#i just mean to say that i just lay in bed all day

[luveline]

Jade can I please get a chatty af yapper sunshine girlfriend with Sirius?? Like May be someone tells her she talks a lot so she's super quiet around him cuz she's worried he'll get annoyed and break up with her but poor Sirius he misses his chatty girl and just angst with fluff

thank you for requesting! fem, 1.4k

James Potter means well. Honestly, you don’t think he has a mean bone in his body, so you try not to take it to heart. 

Unfortunately, your attempts to do so don’t work. They really, unquestionably don’t. By the time you’re outside of Sirius’ flat that afternoon, James’ small comment is all you can think of. 

“You’re so chatty I’m surprised you don’t run out of breath,” he’d said. Not without love. You’d bumped into him in Sainsbury’s and ended up talking for ages about one thing or another, you know him well, you’d even say you were friends, though he’s of course Sirius’ friend rather than your own. “But I’m the same. God, Sirius used to hate how much I talked, he’d be sick of me. I think I numbed him to it over the years.” 

You can’t imagine it. Sirius and James are best friends. With Remus, they’re the most in love threesome of friends you’ve ever met, and it’s nice; it makes you very proud to have a boyfriend who cares for others as deeply as Sirius cares for them. It’s like a constant demonstration of how he’s a good man. 

But you’d never stopped to consider that they weren’t always so seamless, and you’ve regrettably never considered that your constant talking is something that could put him off. 

You talk to Sirius about everything. There isn’t a word to describe the excitement of having someone waiting to listen to you every single night. You could tell him every detail of a day down to what colour socks you wore and you know he’ll sit there listening with his hand on the small of your back, or his fingers twined between yours. You’ve never felt so loved as to be able to just talk about everything and have him talk back. 

But… what if, this whole time, he’s been wishing for a little bit of quiet? 

What if eventually, the talking becomes too much? 

He must be with you for a reason. You aren’t holding the poor guy hostage, he acts like he’s mad for you ninety percent of the time (while the other ten percent is spent sleeping on your shoulder). 

Like now —you knock his door and you can hear him scrambling up from the sofa, the sound of a book dislodged or a remote hitting the rug, you’re not sure. The door yanks open and Sirius smiles at you, pulling you in through the gap with a familiar hand on your hip. 

“Hey,” Sirius says, tucking you against his side, “hey, did you get lovelier over the weekend?” He shoves the door closed and gives you a hug with one arm, pausing in the hall. “Sorry I couldn’t see you. I don’t think we should miss another weekend.” 

You have a lot to tell him. It’s been ages since you spent nearly three days apart, but James’ conversation stays at the front of your mind. 

You decide to be less overwhelming, but not less loving, curling your arm behind his head to pull his cheek down for a kiss. “I don’t think so, either.” 

Sirius tilts his head away from you in an invitation for more kissing. 

You’re at home in his flat. You take off your shoes and hang up your jacket. You change into a pair of jogging bottoms with loose legs and let him hoist you onto his bed for a few stolen kisses, though he isn’t propositioning you, and you end up laying across his bedspread with one of your legs in his lap as he tells you about his days without you, his thumb sliding with pressure down your calf. 

“Mostly I wished I’d asked you to come over anyways, even if it was just to sleep together at the end of the day. Maybe next time we can do that?” he asks. 

“Of course we can.” You smile at him indulgently. “I’d come over for twenty minutes if it was all I could get.” 

“Or I can come to you,” he says, “even if it’s just twenty minutes.” 

He smiles, a beaming thing, and leans down slowly for a soft kiss. 

“So,” he asks, his breath on your lips, “how was your weekend? Lonely?” 

“So lonely,” you tease lightly, eyes fluttering closed as he continues his massaging of your leg. “But it was okay. I missed you, really, and didn’t do much else.”

“No?” he asks. 

Your voice takes on a shine as he squeezes your knee, “Missed your hands.”  

“I missed your everything.” He grabs for your forearms and pulls you into a sitting position. “But everything was okay?” he asks more seriously. 

“Everything was fine.” 

He raises his eyebrows, but eventually lets them relax. “Well, okay. Good, sweetheart, I’m glad it was okay.” 

He persuades you into the kitchen to sit with him as he makes dinner, refusing to let you help, and yet insisting you be there in the same room, as though you’d like to be anywhere else. Sirius makes your favourite of his usual rotation, offering you spoonfuls for tasting, gaps of silence stretching as he struggles to find new conversation. You start answering his questions but remember time and time again that Sirius could become totally sick of you. He might already be. 

Sirius puts the food on a low heat and washes his hands. He wipes them dry, but when he takes your face, dampness lines the inside of his fingers. 

“I’d like for you to tell me what’s wrong,” he says gently, stroking at the line of your startled frown, “before it gets worse. Do you want to talk about it?” 

“Nothing’s wrong.” 

“Please don’t, lovely. If I’ve done something wrong, please tell me. I want us to last forever, and we can’t do that if you won’t tell me when I upset you.” 

“It wasn’t you,” you say instinctively, then regret it. 

“So someone has?” he asks, still so gentle as his hands coast down your neck like he’s sculpting you, coming to rest on the slopes leading to your shoulders. “You can tell me anything. You don’t have to keep it to yourself… please.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“Sweetheart.” He frowns deeply. Couldn’t look more upset. “Of course I’m sure. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

You chew it over, not wanting or willing to cause ructions between Sirius and his oldest friend. “Well, I saw James today at the shop, and… we were talking about you…” 

He waits. “And?” 

“And he told me you– you don’t like talking. That you didn’t like talking, that James used to make you sick of it. So I know I talk too much and you’ve never made me feel like I shouldn’t, but I guess I got into my head thinking you’d get sick of me, too.” 

“When we were younger I didn’t like much of anything.” He curls an arm behind your neck to hold you in place, but it’s not a dominant sort of movement, only protective as your noses inch together. “Did you ever read that poem by Bukwoski? Let It Enfold You?” 

“What?” 

“I’m not very good at explaining myself. I thought if you knew the poem, you’d–” He laughs near your cheek. “I hated everything. It wasn’t James’ fault. He did make me sick of it sometimes, but I just wanted to hide from everything.” He breathes out slowly. “I’ve never wanted to hide from you. I can’t get sick of you. Do you get that? I can’t get sick of you. Listening to you is the best part of my day, you’re my personal chatterbox.” 

“Chatterbox,” you repeat teasingly. 

“You could talk for Wales,” he says. “And I love it, I don’t want you to stop, because I’ll never be sick of it.”

“I don’t want it to be some secret resentment.”

“I don’t resent you for anything. I knew exactly who you were when we met and I love it.” He takes your face again. “I love it,” he repeats. 

You steal a little kiss against the corner of his lips. “What was the poem?” you ask. 

“I’ll find my book, and you can read it to me. What do you think?” He takes a slow kiss as you had in the same place, words like honey. “I miss your voice.” 

He’s basically pleading. It’s not like Sirius to plead, but you pull it out of him. 

“Can I have my dinner first?” 

“The one I made while you deprived me?” he asks. “Yes, if you must.” 

He takes another kiss, but you’re happy to give it. 

[defnotsoju]

HER FIRST TIME

ILLIT'S MINJU × Y/N ( M READER )

Minju was one of those girls who always made you have mixed emotions about them. She was innocent, beautiful and very kind. Something that sometimes annoyed you about her, but at the same time sometimes made you happy.

In this situation, specifically, it annoyed you more. She was so sexy, lately her company had been making her wear too short skirts, which was pleasing to your eyes. You always had wet dreams with her for as long as you could remember, at least it happened to you often, even if not every time. You both went to the same high school, but after graduation you lost contact for a while. She began to pursue her dream of becoming an idol and now barely even communicates with her own parents, who by the way have always liked and shipped you both. A thought you actually liked.

Every night you went to bed thinking about her and even though you fucked other whores, you never stopped throbbing your cock while watching her first fancams of her debut song 'Magnetic' by ILLIT, which only fed your arouse and your desire to fulfill your dream of fucking her tight pussy. Oh yeah! You were sure she was tight just by the way the stripe on her pussy were clearly defined while wearing white safety shorts.

You heard from a mutual friend of both of you that she will be staying in Busan this week. This thought had excited you so much that you had spent the whole day trying to look good for your upcoming meeting, for which she doesn't even know about.

When you met, the situation didn't seem awkward. You talked about a lot of different things from the kind of school memories you two had. You talked about her idol career and that's actually how happy she is that her dream came true. Overall, hanging out with friends was nice because the old company was back together. Only now they had left you two alone outside, and you were thinking about so many things.

"I missed hanging out with you like this." She said causing you to raise your eyebrows and look at her in surprise. Did she miss you? Time with you? You looked at her confused. You wasn't actually confused, but you pretended not to understand. This made her pout.

"Say it again because I didn't hear you."

Minju folded her arms in front of her body as we walked towards her empty apartment in an affluent district of Busan.

"I told you I miss spending time with you. Are you happy now? Ya! Y/N! Why are you like that?"

You started laughing and she slapped you on the shoulder. You looked at her and instead of getting mad at her you slapped her as well, but on her butt, which made her put her hand on it and jump in surprise.

