#im just tryna collect some prompts so i can make up a list for this would be smut fest

[revasserium]

Can i request 97 with tsukishima kei

hq!!reqs temporarily: closed ; all other reqs: open

send me a number a character and i’ll write you a drabble ;

97. sensual command tsukishima ; nsfw, 1,702 words

a/n: name-calling, edging, uh… tsukki being the sadistic bastard that he is??? 

“you don’t come until i say.” 

he cocks his head, a smirk drawing up the edges of his lips even as you writhe beneath him. your (his) shirt rucked up high, your bra long since discarded somewhere on the floor along with your skirt. your panties are pulled halfway down your legs and he glances at them before shifting just far enough to the side for you to kick them off. 

you bite your lips and pout up at him but he only quirks an eyebrow, as if daring you to challenge his unspoken authority. you huff, but avert your eyes, letting the heat seep into your cheeks as you shift your hips up to accommodate his fingers, long and thin and sure as they press into your already soaking pussy. 

two. slow. too slow. 

you let out a soft whine as he curls them inside you, probing for where he knows your g-spot will be, his thumb drawing lazy circles around your clit. 

he hums. 

“better keep quiet if you don’t want the whole house to hear.” 

his voice is seeped in sarcasm, and beneath the light of the table-lamp, you could’ve sworn you saw his glasses flash. 

he leans in, brushes his lips by your cheeks, his breath hot at your ear. 

“if you don’t want them to know what a whore you are. for me.” he draws back with a widening smirk as he begins to work his fingers between your legs, the combined pleasure and humiliation curling in your stomach enough to make your toes curl. you squeeze your eyes at the thought, try to bite back to gasps and moans working their way out of your throat, but you that you’re fighting a losing battle. 

kei always gets that he wants. and what he wants is to watch you fall apart for him, watch you beg for him, flushed and desperate and helpless. 

in the quiet of his bedroom, the sounds of his fingers pumping out of your slick folds is nothing less than incriminating. and you wonder if the walls of his room really are thick enough to keep the rest of the house from hearing every detail of all the terrible things he’s doing to you. the thought makes another hot wave of embarrassment crest through you and you let your head fall back into his pillow, gasping as he presses his thumb down over your clit. 

“eyes open. look at me.” 

he props himself up over you, his eyes searching your face. 

you pant, whimpering as he grins, leaning down to mouth at your lips at the very moment he presses a third finger into you, swallowing down your moans. he pulls back with a satisfied grin. 

“my brother’s back from work, y’know. he’s just next door. think he can hear you moaning like that? getting your cunt fingered?” 

and sure, you’d known that kei was something of a sadist, but now, it seems like the word is nowhere near strong enough to encompass the full spectrum of his sadism. you shake your head, your thoughts going fuzzy as he fucks his fingers into you faster, finally, finally picking up the pace, though you know in the back of your mind that it won’t be so easy. 

it’s never that easy. 

he grounds the heel of his palm against your clit as he quirks his fingers into your g-spot. your entire body arches off the bed, your mouth falling open, the white-hot fire flaring in the pit of your belly. you can feel it, tingling through your fingers and toes – but then, it’s gone. as quickly as it had come. 

and he’s lifting his fingers to his mouth, his tongue flickering out. 

he grins at the way you blush, brings his fingers to your lips instead, presses them to your mouth. 

“suck.” 

you do. the tangy taste of your own juices coating your tongue as you suck obediently on his fingers. you whine, your thighs squeezing, but he only smirks and leans down to kiss you, licking into your mouth with a low moan of his own. and it’s this more than anything that tells you he’s enjoying this far more than he’s letting on. 

you can feel the hard evidence of his arousal pressing against your inner thigh, and in a moment of lust-induced defiance, you roll your hips up against it. you revel in the way his own hips stutter down against yours, how he gasps against your mouth. 

but the next moment, he’s pinning your hips down with the palm of his hand, drawing back with a curious expression. he studies you, like a lepidopterist might study a new species of butterfly, pinned to a pillow before him. a grin curls along his mouth as he leans back down, his breath fanning out against your lips. 

“needy little cunt, aren’t you? always so thirsty for cock.” 

you whine, squirming against his hold. he tuts. 

