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chososluv · 3 months

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#𝟏 𝐅𝐚𝐧 - P L U G ! S U G U R U

✎₊˚⊹♡ summary & note : continuation of my plug series. here the reader is a local rap princess and suguru is your plug and favorite supporter ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

🏷 tags & warnings: smut, 18+, plug suguru, rapper reader, black femme! reader, reader has a vagina, weed smoking, squirting, spitting, riding, cremepie, oral (f + m briefly) pet names (return of ma/mamas agenda) also i was very eager to post this and its subject to be edited

✎₊˚ word count: 3.1k

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"How much you want again, mama?"

You look up from Suguru's hands to his face as his question registers. Your eyes feel heavy as the indica pulls you into a sweet, tranquil embrace. Your eyes are red, hanging low and Suguru drinks in the sight when he finally meets eyes with you again. He subconsciously licks his lips, your beauty causing his body to increase a few degrees with desire. The burn has him clearing his throat to focus and you give him a lazy grin. You don't realize, but you send him spiraling with your dazzling charm before replying.

"If I remember correctly, you said that if I finish the song you would smoke me out." You remind Suguru of a verbal agreement you two had last smoke session. A chuckle verberates, shoulders shaking as he brings a lighter up to seal the blunt he had been working on. His craftsmanship in his rolls never fell short and tonight was no different. As always, he hands the blunt to you first. He always lets you light it and inhale the first puff of potent gas. Suguru watches your sexy and glossed lips wrap around the blunt at one end and flick the lighter on the opposite. He replies as you light.

"Well, I have yet to hear this said record so where is it, mama?" Suguru taunts as he watches you hollow your cheeks. Your inhale is long and harsh, and a thick cloud of white smoke leaving your mouth confirms it. Suguru smirks, watching you stifle a cough as the cannabis renders you breathless. Your mind is numbing out once again, feeling peace as you lean back into the couch. You pass the blunt to Suguru.

"That gas is immaculate." You comment and he smirks before taking a hit. He's conservative with it, taking smaller but frequent puffs, a major juxtaposition to your bigger yet smaller amounts. He takes another small hit and replies.

"You should know better." He grins, causing a shockwave to go to your belly at his charming smile. You shake it off.

"I never expect less. Anyways, I have the track on my phone. Do you wanna hear it?" You ask as Suguru hands you the blunt back. You scroll through your phone as you take it, locating the track as you take another drastic inhale.

"You should know better than to ask me a fucking question like that." You roll your eyes at his profane language but nevertheless you know his intent. Especially with the way his hips turned into a lazy grin, eyeing at you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. Little did you know you have Suguru wrapped around your finger badly. His personal weed stash was not shared with anyone, let alone a romantic prospect. He knew you were different the moment he saw you rapping on stage and gave him the meanest and stankest attitude when he pushed up on you. It took him several appearances at your shows to finally entertain a conversation and the chemistry was so instant you were mad you took so long to give him your attention.

The drug dealer falling sweet on the rising local princess was not a romantic storyline Suguru thought he would find himself apart of yet here he was.

You play the track and Suguru instantly catches the beat. His head follows along with the bass instinctively, eyes closed as he focuses on your lyrics, flow, and delivery. Whenever clever word play or flow switch ups occurred he let out a verbal affirmation or appraisal that left your ego swelling. You took another hit from the blunt as the song continues, your final verse playing as you finish the track strong. A menace and lyrical genius you are in the booth and Suguru shakes his head. He opens his eyes as he looks over to hold your gaze.

"You so damn talented, y/n. You gotta perform that soon." He declares, reaching for the blunt and you hand it to him. He settles deeper into the couch, spreading his thighs out and the sight of him manspreading caused a butterflies to be released briefly but you quickly pull yourself out ot it. You gather your composure before replying.

"I will and you better be front row." You give him a cute little stank face, mean mugging as Suguru puffs on the blunt. He smirks at you.

"Bratty little thing," the words travel straight to your cunt, "but sure thing, mama. You already know wassup." Suguru gives you one of his charming grins and you feel those butterflies get set loose again. You can't fight it and you smile back. Suguru knows it's a mix of infatuation and cannabis, but he has the sudden desire to kiss you. He looks all over you, seeing that lip gloss still painted on your plush lip, big hoops in your ears, and those sexy bangs you recently got done. You're a goddess and have the intellect to keep Suguru on his toes.

"Good." You utter at his declaration, bringing him from his thoughts and he hums. He refuses to look away, even slowly leaning his weight towards you to bring his face closer to yours. You feel your heart thundering in your chest to the point where it almost hurts. You see the look in Suguru's face and sense he wants to immediately fold you in multiple different ways. Your eyes flicker down, eyeing the gray sweats he greeted you at the door with and see a tent now present. You should have known you would be sweating your straightened hair right back into curls.

"Mind if I kiss you, ma?" That was one thing about Suguru, you wouldn't think this immediately because he's a dealer, but he's so tender and so considerate of your boundaries. You felt yourself swooning at the man next to you, his large stature leaning over you as his lips came closer.

"I been waiting for you to do since I came through the door." You confess and Suguru smiles. A large and warm hand reaches out to caress your cheek. He holds his hands there, guiding your pretty face forward to meet him halfway.

"That long huh? Let me not keep my pretty baby waiting any longer, hmm?" Your lips meet and your world seems to melt. All the stresses evaporate and are replaced with a single thought.

Geto Suguru.

"Missed you so much, baby." Suguru says, tongue kissing you on his bed and you huff against his lips. You chase after his mouth, diving back in for a kiss as your hand snakes down to his sweats. He groans when he feels your hand palm against his length. You feel your clit tingle at his groan against your lips.

"I missed you too, Ru." You manage to get out before kissing him again. You crave his lips on yours and feel satisfied when you taste him again. He lets you kiss him a couple more times, your strawberry gloss on his tongue and you taste it when he shoves his tongue inside. You moan, falling onto your back as he pushes you onto it. You feel him pull away and you start to chase after him until he raises to his hunches. You pout, looking up at the man as he looks down at you.

"Watchu poutin for?" He asks, raising an eyebrow as he takes the black elastic hair tie from his wrist.

"You're not kissing me." You say and he chuckles. You dig your toes into the comforter at how dark his laugh sounded and your lower belly awakens when you notice he's beginning to tie his hair up into a bun.

"Yeah? Cause i'm bouta fucking feast on that lil pussy take them panties off already."

He's going to be the death of you.

"Fuck, I missed eating this pussy."

Sloppy slurping sounds cause your head to spin. You moan uncontrollably as Suguru feasts himself between your legs. His tongue is darting skillfully along your folds, collecting every drop you have to offer. Your toes curl, thighs shaking as Suguru has you on your back, legs pressed to your chest and feet dangling in the air. Your pretty anklet dangles and it happens to be one of his many gifts to you.

"Miss when you spit on it." You whine out before you can stop yourself. Suguru raises an eyebrow from between your legs, stopping his feast to smirk. He doesn't say anything, but before you can retort at his pausing he gathers all the fluids in his mouth and spits violently. The majority of it lands on your clit, the rest trickling down your soaked cunt. Your eyes roll back at the filthy scene and Suguru brings his thick fingers to spread it around your swollen clit.

"Like this huh? Like when I mark this pretty pussy?" His fingers sink into your folds, fucking the spit into your hole and you nod.

"Mhmm, yes Suguru." You whimper and he smirks. He brings his lips back down to leave a messy kiss on your clit. Your head falls back into the pillows as he takes it into his harm mouth. His tongue flickers along the swollen button before sucking harshly. You clench around nothing, desperate for something but you're too fucked out to articulate you want his cock. You feel satisified with the way his tongue marks each inch of your cunt. His oral techniques were gifts that you loved to abuse.

"You taste so good," he moans, taking a break to look at his work. Suguru admires it, seeing your swollen and soaked mound. He places an index finger at your entrance, feeling the arousal collected and greeting him instantly. He swears under his breath at the warmth and tight embrace of your folds. You pant, throwing your legs open wider to wordlessly beg for more.

"Suguru!" You moan, bucking your hips to attempt to fuck his fingers. He grins, seeing a small ring of cream form around his finger.

"Pussy so fucking wet, mama," he removes himself from between your legs and rises to his knees, "need you to wet this dick f'me, baby." You are sliding to be on your knees, matching Suguru's stance and he raises an eyebrow. Your hands come to his face, holding his cheeks before kissing him passionately. Suguru moans and you're slipping your tongue into his mouth causing his dick to twitch. His hands fall down to the curve of your back, taking your ass in his hands and squeezing. You moan but only continue to passionately kiss Suguru. Your hands slowly came from his face, traveling down to his shoulders. You plant your hands firmly on his broad, strong shoulders and press down before Suguru can register.

"What's this?" He asks looking up at you as you straddle his waist. You look down, grinning as you sink yourself into his lap.

"Wanna ride you." You state, grabbing between your legs to stroke his length. Your delicate digits touching his warm cock and earning a hiss from his mouth. You take his lips back with yours. Your tongues dance once again as you lead his tip to your awaiting hole. Your eagerness caused you to sink down, ignoring the sting and relishing in feeling full. You moans in his mouth, and he finds his hands kneading at your ass. You begin bouncing up and down, earning illicit moans from the two of you.

"Fuck, you're so wet." Suguru says against your lips. You moan and continue bouncing in his lap. His cock inching in and out left you breathless and falling closer to euphoria.

"All for you baby." You tell Suguru. He blushes but meets your thrusts when you sink back down. You choke, moaning out a whimper as you lift your hips, sinking them back down to be met with another thrust from Suguru. A lazy smirk forms on his lips and you squeal. His balls slap against your rear as his kneading ceases and a slap occurs. You let out a scream at the sting and pure shock.

"So tight and warm." He grunts, continuing to meet your thrusts and you grin. Your thighs begin to burn but you block out the pain, continuing to ride your lover to his pending orgasm. You feel your roots sweating into their prominent curls and Suguru relishes in the sight. Nothing had him more prideful than seeing his girl come with straightened hair and leave with natural curls. He knew if you didn't leave your curls he didn't do it right.

"Ru!" You pant his nickname, choking as he thrusts deeper and hitting your spot. The stroke earns a gush of liquid to wet your thighs and his pelvis. He bites his lip as your nails begin to dig into his skin, smarking his shoulders with crimson lines. He doesn't mind and only continues to meet your bounces with quicker thrusts.

"This pussy was made for me." Suguru comments, savoring the way your cunt continues to grip and milk him ecstacy. You whimper, giggling softly before you speak back.

"This dick was made for me." Your retort is followed with you clenching your walls. Suguru moans out a soft laugh before his hand strikes down on your ass. You cry and he hits the opposite cheek. Handprints form on both cheeks and he massages the sting away.

“Gonna come in this pretty cunt.” Suguru warns, feeling his cock swelling and ready to explode at any moment. Your pussy continues to squeeze Suguru's cock while making it absolutely soaked. His dick is beyond wet, its drenched.

"Give it to me." You sultrily encourage, "missed your cum baby." His tip kisses that sensitive spot and you start whining. Your pussy squelching with each bounce in his lap and continuing to decorate his thick thighs. Suguru is moaning at this point, hissing at how you continue to grip him despite being so fucking wet.

"Fuck, ma you're squirtin' all over me." Suguru moans, biting his lip as he continues to meet your rhythm, You only moan, ceasing your bouncing to roll your hips fluidly, his cock sliding in and out with lewd squelching. You place your forehead against his as you moan at the feeling of him twitching inside you.

"Feel so full baby." You say against his lips and he grins, hand slapping your ass and causing you to toss your head back, yelling out a profanity.

"So fucking tight," Suguru grunts through clenched teeth, "imma cum soon." Suguru warns, moaning again as you continue roll your hips gracefully. You sigh at his words, still swirling your hips as you lean back. Suguru looks down and sees your soaked cunt leave a creamy ring around his cock. He swears at the sight as he fights to cum because god the view is fucking filthy. Your swollen clit stood at full attention as it begged to be touched.