"I missed you too, Minju."

"Don't do it again! What if someone sees us and I'm in trouble? You'll live your life, but I'll have angry fans after me!"

When did this happen? Both of you were walking, and now you were in her bedroom home. The room was dark red in color, it had a very beautiful interior, and on both sides of the bedroom there were lamps whose light was warm.

You can't figure out when you sent her home and how it all happened, but you're so pleased you can't even complain. Her body lay under yours while you were on top of her. You looked with a confused look at her semi-naked body, whose curves were clearly defined. Minju had a really sexy body that you craved to fuck already. Her soft breasts bounced slightly when you entered her pussy with your erection. You watched her beautiful moaning face howling in pain but also pleasure for the reason that you had just taken her virginity. Damn it! Why was she so beautiful?

At one point she had quite started moaning loudly but also pushing you lightly with her hand which seemed to automatically make you press your pelvis against hers. This made her moan loudly and you covered her mouth with your hand.

"And you mean to tell me you haven't been fucked before? You're too hot Minju.. it's a shame your CEO hasn't fucked you or the guys in the company. Better that way. You're mine now."

Your movements were difficult because of how tight she was down there. This narrowness made you curse but in a raspy voice, and finally you leaned over her and kissed her soft lips. Her lips were so juicy and she was gagging herself in her own saliva because of the way she was constantly moaning and shaking under your body. She was so tiny. Her body was petite and when she is by your side she always boosts your man ego. Over time you roughed up your movements inside her, her warm walls hugs your cock that was throbbing inside her desperate to cum.

"Y..Y..Y/N..!! Don't stop fucking me. Damn it! I'll cum!"

"What if I don't let you?" You asked with a sly smile, stopping your movements for a moment. This startled her and she started moving her pelvis up and down on her own. She was exactly the needy slut you wanted to see. This was the light in which YOU wanted to see Minju. How she desperately rubs into you to cum and begs you, followed by a whimpering.

"Then stop moaning so loudly and be a good girl to me. Open your mouth" You ordered her, and she obeyed you. You spat in her mouth and slapped one of her medium sized tits which made her purse her lips. You didn't like this action of hers, so you allowed yourself to slap her again, but this time on her pussy. This caused Minju to arch her neck back and begin writhing her body on the soft thousand dollar mattress. You noticed that there was blood on your hand. It was her virgin blood. The sheets were in blood, her thighs, you were in her blood yourself, but that motivated you enough to keep going until you felt yourself starting to cum inside her. You filled her tight hole with your cum, but that orgasm didn't even stop you because your goal was for her to cum too.

You gripped one of her legs below the knee and spread the other wide, using your fingers on her clit, which you rubbed hard and fast as your pelvis crashed against hers. Your balls started hitting her small but shapely ass as you watched her boobs bounce with your predatory eyes.

The moment she came you stayed deep inside her, causing her to shake her body intensely, especially her legs and moan even louder, finally pulling away from her. You began slapping your cock against her reddened pussy, finally beginning to rub it between her pussy lips.

You watched with interest as your white liquid flowed from her hole, unable to hold back and lick her pussy. This made her cover her lips with her hand, but you pushed her hand away and continued to lick her greedily.

"Did you think that was the end?"

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AO3 VERSION HERE

[lilaccmilk]

If you think I'm pretty, lay your hands on me.

(know you can't stop thinkin' 'bout it)

rich vampire bf! goes feral after you ask his opinion while lingerie shopping; contains: smut obv, vampire stuff(blood drinking, fangs), mention of aphrodisiac

You were out shopping. After shopping for the clothes and all, you decided to buy lingerie. Confused on which one buy, you decided to send pictures of you in both lingeries to your boyfriend who was at work; asking him for his opinion.

First mistake.

He texted you to buy them both. “But it’s expensive babe” you said to the man monster. He scoffed and asked you to buy them both using his card. “Fine then. I’ll be sure to show everything that I bought to you tonight!! Like a fashion show!” you exclaimed.

Second mistake.

Your boyfriend encouraged you to buy more but you shot down that idea. “Lemme continue shopping now, bye, love you” you hung up the phone.

Returning home, you took a bath and wore your boyfriend’s hoodie.

Third mistake.

He loved seeing you in his clothes, liking how they were oversized on you. You being covered in his scent was another thing that calmed the beast inside of him. You hear the opening of door and rushed to greet your boyfriend. He said nothing but just inhaled your scent, pulling you closer.

“Go freshen up!! Have to show you the dresses” you excitedly said, “Hm sure, start with the lingerie f’me yeah?” He spoke in a strained voice, as if holding himself back.

A while later, he was sitting on the bed, waiting patiently. You tried on the flimsy clothing—as if it could be called that. You laughed to yourself. You had sent a picture of you in a different coloured one, but as a surprise you got it in your boyfriend’s favourite colour — royal blue. You stepped out in front of him and looked at him expectantly. “How is it?” You give him a twirl.

Fourth and final mistake. All of these mistakes now tumble down from the edge upon you and you’ve got the consequence, in the form of your vampire lover.

You barely turn to face him again, before a snarl rips put of his throat and in an instant he’s picking you up and throwing you on the bed, with a sense of utter urgency.

“Fucking hell, been teasing me all day, sending pictures of you dolled up and pretty while I’m at work” he grunts out staring at you with eyes darkened by lust. For a moment he looks more like an incubus than a vampire. But when he leans to kiss your neck, marking you as his, his sharp fangs grazing your skin, clear all your doubts. He sinks them into your neck, drinking your blood. The aphrodisiac in his fangs enter your bloodstream, making your mind hazy and overcome with clouds of lust.

He gets out of his clothes, resuming the assault on his neck. You writhe in pleasure and —rip!

You gasp as the lace fabric tears open like paper in the hands of your boyfriend. “That was expensive” you say in shock. “I’ll buy you ten more.” He grits out, “Focus on me.”

He runs his finger through your clit, “Haven’t even done anything and you’re so wet f’me?” He muses and brings his cock in line with your cunt. He slowly slides himself in you, letting out a low hiss and the tightness and warmth.

Without waiting for you to adjust, he starts thrusting himself at a brutal pace. “What were you thinking princess? That you can rile me up and be left unmarked?—hah!” He pants out between thrusts.

“Didn’t -hngg-mean to rile you up-ah” you pant out pathetically. All your thoughts leaking out of you and onto his cock. “But you did my love” he growled. He loved you sure, but right now he was fucking you like he doesn’t.

He looks like he is in a trance, watching his cock piston in and out, in and out, in–

“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “Mine.” He ‘s got you in a mating press, your knees all the way over to your chest. You feel flames of pleasure lick up your insides, trying to bring you over the edge. It doesn’t help that the words from your boyfriend make you feel lewd.

“This pussy was –hah– made to be mine. You were made to be mine.” One last thrust and pleasure washes over you in overwhelming waves. Thick ropes of cum fill your pussy. You pant heavily, feeling tired.

By the time you think that he is done with you, you look like you’ve been thrown to the wolves. But no— he is a vampire— a creature of the night. And the night has only just begun. You riled up the beast and now you have to deal with the consequences.

my ancestors must be feeling real proud of me rn 😌

[d3vilcvntz]

silly little crush ♡

top male reader x bottom male character

he has a crush on you for months but feels like he have no chance with you because of your difference in personality. you were the outgoing and loud type of person who have lots of friends. he's basically the opposite of you, shy and can barely makes any friends. he admired you since the first time you approached him. you were just asking the directions to the building as you're new in this department, but something about that small interaction drives him crazy and he doesn't know why. he keeps ignoring these feelings as it's just a silly little crush and he'll probably move on from it later.

he was 2 years older than you, making him your senior so you did talk to him quite a lot after that because he have more knowledge than you. asking him how to do this and that, he's not complaining though. it's actually part of his day that he really looks forward to, even though he doesn't want to admit it.

