#watching how they start caring for each other was a precious experience

[oikasugayama]

HOW HE F--KS YOU pt. 3

pt. 1 Dazai, Ranpo, Ango | pt. 2 Chuuya, Kunikida, Tachihara | pt. 3 Poe, Atsushi, Fukuzawa

SMUT AGAIN, gn!reader but multiple anatomies mentioned, MDNI

Poe

He fucks you submissively.

He whimpers. He whines. He cries. It just feels so good, he can't help it. He loves when you press him down into the mattress and fuck him. The weight of you on his hips holding him down while your cock/strap buries in his ass makes his whole body burn and tingle. When you lay on him and buck your hips repetitively, even if only shallowly, it makes him mewl and whine oh so prettily. He cums all over himself and the bed and makes such a mess and you tsk and tell him he has to clean it up before he's allowed to make you cum.

He was incredibly nervous the first time you started to get intimate. He almost backed out with tears in his eyes, saying he was just too nervous and he wasn't sure if he could please you, but you reeled him back into your arms and reassured him that you would help him figure things out. "I'll take good care of you, precious boy," you whispered, sending a shiver down his spine. You felt his erection against your leg and knew he liked you taking the lead, so you sank to your knees and once he gave you the green light you sweet talked him between sucking him dry.

He's only comfortable having sex at home, either yours or his. He's a creature of habit and of safe spaces, so he has to be somewhere he's very comfortable to start taking his clothes off and getting down. He gets more confident as time goes on and as he gets more practice, but he's still quite the sub for you.

He's calling you mommy if you identify as female. you can tell him to knock it off if you want.

When he takes the lead, he's very vanilla. He wants to eat you out and/or suck you dry, he wants to finger you and watch you squirm, he wants to fuck you and cum inside and tell you he'll make a pretty baby with you, though he always reassures you afterwards that he can pay for whatever necessary aftercare you need to avoid pregnancy, if that's what you require.

Atsushi

He fucks you obsessively.

If he could drown in your pussy/ass he would. He's diving in there headfirst every chance he gets. He loves when you wear dresses and skirts because he has easier access to your cunt. He'll dive under your skirt, tongue already out, lapping at your pussy like a dog drinking water. He gets so over excited that his hips are bucking even without anything for him to rut against.

When he fucks you doggy style, he fucks you doggy style. His arms are locked around your waist TIGHTLY, his back arched, he's panting and he's humping you as fast as he can, filling the air with obscene slapping sounds, moans, huffs, and whines. He thanks you for the use of your cunt/ass, telling you over and over "it's so good, thank you thank you, fuck, you're so good, baby please, I wanna cum, please can I cum?"

he! needs! praise! he needs you to tell him he's good, that he's making you feel good, that you're gonna cum because of him. He needs pets and kisses and your hands running through his hair. when he's feeling down and asks you for sex, you know the best position is lying on your sides facing each other, arms around each other, you kissing him and playing with his hair while he thrusts slowly, occasionally switching his cock for his hand to pleasure you then going back to his dick when his orgasm isn't so pent up. He likes to make these sweet sessions long because they're his favorite.

he likes sucking on your tits. even if you dont have any, he likes playing with your nipples. if your boobs are big and/or squishy, he's pawing at them every chance he gets, and he wants them in his mouth bad.

Fukuzawa

He fucks you expertly.

He's a good bit older than you, so he has more experience. After all, he's a lover not a fighter ;)

He makes everything feel special and sensual. He's the type to set up candles and gentle music and give you a full body massage before the first time you have sex. His hands gliding across your body, sneaking closer and closer to your crotch until finally his fingers are slipping inside/wrapping around you, making you moan his name out softly. he'll suck on your breasts, eat you out for a few minutes, and then fuck you (very responsibly with a condom) with confident, measured thrusts. he knoooows what he's doing ;)

He may occasionally joke that he's an old man, but he's still very fit and spry. No weak knees here, he's climbing on top of you or holding you up while having sex just like a "younger" guy would do.

He's theoretically against having sex anywhere that isn't home because it's very disrespectful, but sometimes his urges overtake his rational mind and he may ask you to come to the office in the middle of the day and it may or may not end up with you riding him in his office while the ADA employees are none the wiser on the other side of the door.

If you ever ask him to call you names or degrade you, he'll sternly tell you no, he doesn't like calling you names or being mean to you. But if you call him daddy... especially if he's already inside of you... he's getting a rush of arousal so strong it makes him cum instantly. he'll tell you not to do it again while blushing and secretly hoping that you will, so you hold onto it like a secret weapon. when you want him but he's busy, all you have to do is send him a tit pic and say "waiting for you, daddy <3" and he'll be home ASAP and bricked

[kanri-domo]

Characters: Il Dottore, AMAB! Reader

Warnings: Non-Con, Torture, Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Drugs

A tale of three failed escapes.

I.

It's dark. Dottore has no idea where he is or how he even got here. The last thing he remebered was storming off after a useless meeting, annoyance clouding his mind, fully intent on returning to his precious experiment. Yet, somehow, he was now in a dark cell, with the only light coming from behind a locked door.

With each little movement, the chains that bind him down clank. There's a cuff around his ankle and collar around his neck, both heavy and securely locked with a sturdy padlock, with chains that lead to the bedframe, which is bolted to the ground unfortunately. The chains aren't long enough for Dottore to go anywhere close to the door either, frustratingly enough.

"You're awake!" The door creaks open, finally. In enters a person Dottore does not recognize yet feels vaguely familiar.

"I've been waiting for you to wake up for so long," you complain, "I think I used too much sedative, but I was worried you'd wake up while I was still getting everything ready! Thank the archons you've enhanced yourself as much as you have - I think the dosage would've killed a normal person."

This person, Dottore thinks incredulously, is fucking crazy. To attack a harbinger - Dottore himself no less - is one thing. It's expected to for them to have some enemies, but it's whole other thing for someone to drug and kidnap one.

You prattle on for even longer, slender fingers twirling around a set of keys. Dottore stopped paying attention, no longer interested. If you were stupid enough to flaunt off the keys to his chains, then it would only be prudent for him to waste as little time necessary to escape and give you a slow death for the trouble you've caused.

The moment you walk into his range, Dottore snaps. He might be a researcher and scientist at heart, but he was the second for a reason and it doesn't take much to overpower you.

Dottore knocks you out with a strong blow to the head. It's disgusting how weak you are, he grumbles to himself, kidnapped by a stupid weakling.

As he turns around to unlock the cuffs around his ankle and neck, he fails to notice you getting back up, brushing off the blow as if it were nothing. It's not until he's shrieking in pain from an electrical shock that breaks him out of his concentration, and to his horror, face-to-face with you.

"Sorry, darling," you purr, "I'm afraid it's not going to be that easy. But hey, since you're so excited to be here, why don't we get started with lesson one?"

Dottore's vision is darkening, but he watched angrily as you place your hands around his throat and squeeze. The last thing he sees before he passes out - whether it be from the electrical shock or the lack of air, Dottore doesn't know - is the crazy glint of excitement that he'd seen in himself many times before. Dread pools in his stomach and everything goes black.

II.

Dottore was tired. There's a bone-deep tiredness that's been persisting ever since you'd kidnapped him. How long has it been? A month? Two months? No natural light enters the cell that you keep him in and the only other indicator of time passing is you coming and going.

There are bruises all over him; you liken it to adding color to a canvas, each one blooming into blues, purples, and blacks. Everything hurts. There's dried semen on his thighs and chest, but it's easier to ignore compared to everything else.

Dottore automatically stiffened at the ominous creaking of the door opening. You step in, humming cheerfully. In your hands is a tray of disgusting, horrendous slop. Dottore looks away from you, unwilling to submit himself to your whims despite the gnawing hunger.

"Ah, this game again?" You ask, amusement coloring your voice. "When will you learn," you tut. You say more words, but he's not listening, too tired to care. You roll your eyes at him before placing the slop on the ground and leaving.

The door closes behind you, but it lacks the distinctive click of the lock. The sound of footsteps getting feinter and feinter indicates you leaving though.

Dottore stares. There's no way you'd forget to lock the door... Would you?

It's dumb, and maybe it's the pain and exhaustion that fuels this escape attempt. It's so painfully obvious that it's a trap, but Dottore is nothing if not desperate.

Tugging at the chains, the loosened links came free. Hesitantly, Dottore stalked towards the door, afraid to make too much noise, lest you come back to investigate.

Peeking out the door, he sees no one. Despite the fear and the gut instinct of something feeling wrong coursing through him, Dottore refused to retreat back into the cold embrace and safety of the cell behind him. There's another door a small distance ahead, an exit perhaps?

Dottore takes his first steps towards freedom, before breaking into a run, hurrying before you come back. He would escape, he would -

A sharp pain from his head stops him in his tracks - or rather, you slam him into the wall does. Dottore sees stars and before he knows it, he's on the ground, blood bleeding out and running down his face.

"I'm going to kill you," Dottore snarls weakly, dizziness and pain quickly overtaking his senses, "I'm going to cut you into pieces and burn you alive," he slurs.

You laugh. Dottore is already weak from the time he's spent with you, and the head injury doesn't help, so it doesn't take much for you to hold him down despite his struggling. You unzip your pants, and Dottore stills.

"This is your punishment, darling," you coo as he started hyperventilating beneath you. You're not kind, Dottore had found out early on, but usually your punishments were physical, not sexual. Sex only happened after you'd coerced him into it in exchange for something else. Never as a punishment.

Your dick is objectively big, but for some reason, it feels even bigger than usual when you penetrate him. You don't bother to stretch or lube him up, and Dottore feels the lack of preparation keenly. It's painful and slow, and the whimpers the escape him would've been embarrassing if the pain of his insides rearranging themselves to make way for you wasn't as painful as it was.

By the time you bottomed out, Dottore was only moments away from passing out, but a sharp slap across the face brought him back.

"Ah - ah," you taunt, "if you black out now, I'd have to punish you even more later."

Without warning, you pull out before proceeding to slam yourself back in. Dottore howled at the suddenness, and the overwhelming feeling of pleasure and pain began to mix together as you fucked him senseless. Soon, blood slickened your movement and your roughness smoothed into a steady pace. Your hands grip onto his thin waist, nails digging into thin flesh, undoubtedly leaving even more marks. You fuck him like a ragdoll, and Dottore was helpless to stop you.

The harsh pace is unforgiving, and by the time you've cum, Dottore was extremely close to blacking out again. You cum inside him, painting his insides white. The feeling of fullness was overwhelming, Dottore whined, his own cock hard, yet lacking the necessary enough stimulation to get a release.

You laugh at him, looking down on him as if he were a dumb bitch in heat. You take pity on him - or at least Dottore assumes you do - and dig your fingers into his prostate. It takes several harsh jabs before he spills all over himself, and Dottore silently curses his masochistic tendencies. But, at the very least, you seem to have had your fill, he relaxes, letting exhaustion fill him.

"This isn't the end of your punishment, unfortunately for you," You taunt, "You belong to me, and only me, you know? It seems my silly pet still wants to escape, so I need to make sure I train you well. I need to make sure you know, and your body knows, that I'm the only person who will ever love you!"

The last thing he sees is the sadistic gleam in your eyes, a familiar look that Dottore no doubt had on his own face once upon a time.

He blacks out, body aching and terror griping his heart.

The next time Dottore wakes up, he’s back in the dark, cold cell. There's something - a vibrator - in him, and he's tied down to the bed. You've taken everything: his pride, his freedom, and his dignity. You've crushed it beneath your heel and the only thing Dottore could do was laugh at the irony until he cried.

The mad scientist sobbed and screamed into the unforgiving darkness, unable to move and unknowing of when you'd return.

III.

He's wet and shivering. Archons, why was he so stupid. To run away when you loved him when you took good care of him.

Dottore was hiding in an alleyway a couple blocks away from where you'd kept him captive, not that he knew where the hell he was. It's definitely still in Snezhnaya, if the amount of snow meant anything, but it was a big enough country that Dottore still had no idea where he was.

He could go back, but... The thought of your anger, however, was enough to hesitate. Besides, he still was loyal to the Tsaritsa, and still had a duty to the Fatui... didn't he?

Angry stomps interrupted his thoughts. No, dread pools in his guts, it seems, you had already found him before Dottore could make any decision at all.

You stare at his pathetic form, face blank of any emotion.

Dottore pathetically crawled towards you, body already numb from the cold. He could salvage this, he thought desperately, you loved him, after all. You'd forgive him... Right?

"M' sorry," he mewled pathetically, clinging onto your pants, "I didn't mean to," he adds. He practically kneeling in the snow, too weak to get up, as well as trying to act as submissive as possible. The collar around his neck feels heavy, despite being only made of leather. You'd placed it there, changing it from the heavy lead to a lighter leather, calling it a reward for good behavior.

But Dottore had misbehaved, and now, you're angry.

"It seems," you sigh, and the next words that come out of your mouth freeze Dottore even more than the cold did, "that I still haven't trained you well enough."

Dottore opened his mouth - to beg, to scream, he didn't know - but before he could, the sharp jab of needle made its way into his neck, and you injected a strong sedative into him. Dottore slumped down into the snow, misery filling his wretched heart and vision darkening.

.

.

He wakes up strapped to an examination table. The table beneath him is warm, but the air is as cold as ever, and Dottore shivers. His mouth is being forced open by a ring gag and his legs were forced apart by a spreader bar. There's something huge inside of him, it stretches out his hole to a burning degree.

"Finally awake, dear?"

Dottore tilted his head to look towards you. There’re no emotions on your face, and you're holding a bottle filled with a clear liquid.

He whines, a last-ditch attempt at placating you. It's useless, he knows, it's already too late for him. The room is cold, but the trembles that wrack his body stem from fear.

You ignore him, opting to instead pour the contents of the bottle down his throat. It doesn't take long for Dottore to figure out what exactly you'd given him.

The aphrodisiac that you give him is strong. Dottore couldn't help but jerk and fight against the restraints, the burning need for stimulation becoming overwhelming.

You laugh at him, and instead of relieving him, you turn on something beside you, and in turn, the thing that's inside of him - a dildo - starts moving in and out. At first, the pace is slow, slow enough that he couldn't help but whine for more, but within moments, speeds up into a harsh pace.

"I think that should be good for now," you hum. Dottore's moans and breathy screams permeated the air. Even the slightest of touches from you were quickly becoming too much.

It doesn't take long before the first spurts of cum spill out, but the machine is unbudging, and so are you.

"A- ahh!" The need for more and feeling of too much clash, Dottore cries, feeling overwhelmed. You're laughing at him he notes out of the corner of his eye. He’s squirming against the restraints even more now, desperate to escape.

It's too much, he thinks; I'm going to die.

The machine continues to fuck him. It's going to fuck him to death, Dottore can't help but think hysterically, he's going to die here, still trapped by your love.

With another rough thrust, Dottore cums again. And again. And again. And again.

