#so today i just need to let my managers and replacement know for sure

[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

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[bwabys-scenarios]

Making you a mother

Laois x Fem!Reader

!!REBLOGS APPRECIATED!!

A/N: this is a request from AO3!! Short but sweet ^^

warnings: big breeding kink, reader gets pregnant, Laois is really insistent on filling you up with his cum, biting, overstimulation

Laois held onto your hips, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled you close to rub his bulge against your needy pussy. “You’re so pretty…”

His eyes were slightly hazy with lust, and you couldn’t help but whine, rubbing against him desperately. “P-please, Laois! I need it!”

The feeling of his calloused fingers tracing over your belly made you shiver in anticipation. Lately, you had noticed how focused on making sure you were well fed he was, along with fascinated with your tummy.

“Gonna…” he murmured, his fingers pressing down on the fatty part of your belly that protected your uterus. “gonna put a baby there, okay? Gonna…”

Your cheeks flushed with heat, the wet spot in your panties growing. Laois had never talked like that before, you didn’t even think he wanted children…

His thumb rubbed against your clothed clit as his lips pressed against your neck. “You want it? Want me to make you a mommy?”

“P-please…” you managed to choke out through your whimpers and panting. “Need it so bad!”

“Anything for you, sunshine…”

He pulled off your underwear, his cock rubbing against your dripping pussy. Usually he was insistent on eating you out, but today he desperately needed to fill you up with his cum. Laois needed to breed you more than he needed to breathe air.

He pushed in, groaning against your neck as your pussy clenched around him, eager to drain him of all his cum from the get go. “That’s my baby, gonna fill you up, promise…”

Laois fucked into you, biting down on your neck hard enough to have you yelp. But the pain ebbed away into pleasure, and his teeth were replaced with his lips, kissing away at the red mark.

“Sorry, love… can’t help it…”

He was hitting that special spot, making you cry out his name. “L-Laois, please don’t stop!”

Your nails dug into the soft flesh of his back, making him let out a sharp hiss. “Won’t, I promise…”

And he was right. Even hours later, when you were beyond exhausted and stuffed full of cum, he was still hitting that special spot, making you cum on his cock over and over.

“T-too much…” you were being fucked stupid, barely able to speak.

“Shh, you can take it. Gotta make sure it takes…”

He lightly pressed down on your belly, making his cum squirt out of you. Laois pouted a little.

“Looks like I’ll have to go again…”

———————

A few months later, you sat with Marcille as she fawned over your baby bump. “Oh, I can’t wait to be an Aunt! Do you think the baby will call me Auntie Marcille?”

You laughed, glancing at Laois as Falin and him watched the two of you through the doorway. “Probably. Marcille might be a mouthful for a baby though.”

“What about Marcy!?”

Laois and Falin cracked up, causing the blonde elf to blush. “W-what are you two laughing at?”

“Nothing… it just seems like you’re more eager for the baby to come than (Name) and I are.” Laois said, taking you into his arms. His hand brushed over your belly, his thumb rubbing against the bump softly.

Falin smiled warmly. “I think we’re all excited. Senshi has already started mapping out a meal plan for (Name)’s pregnancy.”

“Haha, he said he’ll teach the baby everything he knows, and Chilchuck is already giving me advice,” you said, laughing. “It’s sweet, you know they say raising a child takes a village… you guys are our village.”

Marcille started crying, hugging you. “Oh stop it, I’m going to cry!”

“Dear, you’re already crying.” Falin replied, kissing the top of her head.

You and Laois shared a kiss before he led you away by the hand. “Sorry ladies, but my wife needs a nap.”

Laois curled up next to you in bed, his face nuzzled into your neck. “Rest, my love.”

And you did, curled up with your beloved.

[robo-writing]

Toxic ex-boyfriend Simon 🫠🫠

It’s the same routine ever since you broke up with Simon. Call after call, decline after decline, you’ve changed your number twice now and he’s still managed to find you.

He doesn’t take no for an answer, though I suppose you knew this already—The break-up was a pretty big indicator of that, or in his words, your “break.”

“You’re just a bit overwhelmed,” he said to you, not budging a little even with your full weight on him, trying and failing to push him out of your apartment. It’s as if you weren’t even there. “Never had a man treat you like you need to be treated, scared of new sensations?”

That certainly wasn’t the problem, but it was in one ear and out the other with Simon. Honestly, you’re not even sure if it even managed to go in one ear.

“Please, don’t make this difficult,” you begged, giving up on your attempt to push him out. “Just…leave. I don’t want to call the cops.”

At the mention of police he laughs, almost mockingly. It almost scares you.

“Alright then, I’ll entertain your little tantrum for now,” he says, stepping out into the hallway. “But when you’ve finally come to your senses, know that I’ll be waiting for you.”

A pause, and then: “Of course I’ll have to teach you a lesson about being a brat when you do, but you always love my lessons don’t you pet?”

Weeks later his words still ring in your ears.

Weeks later your phone still rings in your hands.

You don’t need to check the caller ID—it’s always an unknown number, but you always know who it is. You let it go to voicemail like usual, but today is a first—a small notification being visible from the corner of your eye.

One voicemail left by: Unknown Caller

Your curiosity peaks, with stubbornness quelling it soon after. It’s a voicemail from your ex, what could he possibly say to you that you haven’t heard a million times before.

Still, it eats away at you. It wasn’t like him to leave a message when he could just call. Hell, knowing him he’s more likely to show up at your door.

It lingers in your mind. You think about it for the rest of the day and it’s now you truly understand the plight of the cat when curiosity seems so enticing.

You relent when you lie awake restless, a losing battle as you find your inbox and hit play.

Your ears are greeted with ambient silence, unsure if maybe Simon left his voicemail open on accident. The moment the thought crosses your mind you hear it, the distinct rumble you know as wholly and purely Simon. There’s a shuffle, then his voice cuts through the empty air.

“Hey there pet. Missed ya.”

You find your eyes rolling as he continues.

“I know, I know, you want to keep me away,” he says breathlessly. “But I’m not sure how long I can keep playing this game.”

There’s a rustling, a deep inhale followed by the sound of something squirting.

“Had to take a minute, forgot I had these,” he says, then takes a moment to laugh. “I’m talking like you can see me, so lemme paint you a nice, clear picture.”

A rather familiar sound of skin against skin has your face growing hotter. You’re in disbelief, willing to deny what you think you’re hearing until Simon confirms it for you.

“Hear that, pet?” He growls. “That’s all me. Could be yours too, if you’d stop being such a fuckin’ brat.”

The sound of his hand is slow, methodical in his purpose. “Nice and wrapped up in those panties I love so much. Pink and satin, the ones you got for valentines—you know the ones.”

A sigh, as if he’s reminiscing. “God, you were a real animal that day. Purred so nicely when I stuffed that cunt of yours.”

Whatever anger you have towards him for stealing your underwear is soon replaced with lust, the sound of the fabric in sync with his hand enough to have you squirming in your bed. His voice like gravel echoes through the speaker, even worse is the slick sounds of what you’re certain is your panties stroking his cock, stained with pre-cum.

More noises, his breathing getting faster and faster. “So fuckin’ soft. Feels good wrapped around me, reminds me of when you’d get so needy you’d need to grind yourself on my thigh.”

Long stretches of time where all you can hear are his breathless moans and his hand moving faster. On instinct your thighs close around nothing as you listen to your ex-boyfriend jerk off in your ears.

“Should see me right now, nice and hard just for you,” he gasps.

Your pussy throbs as if on instinct.

One of your favorite traits about Simon was his undeniably large cock, how it would blush the prettiest shade of rouge at the sight of you, how you struggled to take it every time and how you could feel it in your chest when he fucked you. It’s all you can think about now, any reason you had for breaking up seemingly lost to you.

Another laugh drags you from your thoughts. “You were thinking about me just then, weren’t you?”

Embarrassment burns through your body. You have half a mind to turn off your phone, but you can’t bring yourself to do it. You can practically hear the smugness in his tone.

“Don’t worry, I’m thinking of you too.”

You hate the fact that he’s right. You hate the fact that he knows you so well. You hate the fact that you’re still listening.

You especially hate the fact you want him to do something about the increasing wetness in your panties.

“Just the thought of you, your body—that tight cunt of yours…” He cuts himself off with a moan, the distinct sound of slickness echoing in the speakers.

“God, just thinking about how hungry you must be for my cock…the things I’ll do when I get my hands on you.”

The laugh that emits from him is unhinged, animalistic. It excites you, as guilty as you feel for admitting it.

The sound of his hand speeds up as he talks. “You been taking good care of her in my stead? Touching yourself, getting her nice and prepared for when I come back? I’d hate to re-train her back into my shape.”

He’s so damn vulgar and you love it.

“Just remember, when you’re awake at night, and your thighs are pressing together so pretty, begging for something between them..”

His voice is clear as day, dark and unchained. It sends a full-bodied jolt through your own body, just barely resisting the urge to call.

“…That my cock will always be better than your hand.”

[faeryarchives]

i'm not jealous !! (savanaclaw x gn!reader)

requested by anon: Heyy, saw the req is open again 👀 Can i req headcanons of savannaclaw with gn s/o where s/o gives all of their attention to another person rather than their own boyfriend (accidentally or not on purpose, maybe 'cause that person needs something important and s/o helps them). Thanks 💓 note: this is very overdue 😭 recent fics: savanaclaw with a furina-like female reader & octavinelle with a fischl like female reader! & you feel like home & let me kiss you

* ˚ ✦ leona kingscholar

"you're leaving already?" "mmm! since the vdc is coming up, vil asked me to help in managing the team. i will try to make it up to you okay, leo?" "hmp, suit yourself."

leona is not a clingy type of guy but he for sure wants to have most of his time either sleeping or being with you (yes he is clingy)

he is too used to the fact that you would find your way to bother him everyday + it feels empty without you by his side

so when you start to hang out more around the vdc group instead of him- this man will be very very petty 😭

not because you were busy no leona knows how much you want to help other people but what takes the cake is the fact that you started cancelling out your plans

"i'm sorry love, can we take a rain check? things are kinda hectic here right now" "... oh my god, are we supposed to go out today? sorry leo, i promise i will make it up to you."

the moment you try to make it up, he will tun the other way, his tail aggressively thumping on the floor while leona will look you dead in the eyes menacingly

"finally have some time for me now?" "leo-" *cue his tail thrashing*

at first he will try to look unmoved by your apologies and the only thing you can do is talk to his tail

he finally give in after receiving home made food with meat and being his pillow for a while but never do that again 🤬🤬🤬

* ˚ ✦ ruggie bucchi

i dare to say he is the most vocal out of the three

because what do you mean you can't come to your date because something about someone happened 🤬 that is not your responsibility young one 🫵

ruggie won't move if something will not benefit him but with you involved this hyena will run

"wow welcome back, did you have fun?" "uhuh, come here you hyena your face is not fooling anyone."

ruggie's approach would be in a teasing way

but it is a facade to not show his jealousy too much because you were supposed to spend your time together 😔and a guy like ruggie values his time especially with you

"why don't you spend time with them again?" "...ruggie, are you jealous?" "what like it's supposed to be a secret?"

while he is the most vocal one - he is the one who will also give you silent treatment when you start to cancel on your plans

you were supposed to do things together are you replacing him now!