you did tried to invite him to hang out sometimes but each times, he would just declined and said that he's busy. he's not actually, he just hate interacting with people, other than you of course. he would be down to hang out if it's just two of you though, but it will be weird for him to ask so he just wait for you to do it first. he just doesn't want to be seen as desperate

and the wait is worth it because you did ended up inviting him to hang out at your place. innocently asking him to teach you how to organise some files because you didn't know how to, which is not the main reason why you invited him over obviously. you actually knew about his feelings but keep it casual to see if he'll do anything about it. you taken a liking to him too since the day you got the job. he looks so cool doing his works that it made you wonder how he'll looks like in bed, getting ruined by you

you got bored waiting so why not make the first move ? he arrived at your place and both of you started talking about works as he helped you organised the files like you asked. you offered him to drink with you and get to know each other, i mean, you guys are coworkers after all but barely knows anything about one another. both of you were slowly getting drunks while sharing some personal stories

honestly, it's your first time seeing him this talkative. he's usually quiet in the office. he's so cute like this <3 the way he laughed everytime you make a joke, even though it's a lame one "i actually don't have that much friends so I don't really enjoy going to work everyday.. well that's until i met you" he said, taking another sip on his drink. you were shocked at the sudden topic but just smiled at him, waiting for him to continue "you know..it's funny that i actually like you even though we barely know each other" he spoke again

you paused for a moment "is this a confession?" you teased him, looking at him directly "...what?...wait..wait! i didn't mean that way ! i mean.." he basically panicked, stuttering on his words, face flushed "im sorry..im sorry... i must have creep you out.. i just-" before he can even finish his sentence, you gave him a kiss on the lips, a quick one

he was shocked and quickly backed away, there's a lot he wanted to say and ask but he didn't know why he feels like all of it just got stuck in his throat "i like you too" you told him, getting closer to him. that just answered all of his questions. "the feelings are mutuals then?" you asked him, giving a little smile. he feels like he's about to burst

both of you were in your bed now, you pushed him down, making him lay on it "can i?" you asked, fingers fiddling with his buttons which he responded with a simple yes. you unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his body to you. he's so pretty ♡

his hands grabbed on your shirt, basically asking you to take it off too. you slide your hand in his pants, teasing his cock. he moans so sweetly in your ear <3 you want to hear more of it, no, you need to hear more of it. slowly pulling off his pants and underwear, pouring lube all over your fingers and sliding one of it inside him

you're trying your best to take it slow and make it enjoyable for both of you. you added more fingers as time went by, getting him all stretched out and ready for you

you were trying to grab the condom by your bedside before he stopped you, eyes avoiding yours "we don't need that..it's okay if it's you" he whispered softly. shit, don't think you can't even control yourself anymore if he's this cute !

pushing your cock into him, watching how his hole swallowed you up. thrusting into him with a slow pace to get him used to it. his hands gripping the sheets, soft moans filling up the room. you began to pick up the pace and thrust deeper into him, chasing your own orgasm as well as his

you both came soon after, holding onto each other. you laid beside him with your cock still inside him as you whispered nothing but sweets into his ear, calming him down from his high

you slowly pulled out your cock, earning cute whimpers from him "no...it's gonna leak out" he said so sweetly, shoving his fingers inside his hole to keep your cum inside

it takes everything in you to not just do another round but you wanted to be gentle as this is his first time after all <3 you stood up from the bed to prepare the bath for both of you, trying to distract yourself. you have to clean it all up after all, don't want to sleep all sweaty and sticky

sitting in the bathtub together, cuddling with him between your legs as he leaned onto your chest "this is like a dream to me" he suddenly said, looking up at you with a soft smile. ah, this might be the best day in your life <3

a/n: this is so normal compared to my other works lmfao

[artdcnaldson]

im so glad youre matching my freak on this (patricks sister au) because im actually so not normal about it. i havent thought about anything else all day, many more thoughts are in my head about this, i need art so badly

his restraint grows wearier every time you're on his bed in your slutty outfits making puppy eyes at him. its only gotten worse since he let it slip that he does want you, but just cant. it seems like youre in his room every day now. tiny shorts or even worse, tiny tennis skirts. the kind where he can see another one of many lacy pairs of panties every time you adjust yourself. he makes it a point to always sit at his desk, or even stand, he needs the distance.

one night hes dragging you back from a stupid frat party, one of those with a dress up theme thats really just an excuse to have the girls dress extra slutty, and oh boy did you deliver. youre not too drunk, but hes carrying you over his shoulder regardless, its just faster that way. (youre not complaining, you get to stare at his ass the whole way back to his dorm) and maybe youre acting more drunk than you are, just so he wont bring you to your own room, but he'll have to let you sleep in his.

then you're laying in his bed, surrounded by his scent, maybe even dressed in another one of his shirts and maybe just a pair of panties. watching him as he gets ready for bed (he always refuses to share the bed with you but sleeps on thr carpet on his floor instead), brushing his teeth, changing his shirt, complaining about some guy who was trying too hard to flirt with you, getting too close to you. its all too much, you really cant help it, maybe you can even blame the few shots of tequila your friends had made you take earlier that night, but your hand trails down under the sheets. you cant help but touch yourself, gently, barely even feeling it. but youre just so turned on by him, being this close to him, his possessiveness. whats a girl to do!!!!

he hears the little moan you let out, he tries so hard to ignore it. to control himself. truly hes not surprised. he keeps talking, pretending he didnt hear you. but when he turns around, its just too much. he cant help but tell you how pathetic youre being, he means for it to come out sterner, meaner, it was meant to deter you. instead he hears you moan again, so pathetic. it shouldnt egg him on, he should tell you to stop, to leave, to pull your hand out of your damn panties. he should tell you to quit being such a slut. why is it turning you on when he tells you youre being pathetic? why are you moaning louder when he says you can never have his cock? he cant help but taunt you :(((

(i can keep going, just ask lol)

GODDDDDD this au has me salivating so badly it’s crazy like this ask made me go take a lap, had to walk on my treadmill and clear my head. I feel so insane rn

Bc why IS he getting so weird and protective over you? Why is he mad that you were practically dry humping some loser from the fucking swim team that you looked like a fucking slut out there, and you should be embarrassed, honestly.

And god, he really does sound pissed about it, and you’re still pretty buzzed from the party, too, everything feels really slow and hazy and there’s an insistent throbbing need between your thighs. you’re so wet it’s soaking through the skimpy, slutty panties you were wearing.

“You should really fucking have some standards.”

Mhmm. Yeah. You should. He should totally keep telling you all about it. You sigh, slip your fingers between your thighs— all wet and sticky and sensitive. You moan, just barely, but he freezes a little. You can see the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he grips the edges of the sink. But then he’s right back to bitching at you.

“What the fuck did you think was gonna happen, huh? Did you think I’d go over there and rip you off of that dickhead? That I’d get so jealous I’d finally fuck you like you want?”

You moan, louder, and that’s when he turns. His jaw is set, clenched as he watches your hand move beneath the sheets. You’re completely unabashed as he watches you, he watches your legs spread slightly, can tell your fingers have gone from toying with your clit to being stuffed inside your pussy.

And he laughs. “God, this is really fucking pathetic, you know that, don’t you?”

You nod, whimper out a, “mhmm.” You’re looking at him through half-lidded eyes, all hazy and soft. And your hand is moving faster beneath the blankets, and god, he wants to move it so fucking badly. Wants to watch, to see how wet you are for him.

It would be so easy to just rip that blanket off— his fingers are fucking twitching with the need to. He almost does, almost loses himself in it.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking desperate,” he says, arms crossed, trying to ignore how fucking good you sound now that you’re not muffling your moans. “You think fucking yourself in my bed is going to change anything? It just makes you look like a slut. You know how embarrassed I’d be if you were my sister? You’re fucking lucky I don’t tell Patrick what you’re up to.”

You whine, pouting as you thrust your fingers deeper inside your cunt. You’re so close already, just want to cum, want him to rip off the blankets and fuck you into the mattress. “Please,” you whine.

“Please? You think I’m going to fuck up my friendship with Patrick for pussy?” He’s being so mean, you’re fucking dripping down your wrist with how soaked you are. “I’m never going to fuck you. You just need to grow up and fucking accept it.”

You cum as he watches you, thighs trembling and closing around your hand. Fingers all slick and sticky when you finally slip them from your cunt. He’s staring at you, completely indiscernible. And he laughs again. Whatever. You can go ten more rounds if he just keeps talking to you.

[afro-hispwriter]

do you have any headcanons for aemond or ewan (idk if u write for real people) but what do you think either of them would be like in a relationship?

Dating Ewan Mitchell:

Ewan gives off very caring bf vibes

he definitely listens to you all the time

he has a genuine interest in what you say and he learns about you through that

he LOVES seeing you in his clothes

doesnt care if he slowly starts running out of shirts bc seeing you in them makes it better

HORROR MOVIE MARATHONS

ewan loves horror movies and if you don’t… he will respect that

but that doesn’t mean he wont try to convince you

maybe it works

maybe it doesn’t

or maybe you will just as long as you get to be cuddled up to him🤭

OMG CUDDLES

i feel like he gives AMAZING hugs so imagine just laying in your apartment together and he just pulls you into him or your in bed post sex and his arms are wrapped tight, maybe legs entwining with yours

COUPLE FIGHTS:((((((((

tbh i don’t think they would happen often, ewan seems like the guy to realize somethings wrong and bring it up to try and talk

and he seems pretty responsible so fights over chores probably wouldn’t happen

but not saying they wouldn’t happen, one that might happen is over work

if both of you are actors you might not have time too be with each other so there will be more understanding

but if you’re not a celebrity of any kind, it most likely will be a little difficult for you

ewan might but put job before you to often and that hurts:(

you have love and supported him through his hard times, you visit him on set, you go to his premieres

but it goes both ways

a fight would break out, maybe a screaming match followed by some silent treatment until one of you breaks probably ewan

it ends with make up sex

BIG BACK?

im not to sure about ewans cooking abilities since I've only even seen a mention of a steak