"Fuck, Suguru!" You place a steady hand on the back of his neck to brace yourself as you continue to lean back. He bites his lip, seeing the way your tits bounce and your beautiful body rolling obscenely. Something primal shifts in him and he's placing strong hands on your waist. You yelp, feeling your body fall back till you land in the plush sheets. Suguru still holds your hips, having them in the air as he pistons his cock deep into you. You choke, screaming before you place a hand on his wrist as you choke on several moans. Suguru is grunting, eyes closing as he is near his end.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum in this pussy." Suguru warns you as he feels his cock throbbing with each trust. The warmth and lewd noises coming from your cunt didn't help with the constant squeezing and soft pleas coming from your pretty mouth. Your mouth is hanging open as he continues to fuck you stupid, screams occurring as you struggle to grasp reality. Suguru's strokes render your mind completely blank.

"Ru-gonna-Cum!" You're choking, struggling to warn him and Suguru chuckles softly. He quickly moans though, as you squirt all over him yet again. He's cursing, hips snapping desperately as he felt his orgasm about to wash over him.

"Ah ah, baby fuck. I'm cumming!" He hisses out, sighing as he ruts sloppily, thick cum spilling inside you as you reach your undoing. You sob, thighs shaking as you back arches, tumbling into a thick abyss of pleasure. Suguru slowly lets out his thrusts, leaving you whimpering shivering as he slips out of your cunt. You shudder out a breath as you slowly open your eyes. His cock goes limp, but still wet with your arousal as you sit up. You're in a daze, but nevertheless you reach forward wrapping your lips around his limp cock to taste you and him. He hisses at the feeling but allows you to suck. You pull away, only to get pushed down yet again.

Suguru spreads your legs, eyeing at your abused cunt but he waits. Surely, his cum trickles from between your folds and he licks his lips. He leans down to lick a quick stripe up your cunt, fat tongue lapping the taste of you two before crawling up your body. He meets you with a kiss, swapping more than just salvia and you suck on his tongue. He pulls away, licking his lips before speaking.

"So fucking nasty." You giggle at him and he chuckles along with you.

"It's why you keep fucking with me." You tease, smiling lazily in the post sex haze. Suguru only smiles before kissing you once again.

"One of a few. C'mon. Let's shower and smoke another blunt huh?"

He always knows just the right things to say to you.

A shower and clean up routine later you're settling into his bed passing a blunt back and forth.

"When's your next show, mama?" Suguru passes you the blunt as he exhales. You take it, looking up from his chest before replying.

"Next Friday." You take a hit and watch him nod. He makes a mental note to clear his schedule on that day. Ever since fucking with you he always made sure he was present at your shows.

"I'm there." He said. You smile, nodding because you knew he meant that. This man before you taking the time to make sure he was always there to be your number one supporter. You didn't know if you and Suguru would ever be committed together, but you didn't bother to stress yourself with uncertainties. As long as you had the man before you in your corner. The world could burn away.

But as long as you weren't separated from Geto Suguru, you'd be fine.

©𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐯 ╰┈┈➤ MASTERLIST!

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unholyhelbig · 3 months

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i would love a one shot of nat interacting w ronnie! maybe r is caught up doing a job for nat and nat has to pick ronnie up from school and domesticity w r ensues?

Title: The Carpool Lane [an Oversight Oneshot]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You get caught up while running an errand for Natasha and aren't able to pick your daughter up from school. You ask Natasha to do it and she has to grapple with some big feelings.

[a/n: Hello! I promise you all that the last official chapter of the Oversight is going to be posted soon. It is a very heavy one so here is some fluff in the meantime! Also, I'm opening my requests again, so feel free to send some my way.]

Warnings: None that I can think of other than horrible grammar, but please let me know if I need to add any!

Check out the full Oversight universe

The air in the home office had become sticky and cloying. It often did when the sun decided to shine as strongly as it did. Natasha kept her books clean and clear of dust but often times there was only so much she could do. Large particles floated in the crossfire of a golden glow. It almost pained her to wrench the window open and disrupt the flow.

It was difficult for Natasha to keep focus when she could hear the sounds from outside and feel the soft breeze on her skin. She was often known for her dedication, for her focus and her ruthlessness. But on afternoons, she was stuck doing mountains of paperwork when she’d much rather be doing you.

Natasha often drifted into hazed memories of the whimpers that escaped you, your breathless swears interlaced with the intoxicating way you moaned her name. She liked teasing you until you begged for her, until you needed her more than you needed breath, until you arched your back and cried into the thousand thread count sheets.

Of course, her favorite thing was to bring you to the very edge with her just her delicate touch and her sultry words. You’d come undone underneath her, coated in sweat and ready to please as an orgasm rocked through- an annoying ringtone.

Natasha had shoved her phone into the bottom drawer of her desk to gain some focus. It clearly wasn’t working. Her nails scratched across the rich oak of the desks surface before she pawed around.

Yelena had set her ringtone to the loudest, most obnoxious blowhorn she could find. She claimed that Natasha was losing her touch and often couldn’t hear anything past her own thoughts. And so, what if that was the case? Natasha quite liked her thoughts lately.

“Romanoff,” She drawled, voice dripping with annoyance.

“Hi,”

It took one breathless word from you and everything else was forgotten. There was worry in that single syllable and it made Natasha’s world spin for only a second before she got her bearings. She could do this. She was in charge.

“Tell me where you are.”

“You know where I am, you sent me here yourself.” You chuckled in a low whisper. Natasha had sent you to collect rent from your usual charges. She knew your pattern and could hear the low hum of the row of washing machines behind you.

While she prided herself on her ability to train you into the perfect protector with a quick hand a vicious tongue, she wouldn’t dare change a thing about your soft spots. You had particular one for the family that rented the apartment above the Soapsuds laundry mat and ran it seamlessly.

It was nearly impossible for you to say no to the elderly woman that took up residence with her son. She’d make you tea and you’d indulge in cookies as she regaled you with her charming stories from the 40’s.

“She’s a trained killer, ma, she doesn’t have time for this!”

Natasha heard the son’s accented voice muffle it’s way through the phone. She scoffed, and switched her phone to her other ear. You must have put your palm over the receiver because you were garbled too.

“I absolutely have time for this Miss Vazquez.” You returned to your conversation, voice whispered once more. “I don’t have time for this, Nat. I don’t want to break her frail heart. Could you possibly… pick Ronnie up from school?”

Natasha had been rendered silent, which wasn’t a feat that was often achieved in a shocking manner. Usually, if a Romanoff was quiet, they were busy calculating and it was better to avoid the storm brewing behind their eyes. This wasn’t the same kind of soundlessness.

She had to pick her jaw off the floor. Veronica was your entire life, and though Natasha came in for a close second, you would do absolutely anything for that child. You’d walk through fire, and it was testament to your growing trust with Natasha, having her pick your daughter up from school.

“Nat, baby” your voice came through the phone “did I lose you? If it’s too much I can get Darcy to take a later lunch. It’s not a problem at all. I shouldn’t have asked, you’re a busy woman and-“

“I’d love to.”

“Huh?”

“I can pick her up, y/n, really.”

Her palms started to sweat, and Natasha never sweated. She stood up and started to pace the length of her office, entering and exiting the large stream of light that vented in through the window. She listened carefully as you told her word for word how to enter the car line, and what mothers to avoid entirely.

“I’ll call ahead, let them know you’re safe to pick up Ronnie. Thank you for doing this, Natty. I appreciate it.”

She smiled, biting her thumbnail. She stopped at the window and peered out at the newly installed swing set at the edge of the property. So many little things had changed in Natasha’s life over the last year. There were children’s books strewn over the tables and art supplies that Ronnie loved to draw with. This was an extra step. This was the extra step that made her fingers itch for the ring hidden in the false bottom of her desk.

“Darling! Would you like to hear about the night I had with Robert Kennedy?”

“I would love to, Miss Vazquez!” You called back, lowering your voice once more. “I love you, I’ll see you at home. Dinner is on me.”

You had hung up the phone a few moments ago but Natasha kept it against her face for a few moments as if it were an anchor. She had to pick up Ronnie. She had to pick up Ronnie. Natasha was on her feet now, searching the large living room and foyer, and even the nightstands by her bed before she grasped at her keys and sprinted out the door.

Veronia was a girl of very little words, but she was comfortable enough around Natasha to curl into her side during movie nights, little fist clenching onto the fabric of her shirt. Most of the time, she’d fall asleep before the end of the film and Natasha would stare affectionately as you scooped her up and took her to her room.

Now, Natasha sat in the parking lot of the school with blood rushing past her ears. Somehow, the gaggle of mothers that lingered by the release doors were scarier than anything she had ever faced before.

She’d been shot at least four times and had survived them all. She had pulled the trigger herself more times than she could count, but all of curious eyes landing on her sleek black car made her nearly sweat through her t-shirt.

Natasha stalled as long as she could before taking the tentative steps across the asphalt lot. There was a small patch of green grass that seemed to be overwatered if it still held its vibrant color during a late heated day.

Her sunglasses were down over her eyes and she feigned looking at her phone, though she eyed each and every parent that lingered. They were openly staring at her, and she heard a few hushed whispers, absolutely no attempt to muffle their judgements.

“Don’t pay them any mind.”

Natasha startled, not noticing the woman that had sidled up next to her. Her skin was pale, her hair a pitch-black color that must have heated her up on a day like this. She stuck her hand out and Natasha took it carefully, shaking it. “Jessica Jones.”

“Natasha Y/L/N,”

The woman was apprehensive to use her own last name. While she kept a mostly low profile, there were still some people who would clock the name as something familiar. The last thing she needed was someone targeting you, or God-forbid, Ronnie. The words fit perfectly into her mouth like a sweet candy.

“I’ve never seen you around here before, and apparently neither have the vultures with the way they’re circling.”

She couldn’t help but smile “I’m… new. My partner got a little tied up at work and asked me to pick up her daughter.”

“Ah, so you’re that Natasha.” She must have flushed awkwardly, nervously, because Jessica seemed to backtrack. “Nothing bad. There are moms like the women over there who put their entire being into making everything perfectly beige. Then there are moms like y/n and I. Imperfect.”

Natasha’s eyebrows lifted. Each woman that flocked towards the front of the glass doors, waiting excitedly for their children to spill out did have the same look about them. They all wore leggings and different colored pastel shirts. Each one had the same highlights and haircuts, and apprehensive stares.

“We’re out here a lot together, and it was pretty obvious when things started to change for her. With you around, the smile actually reaches her eyes you know?”

The statement warmed Natasha greatly and made the box in her desk weigh heavier on her mind. Of course, she didn’t want to think too much about it, but she also wanted to make sure that you were happy, something you reassured her of over and over again.

Natasha opened her mouth to respond but was interrupted by the barrage of tiny feet on the sidewalks and grass. There was a sea of runny noses and crinkled papers slathered in different primary colors.

A small boy with dark ringlets of hair crashed into Jessica’s legs clumsily and she let out a large huff of air in response, scooping him up into her arms. He had the most startling blue eyes like his mother and gave Natasha a gap-toothed-goofy smile.

Natasha was searching the crowd for your daughter. It wasn’t like she would call out, that was much too vocal for her and Natasha didn’t blame the girl in the slightest. Through the sea of kids, her eyes locked on Ronnie’s and she gave her an encouraging smile and a small wave.

Veronica’s expression lit up as she dashed the few feet that was separating them. Natasha had the foresight to lean down enough to dampen the impact of her hug. It was quite the rare occasion to be embraced by her, so she savored the spring scent of her.

“Your mama got caught up at work and asked me to pick you up.” Natasha explained, leaning back on her heel, she brushed a strand of hair behind Ronnie’s ear. “What’s that?”

Natasha gently pointed to the picture that was in Veronica’s hand. Her chest welled with pride at the drawing and she would say that it was miles better than any other kid she saw run out with their artwork. Yelena had been right; Ronnie had a beautiful gift that Natasha would pour everything into for as long as she wanted to call it her craft.

This particular scene was a rendition of the large house, too big to fit within the confines of the paper. There was six figures that vaguely resembled each person Natasha knew and loved. A clear grouping had been established.

Kate was smeared in a purple color with dark locks of hair.

Yelena had been drawn next to her, hand and hand.

Clint stood close to them- but not too close- with his signature deep look.

What called to Natasha the most was how Ronnie had grouped her. There was a figure by the edge of the page that was clearly you, down to a tea, and a shorter figure right next to you that was unmistakably Ronnie. The two figures held hands; and on the other side, with her signature deep auburn hair and green eyes, stood Natasha. Her fingers were wrapped around Ronnie’s in the photo, too smudges of color that made the enforcers heart thrum harder than it ever had before.