You're still watching him as the drugs wear off, as his dick softens, yet the machine still continues to thrust into his loose hole, unable to even clench down. There's no way he could cum again, but the machine continues to wring orgasm after orgasm out of him, even if no liquid spills out.

It takes one last dry orgasm before you finally stop the machine mid-thrust. Your hands softly run across his body, each feather-light touch makes him twitch and jerk, body too sensitive. With swift hands, you remove the gag. Dottore quickly snapped down, wishing he was able to rub his sore jaw.

"Well," you ask, "what do you have to say for yourself?"

Dottore trembled under your harsh stare, breaths coming out uneven and short.

You frown. You reach out to pet him on his head this time, each pet soft and kind. "You know I love you, right? I'm only doing this for your sake," you tell him, "The Fatui are no good for you. You belong here, with me."

"Look at you, so wrecked and slutty. This is what you're born for, you're a perfect whore," you add, "So give up, Zandik, I'm the only one who'll love you no matter what, so be good for me, m'kay?"

Dottore Zandik sobbed, dam bursting open, tears spilling. You were right, weren't you? His parents hadn't loved him, the Fatui hadn't cared enough to find him.

Only you would love a monster like him.

"I love you," he hears you say, and it hurts to hear. There's a part of him that's screeching, angry that you've reduced him to such a pathetic, humiliating state.

The rest of him is quiet though. He's given up. You love him, so you're only doing this for his sake, his mind rationalizes.

"Love you," he mumbles between the sobs and tears, "I love you. I'm s- sorry for running, for being no good."

You smile gently down at him, but your eyes are cruel and cold. You're satisfied by his obedience.

Zandik cried and cried, the reality of his situation finally settling in. There was no escape from you; your love was drowning him and finally, Zandik let himself be drowned.

[onlyjaeyun]

but how would daddy enha hyung line react to u going into sub space after an intense fucking? like they would be fucking amazing me thinks

heeseung is always mesmerized and fascinated whenever you fall into your sub soace because he's never had anyone trust him as much as you do and he's always determined to make it a good experience for you. he's careful and calm, showers you in compliments and speaks softly, his voice and every single one of his words dipped in honey as he takes care of you and enjoys the way you've let go of every other thought to give yourself to him and him only. never once lets go of you and waits for you to fall asleep in his arms, yet refuses to leave even then, despite having to wash up himself because he doesn't want to risk you waking up to an empty bed. seungie always takes mental notes of things you say with your brain completely shut off, his heart hammering against his chest when you let out a soft "daddy" calling for him when he's taken a moment of your sleepiness to actually get up and get you some water, only to kiss you gently until dou fall back asleep with the softesg pout on your lips.

jongseong is overwhelmed at first because he's never experienced any of his other partners enter a sub space as intense as yours but he quickly adapts and comes to love it maybe even a little too much. your little whines and whimpers as he pulls out and pulls you into his arms, caressing your face and littering your skin in gentle kisses as he lets you know how proud he is of you is what he look forward to the most. jongie just can't process rhe fact you'd feel so safe and comfortable with him to actually let yourself go like this, which is why he's even more gentle and softer with you. sometimes he can't help but giggle at just how deep you seem to be lost because none of your sentences make sense, little "daddy"s and other words falling past your lips as you barely manage to keep your eyes open. spends hours with his aftercare bc he wants to make sure you don't drop and enjoy every bit of a space as precious as this one.

jaeyun always slows down whenever he notices the first signs of your mind slowly slipping into a space he's learned to love in a way he would have never expected. when you irst told him about it, it seemed scary but after so long, he's figured it all out and sometimes can't even wait for you to finally let go of everything else and let your daddy take care of you just how you deserve it. most of the time jaeyun refuses to pull out right away, just pulling you closer to his chest and whispering soft little praises in your ear, talking about what a lucky daddy he is for having a baby as good and perfect as you. he sometimes catches himself watching you with actual hunger roaming his veins, and sometimes you'll let him eat you out just one more time, however most of the time he suppresses it snd just enjoys the trust you put in him and his heart, determined to make each and every time as special as possible.

sunghoon always breaks into a soft chuckle when you suddenly start slurring your words, none of them making sense besides your little pleas and the soft chanting of the title, subconsciously letting him know where your brain has arrived. you're just so cute, so pretty and so..so vulnerable, sunghoon sometimes doesn't dare touching you in fesr of ruining this for you, and himself. most of the time he hasn't even filled you up yet, and never once have you stopped begging him to just please cum inside of you snd what kind of daddy would he be if he denied his baby something like that? he tries his best to be gentle and soft, rubbing your clit and praising you throughout his whole high before he showers you in kisses and gentle touches. sometimes he's so mesmerized by the was you look at him, he actually can't help but tear up because of how much he appreciates being the person you feel comfortable and safe enough to get this far. and once he's composed himself again, he runs the two of you a bath and goes through your whole night time routine just to have you fall asleep in his arms as soon as he starts talking about just how much he loves you.

[cl3fairyyy]

hide and seek || edward nashton / the riddler x fem reader (nsfw !) ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

summary || your sex life recently with edward has been non existent. with him being so focused on his plans for gotham, you have found your needs being neglected. you decide to take initiative and plan a fun game for edward while he's at work.

warnings || SMUT!! there is plot but this is pretty much straight up porn lol. reader and edward role-play a kidnapping scenario but everything is consensual!! slapping, restraints, degradation, light knife play, overstimulation, p in v, pussy eating, choking, hunting(?kind of?), (fake) threats of violence, mentions of stalking, the suit stays ON during sex, some weird purity/ corruption stuff in this idk i think a demon possessed me halfway through writing this. minors please do not interact!!

word count || 4k i did not mean for it to be this long oopsie!!

notes || i haven't written smut in a LONG time so i am so sorry if this is straight up garbage pls go easy on me. recently reread year one and im seriously going insane the hyperfixation is so back guys. i love writing edward so much especially when it comes to writing some nasty porn about him LOL. i srsly had no idea how to end this so its kinda bad sorry D:

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In recent months, you have found yourself growing increasingly frustrated. For the longest time, you haven’t had the faintest idea of what has been causing this, and that has caused it to manifest itself in various ways throughout your everyday life. You have found yourself much more easily annoyed by the most minor inconveniences, and have had repeated warnings at work to stop arguing with customers over the pettiest of matters. 

One afternoon in late November, whilst attempting to share in your boyfriend’s body heat on the sofa of your freezing living room, watching the news and listening to him ramble about finally ‘revealing the truth,’ it hits you. 

Edward hasn’t fucked you in months. 

Even before this change, you didn’t have the most active sex life- you were both too busy holding down your day jobs whilst simultaneously investigating the corruption poorly concealed beneath Gotham’s cobbled streets. Still, you’d find the time every other week or so to take care of each other. 

You love having sex with Edward; he’s so gentle with you, handling you like a precious gem that will shatter if dropped. He always makes sure your needs are met before he even thinks of himself, worshipping your body with an obsession akin to a deeply faithful Catholic’s love for Christ himself.  

But sometimes... it can get boring. Not as boring as not having sex at all, but boring enough that you often find yourself lying awake at night, longing for Edward to keep up his Riddler persona for just a little while longer after he arrives home from doing whatever he does to have the coppery scent of blood soaking into the walls of your small apartment. 

You know your frustration will only worsen the longer you go without having sex, so you decide to do a small experiment. 

You take the next few days off work, pretending to be sick, and Edward, usually ever attentive to your every need, your Edward, who begins panicking if you all but sniffle the wrong way, barely notices. With your theory proven that his work has been turning him into someone who is evidently not your sweet Edward, you begin doing everything you can for even an ounce of attention from him. You give him shoulder massages after he returns home from a long day at work, cook him his favourite meals, run baths for him, at some point it evolves into you all but throwing yourself at him, and you have to take a step back to reevaluate your approach. Being that desperate for sex is not a good look, especially when your boyfriend is completely oblivious to how horny you are.  

You decide you need to formulate a plan to force him to focus on you. 

It starts with the lingerie. You scour the shopping apps on your phone for an embarrassingly long time, trying to find something perfect. You eventually come across a pretty lilac set, its sheer mesh bra framed with soft ruffles and feminine frills to accentuate your chest, and immediately order it, even begrudgingly spending a little extra for next day delivery. 

The next step of your plan is to come up with a simple puzzle, something stimulating but still to the point- you're so horny that you know the next time you’re in a room with Edward while he still has that Riddler costume on, it’s going to take some real self-restraint to stop yourself from ripping it off him.  

The final step of your plan is waiting for the perfect moment to put everything into action. You realise it isn’t the most complicated or glamorous scheme to ever exist, but if it manages to work and allows you to finally get some action, you won’t be complaining.  

One evening, when it’s well past 5pm, and definitely well past the time Edward should have been home from the office, you get a text from your beloved. 

hi honey, moved tuesday’s plans forward to today. got an opening with savage and cant miss it. will be home late- ill pick up food on my way back. love you. 

we’re finally making some REAL change : ) 

You almost leap out of your chair with excitement, rushing around the apartment to make sure everything is in place for your little game of hide and seek. 

When Edward finally returns home, the apartment is dark- it’s well past 11pm, so he figures you’re in bed. He sighs, setting down the takeaway bag on the coffee table and calling out your name, pausing when you don’t answer. You always wait up for him when he’s running his late-night ‘errands.’ When he thinks about it more, he realises you didn’t even text him back earlier this evening; you’ve been sick, too- what if you collapsed, or had complications, or worse?  

Before he can begin panicking, he finally notices the lit candle on the kitchen counter. Next to it is a piece of paper, which Edward gingerly picks up with shaking hands, reading the five words scrawled across it. 

‘Dear Riddler, 

Come find me.’ 

Confusion clouds Edward’s mind for a moment before he realises that he’s reading your handwriting, and the sweet flowery scent giving him a headache is his favourite perfume of yours. He stands still for a moment, rereading the note as the familiar feeling of want begins to curl in his lower belly. You’ve never actually addressed him as the Riddler before. 

He definitely likes it. 

You crouch uncomfortably in your hiding space beneath the dining table, straining your ears against the silence of the apartment as you try to gauge how Edward has taken your little game based off his breathing. You hear the rustling of fabric and the sound of something zipping up, and realise he must’ve slipped his jacket and mask back on because his breaths are definitely muffled now.  

He begins taking slow, deliberate steps around the apartment, his combat boots loudly thudding on the wooden floorboards as he does so. You suddenly feel very vulnerable in only your undergarments and wonder if this is how his victims must feel, a thrill tingling deliciously up your spine. 

You shift a little in your spot, trying to find a way to crouch comfortably while also remaining out of sight. Your heart pounds so hard in anticipation of being spotted that you’re sure Edward can hear it, especially when his footsteps begin to head towards your hiding spot.  

You bite the inside of your cheek, trying to keep the sound of your breathing to an absolute minimum; the silence in your apartment is deafening and, for the first time in all the years you have known him, you begin to feel almost weary of Edward’s presence. In this moment, you’re not just Edward’s partner. 

You’re his prey. 

So wrapped up in your own mind, you don’t hear Edward’s footsteps behind you. You feel two strong, gloved hands grab your hips and rip you out of your thoughts. You squeal giddily as Edward throws you onto the wooden dining table, biting your lip to stifle the giggles that threaten to spill out. 

Edward looms over you, his glasses glinting in the moonlight that seeps into the apartment through the cracks in the blinds. He is completely silent, save for the heavy breaths muffled by his mask. When he finally speaks, his voice is low and raspy, and the sound of it sends tiny shivers of excitement up your arms. 

“I’ve been watching you for so long. Every move you make, I’ve followed from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to snatch you up. Do you know how hard it’s been? Hearing your pathetic whimpers while you fuck yourself every night, and having to wait until it’s me making you unravel? But now I have you here, all to myself, and no one is around to save you.” 

The sight of him like this, so indescribably large compared to you, looking down on you like a lion that has captured its prey and is about to rip it to shreds- it sends sparks of arousal through you that pool in your sheer underwear. You look up at Edward through your eyelashes, smiling innocently. 

“Looks like you caught me.” 

With that, he drags you up, throwing you over his shoulder as he heads towards your bedroom. Your face burns, unsure of when or how he got so strong, and the anticipation of what he is about to do to you sends tingles of delight down your spine. 

Edward throws you carelessly onto the bed before straddling you. He wordlessly grasps your wrists in one gloved hand, holding them above your head while he rips off a piece of duct tape from the roll that dangles from his belt, and binds them together securely. He subtly tilts his head to the side, and you can read him so well at this point that you know he’s asking if your restraints are too tight. You shake your head, and he immediately melts back into character, sweeping his gaze down your exposed body predatorily.  

His gloved hands reach forward, roughly groping your breasts, pinching and rolling your clothed nipples between his fingers. You squeak, writhing beneath him, deciding to put on a bit of a show with it. 

“P... please, don’t...” you whimper pathetically, bucking your hips into his. You hear him groan under his breath above you, removing one hand from your chest to grip your chin harshly, squishing your cheeks together. “Shut up.” His voice is low and dangerous when he speaks, a complete contrast to the sweet voice Edward usually addresses you with. “You’re trapped here, and no one is coming for you. You can scream as loud as you want, it won’t make a difference.” 

“You’re so pitiful, dressed up like one of those whores on the street just to get my attention.” He breathes out slowly, slipping a gloved finger beneath your bra to massage your nipple. “I can’t say it hasn’t worked, but a whore is still a whore. You need to be cleansed, like the rest of the filth in this city, and the only person willing to do that is me. That’s why,” he pauses, the hand gripping your chin roughly yanking your mouth open as he leans over you, pulling up his mask slightly and spitting in your mouth, “you will take everything I give to you like a grateful little bitch.” 

He slaps your face, hard enough to sting but not enough to bruise, and you swallow the mixture of your saliva and his. You can’t stop the moan that slips out from between your parted lips, and he locks eyes with you, his pupils blown so wide with arousal that his eyes appear completely black in the low light. He leans forward again, pulling up his mask, and harshly kisses you, pushing his tongue into your mouth as his knee forces your legs apart. You whimper when you feel his erection brush against your thigh and he bites down on your bottom lip, hard. He moves his focus to your neck and collarbones, attacking the sensitive skin with kisses and bites, marking every inch of you that’s visible. 

“This is so,” he murmurs breathlessly between fervent kisses to your skin- and, Christ, is he smelling you?- “everyone knows you were fucked by the Riddler. You’d like that, wouldn’t you? For everyone to know that you’re such a whore that getting fucked by a serial killer gets that pathetic cunt of yours completely soaked.” You moan at his words, arching your back to press your chest against his as you grind against his knee. 

“Such a needy little thing. One touch from me and you’re already at my complete disposal.” He leans back on his heels to look over you, your hair a complete mess, your lips swollen and as red as the flush on your skin. The strap of your bra has slipped down your shoulder and Edward’s breaths become haggard as he reaches for the knife on his belt; he cuts away the fabric hiding your breasts from him, much to your dismay (that lingerie set was pretty fucking expensive), and immediately takes one of your nipples in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud before biting down lightly. You moan louder, squirming against your restraints and trying to pull away from him. 