"i'm not one to share what is mine. especially when it's you."

after wrapping things with your friend's problem - expect this hyena to be attached to you to the bone and give him some donuts when you are at it

* ˚ ✦ jack howl

this man will be dejected for the entire time to the point that people are pointing out how his ears droop

unlike the other two, jack would try to convince himself that it's normal for you to pay attention to other things

at first jack would try to help you out because you are also friends after all but unfortunately it's not the field he can offer his help so all he can do is to reassure you that he's fine

"jack are you sure?" "it's alright. they need your help right?"

but to be honest he needs your help too 😭 he already reassured you right? but why does he feel so jealous whenever you come back to hang out only to talk about your friend whom you had helped out

"jack, you look a little sick - are you okay?" "well... it's because you keep talking and spending more time with them." "huh?" "why don't you just go hang out with them instead? i'm sure they'll keep you better company, right?"

after that - as much as jack doesn't want to avoid you, he just can't help it + he can't look at you in the eye after suddenly blaming you

technically both of you are at fault but shouldn't your relationship be built on trust

when you finally confront him, all your problems are clarified and just lack communication with each other

it may take some time for jack to fully acknowledge that feeling and become more open about it but one thing that he knows for sure that he trusts you

"i'm sorry for saying such things that day."

"you're so cute, you know that? don't worry jack, i love being with you."

[nieceeee]

"Let Me Help"

P/S: You and Eren decided to co-parent and things have been going well. You managed to keep a good distance and keep your hands to yourself. Until your hormones get the best of you and him being a good baby daddy offers to help solve your problem W/C: 2007

A/N: smut, minors DNI, baby daddy eren x reader, nicknames (mamas because you're his baby mama, babydoll) oral sex, praise kink, pregnant reader, NSFW,

I took some pieced of my original work and changed the characters so enjoy. I think I want to start adding more fluff. let me know if you're interested

“E don't, okay.” you huffed, holding a hand up at him. You and Eren had just made it back to your apartment. You had some errands to run earlier and he insisted on being there. You can't carry all that in your condition anyway he had fussed at you over the phone. You roll your eyes, placing your hand over your swollen abdomen as he opens the passenger side door for you. 

“I told you I didn't need any help.” you complained but like always, he refused to listen to you. 

Honestly, you were grateful that he was still around to help you out. After your relationship ended, you both decided it would be best to have a decent connection for when the baby arrived. Eren refused to let his child grow up without him so you both had to sit down and compromise. Despite all the drama from your relationship, you both managed to remain good friends and work on coparenting. 

Until today.

When those pregnancy hormones started to kick in and you woke up this morning with your fingers pressed against your clit, trying to find some sort of relief.  As your fingers circled your opening, you found yourself imagining a very familiar hand replacing yours. You whimpered at the image of Eren’s fingers pressing deep inside of you, stroking that ridged spot that you loved so much. 

“You look so pretty when you cum for me babydoll.” he praised, “Do it again. Make daddy proud and cum all over my hands. Can you do that?”

 Ironically, that was the day you actually made him a daddy. You were so terrified at the two little lines on the test that you took 5 more to make sure. Eren was ecstatic. He had always wanted kids. But your relationship with him had been so toxic that you were scared of what would happen if you tried again. So you both decided to remain friends in order to have a healthy relationship for your child.

All of that went out the window this morning as you coaxed another orgasm from your body, his name falling from your lips. But it wasn’t enough. The fire that burned in you refused to be sated. You needed today to get out of the house and blow off steam, anything to get your mind off of the aching in between your legs. Everything was going fine until he made his daily call. The minute his face popped up on screen, you felt the heat pass through you again. Fucking pregnancy hormones you groaned internally. 

“You all good mamas?” Eren asked you. 

Your toes curled in your shoes at the nickname, “Yes, I just have some errands to run today so I’ll have to call you later.” you rushed. Looking at him was driving your body crazy and you knew you would need your vibrator again before you could leave. “You doing all that by yourself?” he said, brows arching in concern. “Yes, E. I’ll be fine.” you fussed, your leg shaking with anxiousness. You just needed him off the phone. “I’ll be there in 10.” You couldn’t process the words he said before the phone disconnected. Fuck. you thought to yourself, you couldn’t be around him today. Not like this. You hobbled yourself to your room, grabbing your rabbit out of the top drawer and lifting your dress and pressing it against your swollen center. “Shit.” you let out as your juices dripped down your legs. You rushed to clean yourself up just as the doorbell rang. 

“Hey, babydoll you ready?” his voice called from the front door. You cussed yourself for giving him the spare key. For emergencies only you had told him but he still used it as he pleased. 

You met him at the door, hoping that your actions were disguised. He took his time looking at you. His eyes dragging from your head to your feet as he swiped his tongue out over his lips. “You look good mamas.” his deep voice lowered, caressing your eardrums and everywhere in between. “Stop looking at me like that.” you snapped. He gave you a sexy half smile and shrugged his shoulders, opening the front door and holding it for you. 

Running errands with Eren seemed nearly impossible. You found yourself watching his every move. You never thought a man putting groceries in the car would look so sexy. Those veins popping in his hands and traveling up the crevices of his muscles was making you dizzy. “It must be the heat” you explained to him when you needed to grab a seat to catch your breath. By the time you made it back to your apartment, your pussy was throbbing. You needed to make him leave.

Eren noticed you had been distant with him all day but he assumed it was just the heat and the hormones. But as much as you pushed at him, he wasn’t leaving you in that state. Something was going on with you and he wanted to know what. “You can go now.” you forced out. “You’re not putting all this away on your own.” he fussed, starting to unpack the groceries. “Eren, please just go.” you were practically groveling, the need between your thighs growing stronger. “Did I do something wrong?” he questioned, turning to you. His green eyes gazing at you with concern and confusion. “No, you didn't .” you expressed. “So why have you been pushing me away all day? I don't get it.” he urged. “E, please.” you started but he cut you off. “No, not until you talk to me babydoll. What did I do? I want to fix it.” “EREN. I'M HORNY OKAY!” you screamed out dropping your head back in frustration. His eyes blinked. Once. Twice. The room was silent. “I- my hormones are spiking and I have been having trouble all day.” you explained. “You being here has not helped.” He remained calm as he stepped towards you. “Do you need me?” he asked calmly. “What?” He stepped closer, standing right in front of you, forcing you to look up at him. “Do you need my help?” he whispered down at you. 

“What do you mean help ?” you asked, anxious to know the answer.

He smiled down at you. “Come here mamas.” he said softly. You walk towards him, taking his outstretched hand. He leads you through the house and to your bedroom. “E-” you start. He looks back at you and all your words get caught in your throat. Eren positions you next to your bed, coming up behind you. He gently slides his hands underneath your belly, a warm feeling running through his chest as he lifts slightly to offer you some relief. You sigh sinking into his arms, your back pressing against his chest. “Eren, are you sure this is okay? We said we were setting boundaries.” you said softly. “I know.” he whispered, rubbing small circles on the underside of your belly. You hummed in delight at the sensation of his warm hands on your skin. “Look at it this way mamas.” he explained. “My goal is to make sure you are as comfortable as possible. And this is causing you discomfort, yeah?” You nod, riding the high of his words as he continues to massage you. “All I want to do is help you get a release.” he whispers, leaning down to you. He rubs the tip of his nose against your neck before clamping his teeth down gently into your shoulder. Your legs buckle slightly as he runs his tongue over the mark. “You smell so fucking good babydoll.” he groans, his dick hardening behind you. You both stand there for a moment, you pressed against his chest as he rubs your belly and plants kisses on your neck.

“Come here.” Eren says, releasing your belly, He guides your hips back to the bed and lays you down. “Eren, are you sure about this?” you asked breathlessly. He looks down at you as he pulls half of his hair back into a ponytail. “Positive.” he grumbled. He guides you back gently against the mattress. “Just let me take care of you baby. I’ll make you feel good.” he whispered. “You always do.” you let out. He hummed his approval before pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Eren takes his time, kissing down your neck and into your shoulder blades. Your eyes flutter close as you sink into the bed. He takes his time trialing kisses down to your swollen breasts, his lips closing around the hardened mound as his fingers roll around your other nipple. Your hands travel up his back and into his hair, gripping softly. He growls, biting down gently on your nipple as he continues his descent down your body. He takes extra time kissing around her belly, a smile playing at his lips as he trailers the linea nigra in the center of your abdomen. He travels further until his head is centered between your legs. An audible gasps escapes your lips as the warmth of his mouth attaches to your aching middle. Eren takes his time, sucking at your clit, rolling it gently between his lips before slipping his tongue inside of you. Your back arches slightly from the bed as you revel in each swipe of his tongue, the wetness getting louder as he swirls the muscle inside of you. The wave of heat washes over you once more as he growls into your pussy. “E, baby. Fuck.” you call out to him as he feasts on you like you’re his last meal. You body jerks as the orgasm spills out of you and into his mouth. He stays there, holding onto your thighs lapping at you until you come down from your high. Your essence drips from his chin as he sits up and looks at you. “You taste better than I remember.” he said softly. Your breathing is heavy as you stare into each other's eyes. 

You part your legs slowly, beckoning him closer. Eren’s eyes widened slightly. “You sure?” he asked, his gaze heavy. You nodded. You needed more of him. “Please” you beg. 