“This is beautiful,” Natasha breathed, struggling not to let the water that built up in her eyes drip down her cheeks. That would be weird. It would freak Ronnie out. “I love it.”

“You do?” The girl asked.

“I do. In fact, it’s getting framed and hung up immediately.”

It was rare for Ronnie to speak, but it was a prize each time she did. Just like you, Natasha had begun to understand her body language and everything she said with her eyes. It was something she would grow out of, or maybe she would speak with just her art.

Either way, Natasha read her loud and clear.

It was well past ten pm by the time you had pulled yourself away from the laundry mat. You ended up eating dinner with the family despite your repeated refusal. It was some of the best food you have ever eaten and though you missed the quality time with Natasha, the vodka coating on the pasta would have you reeling for weeks.

The house was mostly dark by the time you returned, and you were careful when you let your keys drop into the dish by the door. A soft golden light streamed down the hallway, leading to the kitchen.

Natasha would often partake in a glass of red wine, a record playing softly in the background. It was her time to unwind, to do the dished from dinner and breathe out the stress of the day. Just like any office job. Sometimes she’d use the time to scrub away blood from under her nails as you waited patiently and took sparing sips from her glass despite denying wanting one of your own.

The sink wasn’t on, and the kitchen was mostly silent save for a faucet drip here and there. Natasha leaned against the counter and stared at the moonlit swing set in the yard. It was bathed in just enough pale light to make out the shapes drifting in the light breeze.

You came up behind her, snaking your arms around her waist and resting your head on her shoulder. She shivered against the coolness of your skin, but hugged you tight against her center with a comforting and raspy hum.

“Thank you for picking up Ronnie today,” you mumbled into the side of her neck, “And getting her to bed. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it.”

“You don’t have to thank me.”

Natasha turned in your arms and had a bit of a pout to her expression that you weren’t expecting. You lifted an inquisitive eyebrow at her. You wanted to kiss that frown right off her lips. You wanted to lull her into a state of content after the long day you’d had.

Almost timidly, she said “We’re a family. That’s what we do.”

God, how long you’d wanted to hear that. This time, you didn’t hesitate to close to the distance between you both. You kissed her softly; you kissed her with so much love that it left you dizzy.

You’d scared away partners before with the prospect of having a daughter. Most of the time, you wouldn’t’ even bring it up until a third date, when you were close to sure. But even then, you’d be left at the restaurant, or the bowling alley, or the movie theatre by yourself once the words left your mouth.

Nothing about your relationship with Natasha had been conventional, however, and each day she shocked you with her tenderness and care for someone she had no responsibility towards. Just letting you and Ronnie move in had been enough. Parenting her? Loving her? It felt beyond reality.

She chuckled into the kiss, running her fingers down your jaw. “I love you too, detka.”

“Mm, seriously, thank you.”

“Do you want to see something?”

You lifted your eyebrows suggestively and earned a light-hearted smack to the shoulder. She wormed her way out of your embrace and crossed the large kitchen to the fridge. When you’d first moved in, it was blank. There was a single wedding invitation tacked up with a magnet for joining the Murdock and Natchios families in matrimony, but even that had been years old.

Now there was something new.

Something that had unmistakably been crafted by Ronnie. The photo was a beautiful mix of colors and mediums and at the very corner in, in blue crayon, were two words; My Family.

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navybrat817 · 1 year

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A Real Prince Charming

Pairing: Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You get to see Bucky in his element. Word Count: Over 2.1k Warnings: Fluff, (f)lirting, feels, passionate Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?) Graphics Talent: Edit by Nix (extra thanks for spitballing!), banner by @sgt-seabass, divider by @firefly-graphics - Thank you, lovelies! A/N: Follow up to Once Upon a Time and Far, Far Away. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Picking out on an outfit to wear to the library took you more time than you cared to admit. You didn't want it to be too revealing since you were visiting Bucky at his job and there would be kids around. You also didn't want to look too casual since you were going on a date.

"What's the big deal? It's just pizza," Tina said on the video call as you held up a shirt. "Wear a sweater."

Might as well have just told me to wear a burlap sack.

"It isn't just pizza. It's the first of many dates," Kim argued on your behalf. "Wear a dress."

You inwardly sighed as you tossed the top onto the pile with the others. While it thrilled you that your friends were interested, you were nervous enough to begin with and the call almost caused additional stress. They were only trying to help though and that mental reminder pushed some of the nerves away.

"Or just wear whatever you feel is comfortable that still looks nice," Nicole suggested, bringing balance to the optimist and pessimist. "Whatever you wear, he's going to love it."

I hope so.

"Nice jeans and a blouse it is," you decided.

I still can't believe he agreed to go out with me.

Kim clapped giddily. "You have to tell us everything, promise?"

"And keep us on standby if you need an escape, okay?" Tina asked.

One of the reasons you loved having her as a friend was because of her protective nature. No matter how blunt she could be, she would be the first to step up if anyone tried to hurt you or your other friends. At the end of the day, her heart was in the right place.

"I won't need an escape, but thank you," you assured them, smiling at your friends through the phone. "And I'll give you the details within reason."

Nicole's eyebrows shot up before she smirked. "Within reason, huh? Does that mean you're going to put out on the first date?"

Why did I say that?

"Did you see his picture? I'd put out, too. At the library," Kim grinned mischievously as you went back to the closet and searched through your clothes. “I would even let him put it in my-”

"Sluts. All of you," Tina joked.

"I'm hanging up now. Thanks!" you announced, disconnecting yourself from the chat after they wished you "good luck".

You pushed through a few more hangers before you stopped and pulled out a blouse, smiling as you looked it over. It was casual enough for the library and pizza, but still nice enough for a date. The shade of blue was nearly identical to Bucky's eyes.

Perfect. Now I just need to make sure not to fall on my face.

The Abraham Library was, unsurprisingly, quiet when you entered the building. The soothing light and smell of paper brought you back to when you were younger and eager to get your hands on a new book. Electronic devices made reading more accessible to some, but they couldn't beat the feeling of holding a book in your hands as you curled up and immersed yourself in a new world.

Fitting I'd go for a man surrounded by books.

You spotted Bucky as you made your way to the service desk and wished you had a glass of water with how dry your throat went from looking at him. He was every bit as handsome as when you met him on the subway in slacks, a sweater, and glasses. Though you witnessed firsthand how intimidating he could be, you had a feeling the kids adored him.

You couldn't wait to see if he proved you right.

You quietly walked over to the desk as Bucky spoke in a hushed tone to a colleague. You weren't about to raise your voice to get his attention and you didn't want to interrupt his conversation. Whatever it was, he sounded a bit worked up even as he kept his voice down. You hoped everything was okay.

"You realize that they're restricting access to diverse voices and censoring speech by banning books, don't you?" Bucky asked as he pointed to a piece of paper from the counter.

"They're not doing that," his coworker said.

"Yes, they are. They're saying that some experiences and topics are worthy of discussion and exposure and others aren't," Bucky argued as he brushed a hand through his hair and slowly exhaled. "They're reinforcing a way of thinking that limits others. Kids are trying to find their way in the world and they should have the right to choose and be properly educated."

You almost propped an elbow on the counter to watch and listen as you fell a bit in love with the hunky librarian. You didn't get to witness a man speak so passionately about his beliefs very often. Hearing that it was in regards to the type of literature kids could or couldn't read and how they should have the freedom to choose made it even better.

"It's not that deep, man. Let it go," Bucky's coworker said.

“You let it go, Greg,” he grumbled.

The retort made you giggle, which got Greg’s attention. "Sorry, miss. May I help you?"

"I'm waiting for him," you smiled as Bucky turned to you with wide eyes and pink cheeks. “I didn’t want to interrupt.”

"Hi," he said, swallowing as he pushed his glasses up and smoothed out the non-existent wrinkle in his sweater. "You look. Wow."

It's just a compliment. Don't preen.

"Thanks," you smiled.

"I hope you weren't standing there long."

"Just long enough to hear you defend what kids should have access to reading, which I happen to agree with you."

"You do?" he asked, running a hand through his hair again.

Adorable.

You hoped it didn't embarrass him that you overheard the conversation, but his cheeks still had a pink tinge to them. You wondered how warm they were to the touch. Maybe you'd find out at a later time.

Like when his coworker wasn't looking between the two of you with growing interest.

"I do," you confirmed. "I wish more people were passionate about topics like that."

The lopsided smile on Bucky's face was one you hoped to see again and again.

"You must be the new volunteer Bucky wouldn't shut up about. I'm Greg."

"Nice to meet you, Greg," you said, glancing coyly at Bucky. "You were talking about me?"

"Why don't I show you to the children's section?" he replied, shooting Greg a look before he gestured for you to follow him. "And for the record, yes. He may have asked why I wouldn't stop smiling after our phone call."

You almost swooned again. The wonderful, handsome librarian smiled at the thought of going out with you. Were you dreaming?

You pinched yourself.

Not a dream.

"You mean the call where you heard me shriek?" you asked, biting back a groan.

Why did I bring that up? Can I blame his handsome face for causing my brain to fritz?

"Yes, that call," he chuckled as you got to the area with bright colors and high ceilings.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you said as he began to arrange some of the cushions in a semi-circle.

“You brought up the shriek,” he pointed out.

Touche.

“So, we’re forming a semi-circle?” you asked, following his lead.

“Yes,” he smiled, placing another cushion on the carpet before he looked around the area. “We do basic story time four times a week for some of the younger kids. A few of them like to go to the quiet reading areas after or do STEM activities, like the Tinker and Crafts Lab. Plenty of opportunities to play with the open floor space or use the technology at their disposal. There’s even an area for pre-walkers and a baby mat for tummy time.”

You smiled at the pride in his voice. Though you were only in the beginning stages of getting to know him, you sensed that the library wasn’t just a place where he worked. He was in his element here. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so passionate about the kids being able to read whatever they wanted.

“Sounds like you put a lot of love and care into this library,” you said as he selected a book from the small stack on the nearby table.

“Yeah, well. I spent a lot of time here when I was a kid. Read as many books as I could get my hands on,” he said as he shuffled the book between his hands. “One of my best friends got picked on a lot for being small, so we hung out here some days. We’d read or draw until it was time for us to go home. Still one of my best friends to this day.”

Chivalrous, a good friend, and cares about the well-being of kids. A real Prince Charming.

“Sounds like you were lucky to have each other,” you said, brushing your hand against his forearm. “And you should be proud of what you’ve done with the place.”

Bucky didn’t blush, but the lopsided grin was back on his face. “You being nice so I’ll pay for your pizza?” he asked, gently taking your hand in his.

You didn’t realize there was only a few inches of space between you until you stared directly into his eyes. Your nerve endings singed with electricity and you wished were bold enough to drag him away to one of the bookshelves. If you were lucky, maybe another time.

Not when you were about to help him with a group of children.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” you smiled back. “I can pay for my own pizza. Should pay for yours, too, for stepping in on the subway.”

“I thought we both agreed you could've handled it," he reminded you. "And I wouldn’t make my girl pay for her meal or mine.”

"Oh, so I'm your girl now?" you smiled wider, wondering if your stomach would keep doing summersaults around him. "You move fast."

"I don't do everything fast," he whispered.

Oh.

“Mr. Barnes!”

You jumped away from Bucky at the sound of a woman’s voice, but he didn’t let go of your hand right away. An elderly woman stood a few feet away with a little girl by her leg. She gave you both a tiny wave.

And gave you a chance to breathe.

"Greg said there was a new volunteer," the woman smiled.

“Hi, Mrs. West. Hi, Joely. And, yes, this is our new volunteer,” he smiled as he introduced you. "Are you excited for story time, Joley?”

“Uh huh,” she said, giving you another wave. “You’re pwetty.”

What a sweetheart.

“This very pretty lady is excited to help today,” Bucky smiled, making your heart speed up. “Is that okay with you?”

“Uh huh,” she nodded.

“Thank you, Joley,” you grinned. “For the compliment and for letting me help.”

“Thank you. She looks forward to this every week,” Mrs. West said as Bucky offered his hand to Joley and led her to the carpet as other kids began to arrive. “He really is a wonderful man. Joley was falling behind on reading and my daughter and her teacher did everything they could think of to help. He stayed with her to help, even when his shifts were over. He helped her fall in love with books.”