He slaps you again, harder this time, running the flat side of his knife against the mark that begins blooming on your cheek. “If you don’t shut up and take it like a good girl, I'll have to hurt you.” He presses a chaste kiss to your parted lips. “I wouldn’t want to ruin a face as pretty as yours.” 

You whimper, rubbing your clothed core against Edward’s thigh, feeling the arousal in your lower belly build from the stimulation. Edward certainly doesn’t miss this, his eyes widening slightly as he peels your underwear away from your pussy. A string of your own slick connects you to the mesh fabric, and you can hear the amusement in Edward’s voice when he says, “oh, I’m going to ruin you.” 

He cuts your underwear away, dragging his knife down your body painfully slowly. You shiver from the cool metal, whining from frustration when Edward’s gloved fingers spread your glistening folds, pointedly ignoring your throbbing clit. 

“You pathetic girl... so wet for me. No one else could get you to react like this from their words alone, could they?” You shake your head rapidly, wiggling your hips in an attempt to get closer to Edward’s fingers. “Say it, then.” He begins lazily rubbing circles into your clit, causing you to cry out with relief at him finally touching you. He runs the blunt end of his knife across your neck, twisting it in his hand so the tip presses into your skin, not quite breaching your flesh. “Nice and clear for me. Tell me that you’re my bitch.” 

You moan when he begins speeding up his movements on your clit, stumbling over your words. “I.. I’m your- your b-” He cuts you off with another slap to your cheek, and the action sends a sharp jolt of pleasure right to your clit, causing you to choke out a moan. “Not quite, pretty girl. Try again. Whose bitch are you?” Your eyes narrow with confusion for a second before you realise what he wants you to say. 

“I’m th- the Riddler’s bitch.” 

He nods, satisfied, pushing two gloved fingers inside of you while the other continues rubbing your clit. You can feel your orgasm approaching embarrassingly fast, whimpering and giving Edward a pleading look. 

He nods wordlessly and you unravel, your orgasm enveloping your body in a blissful warmth as your pussy clenches hard around Edward’s fingers. He breathes out through his nose, hard, as he watches you cum, his cock throbbing at the feeling of your pussy spasming around his fingers.  

Edward pulls his fingers out of you when your body finally finishes shaking, inspecting your wetness on them in the low light of your bedroom for several moments, before pushing them under his mask and sucking them clean. He moans at the taste of you, and you feel his dick twitching against your leg as he closes his eyes, savouring you. He sighs, opening his eyes. 

“I need more.” 

Before you can react, he’s gripping your waist with strong hands, dragging your body up against him, holding you up almost completely off the bed, and hooking your legs over his shoulders. Edward gazes at your drenched cunt with a hunger in your eyes that you've never seen displayed by him, his breaths deep and shaky as he smells the arousal leaking out of you. You squeak, thighs still quivering from your previous orgasm. 

“W-wait, Ed- Riddler, I... I’m still t-too sensitive for...” You cut yourself out with a cry of pained pleasure as he latches his mouth onto your pussy, pushing his tongue into your sensitive hole. You sob as he sucks on your clit, shocks of overstimulation wracking through you as you weakly kick your legs against him, your body growing limp. The sounds Edward makes as he devours your pussy are obscene, the room filling with echoes of your cries and Edward’s moans as he sucks and licks crudely at your sex. 

He pulls away occasionally, praising and degrading you in barely coherent pussydrunk babbles: “such a perfect girl for me,” “stupid bitch, such a needy whore for your savior,” “so pretty with mascara running down your face,” “any louder and I'll give you a real reason to cry,” “taste so good, i need all of you.” And it’s all so much, his tongue writhing so deep inside you, the grip of his hands on your ass, the cool leather biting into your flesh, the way he moans and ruts into the bed from the taste of you, and before you can even breathe you’re cumming again, and you���re cumming so hard your back lifts off the bed entirely, the strength of your orgasm rocking you all the way to your core. Your mind goes blank as a chain of choked moans and sobs spill from between your lips, all you can focus on being the way Edward continues to fuck you with his tongue all the way through your orgasm. You can feel your slick sliding down your thighs, and when Edward pulls away you can see it dripping down his chin, and you don’t miss the proud grin on his face as he pulls down his mask. 

He drops you back onto the bed, straddling you once more and wiping your slick from his chin with his finger, motioning for you to open your mouth. You obey him and he pushes the digit inside, motioning for you to suck it clean. When he pulls his finger from your mouth, his eyes darken, and you can practically feel the smug smile in his words. “Such a good little girl for me, aren’t you? No one can make you cum like I can... and I can still smell how horny you are for me. You’re so needy, yet you’re never satisfied.” 

He tilts his head, and the dim light from the lamp behind him illuminates him similarly to a halo, and you almost find yourself beginning to create a religion in your head just to worship him. 

“I don’t think you’re being very grateful.” 

You begin crying out words of thanks, rubbing your legs together to lessen the ache of overstimulation. Edward's knees cage you in, and he grips one of your thighs with his hands. 

“Quit your grovelling and stop fucking moving when I’m talking to you.” His hand travels to your face, cupping your cheek with a surprising tenderness as he sighs. “You’re still so filthy... look what this city has done to you. I suppose I’m your last hope.” 

He unbuckles his belt and unzips his trousers, finally freeing his cock from its confines. The tip is an angry red and leaks with precum, and Edward lets out a breathy moan as he strokes it. He spreads your legs, lining himself up with your sex and pushing into you slowly. He gazes down at you, a complete mess beneath him, and groans. “You’re so lucky... being fucked by Gotham’s salvation...” 

You can barely think, let alone speak, and when Edward begins moving his hips, his thumb finding your clit and massaging it, you sob, tears streaming down your cheeks. He moves in and out of your agonisingly slowly, and when you look up at him, you can make out that his eyes are closed as he savours the feeling of you. 

“Your virgin pussy is so... so fucking tight. Oh... h-how does it feel to be fucked by your saviour? Your God?” 

You sniffle beneath him, choking on your sobs as he speeds up to a punishing pace, his cock bruising your insides. He grabs at every inch of you, his hands finding refuge around your throat. 

“Oh, you’re so good. You were so filthy, but I will cleanse you. I will purify you; I will plant the seed of hope within you, and you will be saved.” 

He babbles on as he fucks you, squeezing his fingers around your throat, verging on crushing your windpipe but never quite gripping hard enough. You cry out for him, so cockdrunk and lightheaded from your sudden lack of oxygen that you find yourself looping your bound wrists around his neck, pulling him forward and crashing your lips to the rough leather of his mask. He makes a noise of surprise before his fingers once again find your clit, rubbing at it desperately as his hips begin to stutter against your own. 

Edward, ever the gentlemen, wants you to cum before him; you feel your cheeks grow warm at the thought, and pull away to look at him. You can barely keep your focus on him, your vision going hazy, and he begins assaulting your clit with more fervor. 

“Be a good little angel and cum for your savior.” 

Your vision goes white as the orgasm rips through you, your entire body spasming as your pussy clenches down hard on Edward’s cock. He has to stop moving to prevent himself from cumming as he guides you through your own orgasm, his fingers weaving through your hair as he coos at you. 

“Yes, that’s it. Such a perfect girl. So pretty cumming on my cock.” 

He begins speeding up again, his hips slapping against yours with a clumsy rhythm, his breathy moans growing louder and more desperate with each thrust. You lay, exhausted, whimpering incoherent words of encouragement to him as he chases after his own climax. 

You feel him begin to pull out and you weakly wrap your legs around his hips. “W-want you inside. Need... need you to cleanse me from the inside.” 

Your words are what tip Edward over the edge, and he whimpers loudly as his cum spills inside you, his hips grinding into yours as he relishes in the aftershocks of his orgasm. 

Thank God you're on birth control.

Edward slowly pulls out of you and cuts the duct tape that binds you, gently pressing kisses to the insides of your wrists. He pulls off his fogged up glasses and his mask, placing a gentle kiss to your lips as he smiles at you worriedly. 

“I didn’t go too far, did I?” 

There's your lovely Eddie.

You shake your head, laughing weakly and he smiles, pushing his glasses back up his nose as he helps you to your feet and guides you to the bathroom, letting you use his body for support. Edward sits you on the lip of the bath and dampens a towel, gentle cleaning you up and placing loving kisses to every bare patch of skin he can reach. He reluctantly leaves you alone to freshen up as he straightens up the bed, changing into his pajamas and finding your favourite t shirt of his to sleep in. 

When you re-enter the bedroom, with a slight limp that Edward definitely notices but refuses to comment on, he dresses you and tucks you into bed before lying next to you, brushing your hair out of your eyes. 

“Sorry I’ve been so... distant lately.” 

When you go to answer him, he rubs his thumb soothingly on your cheek and you get the message that he hasn’t finished talking. 

“We have big things planned, we both know that, but... it wasn’t right of me to not look after you when, now that I look back at it, you really made it obvious that you needed me to. I hope you can forgive me.” 

You smile, pressing a shy kiss to Edward’s lips. 

“Don’t apologise, Eddie. There’s nothing to be sorry for. You can apologise tomorrow when I can’t feel my legs or sit down properly for a week.” 

He laughs and buries his face in your neck, inhaling your scent.  

“I really love you, you silly girl. A-and..."

He pulls away from you but continues to avert his gaze, his cheeks pink and a lopsided grin tugging at his lips.

"The, um, th-the lingerie was very pretty, you looked really lovely. I'm, ah, sorry about..."

He doesn't meet your eyes and you snort, bringing a hand to rest on his cheek with a fond smile.

"Yeah. That I'm not so quick to forgive. You have no idea how expensive nice underwear is when you're a woman."

Edward laughs shyly, delicately holding your wrist and pressing tender kisses to your palm that leave you melting. The heat in his eyes, however, is undeniable.

"I absolutely will not complain if you decide to spend all my money on pretty lingerie and then decide to model said lingerie for me."

"You're unbelievable."

You both laugh as Edward continues peppering soft kisses up your arm, then your bruising neck before finally meeting your lips in a tender kiss. He pulls away, and the way he looks at you with such love and adoration almost makes you tear up.

Edward twirls a strand of hair around his finger, pulling you closer to his chest. His fingers reach up and he begins combing them through your hair properly, whispering sweet praise to you as you find yourself dozing off.

[onepiecepetalfanfics089]

Yandere vampire Luffy getting jealous and breaking the nose of one of his vampy friends trying to bite on his precious Reader?

Belong To Me~..

College student reader!! X yandere vampire! Luffy!

Halloween special~

Fluttering your eyes open, you opened your eyes and sat up in your bed to face the world. Looking around, you noticed it was a bit dark..the curtains were closed after all.

“It’s so dark in here..isn’t supposed to be a bit sunny today..?”

You asked to yourself, sitting up out of your bed, you got up and turned to your curtains. Opening then to the reveal the glorious sunlight shining through. Of course the weather wasn’t as hot though. A smile made its way onto your lips as you were just about to comment on the weather, especially for Halloween season you heard a hiss.

A hiss of pain, like someone was behind you and felt pain from the..sunlight..?

Immediately, you turned around to look at what was behind you but there you saw nothing. In the shadows you saw nothing lurking around..

Or so you thought..

Little did you know that there was a certain vampire with obsidian black hair and big wide eyes filled with curiosity and adventure. A vampire that was completely..compelled by you.

Luffy blew on his wing as quietly as he could, but also trying to heal it from the sunlight you just had to shine at this time of day!

He huffed, his eyes following your every move while you walked around the room. Who knows how long he’s been staying in your apartment..one day he found you and couldn’t let go..he would never forget that one fateful rainy day.

The wind was crisp as autumn was coming to a close. The moon was shining bright as a light in a dark room. Luffy unfortunately, was having a bit too much fun in his bat form that night and was being a little reckless..he was laying on the wet floor, tired, hurt and hungry. But then you came. You came and rescued him from who knows what could’ve happen to him. You fed him, cared for him and loved him. All in his bat form but that still counts for something right?!

His heart fluttered as he grinned, showing his white shiny fangs along with his other pearly white teeth. Just look at you..those eyes..that hair..that smile.

He just had to protect you no matter what..soon, you’d be his..

And nothing could change that.

He was absolutely sure of it, oh so delusional..his grin didn’t even falter at all as he jumped from the bookshelf and turned into his bat form, flying after you when he saw you leave out the front door while you were talking on the phone, trying to keep quiet.

The sound of your phone ringing got your attention as you picked it up from your bag and answered it, the beeping finally stopping. Now your eyes were locked on where you were going but still you kept your mind open to whoever was calling you so suddenly just when classes were about to start.

“Hey,Y/N!!”

Your eyes lit up as soon as you heard that voice, it was your best friend who was also attending the school you were currently going to! But what did they want?

“Hey,(F/N) what’s up? You know we’ll see each other in class right?”

“Yeah i know! But I just wanted to make sure about one thing, you’re going to the Halloween party one of the students is throwing tonight right? It’s gonna be huge!!”

You thought about for a second..would a part be good for you?..you liked Halloween..and you could get a a taste of the college experience better..sure why not!

You have been feeling a bit..watched lately..

A smile made its way onto your lips as you opened up the door to your first class of the day.

“You bet your ass I am!”

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When you walked into the party you were immediately hit by the flashing lights and colors. So many people were dancing and even singing that it was hard to keep track of who was who.

Looking around for your friend who invited you in the first place, you went over to the punch bowl.

Leaning against the railing, you took out your phone and texted your friend to let them know you were here but all of a sudden you felt a light, gentle tap on your shoulder.

Turning around, you saw a boy with black hair. He had a big grin on his face with excitement in his wide eyes. Something about him was truly..compelling..you could already tell. He had a scar under his right eye and..fangs?..

No! That had to be a costume! Get it it together Y/N!..

Looking up at him, his smile only grew somehow. He just met you but seemed so so excited..was he new?..

“Hi!! My names Luffy! Yours?!”

He did while holding his hand out, sheepishly smiling you gently took it and shook it in a friendly manner.

“Hey Luffy I’m Y/N..how do you know the host of this party?..or are you new to campus..I don’t recall seeing you around..”

He blinked a few times and then laughed a bit nervously.

“Oh well..yeah..I’m new! I know the host by..an old pal!”

Tilting your head you nodded. The whole conversation so far, you saw that he hadn’t removed his gaze off of you..once.

His cheery attitude never left or faltered once while the two of you were talking and for some reason you felt he was a bit off. Whenever you told him something about yourself like your favorite food, color or music style, he didn’t seem surprised like..at all.

It was like he already knew the answers.

Like he already knew you.

Like the back of his hand..

