over.

“Shut it, mackerel. I didn’t mean to.” He snapped back, squeezing your hand a bit before dropping it. The brunette glanced at you before he grinned and dropped onto his knees, clutching your hand in his. You gaped a bit, a starry look in the mans eyes as he spoke quickly.

“My darling, would you like to reenact ending of the play Shinjuu ten no Amijima with me in a double suici-?” chuuya grabbed him by the collar, shoving him away from you and gritting his teeth.

“Sorry, sweetheart. For this mess-” He gestured to the wasted produce, “-and for dazai.” He shook dazai a bit and he whined about double suicides and how mean chuuya was for not letting him achieve one with you. You smiled a bit and giggled softly at the sight in front of you and if you were staring a little more carefully you would’ve seen the colour that flushed chuuya's cheeks.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll come back later I guess…” You sighed, shoulders slumping. chuuya's mouth opened before he shut it, nodding and rubbing the back of his neck.

“okay, guess I’ll go do…stuff…” He said it so quietly you had to strain your ears over the clammer of the market to hear. Before you could respond he lugged dazai up and dragged him away from you, not before you could register a snippet of their argument.

“c'monnnn, Chuuya! You hafta admit she’s reaaaally pretty-” a yelp followed.

“S-shut it!”

It took you a moment to realize they were talking about you.

You looked down and gathered some of the salvageable produce in your arms, and as you did so you realized your heart.

Why was it beating faster than normal?

Shinjuu ten no Amijima: "the love suicides at Amijima"; a kabuki play in which the two lovers commit double suicide at the end.

gaijin: foreigners; used by the Japanese to describe occupying American troops

Yamiichi: illegal black markets in post-wwii japan

©Cheriiyaya 2024

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fcsources · 8 months

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Hey there I have a librarian character in her early 20s. FC suggestions needed as I'm drawing a blank 😭

𝙝𝙞 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙞𝙚! librarian character, fun!! an underutilized occupation in fiction, i think ♡

Alisha Boe ( 1997, actress, half Black )

Amita Suman ( 1997, actress, Nepalese )

Anna Lambe ( 2000, actress, Inuit )

Courtney Eaton ( 1996, actress, half mixed Chinese-Maori-Cook Islander )

Danielle Rose Russell ( 1999, actress, white )

Erana James ( 1999, actress, Maori )

Florence Pugh ( 1996, actress, white )

Freya Allan ( 2001, actress, white )

Jenna Ortega ( 2002, actress, three quarters Mexican && one quarter Puerto Rican )

Josephine Langford ( 1997, actress, white )

Kristine Froseth ( 1995, actress, white )

Lee Chaeyoung ( 2000, musician, Korean )

Lola Tung ( 2002, actress, one quarter Chinese )

Natalia Dyer ( 1995, actress, white )

Rachel Zegler ( 2001, actress, half Colombian )

Reylynn Caster ( 2003, actress, white )

Sadie Stanley ( 2001, actress, white )

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Talia Ryder ( 2002, actress, white )

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domreader-headcannon-scenarios · 7 months

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Kinktober day 3: Naga: Leviathan (slight pred/prey, handjob) ((continuation of this!)

You hadn’t returned back to the town after your ‘successful’ hunt. You didn’t even bother trying to claim the reward, you didn’t have a body so it would be hard to anyway. It had only been maybe a few months to a year since then and you moved on to ‘hunt’ in a different region.

You didn’t want to run the risk of running into Leviathan, even if he seemed timid you didn’t want to slip up and let your guard down only to be gutted by him. Naga are strong and realistically, he’d probably bite you and then suffocate you or just…let you succor to the venom.

The amount of naga you’ve hunted since then have gone down and you have gotten to the point of debating if you wished to quit. You enjoyed the conversation and ‘company’ Levi had given you so it did sort of spur your thoughts…

Your ‘helper’ had said there was a pretty naga, not best in size but its scales would catch a high enough price that you wouldn’t have to do this again. You had him help you dig up a trap and place it, though once you had it set up you dismissed him and secured the vines.

You could feel something watching you, so you quickly hop up and climb up the nearest tree. Flashes of purple scales slip through the grounds below you before a familiar looking face comes into your view. “(M/c?)” He asked quietly, looking up and spotting you quickly. “Ah-there you are!”

He’s careful to avoid the trap, he curls around the base of the tree. “Haven’t seen you in a bit, I’m surprised to see you here. What are you-“ You almost fall back as he suddenly springs up and levels with you, his tail curled around a few branches to support him as he makes his way to seat himself beside you. “I…didn’t know naga could climb trees.”