“ah-ah-ah – hold still. or else i’ll leave you tied up here till after dinner with a vibrator set on low.” 

you still, swallowing as you blink dolefully up at him. he licks his lips, his eyes flickering over your face. a pleased smile breaks out over his lips and he presses a surprisingly gentle kiss to your mouth. 

“or, i could just edge you till you pass out.” 

your eyes go wide, and you make to sit up, shaking your head but he presses you back down, thrusting all three fingers back into you without warning. you keen, your thighs clamping down over his wrist but he forces them back apart with his other hand. and you know better now than to try and grab for him. 

he sets a brutal pace, fucking his fingers into you hard enough to sting, building you up till you’re gasping, panting, chanting his name in desperate whispers. 

“kei – kei – ah – nn – kei please i’m –” 

“close?” he asks, slowing his hand down to a leisurely crawl. 

you hiss, your hips jerking up to try and regain some of the tension that had been coiling up in your belly. you fist your fingers in the sheets, sweat beading along your skin as you fight down the urge to throw a fit. 

he chuckles. 

“ask nicely.” 

you lick your lips. “kei, please.” 

“hm…” he hums, cocking his head as if contemplating your request 

you let your head fall back onto his pillow with a desperate whine. 

“fuck me with your fingers, please – i’ll be good, i promise. i promise.” 

“aw, you can be a nice little slut when you need to be, hm?” he smiles, curling his fingers inside you again. your hips jump, but he doesn’t relent, working up into a steady rhythm again, till you’re nearly blind with pleasure, right on the precipice of tipping over. it’s so close you can almost taste it. 

he presses his lips to yours, kisses you till your head is spinning. 

“not yet,” he says, whispers, mouthing down your neck, sucking a hard hickey into the smooth skin there. 

“not yet,” he repeats, even as he draws quick circles over your already too-sensitive clit. you shake your head, your entire body trembling with pleasure and the pressure of trying to keep yourself from breaking. 

“kei, kei – i swear – please, god, just lemme – lemme come –”

you can feel him grin against the skin of your neck. he places one last kiss there before pulling back to meet your eyes. his own glasses nearly fogging up from the heat of your skin. he grins. 

“now.” 

your entire body tightens around him. vaguely you hear him groan at the way you clamp down around his fingers, milking them as if they were his cock. vaguely, you register him fucking you through your high, pressing kisses to your exposed neck and collar before nosing up the hem of your (his) shirt till he can latch onto your hardened nipples. 

you’re sure you’d made some sound loud enough to be heard throughout the entire house, but you barely remember, the sound drowned out by the torrent of pleasure crashing through you, wreaking havoc on your senses. you feel him pull his fingers from you, your hips dropping back down onto his sheets. 

he smiles down at you, brushes back a strand of hair sticking to your forehead. 

you feel him press his slick fingers to your lips once more. 

“be a good girl and clean this up, hm? it’s your mess after all.” 

you open your mouth and let him press his fingers into it, sucking them clean in a post-orgasmic haze. you lick your lips when he pulls them away, only to find his lips on yours once more. you briefly wonder if he likes the feeling of kissing your own essence from your mouth. 

“need a few minutes?” he asks, his voice no longer hard or teasing. you nod, your eyelids fluttering shut as you curl into him, burying your face in his chest. you can feel the shape of his hard-on still pressing against your thigh, and you move your leg lazily against it. 

after a few seconds, you lift your head with a smile. 

“think i can suck you off before your mom finishes making dinner?” 

his eyebrows hike up, but there’s pleased flush already tinting his cheeks. 

“dunno. what if you can’t?” he asks. 

you shrug, shimmying your way down to settle between his legs, tugging at the hem of his shorts. he lifts his hips to help you pull them off. his erection pops up, almost smacking you in the face. you wrap your hand around the base, and give the head a good lick. 

the way his breath hitches makes your chest tighten with pride. 

you fix him with a grin of your own as the dynamics between you shift. 

“guess you’ll just have to sit through dinner with a boner then.” 