BUT if he can cook he probably would cook for you a lot when he can

or if he cant and you can then you’ll take on the cooking aspect

but if you’re not as together as youd like due to work or you’re having a lazy day

i see some take out or simply going out to dinner frequently

The LIL GREEN MONSTER

ngl ewan doesn’t seem like the jealous type NOW

but when his career started kicking off maybe he was a lil jealous of the people you hanged out with

or if you’re a little bit more well known than him and have an established career before him and you had been dating already

boy probably had to deal with the people you work with already and got used to it

but i see a silent jealous person in him if it comes down to it

staying right behind you

holding on to you at all times

maybe he will go as far as kissing you in front of everyone

neck kisses

A LOT of pecks

he might even get a lil handsy around the person

or he will try a full blown make out session and you’ll be like 😯🤨

you both like your privacy like the media might not even know but they will now depending on where its happening

he’s a professional but he loves you so much

but once you catch one to whats his deal

a lil talking too with some words of reassurance and a kiss ofc and he’s back to normal

The talk of MARRIAGE and/or kids probably would come up depending on how long you had been together

i can see ewan giving you a promise ring, especially if you had been dating since you were young

but i say give him two or three years and he’s on one knee

kids though….

not sure if ewan wants kids or if he does obviously just not now

so if you guys got married, kids probably wont happen immediately

unless you had an oopsie before or right after marriage

but the whippets are enough for you two for now🥰

thats all i got for now😙✌🏾

he seems like a pussy eating king ngl

legs trembling

the type to cum just by giving you pleasure

imagine the groans😩

IMAGINE THE CHAIN DANGLING

THIS ISNT A NSFW FUCKK

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a/n- first time writing a headcannon😗i know this was supposed to be both ewan and aemond but aemonds will come later🥰

[squiddy-god]

jjk cuddles

Previously squid-god-supreme, fic re-uploading currently. This is old and was written pr- everything hitting the fan so it should be spoiler free. Magical universe with no angst or gege AU lol

Geto, gojo, nanami, noya but I make fun of him

Cw: fluff, tooth rotting to hide the pain, misogyny being mocked , probably ooc but I dgaf

Geto

Catch me simping-

Ok so like I feel like he's a great cuddle partner

He's big and warm 🥺 and has strong arms 

Perfect to hold you

Likes to be the big spoon and rest his head in the crook of your neck 

Will sometimes playfully pinch your sides

His cuddles are always very secure and snug

Likes it when you lay on his chest 

Not one for initiating cuddles but won't complain if you do

I just want to hug him,,, like aowbwiebeoee big arms go brrrrr 

I bet he's oddly soft

👉👈 please hold me 

Always looks so content when holding 

you, a relaxed smile on his face 

You didn't want to move, the position was too comfortable to consider getting up. Getos arms were wrapped around you, his long hair tickling your cheek as his head rested in the crook of your neck. It was peaceful, almost dead quiet as you laid there together. It was always nice to cuddle geto in the summer, his body running on the cooler side meaning that it wouldn't become stuffy or suffocating. Letting out a small but mischievous giggle you placed a kiss in his head, just a little peck, and another, and another, until he looked up at you with a smirk. "Oh? And what did I do to deserve all of those" geto asked kissing right below your lips. "Hmmmm I don't know, just felt like it" he humed, going back to his previous position, albeit holding you a bit tighter. 

Nanami 

Tired cuddles

Always holds you close before bed and thats 99% if your cuddles

Doesn't say he wants cuddles but it's pretty obvious he's tired and wants you in his arms 

This isn't a negotiation

Nanami's cuddles are very secure and comfortable, but also very loose

He just drapes his arm over you and boom, optimal cuddle position 

Is fine being the big or little spoon but prefers positions where your both holding each other

Likes lap cuddles, weather that's his head in your lap, your head in his, or you sitting in his lap

Peace and quiet, two things that nanami enjoyed. No Annoying Qtip sorcerer trying to mess with him, just you rested snug against his chest. His hand traced loose circles on your back while you listened to his steady breathing. It was times like this when he felt most content, moon high in the sky and day over, no space between the two of you but neither presence feeling suffocating, and it helped that he was warm. With your arms wrapped around his torso you gave a gentle squeeze just to let him know you were awake. He appreciated it, and all the little things you do. 

Gojo

I have ✨thoughts✨ about this 

First off he smells surprisingly nice, like he smells like sweets and a bakery 

It's a 50/50 chance on whether you get god tier cuddles or are left wheezing in pain on the floor

Because sometimes he will chose violence and start a tickle war, and how can you win 🤡

Little spoon gojo! He kinda koala hugs you and won't let go 

Asks for lots of cuddles but ends up pulling you into them whenever you walk by 

It's always a tangle of limbs with this lanky boy 

Ah yes, another movie night and another bad horror film; however the monster wasn't on the screen but rather the one tangled up with you on the couch. "Let me go- i'm gonna get more popcorn" pretending to ponder it for a moment, his cheek squished against your chest. "Nope! The only snack I need is you~" oh how you wished to wipe that smirk off his face. Trying to wriggle free from his grasp was impossible, "ah ah ah, I wouldn't try that if I were you~" he said in a Threateningly playful tone, his fingers tapping against your sides. You, not looking to catch those hands, relented, eyes going back to the cheap film. 

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*.・゜゜・｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆-: ✧ :-゜・．

Noya

Who??? 

W h O??? Who would want this man within 50 feet of them? 

Smh 

Probably smells like to much axe body spray because he doesn't want "girly" scents

If you cuddle this man your asking for it lmao because it's horrible

Always crumbs in the bed (hint: he's the crumb in the bed)

I imagine him with like a really smooth voice but he won't stfu 

Seriously never stops talking

Switches cuddle positions every 5 seconds

Refuses to be little spoon 

"Go back to the kitchen"

[fandomzwriterk]

Hey, hello! Can I ask a question about mk? How do the characters treat an extremely lazy reader? Like, extremely lazy, and indifferent to everything in the world?

From the characters, can I have Bi Han, Smoke, and Raiden?

A/n: ohhhh I’m glad you asked

Bi-Han

-> might be the worst out of the three of them

-> actively tries to get you up every day and not (according to him) “sit on your ass everyday while everyone else works hard”

-> might actually try and set up “traps” around base so you’re always on your toes

-> will forcefully pull you out of bed and throw you outside, even if you’re half dressed

-> according to him, every person needs to be ready for an “attack”

-> in this case, you were definitely not ready

-> Will absolutely NOT join you in any “activities” that would be within the realm of “lazy” like laying in bed all day, sharing snacks, or just staying inside all day

-> will get SUPER mad if anyone but him manages to get you outside for the day

-> has beat the shit out of Kuai for it too

-> he secretly would join you any day you decided to not go out, but pressure of being Grandmaster keeps him from doing so

-> will eventually ask you why you don’t want to join him in the Lin Kuei

-> eventually understands it not up to him, but he wants you to be safe

-> as a “joke” he sends initiates to “attack” you to mess with you

-> yes, he’s always watching but never lets himself meddle in whatever you decide to do

-> yes, he will also use you as a “punching bag” even though he swears to “go easy”

-> after he betrays his brothers, he forcefully takes you with him

-> practically keeps you hostage at that point but you don’t mind, it’s not like you’re in the mood to leave him anyways

Smoke

-> very understanding of it and your choices

-> will join you every once in awhile to do whatever you want

-> he never says anything to hurt your feelings even though he thinks you should join him on training

-> often sends Kuai or Harumi to check on you when he’s away

-> low-key wants to teach you his tricks anyways, mostly how to disappear and reappear

-> likes cuddling on a couch or bed or hell anywhere comfortable as long as it’s with you

-> sometimes you two watch a show or movie together

-> he will fall asleep on you or vice versa

-> either way, he doesn’t mind

-> literally sleeps like a cat when he’s around you and when he’s comfortable

-> in many cases, he falls asleep within five feet of you, even when you get up and walk around

-> will not hesitate to beat anyone who’s mean to you though

-> supportive through anything

-> often says “fuck it” to things to spend time with you

-> yes, he even says assassins need breaks

-> when you wake up, he’s definitely passed out with you in his arms much like a cat sleeps on your chest

-> idk why im comparing him to a cat but this is literally a perfect description of how my bf is

Raiden

-> is the one pulling you around with him everywhere you go even if you don’t want to

-> even though you might be lazy, he practices extra hard just to flex to the other men when you’re around

-> like Tomas, he indulges in whatever guilty pleasures you might have

-> much like Bi-Han though, he often pulls “pranks” on you with Kung Lao

-> secretly steals some of your things like snacks when you’re not looking, just because he is too proud to cave into eating them when you’re around

-> much like Tomas, he sends Kung Lao or Liu Kang to check on you when he’s fighting in tournaments

-> knows you won’t come to a lot of them so he often snags anything you have (ex a brooch/medallion/ring) to have it on him when he fights

-> whenever Kung Lao runs his mouth about you, he won’t hesitate to put him in his place

-> very peaceful and loves seeing you fall asleep anywhere so he can place his coat or top on you like a blanket

-> even if you’re not there, he thinks of you and wants to win even more when he does

-> HAS beat the shit outta Johnny for saying you’re lazy and boring

-> his guilty pleasure? Skipping “class” to join you on whatever you want to do

-> has been caught once or twice

A/N: I hope this was good I just went with what seemed in character for each guy… or maybe I’m just super impartial to Smoke cause he’s my fave and he acts so much like my bf (my bf is the oldest of 6)🤣🤣🤣

[torturedpoetmanor]

heyyyy twinnn 🤗🤗🤗🤗

can i request ej sfw and maybe nsfw head canons pleaseeee🙏🙏 more specifically for a shy reader (yk me) 😞😞

thank you twin!! mwah 🤍

Eyeless jack general SFW & NSFW headcanons

SPECIALTY: headcanons, SFW, NSFW

CW(S): fem!reader, public sex, breeding, praise, dumbification, oral sex (m!receiving), nicknames (sweet girl, little lamb, etc), P in V, vanilla sex, hair pulling,

LMK IF I MISSED ANY :3

A/N: ty twin for help starting the creepypasta acc with this request MWAH hope u enjoy

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳SFW

So you two kinda met before his whole..yk demon thing

meaning u guys dated!! And it went smoothly until he disappeared…

He disappeared for a long time which meant he ghosted you but soon came back

he didn’t mean to scare you he really didn’t :(

He just wanted to apologize for ghosting you, he tried to calm you down as quick as possible to explain everything

He knew you were still scared since it’s not everyday you see a grey skinned person with sharp teeth and mask to hide his face

He instantly saw you get shy on him again which he remembered it when he first met you

You tried to avoid eye contact as much as possible, talked in a soft voice, fiddle with you hands, played with your clothes even

“I missed you, sweet girl”

“I missed you..ah..too..”