He laughed in response, to your relief he didn’t seem interested in hurting you…he definitely remembers you though, you feel his tail secure itself around you, holding you against the base of the tree. His grip was gentle and just enough to prevent you from falling.

“Y-yeah, it’s pretty common to learn it while young. H-how have you been? D…do you remember me?” You nod and a see a look of relief spread across his face. “I was w-worried you’d forgotten me. D-do you mind…if I stay with you for a bit?”

You sit up, with a nod you feel his tail loosing around you. “You seem…clingy. Oh, do you perhaps want to continue where we ‘left off’?” You see him excitedly nod. You lean forwards and feel him double over to meet you. You were surprised to have him press his face against you in an attempted kiss.

You reach down, feeling just below his stomach. Once you feel the slit you gently press against it, rubbing gently until his cocks spilled out. You take one in each hand, earning a hiss from Levi. “H-hold on maybe we wait till-till we are out of the tree?”

You feel him trying to loosen his tail around you, only for you to release his cocks and earn a weak whine. “Well, we are safe here, right? You won’t drop me, will you?” Levi paused and quickly nodded. His tail held you carefully once again.

“Y-yes! I will p-protect you!” You laughed at his response but don’t press. You lean down enough to blow on his bigger cock. To your amusement it jumps in response and he mewls. “A-ahh, wait how do I-what do humans like? W-what do I do to make it up to y-you?”

With a click of your tongue you shrug and tell him not to worry about it. “It’s fine, I never helped you finish the first time, let’s make this my ‘sorry’, ok?” He purrs in response, excitedly bowing his head to try to give you another kiss.

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#obey me #leviathan #levi x reader #leviathan x reader #kinktober #kinktober 23 #naga! leviathan #naga

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whoreish-behaviour · 1 year

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Bully!eren is the type to sneak up behind you while you're talking to someone and grope you for suree.

>~< Warnings ; technically no consent is communicated.

750 words

Part 2

Not proof read lol

You just couldn't ever help yourself could you?

Could never stand your ground - even against little old Armin. Although Eren loved when you were obedient, your pliable naive mind was his for the taking, you needed to learn when to say no.

Eren watched as Armin slowly but surely began to invade your personal space, books piled in both his arms and yours.

and you - you seemed to suck up to him, eyes shining as he continued to rain praise on you for helping him back to his dorm.

'Your a life saver ____!'

'What would I do without you huh?'

'Your always such a good little helper'

By the time you both arrived, you were shoulder to shoulder, giggles and laughs rolling down the hall and straight at Eren.

Like he said - You just couldn't help yourself.

His steps where silent as he made his ways towards you, hands in his pockets and his eyes trained on you both.

Like the good girl you were, you waited patiently as Armin began to unlock his dorm - books balanced on one hand as the other fished for his keys.

With you both distracted, neither of you noticed Eren until he pressed up against you, chin dipping into the crevice of your neck as you jumped - books wobbling in your hands from your sudden start.

Armin turned to you when he saw your movement and immediately locked eyes on Eren.

'Oh Eren - hey?' Armin's confused voice hung in the air and he looked between you and the mass of possessiveness behind you.

You turned you head away as Eren began to run his nose up along your jaw - cheeks turning hot as you felt his fingertips beginning to run up the back of your thigh.

'Hey'

His breath made you shiver and you looked anywhere but at Armin - who finally had his keys in his hand and was in the midst pf being put in the lock.

'_____ was just helping me to my dorm - incase you didn't hear me and Annie broke up...' His voice trailed off as he ventured into the dorm, the sound of the books being place on the bed evident.

You remained still - unsure if Eren wanted you to move or not as his hand closed around the back of your thigh.

'You helping him baby?' You could hear the smirk in his voice as you nodded gently.

'Yeah - felt bad about what happened with him and Annie.' Your voice was quiet as you waited for Armin to hurry back and take the books from your arms.

'Aren't you sweet?' His chest rumbled against you back as he made fun of you - his wrist now meeting the tip of your already short skirt.

Within a second, Armin appeared again - his hand on the back of his neck, rubbing gently.

'I didn't realise you guys where - you know..?' HIs voice was unsure as he watched Eren continue to nose around your neck - your sweet smell clouding his mind.

"We're not!"

Your abrupt answer made both you and Eren freeze, hand beginning to tighten on the fat flesh of you thigh. You knew you fucked up - face heating up even more as you stumbled over your words, trying to redeem yourself.