A few minutes had passed and he was still rambling about some nonsense. Boy, he really did know how to talk your ear off didn’t he..? He seemed so excited to talk to you. Not to mention he kept inching a bit closer, so close that if he wanted to, he could pull you in a hug without even trying.

Then out of no where, two hands slowly slid down to your hips. Eyes widening in shock and surprise you instinctively turned around to face whoever was in a touchy mood tonight.

You would notice that Luffy also stopped immediately when someone Dared to lay a finger on your precious body.

He was clenching his plastic cup with juice in it, making the juice slowly drip down his fist to his arm.

He hated when others stole your attention from him. He did not like it. Not one bit.

The person who grabbed you from behind seemed to have the same vibe as Luffy….kinda..And those fangs..those fangs they had looked so real..

But they couldn’t be! Vampires weren’t real! Right?

“Hey Luffy, who’s this cutie?..”

The guy asked, unusually staring at the side of your neck..

Luffy groaned. Why couldn’t he just have you to himself?..he gave a little pout as he watched you and his friend talk for a bit.

In all honesty, he didn’t really care if that guy was his friend..

Yeah, they did know each other for a few..years, and they looked out fir each other whenever the humans tried to kill them but..

Whoever should even dare to touch will get their asses kicked.

Luffy’s thoughts were really running wild through his mind. What if he tried to take you away from him..? What would he do with you? Who would he do with you?!?

Man..he really didn’t know why you made him so..so..

Quiet.

His mind then went quiet when he saw the sight before him.

His friend was trying to bite you.

He had his jaw open and forcefully tilting your head to the side so he could have more access. You look confused out of your mind, why was he trying to bite you..? What was this?

With the lights, the music and the people all around you three, adrenaline shot through Luffy’s veins. He snapped. He just couldn’t handle this anymore.

You were his.

You saved him.

He was supposed to protect you!

Without a thought he lunged forward, a shadow covering his eye as a serious look that rarely showed on his face.

His fist instantly connecting with his friend who tried to bite your neck with his dirty slimy teeth. The guy clenched his nose as blood trickled from his hand and letting out a loud groan of pain.

You were absolutely shocked, looking down at him with a mix of shock and horror.

By now, the party had stopped and everyone was looking at the scene that just played out.

Luffy took a few deep breaths, his fists clenched. Looking at you he smiled, not even caring about the whole scene he had caused.

Without any hesitation at all he swooped you up into his arms and flew out the window, holding you tight as you screamed for help. There were people who ran to try to help and others just stared. Ether way he finally had you now he was never letting you go.

Ever.

Back in his cave he had you in between his legs, snuggling his head in your neck. Unfortunately, you were making too much noise while he was carrying you so he had to knock you out. It was okay though! You would forgive him eventually..

He had to admit he was overjoyed to finally have you here his cave, holding you close and caring for you.

He had all your favorite things here!..that he may or may not have stolen from your home..Your clothes, pictures..you would love it!

A grin was plastered on his face as he took in your scent and let out a happy sigh.

“Finally..”

He said softly in your neck, his grip slowly tightening around you.

“You Belong To Me..”

Hey guys!! I thought I’d do this request first since it was only two days after Halloween! I really liked this one and I hope you guys did too!❤️🌸❤️

@anemptypuddingcup thank you so much for requesting this sweetie! I really hope you liked this!! I thought I’d make it into a modern college AU because it fit better for me lol, sorry if that messed it up 😭 but I really hope you enjoyed this because it was so much fun to write this🫶🏼 remember, you can always request from me because I LOVE your ideas! Thank you again darling!

Until next time my pretty petals!! 🌸🌱🪷

[margaretoakgrove]

Caring Lord Heisenberg

First of all, let me to wholeheartedly congratulate you on being one of the luckiest people in the world!

Yes, that's right, you have automatically become one since that very moment when the heart of lord Heisenberg himself chose you as his only one beloved.

And despite of the tough personality and rough exterior of this man he is, actually, quite kind, caring, gentle and attentive within the soul and will do literally anything to see a genuine smile of happiness on your face.

You will probably not hear him saying "i love you" hundred times a day because, not going to lie, Karl is not very good at expressing his feelings with words, but he will definitely always find many other different ways to show how deeply he really cares for you.

On daily basis the lord lavishly compliments your outward look, making your cheeks redden like two ripe tomatoes, and persistently encourages you not to give up on your cherished dreams but devotedly follow them no matter how difficult that is, this way helping the wings of your soul remain unfolded.

All needs of yours Karl is very well aware of and always ready to help you out to entirely fulfill each and every one of them. He buys your favorite beverages and food from the Duke, even without paying attention to the prices; masterly unnoticeably steals breathtaking books from the rich library of lady Dimitrescu, makes Donna special orders for her to sew new clothes to your liking and asks Moreau for all necessary and qualitative medicines when you are in a poor state of health.

Speaking of your health, it is extremely important for the lord for you to stay well as much as possible and for this reason, knowing his habit of smoking like a chimney, Karl avoids puffing cigars near with you.

Making jewellery of metal has now turned into Heisenberg's new little hobby in his spare of work time. He enjoys sitting in one of his workshops in a calm atmosphere, painstakingly designing and creating another trinket, at the same time quietly humming some nice melodic song and vividly imagining how doubtlessly glad you will be to receive one more peculiar handmade gift from him.

Sometimes because of an especially unpleasant family gathering or an unsuccessful experiment, the blood within the man's veins begin to boil out of irritation and pure anger. Remembering how highly sensetive by nature you really are, Karl politely asks you to leave him for some time alone in order to cool his jets and be able to think straight as he desires not one bit to accidentally snap at you and break your fragile heart.

For Heisenberg there is nothing more unbearable than to watch his darling cry. Therefore when your precious eyes start filling with bitter tears of sadness, the lord, as if on autopilot, gives you a firm yet gentle hug. Carefully and caringly stroking your hair and back, your beloved tenderly soothes you, assuring that everything is certainly going to be alright because he is always here…with you…

When you wish to take a slow stroll in a forest or simply around the village, usually Karl gladly joins you, serving you as a loyal and reliable defender. But at thouse moments when he, unfortunately, cannot come together with you, being too busy with working on his projects, the lord sends a pack of lycans in order for them to protect you from every ill-wisher and each potential danger during your walk. Don't worry! These fluffy guys just look so intimidating, but Heisenberg trained them too well, and, believe me, they will never dare to cause you any harm.

At the restless nights of your life when you, being attacked by a bunch of poisonous anxious thoughts, try to desperately fall asleep, almost constantly tossing and turning in the bed, the strong arms of your beloved wrap around you even more tighter than usual. Pulling you closely to his sturdy wide chest, Karl softly and gently caresses your tensed body, placing simultaneously little loving kisses on your face, neck and shoulders, from time to time speaking into your ear very pleasant amazing things in a whisper until you feel absolutely relaxed and sleepy.

Closing your eyes and sinking into the land of sweet peaceful dreams, inwardly you sincerely thank the Universe for allowing you to love this incredible man and to be loved by him tenfold back, feeling with all your heart that, in fact, only he and he alone is everything you have ever truly wanted and everything you have ever so badly needed.

[marymary-diva17]

Hello there! How about something mixed of angst and wholesome?

Ronal births her third child [Y/N] , was a momentum occasion. But after the lose of neteyam, neytiri can't help but be a bit close to reader . Too close for ronal's comfort.

Thank you!! 💞💞💞

mother ronal x daughter reader + neytiri

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A gift of a child could change anyone life upside down, but mostly when it came to a parent a new one or old one. As their lives will never be the same ever again. Mother was always the ones that seem to be great changed when it came to a child of their own or another child. The life of a child was something that was so precious and taken serious, but when it come sot a lost of a child there was grief that was will overcome a parent. This grief will sometimes change a parent and nothing will ever be the same again, now what does someone do when a grief as overtake a mother and brith of other child has overtaken another mother as well.

Ronal " thank you neytiri for watching over my daughter as I take some time off and work" ronal had given brith to her third child and she had become overwhelmed, and was seeking some help so went to neytiri. A women with many children and seem to have a good experience with dealing with so many children at once.

neytiri " sure it good to be helpful towards you ronal I will make sure the child is safe and well take care of"

ronal " thank you again so much" ronal had nodded her head she soon kissed her daughter goodbye before leaving, it seems like both mother had been affect by the major events of this week.

neytiri " it going to be okay young one" neytiri held you in her arms she was starting to remember the days when all her kids were, this small and so cute. It had been some time since she had laid her oldest son to rest, and she had become very affected by the whole matter.

neytiri " lets hope you don't have to face the hardships of war and the effects of the evil humans that come" since neteyam death neytiri had become more overprotective of her family, she didn't wish to lost anyone else to the demons.

neytiri " you remind me so much of my boy neteyam .... so fill with joy and wonder" you had looked at her giving neytiri and gummy smiling making her smile as well, she remembered when her kids use to smile at her like that.

neytiri " oh did y/n you are a child of the great mother who has blessed you into many people lives" neytiri was sitting down and play with you, watching you splash your hands in a puddle of water. The laughter of a child was something that could bring a smile to anyone at the moment.

neytiri " wait not put that down" neytiri saw you grab a bug as you were trying to eat it but, she had taken it out from your hands. This had made you look sad and soon tears starting coming down from your face.

neytiri " hush little one don't cry it okay it all okay little one" neytiri soon picked you up and started rocking you, trying to make you stop crying and making you happy again.

neytiri " it will be okay it will all be okay" neytiri soon stated signing a lullaby she knew from the forest, and it seems to making you clam down.

????? " neytiri" neytiri soon turned around and saw ronal standing there, it seems like ronal might of been there for a while now. So she saw and heard everything that had happen at the moment.

nwytiri " oh ronal"

ronal " I came to check on my daughter to see how everything was going, but it seems like it going well"

neytiri " ........"

ronal " ......." both mother were looking at each other not saying anything.

ronal " neytiri would you like to go for a walk"

neytiri " yes" the two women soon went for a walk ronal was now holding you in her arms, the two women walking with each other.

ronal " I want to say seeing you so close to my daughter make me uncomfortable"

neytiri " I'm sorry"

ronal " no I'm not mad I feel jealous since my daughter brith I feel like I can't connect with her, and the fear of losing her as well"

neytiri " a parent shouldn't have to lose a child"

ronal " I'm sorry for the death of your son he was a great boy and warrior as well"

neytiri " he was the best your daughter will be great one day, but I fear for her and all the children ... that this war will keep going on and ruin their lives that they wouldn't have normal lives anymore"

ronal " yes many lives had bene lost and destroyed"

neytiri " I wish the children will not have to live during a time of war, but I feel like that going to happen anyways"

ronal " as mother we have to protect our children but there are times, when we can't always keep them safe from harm" ronal ahd kissed your forehead and you were babbling about something.

ronal " my daughter will have to face war when she older and I don't, know how to explain everything that happing to her"

neytiri " you are not alone ronal I have faced that as well when the times comes you will tell her, and but when she older enough this all will be over and she will start the times of peace and harmony"

ronal " I hope so" Both women were sitting on the dock together walking and watching over you as you, were playing with some wooden toys.

neytiri " we are mother we will always love our children and do anything for them, I feel like I failed as mother my son dead"

ronal " you haven't failed neytiri you are good mother and maybe one day you will see him again, just because he no longer here he will never be forgotten" neytiri node her head towards ronal it seems like the two had bonded over something else, as they watched you play and smile. They were hoping that this war will end so all of their children will be safe form harm and that they can live normal lives, and bring back the peace and harmony to pandora.

sorry this request us late I have been busy with my life that I was held up on request, and I was working on other stuff as well.

[blooming-dahlia]

hi! I'm not too sure if your ask is open right now and if it's not then I apologize. I found your writing style to be pretty nice si I was wondering if you could do a Lilia x reader. Diasomnia family headcanons. Reader is a fae who worked under Meleanor during the human-fae war. Ended up helping him with Malleus. A headcanon for the family dynamics in the Diasomnia family with reader. If that is not too specific, would you be alright with taking that request? I'd understand if you don't.

The Most Important Moments of Our Lives [Diasomnia, Lilia Vanrouge x Fae!Reader]

╰ Sometimes when you lie in bed, you like to reminisce about the old days. It's crazy how things can change so suddenly. And the biggest change you have noticed so far is your family life.

╰ At first you considered being an NRC student at your age as something odd, but having Lilia by your side definitely helped you gain confidence. To other people at school, you are just another average student because you have never revealed to anyone (except your closest friends) who you really are.

╰ Still, you are grateful to be here, as you can continue to watch over Malleus and Silver. While you don't spend much time with them during the school day, you like to ask them about their classes and if they got good grades when you finally return to the Diasomnia dormitory.

╰ Being Malleus’ babysitter was something you would never expect to happen. One time during the human-fae war you found youself wounded badly to the point where you couldn’t fight anymore for a very long time. You felt completely useless until one day you were given a very important task by Princess Meleanor.

╰ And then you found yourself alone with Lilia Vanrouge and an egg. But not just any egg, it was Meleanor's precious egg with her baby inside.

╰ Lilia used to tease you a lot when you first started helping him with little Malleus once he was finally out of the egg. In fact, you've never taken care of babies before, let alone dragon babies, so it wasn't an easy job for you.

╰ But as the years passed, you grew accustomed to your new life. When Malleus was older, you taught him many things, such as the proper use of magic. Even now, he looks up to you and asks you for advice. Sometimes, when you pass through the halls of NRC, you can hear some students making jokes about you being Malleus' secret lover, based on what they can see. This thought disgusts you, since you literally helped raise him many years ago.

╰ Raising Malleus and later Silver happened to be the thing that brought you and Lilia closer. During the war, the two of you weren't particularly close, but you still had some respect for each other. Until one day you became the 'parents' of a dragon egg. There were times when you considered leaving because of Lilia's teasing, but you knew you couldn't do that to Malleus.

╰ This experience taught you a lot, but you felt what it's like to be a parent for the first time the day Lilia found baby Silver. It was completely different compared to Malleus' situation. At first you were hesitant to take care of a human baby, but seeing it so small and vulnerable changed something in you. Quickly you and Lilia became Silver’s parents.

╰ Your current relationship with Malleus… Well, he refers to you as [Y/N] at your request, and in fact you two have grown to be very good friends. He doesn't spend as much time with you as he does with Lilia, but you're still important to him and he's grateful for everything you've done for him in the past. You also make sure that Malleus gets every invitation to any party he's invited to. You just want this boy to have the best possible time during his NRC years.

╰ Being Silver's adoptive parent has its ups and downs. Sometimes he falls asleep with his head on your lap while you stroke his hair and reminisce about the times when he was a child. After classes, Silver often comes to you for study sessions. You can't believe how attached you are to him, and you don't even want to think about losing him one day. He's still your son, after all, but you know that finding his real parents would be nothing but heartbreaking.

╰ There are days when you can't understand Sebek at all. The two of you aren't particularly close, but you still care for him like you do for the rest of your little Diasomnia family. He seems to be calmer when he's around you, after you got mad at him once when he woke up Silver. Other than that, Sebek is really respectful to you and sometimes even jealous when you're paying more attention to Silver.