[nightmarewritings]

Ok... deep breath I've been finally tryna get brave here n do more writing requests...... mayhaps I could ask for hcs for slashers (Brahms mainly but uhmm!!! Im on mobile so I can't check ur writing list but maybe asa too :)) w a s/o who is like Mad stupid and oblivious to people flirting / etc w them :) (find it funny w those two since brahms is p OBVIOUS abt his feelings and asa seems like he thinks hes p smooth but . ... ..... yk) any other slashers u wanna add r welcome too nat!!! :)

Ah I know that feeling, I always get ridiculously nervous asking requests, even of people I know! I hope these are alright! I included Vincent because I thought he'd be really cute with this prompt too.

With An Oblivious S/O

Brahms Heelshire:

Brahms is very blatant about his feelings towards you, like he makes it as clear as he possibly could without outright saying it (as that would be ungentlemanly, and he sees himself as similar to the leads in the old romantic novels his parents collected). Unfortunately for Brahms, all his signs went right over your head.

Brahms is very upset about it at first, and in quite a bad mood for a while because of it. How can you not see how he feels towards you? So, he decides to up the ante.

He goes all out this time. I'm talking dinners by candlelight, bouquets, helping with your chores (not doing them all, but helping), everything he could possibly think of to get his feelings across.

And well, maybe he'll just have to bite the bullet and tell you out loud.

Asa Emory:

Honestly more mildly annoyed than anything else. He understands well how you can be, but he thought he was being smooth and classy with the way he was going about romancing you. Even knowing you're not the best at picking up his queues, he thought he was clear.

Asa would have preferred a more... subdued courtship approach with you, being a typically more subdued person when he's not working on his 'hobby', but he's not afraid to try something different.

He's not exactly used to saying his feelings out loud, he's a more reclusive fellow and the relationships he's had that lasted longer than a month could be counted on one hand, but he's a practical man, and he knows a practical solution is necessary.

He gathers up some of that Collector confidence and coolness, takes you out on a nice dinner, and reveals his fondness for you then and there in such a way that leaves no doubts.

Vincent Sinclair:

Also pretty oblivious to your feelings. Vincent is a decently confident man when it comes to his talents, and he's known more love in his childhood than Bo has in his lifetime, but there's still a part of him that says he's just not romance material, that no one would want him that way.

So the two of you are both oblivious together while also probably coming off to others as very, very blatant about your feelings.

Bo might have to step in, as hilarious as he finds it, he just can't stand to see his twin worry about how you'd react if you knew how much he cared. So, Bo might have to call a little house meeting and put it all out in the open.

Horribly embarrassing for Vincent and possibly you, but now that the cat's out of the bag, maybe a romance could blossom in Ambrose?

[hcneymilkks]

CIX Hyunsuk 'Mission Mistletoe'

Request from WATTPAD! 

Request a oneshot here!

Prompt number:

15. Avoiding the Mistletoe at all costs, however, everyone is trying their best to get their otp there.

Pairing - Hyunsuk x Reader

Genre: Fluff

CEO AU!

Word count: 2.6k

MASTERLIST

You’ve got mail

You’ve got mail

You’ve got mail

Grumbling, you paused your Netflix movie and propped your laptop onto your lap, wanting to be free from work for a least a few hours.

READ: IT IS OF UTMOST IMPORTANCE

You clicked on the email, from none other than the person you really wanted to punch right now.

Good evening Miss Y/N,

I miss you, come back to the office and stop leaving me with these idiots.

Your boss.

IMPORTANT!

Miss Y/N,

I know you got my email. JUST COME MY GOD IM BORED AND IM IN NEED OF SOME COMPANY.

Your boss.

FOR FRICK’S SAKE THIS IS IMPORTANT

Y/N,

I sent Jinyoung to come and grab you, don’t you dare say no.

See you soooonnnnnnn!

the love of your lifeeeeeeee

“YOON HYUNSUK!!!!”

Your doorbell rang and deciding not to answer it, you snuggled deeper into the blankets. Not wanting to leave your comfy bed.

Knocking.

Doorbell ringing.

A ding from your phone.

CEO Hyunsuk 🤡

Open the door for Jinyoung or else im telling him to break it down

You

Hyunsuk wtf do you want Im tryna rest before i ACTUALLY HAVE TO GO BACK TO WORK TOMORROW!

CEO Hyunsuk 🤡

Just come here now!!! It’s chaotic here i wanna cry

You

For fucks sake…..