He smirked and cupped his hands under your upper thigh, sliding your body closer to him. “E…fuck.” your mind went blank as he rubbed his tip against your opening. “You okay baby? You need to stop?” he looked up at you, his gaze heavy. You looked down at him, thick and heavy, his body begging for release. He was a force to be reckoned with down there. “Y/n?” he asked, stepping back slightly. “I- I ‘m okay.” you responded quickly. “You sure?” he said, still standing back, concern etched on his face.  “Yes. I’m sure.” You lay back on the bed again, opening up wider. He took a breath and stepped back into your space, pressing against you again. Your fingers gripped the sheets as you felt his tip push inside of you. “Fuck” you cry out. He stilled. “Am I hurting you?” he asked. You were drunk on pleasure at the feeling. “No please keep going E, I need it.” you moan out. He shuddered at your cries, and worked his way in a little more. He took his time, slipping in and out of you with shallow strokes, rubbing your clit when you clenched around him. He knew your body inside and out. You felt another weave of pleasure overtaking you. Your walls clenched around him. “It's okay. Release for me babydoll.” he said gently coaching you through your final orgasm. He stayed sheathed inside of you until he’s sure you’re done and slowly pulls out, your creams spilling onto the sheets beneath you. His gaze seared your body as it trailed you from head to toe. “What?” you ask shyly. “You are so fucking beautiful, you know that.” He ran his hand down the side of your face, wiping a few of the tears from your eyes. You smile up at him. 

“Thank you, Eren.” you say softly. “I told you babydoll. I’m always here to help.” he smile before planting a gentle kiss to your forehead.

[lunasdreamytreats]

Size kink ! Feat. BSD, HSR, GI, PKMN AND KNY characters

A/n: I've just stopped menstruating and am beyond horny so plz accept this brainrot :)

Cws: Various male characters x fem!reader, size kink (obviously), no full smut but it's still nsfw, use of a remote vibrator, manhandling, implications to public sex and exhibitionism, near accidental voyeurism from strangers, I wrote this with my pussy and im not sorry

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He's just so much taller than you, his hands dwarfing yours as you cling onto him in public. The simple gesture seeming innocent to the many passers-by, just a couple holding each others hands as they shop; but little did they know, that each small squeeze conveyed much more than mere pda.

When you got home, however, he trapped you between the door and him, just outside of your shared apartment. His frame completely blotting out any light and casting a looming shadow over you as you fiddle with the keys.

It seems your plan to rile him up worked...

"You squeezed my hand so many times today, darling. I wonder.... were you mimicking the squeeze of something else?" His voice oozed with a playfully teasing tone that would've had you rolling your eyes, if you weren't desperate to get inside.

"P-please, you've b-been teasing me all d-day" you managed to say in a hushed tone, frowning as you looked up at him with big, doe eyes. "N-need you" you pressed your behind against his crotch, letting him feel how wet you are through the fabrics separating him from you. A low groan bubbles up from the very bottom of his throat at the action, slipping a hand under your skirt to tug at the string of the bullet vibratior stuffed inside your pussy, still running at full speed.

"Testing my limits, are ya? Even when you know fully well how easily I can manhandle you? How weightless I make you seem?" He pressed his fingers down heavily on your clit, sliding them down along with the sheer amount of slick that accumulated from his teasing all day. The obscene, audible squelching that came from between your legs as he did so made you shiver in his hold, embarrassed at how wet you got from his perverted idea.

"Tell me," His free hand lent against the door, completely caging you in; while his knee replaced the hand at your clit as said hand tilted your head up to look at him. He wanted your whole attention on him, just like he's been training you. "Would you prefer if I didn't hold back while out? Flip your skirt up in public and ravage you for anyone to see?"

Your skin burned against his fingertips as he held your face in place so you couldn't avert your gaze, the smirk adorning his handsome features a tell tale sign that he knew you were crumbling. Your fingers frantically turned the key in the lock, unlocking the door just in time for your hands to fly up to your mouth to muffle the moan that escaped you.

"Y-You shameless bitch..." you grumbled quietly, avoiding his gaze as he let your face go open the door for you like a gentleman; he's not that inconsiderate. You tried to walk normally, you really did; but with all the teasing that just occurred, your walk was more akin to a stumble.

"Want me to help you there, dearest?" His voice still had the irritatingly teasing tone as before, his fingers snaked down your back until they cupped between your legs; lifting you up effortlessly and bringing you inside.

Of course, he made sure you didn’t notice the neighbours, who’d just walked out as you were going in, and they saw nothing prior to coming out just now…. Well, nothing except for your boyfriend carrying you into your apartment in such a provocative way.

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Oh, and the sheer amount of slick coating your inner thighs, and a small wet patch on the carpet outside the door.

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Thinking of: Nikolai, Jouno, Dazai, Jing Yuan, Blade, Veritas Ratio, Alhaitham, Childe, Wriothesley, Zhongli, Volo, N Harmonica, Adaman, Douma, Kokushibo, Yorichi, Gyomeni, Tengen, + your faves/other fandoms

[norrisgrl]

 ࣭ 𝆬  ୨୧ I'll always be here | LN4

Lando Norris x reader

Author's note: hiii everyone!!♡ this is my first ever time writing anything like this so there's probably a few mistakes and it's not very long, but i hope you guys enjoy it:) this was inspired by the quali from today btw, i'm still recovering but yeah:( happy reading !!<3

(also english isn't my first language so sorry for the grammar mistakes)

As the sun was coming down its golden rays were covering the track, a sea of disappointment consuming Lando’s body as he was coming out of the car after a tough qualifying session that left him questioning every turn and every decision he had made. The disappointment weighed on him, his face etched with frustration.

Your heart was aching as you saw Lando so frustrated with himself on the screens, you knew that this was going to take a toll on him. As you saw him approaching the garage you could sense the storm of self-doubt raging within him, the anger and the frustration, he just wanted to show the people who supported him and the team that he was capable of bringing good results.

Without hesitation, you moved to him, enveloping him in a comforting hug. His strong arms wrapped around your waist, and he nuzzled his face into the curve of your neck, finding solace in your familiar and sweet scent, "I know this wasn't the result you were expecting," you whispered, your voice a soothing balm against his troubled thoughts. Your hands gently caressed his back, offering reassurance. "But even so, you still manage to make me proud," you continued, a soft smile gracing your lips. "And I'm sure you don't only make me proud, but everyone else around here too," you added as Lando was now staring into your eyes, at that moment, he saw not disappointment but unwavering support and love.

Lando knew that his words were not going to be able to express the hurricane of emotions he was feeling inside, he reached up and gently cupped your cheek with his hand, his thumb caressing your skin gently, completely ignoring the surrounding people around you both, "I love you Y/N’’, his eyes never leaving yours, which you didn’t mind because to you his eyes were like a work of art that you could stare at all day. As his thumb kept brushing against your skin he let out a soft sigh, his mind trying to find the right words to say, "You being here with me it’s all I need right now." And with those final words, he pressed his lips against yours in a soft and tender kiss. The weight of the not so ideal results now faded into the background, replaced by a sense of gratitude for the person he had by his side.

[justmediocrewriting]

I just KNOWWW in my heart and punani that OPLA Sanji calls his girl "Duchess" when they get nasty and this has been living rent free in my mind for a HOT ASF MINUTE. Thank you for coming to my TED talk.

-💅🏾

✍️: sis can I just say that I am SO HERE for your TED talk? I strongly feel as though OPLA Sanji is one of the rare men out there that can be romantic and downright dirty and degrading at the EXACT SAME TIME. Literally in the same sentence. For example:

★ He talks in such a sweet voice, like, this mans could say the filthiest and most degrading shit and it would sound like he’s praying to you.

- “is it too much? Do you need a break, duchess?”

- “you can take so much more, doll; I know you can.”

- “gods, duchess, you’re trembling. Do I affect you that much?”

- “you’re being so good for me, love. I think you deserve a treat.”

- “you’ve made me so hard, duchess. I think you should take responsibility.”

- “stay right there and don’t move; I want to worship every inch of your beautiful body.”

★ it’s not just his words either. He displays a mixture of dominance and worship in every move he makes

- holding you by the hips, hands nearly feather light on your skin yet halting every movement

- definitely a fan of stroking/holding your cheeks/jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes locked on him as he picks you apart

- don’t even think about closing your eyes. He’ll find a way to open them

- loves every inch of you and makes sure you know it

- absolutely loves to hold you in his lap. Will wrap his arms around your waist to hold you there until he’s satisfied, and though hes normally very composed and calm, there are times he gets impatient and will start humping you right there through his clothes

- isn’t a fan of getting extremely frisky in front of others; but you won’t be safe from hidden teases, such as a small squeeze to your thigh under the table or an “accidental” graze of his groin against your ass

- also makes a habit of riling you up through whispers

“you look ravishing today, duchess.”

“I can’t wait to get you out of those clothes.”

“I wonder how I should worship you tonight…”

★ a fucking sex god. Let’s be honest y’all opla Sanji gives off that vibe. He definitely knows his way around a woman’s body, but he also knows that every woman is different and that their optimal pleasure points vary — this makes him the most mind-blowing lover on the face of the planet

- he is immediately eliciting and gauging reactions even before the two of you get intimate

- it’s so subtle that no one really catches on

- refers to you by various endearments to see which ones bring the biggest blush to your face — he’ll then use that information to his advantage in the bedroom, using them so much that you’ll literally feel like melting

- his main goal in the bedroom is to send you straight to euphoria in the shortest time possible

- his hands are dexterous and experienced, locating spots within you that even you didn’t know existed, and finds your erogenous zones with little to no difficulty then abuses them mercilessly

- this mans talks you through your orgasms

“that’s it, duchess. Keep squeezing me like that, it feels so good.”

“gods, you’re soaking us both. So beautiful.”

“I’m here duchess, just let go. Let me see you lose it.”

“are you about to cum, duchess? Don’t be shy, you can make a mess on me.”

“you sound so beautiful, doll. Just like an angel.”

★ his own pleasure comes second to him, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t go all out when it’s his turn. The way he fucks you can sometimes border on brutal, with fast, deep thrusts that bring stars to your vision; yet he somehow manages to nearly replace any and all pain with intense pressure. I imagine that he’s a fan of any position in which he can see your face

-cowgirl

- missionary

- mating press

- strong enough to stand up and hold you while he fucks you — with or without pressing you against a wall

- fucking loves eating pussy, and is damn good at it

- though he thoroughly enjoys watching your face while he pleases you, he will give that view up for a good 69

- it absolutely drives him crazy to hear and feel you gagging on his cock as he slurps, licks, and sucks your pussy

- ride his face. Just fucking do it

- will move your hips for you if he feels you aren’t riding fast enough

- will willingly give up his right to oxygen in favor of burying his face between your thighs

- mostly dominant, but he will occasionally display some submissive behaviors — mostly with words

“gods, please don’t stop, duchess. Keep riding me like that.”

“your pussy is so damn good, love. I can’t get enough.”

“that’s it baby, take what you need from me. Use me, duchess.”

★ agghhh damn you nonnie this is INFESTING my brain right now. Maybe I’ll write a one-shot of this instead just headcanons at some point. “Duchess” is definitely an endearment that Sanji would call his partner. I also have a few that I see him using, such as:

angel (😩🤤), babydoll, doll, darling, sweetheart, madam, precious, GODDESS (fuckk I caaaant)

I’m so thirsty for this man it’s unreal.