╰ Last but not least is Lilia himself. You and he are the parents of the family, and even Malleus said once that the two of you eventually should get married. You don't deny that something happened between you and Lilia while you were raising Silver. But then this something just disappeared, and you can't even figure out why. The more years passed, the more Lilia became interested in trying out newer, more modern technologies and other things, while the rest of the time was spent with Silver.

╰ Until one evening, after a tiring day full of classes, after-school activities, and some Diasomnia business stuff, you finally entered your room and saw Lilia sitting on your windowsill. He was singing something under his breath while his fingers slid along the strings of his guitar. Then it hit you. It was the same old lullaby you used to sing to Silver when he was a baby. Tears immediately welled up in your eyes, while a small smile formed on your lips.

╰ “You remember that song word for word after all these years?” You asked, walking closer to him. Lilia stopped singing and turned to you, a chuckle coming from his mouth.

╰ “My dear, the most important moments of our lives should never be forgotten. And you singing this lullaby to Silver for the first time is certainly one of them.”

╰ There was a hope. A hope that this ‘something’ hasn't died yet. You didn't want to hide it anymore. The feeling of love you held for Lilia was finally ready to be revealed to him.

╰ But before you could say anything, both you and Lilia suddenly got a notification on your phones, which turned out to be a reminder. ‘Kalim’s party at 9 PM’.

╰ You sighed and wiped away your tears with the sleeve of your school uniform jacket. “I should go now and inform Malleus about the party, in case he hasn't recieved an invitation again. You can… continue playing the guitar and singing.”

╰ On your way to Malleus' room, you couldn't stop thinking about what you had just seen and heard. You probably won't forget it during the party either. After all, the most important moments of your life should never be forgotten.

Thank you for requesting!

[didishawn]

PLS DO A SMUT WERE PEDRI AND Y/ N HAVE CHILDREN AND THEY HAVE TO BE RLLY QUIET AND THEIR CHILDREN WALK IN LMAOO

Unlocked door (Pedri x Reader) smut

Warnings: lots of Spanish, smut, getting caught, awkward talk

Masterlist

Having kids is hard, that is something you have had in mind since the first test informed you and Pedri about the pregnancy that would later become your first kid, your precious Leo.

Having a kid is hard, is what you always thought whenever it was your turn to get up to calm the baby when he couldn't sleep through the night -god bless Pedri, who took charge of the situation even on times it wasn't his turn.

Having a kid is hard, having two kids is harder, that's what Rosy told you when you told her about what later would become your dear Sofia -it's all worth it though, she also told you, and of course she is right.

The kids are now older, Leo is 5, Sofia 4, finally having started sleeping on their own beds for the night.

Pedri's career is doing great, but being a great football player also means being requested to fly out a lot too, but you both manage, still as in love with each other as the very first day.

The problem, well, not really a problem but your horny partner would state otherwise, is that kids + busy careers makes all harder for sexy times or how you call it in front of the kids "mommy and daddy private time that means always knocking", and having to go from such an active sex life you and Pedri used to have to having to be content with the quickies and few kids-free nights is hard. You are honestly embarrassed to think about all those post-match times you hace taken the chance of your kids playing around with others under the watchful eyes of one of Pedri's teammates to sneak around to have a quick fuck in the dressing room or some available closet.

Pedri has been quite touchy the whole day -you can't blame him, it's been a long time since your last alone time. Arms around your waist as you cooked breakfast and kisses on your neck, a hand on your knee as you all ate together, his head on you shoulder arm around you during movie time with the kids, showing off his abs when in the pool with the kids. During lunch he doesn't even pretend not to be gawking at your bikini-covered breasts, and as you both clean up the table, he gets close to your ear, almost seductive as he does so, leaning down he goes and whispers:

"Vamos a cansarlos para tener un poco de tiempo a solas" (let's tire them up so we can have some alone time)

Needless to say is that your lover makes sure the two little demons are exhausted by the end of the day, running around the house, swimming on the pool, some football, jumping around and finishing the day with a meal that has their stomaches full as they fight against their eyes closing.

"Ve a la habitación, yo me encargo de ellos" (go to the bedroom, I take care of them)

You are quick on your feet as you enter the room, even if you know you have a while to prepare, you take a quick shower with a soap whose scent you know makes the midfielder go crazy. You don't bother with any makeup apart from some strawberry flavored lip balm that your lover goes absolutely feral for -years of experience have given you the knowledge that at the end you will always end up crying off any eye make up.

You wear the tiniest piece of lingerie you can find in your closet, don't bother with anything else as you know he will rip it away, just sit on the bed, waiting for him, looking pretty as he likes it.

The door almost slams open, a naughty expression on his face as he looks you up and down.

"Dios mío, no sabes lo mucho que extrañaba esto" (God, you have no idea how much I missed this)

He doesn't waste any time as he rips his shirt off, the sight of his chest have you sighing, a dumb smile taking over your face as you are face to face with his lower half, hands reaching up to him, one on his chest the other on the back of his neck, pulling him closer, his lips instantly on yours, his tongue down your throat.

You hand on his chest plays with the patch of hair there then goes lower, you feel his abs tense when your fingers graze over his v lines then to the happy trail.

You separate from him, looking into his lust filled eyes, your hands on his shorts and pulling them down, his cock almost hitting you as it bounces out from it's confinement, standing thick as always his balls full and precum bouncing from his tip.

"¿Ahora ves lo mucho que echaba esto de menos?" (you see now how much I missed this?)

You nod, hand reaching out to grab him, but he stops you, shaking his head.

"No puedo esperar más, necesito estar dentro tuyo" (I can't wait anymore, I need to be inside you)

A cheeky smile takes over your face, turning you both around so he is laying on the bed, your hips moving over his, his head falling back as he moans out, hands on your waist try to stop you but you deny him.

His tip does a delicious friction on your clit, he can feel how wet you are even with you panties denying him any entry.

He is frustrated, you both are really, your hips lift up your hand goes down to tease yourself, panties pushed aside, you line him up with your entrance and don't wait a moment to fall down on him, his cock instantly kissing your cervix and stretching you out to you limit.

You feel so full of him, your eyes glossed over, he knows how to work you, a strong grip on your waist as he moves you up and down.

The two of you are far too gone to keep the noises in, it's been far too long since the last time you found yourselves in this situation, you are far too sensitive, almost trembling you are whining, moaning, he fucks up into you and you can't help but groan at the slam of his balls against you, so full, neither will last long.

He sits up, you on his lap as he grinds up into you, his pace strong, fucking you roughly, not wanting to wait any longer for the extasis that you can both feel burning in your tummies, his face buried on your breasts as he places kisses on them over the thin fabric, a hand reaching to your back to let him see all of you.

He doesn't have the opportunity for it though, as over the loud noise of skin against skin, your ears catch the sound of your door creaking open, and with an agility that even impresses yourself, you are off his cock and pushing him down to cover yourselves.

"¿Mami, que están haciendo?" your four-year-old asks, curiosity on her eyes as her older brother stands behind her, a frown on his face. (mommy, what are you doing?)

"¿Papi te estaba haciendo daño?" that words have you both snapping up, tuning to share a look as you try to think about an answer. You always thought this type of situation was just one bad comedy shows added for drama, apparently it also can be true. (was daddy hurting you?)

"Obvio que no, amor. ¿Por qué dices eso?" (of course not, love. Why do you say that?)

"Escuche como golpes y a ti gritando" (I heard slapping sounds and you shouting)

Your face is red and you have to hit your partner's side as he snickers. You give him a look, and he knows it's up to him to fix everything.

"Mamá y yo solo estamos jugando, no hay nada que preocuparse, de verdad" (mom and I were only playing, nothing to worry about, really)

"¿Qué juego era ese?" you love your daughter, really, but sometimes her curiosity brings you real trouble. (what game was that?)

You look at each other, you clear out your throat "Un juego que las mamás y los papas juegan cuando se quieren mucho" (a game moms and dads play when they love each other a lot)

"¿Puedo yo jugarlo?" Pedri's eyes snap wide open. (can I play it?)

"¿Y tú con quien quieres jugarlo?" (and who do you want to play it with?)

"Pepi!"

"Quiero decir, no amor, solo nosotros los adultos podemos jugarlo" (I mean, no love, only us adults can play it)

"¿Qué edad tenemos que tener para jugar?" your son asks, he too quite curious apparently, your face is about to explode, giving them both a look. (what age do we have to be to play?)

"Muy mayores" you say "Ahora a vuestros cuartos que ahora voy, es muy tarde para que un par de granujas como vosotros estéis despiertos" (very old. Now go to your rooms I will be right behind, it's way too late for you two troublemakers to be awake)

Your kids, God bless them, listen to you and leave you and your lover alone, you turn to him with a pointed look.

"Tú y tu pequeño problema quédense aquí, ahora vuelvo" (you and your little problem stay here, I will be right back)

He groans as you sneakily pass your thumb over his tip, teasing him and walking off with a cheeky look, he drops down, desperate for you to come back as he glances to his member, still as hard, tall and thick as before

He knows that it's all fine for the night, but he really hopes your kids forget it all by the morning, or he won't be able to look them straight to the eye.

Next time he will make sure to lock the door, and he hopes you don't realise his small mistake when you come back, because his balls really need the release and you shouting at him won't give him that.

[joenotexotic99]

Hello Doll! New fan here! You're so precious! 🥰 we NEED pt 2 of BoB "Sleeping with them for the first time", my request: Speirs, Toye, Eugene, Webster, Buck. AND pls wrote more Lovetropes! I've read it so many times, that I can quote from memory! xoxo

A/n this might be dirtier than pt1. Will do a pt 2 of love tropes ofc. Lmk if you have some people in mind for that

<3

-this is a work of fiction based on the actors portrayal only. Every ounce of respect to the real heros-

Warning: NSFW, plain sinful smut. Lots of language. Minors dni

Masterlist

Ronald Speirs

- this man will change your whole perspective of sex afterwards. You've both been pinning each other for a while and decide to go on a date. Yet the whole time you both have been practically removing each other's clothes with your eyes. Lingering touches, flirty behavior. Lets just say that you didn't quite make it through all the courses before Speirs asked for the check. You make it back to his place before he immediately kisses you. You start removing clothes while grabbing and feeling any skin you can both get your hands on. He turns you around to unzip your dress, taking it off your figure. He spun you back around to pick you up and set you down on the kitchen counter. You remove his belt and tug at his pants and boxers until the both of you are head to toe naked. He gives you a looks off 'are you sure' you nod yes before he lifts you legs up and fucks you. Praise after praise, surface after surface. It's a wild ride.

"Fuck you feel so good you know that princess?"

Joe toye

-he's sweet and spontaneous. It's a similar experience to George luz where it happens after a few dates. It starts slow, careful almost. But eventually you melt under him. He kisses you harder, Backs you to a wall. You remove each other's shirts. His hands unclips your bra. He makes hickies after hickies up and down your neck. He picks you up and brings you to the bedroom. Kisses down to your skirt to take that off as well. This man would love to praise you. And his voice!? He will mutter the most downright bad into your ears. He could make you come from just that alone. I feel like he's big on moaning you know. Your make him feel so good he's going to let you know that. Will do anything you ask him to do. You want him to touch you. He's instantly rubbing your clit, you want him to suck you Titts, he'll do that too. Fuck you harder and faster. He'll break the mattress. Will make you finish at least twice. Once on his cock. Then he'll clean you up with his tongue. But he is sooo sweet with the after care.

"God I wish you could see yourself right now doll. Getting fucked properly"

Eugene roe

-he's honestly a little nervous. He doesn't want to hurt you. It starts back at your place. Some wine after a good home cooked dinner. The alcohol helps with confidence. It's slow and passionate. He would be completely fine with kissing you for hours on end. But you've had one too many dirty dreams about this man so it's now or never. Eugene will be so great with foreplay. Makes you feel worshiped like no man has ever made you feel before. Always checking to make sure you're ok. When it gets time to really dance if you know what I mean he's super scared that something is going to go wrong. This poor man. You are so worked up from his touch that you have to tell him to just shut up and fuck you. It's like a switch goes off in his head. And the only thing he can suddenly think of is you. He fucks you until the only thing you can think of, only thing you can scream is his name. He robs you of every last breath in your lungs. It's dirty, passionate, sweaty and oh so good. Best God damn orgasm of your life. When you both finish and clean up. He definitely raps you up in his arms.

"Thank you"

"For what?"

"Giving me the best dick of my life"

David Webster

-HERE ME OUT! One bed trope. But it's not at a hotel or anything. You head to his place, have dinner, watch a movie, whatever. Oh no it's dark and raining. How about you stay the night? Oh crap this is a one bed apartment. You get the point. He offers you the bed and he'll sleep on the couch but you say that's silly and to just share the bed. Webster already had a huge crush on you so his ears turn a bright red, but how can he turn down the offer to share a bed with you? You get ready and both go to bed. It's awkward at first until he breaks the silence with one of those deep questions and you start talking for hours. One thing leads to another and he's on top of you. He kisses you until you lose your mind. You run your hands up his bare chest until you reach the stubble on his face. You slowly remove each article of clothing on the both of you. The air is thick and warm. Can you imagine how feral this man will go if you praise him. This man just wants some love ok? He asks you how sure you are about this, not wanting to cross any boundaries. You agree enthusiastically. You tug at his hair. Run your hands down his back. He kisses your neck, holds your waist. He's so gentle with aftercare too. From here on out you stay the night more often.

"Just like that web don't stop, so good, you're so good"

"Fuck sweetheart you're gunna make me come"

Buck Compton

-I know this is sorta cliché but fire sex. It's around the holidays. It's cold, snowing and dark outside. Inside it's warm, cozy and comfortable. You are still in puppy love faze. It's sweet. You are both on the couch blanket on top. Fire crackling. Buck reading you a book. You have thought about it a lot, sex. Yet you've never really got there. Steamy makeout sessions. Been there and done that. But it hasn't made it farther than that. But gooood you want it to. Your hands wander over him. Getting more and more close south each time. You rub his thigh, testing the waters. You can tell he notices by how his adams apple moves. You slowly undo his belt as he continues to read the book. He lets you pull his jeans down and slowly remove him from his boxers. You move your hand tauntingly slow. Not moving any faster in hopes of riling him up. He puts the book down and pulls you up to his lips. He removes your shirt and bra. Flips you over to remove your pants and underwear. He's sweet and confident in each move he makes. He kisses up and down your inner thigh until he finally makes it to the center. He gives you a taste of your own medicine. Slowly keeping you on edge with his tongue until you beg him to fuck you. And he does just that. It's better than you could have ever imagined.

"For fucks sake buck if you don't get up here and dick me down"

[sommerflue-22]

blh kah ak reques hc closeted sadistic tanjiro x reader? i'm willing to donate IDR 15k

Translation: Can I request a closeted sadistic tanjiro x reader headcanons?