Armin could immediately tell the shift in atmosphere, eyes bouncing between you, Eren and his hand.

Eren noticed this and narrowed his eyes at him - moving his hand from the back of your thick thigh to the side, staking his claim.

'Erm, I'll take them from you.' You nodded gratefully and handed the books over.

What you didn't expect was the sudden sharp pinch! to your tender skin - making you yet almost lose your grip. Armin luckily had wicked reflexes and caught them.

"We'll be taking our leave now, see you Armin.' From Eren's tight grip alone he began to pull you back to him.

'Y-yeah see you? Thanks for the help again ____" Your body began to seize up from embarrassment as Armin's cheeks tinted red.

Eren momentarily stopped dragging you, making eye contact with dark eyes and jutted his chin towards Armin.

"What'd you say?"

'Your welcome Armin.." You didn't dare look up as humiliation flushed your skin, half grateful as Eren fully pulled you to him again and began walking you both down the hall.

"Oh Princess..you are so fucked."

Please do not steal, copy or translate my work

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mindlesshark · 8 months

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“ The Day We Met ”

chapter three pt.2 -

‘What…the fuck just happened?’

story tags/warnings : ot8/reader, male reader, polymerous pack, possessive hints, mature series, bdsm, strangers to lovers/mates, fantasy, courting, fluff, angst, mc is just a sweetie pie, male omega reader, alpha!seonghwa, pack alpha!yunho, alpha!mingi, beta!hongjoong, beta!yeosang, omega!wooyoung, alpha!san, alpha!jongho, wooyoung hates reader?, reader is the same height as woozi from svt, 18+ only no minors!!

chapter tags : maybe short chapter, fluff

a/n note : (heart divider by @cafekitsune)

Setting the table Y/n divided the food into each plates with an extra plate of pancakes and waffles in the middle sending a quick photo to his bestfriend “i made breakfast!” Suddenly clicking off his phone when he heard the others starting to file into the kitchen. Seonghwa and mingi were the first to enter the kitchen staring in amazement. Y/n closely watched their reactions. Sure he was used to making breakfast for others like at his old family pack when he made breakfast for the pups at the daycare he worked at. But this was different, this was for his new pack that he’d hopefully be joining. “I hope this type of meal is okay, i usually only cook for the pups or lixie” he stated with a smile plastered to his face as the pack sat at the table beginning to eat. After a moment of silence compliments started to fill the air even the stubborn pack omega wooyoung even hummed in delight next to a sleepy jongho who was holding him in his lap.

“You made breakfast?! usually we just make cereal now a days, but this is wayyyy better” seonghwa muttered out. Sure they made simple breakfast’s sometimes but none of them could really cook. Although seonghwa could make certain meals. The last time the rest tried to cook, mingi for example, the food came out burnt but somehow uncooked on the inside.

“Oh my god am i even awake right now…hwa pinich me..this taste like literal heaven where have you been all my life!” hongjoong sighed out dramatically stuffing his mouth full.

San stayed glued to his pack alpha as they entered the bathroom. “wooyoung seems to be reacting better to all of this you know..he came back to the nest smelling all happy along with being drenched in y/n’s scent. we all know they playmated in the bath from all of y/n’s loud moans it was hard not to just barge in there a fuck him myself.” Yunho chuckled at the other alphas word’s although he was right y/n was no where near quiet. Which was surprising because wooyoung barely even did anything to him.

“im surprised he didn’t do more honestly you know how he is, what they did was nothing compared to other things he’s done. i know you’re jealous with how much you love to watch. just imagine being able to watch our omega fuck y/n to tears god i just know-“

“Sannie id rather not get a boner this early plus he just got here. He doesn’t even know our dynamics yet after he knows then- well he did give his verbal consent and he accepted our collar, then you all can get to know one another in your own little ways but remember i will be the first to claim him in the end if he agrees to officially join the pack. Not just as our ‘helper’ ” Placing a passionate kiss against san’s lips yunho smiled at him bumping their noses together.

Yunho coming out of the bathroom from brushing his teeth came up from behind y/n and hugged the small omega surprising him. “You didn’t have to do this you know?…hwa could have helped you” he said in a hushed tone rocking them lightly side to side. Some might say it was weird for the pack alpha so be so welcoming to an outsider especially one that was not apart of his pack but with last night’s reassurance he was filled with joy and relief. It was like watching the sunrise in the early morning, hearing the birds chirp signaling a new day as begun. Y/n fitted perfectly with the rest of the pack even if some were still reasonably questioning it. He knew from the moment they finally met that he was meant to be with him. With all eight of them, every single one.