Also, I know I’ve been basically dead on here and I apologize profusely for that. My motivation has been crushed for a while and I’m trying to build it back up bit by bit. Thank you all for being patient with me ❤️ I love you all so much

[catalinas-cure]

take care

word count: 1k

a/n: quick lil thing that popped into my mind after a hang out (😭😭), reminder that my requests are open and i will literally write almost anything y’all send in 🫡

summary: finally figuring out what works sex wise with new bf!john b

warnings: smut ofc, unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, licking cum

“think i know just what you need, mama” john b says

spreading your legs open with his warm, rugged hands, pulling your already soaked panties off of you and tucking them into his pocket. “for later” he says, shooting you a look that makes your legs even weaker than they were before.

“ ‘m sorry that i was a brat today…i’ll be better tomorrow, promise” you assure him. he makes sure you’re looking right at him and starts rubbing your sensitive clit “let’s hope you can keep that promise, baby..” he whispers

your legs start twitching around his hands for a quick moment, he takes this as a chance to grip one of your thighs with his free hand “keep ‘em open for me, okay?” he orders. you nod, forehead already starting to sweat as you start to feel the aching of your core.

“can you…put your fingers in already?” you mutter, half not wanting him to hear you. he does as you ask, quickly sticking one thick digit into your folds, you felt your back start to arch as he curled his finger inside of you.

kissing your neck, he adds a second finger, making you whine for the first time that night. “mhm…keep ‘em right there” your eyes shut close, you don’t know how you’ll control yourself when he finally slips inside.

he pulls his fingers out of you and licks them clean of your arousal, holding your chin up with his other hand to make you look at him. “want you inside ‘f me already” you whimper, a smug look washing over his face.

“you sure you’re ready?” you nod again, laying further back onto his bed “ ‘kay then, tell me if it hurts, we can take it slow” he reminds you. you take his shorts off, palming him through his boxers, and then finally taking his cock in your hands.

running your thumb over his tip, you hear his breathe catch in his throat, you lick his swollen tip for a quick moment, just enough for a little bit of precum to cover it.

“ ‘m ready.” you say, trying not to cum at the sight of him like this, he begins rubbing the head on your already swollen clit, little hums of pleasure coming from the both of you fill the room.

finally, he slips right into you, inch by inch, it’s almost painful at first but that feeling quickly fades away and is replaced by a mind-numbing sense of fullness.

his hips jerk against yours by pure instinct, eager to push himself deeper inside, as deep as he possibly can. mewls slip from his lips to yours as the two of you try to keep quiet, the kiss only doing so much to make up for how loud the both of you were becoming.

this wasn’t the first time in the relationship that you had had sex together but it was definitely one of the few times, you both were still figuring out what the other liked and what worked for the two of you.

you pull off of him as much as you could without letting his tip slip out, quickly sliding his dick back into your dripping cunt. it’s almost like you could feel him in your stomach “so fuckin’ good f’ me” he squishs your face with his huge hand, making you laugh.

“stop looking at me…’m gonna cum” you moan, your walls clenching around him, nails dug deep into his tanned skin. “me too…don’t know how much longer I can last when you do that….fuck” throwing his head back in pleasure, brunette hair sticking to his forehead.

soon enough he has you on all fours, your hair in his hands, you can only manage to get a few gibberish words out as he pounds into you from the back. “yesyesyesyes….fuck” you scream, hiding your face in his pillows.

john b can’t even look you in the eyes because he knows he’ll cum right then and there, he continues ramming into your needy pussy, holding on to your hair and the small of your back for dear life.

low, breathy moans forcing themselves out of him, he flips you back onto your back. “are you close?” he asks, trying to catch his breathe, wiping the sweat off of his face. “mhm, you can cum now, don’t pull out…” you tell him, he’s never seen you like this , he’s finally figured out what works the best for the both of you.

“you sure?” he questions, squeezing the fat of your plush ass “fuck yes, want you to fill me up…” you cry. john b immediately began thrusting into you at a pace that had you feeling like you were being split open from the sheer size of him and how good him fucking you like this felt.

he cums right then and there, he smacks your aching cunt which makes you do the same. the both of you laying still as john b’s thick load of seed starting to spill out of you, he takes two fingers, slips them into your spent pussy, and sticks them into your mouth.

he grips your waist as you warm his cock, pulling out to press messy kisses to your neck and back “love seeing you like this…all fucked out” john b makes you face him, rubbing his thumb over your lips that you had biten when he was ruthlessly sinking into you over and over.

“is that what you like, hm?” he smirks, moving your hair out of your flushed face, you nod, not being able to speak from how exhausted you were. “you did so good for me, so good” he praises, kissing your forehead and cheek.

that in itself could make you wet again if you weren’t so worn out “love you…” you somehow managed to say, looking away because of how hot you felt your face getting. “i love you so much” he laughed as he pressed another long kiss to your cheek.

john b really was everything you’d thought he’d be like as a boyfriend, and more, this was just another thing you could add to the list of things you loved about being with him.

[missblissy]

Vox x reader but its fluufffy as shit- like im talking hurt/comfort like full on motherfucker is down so infamously bad

((Ofc Nonny UwU Vox is a guilty pleasure of mine, so this was fun to write. Again.... IM STILL A LIL RUSTY SO IM SORRY IF IT'S NO EXACTLY WHAT YOU HAD IN MIND QWQ... But! As always, Enjoy!))

Little taps traveled down the lush golden halls, with a tiny fury in each step. Sparks and zaps and zips twisted from the broken wires popping out of your skin. The arm you clutched tightly let out fizzes and glitches and your broken hand moved on its own. 

You found an elevator and slapped the buttons with your good hand then stared at the spycam in the corner, “Vox!” You whined, “Let me in!” Your high pitched cry was more of an annoying beg but still… It worked. The elevator’s door dinged and shut before lowering down into the catacombs of the mega tower.

At first some silly stupid song played in the elevator before a familiar voice came over the speakers, “What did you do now?” It was Vox. You raised a brow, a pointed and angry pout as you took a side glance at the spycam. Shameless guilt was on your face, as you caved and confessed, “It wasn’t my fault! I was just trying to get today’s filming done and that-” You stopped yourself and took a breath before you got worked up again, “Anyways,” You held up the broken arm and hand, “I need a tune up, and you know I won’t let the tech boys touch me,” 

The elevator slowly lost its walls and you were standing alone on a moving platform lowering itself to a bridge. You didn’t even wait for it to reach the ground or stop, you jumped halfway down and started skipping along the bridge. With a new tune in your step, happy to have gotten your way, you gave a cheerful wave to the tanks full of sharks while heading towards Vox’s lair. 

You first checked his room full of tv monitors and spy cams, he wasn’t in his Little Throne as he put it. So you made your way to his workshop. He was already there sorting through replacement arms for you. With your good arm you looped it with his and gave him a playful nudge, “Thank you, Voxxy~!” You hummed out, putting on extra layers of cuteness knowing he’d be annoyed with you already for interrupting his work. 

“Mhmm,” Vox hummed, then reached for a robotic arm. You quickly pushed his hand away from that one, “Not that model,” You told him, “Remember? It’s got that bug that makes the nervous system fail,” He just nodded his head and reached for another arm while gesturing for you to sit down. You did just that, sitting on the workbench with your feet swinging back and forth off the edge. 

“So are you going to tell me what happened?” Vox asked while keeping his eyes focused on the task at hand. He took your broken arm and first looked over the damage, then the hand as well. His eyes flicked up to yours as he added, “Or do I need to check the surveillance system?” His hands lightly grabbed you by the crook of your arm, bending it by the elbow to find the hidden port under your skin. He pressed nothing, just skin, but soon it lit up in the shape of a little heart.

You looked away with a pout, maybe the cute act wasn’t going to help. You huffed and rolled your eyes, “She started it!” You yelped, “I was doing the scene for this month’s show perfectly, as always, and the stupid bitch couldn’t deliver her lines right!” All while you ranted, Vox managed to run his finger along your arm and unlock the skin shell, uncovering the wires, blots, tubes and bars that made up your insides. 

A heavy gulp came from your throat, and your irritation slowly melted to an uncomfortable uneasiness. It was still so strange to you to be nearly fully made of bits and parts. So was Vox…. but still… It wasn’t a familiar concept to you quite yet. On the outside you looked completely the same as you’d always had in your afterlife. Selling your soul to the overlord was the biggest decision you’ve ever made. Surely one day you’d live to regret it, but so early on into the contract you hadn’t found any solid reason to regret a single choice you’ve made with Vox thus far.

He treated you so much better than Valentino did to Angel Dust. in fact Vox tried his best to keep you as far from them as possible. You were uniquely his. Literally, he made you. Bought your soul, tore it from its flesh and welded it to new metals. And you’d be lying entirely if you said you didn’t feel something for Vox. It was the biggest reason for being his, you felt some type of way and he liked to stroke that ego and play along with it.

Vox gave you a smug look however, with gentle hands he removed the arm entirely, “And who threw the first punch?” He asked. Which was a very good question, because you definitely did. Called out and put on the spot, your cheeks started to burn different shades of pink and red, “You’re still a prototype,” Vox hummed. From what you could feel, it was nice. The way his cool finger tips tentatively work at the seams of your sinews. He clearly was putting care into each and every work on your wiring, “You aren’t yet strong enough to take on a co-star, much less anyone, in a fight,” He said.

He had never been cruel with you, or even mean. Vox could be stern, like now, lecturing you to do better, be better. But his touch was always soft and careful. Like you were his greatest work of art, his favorite thing to work on, and his beloved precious project. And sure, he liked the person you were too. It was just a bonus that you could make him laugh, or get him to stop faking his smiles for real ones.

It didn’t help how often he kept you at his side. Filming was really the only time you were away from Vox, otherwise, you were always near, always in sight, and never too far from reach. Vox preferred it that way, and, honestly… so did you. So it was a welcoming and familiar touch, his hands tinkering away, checking you over as to look for any other damage.

Sheepishly you laughed and said, “Well, at least I only walked away with a broken arm,” And Vox chuckled along with you. The girl you fought couldn’t say as much. You nearly tore her in two… She was just so… annoying! And you got so sick of doing the same scene over and over and over…. “I taught her a thing or two about real tears, that’s for sure,” Your snotted little huff and pout was back, though luckily Vox seemed to enjoy it, “She had it coming, and I basically won if there was even a competition anyways,” 

He even agreed and said, “I’m sure you held your own, I don’t doubt you can’t kick some ass,” He then attached the new arm and started flicking and switching things on from within your hardware, “But I can’t have my little super star starting fights, or getting into them, or risk damaging the goods,” He smirked as he looked over his work with pride. Finally he snuck in a kiss and you felt all your rage melt away. First there was one on your cheek, then Vox gave you a quick but deep kiss before pulling away.