A/n: Sorry for the late post but girly pop I ain't even surprised that you requested this. I won't give too much detail so this can be Taisho era setting, modern setting, whatever setting you want it to be. One thing for sure is Tanjiro will be aged up.

MDNI!

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(Closeted) Sadistic Tanjiro x Reader

Featuring: Aged-up!Tanjiro

Content Warning: NSFW (MDNI!), sadistic!Tanjiro, spankings, dirty talk, degradation, praise, blowjob, throat-fucking, fingering, vibrator, bondage, overstimulation, choking, breeding, reader has a pussy

Word Count: 0.9k

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It actually takes you some time to reveal this hidden side of Tanjiro. Tanjiro rarely loses his temper. He never snaps at you, or say hurtful things during arguments. So, the first time you crack the whole "patient and compassionate" persona of his, it really is something unexpected.

You watch as his eyes lost their warmth, replaced with cold stares and an aloof expression.

He will forcefully drag you to another room, preferably where people won't be able see or hear what he's about to do to you... but honestly, it doesn't matter if there isn't any private place nearby. As long as it's secluded enough, he will do it.

Tanjiro likes to start with some good spankings. Fifteen, twenty times should be enough and you have to keep counting each and every one of it.

Considering how ripped Tanjiro is, you'll start whining after eight to ten spanks. It hurts like hell, duh.

He doesn't care, though.

"You wanna act like a bitch, then I'll treat you like one. Now, shut up and keep counting."

Tanjiro can be mean when he's spanking the shit out of you, but when you're finished he will pull you up and kiss you sweetly. As if he hasn't just hit your ass cheeks until they turn red.

"You did so well baby, did so well," Tanjiro peppers your face with kisses. "Please don't say/do something like that again, okay? Alright, let's go, now. I'll help you walk, yeah? Come on, my love..."

If the two of you are out with other people, or if you invite people over then it ends right there. Spanking is Tanjiro's go-to option because it's quick and easy.

If it's only the two of you around, though... good luck lmao

He'll fuck your throat right after the spanking. His fingers grip your hair so hard like his life depends on it.

"Take it, (Y/N). Let's see what else your pretty little mouth can do..."

He might cum inside your mouth or he'll spurt it out all over your face. He'll admire your fucked-out expression covered with his cum like a piece of art.

Thanks to his sense of smell, he notices how aroused you are. After all, you haven't gotten your release.

Tanjiro will pick you up and bring you to your bed. He'll tie your wrists (he likes to do it with his own belt) above your head before grabbing one of his many precious collections of vibrator.

I think Tanjiro likes vibrator because it's just so easy to use, so practical, and not to mention it really elevates the whole experience? Get yourself a man like Tanjiro tbh

He fingers your cunt first even though you don't really need it, considering how wet you are. He still does it though, because he loves seeing you squirm around, a moaning mess.

Then he'll stick the vibrator right inside your pussy, putting it on its highest setting. He sticks it deep so you can actually feel its vibration right on your g-spot.

"I'll be right back, baby." He ignores your whines and pleas, leaving the room to get a glass of water or something.

Sometimes he comes back and doesn't do anything, just sit on the corner of the room, watching you crumble. Some other time, he doesn't come back until you're almost passed out after you came like, two or three times.

He will only take the vibrator out when he thinks you've had enough. Then, he will kiss you again (or at least he tries to, because at that point your mind has turned into a mush and you can't really say or do anything).

"(Y/N), love, are you alright? Do you want me to clean you up and we can cuddle right after?"

Most of the time you will shake your head and mumble, "No, I wanna..." You don't have to say the full sentence, Tanjiro understands what you mean.

Clearly, you're really overstimulated but you know the good part hasn't even began just yet.

Tanjiro will untie your wrists before slowly and gently positions you in a mating press. He slips his hard dick into your pussy and stays put, waiting for you to adjust.

He knows he can start when you weakly wrap your arms on his shoulders, teary eyes looking up at him, lips quivers as you beg him to move.

You might be overstimulated, but you love how good Tanjiro makes you feel. His thrusts are slow yet so deep, making you feel so full.

Sometimes Tanjiro will pin your wrists above your head with one of his hand while the other wraps itself around your neck, or slaps you across your face.

"Look at you, baby. Looking so dumb, letting me use you as my fuck toy like this. You love this cock, don't you? Can't live without it, huh? Ssshh I know, I know... I got you... Take it all, baby, take it all..."

Beg him to breed you and he will lose his mind.

Just pussy drunk Tanjiro, lazily thrusting into your pussy and spilling his seeds deep inside you.

It's so addicting, you find yourself pushing his limits more often. Of course Tanjiro sees right through you and doesn't really give you what you want often. When he does, though... well, you better not have anything else planned for the next day.

Overall, five ten stars for Tanjiro. Gives you really good aftercare as well. How can you not love this man tbh...

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[asmodeus-mydearbeloved]

• Obey Me Shall we Date headcanons :P

— Satan feeds off of people's rage, wrath and murderous intents. He would amplify their rage to the point of murderous, and he's only smirking as he feeds off of you. (Except when he actually cares for you, he will try and stop himself just for your sake.) When wars come, Satan watches from a nearby distance and feeds off of the bloodshed. But- it does not mean he doesn't feel the injustice of it all, he does feel bad at times but what can he do? He's the Avatar of Wrath that lives for the war and bloodshed.

— Asmodeus feeds off of people's lust, especially towards him. Affairs and Brothels.. Anything that doesn't come with love, Asmo feeds on. Does not mean he likes non consent or very underage, in fact. He would see it as a complete disgrace, he would feel guilty for how he's actually feeding off that sick and twisted lust. And he's more than willing to kill the one who forced themselves onto children or anyone.

— Satan and Asmodeus are the children that Lucifer cannot take his eyes off of- ESPECIALLY when they are together. Often times, Asmo's flirting and seducing gets him to the point dozens of people lusts after him and will do ANYTHING to be with him. Then Satan comes in to put the admirers rivalry against each other, amplifying their anger to the point of actually killing each other, which is likely to start an entire war where only Asmodeus and Satan benefits from it, and they do not give af.

^^ "Aww Satann.. You didn't have to get them so riled up and jealous of each other that it starts an entire war..~" "You started it." "I can't help it, I'm just so perfect that anyone can fall for me! I didn't mean for it to turn out like this..~" "Yeah yeah.. Amusing, humans are so easy to be driven to murder..~" "Oh?"

— Asmodeus calls Lucifer 'Luci' and that will never change

— Solomon and Leviathan hangs out often in Levi's cooped up room, They usually game, watch anime or their favorite thing to do is watch or read anything related to TSL. Now they have Mc joining them from time to time

— Beel and Belphie both like headpats, I don't have any backing evidence except that they look like they do

— Asmo frequently scolds Satan to put his other arm in his jacket to the point Satan kinda just does it but then takes it off once more after Asmo's out of sight, Asmo found out about it and just left him be but that doesn't mean he doesn't dislike it at all

— Mammon names every crow he encounters and somehow he remembers everytime so when he walks down the street and notices some crows he'll be like "Yo! How's life Julian and Aria?"

— Satan has a bit of an experience with dealing with hairstyles cause Asmo sometimes asks him to do his hair while in a rush and he's doing his makeup

— Asmo and Mammon takes LONG getting ready which is why when they're all going out somewhere, Lucifer tells them 3 hours beforehand as to not be late. But somehow they always do end up late by 30 mins- or a full hour

— Beel akes a very comfy pillow which is why Belphie just sleeps on him when too tired

— Lucifer taught Mammon how to make flower crowns, so sometimes when they're near flowers. Mammon likes making Flower crowns and even gifted it to Mc, Mammon also made one for Lucifer before and Luci didn't mention it but he put a spell on it to make it not wilt and have it in his room as one of his most precious items

— Asmodeus broke a mirror once by punching it so hard when he first saw himself as a demon, he was terrified of his horns and black horns and thought he wasn't as pretty/pure as he was before

— Belphegor finds any place comfortable to sleep in, don't ask how but he once slept on the ceiling.

[cannedapricot]

the bouquet. || njm

in which you love watching your coffee shop regulars and irregulars go about their day. you loved hearing stories about their lives and their loved ones. yet, you'd be lying if you said it didn't make you feel lonely. alternatively, you were in love with the concept of love, na jaemin was in love with you.

word count: 2.8k

genre, warnings: fluff, angst near the end, comfort i think, slice of life, coffee shop!au, flower shop!au, pining, worries about never being able to experience romance covered up with bright smiles and warm coffee, profanities

bgm: people watching by conan gray, cloud 9 by beach bunny, perfect day by mao buyi, sweet dream by nct u

a/n: this only happened because i wanted to write fluff HAHA so by default it isn't proof read also i am not a florist so idk if these flowers look good in a bouquet LMAO

PHILIA (n) - affectionate love - yellow chrysanthemums

A warm beam of sunlight streams in through the glass window, toasting the wooden the tables and chairs in its wake. You stretch behind the counter - warm sunny afternoons always gave you the urge to nap.

Opposite you, on the other side of the store, stood your coworker amongst the displays of flowers. Na Jaemin was attractive, and more often than not, you'd hear people compare him to the flowers he worked with in attempt to woo him. They never worked though, Jaemin would always respond with a polite smile and a "thank you". You'd try your best to hold in your giggle as they leave the store with a sour expression. But then you'd meet eyes with Jaemin, he'd mouth a playful "oops", and you'd have to duck down to hide your laugh behind the counter.

It was a slow day. You barely had anyone to serve so you spent your time arranging and rearranging shelves in the back, cleaning equipment, and munching on the seasonal lavender flavored cake your store offered. Jaemin, on the other hand, seemed to be catching up on bouquet orders. Each bouquet was prepared with the same amount of care and focus as the next. Each flower was chosen with a purpose to serve. Jaemin wasn't only known as a pretty face. He was also known for his beautiful bouquets.

Seemingly haven to caught you staring, without looking up from his work, your coworker jokingly says,

"Go back to work."

"But there is no work. No one wants a coffee from me."

"I do. See, you have work."

You turn around to start his coffee - iced americano, three shots of espresso. He usually whines for more espresso but in attempt to keep his body functioning, you only allow a maximum of three shots.

The overhead bell tinkles and a woman walks in. You give them a smile over your shoulder to welcome them in. She returns the smile, but walks up to Jaemin's counter instead.

"Hi! I had an order for pick up today?"

"Oh yes, chrysanthemums right?"

The woman nods as Jaemin goes to fetch her prepared bouquet. You finish the coffee and bring it over to your coworker's counter, making conversation with the customer as you do so.

"Are the flowers for anyone?"

"They are! One of my friends is graduating today and I wanted to congratulate her as well as thank her for being such a lovely friend."

You can't help but grin at the story. The way the woman brightened up mentioning her friend. The way she spoke so highly of them. They must be someone extremely precious to her.

"A great choice of flowers." Jaemin comments, returning with a bright yellow bouquet.

"Thank you. I spent hours looking up the meanings of flowers. My friend's really into the language of flowers."

The both of you thank her for her patronage and watch as she heads off, the brightly colored flowers tucked safely in her arms.

"Happiness, joy, celebration."

"Hm?"

Jaemin takes a sip of his coffee before answering.

"You wanted to know the meaning right? I could tell."

Sometimes Jaemin's ability to read your mind scares you. How does he just know?

"Also, this coffee doesn't have the amount of espresso I requested."

"I'm saving your life." You retort, heading back to your post.

You spare a glance at the door the woman walked out of. How special it must be to have someone care for you that much. A friend who would scour the internet for the perfect flower for you. A friend who had the most precious expression talking about you.

You loved knowing the stories behind your customers. Yet, for some reason, they always made you feel more alone.

PRAGMA (n) - enduring love - baby's breath

Entering the shop today, you were greeted with the sight of Jaemin surrounded by a copious amount of baby's breath flowers. It was certainly a sight to behold.

"A regular of ours is getting married soon - they've asked me to prepare the flowers for their wedding." He had said, bunching the small flowers together with a white ribbon. You hum, leaning on his counter as he continued to work. Jaemin's breath hitches at the proximity between the two of you - yet it goes unnoticed as you rack your brain to remember the regular.

"I remember! Is it the tall man who always shows up in a suit?"

"The one that always manages to squeeze his partner in every sentence? Yeah."

Jaemin's gaze falls upon you as you rest your head on your palms, a huge smile adorning your face.

"Adorable."

"The couple? Yeah. I can't believe they're getting married!"

His comment wasn't about the couple.

Jaemin returns his focus back on the flowers, aiming for the bunches to be as consistent as possible.

"They've been together for quite long, haven't they?" You mention, watching his slim fingers weave the perfect bow around the fragile flowers.

"Mhm, ten years I think. He said they were high school sweethearts."

A yearnful sigh escapes your lips.

"How cute. I wish I had something like that."

Jaemin gently pokes your forehead, a soft smile on his own lips.

"You're idolizing the idea of love again."

"I can't help it! Isn't the idea of falling for one another just so romantic? The butterflies, the flushed faces, the shy touches!" You squeal at the thought. Romance was your favorite genre, even if you've never experienced it personally, it was always a gem to witness.

"Instead of standing there and squealing like a high schooler - you should come around and help me with these flowers."

"But I'm not the florist - you don't see me asking you to make coffee."

"I am terrified that you will start kicking your legs like a high schooler with a crush next alright? And it's not hard, I'll teach you."

So you make your less than graceful jump across the counter, asking Jaemin to catch you (he didn't) and the two of you spent the day side by side bunching up baby's breaths.

"What do baby's breaths mean?"

Jaemin's shoulder meets yours and his fingers brush against your own as he fixes your ribbon. The sun was warm, or was that your skin flushing?

"Everlasting love."

STORGE (n) - familiar love - white lilac

"What do you recommend for my daughter who's just given birth?"

Your ears perk up from the storage room and you immediately drop the bag of coffee beans you were holding to eavesdrop on the conversation.

"Congratulations! I'm sure you must be ecstatic!"

"I am! A healthy young granddaughter! I love her already. The entire family is celebrating."

A wave of joy crashes on you. You weren't just a sucker for romantic love, but all types of love. Humans were surrounded by love all the time, consciously or unconsciously, it was always present. And to you, there wasn't anything that made you happier than seeing others feel the joy of loving and being loved.

You sneak a peak out into the open area, just in time to see the lady leave the store, white lilacs in her bag and a skip in her step.

"Eavesdropping is rude you know?"

"Boo, I'm just trying to get in on some good news."

Jaemin laughs as you jokingly pout at him, his structure stands out against the light streaming in from the big windows. You've always thought his smile was dazzling. It really was no mystery as to why he was so popular.

"Hey, could you help with the coffee beans? You've got nothing to do now anyway."

"Ask cutely."

"I'm reporting you to the boss. That has got to be a breach of some HR protocol."