“He seems like the kind of man who makes it easy to fall in love,” you said, your eyes wide when Mrs. West stared at you. “With books,” you added quickly.

“Of course,” Mrs. West nodded. “You know, I’ve been bringing my granddaughter here for some time now and, I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him hold hands with any of the other volunteers. I haven’t even heard him mention anyone special. I’ve asked, believe me.”

I'm not special to him already, am I?

“Oh, we’re not. Well, we are,” you tried to think of the right words. “I mean, we’re going on a date.”

“You don’t say? I hope it goes well. Maybe you’ll make it easy for him to fall in love, too,” she grinned before she walked away.

Your gaze flickered over to Bucky where he sat on the floor. He had Joley in his lap and held the book open, ready for the other kids to join them. It was a beautiful image.

As the librarian looked up at you and smiled, you hoped Mrs. West was right.

Pizza date to come soon. Love and thanks! ❤️

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silkjade · 2 years

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genshin men as wedding dates (2)

It’s wedding season and you’ve got a large one coming up. But it’s not just any wedding, it’s a family wedding meaning…extended relatives. Are you going to brave the night out on your own or are you rsvping with a plus one?

Featuring— Albedo, Kazuha, Itto, Ayato, Heizou, Scaramouche

gn!reader, modern au, mentions of alcohol, mostly platonic but implied romantic feelings

Part 1 - Part 2 (here) - Part 3

ALBEDO

so the bad news is that you find out he’s the hired live wedding painter. turns out all the times you shared his art posts on your instagram story were not for naught

the good news is that all he has to paint is the first kiss!

tbh he accepted your relative’s commission as an excuse to ‘coincidentally’ run into you, he just didn’t think you’d ask him to be your date

overhears a lot of gossip while he’s painting and tells you everything when you come over to hang out and watch

you bring him cake since he’s busy and he asks you, super nonchalantly, to feed him

“as you can see, my hands are a bit full at the moment” you’re too flustered to notice the slight twitch of his lips, a subtle smirk

not too keen on dancing so he just sits around and sketches. you manage to drag him away for at least one dance. he’s forced to leave his sketchbook and returns to find that it’s gone

someone ends up returning it to you? since it’s filled with sketches of you, you must know who it belongs to. you’re in disbelief but lo and behold, you open it to find various sketches of you throughout the night; dancing, laughing, even just standing around

you look up to see albedo himself standing in front of you, frozen in shock... wait he can explain-

KAZUHA

love in the air, romance in the wind…he is in his element. even more so if it’s an outdoor wedding

you tell him he doesn’t have to bring his own gift, but he insists and brings a little bonsai plant for a harmonious marriage

A HIT with your family because he’s just so well mannered and polite (his flowery words also make him especially charming to the older ladies)

truly a double edged sword though because he gets stuck in an essential oil mlm pitch

it’s sunset after the ceremony so you two take a walk through the rose garden to kill time before the reception. you comment the roses smell nice so he picks one out (he’s so bold, the sign literally says ‘do not pick the roses’)

mans is out here quoting shakespeare “a rose by any other name would smell as sweet” and then he puts it in your hair

your other single relatives are seething with jealousy

he keeps talking about what he would do differently for his wedding but he sometimes slips in ‘we’ and ‘our’

“perhaps for our cake we could do a different flavor for each layer.” is he insinuating something or just referencing his future spouse?

ITTO

takes so. many. photos. of you, of him, the decor, the scenery, everything. he’s sending them all in real time to his arataki gang gc and you know his boys are hyping him up the way he’s smiling at his phone

the ceremony is outdoors so unfortunately there are bugs. even more unfortunate is that a mosquito is flying around itto and he raises his arm to swat it away right…when…the officiant asks if there are any objections

yikes

other than that, he’s not a bad date. he’s funny, he dances, he’ll bring you a plate everytime he makes another round to the buffet table

the kids love him. he’s fun but also takes them seriously so that dance battle with the 8 year old? yeah he wasn’t holding back. keeps them out of trouble as well e.g. he stopped your bratty little nephew from running straight into the first dance

they’re following him around like a mini arataki gang, you just want your date back please

signs his name obnoxiously large in the guest book

at the end of the night he is still just a big sweetheart. if your feet hurt from your shoes or dancing or even if you’re just too tired to walk, he will offer you a piggy back ride

AYATO

surprisingly eager to agree. he’s excited for his first real wedding since all the ones he has previously attended were glorified networking events

no one outside the business sphere really has a face to the name so you don’t have to worry about attracting too much attention

he talks about his job (financially stable ✓) and his relationship with his younger sister (family oriented ✓); multiple aunts are asking why you aren’t dating this nice young man? your face heats up in embarrassment and he’s enjoying every second of it! fans the flames like

“yes, why aren’t we dating?”

the reception has a diy drink mixing station so obviously you guys have to make each other’s drinks. at least you tried to make him something decent; he has the audacity to smile while handing you peppermint schnapps and fruit punch honestly wtf

slips the photographer a crisp $100 to take some extra candids of you and him and gives them a burner email to send the photos to

kind of just sways on the dance floor at first but it’s nothing your encouragement (and some alcohol) can’t fix! unlocking fun ayato is always nice

the newly weds wanted a private last dance so everyone is ushered outside to prep for the send-off. you guys go off to the side where he asks you for your own private last dance

doesn’t want the night to end but he won’t say it outright, just keeps hinting at it. you take him out for late night skewers and boba

HEIZOU

the sunglasses are a part of his outfit

scavenger hunt champion; he figures out the clues so fast people just start lingering around, trying to overhear his thoughts. purposely says the wrong answer out loud and sends a crowd running the opposite direction

a very fun and solid date. he’s ready to party and you’re not surprised to see he’s such a smooth dancer. honestly it’s kind of sexy? shikanoin slayzou

at some point during the night, he is at the front of the conga line

people watching! he makes some offhand comments about some guests and before you know it, you’re creating random backstories for them

you get a little bit of cake at the corner of your mouth so he wipes it off for you with his thumb

“oh! you got a little something right— here, let me get it for you”

he doesn’t think much of it and goes right back to eating and socializing. for someone normally so sharp, he sure doesn’t notice the way he’s making your heart do backflips in your chest

tells you exactly where to stand to catch the bouquet; let’s out a big whoop when you catch it because it was all based on vibes and intuition. go figure

SCARAMOUCHE

straight up says no but you keep going on and on and on that he finally agrees just so you’d stop. says he’s going for the drama, which isn’t a lie

if he hears just a whisper of pregnancy news…he is going to congratulate them out loud, fake smile and all. also brings up controversial topics at your table for some good old fashioned family entertainment

when he sees your cousin being mean to you he claps back by asking why their plus one has been drooling after that pretty bridesmaid like a dog. Your cousin throws their drink on him and storms off and you’re ready for him to throw a fit but he just bursts out laughing because it was so worth it

doesn’t smile in any group photos, and the more the photographer takes, the more visibly annoyed he looks

told you way before the wedding that he does not dance, but he feels a little bad seeing you just sitting at your table so he flicks your forehead and you look up to him offering his hand

“come on. what kind of date what I be if we don’t even dance” he says begrudgingly. he doesn’t meet your eyes but you swear you see a light dusting of pink across his face when you take his hand

it was the most awkward dance ever but it’s the thought that counts and you’re touched

someone accidentally sets his jacket on fire during the sparkler send-off

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Seeing request are open, may I suggest you yan! Actor/celebrity with darling who's life centred ab them but then realised what they're doing and decided to loosen their ties and have their own life and stuff going on?

Some elobration:

Yan's personality:

-elegant like, probably give off rich people vibe

-really strict in everything; work, clothing, diet. Not a moment where they're lacking.

-brings darling on every shooting and set.

-knows how to contain image and how to avoid/get rid of rumours

-their popularity is important, but so. Is darling.

Some backstory ig? :

-Yan! Actor/Celebrity have known darling since they're kids and darling had always been their biggest supporter.

-Yan! Actor/Celebrity was Darling's fav child actor and the fact that both of their parents know each other makes them close.

-Yan! Actor/Celebrity let darling comes to the set or shoot and makes sure they didn't have eyes on anyone else but them.

-Darling would drop anything for them, . As an example; Darling's classmate have a birthday party but they couldn't come because Yan! have a shooting. (it's mostly like, not because Yan wanted them to. Darling is just worried about the Yan! and Yan! never complained)

-Darling's behaviour goes on until they're almost finished high-school and they realised how they don't even have friends and have been following Yan! for as long as they remember and decided to change when they entered college.

-Darling started to come to the Yan! set and shoots less. Started to indulge in other hobbies and fine new friends. Since they entered college, they've been contacting Yan! less and less.

-Yan! who didn't mind it at first, thinking that it will just be for a week or two, they'll come back to them later. But it didn't happened.

-What worse is they have a recording for a film where they are the main character, but darling didn't even come even after it finished.

-But Yan is still fine, still cool. Maybe, darling is at their house waiting for them to come and celebrate like always.

-and unsurprisingly there's a surprise party, but darling isn't even there. They ask everyone and yet they don't know where daring is.

-they tried to contact them but no one answered the calls,or even reply their messages.

-and then one for the guest called them and show them with their phone that darling is at another party with their friends

-at that moment something inside yan! snaps.

Please feel free to follow my suggestions and change or add whatever you want too! Hope you have a good day!

an yandere actor? hell yeah, this is pure gold for me and let me tell you, i love writing yandere like this. always wearing that facade of good person that charms everyone, only to be the worst person to ever exist. also, i changed a few things to make things more interesting and easy to write, okay?

‗ ❍ CONTROL

➽ context warnings: yandere male, gn! reader, manipulation, isolation, implied past abuse (not towards reader), implied depression from yandere part, yandere touching the reader while they are asleep, implied future kidnapping at the end.

➽ word count: 2k

➽ synopsis: he never noticed that your presence was so important to him before you left him.

➽ yandere! actor x gn! reader

➽ a/n: a post for today Thursday.╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ and I can’t wait to you guys read it. today, I don’t have much thing to say as my week was pretty normal compared to the previous ones. enjoy this one, my dear readers!

➽ the newspaper can’t stop talking about the child actor that has stolen everyone’s heart, becoming the youngest winner in the award ceremony and turning into a famous star from day to night. his name going to the people’s mouth everyday and every night, gaining fans all over the globe with that gentle smile of his. everyone knows him, everyone adores him and everybody wants to be Irving Orson.

➽ his famous smile enchanted anyone who comes around and you were no exception, being his most trusted confident. you are his sidekick since the very first time he knows you, his best friend and his best supporter. the man knows that he has control over your life and he abused it.

➽ initially meeting you during a fancy gala as a little boy, irving as forced by his mothers to become acquainted with theirs coworker’ child who couldn’t stop giggling about him. a missing teeth in the front roll, hair messed like a hurricane has gone through the hall and wearing the most ridiculous shoes with lights, that was you. and since that day, irving and you become inseparable even though that was against his wishes.

➽ however, it didn’t took much time to the man tolerate your presence. often using as an improvised coat rack when needed, making you come along with him to the work set and always being the main center of your attention. almost like if you have become his personal assistant by the time the two of you become teenagers, adorable to say the least and quite a scene to other admire how the two of you are so close. specially in an dangerous environment like this one.

➽ with his popularity only growing and irving becoming of age, a new side of the industry was introduced to him. people of high power that he once thought to be the best turned out to be cruel creatures ready to attack at any moment, those who he believed to be gentle and kind reveal themselves as monster to him. it made him feel disgusted, it made him feel dirty by hearing words that wasn’t supposed to be louder than a whisper and he distanced himself from it.

➽ once known for his bubbly and funny demeanor during his time as a young boy, irving turned into a mature man who prefers to keep to himself. his stare is a keen as a sword, ready to cut anyone who comes closer to him with ill intentions and always wearing his gentleman persona when public. everyone fall for it, everyone become addictive to the most popular actor in the world and he couldn’t help himself, but thinking that no one really knows him.

➽ well almost everyone. there is you, a shadow that grown attached to him since that gala and it seems that you can’t leave nor have the intention to do so. it’s refreshing to have a familiar face at work that helps him (not that he would ever admit it), someone that he can be himself and not be judged. people would find themselves in denial if seeing him the so called gentleman acting like a fool when refusing to eat the vegetables from his meal.