Vox then grabbed a new skin shell and snapped it in place, slowly feeling returned. The chill of his hands running down your arm, clearing off all the dust and fuzz, sent little buzzing sparks down the newly awakened skin, “It’s not good for our image either,” Vox added with a smirk and raised brow, “You’re my little super star, hell’s new sweetheart that everyone can’t get enough of,” He then fixed your hair, tuffing it back in place, curling it around your ear, “We can’t have leaks of you beating your co-star into a pulp getting out,” He rolled the sleeve of your shit back down, smoothed it out, and stole another kiss.

You could feel your arm again and life buzzed into the metal, until it heated up and felt all the same as any natural or organic creatures. As much as you like the coddling in his words, you tried out your wrist and looked at your nails, asking, “What am I, if I’m just your little super star? Are you trying to make your own fizz bot? A Vox bot? Whatever you call it, just some way to steal Mammon’s power?”

Vox smirked and pinched your cheek with his fingers and gave a little shake, cooing at you while saying, “To some degree, yes. A bigger, better, smarter one that runs off a human soul,” You pushed his hand away but he just grabbed your hand instead, pulled you off the table, to your feet, and gave you a little spin, “But for now, you’re just my favorite little toy, right?” 

A little yelp jumped from your lips as he spun you around, then caught you with one hand. You could not lie, the way this man spoiled you had you hooked, line and caught. He made it so easy for the both of you to forget what goes on outside this workshop of his. He made it easy to forget he owned you…. He made you what you are now.

Or perhaps that part of the deal you like. Who knows. It was unexplainable your attraction to him and you honestly didn’t mind being his pet, his distraction, his stowaway. Whatever one may call it, you were sucked in by his every word and move… every single time. Besides, you could pride yourself on being the one that cheered him up, that made him happy, especially when Valentino upset him. You were the one that Vox poured hours of his time into, who he tediously worked to improve. You were his favorite distraction.

He moved you about in a silly little mock dance, an equally silly tune playing from him, “And for now, your job is to just stay pretty, talented, flawless, and overall perfect just as you are,” His wooing words melted your metal heart. He slowed, holding your hands in his while he then gave a smile, a raised brow, and asked in a way that wasn’t really asking, but rather telling, “So no more fights, and ruining all my hard work, right?”

You blinked up at him, still slightly flustered from the mini dance, and even more so that he held you so close to him, “R-right,” You breathed then gave a small smile yourself. It was a strange relationship the two of you had, it clearly wasn’t something outsiders would understand. He peppered kisses along your new arm and trailed them up your shoulder, leaving a few on your cheek as you giggled out. 

He gave you a twirl then spun you off, “Now get back to work,” Vox’s grin stayed full on his face while you got your footing again. With a huff, you crossed your arms and gave a pointed look, teasing him obviously and putting on a bratty act, “I don’t need anymore distractions until about…” He paused and looked at his watch, “Five thirty?” 

Your foot tapped a few times and you shifted weight from one leg to the other, hip out in a sassy look, “I’m not a distraction,” You pouted, then rolled your eyes with a grin to match his, “Six thirty,” You challenged him, seeing if he could push off the time and actually commit to his work, “I should be done filming by then anyways,” 

“Fine,” Vox shrugged, seemingly unbothered by your teasing, “Six thirty,” He echoed. Vox then blew a little kiss to you, with spark and zap it zipped across the air in the shape of a little heart. The sweet sting of its electric shock warmed your cheek and let out a little snap on contact. You giggled and let your arms fall, a more cheeky look on your face and less of a pout as you spun on your heel and skipped back off to work.

[malarign]

boyfriend duty

contains: bf!Jungwon x gn!reader | genre: angst with comfort | tw! crying | wc: 0,5k

author’s note: i’m pretty sure it’s my first jungwon work that wasn’t requested 😬

The jumper that used to hug you warmly was now completely drenched in cold rain. Your whole body shook from the terrible weather that enfolded your city. The situation at work wasn’t better either. Problems with co-workers were topped by scolding from your boss and then some irritated clients.

You usually didn’t let those things affect your mood, but you never had to experience them all in one day. You closed the front door of your apartment behind you and tried to take a deep breath but instead, a little sob came out of your mouth. Just when you sat on the wet floor your phone rang with two notifications.

“hi, y/nie, are you already at home?”

“do you want to face time? i miss you :((“

You read both messages from your boyfriend and started typing your answer but tears welling up in your eyes handicapped you.

“y/n? why are you leaving me on read? :(“

Seeing that your efforts to reply were in vain you just called him. He answered almost immediately.

“Hey lovely, are you…?” Jungwon started but you interrupted him with a shaky voice.

“Can you come over? I know it’s late and you’re probably tired, but I really need you right now.” You said before guilt had any chance to flood your body.

“Of course. I’ll be at yours in 15, okay? Wait for me,” he said in a calm tone.

“You remember the code to my door right? I need to take a shower,” you mumbled and he reassured you to go.

Just like he said, he arrived at your apartment in barely 15 minutes. He stepped in and the only thing he could hear was the ticking of a clock and the faint sound of a shower, coming from your bathroom. Not wasting any second, he took off wet clothes and went to your kitchen to prepare you some warm tea along with your favourite snacks he bought you.

The moment the water boiled, he heard how the shower stopped and you quietly stepped out of your bathroom in your pyjamas and towel wrapped around your head. Jungwon couldn’t help but smile at the view, but it was soon replaced by a pout.

You came up to him and wordlessly wrapped your arms around his neck, looking for comfort and some warmth in his embrace.

“My Y/n…” Just at the sound of his voice, you let yourself cry a little bit more, knowing you’re safe to do so when you’re with him. He tightened the hug, pulling your form closer to him, and patiently waited for you to calm down.

“Today was such a shitty day,” you sobbed on his shoulder.

“I know, but it’s perfectly fine to have bad days. I’m proud of you,” he cooed at you and slightly pulled away to cup your face. Your eyes were puffed as lips still trembled in a pout, but he was quick to kiss it away. He peppered your whole face in soft pecks, making a soft smile grow on your lips. Just by that small gesture, he managed to make you forget, even for a second, about today’s events.

“Thank you, Won. You always know how to make my day better.” You smiled and leaned your head on his shoulder.

“That’s my boyfriend duty.”

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[ RECKLESS DRIVING ! ]

chapter eleven. clock watching

𝜗𝜚 You sigh exasperatedly, quickly pulling out your phone to check the time again, you're off of work in five minutes and Jake still hasn't shown up. On top of this fact, you've had a stressful day, with your manager hiring multiple new baristas in preparation for the holidays, which are rapidly approaching.

Your eyes trail away from the new employees to your watch, three minutes left, and he still hasn't come in.

You'd spend the majority of your shift training new employees and answering basic questions, which you usually wouldn't mind, except for the fact that your mind was currently fully occupied with anticipation for your 'hang-out' with Jake.

You're zoning out when Jungwon approaches you, "thinking about date with Jake?" He laughs as you whip your head to face him, not having heard him coming up behind you.

"It's not a date, and no, I'm just tired, training a bunch of new employees will do that to a person." You say flippantly.

Jungwon smiles knowingly, "Mhm, sure. Whatever you say. Just don't let him replace me as your favorite member of the soccer team."

You groan and put your head in your hands, "Who said you were my favorite?"

"Well who else would it be, Taehyun?"

You shove him gently and he pouts, "Don't you have trash to take out or something, I'm about to get off so you'll have to take over training for me."

He groans, "Be honest, how bad are they?" You glare at him, "They're not bad, just new, but be prepared for a million questions, at least."

Your conversation is interrupted by the bell hanging above the door letting out a jingle, your head shooting up to see Jake entering the store. You quickly rush to the register, dismissing the new employee who had been learning the system.

Usually, you'd never interrupt an employee who was still learning the ropes but for today you decided you'd make an exception.

Jake smiles and gives a little wave as he approaches the counter. You smile back and pull out a to-go cup, "one vanilla latte to go?"

"You know me so well, I'm touched." He begins to pull out his wallet but you wave your hand, "Don’t worry about it, it's on the house, think of it as payment for last time."

He grins even wider, your heart fluttering slightly at his boyish smile, but you quickly compose yourself, "let me make your drink and then I'll clock out and we can go."

He nods and you head over to the espresso machine, busying yourself with his drink and willing yourself not to take a peek in his direction.

You finish his drink and head to the office to grab your things and clock out, suddenly thankful for the fact that your job didn't have a strict dress code, allowing you to dress semi-cute for your shift, meaning you don't need to change before hanging out with Jake.

You quickly pull up your phone camera, examining your appearance, and once satisfied, heading out to the front of house, seeing Jake talking animatedly with Jungwon.

The pair grows quiet as you approach and you tilt your head, wondering what they could've been talking about. You brush it off and hand Jake his drink, nodding at Jungwon as he excuses himself to help the new employees.

"You ready to go?" Jake asks, and you nod, tucking your apron into your hat and following Jake out to his car. 𝜗𝜚

𝜗𝜚 author's note - i promise next chapter will be a written one of them hanging out you have my word fr. this one was lowkey filler coz I'm tired asf and it's 3 am, but i'll try to write more tmrw <3.

𝜗𝜚 taglist - @dreamiestay @haechansbbg @n1k1mura @soobieboobiedoobiedaboobie @bluxjun @lilifiedeans @rikisly @dojaejunging @nctsshoes2 @noobgod1269

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Three || Kinktober - Day 14

pairing ▸ hwang hyunjin × lee felix × f!reader

now playing ▸ 3 - britney spears

⤷ ❝three is a charm, two is not the same. i don't see the harm, so are you game?❞

genre ▸ non-idol au, bfs!hyunlix, smut

warnings ▸ threesome, double penetration, throat fucking, gagging, drooling, dumbification, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

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You stare at the couple in front of you in disbelief. They weren't serious were they?

Y/n: Sorry, what?

Hyunjin: We want to have a threesome.

They're deadass serious.

Y/n: Why me?

Hyunjin: You're the only switch we know that's single. And we trust you a lot.

You sigh, running a hand over your face. This was a lot to process in the last fifteen minutes they've been at your place.

Felix wasn't even focused on your conversation. His attention was drawn to the way you were spreading your legs, thighs looking so tempting.

He wants to ride them.

Y/n: Fine. Let's do it.

They widen their eyes.

Hyunjin: You're agreeing?