Smiling brightly y/n turned to look at yunho. “It’s okay yall needed rest and that kind of my job yeah?” his voice having a hit of playful sass. Glancing around he counted the number of heads at the table soon frowning as there was one missing, yeosang. “Wait is sangie still sleep? You eat ill go get him!” Giving yunho a quick hug he grinned widely before scurrying off to fetch the missing beta.

Glancing towards the two hongjoong watched as y/n quickly walked back to his room.

Opening the door to his room y/n bounced in with a bubbly attitude which slowly dissipated once he spotted yeosangs facial expression. “oh you are awake i made breakfast! the others are already eating at the table but i made sure to-”

“Why does it smell like other omega in here. Not only that-…you know wooyoung is not gonna be happy once he finds out right?” It didn’t just smell like other omega in y/n’s nest let alone all of his clothes. Oh no, it smelt like sex, slick, specifically the few clothes inside his next that didn’t come from y/n and wooyoung’s actions from last night. Trust he knows all wooyoung’s scent by heart. Yeosang now understood why his fellow beta came to him fuming with jealousy. Although he was as jealous as joongie had been he was worried for how wooyoung would act. Those two were the worst when it came to being jealous and now soon to be territorial over the new omega. While y/n had been cooking yeosang made sure to take a shower and change his clothes for an extra measure just to make sure none of the unknown omega’s scent got on him from y/n’s nest. “I won’t tell him myself but you might want to consider letting him know. Woo isn’t good with feeling threatened especially by a fellow omega, if he sees this as someone trying to steal what now his.” He sighed calmly staring at y/n.

Y/n stood frozen in his spot, he didn’t think it would be that much of a disturbance. Racking his brain of any reason why the other omega would have a problem with another ones scent in his nest left him confused. It wasn’t like they’d done it- fuck wait now that he remembered him and lixie had done a few things before they left. Quoting felix’s words ‘this will for sure make sure our scents last for a while just incase we miss each other too much.’ Y/n and felix were best friends although they are more classified as fuck-with-buddies plus being bff’s. However in the heat of the moment y/n didn’t bother to think rationally about the situation. All he could the of was to defend himself. Defend his nest. “Its just lixie, my bestfriend from my old pack back at home. Plus none of you have any say in what or who’s scent i include in my nest. If you don’t like it then…then fuck off!” he growled out his scent souring into a burnt chocolate smell. ‘wrong, beta not like nest. wrong. wrong. mine.’ Stomping over to his bed and shoving the beta away from his nest, the bell on his collar ringing violently from his harsh movements. It was his nest anyway he almost felt offended. Was his nest not perfect? He had spent all of 30 minutes setting it up and perfecting it. It was natural to feel hurt by someone commenting of any aspect of an omega’s nest if it wasn’t positive. It was their safe space.

“I didn’t mean to offend you i was just warning yo-”

“Breakfast is on the table” was all he said the tips of y/n’s ears turning red as he took a deep breath leaving the beta speechless. Tears gathering in his eyes. Y/n knew he was being difficult a brat even, not willing to even hear yeosang out. He didn’t care it was too early in the morning.

Yeosang walked in the kitchen fixing himself a cup of coffee while the rest just stared at him. “Sangie what happened why does is smell like burnt cake? Did you and y/n argue i heard him yell” seonghwa voiced out with concern. Sure enough when he was about to continue the sound of a door slamming shut sounded out throughout the kitchen.

Yeosang shook his head letting out a mocking laugh, “All i did was try to give the omega a heads up on something and it didn’t go that well.” He found it all amusing really, yeah the other had all the reason to be slightly upset but he also knew y/n was just being a brat. The other could have easily talked it out like an adult but that didn’t happen nor did he expect it to. Sitting down at the table he glanced at wooyoung before giving san a knowing look ‘seems like you were right.’

Wooyoung then spoke up, “maybe i should go talk to him you probably offended him with your oblivious-ness” he giggled out joined by a couple others.