“Getting shy on me again hm? My poor baby is she nervous seeing me again?~”

“I’m going to bed..”

Everytime you say ur going to bed he knows its because you’re flustered

Would definitely steal stuff for you and leave them on your nightstand before morning!!

Tries to keep you away from the slendermansion and forest as much as possible since he doesn’t want the other hurting you

He’s really happy you accepted how he looks and is now, he really is, he understands if it takes awhile to getting used too but he doesn’t mind waiting

if your grossed out and don’t want to see him anymore, if you say the word, he’ll leave

“Here you go, babydoll, a perfect necklace for a perfect girl”

He protects you 24/7

If you don’t think he’s around, trust me, he is, he doesn’t want other flirting or being mean to you

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳NSFW

Now before his whole transformation the sex between you guys was good, very passionate and lovely

But post transformation WEEHHH ITS STEAMY

He loves fucking you until your brain turns into mush or making u so so so dumb for him

His dick is more longer than before hehehe…

He loves watching you suck his dick, the way your head goes down and how his dick hits the back of your throat, he’s on cloud 9

He loves pulling your hair to make you suck him faster and the way your throat bulges everytime you go down

Jack loves taking you behind your home or a safe place in the forest to fuck you. Jack always wanted to get frisky in public so he thought this was a good idea

the day when you said it was alright to try it. The both of went to the forest at night, jack laying out a think blanket and a pillow for you to relax on

He helped you get undressed so quick as he did the same with himself

Watching you get on your back, jack felt himself get more horny than he already was

Then after he inserted himself into you it was all over for you and him

‧͙⁺˚*･༓☾ a little drabble ☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

“Ah! Oh jack! M-more!” Y/N moaned out as he gripped his shoulders. Jack just smirked as he went faster and harder, gripping the blanket under you. “You like that little lamb? The way I hit all your sweet spots?” “Y-yes! Oh fuck..” all you could do was moan out more as your eyes roll in the back of your head.

When you two had sex you always knew he could make you scream. But what you always forgot when you two do it was jack knows all your sweet spots to make you dumb for him. Hitting the spots Jack begins to move at an angle hitting your sweet spot inside your pussy as he played with your clit. All you could do was drool and lean your head back more.

“Does my little lamb like it? Or is she too dumb to speak right now?” All you could make out was moans. “My baby, so out of her mind, I guess that’s what I do when I get to pound ur pretty pussy, don’t worry I’ll keep going and make you cum as much as possible~”

[by-april-march]

First off, I love your fics, they’re so yummy.

BUT. If you do a fic of a soft dom Kyle taking the reader’s virginity. I WILL BE FOAMING AT THE MOUTH.

Ughhhh, him making her look into his eyes as they finish together, him praising her, all that good shit.

Thank you! <3333

You made my day!! You can have whatever you want!! 🥰😍

Kyle x F! Reader

[Also available on Ao3!]

I held my breath.

“No way,” Kyle said, “You’re still a virgin?”

And just like that, our hot and heavy make-out session ground to a halt. We weren’t a couple or anything, just friends who fooled around sometimes, but it never went further. For obvious reasons.

I swallowed thickly, “I was just waiting for the right guy. Then I waited too, long… I don’t know,”

I stood next to him near the foot of his bed and waited for each and every one of my dating choices to be heavily scrutinized.

“I just assumed – I mean, guys have been chasing after you for as long as we’ve known each other,” He mused, “You give good head for a girl who’s never fucked before,”

I snatched my blouse from off the edge of the bed and he grabbed my wrist, “Stop,”

I glared at him, “What?”

“Nineteen’s not that bad, come on,” He shrugged.

My face felt hot, “...That’s easy for you to say,”

“Do you want me to walk you through it?” He asked.

“Really?” I asked skeptically, “You’d do that for me?”

“...Yeah,” Kyle tightened his grip on my wrist and I dropped my blouse to the floor.

I searched his face as I looked up at him and my heartbeat started pounding in my ears, “Why?”

“Come on,” He scoffed, “You know we’re not just fucking friends, right?”

I couldn't stand it anymore, so naturally, I kissed him. Kyle held onto my wrist and his other arm wrapped around me and pulled me firmly against him as his tongue slid in my mouth. I felt a familiar warmth between my legs as our tongues turned over each other. His hand ran down my back and over my ass. He gave me a firm squeeze, pulling up the back of my skirt. I could feel his hard-on pressed against me and I wanted him more than ever.

“Take off your skirt,” He said, finally letting go of my wrist, “Get on the bed,”

As Kyle pulled off his shirt, I unzipped the side of my skirt and shimmied out of it. After it fell to the floor, I stepped backward and sat down on the edge of the bed as I watched him unbutton and unzip his pants.

“Lay down,” He said finally unveiling his thick cock.

I laid back and was painfully aware of his eyes on me as he stroked himself. He hooked his fingers in my panties, slowly pulling them down to my ankles, and then he tossed them somewhere I wasn’t privy to.

Okay, now I was agonizingly aware of his eyes on my naked body. He climbed on top of me and his hand dipped between my legs.

He traced my slit and his face slid into a smirk, “You’re already so wet,”

He started massaging my clit and my breath hitched while I instinctively grabbed a handful of the blanket.

Kyle kissed my neck, “You’re too tense,”

His hot breath on my skin felt amazing, I could feel the tension in my body ease as if he’d just popped a muscle relaxer in my mouth.

"Good girl," He smiled.

He rubbed up and down, spreading my desire all over my slit before sliding a finger inside. I took a quick uneven breath, and he surprised me as he slid a second into me. We’d fooled around before, I’d blown him, and he’s felt me up and went down on me, but we’d never felt each other like this before.

Another first.

“Fuck,” Kyle groaned as he carefully primed me with his fingers, “You’re so tight,”

My eyes rolled and my back arched as he hit the sweet spot he knew would make me come. I could feel myself fasten up around him, and when it happened I was pretty sure I heard his breath hitch along with mine. He kissed me hard, pushing his tongue in my mouth and my orgasm hit me like a tidal wave. I cupped his face in my hands and moaned into his mouth so loud I was almost embarrassed after the fact. As the wave of pleasure overtook me, the only things I could feel or think about were his fingers and his tongue.

Kyle pulled his hand back and sat up as I laid there panting. He slid a finger in his mouth and sucked off my slick with a smile.

He leaned back over me and lightly licked my top lip, “Are you ready?”

I nodded cautiously.

He rubbed the head of his cock up and along my soft, wet skin and I sucked in a breath as he put a small amount of pressure on my clit before sliding back down to my entrance. I held my breath as he finally, thankfully, pushed a little bit inside me. He stopped for the briefest moment and pushed with more force.

Kyle moaned and I gasped as he squeezed inside, “...Fuck,” we said almost in unison.

I took a deep breath, it really felt like he was stretching me out. I whimpered as he began to slowly shift in and out of me.

He cradled my face in his hand, “Are you okay?”

I nodded and he smirked, “You’re taking me so well,”

He kissed me and his hand slid down to my chest. His hips were really picking up speed as he caressed and squeezed my breast. He rolled his thumb over my nipple and I whined.

“No wonder you’re so sensitive,” Kyle gave me a light pinch, “No one else has ever touched you like this,”

His hand slid down again and he quickly found my clit. My back arched as he started massaging me again in tight circles.

“God. Every time I touch you...” He mumbled against my lips, “You get even tighter,”

He kissed me and as our tongues met, I knew I was close to going over the edge.

“You feel so fucking good. Giving yourself to me like this--” Kyle groaned, “You're gonna force me to come inside you,”

"You're gonna-- I'm gonna," I panted helplessly as he kissed me again.

He cupped a hand to my cheek and as I met his gaze I felt my entire body tremble.

"I need to feel you come," He kissed me hard and as his tongue rolled over mine, I couldn't stop it.