Y/n: Obviously. It's been awhile since I've had sex, anyway.

Felix: Thank you, Y/n.

Hyunjin: What he said.

You chuckle, asking them to wait while you grab a couple contracts. They look at the documents like they've been served.

Hyunjin: What's this for?

Y/n: Tells me your kinks, limits, and gives me proof of your consent for what'll happen in my bedroom tonight. It's also a waiver about safety and potential injuries.

They admire your organized arrangement skills. This gives them an insight to how much you've prepared for your nightly meetings.

Felix: Um... Anal fisting?

Y/n: If it's not for you, cross it out.

You hand them pens and they get to work. They double check just to make sure they didn't miss anything and handed you the signed forms.

You look them over and highlight their similar choices. You smile and add them to the file cabinet in your study - you'll just organize it later.

Y/n: Great! Follow me.

They follow behind you and get confused when you pass your bedroom. You chuckle, opening the forbidden door with the key around your neck.

They gawk at the decorated guest room - no, sex dungeon - you have in your apartment. How the hell did you manage to build it?

Y/n: Ta-da! Welcome to The Devil's Pit where all your disgusting fantasies come to life. Look around and see if there's anything you like.

Felix's mouth waters at the sight. He rubs at his nipples through his shirt while looking at a wall of toys.

Hyunjin palms himself at the sight of some floggers near the back of the room.

Y/n: Don't worry about the toys, by the way. I gift the used ones to everyone I sleep with and replace them with newly bought ones.

You smirk when Felix eyes the pet play section.

Y/n: Like what you see, kitten?

He involuntarily mewls at your petname, covering his mouth in embarrassment.

Y/n: How cute.

Hyunjin: That's fucking hot.

Felix: Can I try them on?

Y/n: Be specific.

He points to the ears and tail combo - excellent choice.

Y/n: You need to be prepped first.

He clears his throat, rosy cheeks burning even more than earlier.

Hyunjin: He's already prepped. Wanted to be prepared just in case.

You smile and gesture to the bed. Felix does not waste time and sits on the edge of the sheet covered mattress.

Hyunjin grabs the ears and tail, walking over to you.

Y/n: Get naked.

Felix quickly strips himself of his clothing and let's you perch him on his lap.

Hyunjin: This is making my cock hurt, but in a good way.

Y/n: First threesome?

He nods, watching you carefully take the small plug out of his boyfriend's ass. He gasps when you stretch Felix's hole open with your fingers, grabbing the tail from him.

Hyunjin: Lix and I've been together since high school. Only just recently have we talked about exploring our kinks. Then we talked about threesomes, leading us to today.

You hum, nodding as you focus on the blond on your lap.

Felix arches his back and moans when you slowly insert the cold plug inside of him. He calms down when you massage the meat of his ass so he can get used to the bigger size.

Hyunjin: I might just cum watching this.

Y/n: That happens.

Hyunjin: You've done this before?

Y/n: Mhm. Threesomes, orgy parties, sexual massages. Though, that was mostly in the beginning stages of exploring my sexual likes and dislikes.

Felix yelps when Hyunjin smacks his ass.

Hyunjin: So pretty, baby. All worked up over someone else ruining your innocence.

Felix: Ears please.

The older boy chuckles and clips the ears onto a few strands of hair on his boyfriend's head.

Y/n: Have you ever bought yourself these, kitten?

He shakes his head, loving the way you knead his body with your soft fingers.

Y/n: They're all yours now, cutie.

Hyunjin can't take it anymore and gets naked himself. His red tip was leaking so much at the sight of his boyfriend looking so obedient.

Usually he's a bratty sub.

Felix: Can I have him in my mouth?

Y/n: Of course.

Hyunjin shoves his cock down his pretty boy's throat. The fact that he's taking it like a good boy has him spilling down his throat quicker than anticipated.

Y/n: You must have an amazing mouth on you, kitten. Want to show me just how good you can make me feel?

Felix nods when he slides off his boyfriend's cock with a pop. He crawls off and helps you out of your clothes - with permission of course.

Y/n: And you-

Hyunjin tilts his head and listens to you attentively. It's interesting to see since he's stated in the contract that he's a hard dom.

Y/n: If you want to take control over me, you're gonna have to do a lot better than that. I don't submit to just anyone.

It's almost like you just helped flip a switch in him as his cock hardens once again. He grabs your hair and forces your mouth onto his throbbing dick.

You moan, Felix starting to suck on your clit. He rolls his tongue around and slides up and down your folds. He wants to make you cum.

Hyunjin abuses your mouth and grins when you relax for him. He got you to submit, with help from his boyfriend whose face is buried in your cunt.

Felix's small fingers work you open, his knuckles disappearing into your gummy walls with determination to make you squirt.

Your moan is muffled when you cum all over Felix's face and fingers. He cleans everything up, loving the way you taste.

He's never been with a girl before, let alone sexually. He's always known he was bisexual but never got the chance to explore that.

But he does, in fact, love Hyunjin more than anything in this world.

Hyunjin: I'm gonna cum again, fucking hell.

He shoots another load, but down your throat this time. He moans when you swallow each spurt while his cock is still in your mouth.

Felix: Did I do a good job, Y/n?

You pull away from Hyunjin and nod down at the pretty boy.

Y/n: You did so good, kitten.

He smiles and preens at your touch. He kisses your palm when you caress his cheek.

Y/n: So, how are we fucking?

They look at each other, not knowing what you mean. You chuckle, pulling Felix up and onto our thigh.

He unconsciously starts to rock his hips back and forth, making his earlier fanstasies come to life. Your thighs are so warm and big, he's a whining mess.

Hyunjin: Maybe I'm doing something wrong. He's usually a bratty kitten.

Felix gasps and moans, not used to Hyunjin calling him that. They're still getting used to adding more to their sex life.

But he fucking loves it.

Y/n: I have something you don't - experience. The more you guys get used to your dynamic, the easier it'll be for Felix to become an obedient little pet.

He whines at your filthy words, humping your thighs even harder. He's about to cum.

Felix: I wanna cum. Please let me cum.

You coo, smacking his ass cheek and massaging the sting away.

Y/n: Beg Hyunjin for it.

He pouts but turns to his boyfriend who raises a teasing eyebrow. He's going to love this.

Felix: Don't wanna. He's a big meanie.

Y/n: Is that so? Then I guess you can't cum.

You stop his hips from moving and he whines, throwing a little tantrum. He's only ever a brat with Hyunjin because he doesn't give in right away to his wants.

Felix: Daddy, can I please cum? Want to feel so good on Mistress' thigh. Feels so good. Please, please, please!

Hyunjin chokes at being called Daddy. His boyfriend has never called them that since they started having sex.

Y/n: Look at that, kitten. His cock loved the sound of that. Call out to him again.

Felix: Daddy, please! It hurts so much.

Hyunjin: Fuck, baby. Go ahead. Ride her thigh and cum for Daddy.

You remove your hands so he can move again. Felix grabs onto your shoulders and roughly humps your thigh until he's a babbling mess.

You grab his cock and use his momentum to help him cum all over your bodies. You lick your hand and they both moan while looking at you.

Y/n: Again, how are we going to fuck?

They forgot about your earlier question. They truly don't know how to go about this.

Y/n: Do you guys trust me?

They both agree with you immediately, making you smile. You'll make sure their first threesome is one they'll never forget.

Y/n: Lay down on the bed, kitten.

He does as told, silk sheets engulfing his frame.

You climb over him, aligning the tip of his cock near your pussy. You sink down, taking all of him in. He has such a big dick for a sub, it's surprising.

He was gasping at the new and unfamiliar feeling of your gummy walls swallowing his cock whole. He's never had such an overwhelming sensation around his cock.

He's practically a virgin with how he's never fucked anyone. Hyunjin's the one that he's been with.

Y/n: You've really never had sex like this, kitten?

He shakes his head, tears streaming down his face. This was exceeding his expectations more than he'd thought. He never knew someone could get so pussy drunk.

Hyunjin: You take him in so well, Y/n. Makes me a little jealous it ain't my cock inside you.

Y/n: Which reminds me. Get the lube in that dresser over there.

He does as told and watches you lean over Felix, asshole on display for him.

Y/n: Open me up and fuck me. You can control our pace with your thrusts.

His jaw was basically on the floor right now. He can be inside you at the same time as Felix and have complete control over both of you?

Sounds like heaven.

You kiss all over Felix's face, hoping to distract him from the overstimulation. He's never felt so good and you're not even moving.

He can't wait until Hyunjin mounts you.

You roll your eyes to the back of your head when Hyunjin shoves a finger into your asshole. He works you open until three fingers are stretching you to perfection.

Y/n: Add more lube and shove your cock into me, please. Felix is getting impatient.

He removes his fingers and cimbs over you. You arch your back a little more as he slowly sticks his throbbing dick inside you.

You scream at being so full and double stretched out. Hyunjin waits a few after bottoming out.

Felix: Daddy, please move. Want to cum inside Mistress so bad.

Hyunjin: Me too, kitten. But she'll be in pain if I don't wait a bit.

Y/n: I'm a sado-masochist, Hyunjin. I'll be fine.

That makes both of them feel some type of way, but they push it aside and focus on the moment.

Hyunjin starts to set a pace, watching both of you squirm underneath him.

Y/n: Oh, fuck! Faster, please.

Felix: Yeah, Daddy. Please move faster.

And who is he to deny both of you?

He snaps his hips at an insanely quick pace, it has both you and Felix seeing stars.

Felix was lying on his back, no energy to even move anymore while you try your best not to collapse on top of him from being fucked so good.

Hyunjin: Look at you two, such pathetic little sluts. Is my pace too much for you both?

Y/n: So much. But so good.

Felix can't even talk anymore, drool pooling down the side of his face. He was officially deep in a new head space, one you're all too familiar with.

Y/n: Aww, look at your boyfriend. Think he'll meow for us?

An immediate response to your words makes Hyunjin cum deep into your ass. Felix keeps purring when you rub your nose against his pulse.

You feel him twitch inside you, cumming deep into your warm cunt. Hyunjin doesn't let up until after you squirt all over them.

He carefully pulls out from you, grabbing two plugs. He shoves one in your hole; he wants to keep their cum inside you for as long as possible.

Felix whines when you lift yourself off and lay down next to him. You flinch when Hyunjin shoves another plug into your leaking cunt.

Hyunjin: My bad.

Y/n: S'okay. Come lay down.

He gets on the other side of Felix, kissing all over his fucked out face.

Hyunjin: Is he okay? Did we do too much?

You shake your head and rub soothing circles on Felix's pelvic area.

Y/n: He's in what we call sub space, or in his case, kitty space. He'll be fine, but I'm guessing it's his first time?