You owe me!

_____________________

Hyunsuk was ecstatic when you popped your head inside his office, standing up as fast as he can and dragged you inside. His hands were on your shoulders, shaking you.

“THANK GOD YOU’RE HERE. Wait, why are you wearing PJ’s? WAIT THAT’S NOT THE POINT!”

You crossed your arms and glared at him. “Mr. Yoon, I want to know why you called me here at-” you looked at the clock and you closed your eyes, feeling the anger build up. “2 am in the morning. Why am in my PJ’s? IT’S BECAUSE SOMEONE CALLED ME AT THE WORST TIME!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU!”

“Stop calling me Mr. Yoon we have literally known each other since we were kids.”

It was true. You and Hyunsuk were part of the Elite, a group filled with only the richest families of the world. People outside of the Elite view them as modern-day Kings and Queens, with some of the families in governments. While others view them as stuck up bitches who got lucky in the past. Even in the Elite, there are ranks. Your family was one of the lowest, barely surviving in the cutthroat economy. While Hyunsuk’s was one of the highest, and it didn’t help that his whole family was blessed with looks.

The company, Complete In X was where your parents had met Hyunsuk’s parents, and history was made. It was considered mind-blowing, the products created. It not only allowed for recreation, but for changing parts to create a new overall story. Hyunsuk had become the CEO, and along with his other friends, created a new target, video games.

You had dabbled in computer science and data collection, finding an interest in video games. It wasn’t until you needed an internship did Hyunsuk reach out to you. After chatting over coffee, the internship turned into something more. To be a personal assistant to Hyunsuk as well as the design planner for corporate parties.

You didn’t think that it would have a small downside.

“Y/N as I was saying, thanks for coming. First, how do you control those children? Because I know for sure I can’t at all.” You rolled your eyes. This, this was the downside.

“Hyunsuk, those children you are talking about are your friends. Also just get them some food and they should be fine. They are human and need a break as well.” He nodded and looked out his window through the blinds. His friends, his teammates, were bouncing around the office. He smiled and you felt your heart race.

Somewhere along the months of working with him, you scummed to not only his looks but his kindness, the soft side of Hyunsuk. And man did you fall harder than what you were supposed to.

No other words were spoken to each other after Hyunsuk introduced the planning of a corporate Christmas dinner, you immediately get to work.

Hyunsuk looked up every few moments to admire you sitting on the sofa, typing furiously. Even when you were in PJ’s he found you cute. You looked up for a moment and he quickly retracted his eyes to his computer screen. You giggled quietly and went back to work.

A moment between you two that lasted forever.

But behind the blinds, a group of boys were planning a mission that should have been done six months ago.

“Mission Mistletoe is in effect!”

____________________

Christmas music played from the speakers, the air smelling like peppermint. As you were spreading the chocolate onto a baking sheet, the doorbell rang.

“Y/N! Open up!”

You rushed to the door, being engulfed in a comforting but cold hug. “Hyunsuk! What are you doing here? Don’t you have a business to run?”

“The next conference meeting isn’t until the day of the corporate dinner.” He shut the door behind him and took his gloves off. You had retreated back to the kitchen, where the music had started yet again. He followed, practically drooling as he saw freshly baked cookies on the island.

“So, how’s the planning coming along?” He bit into the cookie and groaned. Your baking was to die for.

You faced him. “It’s going well, I just need an updated guest list of who is coming. Also, does gold and red work well for corporate colours?”

He nodded. “I’ll ask BX to get you that list. Run the colours through with Seunghun, I heard he wanted your opinion to add navy blue. The boys also wanted to add mistletoes as well for some reason. Saying that they wanted to get a specific one true pairing to come true.” He shrugged and ate another cookie.

Your face became heated and you turned back to put the chocolate in the fridge, trying to cool your face at the same time. “Mistletoes huh? Well, I say no. I mean although mistletoes are part of Christmas, this dinner is also for organization and agreements. What I’m saying is that we need to look professional. And on the navy blue, I’ll make the curtains it.”

Once Hyunsuk had left, you plopped down on your bed, taking a deep breath.

Just what did the boys want to do?