If my first orgasm that night was a tidal wave, this was a tsunami. My entire body tensed and I couldn’t fight it at all. I could feel my entire pussy squeeze him while my nails pressed into his back and my toes even curled. Our kiss broke as we both released loud, shuddering, gasping moans.

"Look at me," He ordered as he plunged into me deeply and I felt his hips jerk.

I whimpered powerlessly at his mouth, watching him watch me, as his cock pumped me full of hot, sticky spurts.

When he finally rolled off of me, I laid next to him as he panted. I couldn’t believe that Kyle of all people had just done all of that for me.

“Are you still okay?” He asked gently, "You did great,"

I nodded quickly and he smiled as he scanned my face, “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing – Just that,” I unsuccessfully tried to fight a smile, “I’m glad it was you,”

[dracure]

Warning: mention of menstrual blood

Imagine trans Evan who feels sick on his period and Barty just casually offers to eat him out because he has a blood kink. When he’s done he just looks up at Evan with a giant grin on his face with blood all over his mouth. Bro is actually a vampire.

nsfw.

vampire barty is about as canon to me as gof barty is. so this…yeah absolutely. and it becomes a common occurrence actually. but the first time it happens is after a long day, evan is lying on the sofa feeling half dead, barty’s got energy, he’s moving around the house getting things done before nighttime. he wonders over to evan at one point and tells him to go to bed and that he’ll be up soon. evan groans because he doesn’t want to move so barty picks him up instead, carrying him bridal style to bed. he lays him down in the middle of the bed and sits beside him. “do you feel ill?” he asks, and he sounds so sweet when he does. so in love. evan nods miserably muttering, “obviously.” barty says “i can help with that,” and before evan can process what thay means, barty’s over him, crawling down his body until he’s sat between his knees. he glances up at evan who’s staring, lips parted, cheeks rosy, back at him. barty maintains eyes contact and begins kissing the inside of his thighs, curling his fingers over the waistband of evan’s shorts and slowly pulling them down, only lifting his mouth of him when he has to to slip the shorts off. evan squirms. “barty—what—” “shh let me get you off” barty interrupts before dropping his mouth on evan’s clit.

evan’s hips buck upwards against barty’s face. barty laughs against him. the vibrations make evan whine, clutching one hand in the sheets as the other tangles in barty’s thick hair. there's already blood on barty's face when he lifts his head enough that evan can see how whole face, but barty's mouth just as quickly attaches back to evan's cunt. barty circles fingers around evan's clit as he starts to eat him out, gathering blood on his tongue and swallowing, squeezing evan's thigh and groaning against his cunt. barty's uncomfortably hard in his pjs and evan's already so close to cumming. barty's getting so hot thinking about fucking into this warm blood cunt of evan's that he doesn't think he'll function properly again until he does. evan cums on barty's tongue, writhing on the bed and moaning, pulling sharply on barty's hair until barty has to pull away to ease the intense pain on his scalp. "mm baby," he mutters, smiling giddily and licking the remaining blood from around his mouth although he knows he can't reach all of it.

"fuck me," evan blurts quickly. "you have to fuck me." barty just beams in response for a moment before he can even begin to get ready for that

p.s. this isn’t rosekiller but i wrote a vampire smut fic for alurhy (from shades of magic) and if you squint they could be rosekiller. ao3.

[syoish-aot]

I can't stop thinking about this really obscure reader/eren idea so hear me out:

post canon (sort of???)

reader/eren

reverse isekai & memory loss

not smut (sorry)

word count: 690

*********

The last thing Eren remembers is the chaste press of Mikasa's lips against his as the world fades away into nothing.

The first thing Eren feels is the ticklish brush of your lips against his as the world comes back into view.

He died. He knows he died because that was the whole damn point of almost destroying the world. Almost killing everyone so his friends have someone to stop and they can be seen as heroes instead of devils.

It was his plan all along. The only plan that made sense. And he'd succeeded, he knew he had succeeded so-...

So why is he still alive?

Eren doesn't want to open his eyes, so he doesn't.

Instead, he lays there against the bed- a bed so much softer than one he'd ever had the pleasure of laying against, especially after years and years of fighting.

Eren can't remember the last time he didn't wake up sore- probably not since he was a little kid, ignorant to the truth of the world.

But right now he's not sore. Right now he's in a soft bed and the lips that had been against his had long since faded into a shuffling at the other side of the room.

Was it Mikasa? Would he open his eyes and be in that cabin he had created, just for the two of them?

If he didn't open his eyes then he could pretend that's what it was. If he didn't open his eyes he could be anywhere.

But then-

"Eren." You laugh softly, from the other side of the room.

It's not a voice he recognizes.

You look over at your boyfriend, who's still laying shirtless in bed even though it's well past eleven. It might be a Saturday, but the two of you had plans and you'd agreed the night before that you would not give them up to spend the whole day lazing around your apartment wrapped up in each other (as wonderful as that sounds right now, especially with how dreamy he looks with his face relaxed in blissful peace and his hair splayed out across the pillo- No no no no no- NO DISTRACTIONS!)

You see his eyelids twitch, meaning he’s awake but he’s purposefully trying to pretend to be asleep.

That jerk.

You figure he can have another few minutes though so you turn back to the mirror in front of you and put in your earrings. Then, you stand back and flatten out your cocktail dress. 

It’s a simple dress, but one of your favourites. Form fitting and long sleeved with soft dark blue fabric that cuts off mid thigh. It makes you feel mature, which is something you should probably already feel in your mid twenties but-... but honestly you normally feel more like a teenager playing pretend. 

Speaking of playing pretend: 

“Eren, seriously.” You laugh again as you cross the room. “We have to leave in forty five minutes and you need to take a shower.” You say as you crawl back into bed and straddle him, your thighs against his hips. You lean forwards, placing your hands against the pillow on either side of his head and lean down so your lips can ghost over the shell of his ear. “When we get back home we can do that thing you like~ and if you get up now I’ll even let you-”

Suddenly you’re flipped.

Eren has you pinned against the mattress with your hand painfully pressed against your back. 

“E-Eren!” You exclaim as your shoulder strains, wrist no doubt bruising against his tight grip. 

He’s done this to you before- playfully, with less strain against your arm and when you’re in the mood to get a little freaky but right now this- this isn’t that. This is something else.

And that’s confirmed when he finally speaks, adding a slight pressure to your arm which has you hissing in pain:

“Who the hell are you?” He demands in a tone that you don’t recognize. 

It’s your boyfriend behind you, you know it’s your boyfriend behind you.

But at the same time, it’s a total stranger.

(edit: I continued this...

PART 2 -> )

[daintylovers]

BABY OMG UR RECENT DALLY CASUAL DOMINANCE MAKES ME GO CRAZY IVE READ IT SO MANY TIMES

if ur comfortable ofc can you pretty please write a brat!tamer Dally Winston <33??

Like if you get too mouthy or have too much attitude all day he’ll punish you?

Despite popular belief I feel like hes actually pretty patient when it comes to his girl, but he still has a breaking point cause yk he is still Dallas Winston!

Thank you so much love!

*kicks feet and blushes like a slut* of course i can!!!

brat!tamer Dally feels like he's made for me-

it's not that he has a problem with you being mouthy, he loves that about you. hell, it's not even that you've had an attitude all day that's making his blood boil- he gets it, you have your days.

what's really making him want to bend you over his knee and spank your ass raw, is the fact that you're being a brat around the guys. come on now, you know his reputation. dally is this menace, someone not to be fucked with. so when his sweetheart angel baby girlfriend is rolling her eyes and giving him lip- the other guys start teasing him. and that is the breaking point.

so you're sat, huddled up in the curtis living room. and it's hot. uncomfortably hot. and dally is blowing smoke in your face. and you haven't properly eaten yet. and you're a little tired. so of course you start to get a little snippy with everyone. i mean, duh?

dally is pretty patient, so when it hits hour three of this behavior, and things have only gotten worse with you, he starts to clench his jaw. after you say something rude to soda, dally is quick to snatch your jaw into his hand, swerving your head so fast you swear you might have whiplash, what is your problem doll-face?

it's not sweet, and the pet name only further aggravates you. is that all you are to him? a doll there for whenever he wants someone to push around? the room has gone quiet- hell even the television seems to be listening in. glaring up at him through your lashes you say, you are my problem, dallas. you and your smoking is stinking up the house. it's disgusting. you're disgusting.

the full name is when he decides that the pair of you are leaving. but he lets you finish your sentence digging a deeper hole for yourself. the boys are taken aback, what happened to the sweet girl you were yesterday?

dally removes his hand from your jaw, attaching it to your bicep, yanking you off the couch so hard you go stumbling. but he's quick to catch you. drag you out the door. just for theatrics, so the boys know you'll get what's coming to you, he slams the front door closed.

neither of you says a word until you arrive at bucks. it's only when he's dragging you up the stairs do you realize the gravity of your situation. dally, I'm sorry! please, dal I'm so sorry! i was just hot and tired and i didn't mean to say that! practically pleading for your life.

he gets you into his room, and slams the door again. this time it makes you jump a little. is it bad that he likes you best like this? scared and wide-eyed, pleading with him. it's a power thing.

he sits on his bed and you stand to be in-between his spread legs. dally please, i really am sorry. i promise it won't happen again.

lay down, ass up.

you do as you are told, still pleading with him.

he flips your skirt up and the cold air has goosebumps rising.

you're gonna count. if you miss a number, i start all over again, got it?

and let's just say you have trouble sitting with everyone the next day.