Hyunjin nods and coos at Felix's cute noises.

Y/n: He might be like this for a while. So it's best to take care of him until he comes back from it. What about you, are you okay?

He hums, looking at you with a happy smile.

Hyunjin: Yeah. Thank you for this, Y/n.

Y/n: No problem. Though, you did a horrible job in keeping me submitted to you.

Hyunjin: Cut me some slack, I'm new to this.

a/n: yall ain't gonna believe when i say i wrote all these fics in the last fifteen minutes... we'll see how far i get before sleep eats me alive. thanks for reading ‹𝟹

You laugh, running your fingers through Felix's hair. He purrs again, closing his eyes so he can sleep. His heart feels warm and content.

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[seneon]

Can i please request a story of orter mádl x fem!reader please? (Modern au)

Of reader getting mad at orter for cancelling their date to do work and they got into a fight? (I love your work sm i discoverd you through another mashle writers todoroki_waifu im glad they re tweeted your story so i found you💞💞💞💞💞)

THERE FOR YOU ──── ft. orter mádl x fem! reader.

about. orter has been busier than usual lately, thus he never gets to be there for you. | 0.7K words. angst and fluff.

notes. i'm glad that you discovered my account omg that is such an honour 😭 i've read their works before too 🫶🏻 ty for the request!!

ORTER MÁDL knew better than to cancel dates with his girlfriend, for he knew he was an extremely busy man, working in a busy industry where it requires his presence most of the time.

lately, he hasn't been able to be spending time with his lover, yet alone see her. if anything else in the world, he hadn't seen her in a while— except for the facetimes they do late at night which was considered rare nowadays.

orter felt so guilty. he felt guilty that he has been saying he'll postpone the dates to another night, another morning, another afternoon, whichever he thinks could fit into his tight schedule.

it was like no other cancellation. just when he thought he could have an off-day, the company where he worked needed his help and assistance. they told him that he would be paid extra if he worked for that and they needed his assistance the most.

there was no other capable workers other than the mádl. he was the best in that field, thus explaining his busy schedule.

that same busy schedule that would then ruin your expectations and lowered your hopes down to nothing — in terms of spending some time alone with orter.

you just wanted a single day or a single night, perhaps even a few hours of orter's time just so you could see the face of your boyfriend.

just once.

it's always all about his work.

but no.

work this, work that. work is like his lover, not you. it was like you've been forgotten and replaced with work.

so when orter cancelled this round's date, you were angry. mad. annoyed. pissed. whatever words that could be used to describe your current anger.

surely not you, because you've been enduring that fact for so long. it consumed you on the inside. it broke you and your heart. if shattered your hopes of being with orter again.

who wouldn't be angry if plans that were made so long, over and over, repeatedly, was once again cancelled or so to say . . . postponed ?

"you've been saying the same thing over and over again! it's honestly so tiring having to wait for you to clear up your busy ass schedule! and you only called to cancel the date!?" you shouted, clearly letting your anger speak.

"y/n, look. i know i've been cancelling our dates but please. i'm working for the both of us!" orter on the other line responded.

"i waited for so long because i want to see your face, but NOOO! instead, you pull up this work shit again! i'm sick... and tired of it! i just want to . . ."

orter remained silent.

"i just want to be with you.."

the mádl heard a sniff behind the phone screen and he felt his heart dropped at the sound you made.

you were crying.

"even for a minute... i don't care," you continued speaking into the phone just as it hung up, leaving orter in a state of panic.

he frantically pressed the button to your apartment floor and waited in anticipation until the elevator takes him up. orter than ran to your apartment and with the extra key you made for him, he unlocked the door and barged in.

"y/n!" orter looked around and found you laying on the couch, hugging the bear that orter gave you for your previous birthday. there you were, curled like a ball and softly crying along with your phone that was set aside.

"oh y/n..." the male rushed to you and pulled you into a hug, embracing your warmth that he hadn't felt in a while. "i'm so sorry y/n. please forgive me. i managed to get today off so i could surprise you, but i've made things worst. i'm sorry please. forgive me."

you sobbed even louder when orter embraced you in a hug, as you wrapped your arms around him tightly, finally feeling the touch of your boyfriend in such a long time.

orter lightly chuckled at your words and brushed your back, burying his face into your shoulders. he couldn't care if his glasses was going to be stained with smudges.

"outwer i'be wissed yoy so muj!!"

"orter, i've missed you so much!!"

all he could care was being there for you.

[jadededge]

Siren | Christian Yu - Ch. 2

Pairing: Christian x You

Genre: Demon AU, Romance, Smut, slight Horror

Rating: M

Summary: That voice. It started calling me during the darkest moments of the night, like a siren luring me further into the deep and it has continued for weeks.

Wattpad | AO3   (will likely always update these 2 places first)  

Navigation: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3

I'm awake. "I'm awake. What was that?" My heart was racing as I tried to cling to the details of what I'm sure was just a dream. A very vivid dream. But it felt so real. As I tried to sit up, I wince. My body is sore all over but I can't remember what happened to me.

After laying for what felt like hours, I got up to get ready for work. I slowly make my way to the mirror and take a look at myself. "What is that?!" I zero in on a strange bruise just below my right breast. It's got a funny shape, but I cant remember exactly how it got there.

In the distance of my mind I vaguely recall bits of what happened in the dream but with every passing moment I forget more and more, including his name. I can only see clearly his eye, his eyes. And that voice.

Shrugging off the unease that crept up my spine, I continued my routine, inspecting my body for anymore abnormalities. I wasn't looking forward to going to sleep that night but I told myself, just get through today and worry about that later.

Though, since that day, I stopped hearing the voice. The first couple of nights, I was afraid to fall asleep. I was afraid I would be lured back into his or its lair. But nothing. I slept peacefully for quite a few days. On the sixth day, I chalked it up to my imagination. The bruise disappeared, and I slowly began to go back to normal. His eye, his eyes, and that voice were the only memories of the dream that remained.

On the 7th day, however, my literal world turned upside down.

"I'm exhausted. How much longer must we carry this load." My coworker Kira laments as we chat during lunch at a café near the office. "It's been 3 weeks since Jason got fired and we're still carrying these extra assignments."

"I know. I didn't think he was the type to steal. He's honestly the best director I've worked for. You know, other than the stealing thing." I add.

She nods, "Same! I heard they may be close to finding someone. They need to hurry it along. We've got a deadline and a butt load to go."

I nod in agreement.

Once we arrived back at the office, we noticed quite a few people up and gathering around one of the manager's door. Another coworker Andrew is hanging back and looking on.

"What's going on?" I ask.

"Boss found a replacement for Jason. Guess they finalized everything over lunch." He whispers to Kira and I.

"Oh wow! I wonder if he's cute." Kira says excitedly causing Jason to roll his eyes.

I can't clearly see the new person from where we're standing. But just as the crowd parts slightly, I get a clear view, and my heart stops.

I gasp and freeze in place. "You okay?" Kira asks.

I can't answer and my vision tunnels. As if he sensed me, he turns to me and stares directly into my eyes and smiles slowly, a bright devious smile. I start to panic.

"I'm uh. I'm okay. I just need to sit down for a second." I retreat to my office quickly and shut the door.

"It's him. I- I can't remember what he did but it's him. How?" I start panicking. I really wanted to go home. I can't think straight and there's no way I'm going to get any work done. "Let me at least email Kira and let her know I'm working from home the rest of the day." And tomorrow.

As I'm packing my things to go, a knock at my door broke me out of my thoughts. "Come in."

I don't know why I didn't expect him to walk in, because of course.

"Hi." He steps in smiling brightly at me. Something about it was sinister. "You must be..."

"You." It slips out before I'm able to contain myself.

He tilts his head to the side, still smiling. "Me?"

"Yes. Y- you" I'm stuttering I never stutter. I realized I'm scared, but I cant scream. I can't ask for help. His voice sounds similar but not the same. It's not as deep. Am I imagining things?

"Yes I'm Christian. Your new supervisor." He steps further into my office, not closing the door completely. That does little to comfort me. "You must be..." he extends his hand to shake mine.

The way he sounds when he says my name makes my head spin. It was much deeper. Guttural. Just like that voice. Deep down, I know it's him. But he shows no signs of skipping a beat. I feel like I'm losing it again. I quickly stand trying to grasp my sanity. I place my hand in his and it all comes back to me. The dream I had mostly forgotten. I've got to get away from him. I pull my hand back quickly.

"I'm uh-sorry, I was leaving early for the day. I'm not feeling well and I really need to leave."

"Oh I'm sorry to hear that. I hope you get some rest." He's just smiling.

[kanatamour]

hi tora!! another blog, another request from me~ today im hoping for headcanons "how do they act when they have a crush and how would they manage to confess" with nayuta, kanata, reo & hajun!! i don't know how many characters you do at the time, so if that's too much just nayuta & kanata are nice!! thank you so much hehe <3

THIS IS MY LOVE.

Because ‘I love you’ is written in every single one of his actions, but he needs to tell you properly.

ft. Yatonokami Nayuta, Yatonokami Kanata, Maruyama Reo, Hajun Yeon x gn! reader.

cw/genre: fluff, love confessions, some angst.

Hello, Jules, dear and thank you so much for sending in another request here ! I’m sorry this took a while, but I still hope you enjoy it and that it can make you smile <3 I ended up making it in time before the year ends, so happy new year !

ଓ YATONOKAMI NAYUTA

“You came along, and my heart smiled. So, get rid of those doubts, my love, I’ve been waiting for you.”

— With Nayuta, you realize he’s in love because of his smile.

— His usually apathetic, even melancholy expression, is replaced by an upwards curve to his lips, brimming in a sweetness that is hard to place.

— To anyone who deigns to observe where his iridescent eyes keep looking, they’d find you at the end of the lane.

— It is easy to see, when you two are together. His gaze is a little brighter, that difference that makes you discern dusk from dawn; he seems more energized, the lilt to his voice a tad more upbeat, particles of sundust shining in the words he addresses to you.

— And perhaps everyone notices, and Nayuta hopes you do too.

— And maybe you already have, but alas, fear seems to follow humans in crucial moments, confusing the heart, leading it through twisting alleys that echo the unsavory sounds of ‘what if’.

— What is it’s just all in your head. What if you’re overthinking and reading the signs the wrong way.

— The sighs he lets out, alone, in the dead on night are the unheard confirmation that his feelings for you are real.

— And yet, miles separate you, each of you lying on your side in the blue light of a faded moon.

— But, as they say, every cloud has a silver lining.

— Nayuta just will have to tell you directly, then.

— Or rather, show you.