➽ and he can’t help admire that you still with him, always so bright and sweet to him regardless of his coldness and tiredness after exhausted hours of work. irving loves that you take care of him, giving him the best hugs when congratulating him after another successful movie or just the free days the two of you spend in completely laziness at his mansion. those type of days are his favorite, because he finally got to be himself with only you around.

➽ a smile is on his face when you talk about your favorite part of today’s filming, redness growing at your cheeks when explaining how his character is probably going to give him another win at the awards session and that you can’t wait to tell your parents about it. the lines of his lips dropped, he forget that you working as an unofficial assistant for him means that you don’t interact much with your family nor other friends. he understands that he is time consuming and that you don’t really talk with your family because of him, yet he doesn’t feel guilty of it.

➽ irving knows that he is the only worth of your time, so he sees no problem in monopolizing it. giving your harsh tasks that will take hours to be done such doing his laundry, preparing him homemade meals with and even making you attend his most recent movie release as his partner. the last one if more appealing, seeing you wearing the expensive (and sometimes short) outfit that coincidentally match yours. “it was totally random, don’t think so much of it, [name].” he speaks, but mentally thanking his personal stylist for it.

➽ after the movie ended, irving opted to go home to rest and made you stay at his place as a small reward for being a good friend, a tiny smile appears when he said that. and you couldn’t refuse it, tiredness took over your body when stepping inside and he took the opportunity to place you at his bed, and he didn’t lose the chance to lay next to you.

➽ your chest going up and down and mouth makes him feel things, it’s weird that even recording so many intimate scenes with other actors, irving feels embarrassed by having you so closer to him. it’s almost like he is a child again, scared to speak out when his mothers called him out or to have kids another child actor back then. he removed a lock of hair away from your face, taking a better look at the soft expression and admiring how peaceful you look, if anyone else was here, they won’t hesitate to hurt you. but not him, irving is your protector and he will be there for you forever regardless of your opinion.

➽ or he thought so. the man failed to see the signs about your sadness growing, too busy deluding himself that everything was fine between the two of you to realize that you aren’t happy like this. the dark circles growing under your eyes went unnoticed by hiding it behind makeup and a fake smile to pretend that you were fine to his eyes, one that you wished that irving would see and give you a day off from work. however, that never happened and he only made you work more than before, making you not only exhausted, but also feeling that you don’t have any value to him.

➽ one day, you just left him without saying goodbye and peace has come to your life again. no need to wake up before the sun rising, no more dark circles and finally some time to see mother and father without worrying about work. it’s feel nice to finally be happy again, to have time for yourself to just relax and do nothing. this is so much better than overworking for irving and not be valued by him.

➽ and speaking of him, irving is panicking when he couldn’t find you anywhere. all of your stuff gone from the bedroom you used at his mansion and no one of his employees knows where you are, almost like you vanished in thin air. calls, messages and emails from him are ignored, leaving without options to contact you other than visiting your parents’ home and even that leave him without much. none of them know where you are despite the frequent visits and they didn’t bother asking, believing that you only took a few days off from working.

➽ his mind began playing tricks on him, making irving had your voice in very corner of the mansion and try to chase you down, only to be met with nothing. the actors and crew that he have been working with can tell there is something off about him, advising him to take a few weeks off from working to focus on his mental health. and of course, he accepts it, knowing that he can’t do much other than rest and try to keep himself calm after searching you for hours.

➽ i will find you, [name]. you can’t leave his mind despite trying to much to forget you and his mind doesn’t playing him like the fool he is. irving began dreaming about you every night, sometimes it’s silly as a picnic date that went wrong, others is about you cuddling him and he also dream about you having children with him. it sound like a perfect scenario, marrying you and then create a family to call his, irving desires that and he will make it become real.

➽ hiring someone to do the shady work wasn’t difficult, he just need the help of his friends to find someone willing to find your whereabouts without giving him away. he knew that you won’t forgive him, but does that really matter? as long he has you by his side, hating him won’t change his feelings nor plans for the future.

➽ it took only two days to irving learn your new address, a house in the edge of the city where the nature takes over the old buildings, remembering him of those apocalyptic movies he acted in. why would you give up of the richness and luxuries to live in a place like this? the only reason he can thinks of it is the rent being cheaper since you’ve stopped working for a quite while. yet, the walls with fresh colors and the smell of sweet inside your new home makes him wonder if you truly left him

➽ in his hands reached the doorknob before he could think and for his lucky, it was open. slowly and carefully, irving made his way towards the door that appears to be your bedroom, the guilty and shame of entering your house like this is eating him, but he can’t give up now. specially when he is so close to get you back.

➽ your sleeping body don’t move when he make his way inside, only continue to mutter in your sleep. irving took a deep breath when coming close to your bed, laying down close to your sleeping form and letting one of his hand closer to your thighs, caressing it without remorse.

➽ “my love, my muse…” his cheeks warmed with a red tinge as you move around the bed, maybe you are reacting to his touch or are you having a dream? irving got even closer to you, wrapping one of his arms around your body, putting you into his embrace as he kisses your neck. “no one will take you away from me, you are mine only.”

➽ irving spend more than time touching your body than he wants to admit, his piercing eyes roam over your body more than he wished and his heart beat faster when thinking of the possibility of you waking up to catch him at the act. he knows you wouldn’t react in a positive way, not when he broken into your house and is caressing your body without you permission.

➽ a part of himself tells him to stop, his mind telling how wrong he is for invading your privacy and overstepping your boundaries like this. and another part of himself, his heart, tells him that he deserves it after years of hard working at the entertainment industry. you are his reward after so many days and nights of wearing that mask to the public, none one aside from you knows his true colors and irving wants to keep it that way.

➽ irving notices that you began moving, probably going to wake soon as the sun shines outside and he couldn’t afford to lose his chance to make you his. his hands went straight to your neck, immediately pressing force into your throat and suddenly waking you up. his lips curves into a smile as he watches your ineffective attempt to remove his hands away, slowly you give up and fall into unconscious again.

➽ with you finally in his arms, ready to be taken away from the harsh reality, irving will show you a better and improved version of his mansion. there, no one will ever come closer to hurt you nor spread lies and manipulate you into leave him again, there no will ever come to take you away from him ever again.

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happilyhertale · 4 months

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Words of love – Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Summary: Despite your long-distance relationship, you leave no stone unturned to sweeten Aemond's time until you see each other again at Christmas.

Pairing: Modern Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW

Author’s note: English is my second language, please forgive me if I made any mistakes (:

Word count: 800

Other stories of mine

12 days of smuff

Aemond steps into his dormitory room and carefully closes the door behind him. He stops for a moment and listens, but he hears nothing – and that makes him smile. His flatmate left early for the Christmas holidays, leaving only silence in his wake.

He walks over to his desk and holds a letter from you in his hand. Slowly, Aemond unfolds the letter. Despite the physical distance and the different universities that separate you, your commitment to maintaining this relationship is palpable.

Although you are miles apart, you write a 'good morning' message every morning, a thoughtful gesture to fill his day with warmth and positivity. In the evening, the sound of your voices on the phone is interrupted by a tender 'good night' message that he is only allowed to read when you have hung up. And he lets you have this fun that he only reads your message once your conversation is over.

But above all, the exchange of handwritten letters has become a cherished ritual. Aemond, who embodies a delightful blend of old-fashioned charm and romance, articulates feelings that touch the depths of emotion. His unique way with words, often moving to tears, transforms the ordinary into something extraordinary.

In his hands, he holds a letter that feels more substantial than the usual mailings. He has no idea that the thickness of the paper contains something to brighten up the run-up to Christmas. A smile crosses his face as he opens the envelope and slowly pulls out one of your lace panties. He recognises the panties... he loves seeing them on you.

He holds it gently in his fingers and immediately these images pop up in his head. Images of you wearing the panties, either with nothing else on or you wearing his shirt and walking around his room. Almost immediately, he feels his trousers getting tighter around his loins.

But before he does anything about this building pressure, he looks in the envelope again, hoping that there will be a letter inside – and he finds it. Slowly, he pulls the letter out of the envelope.

He begins with the usual sentences that always bring a smile to his lips. Sentences about how much you miss him and how you're looking forward to him being home with you again. He always feels a certain warmth in these sentences and also how much he enjoys them and his eyes dart across the paper, savouring the sentences, that you long for him, this time he is somehow looking for other sentences. And he finally finds them as he reads on.

His smile widens as the sentence jumps out at him "... Until I see you at Christmas, I wanted to sweeten the time for you..." – and Aemond bites his lip.

And with the next sentence, his hand slowly slips into his trousers before he really realises it "... Imagine how I wear the panties... how I stand in front of you, my back facing you... How I slowly slide the panties down over my bottom...".

Before he knows it, his fingers have grabbed his member and start sliding up and down. He holds your panties in his other hand as his hand moves faster and faster, his heavy breathing breaking the silence in his room. In his head, fantasies of you standing in front of him with just the panties on, which he clutches tightly – the thought makes him grunt.

His hand slides faster along his length, precum gathering at the tip of his member as his it begins to twitch in his hands. A loud moan follows as the thought of you pulling your knickers down, looking at him over your shoulder and biting your lip lightly, occurs to him. The thought of you leaning forwards slightly, your wet folds visible to him, follows and makes his member twitch violently again.

He closes his eyes and moans again as he imagines how he makes you moan every time you're together. How much he would love to thrust deep inside you right now. His fingers grip harder, sliding up and down faster, smearing your precum, his hips working against the motion to increase the friction as his other hand grips your panties almost desperately. Another grunt escapes him as he suddenly holds your panties to his hot member and it twitches dangerously. A loud moan lights up the room, ending in a grunt before he dresses your panties in white.

He watches as a little more cum lands on your panties with each pump. He breathes heavily, his hand slides up and down more slowly. The moans and grunts become quieter before he falls silent and leans back slightly in his chair with a smile.

He can hardly wait until he's back home to rip your panties off.

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Baji Keisuke dating headcanons.

a/n: a new dating hcs for baji, since my last ones were ooc as hell 😟 (mikey, draken, mitsuya, pahchin, kazutora)

genre: fluff, a bit of comedy

reader: gender neutral

warnings: cursing, mentions of violence and injuries

baji’s an odd one, despite him being an infamous delinquent and being held back a year, he’s the sweetest boy ever.

he’d call you baby, dumbass or babe, it depends on different days.

he’ll do anything for you, even if it meant killing someone. need help with something? alright, he’s up for the job, but if it involves homework, he’ll try his best. you hate someone with a burning passion? he’ll beat the living hell out of them for you.

he sometimes gets into fights on purpose so you’ll take care of him, you’ll hear a stone hitting your bedroom window and you’ll see your beaten up boyfriend with a shit eating grin outside your house.

“babyyy! treat my wounds please!” “you got into another fight? oh my god. 😠” “hehe.” “don’t hehe me, keisuke! whatever.. get in here.”

his mother adores you, she’s very happy for you and keisuke. she’s proud of her son because you always tell her how well he treats you, she now knows her son will be a good husband. ryoko would give you food as thanks for making keisuke happier, she’d also always ask him about you.

“how’s y/n?” “huh? oh, they’re doing good.” “oh okay, when will they stay over again?” “hmmm.. not sure, i’ll ask them tomorrow.”

there’s times where he’s in a bad mood, he gets the urge to punch someone or burn cars, but he then remembered that you told him not to. so he just pays you a visit whenever he feels cranky.

his type of dates would be after school or at night, after school you both would go to his favorite café and eat while telling each other what happened in your day, at night he would take you out on a ride or bring you to a night market.

he dreams big, and he works hard to make sure he’ll be able to achieve that life with you. a life with you where you both are newlyweds, living in an apartment without a single worry, having cats and cute kids. it makes him blush when he thinks about it.

if you’re a hardworker who never takes a break, he’ll drag your ass out. “Huh? Kei, where are we going?” “We’re going to that place you like so much.” “Why? I was doing something you know!” “Dumbass, it’s been days since you haven’t left your room, i don’t wanna open the door and see you dead on the floor.”

he would give you small things as his way of showing you his love aside from kisses and hugs. like your favorite snacks, keychains of your favorite flower or animal, and jewelry he can afford.

you both would have matching phone charms and rings, the phone charms would be cats and the rings would be sun and moon themed. he never takes off his ring, even if he was in a fight or if he was taking a bath.

he would proudly introduce you to mikey and the others, he doesn’t care if it’s embarrassing, he wants to show you off.