“No, its okay let him cool off i doubt you would wanna go in there right now anyway with-” yeosang said nonchalantly before hongjoong abruptly cut him off quickly changed the topic before the omega could question. “So since woo, sangie, mingi, and hwa have the day free maybe you all can help get to know y/n. Let him know everyones cycle schedules- the ones that are coming up so no one is caught off guard.” He’d rather not escalate the situation more than needed. Of course everyone else wouldn’t have as much as a problem with y/n having his bestfriends/fwb’s scent in his nest, wooyoung was just extremely possessive. Once everyone was done eating seonghwa collected all the dishes putting them the dishwasher while jongho gave everyone kisses goodbye followed by the rest who had dance practice. After he was done, seonghwa ushered the rest to go sit in the living room before sending wooyoung off to get y/n.

In y/n’s room, the omega had called felix ranting about what happened as he rearranged his nest for the fifth time. “You know i knew this was bound to happen, with you practically being their new omega of course one of them is going to have a problem with you smelling like someone else. Not to mention with you keeping my slick stained shorts that i TOLD you to give up, but your drunk omega brain refused” felix chuckled out whole heartily. He recalled how on the night before they had to leave they had play-mated round after round until he left y/n begging for him to cum inside and refusing to let him pull out until he had a plug to fill him instead. Felix watched y/n’s collar as he began defending himself, “hey that really suits you, the collar i mean, but anyway you and i know he didn’t mean to offend you he was just being reasonable. Plus he did apologize right? If i were whats his name..wooyoung? i would be unhappy too with some random omegas slick in who is supposed to be ‘my omegas’ nest.”

Y/n sat infront of the phone’s camera listening to felix’s words letting them sink into his brain. Maybe he did a bit much with slamming the door. Now that he had really thought about it, it did make sense. This wasn’t the first time he had something similar to this happen. Felix had accidentally messed up his nest while y/n was cooking blueberry pancakes leaving him to walk back into the room thinking he was taking it apart which left the small male fuming with hurt and anger. Y/n didn’t even bother listening to his explanation before he threw the spatula at him and shoved him out of his room. That was also the first time he growled at his best friend surprising them both. After talking it out y/n laughed at the memory joined by felix who began teasing him resulting in the in him threatening to bake his favorite brownies the next time they meet and not share a single one. Running a hand through his fluffy hair he turned around at someone knocking on the room door, “give me a second lixie” Getting up he hurried to open the door. “oh hi hyung!”

Wooyoung stared down at y/n, “May i come in? i heard you and sangie’s little argument and i wanted to check up on you. I know how his words can come off as harmful at times.” Welcoming himself in he walking around the room seeing how y/n had already began decorating the space with little plants. Smiling softly at the other wooyoung continued on, “Any who i came to also tell you that we wanted to continue our conversation from last night-…”

“Y/n-ie who was it? hellooo” felix yelled out into the phone curiously, spotting a attractive male now into the cameras view. Y/n glanced towards his phone that was propped up on his pillow as wooyoung stared it down along with the cloth near it. Nibbling on his bottom lip he hurriedly jumped onto the middle of his nest snatching his phone. “Oh uh- lixie i gotta go byeee” he blew a kiss before suddenly ending the call. Clutching his phone he slid off the bed walking to wooyoung, “I know what your thinking that was just my best friend lixie-”

Wooyoung’s scent turnt bitter as his eyes stayed on the bed, “Why does it smell like another omega. Do you even understand what that collar means? You are ours, mine! Yet here you have another omega’s slick stained fucking clothes in your nest.” He held back a growl as he stalked toward y/n suddenly smelling the unknown omega everywhere making him even more upset. Not to mention how y/n spoke of the unknown omega so fondly. “Was this some joke to you? you’re mine so why the fuck to you smell of someone else” he gritted out while roughly tilting y/n’s chin up to look at him.

“I dont!- i mean i do but i was planning to get rid of it i promise i was talking about it with lixie! I was going to tell you first but yeosang found out..” Y/n spoke quickly his eyebrows pressed together in frustration. Suddenly his (felix’s) hoodie was being pulled off of him and thrown in the corner as wooyoung began scenting him roughly, leaving dark hickeys on his neck while muttering.

Wooyoung growled at the mention of the unknown omega’s name, “Oh so you weren’t going to tell me?” Y/n couldn’t say he was surprised at the males reaction. Felix had told him this was going to happen and oddly enough y/n wasn’t hurt nor offended, if it were any other pack he would have went off. Yet he was still caught off-guard. Letting out a small whine he gripped onto wooyoungs arms trying to pushed him away to continue explaining himself only earning a warning growl. Staying still he panted out a few words, “You can take it apart! i-im okay with you getting rid of any of felix’s scent only if you let me store it in my suitcase” his heart racing in his chest. Having the other upset with him was making y/n restless they had started off fairly well although a little rocky at first. Y/n would do anything in that moment to appease wooyoung.