_____________________

“Seunghun that goes there. Jinyoung stop putting mistletoes everywhere I said no! BX where’s that list? Yonghee my goodness stop throwing glitter everywhere!”

Five days nearing the corporate party and everything was under control.

Well almost.

You had ordered poinsettias to put on the small pillars, but you didn’t realize that BX was allergic to flowers. So you had to return all of the flowers and to your dismay, not all of the money was returned. After apologizing profusely to Hyunsuk, he smiled and decided to keep some of the flowers, regardless if anyone was allergic or not.

“Suck it up and chug some allergy medicine!” was what he said.

BX ran into the room at the exact same time Yonghee threw glitter into the air, sprinkling it directly onto him.

“Yonghee!”

The tears were becoming too much, as you doubled over in laughter. The rest had stopped what they were doing and started to join in.

Laughs echoed around the room, the sun starting to set creating a hue of colours on the glittered floor and BX’s hair.

“Okay okay, Yonghee clean up the mess. I have an idea for the glitter. BX hun I’m so sorry but I need that list, glammed up or not.”

Grumbles came from Yonghee, but he quietly obliged, signalling to Jinyoung to hide at least three mistletoes somewhere your eagle eyes would not see.

But someone did notice, and with a smirk on their lips, they knew what the boys were planning.

“Mistletoes huh? Someone wants drama.”

_______________________

The dinner was in full swing. Yonghee fixing his collar while BX was fixing any mistakes on the powerpoint, quickly rehearsing the game once more. Seunghun was covering Jinyoung who ran around the ballroom to stuff extra mistletoes, making sure to avoid any contact with you as you were doing final preparations and trying to calm Hyunsuk down.

“Mr. Yoon-” “Hyunsuk….just call me Hyunsuk woman.”

You rolled your eyes but obliged. “Okay, Hyunsuk. You will be fine, the presentation will go smoothly. I double-checked and printed out extra copies if needed. Just breathe in and out.” You demonstrated how to breathe and Hyunsuk couldn’t help but laugh. He grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer to him, his lips ghosting over your ear and his breaths making you shiver.

“Thank you Y/N, for everything.”

He let go and you bowed, shakily moving towards the clatter of people surrounding the middle of the ballroom. Jinyoung snickered as he popped out beside you, making you yell in surprise and smack him.

“Ow ow ow! STOP IT Y/N YOU’RE FINE!”

“Don’t ever scare me! You know how easy I get scared!”

He smirked and moved away from Y/N, bowing dramatically and tipping an invisible hat. “Oh you haven’t seen the grand finale.” and Jinyoung walks towards Hyunsuk, whispering in his ear.

You tilt your head in confusion. “This is not a circus!”

A clink of a glass and the whole crowd goes silent.

“Good evening. My name is Yoon Hyunsuk, CEO of Complete In X. I would like to express my gratitude for your attendance tonight. As you may have known, it is a corporate Christmas dinner, but also a way to introduce a project my colleagues and I are in the process of making.”

Hyunsuk beckons his friends to take their place near the projector, with BX starting up the powerpoint and the game.

“if you look at the screen that is descending, we have immersed ourselves into the video game realm. A game that is popular such as League of Legends or A Chinese Ghost story has given us the idea to create our own version. We introduce Spirit Kingdom, an adventure filled with magic, kidnapping, seduction, and romance.”

BX opens up the game and the screen goes dark.

[START]

“WELCOME TO SPIRIT KINGDOM. UPON ENTERING,

DO NOT WAKE THE KING.

DO NOT STEAL THE PRINCESS.

DO NOT SEDUCE THE QUEEN.

MOST OF ALL,

CATCH THE KILLER.”

“As you can see, a character is already put on the castle grounds, and the narrator will explain the backstory as the person may change their character or move them around.”

BX moved the character around while Hyunsuk talked, all eyes on the boys. You looked in fascination, the graphics were clear, no glitches in sight. Detailed and engaging. You smiled and started to clap while others followed. It looked like everyone was enjoying the preview as you were looking around. You gasped as you saw the CEO-in-training for Treasure Alchemy, Choi Hyunsuk, walking towards you.

“Good evening Miss L/N.” A chaste kiss to your right hand and a smile to die for.

“Good evening sir.”