“Meet Y/N, they’re my lover.” “Wait, what?!” “Woah, you got yourself a saint if they can handle how much of an asshole you are.” “Nice to meet you, Y/N.” “Man, i never thought you’d be able to get a lover!” “They’re hot.” “HA?!” and everyone else has to hold baji back from beating kazutora up.

he gets jealous, even of kids. if some kid comes up and tries to steal you away from him he’d literally fight him/her as if it depends on his life. if a guy tries to flirt with you, rest in peace to him, but if it’s a girl, he’d just intimidate her.

he would introduce you to every cat he owns. “This one’s Yuko, this one here is Peyoung, and this one, my favorite is named Y/N Jr.” “You seriously named a cat after me?” “Duh, you should’ve expected that from me.”

he’d always crave for your warmth, even at school. whenever you two are alone in a place at school, he’d hug you, if you two are staying over at his place or your place, he’d cuddle you. his arms around your waist, his face buried into the crook of your neck as he takes in your scent.

if you have younger siblings or pets, he’d gladly take care of them if you are busy or anything. he’d be the type to get along well with your parents too.

he would smell like Versace Eros, he would probably have that as his perfume because one of his rich relatives gave him that as a birthday present. so it makes you giddy inside whenever you hug him.

he isn’t very talkative and nice to other students except you, if they’d try flirting with him he’d immediately tell them you’re his lover. you are the only exception to him, no one else can play with his hair, touch his body, or even try to fix his necktie and fake glasses.

rando: “Ah, Baji-kun, your collar’s wrinkled.” he’d swat their hand away if they even try to touch his clothes, “Don’t touch me, i can fix it myself.” but if it’s you, it’s an automatic yes.

baji would ask help from you if he was having hard time with some topics in some subjects, and he’d feel bad for bothering you. but you always assure him it’s fine for him to ask for help. that’s why his test scores went up, all thanks to everything you taught him.

in short, he’s the type to improve his flaws, to study hard, to be more careful with his attitude, all for you. he’s willing to do everything, even if it has risks of death. his heart only belongs to you.

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nine.

warning; 😥 0.8k words. masterlist.

“i still can not believe you went on a date with yeonjun. i think i’m crying actual tears.”

“you’re so dramatic, we were just hanging out,” you roll your eyes for what must’ve been the third time in the same phone call, “anyway i’ll talk to you later.”

you had been a nervous wreck all day, having spent it with the choi yeonjun. but despite your awkward self, yeonjun kept you comfortable in every way possible. conversation with the man was light heartedly and easy, allowing you to be as much as yourself as possible.

something you haven’t been able to do in awhile.

but as nervous as you were earlier, you were feeling ten times worse now, ironically standing right in front of heeseung’s apartment door. you didn’t want to be here but you knew you had to, to deal with this issue that shouldn’t have been one to begin with.

to end things before you found yourself deeper in this toxic one sided bullshit.

*knock knock*

a few moments pass before the door swings opened, revealing your fuck buddy in his usual home wear. a white shirt and some black shorts.

“heeseung... are you okay?”

“i’m fine.”

your heart drops to not only the sight of him but also his harsh voice. his drowsy eyes and reddened nose tells you that he’s anything but fine, the man evidently unwell compared to how you saw him just last night at the party. hitting up those girls.

“okay...” your voice trails off as you scan over his face, worry automatically dawning you, “have you eaten? taken some medication?”

“i’ve been sleeping all day.”

“it’s almost 8pm hee, you need to eat and i don’t mean take out.”

the man looks stunned at your words for a moment but nonetheless, steps aside, indirectly inviting you inside. and you enter without a second thought.

while heeseung disappeared to somewhere, you rummage through his cupboards for anything to whip up a quick meal with. perhaps you were doing more than you should’ve for him but despite your last night’s revelations, your heart still broke seeing heeseung the way that he was.

you were so used to the lee heeseung that everyone gawked at no matter where he went, the lee heeseung who was the main character in every setting and the man who charmed his way through anything and everything. yet here he was, barely able to open his eyes. entirely vulnerable for once.

“hey hee, come eat.”

the man appears before you all in two seconds, looking even worse than he did earlier and it killed you.

“can you please wear more than just a shirt? you’re sick heeseung,” you blurt out without much thought, only to have the man stare at you as if you’ve just said the most absurd thing in the world. “w- what?”

he shakes his head and begins eating, while you’re left to awkwardly watch him from across the kitchen bench.

it’s weird to say the least, how quickly things could change between you and him. just a week ago, the man would’ve been all over you the moment you stepped through that front door but here you were, standing in the middle of his apartment, 1 hour later, untouched and fully clothed.

it's as though you could feel the change, the weird tension in the air thick and suffocating. the look in his eyes, the way he spoke to you, it had become different. you guess it was really telling, a clear indication that this was coming to an end.

that you and him were back to being no more than strangers.

“is that a new dress? i haven’t seen it before.”

“uh yeah-” you mutter, having been caught off guard by his sudden question. you want to tell the truth, that this dress was for your date with yeonjun today but the chaos it could potentially bring was just not something you wanted to deal with right now. “anyway hee... i wanted to talk to you about something.”

“hm?”

apart of you wants to just blurt it out, to get it over and done with. because you have every right to. but the sight of him, barely able to look up at you has you second guessing your initial plan.

“you know what, we can talk another day. i’m gonna go, get some rest hee. call me when you get better.”

the man looks like he was about to say something but you don’t give him the chance, quickly grabbing your bag and heading for the door. as much as you have your heart set on ending things, you know for a given fact that you’re just as weak as ever being around him.

so run girl, run.

“do you want to stay? it’s late. i’ll drive you home tomorrow.”

gulp.

your poor heart is beating faster with every step that he took towards you, his towering presence one you’ve always felt even from a mile away. you knew it was now or never, before he does something to change your mind. lee heeseung was an expert at this.

“actually heeseung,” you turn around to face him now, eyes going up to meet his gaze that’s already on you, “i came tonight to tell you... i don’t want to do this anymore. lets end this friend with benefits.”

end.

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redheadspark · 5 months

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Hello! Can I request #1 and #3 with Barry Keoghan? ❤️

AN - Thanks for the request, anon!

Thanks To You

Summary - Barry brings you peace when your world is rocked

Warnings - Angst with barely any fluff

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Not really,”

Barry’s fingers that were in your hair paused, hearing the tension in your voice as you were watching the window outside, seeing the snow falling gracefully from the sky and cars driving along the street. The world was still rolling by, though it felt like a standstill in your little apartment while the soft sounds of the fireplace were heard in front of you both. Curled up on the couch, head in Barry’s lap as he was giving you both the intimacy of being close to you and space to let you talk about how heavy your heart was.

The heaviness of your mother kicking you out of her home.

The last few years living with her was hard for you, her hardened heart was always on her sleeve and she was never shy in showing it to those who would defy her. Ever since your parents divorced and your father found love with a new wife, your mother did the divorce rather hard and became bitter because of it. You were merely living with her to both save up some money to move out on your own and to get some money in your savings. Plus it was easier for you since your work was right down the street from your mother's house, but it was also a literal hell.

The only ray of light that was in this whole mess was your boyfriend Barry.

You made sure Barry and your mother were never left alone in the room. She briefly met him when he came to pick you up for a date, already analyzing him since he was an up-and-coming actor. You knew she was judging him, even when he introduced himself to her and he was beyond courteous and polite. It made you feel embarrassed, apologizing to him when he drove you off to the dinner. Barry wasn’t worried about it, winking at you, and then laced your hands together to show you that he was okay with it.

“I don’t care what she says about me,” Barry reassured you when you slept over at his apartment one night, “I’ll use my Barry charm on her to win her over in due time,”

“It might be impossible with her,” You said with a groan as he chuckled, “It’ll be an uphill battle when it comes to my mom,”

“Challenge accepted then,” Barry said in a cocky manner, though you poked his side and he laughed. You loved that Barry would make things light for you when he knew you were stressed out with your mom. He whisked you away on weekend trips or mini-vacations that he would take thanks to a recent movie gig he landed. Those little mom tens, pockets of joy even, made your heart grow for him.

The last thing you expected though, right before Christmas of course, was to get into a fight with your mother over Barry and then get kicked out because she was filled with spite.

Barry came over to your house as soon as you texted him and told him what happened, helping you pack your clothes and a small cluster of things that you wanted to keep with you. He said nothing to your mother, who was scowling out on the back porch a you were crying in your bedroom and trying to get the rest of your things in the small bags that you did have. After a few minutes, Barry took your bags and walked you out of his car. He drove off with you, leaving your past behind without your mother not even saying goodbye.to you.

You called your father when you made it to Barry’s apartment, telling him all that happened. Ever thankful that your father was supportive of you, he made sure to wire you some money to get on your feet and made sure you knew that his home was available for you to come to. Yet you were safer with Barry, on the other side of town a bit away from your mother. The first thing you said to Barry after hanging up the phone, seeing him watch you with Conner in his eyes, were four simple yet moving words that made you feel so small.

“Please just hold me,” you whimpered, feeling overwhelmed from all that happened within an hour. Barry had you within his arms instantly as you sobbed and unleashed all that pain that was festering.

“You don’t have to hide your tears from me,” Barry reassured you as you moved your head on his lap to look at the ceiling, noticing a tear escaping from the corner of your eye as Barry kept talking, “I know what’s it like with that kind of family. It hurts, but it won’t last forever,”

“She said those nasty things about you, I couldn’t hold my tongue because I knew they were false. But now…. I’m homeless,” You said in a defeated sigh. Barry tutted as he shook his head.

“You’re not homeless,” he reminded you, then gesturing to the small apartment you two were in, “We’ve already talked about moving in together, so now this is your place. We can get the rest of your stuff another time—“

“I don’t want anything else,” You gently interrupted as you slowly blinked, your heart feeling less heavy but still damaged. You could still hear her voice in the back of your mind, bad-mouthing Barry and thinking of him as mediocre and cocky. It killed you to hear that since you knew him to be far better. He was kind, down to earth, and beyond generous. He was a brilliant actor, as well as a brilliant human being, and for your mother to wish to see only the bad side of it was heartbreaking. No matter that you two were on uneven ground or the bridge you two had was beyond broken, she was still your mother.

Your mother who now shunned you and kicked you out of her life.

“She can burn the rest of my stuff for all I care,” You said bitterly, “I only got what I needed from that house, thanks to you.”

Barry smiled, though the look on his face seemed concerned about how you were reacting this way. He knew you to be strong, tough as nails when it came to your work and fending for yourself. He also knew you wore your heart on your sleeve and loved helping others when you could, there was no selfish bone in your body.

So all Barry could do was simply watch you as you moved your head again to look out the windows, watching the snowflakes cascade along the window. He was mentally telling himself that all he could do was simply be present for you in this time, knowing the plenty of times when you were there for him when he needed support. You always took his hand, giving him sweet words of encouragement, there was never a time when Barry truly felt alone when it came to you.

Now it was his turn to return the favor.

The End.

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oddeyecir-cle · 5 months

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✶ ˖ ࣪ 📹 . ぅ

lee donghyuck enemies to lovers fic ideas (all fics are haechan × reader)

haechan who is your rival coworker + secretly deadpool

for the sake of this story, lets assume deadpool does hide his identity. he works at a tech company and is constantly beefing with his coworker that he's lowkey attracted to. and the plot could maybe be something like you accidentally finding out his identity and then using that information to slightly/ kind of/ in a non-toxic way to blackmail him. eg: making him run errands for you, asking to tag along on his quests as deadpool. then the pair gets closer through all the time they spend together etc etc.

✶ note : hyuck HAS to be the sassiest, funniest, most sarcastic, cocky human being ever. also include some spidermark maybe

haechan as the prince of the neighbouring kingdom

historical au. very basic ik but hear me out. your kingdom's glory and power is gradually draining and it's threatened by multiple rivaling kingdoms. that is when your mother, the queen, tells you there is no choice but to turn to hyuck's kingdom for help. you hate the idea but you know everyone's counting on you so you go through with it anyways. (this is historical so there could be a very cool scene of the reader riding on a horse in battle armour to neighbouring kingdom's palace themself but whatever). they're good, kind people so they agree to help you. they send over a part of their military along with some weapons and of course haechan himself, their most prized possession who, like you, is skilled with a sword and is a wise leader. there's lots of quarrels between the both of you when it comes to the topic of which one has more power over the other and about who should be leading the troops. but you soon put your animosity aside when you realize that you have to work as a team to win. (insert dramatic battle sequence with swords and arrows flying around. at one point, you and haechan lock eyes and suddenly he drops to the ground. the world starts to blur around you when you realize he's been stabbed in his back. you frantically rush to his aid but he falls limp in your arms. its now upto the writer to kill him there itself and end the story. very angsty, i love. or they could also save him somehow and give main characters the happy ending they deserve).