Pulling away from y/n’s neck once he was partially satisfied with his work, wooyoung stomped over to the bed beginning to take the nest apart. He even made sure to rip apart the pair of shorts that had felix’s slick stained on them. He was almost embarrassed by how fast he got jealous. It didn’t help that his inner omega was still fuming at the though of someone else try to steal y/n away from him. They had just gotten him. He felt as if he needed to place his claim on him just to cool his inner turmoil, maybe it was because his omega was a higher status than y/n’s. “I am going to make you a new one myself, but first we have to continue our conversation from last night.” Rushing to his own closet wooyoung picked out one of his own t-shirts and scented it heavily before going back to y/n’s room proceeding to put it on y/n himself. “Come we’ll finish this later but for now i’d rather not have not hwa have a fit because we’re taking so long.” Taking a deep breath the two left the now messy room, y/n still a bit dazed. ‘What…the fuck just happened?’ was all he could think of he couldn’t decide whether he was turned on, lost, or happy that wooyoung basically announced that he accepted him as his.

Walking to the living room mingi eyed the two as they sat down, y/n on wooyoung’s lap. Mingi knew something happened but decided to save that question for later. Seonghwa then began to speak with a bright smile plastered on his face, “Okay ill start first i want to explain some of the roles of certain members of our pack so you can get to know us a little better. I personally know a little about how things are in a secluded pack as i lived in one for a short while and how different things can be. Which is another reason why i myself was extremely happy when you accepted the collar, it means alot to you and us so it is an honor. Anywho to start yunho is as you know our pack alpha but he is also the one who does most of the discipline and punishments along with san who is our brat tamer. Then there’s me and jongho who are more of the ‘caretakers’ we make sure everyone especially the omegas are taken care of and will mostly feed you ourselves. Im sure you’re used to that part from your old pack?”

Nodding his head y/n listened to the alpha closely. He could almost feel san and wooyoung’s eye contact the moment his name was mentioned. Don’t get him wrong y/n was fairly well behaved but he was indeed a brat even if he acted like he was some sweet angel when they first meet face to face. With his big doe eyes, fluffy hair, and soft voice y/n sold his innocent act well plus his average short height for an omega made it even better. As he fooled everyone around him, san saw right through his innocent front. It was no lie that the alpha could spot a brat from a mile away. “Mhm! some of the alphas would feed me and lixie before they went to hunt or just randomly at our festivals which was normal well i guess normal for us? I know its different here” y/n stated as wooyoung pulled him impossibly to him still on edge from earlier.

“Yes it is indeed different here, people here are more how do i put it their more private to who cares for their pack. For example in secluded packs like yours and my old one, it’s normal for alphas to care for omegas and give them their attention more because thats what they were taught, but here its seen as a threat if someone other than ur mated pack to do such things. Its seen as one trying to steal the omega from them. People who come from secluded packs are more in touch with their inner wolf and base instincts no matter their status, but here not so much.” Seonghwa made sure to throughly explain to not only y/n but the rest of them it was important to do so to prevent unnecessary misunderstandings. Even though he understood some of the new omegas actions that didn’t mean the others did, “For instance wooyoung i noticed something happened this morning and our betas texted me mind explaining to san and mingi?” Of course hongjoong would tell the alpha anything that was bothering him and yeosang just couldn’t keep a secret especially if it would cause problems for his fellow pack members. Honestly seonghwa found it kind of amusing.

Mingi then spoke up pushing wooyoung to answer truthfully he was worried for him, “We can all see the marks u left on him not to mention we can barely smell y/n’s own scent. You have hlued yourself to him. So its no use lieing you only do that when u feel threatened and we all know you never growl i heard it we all did.” Y/n stayed quiet while letting out calming pheromones sensing how worried mingi and san truly were.

Wooyoung sighed into y/n’s neck with a pout his arms still wrapped tightly around his waist, “When i went into y/n’s room to check up on him i smelled another omega in there besides myself…and he was on call with some other omega. It made me so angry and i kind of lashed out i dont know why..normally im not this way if its not one of you guys but with him i feel even more protective? I felt threatened..” Wooyoung then went of explaining everything not leaving even the smallest detail out. It was relieving to get his thoughts off his chest to his alphas, “I know how i am but that was different it was like my inner omega was enraged. Luckily i held it in a little better or that would have been worst.”