[iamthejags]

Miraculous Yin Yang

I've been writing my first fanfic ever. It's a Miraculous Ladybug AU and diverges from canon after Season 3. I've posted 10 chapters on AO3 so far, but I have over 100k words written. I thought I'd post the first chapter here in case some people would be interested. Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/55274578/chapters/140214625

Chapter 1: New Guardian, New Rules

“What a night!” Marinette groaned, as she transformed back. “That villain was so tough.”

Marinette shuffled over to her desk to get a cookie for Tikki from the jar she kept there. The little red kwami settled down onto the desk to munch on her pink macaroon.

“Are you ok, Marinette?” Tikki asked between bites.

“Yes, Tikki,” Marinette said. “I’m just tired.”

Tikki finished her cookie and flew up to nuzzle against Marinette’s cheek. Marinette closed her eyes and managed a small smile.

“Thanks, Tikki,” Marinette said. “Every fight seems to take more focus and concentration than ever.”

“What do you mean?” Tikki asked.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Marinette sighed. “I don’t know. It just seems like things aren’t working the way they used to. Chat Noir and I used to be so in sync. But over the last year, it seems like that has started slipping. We, or at least I, have to work harder to work in sync during each battle. It’s exhausting.”

Marinette slowly changed into her pajamas and climbed up to her bed while talking to Tikki.

“Ever since I became Guardian, it’s like our partnership has slowly degraded,” she mused, half to herself and half to Tikki. “Before, we worked together without thinking. It was like a dance. We knew each other’s moves and simply responded. But now… now it’s like we’re both dancing to a different tune and we keep tripping on each other’s feet. I don’t know what to do. We need to get our rhythm back.”

“But you still beat all the akumas,” Tikki said.

“I know, Tikki,” Marinette said, “but it’s not the same. It takes more effort and sometimes we miss each other’s cues and the battles take longer…” she trailed off.

“You said that this started when you became the Guardian?” Tikki asked.

“Yes,” Marinette replied. “It wasn’t so noticeable at first, though. I only realized it looking back. When I think back to the day I became Guardian, we were so in sync. We had to be. We were outnumbered against some of the most powerful Miraculous holders. But we worked so well together and we won that fight. Together. But just look at tonight. We miscommunicated, the original plan failed, and we had to retreat and recharge before returning to the fight.”

“Every superhero makes mistakes, Marinette,” Tikki said. “You can’t be perfect all the time.”

“I know, Tikki,” Marinette said, laying back against her pillows. “But it feels like it goes deeper. It’s not just simple mistakes. It feels like our partnership isn’t as strong as it once was. I miss the way we use to work together,” she sighed sadly.

“What do you think is stopping that from happening?” Tikki asked.

“What do you mean?” Marinette asked.

Tikki said, “Obviously, you worked really well together before. Now you aren’t. So that means that something has to have changed. What do you think that is?”

“I mean,” Marinette said, “it started when I became Guardian. So that’s at least one thing.”

“I think that means a lot more than you realize,” Tikki told her.

“What do you mean?” Marinette asked.

“It means the entire dynamic has changed,” Tikki said. “Becoming the Guardian isn’t so simple as taking the box and a title. It’s a powerful magical shift. When Master Fu was the Guardian, the magic was shaped according to his will. Now that you are Guardian, the box has changed and so has the magical dynamic.”

Marinette lay looking at the ceiling, processing what Tikki had said.

“So,” she started slowly, “what you’re saying is that when Master Fu was around, his way of being Guardian kind of shaped the conflict, the battlefield. And now that I am Guardian, I have the power to change it?”

“Essentially, yes,” Tikki said. “There’s a lot more to it than that, but that’s the gist of it. You are still trying to fight Hawk Moth using an old set of rules. But the Guardian has a great deal of power to change the rules, including how holders interact with their Miraculous, their kwamis, and one another.”

Marinette sat bolt upright in her bed, suddenly realizing something.

“Wait a sec!” she exclaimed. “Hold on! You’re saying I can change how holders interact with each other?! I can change those rules?”

“Yes, Marinette,” Tikki said. “That is the prerogative of the Guardian. For example, at the temple everyone knows everyone’s identities and which Miraculous they use. That is the will of the Temple Guardian. But he also uses a ritual to prevent anyone from compromising anyone else’s identity. It’s similar to how we kwamis can’t say the names of our holders.”

“Why didn’t Master Fu do that?” Marinette asked. “It would have saved so much time and headache.”

“Master Fu never knew the ritual,” Tikki said. “He was far too young and inexperienced to learn it before the disaster. As a result, he adopted the policy that holders could not reveal their identities.”

“Wait a sec. Back up again,” Marinette said, another thought occurring to her. “Is Master Fu the reason that the whole horrible thing with Chat Blanc happened? Is it because we accidentally contravened his will and caused a magical problem?”

“Sort of,” Tikki said. “Chat Noir getting akumatized was certainly not Master Fu’s will at all. But yes, such a breach of his rules could conceivably contribute to triggering a disaster of that nature.”

“But why didn’t anything happen to Alya and Nino?” Marinette asked. “They knew each other’s identities for ages.”

“Probably because Master Fu cared a lot less about the wielders of the Fox and Turtle Miraculous,” Tikki hypothesized. “The most dangerous Miraculous are yours and Chat Noir’s, so he was very strict in his views as to how those holders interacted. Especially since he made mistakes choosing the holders before. But if someone got both the Turtle and Fox Miraculous, they wouldn’t be able to make a universe-ending wish like they could with yours and Chat Noir’s. But this is not something that kwamis are supposed to know much about. It’s Guardian stuff.”

Marinette realized her heart was pounding and she was breathing hard. The implications of this revelation were a lot to process. She…could…change the rules? She could know who Chat Noir is? He could know who she is? Revealing their identities would make it so much easier, especially if there was no risk of compromising their identities. Could she learn the ritual? Would Chat Noir agree to it? He had been perfect at maintaining a professional distance ever since that disastrous day when Master Fu had made Ladybug the Guardian.

Marinette missed her kitty. Even when they fought side by side, she felt like he was a million miles away. At the very least, she wanted back the warmth and camaraderie that they used to have. If there was a way that she could get that back, she was suddenly determined to try. Tikki noticed Marinette’s expression change and immediately knew what it meant.

“Kaalki could get you there,” Tikki said.

“Wha…What?” Marinette started. “Sorry, I was wrapped up inside my head. What did you say?”

“I said that Kaalki could get you there,” Tikki repeated.

“Kaalki…yes…the temple…I could go there…learn the ritual…” Marinette was deep into plan-making. “It would have to be late at night, probably, so it would be daytime there. What time zone is Tibet in anyway?”

Marinette looked at her phone. “Ok, Tibet is six hours ahead of me. So, I would have to go at something like 2 or 3 in the morning to avoid anyone noticing my absence. School starts next week, so I need to do it before that. Two days. Or a day and a half, rather. I’ll go to bed early tomorrow and then wake up really early to go to the temple. What do you think, Tikki?”

“I think the sooner, the better,” Tikki said. “I’ve thought for a long time that it would be so much better if you and Chat Noir knew who each other were.”

“You did?” Marinette asked. “Then why didn’t you say anything?”

“Because it wasn’t my place,” Tikki said. “That is completely up to the Guardian. I have no power to defy the will of the Guardian.”

“But I’ve been the Guardian for a year now,” Marinette said. “Keeping our identities secret wasn’t my will if there is a way we could know without risk.”

“But it was your will, Marinette,” Tikki said. “Even though you sort of inherited that rule from Master Fu, it became part of you.”

“Then why did you bring it up now?” Marinette asked.

“Because you were ready for it,” Tikki said.

“I was ready for it?” Marinette asked.

Tikki said, “You must have already been considering revealing your identity to Chat Noir. Have you?”

“Well, yes,” Marinette admitted. “Our dynamic started changing a year ago and not for the better. I was considering many possible solutions. That was one.”

Tikki said, “By deliberately considering it, your will changed the magical dynamic so I could speak about it. You don’t have to explicitly state your will for it to change things.”

“Wow,” Marinette breathed. “This is heavy.” She lay back against her pillows again, trying to wrap her mind around this new revelation. The Guardian had a lot more power than she ever realized. She knew now that she needed more guidance. The Temple Guardian could possibly give that to her. She had to try. This discord between her and Chat Noir had to be fixed or they would never be able to defeat Hawk Moth.

“Tomorrow night,” Marinette said to herself. “Tomorrow night. I am going to learn more tomorrow night. And maybe it will fix things between us.” Marinette smiled to herself and with that happy thought, she fell quickly to sleep.

[legacygirlingreen]

Mornings on Pabu

For week 4 of @summer-of-bad-batch's alt prompt: "You really think you're going without me? Not going to happen"

Pairing: Tech x F!Reader

Summary: An early morning on your lovely island home leads to some reflexion on how hard your lover has been working... and possibly explaining why that is...