✶ note : sloooooowwwww buuuurn. i mean this should be a long ass series with 7k+ words per chapter. should be so heavy on the angst and the hate that it makes you wonder if they do actually end up loving each other in the end. please include sword fighting scenes with sexual tension i beg you. (im big on bollywood, can u tell).

haechan as a stranger/ tour guide you meet on a family trip

you've just gotten out of a 3 year long relationship after your boyfriend cheated on you with your best friend. things get worse when your family, unaware of your breakup, forces you on a 2 week trip to *insert cute, small country" . here you meet the annoying, sarcastic, a-little-too-happy-for-his-own-good donghyuck. he is with the group your family is touring with (him being the tour guide is a pretty cute plot too but it could kind of complicate things later) and instantly wins everyone over with his charm, except you of course. in classic hyuck fashion, he tries to keep getting your attention and eventually succeeds. his company helps ease the pain of the heartbreak he didn't even know about. its bittersweet when it's time to part ways. you realise after you come back to your college dorm that you never exchanged phone numbers and you fail to find him on social media as well. but fate has strange ways of bringing people together. which is why you cant stop smiling when crash into a certain someone during a regular grocery run.

✶ note : more on the fluff and less on the angst for this one. and maybe a dash of slice of life as well.

haechan as captain of the football team.

there is no actual plot for this other than the fact that you're a cheerleader and also his academic rival (there is no trope i love more than this). my vision for this is very 2000s romcom. ik this isn't a lot to work with but there could be some sub trope like fake dating mostly.

✶ note: nothing much just make it cute

+i have a few more ideas, will probably make a part 2

++if in the future, by some miracle, people do find these interesting enough to use, please dont forget to credit me!!

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kyojurismo · 6 months

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟔 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒. +18 nsfw, 1.9k words, age difference (reader is in her 20s, satoru is in his 30s), top!satoru, dub-con, fingering, nipple play, degradation, not proofread + pls notify me if there’s something else to tag, i’ll fix it asap.

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. hello dear readers. i know it took me a whole month to start posting something for my kinktober event, but life (and my depression) got in the way, so i wasn’t able to fully dedicate myself to writing (i take this opportunity to also remind y’all that 1. i do it as a hobby and 2. eng is not my first language). starting w day 6 bc i suddenly got the desire to write for satoru lol. well, that’s all from me now, i hope you guys will enjoy and please be sure to read the tags carefully !! ♡

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓.

satoru gojo was a close friend to your father, they worked together and sometimes he would invite satoru for dinner. he was charming and funny, so of course it never disturbed you. he also looked incredibly handsome, with those beautiful light blue eyes and white hair.

he looked so sad when you mentioned you were gonna move out for college, saying that he liked your young presence and your sense of humour, especially how you two often ended up talking about scary movies — a passion you two had in common.

you recently got back home, your father’s birthday was getting closer and you wanted to organise something to celebrate it, as long as help him decorate the house for halloween.

you weren’t exactly a fan of halloween costumes, more like you enjoyed the atmosphere and watching others dressing up as something.

you finished preparing yourself a snack when your phone started ringing, your father’s name appeared on screen.

“hey dad!”

“i’m gonna get home late tonight, i’m sorry baby. gotta catch up to some work, but we can watch the movie once i’m back if you’re not sleeping already. how does it sound?”

you took a couple of seconds to reply, because well — you’ve been looking forward to it for days, but you also knew that his job was important and that he couldn’t really left early because ‘he has some movie to watch’.

“yeah, sounds good. i’ll try my best to stay awake.”

“great! i asked satoru to pass by and check on you. i think he’ll bring something to eat too.”

“dad… i’m not fourteen, i don’t need a babysitter.”

“i know, i know. he just offered since it’s his day off.”

“whatever. see ya later.”

you hung up the phone and rolled your eyes. it was obvious your dad asked him to come over and check on you, but you didn’t mind it that much. he would leave quickly and you would end up having the rest of the evening all for yourself.

at least, that what you thought.

“i’m so surprised to see you,” you opened the door, sarcasm clear in your voice. you didn’t expect to see satoru dressed up as none other than the slender man. you chuckled, checking the mask a bit closer. “wow. you really got into it, huh?” satoru didn’t answer at first, playing the part before you rolled your eyes and walked back into the kitchen, leaving him there.

you heard the door closing a couple of seconds later, while grabbing your sandwich. satoru took off the mask and sighed deeply, glancing around the place. “what if it wasn’t me?” he sounded serious, concerned about your careless behaviour. “my father told me you were coming over to check on me, mr. babysitter.”

he rolled his eyes and put the bag with your food on the kitchen island, before looking at you. “what are you up to tonight?” he casually asked, watching you eating your sandwich in silence. you shrugged before meeting his eyes. “i’m gonna read or watch something, waiting for my dad to come home. what about you?” you smiled innocently, as if you didn’t have in plan to do a marathon of your favourite horror movies.

“dunno. my friend ditched me, so i’m all alone in this frightening night,” he pouted before smirking at your change of expression. “i’m talking about suguru, not your father.”

you rolled your eyes and pretended to be offended. you finished eating your sandwich and put the plate away. “well? are you leaving?” you asked him, making him gasp dramatically. “kids today are so poorly mannered! is this the right way to treat an old man?”

“you’re not that old, that’s also why i don’t get it how you became my father’s best friend in the first place,” satoru was around thirty years old, like ten years younger than your father. “i’m everyone’s favorite person,” he winked and you shook your head, chuckling. “you’re not, really.”

satoru looked offended and followed you into the living room, waiting for an apology. he got none. “whatever. can i stay over? maybe we can watch something together,” he asked you, genuinely interested in doing so. you thought about his offer, knowing that it wouldn’t hurt to have some company. “hm, okay. but i’m choosing,” you glanced at him while sitting down on the couch. “yeah, sure. just pick something scary.”

halfway through the movie, satoru started shifting towards you, making it look casual. you bit your inner cheek as your leg touched his, stiffening a little.

“scared?” he murmured during a moment of silence, you shook your head. “hm,” he licked his lips before looking at you, noticing how you were growing nervous.

in reality, he had been looking at you differently since earlier. you felt strange about it, but you tried to ignore it for your own good. maybe he just wanted to mess with you a little like he would usually do.

one of his hand reached your leg and started caressing your clothed thigh, you shivered and quickly glanced down at it as your heart skipped a beat. your attention was caught by the size of his hand, before you slowly looked at his face. satoru’s eyes were glued to the tv, causing you to turn towards it a bit too quickly.

were you misreading the whole situation or … ?

“satoru,” you gathered some courage to call him. “what is it?” his voice sounded deeper and you gulped louder than expected, causing a smirk to appear on his face. “what—” you gasped as his hand tightened its grip on your thigh before moving closer to your center. “hmm?” satoru finally turned to look at you, your heart pounding rapidly into your chest as he casually cupped your sex. you unconsciously clenched your thighs, trapping it between your legs.

“i’m sorry, this movie is becoming more and more boring,” he spoke casually, looking unbothered by the whole situation. he acted like he wasn’t touching your body at all.

your cheeks grew warmer, you tried to find the right words and ignore how it all was affecting your poor body. it was wrong, he was your father’s best friend and he was older than you. it was very wrong… right?

the way his hand was grinding on you caught your attention and you snapped out of it, grabbing his wrist to stop him. “we-we can’t do this… it’s wrong,” you murmured, pushing it away. “is it though? your body is telling me something else,” he chuckled and finally met your face. his gaze felt much more intimidating now, as he hungrily stared down at you.

you felt slick gathering in your underwear and you shifted uncomfortably on the couch, causing a low laugh to escape satoru’s lips. “now now, why lying?” he suddenly pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. you could feel his erection right against your lower back, which caused your whole face to grow warmer.

“satoru, wait–” you tried to say something else before his hands pushed your legs apart, then his hands reached your chest and he grabbed your breasts, groping you experimentally. you bit back a moan, squirming under his touch. “sensitive, hm?” he went to pinch your nipples, playing with your boobs as he liked.

a sparkle of excitement filled your guts, even though a part of you knew it wasn’t right, some other was trying to convince you to give in and let him touch you. he was an experienced man for sure, different from other college students. a part of you was also craving some well deserved release. you tilted your head back, closing your eyes. you jumped as his hands slapped your thighs, making you shiver and moan softly.

“i wanna hear every sound coming from your little mouth, you got that little slut?” satoru spoke right into your ear as one of his hands slipped under your shirt while the other sneaked into your leggings, starting to caress your clothed clit. his hands were cold compared to your actual body temperature, and that caused another shiver to run down your body.

“this is wrong,” you whispered, more for yourself. he smirked and rubbed your clit faster, his hand finding a way to slip under your bra and finally touch your hardened nipple. your will to fight the moans caused by the pleasure provided by his skilled hands left your body and you finally gave in.

you moaned as satoru pushed two fingers into your wet channel, taking advantage of how much wet you were already. his long fingers were able to reach spots you couldn’t, which made your stomach turn as whimpers escaped your parted lips. “you’re this wet for your father’s friend, hm? and those sounds, that some real slutty behaviour,” satoru’s tone was completely different from before, he kept speaking — degrading, you while his fingers worked inside your cunt, thrusting deeply and hitting the perfect spot to make your toes curl and cause your back to arch, unconsciously pushing your chest into his hand. “what are you, some college whore now?” his lips kissed right under your ear, biting your neck softly before licking your shivering skin.

“n-no,” you tried to argue back, your hand grabbed his wrist desperately as you grew close to your climax. “no? then why are you this wet? you enjoy getting manhandled and fucked, huh?” satoru’s movements never faltered. “the way you’re clenching on my fingers tells me you like being degraded too.”

you were too embarrassed to reply to any of his accusations, but also too focused on the incoming orgasm. you tried to clench your thighs together as your pussy spasmed around his fingers, gushing hard as you finally came while crying his name.

you sobbed when his thumb massaged your pulsing clit, making you jolt in his lap and almost hitting his chin with your head. he chuckled at your reaction, deciding to play with you for a couple of seconds more before finally leaving your poor pussy alone.

as his hands finally resurfaced from inside your clothes, you clearly saw him licking his fingers clean, groaning softly at the taste. he seemed satisfied even though you were the only one who had the privilege to have an orgasm that night.

“well, little star,” satoru moved your body off of him and placed you back in your previous position, you were still a bit dizzy from what just happened. “time to go,” he got up and stretched, before turning to look at you. “you should change yourself, hm?” he glanced at your ruined leggings before cupping your cheek with his large palm, caressing your warm skin. “i’m proud of my little slut,” he murmured before tracing your lips with his thumb, smirking at you. “goodnight,” he then patted your head and walked towards the main door, opening and closing it in a swift motion. he left as if nothing happened, he didn’t asked if you enjoyed it or not — your cunt sure did. your head was filled with too many thoughts at once. it was alright, it was wrong, it felt good, he knows how to treat a woman, he’s an asshole, it was so hot.

then one single thought filled your mind, causing you to fall back against the cushion of the couch. you found yourself staring at some random point in front of you.

satoru gojo, one of your father’s best friends, made you cum with his fingers… and it felt a bit too good.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @naomi-nana @euphiroo @eynnwwyjth @titantears @plast3c @katsuslover

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kteezy997 · 7 months

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The Other Man// t.c.

Warnings: smut, angst, cheating on spouse, cowgirl style, breast play, light choking, hair pulling, female squirting, male cumshot, lots of cursing , dirty talk, and flufff

You knew it was wrong. He was your husband’s friend. He had a girlfriend, also. It was wrong on so many levels. But your needs weren’t being met, emotionally or sexually, and Timmy was so-Timmy.