— You find yourselves on the topmost floor of his secret hideout, the sun casting in coppery hues the thousands of piled up buildings below; a beautiful contradiction, how the slums had a beauty to them at golden hour.

— But so did your moments with Nayuta.

— You found him, the one you hold most dear. It didn’t matter if it was in a place this world had forgotten.

— Because you could never forget Yatonokami Nayuta.

— Nor the kiss he gives you when you turn towards him at the call of your name.

— You can taste the remaining sweetness of the popsicle he was just eating as his hands land on either side of you, stabilizing himself when he leans in further.

— And because there is no way your mind is making up the cool softness of his lips on yours, you kiss him back, hands cradling his cheeks, strands of silken moonshine reflected on puddles after the rain tickling your fingers.

— “Is it clear now, that I like you, my cute [Y/n]?” Nayuta utters, in the sunset lit instants between his kiss and the second one you initiate as an answer.

— You don’t trust your voice right now, so you’ll speak in the language lovers do when words are superfluous.

— And you can be sure, he’ll be asking for more.

ଓ YATONOKAMI KANATA

“Your petals were bloodied amidst the storm and you still shined. When I next realized, I was the thorns, and you, the only rose.”

— Kanata doesn’t know what is it he feels for you.

— And what’s more, he doesn’t know why.

— Weren’t you another one of those rich brats to begin with? It was your fault that day you were in trouble in the rain, being robbed by some troublemakers.

— And yet, the moment you resisted to give them your pocket money and one of the attacker’s hands closed around your wrist, something in Kanata snapped.

— He doesn’t know how, or the reason behind which he found himself throwing punches until those bastards were running away.

— But he knew he didn’t like the sight of the cut they somehow managed to land on your cheek.

— “Thank you for that, but are you okay?” You asked him, checking for bruises on your nameless savior.

— You are the one bleeding and yet, you ask him that.

— “You shouldn’t be here.” Kanata spats, turning away.

— “Wait! What’s your name?” You asked, running to catch up with him.

— He ‘tsks’. Why can’t he leave you alone in the rain? Why does the sight of blood running down a stranger’s face sit so wrong with him?

— Annoyed, he drapes his jacket over your head.

— “You don’t want to know.” Are the last words he tells you, before running off.

— You stand there, dumfounded, the boy’s hoodie shielding you from the rain.

— You’ll be back here tomorrow.

— The sky dyes in shades of peach and lavender, reminding you of the sweet scent of spring. Ironic, in such a cold evening, and even more so in this district.

— You have a feeling you’ll find him again, so you wait. His jacket is neatly folded over your lap, as a stray kitten rubs itself against your leg.

— Then you spot him. Short sleeved t-shirt on, hands buried deep in the pockets of his pants.

— “Put this on, at least!” You call, throwing him his jacket. “Catch!”

— Eyes not unlike the color of the sky widen at the sight of you again.

— “Thank you for yesterday, whatever your name is.” You softly tell the young man, reaching where he stands with the small cat in your arms.

— It meows at him. Extending one of its paws.

— “See? He wants to know your name too!” You pout, holding one of the kitten’s white paws in your hand.

— “Ugh fine! It’s Kanata, okay?”

— “Nice to meet you, Kanata.” You giggle, as the cat paws at your hero’s face.

— And somehow, the way you call his name… It’s pleasant, a sweet melody shining in a world of gray.

— He wants to see you again.

— So, next time, he’s the one to seek you out.

— You always meet at the same place; the street where the white kitten lives. Sometimes it goes home with Kanata, though, and others you bring him to your apartment.

— Time is fleeting, and days become months, with December snow fading to rays of February sun, auguring an early spring.

— And then one day, Kanata isn’t there.

— You wait, with your cat friend, who meows sadly at you, climbing on your lap when the first tears begin to fall.

— That evening you leave, matching cups of ramen left to the freeze of a lonely night.

— However, someone saw this hurtful scene.

— “Care to explain yourself?” Nayuta asks his brother, slamming the door behind him.

— Kanata turns slightly around. “Don’t know what you’re talking about.”

— “Oh, you… You know very well. Why didn’t you go today?”

— To which Kanata shrugs.

— “Fine. I hope you know they left crying.” His younger twin points out. “Will you just face your feelings and accept you’re in love and that they love you?”

— “That’s…” Kanata’s shoulders slump. “They deserve better…”

— “Silly!” His brother intercepts, with a soft flick to his forehead. “And what? They want you. So you better get it together and go find them now!”

— And well, for some reason, Kanata doesn’t need to be told twice.

— Luckily for him, a small friend is there to help.

— Following the kitty, they both manage to locate you.

— “[Y/n]! Wait!” The boy who saved you that night calls, putting a hand on your shoulder.

— “What do you want, Yatonokami?” You ask, tone cold, without turning around.

— It hurts him. The way he’s hurt you, the way you won’t face him, the way you use his last name instead.

— “I’m sorry. I just… I’m stupid, okay? I couldn’t come to terms with- the thing is- I… I… Oh, to hell with it! I like you, okay? And I just didn’t know how to act around you or what to do and I thought you deserved better and so I just stood you up and I messed up.”

— A chuckle is definitely not the answer he was expecting.

— “You are cute when you blush, Kanata.” You murmur, wiping away a stray tear, smiling sweetly at him.

— “I’m not-“ He starts, cheeks blooming in crimson roses.

— “I said it’s cute. You are cute.”

— Droplets of thin rain begin to fall.

— “I like you too, if that wasn’t obvious.” You softly say, with a kiss to his cheeks.

— Much like the night you met, rain surrounds you. This time, it’s his cheek that burns, not because an open wound, but because of the searing sensation of a kiss he won’t forget.

ଓ MARUYAMA REO

“What is the point for a rainbow to hide? Let’s write our love in the sky.”

— Reo is a cutie and he definitely has a way with flirting.

— So that’s exactly what he does.

— He is not shy about it in the slightest, often complimenting you on your new clothes, telling how sweet you are or giving you hugs out of nowhere.

— Of course, all of the above, always that you are comfortable; Reo is very cheerful, but he knows how to read your emotions and pick up what you like and dislike.

— And at first, you didn’t think much of it. Sure, he is very affectionate with you, but he is with everyone else too, right? It’s not like you are receiving special treatment.

— Which, in turn, frustrates Reo more.

— Is he doing something wrong? He’s being pretty obvious, right?

— Or maybe… you don’t feel the same way?

— No, no, no, he can’t fall into negativity.

— He has to take you to a nice date and tell you how he feels directly.

— So, he puts together some money he’s been saving and chooses his cutest outfit. This is a special occasion and he wants to make you happy.

— When you arrive at the accorded spot, Reo is already waiting for you.

— Sure, he is a sunshine, but you didn’t expect an amusement park date, seeming how he and his gang usually preferred to hang out at the ramen place.

— “Hello, [Y/n]!” He greets you, those eyes of his mirroring the sunset clouds lining the horizon. “I got cotton candy hehe. One for you and one for me!”

— You take the sweet treat from him, eyes sparkly at the delicious sugary scent wafting around you.

— “Woaah! It looks so tasty! You’re the best Reo…” You thank him.

— And maybe, just maybe, because this is a date, you leave a cotton candy kiss on his cheek, giggling at the pink remnants left behind.

— To which the boy grins mischievously, bringing his fingers to it and tasting the sugary treat.

— “Hmm… Your kiss was sweeter…” He ponders, as your cheeks heat up. “What if we repeat it, properly this time?”

— And at that moment, beneath the lighting of dusk and attractions, your lips touch for the first time; a memory written over cottony clouds in rosey glaze.

— “I love you, pretty.” Reo utters, nose brushing against yours, when he parts.

— “I love you too, Reo.” Are your words, before you initiate a second kiss.

— Little did you two know, Iori and the rest of the gang are looking from afar, proud of his youngest member (Suiseki is a little jealous, but that’s another story).

ଓ HAJUN YEON

“I’ll erase the piercing words that were etched into your soul that day.”

— This man’s way of flirting is teasing you (change my mind).

— With his fans, he is all smiles and charming phrases, but when he really loves you, you get to see a more… naughty side of him.

— When he teases you, he doesn’t do it out of malice, no.

— He’s been hurt in the past, and even if his infatuation with you grows by the day, a part of him is still afraid he’ll be discarded again.

— The words ‘you are not needed anymore’ still resound inside his mind, no matter how much he smiles or tries to look perfect on the outside.

— So he’s wary of diving into a new relationship.

— But at the same time, you are so lovely… The way you pout when he’s teasing you, or how you call him and wave at him whenever you see him at uni…

— Hajun would really like to spend more time with you.

— “You should.” Anne tells him, when they finally get Hajun to spill the beans. “I know you’re afraid to trust but… Isn’t it lonely, to keep the one you love at a distance?”

— It is, yes.

— It’s painful if he stays away. And the variant of getting hurt hangs in the air if he tries to get closer.

— But, as they say, ships were not made to stay at harbor.

— So he’ll take this chance and hope for the best.

— And for that, you know he’ll use his charm.

— A cute cafe date here; dinner at his place that he cooked himself using organic ingredients there; and of course, the occasional expensive gift you had been eyeing, mysteriously arriving at your doorstep.

— You like all of this, and especially, you like him.

— However, a part of you can’t help but wonder: what does he want with me? What does he get out of all of this?

— With those thoughts, you lie in bed, listening to his music in the new noise canceling headphones you’re sure he’s bought for you.

— You’re so not sleeping tonight. Maybe tomorrow you’ll ask him about what ‘ulterior’ motives he has.

— The model’s vibrant eyes widen slightly behind his glasses when you utter the question.

— “Why me, Hajun? What are you planning?”

— It hurts him. How it seems he’s not the only one with trust issues here.

— So that’s how you think of it. Some kind of twisted game he’s playing to get something out of you.

— “I’m serious here, Hajun.” You insist, tone stern, when all the answer he gives you are the subtle expressions of his face.

— And for once, he decides to be honest. No mask of perfection obscuring the words he next speaks.

— “Because I’ve fallen in love with you, [Y/n]. Because I was afraid to trust, to be left behind, thrown away. But then you came around. And I wanted to spend more time with you. This is no game, not one that I plan on ending anyway.” He whispers that last part to your ear, a knowing smile on his lips as he feels the heat on your cheeks.

— “Hajun… You… You mean that?”

— “More than anything.” He vows, placing a kiss to the back of your hand, the one adorned with the set of silver rings he gifted you, never once breaking eye contact.

— Your fingers slot in between his. You suppose it’s alright to let your heart take command and test the waters.

— After all, you can’t keep denying you’ve been in love with him since the beginning, too. You just never thought he’d end up reciprocating.