"I'm just joking." The boy says making his way towards you. Unexpectedly, he stops to tuck a small piece of white lilac behind your ear, face only inches away from yours.

"Purity, innocence. I think it suits you."

He then continues his journey to the storage room casually, as if the two of you weren't just a hair's distance away from each other.

"Na Jaemin what the fuck?"

EROS (n) - romantic love - red roses

A knowing glance was shared between you and your coworker as a couple walks in, arms linked with each other.

"I love you honeybunches."

"I love you more sweetie pie."

The couple shares a kiss, the audible smooching loud enough to be echoing through the store. You had to pretend to clear your throat to grab their attention.

"How may I help you two?"

After placing their order, the couple giggles and slinks to a table in the corner. You notice that they sit next to each other instead of opposite.

"Is that the type of love you want?" Jaemin whispers as you froth the milk for a sweet potato latte.

"Oh come on, they're not that bad. I bet they're just in the honeymoon phase is all."

"Mhm, and they're definitely not making out in the corner right now."

With a roll of your eyes, you wipe down the metal wand. Without the noise of the machine, the wet sounds of mouth on mouth action could clearly be heard.

"They're cute!"

"Why? Do you want to make out in public as well? Come here, I can make that happen."

You were sure Jaemin was joking. The tone of his voice told you so. But when you looked into his eyes, they looked hopeful. Perhaps you were deluding yourself. All these thoughts about love were really altering the way you saw things.

"No. Go serve them their coffee."

"What? I thought you never made me do barista things?"

"It's only fair after you got me to do florist things."

Jaemin smiles at the playful quarrel, though you notice there was a hint of disappointment there. Why?

"This cake is new."

"Huh? Oh, yeah, it's the new red rose cake. The owner said they used rosewater when baking it."

"Passion, desire, romance. No wonder the couple picked it. Wish me luck."

You give your coworker a salute as he heads over with the drinks and dessert before busying yourself with cleaning. You don't notice the couple giving Jaemin advice and support regarding his stupidly obvious crush on you because stupidly, you believed that romantic love would never come to you.

LUDUS (n) - playful love - white roses

It was a cloudless day, the skies were a lovely shade of blue, and the birds were chirping a happy tune. It was the perfect day for a first date. Which is why you found yourself craning your neck to look at the couple sitting outside.

They were evidently on their first date. The nervous fiddling, the shy giggles, the playful laughter. You weren't even part of their date, but just watching them interact made your insides bubble with excitement.

"Jaemin! Jaemin look! They're comparing hand sizes!"

"I know, I can see what you see."

You were pretending to wipe down a table on the other side of the glass, trying your best to seem uninterested in their conversation. But the reality was, you were dying to hear everything they had to say.

The florist, on the other hand, was watering his flowers. Less interested than you were, but was still listening. Most of his attention wasn't on the couple outside, it was on you.

You were fretting over every small detail, eyes wide and sparkling whenever someone made a move. You were clasping you hands together when they exchanged coy looks, excitedly muttering Jaemin's name in order to have him look.

You were in your element, and you were glowing.

When did he fall for you? Jaemin doesn't even know. You were always so into the small details, remembering the tiniest change in people. So adorable when you unknowingly purse your lips when attempting latte art. Perhaps you had him wrapped around your finger since the day you stepped in the store, asking if they were hiring. Or perhaps he fell slowly, day after day of working together and being in your presence.

Jaemin doesn't know when, but he knows that his attempts at flirting had gone unnoticed. But Jaemin doesn't know how to give up. So he's made the decision to keep trying, again and again. He'll keep trying until the day you stop loving the concept of love, and start loving him.

"Here, a white rose each for the two of you - free of charge."

The couple seemed pleased. Your jaw hanging wide open when Jaemin returned.

"Flies are going to get in your mouth."

"Jaemin... That was so smooth. That made their date even more memorable."

He hopes that one day, your rose colored glasses would be directed at him.

PHILAUTIA (n) - self love - narcissus

The clouds were crying today, dying the sky a deep shade of gray. You sigh. It was as if the weather was mirroring your thoughts. You hated it.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

Jaemin's warm hands gently hold your face, slowly turning you to face him. Hesitantly, you meet his eyes. They were worried, he was worried. You know. You could tell.

"Okay fine. I'll tell you. But no laughing alright?"

He nods.

"Its just... One of my friends got into a relationship and I'm jealous."

Silence.

"Wait, no, not because I was in love with my friend. But because I've never been in a relationship. As in, I want to know how it feels like?"

Jaemin lets out a silent sigh of relief.

"But I feel like I could never be loved like that. I've never had someone look at me as if I was the only person that ever mattered. And as much as I love the idea of that, I don't know if I'm worthy of it the way I am now."

Your voice slowly turns into a whisper, your insecurities escape and spread out in the small store. The atmosphere was heavy, around the same weight as your heart. Tears threatened to escape your eyes, the embarrassment of crying in front of your handsome coworker was the only thing holding them back.

Suddenly, Jaemin's hands, a little rough from tending to flowers, push against your cheeks.

"Y/N. You are worth loving. You are worthy of everything the world has to offer. Fuck, you're worth more than the world has to offer."

"Huh?" Was all you could make out as Jaemin's palms still had a firm grip on your cheeks.

"Listen, you are the brightest person I've ever laid my eyes upon. If you claimed you were the sun, nobody would argue differently. I don't even know how my world was before you. Stop thinking so negatively, alright?"

Ah shit. The tears were free falling now.

"Thank you, Jaemin."

The sun peeked through the clouds. A rainbow formed in the sky. A single daffodil sat in a vase on the windowsill.

AGAPE (n) - selfless love - red carnation

Jaemin stands alone behind his counter, head in his hands. He had basically confessed to you the other day. He basically said you were his sun damn it. But you still hadn't caught on.

It was your day off today. Jaemin received a lovely selfie of you earlier of you and a friend at an amusement park. A telling smile that formed on his face told everyone in the room all they needed to know.

"Just tell her straight up." Taeyong, the owner, suggests. "At this point I don't think they'd understand if you don't."

"I don't want them to be pressured into a relationship if they're not ready or not into me though." Jaemin replies, groaning. "What if we become awkward? I don't want that. Please, anything but that. All I want is for them to realize that I've been nursing a massive crush on them"

"Make them a bouquet," Johnny, one of the cafe's investors, mentions. "You're good at those right?"

"I've tried. But they don't turn out the way I want them to."

"Try harder."

The older men snicker as the younger shoots them a glare. Jaemin lies his head down on the cool surface of the counter, his eyes catch onto the brilliant red carnations blooming on the side.

"Red carnation. "My heart aches for you"."

The next day you clock in, you find red carnations decorating your work station. They were on the espresso machine, sitting on the cookie jar, and even inside mugs.

"Jaemin? What happened while I was gone?"

The boy smiles brightly from his station opposite yours. A view you've gotten used to.

"Welcome back?"

"I was gone for one day."

"Hey, I missed you for a whole day."

A tingle makes its way up your ears. You admit, you've been thinking a lot about Jaemin's words since the day you cried in front of him. How tender and passionate those words were, how they sounded almost like a confession.

A cake box catches your attention. Wrapped in a white ribbon with your name on it.

Undoing the bow and opening the cardboard reveals flowers. Delicately placed and arranged. You carefully look over the flowers. Yellow chrysanthemums, baby's breath, white lilac, red roses, white roses, daffodils, red carnation.

"Jaemin... is this from you?"

He grins.

"You know the meaning right?"

[strawberri-uyu]

seventeen x gn!reader as spanish music i adore maknae line ver!

genre: fluff, angst, idol!svt x reader, actor!yn, college!au, daycare worker dokyeom! and yn!

warnings: suggestive! (esp in mingyu's and chan's no smut!) miscommunication, situationships, breakups and implied relationships. jealous mingyu /hj

w/c: 3.7k (I AM SO SORRY HYUNG LINE IM NOT AN ANTI I PROMISE YALL.. i just got really excited writing part two for you all :') .. forgiveness please)

a/n: HELLO?!?!? over 100 notes on part one! i appreciate you all so much for all the love and support thus far! this is my apology to junhui and jihoon stans.. but i fear dino stans will hate me.. ANYWAYS please enjoy !! thank you to @fairybinie, @shuatic and @etherealyoungk for helping me as always <3

hyung line | maknae line

dokyeom: cariño by the marias ♪ ༘ -> “cariño, eres un amor. cariño, pintas en color” -> dear, you are lovely. dear, you paint in color"

you and dokyeom, being child development majors, wanted experience working with children, which is how you found each other side by side in a daycare. you actually didn't have to do much searching as dokyeom was the one who introduced you to the job saying that another one of his friend’s applied a while back. at first, you found yourself having a hard time getting along with the younger crowd, but the kids attached themselves to dokyeom instantly. you were the stricter one of the two while seok was a bit nicer letting the kids do whatever they please. as the time went past you didn't exactly know how you and seok became so close with each other. he was just another guy on campus. you thought to yourself “when was it?” “when is our timeline?” wait our timeline… nevermind.. but maybe it was that time when he left a handprint on the back of your pants. or the time he took you out for dinner after a bad experience with one of the parents. it was moments like those that made you care for him. it got so bad that even your students caught on to your feelings and asked if the two of you were married when you showed up with flowers from him. it was like time moved slower in the daycare and it was just you and him. you promised yourself you wouldn’t fall in love with your coworker but you couldn't help yourself from falling for his charms. and now here you are as the day comes to a close at the daycare center you wait at the pick up at the front gate accompanied by the kids in your class.  

 “hahaha! teacher yn is it true you think mr.lee is cute?!” one child is heard screaming around. 

“i heard that from the other teacher mr.boo, that he saw the two of them kissing!!” another squealing child at the others. 

"wait- what are you kids even talking about? those are JUST rumors. mr.lee doesn't like me!" you tried to calm the panic in your voice from the five-year-olds convicting you of being involved with their precious mr.lee.

you continue to defend yourself against five year olds and as you frantically try to wave your hands in denial a voice from behind you causes the attention to shift. 

“hey, i’m not a big fan of rumors, kids. his voice said “butttt i wouldn’t mind if they were true” seokmin chuckled as he stood right behind you. his group of kids followed from behind. after hearing his response the kids couldn't help themselves with laughter and whispers, carefully watching you two as if they were watching a rom-com.

“S-SEOK- I MEAN MR. LEE!!!” you started stumbling on your words. “since, when did you-” you turned to face him, eyes wide-opened. You wouldn’t call yourself clumsy with your words, but with your feet that was a different story. 

you didn’t know how but you now had two left feet, tripping over yourself and lost your balance. to your luck there was a nice pair of strong arms to catch you. (a/n: okay me when)

“yn, you okay there? it looks like you’re a bit nervous, aren’t you?” he smiles while trying to keep hold of you. 

“ahaha .. thanks for catching me mr.lee” you skittishly answered.

“you’re very welcome and .. i wasn’t lying when i said i wouldn’t mind rumors being true.” 

“i don’t really.. mind either.” you didn’t know where the confidence came to say that but hey you’re glad it did.

“great i’ll pick you up at eight then!” he spoke out as an onslaught of cheers erupted from the children.

mingyu: ⋆🎧✮ yo no soy celoso by bad bunny “yo no yo no soy celoso, ¿pero quién e' ese cabrón? dime quién e' ese cabrón. tranquila, no soy psycho. no vo’a hacer un papelón, pero auch, mi corazón” -> "i'm not jealous, but who ‘s that bastard? tell me who 's that bastard? easy, i’m not a psycho. i ain't gonna make a fool out of myself, but ouch, my heart”

when you and mingyu started dating you would compare him to a puppy. he was energetic, excited, and playful with you. and he always wanted to be by your side all the time. this was hard though as mingyu was a well established idol. and when you two finally got together, mingyu was needy… and i mean NEEDY. he always wants you to pamper him with love and attention but you thought it was time he put in the work as well. so you hatched a plan with some of the guys and on the days just like this one. you managed to sneak off to the group practice and bring them food. upon greeting everyone, handing out food and avoiding mingyu’s several attempts of flirting with you. with a quick motion you signaled to the boys to start the mission. unaware and infatuated with you as usual. mingyu didn’t really notice anything odd, it was like any other day you visited. yeah you were close to the others but it wasn’t anything to get upset about at least that's what he thought. until.. strike one was when you asked for an intimate lesson with junhui offering him to teach you one of their dances. mingyu just brushed it aside thinking to himself, “hey i’m a dancer too, yn we could always have a session together?” strike two was when you innocently went over to jihoon and got a bit too touchy with his hyung’s arms. mingyu became pouty as he leaned against the wall of the practice room. “does yn not like my arms anymore?!” and finally strike three was with the head rub from wonwoo. it wasn’t that special or anything but that was his job not wonwoo’s. something sparked in mingyu’s head as he grabbed your arm and ran outside of the practice room with you.

“yah yn what the hell was that?!” mingyu demands to try and understand. as he drags you out of the room releasing his grip when the two of you are alone. the idol has always been a bit loud but hearing his voice like that wasn’t the response you had wished for, he was a bit hurt now.

“m-mingyu it was just a little teasing, nothing else!” trying to defend yourself on thin ice was harder than you thought it’d be

“really yn, i'm not blind i can see you in there practically throwing yourself on the others like that!??” 

“mingyu listen to me, it was only to get you jealo-” as the sound of mingyu’s hand slamming on the wall a few inches away from your face. as you feel weak in the knees shrinking down as he isolates the both of you against the cold wall outside of the practice room.

and through the corner of your eyes, you could see some pairs of eyes peeking through the door. as you tried to hold your composure to smile, this was all just a little joke.

“no you listen here yn..” mingyu deepened his tone while he moved in, enclosing the space between you two.

“i- im listening..” you mustered out unaware of how you were going to get yourself out of this predicament. 

“yn, you drive me crazy and i can’t control myself.. i just want you to pay attention to me and only me. don’t go talking to the guys too much” you finally give in to mingyu’s little antic and lean into his chest looking up at him. “hmm.. im hearing you out mingyu promise but where’s my attenti-” you started to complain as he cuts you off pressing his lips onto yours. 

as he breaks from the kiss he looks down at you and smirks “there you go yn satisfied?”

minghao: ♪ ༘⋆ te extraño by xtreme “mira cómo estoy sufriendo. me quemo por dentro por sentir tu amor” -> “look how i’m suffering, i am burning inside for your love”

as a new couple there's always so many ups and downs. so many people telling you and minghao what you guys shouldn’t and should be doing. and that because of the differences between the two of you and him. that it wouldn’t work out in the end but against the odds you two opposites still managed to find some common ground. how you two lovebirds managed to cross paths was  through bumping into him at a museum. and as the story goes “apparently” you had stepped on his very expensive shoes and he had some nice comments to say about your outfit. that’s not how you remember it happening but that’s for another day. a few months into the dating period the band’s tour season had started soon, and while you managed to keep yourself together through delusions and winning a fancall with minghao. (more like begging seungcheol to rig the odds) minghao was not faring as well, the timing just never lined up with his free days and you had your own business going on. minghao was a bit fed up at this point, missing you to an extreme that he had never experienced before. as cheesy as this sounds, you were such an important part of his life now. and all your teasing him over the phone wasn’t making this any easier on him. so he took it upon himself to catch you off game, and surprise you at your job with a bouquet of flowers and some gifts. opening up the cafe doors to greet customers but instead greeted with the sight of your boyfriend. and as much as you put on the facade that you were fine, telling your coworkers that you were the stronger one in the relationship seeing him physically was a whole different story. at the ring of the bell the two of you greeted each other with a kiss.