“Nonsense. Call me Choi Hyunsuk. We are the same age are we not?” you nod and glance your eyes at Hyunsuk, his eyes already on yours. He smirks and you panic, diverting your eyes to the man in front of you. Hyunsuk follows your eyes and scowls when he sees him. Out of all days, why today?

Nonetheless, Hyunsuk takes a deep breath and regains his stance, glancing at BX who has customized the character to his liking and is entering the Elves of Forest.

“So Miss Y/N, let’s take this conversation somewhere quieter hm?” You looked at Choi Hyunsuk, who held out his hand. Hesitant, you glance at Yoon Hyunsuk, but he is occupied with finishing the presentation. Clasping your hand’s around Choi Hyunsuk’s, he leads you to the balcony. The cold air nipping at your arms.

“As I was saying, Miss Y/N, why are you still working for that kid?”

You snapped your head at Choi Hyunsuk. “I beg your pardon?”

“That kid has barely started University, and yet he’s already managing a company. Watch, all his hard work will go down the drain.” Choi Hyunsuk stretches his arms, leaning on the balcony. “Let’s talk about this game he created. Or should I say copied? The ideas? Unoriginal. the graphics? Hurts my eyes. Overall, I would never purchase the game, nonetheless play it even if it was free.”

You clenched and unclenched your hands. Just how dare he. “And I suppose Choi you can do better?”

“Hm?”

“I know you heard me? Or is it because you’re scared of losing to a guy three years younger than you?”

He looked in your direction and grabbed your wrist. His lips nearing yours “Why would I be afraid, I would have the mastermind behind the company.”

“Whatever do you mean?”

Choi Hyunsuk smirked. “I know little Hyunsuk doesn’t make these ideas, how else was the company in top shape? It’s you Y/N, and I want you.”

You placed your other arm as a shield to protect you. “Never will I work for you Choi Hyunsuk.”

He smirked. “I’ll get you. One way or another.” He presses a kiss to your cheek and walks to the door, facing you once more.

“Be ready love, you won’t know what’s coming.”

Shaking your head, you ran back to the ballroom in time for the closing announcements. Drowning a glass of water taken from a worker, Hyunsuk looked in your direction. It seemed as though time had slowed down, both of you in a trance as if the glitter Yonghee sprinkled a few days prior that still lingered was like magic. Clapping interrupted your daydreaming, someone tapping your shoulder as Hyunsuk held out his hand for you to take.

You smiled and placed your hand in his.

“I would like to say a special thank you to Miss Y/N. We met when we were kids, and have become great business partners. Without her, I would be a mess right now.” He laughs and everyone else does too.

You smile at Hyunsuk and was about to take your seat until Jinyoung quickly grabbed the mic. “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, WE ARE NOT DONE YET. What you saw, of course, was the main point of this dinner but we couldn’t say this is a Christmas dinner without a little magic and holiday cheer.”

“Jinyoung what the hell are you doing? This isn’t part of the program.” you hissed at Jinyoung, ready to smack him. But Hyunsuk stopped you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back.

Jinyoung winked. “Live a little Y/N.”

The audience was confused, what does he mean by Christmas cheer?

“I have a little magic trick for you all. I just need you all to count down from three okay?”

“THREE.” You braced yourself for the worst, gripping onto Hyunsuk’s hand.

“TWO.” Hyunsuk smirked at Jinyoung, shaking his head slightly.

“ONE.” Yonghee cheered and pressed a button

The screen ascended and mistletoe hung from the ceiling, found in people’s pockets. Glitter was thrown everywhere. Mistletoes everywhere.

“MISSION MISLETOE IN EFFECT! L/N Y/N AND YOON HYUNSUK JUST KISS ALREADY!”

Your eyes widened in horror.

“BAE JINYOUNG!”

Hyunsuk laughed, a mistletoe descending above you both. The audience notices and starts to chant. You blush and try to hide your face while he brings you closer to him.

“Y/N, you probably won’t believe this but, I’ve been in love with you since we met.” and he takes your lips in a breathtaking kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck and push your body flush to his, foreheads touching and smiles all around.

You had to thank Jinyoung, in that if he didn’t secretly place mistletoes almost everywhere, the stars wouldn’t have aligned that night.