Y/n gasped his eyes widened at the males last words, turning around in wooyoung’s lap he embraced the older omega an effort to comfort him. He didn’t tell him that in the room, sure he knew that wooyoung would be upset from felix’s explanation and the beta’s warnings, but he didn’t know his inner omega would be that upset too. He felt guilty now even though he knew he shouldn’t be. Placing a small kiss to his neck he whispered apologizes, “Im sorry for upsetting you i really am, i didn’t mean to i promise.” Raising his head he looked in his eyes with a small frown. His hands coming up to caress the older omega’s cheeks checking for any negative emotions on wooyoungs face or in his scent.

The three alphas watched the how y/n had reacted to the situation and comforted their omega. He noticed the changes in not only their body language but their scent and had let out calming pheromones for them. This is when mingi noticed why yunho had made a great choice of choosing him for his pack. Sure it was different having another omega in the pack but he now sees why even their own omega need another one. Seonghwa cleared his throat nodding while san and mingi went to the pair showering wooyoung in kisses. “Thank you for telling us woo” san whispered between kisses while mingi began scenting him. Y/n had managed to wriggle his way out of the omega’s arms as the two alphas surrounded wooyoung. Smiling to himself for a short moment he admired their affection. Looking around he paused, ‘wait..what wheres seonghwa?’ as if on que the alpha rubbed the top of y/n’s head messing up his hair even more.

“Im right here pup, now that we’ve gotten that out of the way ill just continue. Those three are gonna take a minute, haha. We always tend to be a bit more affectionate when it comes to any of us being upset, especially when its our omega or now should i say one of our omega’s?” the alpha paused with a hum tucking y/n’s hair behind his ear, god how are you so adorable. Y/n had reminded him of a bunny or maybe that was just the way his big doe eyes stared up at him when he talked, so much for being descended from wolves. “My rut is approaching in a few weeks, two to be exact while wooyoungs is after that. Oh and normally san’s rut and wooyoung’s heat tend to sink-up. The rest we’ll mention when they get closer” he spoke softly as if not to spook y/n gently pulling the male onto his lap. “I know i already said this but we really are glad you’re here. I don’t know what we would have done if it were anyone else. Its hard to explain…but i can tell even without words. May i scent you? Dont worry woo will be okay i promise.”

Seonghwa had made sure they were facing the now scent high omega. Wooyoung has a perfect view of y/n, seonghwa even made sure to make eye contact with the omega with a silent ask for permission. He knew that something was off with wooyoung, and only himself and seonghwa knew the true reasoning. Y/n thought about it for a moment, ‘is wooyoung okay? maybe he- no he will make sure to give the older omega more attention for today’ his teeth nibbling at his bottom lip before he nodded. Letting out a light sigh he reminded himself ‘he is okay, omega not mad anymore, alpha safe’ His omega felt restless wanting to check once more for himself just to make sure he was really okay with seonghwa scenting him but he shook it off turning around in the alpha’s lap. “Only if woo said its okay” y/n whispered out to the alpha. Scooting in closer he bared his neck just a bit allowing himself to be scented.

Smiling down softly at the small omega in his arms seonghwa dipped his face into y/n’s neck rubbing all the away up to the soft plush of his cheek. Feeling y/n began to relax more in his arms he hummed satisfied. The small male was already so easy to comply yet also keep them on their toes, he was soft and had a hourglass figure just like wooyoung, the difference being that he was shorter.

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Teenagers: Young, Naive & Horny

Fandom: Harry Potter.

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x Hufflepuff! Fem! Reader.

Format: Short Fic.

Type: Fluff with hint of nsfw.

Word Count: Idk.

Writing Time: 2 hours.

Warning(s): Hint of nsfw (but not that deep).

Summary: Draco gets a little too excited when dancing with you at the Yule Ball.

A/N:

I wrote this just to get back into writing. I’m sorry for being away for so long. Also I’m suddenly really into Draco Malfoy again.

I do have ideas for a part two but I only plan on writing something if you guys want it. Part two would likely be a smut, but I’m not sure yet.

THIS IS SET DURING THE YULE BALL (which is the Goblet of Fire I think)

Draco huffed as he stared at you. Even after quick looks every 5 minutes you still hadn’t noticed the boy staring at you from across the room.

Honestly how dare you not notice, Draco thought, you really couldn’t possibly not notice him staring whilst wearing that gown.

The gown you had picked out for the Yule ball was given to you by your grandmother who claimed it had good luck written on it as it was the same dress that caught your grandfather’s attention and made him ask her for a dance all those years ago.