*** no use of Y/N ***

Warnings: mildly suggestive, mentions of having children, no actual baby making activity I promise! mostly fluff! Domestic but non sexual nudity!

Word count: 2k

Rustling curtains and the muted sound of crashing waves were the perfect lull from sleep as you rolled over. Hair tumbling across the pillow as you did so, you blinked the caress of sleep away as your eyes focused while you moved. That’s not to say you weren’t careful of the dead weight from the arm perched over your waist. He rarely slept. Forcing him into the bed and to lay down - without that blasted datapad - was still a challenge after a year of island life. 

  You were finally free. Free of the Empire. Free of Dr. Hemlock. Free of the danger. Free to be at peace. Free to help give Omega the childhood she deserved. Free to heal those wounds both mental and physical. Free to love as you all saw fit. Free to have the lives you truly had always wanted. 

  Pabu was every bit the sanctuary Phee had promised. While you initially had been wary of the pirate - especially the way she continually flirted with Tech despite your unofficial yet apparent feelings for the man - you’d come to respect her in time. After a few drinks late one night, she admitted to flirting simply to push the two of you together. To her credit, her work along with the unscheduled descent that nearly claimed his life, it worked. 

  Tech was every bit of man you had longed for. Noble. Intelligent. Thoughtful. Sexy. 

  Even while sleeping, low rumbled snores escaping past his lips, he looked alluring. Those thick eyelashes that framed his deep brown eyes, visible due to removal of his staple goggles, which rested on his nightstand during the night. Skin having grown into a deep bronze with the sunlight, giving way with every deep inhale and exhale. His hair was an absolute mess, and finally grown to a length you wouldn’t have anticipated. No longer on the run, and needing to be practical, he’d let it go and given up on gel: meaning the carmel strands were curling around his neck and ears now instead of being cropped short and pushed back. Something about seeing him like this made you truly feel every ounce of raw arousal for him almost every moment in the day. The added freedom to slip away whenever you liked only increased the desperate need you both shared for one another.

  The dark ink he’d always had marked in his skin, now accompanying two new additions. An oval design replicating Omega’s old headband along his bicep next to symbols he bore for all his siblings: Crosshair’s reticle design, a red band that stretched the entire circumference of his arm for Hunter’s bandana, a childish outline of lula for Wrecker, and Echo’s old handprint armor. He kept his siblings close to him, having marks for them just under his shoulder where their old squad logo lay. However the most recent addition to his body lay directly over his heart: your name in aurebesh.  

  Tech hadn’t warned you of the change, simply appearing one day with it over his pectoral and the explanation of, “I wanted to keep you close to heart”. Which promptly led to your heart beating as if it was going to bust. Well, that and some mind blowing time between the sheets to show just how much the gesture had meant to you. He still shrugged it off, as if the act were common sense. You beg to differ but were never going to argue with him over something so kind.

  Laying next to him every morning had come to feel like a dream. Days on Pabu were met with Tech’s talent for mechanics being put to good use, while you took on random tasks assisting him. That didn’t stop the frequent routine of sharing meals with Shep and his daughter, Tech’s siblings and occasionally Phee. After which, you both would make it back to your own private domicile - something Tech requested after some time given he didn’t enjoy being quiet when it came to giving you pleasure - before hopping into bed together. 

  Initially the transition had been difficult on Omega. The girl not used to Tech being under a different roof and still anxious from his time captured on Tantis away from her watchful eye, but once she discovered that Tech’s absence meant she had her own escape from the other boys she finally came around. 

  Each morning had come to be filled with sweet whispers rousing you from sleep, as Tech often rose before you. Not long after you had arrived, you both began taking the mornings to swim, before the island awoke. The gentle breeze, the calm lapping waves, and the way Tech’s brown eyes looked at dusk: perfection.

  However, with the amount he’d been working lately, you felt guilty about waking him up for something as trivial as a swim. He’d taken it on himself to fix all of lower Pabu, fortifying it against future storm surges so the island could function. This was great - if he wasn’t doing so single handedly, pushing off your attempts at helping him.

  Carefully you tried to maneuver your way out from under his arm, hoping that you could be gone and back before he woke up, but when you had just gotten your foot out from under the covers, said arm tightened, trapping you under a sudden burst of strength. Immediately being alert and aware were side effects of his programming, meaning the first stroke of being awoken meant he was at full capacity to react almost suddenly.  

  Sighing you gave up, knowing you had failed to slip away without him realizing and just allowed the man to pull you back into his chest as he tangled your legs together. A gruff tone to his voice as he whispered, “You really think you’re going without me?” into the skin of your neck. The way he almost purred the words as he wrapped himself around your body made you melt as he continued, kissing your neck as he mumbled, “not going to happen…” along that spot that always made you squirm. 

  “I just wanted you to rest-” you began and his sweet kisses turned to a playful nip as he shook his head, turning you around before you could react and pulling you on top of his body. In doing so the covers tumbled to the floor, leaving his beautiful bare body full on display as his hands sought out your rear, giving it a squeeze as your face fell into the crook of his neck. He smelled musky, as if he’d sweat a bit in the night, but you didn’t mind as. 

  “I got more than enough rest to be sufficient for my body to complete its tasks for the day,” he commented, eyes blinking open as he adjusted to the first crack of light coming through the open window. 

  “Sufficient doesn’t mean you couldn’t do with a bit more sleep,” you grumble as that light puff of air that indicated a sudo laugh came from his nose and his arms tightened around your lower back. 

  “Not at the expense of missing out on our early morning routine,” he commented, mentally preparing to get going on the day. Where he discovered such energy in the morning you’d never know. 

  “Just one day wouldn’t be the end of the world,” 

“I have a different opinion on the matter,” he challenged, reaching over to retrieve the goggles on the nightstand as you reached an arm up to stop him. He used them to hide from the world, but you refused to let him do so with you. 

  “You’ve been working so incredibly hard lately Tech, no one is going to get angry if you take a bit of a break,” you challenge as you remove your arm, seeing he gave up on reaching his frames. 

  “I am aware that there shall not be hostilities if I pause the rate at which I have been repairing the lower half of the city. But as I said, I have reasons for a differing perspective on the issue,” he states bluntly. 

  You loved Tech for many reasons. His brilliance. His ability to remain calm no matter the circumstances. Usually you enjoyed his bluntness, since it meant he was straight forward and there was no guessing. Having him dance around the issue was very out of the norm. 

  “Is something wrong?” you sighed through the question, leaning up on his chest as he looked around the room for a moment, letting his eyes settle back on you. 

  “No, I do not mean to cause worry or distress,” 

  “Then why can’t you tell me what it is that is causing you to work yourself to an early grave?” you question softly, hand cupping the side of his face as his eyes fluttered closed. Stubble caught along your thumb and you knew he’d shave it when he got out of bed, as he did every morning without fail. He loved his routines after all. 

  “I just want to make sure that this is a safe place for children,” he says quietly, eyes still closed. 

  “You know that ever since the wave, Shep moved the families with kids up above the wall, and allowed more of the older residents to migrate south. Omega is old enough she can handle herself anywhere on the island-” 

  “I am not talking about Omega,” Tech replies as he finally looks up, hopeful gaze in his eyes. 

  Suddenly it all made sense. The overprotective nature he’d had lately. His hard work repairing the lower section of the island. His hyperawareness at your health as of late. His acceptance of life here and mentioning how it was one of safety. Him pointing out neighbors with children and how fascinating they behaved. 

  “Tech, do you-” you began to ask and his eyes grew wide, almost as if he’d been caught doing something he shouldn’t be. 

  “I would never encourage something given we have not discussed it before, nor would I take actions you were not okay with. I hardly know your opinions on the matter…” he trailed off in a rare occurrence, hands dragging over his face as if to hide. 

  “But?” you press carefully, tone not indicating malice or frustration, simply a need to understand where he was coming from. 

  “But yes, I have found myself interested in the idea of possibly having children. Naturally that is. With you.” he said it all so simply despite the very apparent war he seemed to be having with himself for saying it out loud. 

  “Oh,” you whisper. To be frank, the idea hadn’t really crossed your mind. Not that you were against it, per say, just hadn’t really imagined it. 

  “We do not need to discuss it, and I shall continue fixing the walls regardless as it is a benefit to all who live here on Pabu-”

“Tech,” you cut him off with a small smile. 

  “Yes?” 

“Can we continue this conversation out of bed? I would like to hear all your ideas on the matter but I’d like to be in a neutral location if we are going to discuss them. Besides, I’ll never get over how wonderful you look in that early morning light in the water,” you tell him softly. 

  Tech looks up hopefully into your eyes, seeing the way they soften for him. Something tells him that he has nothing to fear, as a practical discussion of such matters is important for anyone attempting to bring life into the world with the one they love. Especially for someone as logically minded as him. You can’t help but laugh at the way he nearly hurls you onto the floor as he begins rushing about the room, pulling on something to swim in while encouraging you to hurl it along. 

  It’s in that room where you decide perhaps he’s onto something, and that maybe the two of you are ready for those next steps. But for now, the sun and sand are calling your name. Well, that and your love, who can’t wait to talk about the future with you as the sun peaks over the horizon. 

[thatfizzyyyy]

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