“myungho .. i’m sorry i can’t keep this up, it’s been so hard.” hiccup you managed to choke out as you couldn’t help the tears falling down your cheeks.

“yn you, don’t know how difficult it’s been without you,” minghao responded, cusping your face. 

“myungho” hiccup “i missed you so much, please don’t leave me anymore” you pleaded crying into his hands.

“yn what am i going to do with you.” minghao sighed as he held back his own tears. wiping your cheek with his hands. 

all the tears you tried to suppress inside, kept pouring down your face. it had been too much for the both of it was like the world wanted the two of you together. 

you couldn’t form a response besides nodding in agreement and sobbing out i love you, i miss you and the ongoing repeat of his name.  

“y’know, i just look for your face in every pretty thing i see. in the flowers i brought, the porcelain tea cups. i guess it’s just me seeking some semblance of you to comfort me.” he couldn’t help smiling even when the tears fell.

it felt like the two of you were the only people in the world. but you weren't (a/n: get back to work yn) as a voice snapped you both into reality. “erm sorry to bother but i was wondering if i could get my coffee like right now?!”

seungkwan: sabor a mi by luis miguel ⋆🎧✮ “si negaras mi presencia en tu vivir. bastaría con abrazarte y conversar. tanta vida yo te di, que por fuerza tienes ya, sabor a mí” -> “if you were to deny my presence in your life. a hug and a conversation would be enough. i gave you so much life, that by force you now have, the taste of me”

as a rookie idol group you prepared yourself for almost anything. it was for your group in the long run. whether it’s an embarrassing moment on stage, your members embarrassing you on camera, or dropping the camera on a live show. you needed to have the mental fortitude to keep up your mean and silent image the company pushed on you. even throughout many different activities such as variety programs, advertisements and award shows, the persona is active while the real you is pushed to the side. something did change when you met seungkwan though. it was only a few months after your first comeback that you and kwannie met on a variety show. your manager said it was “something about putting rookies and their senior idols together” and while you were hesitant at first your group members begged you to join the program. you really needed the exposure for your upcoming comeback and your team was hoping for their first win soon especially after the way the debut went. fast forward to the start of filming and you are accompanied  by many new and household names in the industry. to your surprise you were partnered up with seungkwan of seventeen. while you tried to keep up the facade, the natural charisma and humor of the veteran idol had you breaking character more than you would like to admit. and seungkwan understood the life of a rookie idol and wanted to provide you some screen time with your real personality being showcased. his quick comebacks and sassy personality paired with you firing back on an equal level had the other idols immersed and the directors very pleased. you would say filming with seungkwan was just a good opportunity and that was all  but you couldn’t help yourself to feel your heart jump a bit. the comments that mentioned the chemistry between you and seungkwan throughout filming. the way his eyes followed you throughout the show, the energy and supportive spirit throughout the challenges you two participated in. you couldn’t stop the butterflies in your stomach, and a few days after filming was done, you received a notification that somebody had “accidentally” liked a photo of you on his instagram and a direct message from none other than the man himself.

coming home from a long day of practice you laid in your dorm scrolling through your social media as you were greeted to the noise of your ringtone. 

ring ring ring 

you stared at the caller id unsure if this was a prank or not, before you finally answered.  “hello? seungkwan? what’s up?” you question genuinely confused due to how late he decided to call you. 

“yn, hi! it’s boo seungkwan erm.. i’m sorry that I'm calling this late but i was wondering if you wanted to hangout sometime?” you could overhear some voices in the background and the sounds of seungkwan moving around. 

“err- do we need to reshoot some scenes or did you need me for something?” 

“no!!  y-you did great during the show but i uh..” seungkwan tried clearing his throat, to ease his nerves. “this is just me asking…that i’d like to get to know you more off camera.” 

“i also…missed your beautiful face” he adds with a blush on his face. 

you couldn’t help the smile escaping your lips as you responded “of course seungkwan, i would love that….and i missed yours too”  

vernon: ⊹♡🎶 corazon sin cara by prince royce “y el corazón no tiene cara, y te prometo que lo nuestro, nunca va a terminar” -> “and the heart has no face, and i promise that our thing is never going to end”

you had finally made your first big break! as an actor in the industry for a few months now things weren’t looking the best for you. only minor roles for one episode or scene or just filming as a background extra with no lines. your manager surprised you with good news! you were to be casted in a romance drama as the main lead. you were confident enough that you would finish this project with no issues. but the only problem was when you found out that you were working with an idol did shake you off your game a bit, just enough to make you sweat. during the first round of filming you weren’t too aware of the idol you were going to film with just their role. you two were filming as a pair of high school students who are in a weird romantic situation, your manager told you it was something similar to the k-drama twenty-first century girl. vernon was a simple yet emotional guy underneath that intimidating exterior was a genuine person who cared for the success of the drama and the hardworking people making it happen. while you both shared the same thoughts of wanting the success of the drama, filming wasn’t the best. you two weren’t the most.. natural there was this awkwardness in the air and the on camera chemistry was nowhere to be found. the casting director and the staff really fought for the both of you to keep your roles. so what better way to develop some chemistry than to go on fake dates… and in the end it worked out for the best. you two managed to find your balance in and off camera together. 

cameras rolling 

as the rainfall embraces you and vernon for the climax of the drama. the two of you are standing in the middle of the campus’s baseball field as you proceed to read your character’s line. “.. so it wasn’t just a dare.. did you actually end up falling for me that night..” 

“tell me i’m not just another one of those stupid.. lovestruck people.. p-please” you managed to spit out as your kept getting your real emotions caught with your character’s.

he cupped your face and let out a big sigh.. “and if i said i fell for you that night.. would you let me hold you for the night?” at this point you couldn’t distinguish acting for reality. your emotions were at their peak and you just went with your gut. afterwards you pushed yourself into his arms and you could feel his warmth as he held you in his. 

“and cut!” the director shouted out “that was an unscripted moment but hey we could work with it” as the cameras stopped rolling and the two of you stood still you felt a pull at your arm and heard a whisper in your ear. 

“you know.. i wouldn’t mind taking you on a real date after this yn.”

“oh and by the way.. your lips tasted sweet” (a/n: me when.. when will i get told this .. i use the fenty lip oil for a reason..) 

chan: ⤹˚˖♬୭ quién lo diría by nicole zignago & lagos “que yo hace poco no sabía si olvidarte. por otra parte, yo sé que todavía. tengo pegada esta manía de pensarte” ->  “recently i didn't know whether to forget you, on the other hand, i know that still. i have this habit of thinking about you”

college student lee chan.. just need to be honest with you. it's simple that he wanted to be more than whatever you two had going on. he had his share of flings and situationships before and just like the others he promised you. that it will be nothing more than friends with benefits. and when you were done that was it, and he agreed for the most part to this arrangement. telling himself he could be mature about this one, to not catch feelings. but some small part of himself was sure that you felt the same way. at least that’s what he assumed. it was because of the way you brightened up his life, the influence on chan made something in him change. he caught feelings. so his friends kept egging him on to confess to you under the cherry blossom tree. chan practiced in his dorm mirror for about twenty times he needed to get this confession done right. perfect almost.. but everything was far from perfect. the gloom took over the sky, the trees lacking their pink hues, and you.. holding the hand over another. you looked radiant even in this melancholy you caught his attention. even in a crowded arena you always could.. chan fell … his head was spinning, he wanted to run to you, it was supposed to be his hand that should have been enveloped with yours.. and as much as it hurt he knew. he couldn’t do anything, it wasn't your fault he knew you would eventually fall for somebody else. a playwright would call him the other woman. if he would have just expressed his feelings sooner he wouldn't have ended up being the second lead in this drama. he cried that night, lee chan had always been the heartbreaker but never the heartbroken until now… he needed to do something and fast. 

you had gotten off a call with your current partner, walking through the halls of the university as you felt a light pull at your wrist turning around to the source. “c-channie you scared me!?”

“why didn’t you just tap me on the shoulder or tell me it was you?” you shared your general surprise at the male student standing in front of you.

he sighed before opening his mouth “what do you not want me around any more?” out of all the things you thought he would say that wasn’t on your bucket list. 

“chan.. that’s not what’s happening here we had an agreement.. you know better than anyone in this type of relationship a friends with benefits” you sounded off, this is not the person chan fell in love with. he was under the impression you’d be understanding of his feelings or at least what he was implying.

“that one of us would end up alone in the end… it’s a special bond, something intimate, but it’s also fragile as hell.” you pull your wrist away from his grip taking a few steps away from him. 

“yn .. i can’t do this anymore, i didn't know i could never value intimacy, our time together.. until i saw you with someone other than me…. “ the desperation in his voice matched the neediness of his stare. the stare that would haunt you till the end of time. 

“chan..” you cupped his face “i’m sorry but i moved on.. and it’s time you should do the same.”

“n-no i-” and then came his tears .. and then came the rain.. 

“maybe in another time we were destined to be together channie… but this time i wasn’t the one...” you gently wrapped your arms around his torso for the last time. and disappeared as fast as the downpour came. 

[deathsbestgirl]

Favorite Mulder’s couch moments?

my absolute favorite is definitely in all things. scully telling him about her experience, him interpreting it as she talked to god. the way she says 'what if there was only one choice and all the other ones were wrong? and there were signs along the way.' and she falls asleep immediately after, the way he covers her with the blanket. absolutely incredible. precious really.

but i also really love pine bluff variant. when mulder comes into his dark apartment and scully's there waiting for him. and he tries to kick her out, but scully forced her way into his secret undercover mission and takes care of his broken finger. like i just love it. she was so confused & upset & mad. there was no way the mulder she knows would commit treason and hurt people. people he's always fighting for. like i know we talk about mulder's relentlessness & determination & passion, but it's so true of scully too. especially where mulder is concerned. i adore them

and i can't not mention je souhaite. "well i'm fairly happy, that's something." we don't get to see scully happy very often. and she really is so happy in season seven. her admitting to him, watching his reaction to the fact that he makes her happy? it's just so sweet. she buried it for so long, didn't know how to ask him for what she wanted, couldn't really accept it because she really cares about their work too. they spent all of season 6 trying to figure out how it could work, and in season 7 it does work. they are still them. their cases become real dates and then they can go home with each other. their communication still isn't perfect, but they start saying so much more *directly* they don't have to talk around it anymore. they can live and work. they can have both!! partnership in every sense

[lyramundana]

heyheyhey! how are you?? I hope everything is okay! perv!minsung x innocent f!reader?

I'm great, honey, thank you 🥰 Everything is going okey for me right now.

MinSung as perverts is one hella good of a trope, specially if you throw an innocent Reader in the mix. They're prone to manipulation already and they won't stop at anything until they get what they want.

They have different ways to proceed in this scenario, but they have one thing in common: They're obsessed with Reader's smell. Have you seen those bunch of videos of them both just shoving their noses in the other's hair or neck to sniff? Yeah, that's it.

They'll steal her clothes and underwear to get off her smell. They fucking drool when they get a sniff to her panties, even more the old ones. Minho shoves it to his face and already leaks pre-cum just by the smell alone, while Jisung straight up licks her essence from it. They'll pass next to her after shower and casually place their noses near her pulse point just to take a small sniff. It calms them down as much as it gets them horny.

They'll enjoy every second of corrupting her. It feeds their ego and their twisted fantasies too. They get off her not knowing what they do and innocently showing herself to them.

Han is a voyeur. He loves to spy her when she's alone, doing private stuff. He touches himself at the sight of Reader pleasuring herself on her bed, opening the door silently to watch her and having to bite his fist to keep his own moans hidden. He tries to synchronize his orgasm with hers, looking at the shiny toys inside her and wishing desesperatly that those were his cock instead. Once she's done, he sneaks inside her bedroom and gets a hold of the toys to use them on himself later, still covered in her juices. He convinces her to let him stay on the bathroom while she showers because "what if you trip and hurt yourself?" and so she lets him stay there, the curtain blocking the sight of her cock growing hard.

Minho is pro-active. He can't stand just watching from afar, no, he needs to act. He lures her with sweet words, caring gestures, portraying himself as just a shy, protective friend that likes to help her. She's just so innocent, so cute, she knows nothing about the world, but don't worry, they're both here to help. He talks her out into letting him help her shower, cleaning the places her hands can't. She finds it a bit weird how his hands wander off further than they're supposed to, like her waist and inner thighs. He stops her when she's about to clean her cunt, telling her to lay back down and trust him, that he'll take care of it. Her brain is so mushy by the massages and the utter submission trust he has ingrained on her that she allows it, letting out a content sigh when his fingers draw lines with the soap on her lips. He has to grap unto every bit of strenght and self-control to not devour her right there.

They both sneaks their hands under her clothes to caress her warm skin, hiding their faces on each side of her neck. They always tell her this is normal, that close friends do this all the time, and due to her lack of experience, she believes every word they spit out. She's so easily influenced, so compliant and sweet. A precious little angel for them to corrupt.

They made her sleep in the same bed as them, in the middle, with their arms trapping hugging her. When she feels hard thing poke at her sides, they hush her and distract her with kisses until she falls asleep. They're shifting positions constantly over the night, explaining they need to find a comfortable one, when in reality they're straight up grinding their dicks on her until they cum. If she feels something wet on the sheets or clothes the next morning, they gaslight her again enough until it's cleaned. They offer to massage her boobs when she's on her period and they hurt, and she doesn't say anything when they start to use their lips to bite her nipples. It's to make the massages better and relax her body, right? And it feels so good..

Whenever they get too horny and can't lay they hands on her, they fuck each other's brains out until they're spent. They use her toys, her clothes and any possession of hers they can't get their hands on. Sometimes they don't even bother into cleaning them..

Of course they're the ones to take her virginity. Who else are going to treat her better than them? She's already used to their touches, to their mouths on her skin, their filthy words. She's completely under their will, fooled by their fake friendship pretense and seduced by their ill-intended attempts, blind to their real motivations. She thinks they simply want to make the experience the most enjoyable for her because they care and are good friends like that. She can't suspect they've been fantasizing and manipulating her secretly to arrive here, to this moment. She's so shy and nervous the whole time, leaving them room to do everything they want with her body.

In short, they'll be twisted and manipulative little shits about it. And they also discovered a corruption kink they didn't know they had.