Now it was your turn to be asked for a dance.

But you didn’t even know. Not when you was stuffing your face with chocolate and other sweets from the dessert table. Draco was starting to feel envious of the desserts as you seemed way more interested in them.

He finally decided to stop waiting for you to notice him (because you never was going to) and go up to you himself.

On the way towards you he was stopped by Pansy, but he walked passed her not even given her a lot. Draco knew that would cost him later (Pansy wouldn’t shut up about it tomorrow) but he didn’t really care right now.

As the platinum haired boy walked towards you he thought about what he was actually doing. He was going to ask a Hufflepuff to dance. Was he out of his mind? His father would certainly think so. The Hufflepuff girl was a known supporter and helper of the Golden trio.

You didn’t really hang out with them but they knew well and they knew you, and the four of you was on good terms. Say if they needed someone to keep watch for them while they were up to something, or a spell idea or really any help you were always to first to offer them a hand. A bit like Neville or Luna.

And boy, did Malfoy hate it. But he couldn’t help his attraction to you. He always found you fascinating and now he had to do something about it.

When he finally reached you, you looked up at him confused with your mouth full.

“Can I help you?” You asked, your sentence hard to understand due to the food in your mouth.

“Um…” Draco’s mind suddenly went blank and he became nervous. It was like he hadn’t planned this far ahead.

The silence wasn’t necessary awkward but it had definitely lasted too long for both of your liking.

“Nothing to say Malfoy? Ok..” You turned back to the sweets table.

“No! Um..would you like to dance?” Draco finally asked.

“You, the Slytherin Prince, want a dance with me?” You looked at him with a suspicious look.

“Yes.” Draco nodded and stuck out his hand.

You should be flattered Hufflepuff, Draco thought.

You stared at him for a few more seconds with your untrusting look. On the inside, you were feeling shocked and very flattered but you couldn’t let Malfoy know that. But you were still unsure.

Eventually you accepted his hand, “Ok…”

Draco pulled your up and lead you to the dance floor. On the way you made eye contact with the Golden trio and a few fellow Hufflepuffs, who all looked shocked and slightly betrayed as you passed them. You felt guilty for a second but quickly decided not you. You’d explain it to them later. They’d understand.

Draco found a spot on the dance floor and turned to face you. He awkwardly placed his hands on your waist, a bit too high up for your liking (it wasn’t really your waist, more like your middle) but you figured he was trying to be sensible or polite. You placed your hands on his shoulder and the two of you slowly began to sway.

You stared at each other intimately while both your bodies moved stiffly and nervously. You wished your body would moved the way you wanted it to. Draco did too, about his own body.

But alas you were both awkward teenagers who didn’t speak often or really like each other.

It made you wonder why you agreed to this dance. Maybe you were just like the other girls and couldn’t say no to Draco Malfoy? You really hoped you.

“Hey Draco?” You spoke up.

Draco was shocked to hear you fill the silence, “Yes?”

“You can…” You moved his hands lower down onto your hips, “See? That’s better.”

Draco felt his face heat up, “Oh ok.”

You continued swaying together. Draco prayed you couldn’t see his flushed face but unfortunately for him, you were right in front of him and the dim lighting wasn’t that fun at all. You could see the blush on his naturally pale face. It made you smile.

Towards the end of the song you noticed Hagrid and his new lover. Hagrid’s head was on her chest as they moved together and the two were clearly very happy together. So you stepped forward and laid your head on Draco’s chest and wrapped your arms around his middle. You didn’t realise how much taller he was until you did this.

Draco was shocked you had made such a move. So shocked it took a good 30 seconds for him to hold onto you back. If his face got get redder, it would. You hummed quietly as you continue moving together.

The boy looked down at you and suddenly felt emended fear. His pants got tight and he suddenly couldn’t moved. He prayed you wouldn’t look down or feel anything poking into you.

You looked up at Malfoy when he stopped moving, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing..I.. I just have to go.”

He suddenly let go of you and ran out of the Ballroom. You blinked shocked and felt a strong sadness.

What was that? He just left you on the dance floor, after asking YOU to dance.

You were heartbroken. You had no clue why he had just left you or that you had excited the poor boy too much.

Onlookers who knew EXACTLY why Draco had disappeared, felt sorry for the both of you. They all thought the same:

Teenager. Young, naive and horny.

It was a pity really, you thought as you felt your crotch burn, you was really enjoying that dance.

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