Everything about him was sexy, and sweet and charming. You didn’t know what you liked best about him: his luscious curls, his bright green eyes, or the way he watched and listened to you so intently when you spoke. Maybe it was the way his eyes drew down to your lips now and then, like he was fighting the desire to kiss you. It could also be the way he’d find opportunities to cut his eyes at you from across the room, and then bite his lip discreetly.

You wanted him more than anything. Even if it was for just one night. You’d run your hands through his hair, kiss his lips, trace every freckle on his face, play with his rings on his fingers. You’d let him have whatever he wanted from you. He was everything to you, he was all you thought about.

Your husband went to bed early, like he did most nights. You got Timmy’s number out of your husband’s phone contacts and put it in yours. You knew Timmy’s girlfriend would be out of town. You were scared that you’d be rejected, that your husband might find out, but you were too driven by your desire to truly care in that moment.

“Hello?” answered Timmy.

“Timmy, it’s y/n. I’m sorry to bother you.” you had gone downstairs as to not wake your husband.

“Oh hey. You’re not bothering me. Is everything okay? Are you hurt?” his voice was calm, but you could tell he was concerned.

“No, I’m not hurt.” your emotions were taking over in the moment of adrenaline, finally the moment you’d been thinking about was happening. You wanted to let it out. Your voice cracked, and you began to cry.

“Whoa, whoa. Y/n, what’s going on? Where’s y/husband’s/n?”

“He’s sleeping.” you sniffled.

“Oh, do you wanna…go somewhere? I’ll take you wherever you wanna go, so we can talk, or not talk. Whatever you need, I wanna help.”

Damn, he was soothing as hell. And so sweet.

Timmy picked you up at your house. You both decided to spend the night in a hotel, to talk out whatever was going on with you.

“Two beds, please.” Timmy requested at the front desk. It was probably to make it seem like there wasn’t any funny business going on between you two, considering you were wearing a wedding ring and he was not.

Once you got to the room, he took you by the hand, opening the door and leading you in. “So what’s going on, y/n?” he asked when the door shut.

You shook your head, “Everything, really.” you stepped over to the window, looking at the bright city lights below.

You felt him coming closer behind you. “You can tell me anything. I’m here.”

“I don’t…love him.” you admitted with a small sigh.

“Your husband?”

You shook your head again, “We never have sex, he doesn’t…touch me. He barely even looks at me.”

Timmy exhaled, “Shit, I’m sorry, y/n. That sucks.” He put his hand on your shoulder, brushing your hair back, giving you goosebumps.

“I just feel stupid. I shouldn’t have bothered you with my problems.” Your eyes started to fill with tears once more. You felt guilty bringing him into this.

“Don’t say that. I told you you’re not a bother to me. You’re my friend.” he said, slipping his hand down to yours. He started softly toying with your fingers.

“You’re my husband’s friend.”

“We don’t have to talk about him. Maybe it’s best to just not think about him right now. Clear your head?” he suggested.

You took a deep breath, grabbing his hand gently, leading him over to sit with you one of the beds.

“I just feel confused. That’s all.” you combed your fingers through your hair, trying to ease your mind. You looked down at the rings on his fingers. Something about rings on a man was so sexy. Your husband didn’t even wear his wedding band. ‘It got in the way at work.’ You drew lines over Timmy’s Cartier jewels.

“Yeah, I bet you are.” Timmy sat dangerously close to you, still holding your hand and watching your fingers on his. “Can I ask why you called me specifically? Not that I’m not happy to be here for you, but why didn’t you call one of your girlfriends or something?”

“Timmy.” you said his name like it was the answer to his question. He looked into your eyes, holding your gaze for longest he had the whole evening. “Don’t act like you don’t know.” There it was. Fucking finally.

“I know exactly why.” His voice was low, but direct. “I just want to hear you say it.” His eyes went down to your lips and then back up to your eyes, and you felt him leaning in towards you.

“I want you, Timothée Chalamet, just you.”

That was all that he needed. He grabbed your face, kissing you deeply. His lips were soft, his tongue just as delectable and warm. Your hands made fists in the fabric of his shirt.

“Mm,” Timmy parted from your lips, “dirty girl wants to fuck her husband’s friend behind his back.” he teased with a smirk.

“Not just any friend: it’s you. I think about you all the time.” You admitted, just wanting him to know.

He then smiled genuinely, leaning in and kissing you tenderly this time. “I think about you too. I’ve felt so wrong about it until know. I’m so glad you feel the same way.”

“Y/husband/n can never know, obviously.”

“Oh, I can be more than discreet, babe.” he pecked your lips, “Don’t worry.” He snuck his hand under your shirt, up to your breast. He put his lips on your neck and kneaded your breast through your bra.

You let out a soft, satisfied moan. You leaned back a little, letting Timmy do what he desired to you.

“Is this okay?” he asked, his green eyes looking up at you. He was lifting your shirt.

“Yes, fucking more than okay.” you responded.

Timmy took your top off, then climbed on top of you, laying you down on the bed. He continued to make out with you while running his hands down your bare skin. He tucked his fingers into your pants, pulling them off as well.

You were only in your underwear underneath him and he pulled his own shirt over his head, making his curls go wild. He combed them back out of his face. He had never looked better than the way he was before you now. His eyes all sexed out, porcelain skin, perfectly trimmed physique, and little nipples. You had wanted him for as long as you could remember. You wanted to savor it, no matter how anxious he was to fuck.

“Wait,” you said. You sat up, touching his abdomen. His muscles there were tight, his skin was baby soft. You pressed your wet lips to his tummy, leaving a kiss on every ripple.

He flexed in response to your lips, his abs tightening and retracting. He kept still for you.

You slid your hands over his body and ran your tongue along the middle valley of his torso. You left another sprinkling of wet kisses on his chest and rubbed his nipples. You moved upward, looking his eyes. The way he looked at you made you feel like the only woman in the world. You kissed his lips, cradling his face in your hand, admiring every freckle and imperfection on his face. Your traced his thin lips with your thumb, and ran your finger down the shape of his nose.

Timmy just watched you. He kissed your thumb when it was near his mouth. He chuckled as you licked his left nipple, then the other, and you saw him bite his lip.

“Come on, lay down.” you instructed.

You got him in his back, and you lay next to him, propping your leg up on him. You put your hand in his hair, it was so silky, yet fluffy. It was amazing, even better than you imagined.

Timmy relaxed, bending his arm and tucking it behind his head.

You petted his hair, slowly pushing it back, playing with his curls. You gently let your nails caress his scalp. You massaged his head with your fingertips, making him close his eyes, slowly.

He hummed contently. His breathing was steady.

You kissed his cheeks softly, taking your time. Your lips peppered his jaw, his chin, then took over his lips. Your hand slipped downward, palming his soft cock through his boxers. You heard a muffled groan from him.

“How am I supposed to fuck you when you’ve got me so damn relaxed?” Timmy laughed.

“I’ll do all the work, baby.” you said, crawling onto him, straddling his hips. You pulled his cock out of his boxers, wet your hands with your spit, and started to pump him.

“Do you ever spoil him like this?” Timmy asked, propping himself on his elbows.

“No, he doesn’t want me to. He doesn’t like to be touched. Just a few quick pumps in me and that’s it.” His cock was starting to stiffen in your hands as you worked him.

“Aw, that’s his fucking loss. What an idiot. You deserve so much more than that.” He then succumbed to the pleasure, letting you hear him moan in response to you jerking his cock.

“Oh Timmy, you get me so wet. Just being near you does it to me.” You carefully squeezed his pink tip, seeing some precum seep out of his slit.

“Ah, you have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off thinking of you, y/n.” he closed his eyes, moaning through clenched lips.

“You have? I touch myself thinking about you too.” You slid your panties to the side, sinking down onto his cock. You exhaled sharply, taking his thickness and length. He was much bigger than what you were used to. “Fuck.”

“What? Are you okay?” Timmy asked with concern, putting his hands on your hips.

“Yes,” you put your hands on his chest, “it’s just so big.” You started to move, keeping your hands on him to anchor yourself.

“Aw shit, you feel so fucking good.” he praised, kneading your hips with each thrust on his cock. “Do you think about me when he fucks you? Have you pictured my cock inside of you instead of his?”

The dirty talk was almost too much.

You moaned, “Yes, I want it to be you so bad!” You bounced on him, your ass smacking his thighs. You whined in pleasure as his tip grazed your cervix over and over.

Timmy sat up, reached behind you to unclasp your bra and free your breasts. He grabbed them, making you moan. The warmth of his hands were a sharp contrast to the cold metals of his rings. He pinched your nipples.

“Fuck!” you cried.

He silenced you with a rough kiss, his hands went to your neck. He held your throat, squeezing the sides. You loved the pressure of his fingers on your neck. His other arm went around your body, holding you firmly, and he started thrusting his hips upward.

You moaned and cried in ecstasy. This is what you wanted: to be desired, to be held, choked, fucked- all of it. He was giving you everything.

Timmy released your throat, and pulled your hair, forcing your head back.

You yelped, but definitely not in a bad way. You then felt his wet mouth on your tit.

He licked over your right breast. He was still softly rocking his cock into you. He took your breasts in each of his hands, squeezing them. He put his mouth on your right nipple, sucking, taking as much of your tit into his mouth as he could. All this while he kept his hand in your hair.

You cried a string of curse words. You held onto his shoulders as he moved his mouth to your other boob.

He let go of your hair, and you were able to watch him. He jiggled your breast in his hand as he sucked your nipple. Once it hardened, he flicked it with his tongue, sending little shocks of pleasure through you with each swipe of his damn tongue.

Your body shook. You weren’t too familiar with orgasms, but you had had them, from yourself, not from your husband. You knew you were gonna come, you just needed him to keep going a few seconds more.

“Yes, fuck me, Timmy, you’re a god. I’m gonna come!” You softly rambled the last sentence a few more times as he rutted up into you. He nipped at your breasts.

“Does he do this to you? Does he fuck you so deep while he sucks your perfect tits?” he asked, his breathing uneven.

“No! I’ve never been fucked this good.” You clenched around him, your nails digging into his upper arms as you hugged him.

“You like it when I suck your titties? You like the way I fuck you, y/n?” he egged you on, over the brink of your orgasm.

“Fuck, yes!” You cried, your body convulsed beyond your control. Your cum squirted out, making a little mess between you and Timmy.

“Oh shit!” he exclaimed, looking down. “I’ve never seen a woman do that before. That’s so fucking hot!” He grabbed the back of your head, smashing his lips to yours and moaning in your mouth. He then pulled his cock out, spilling his own cum onto your belly and thighs.

You trembled at the sight. Your body was having little spasms even moments after you finished.

“We made such a mess.” Timmy boasted, taking you in his arms and laying down with you.

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224terminal · 6 months

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⋆｡𖦹 °✩ 𝓉𝒾𝒶𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒.

𓇼 tiamore is a great white shark merman living in captivity at an oceanarium for marine creatures and hybrids. his coloration is mostly varying shades of grey, and he has the messiest black hair ever! unlike the white sclera in human eyes, his are black and he's got the brightest blue eyes you'll ever see. he's also littered in scars and scrapes from various fights in the ocean. a ship propeller injured his dorsal fin, which left him unable to properly swim and stabilize himself in the water, and so he was captured and brought in for rehabilitation purposes. the oceanarium soon realizes it can capitalize on the novelty of an elusive shark merman, so the priority shifts from undercover scientific study to covert priming for entertainment purposes; it's decided he'll be kept there indefinitely).

𓇼 you work there as one of the trainers and your primary area of work deals with sea lions and, on occasion, penguins. they transfer you to his enclosure after he nearly drowned his previous trainer, assuming that you might boast different results because you have a way with animals. you doubt this; sea lions and penguins are not the same as a half-fish, half-human creature who's so much bigger than you and can crush your skull like an egg if he so pleases.

𓇼 tiamore has such a vicious hatred for humans, but can he really be blamed? he's been stuck in captivity for many years now. they're not sure of his exact age, but they estimate he's somewhere in his late twenties. tiamore doesn't bother to provide the humans with any answers or information to their questions, and they don't dare get close enough to ask twice. he's brutal and cutthroat, and yet he let his trainer live (albeit in a very poor, near-death state).

𓇼 you're not very hopeful, but you're the oceanarium's only hope (or so your boss tells you). but this is a lie because your coworker savern is the real animal whisperer. the dolphins love him, especially the mers; he's practically best friends with all of them. they fight over him sometimes, eager for his attention. you envy his ability to effortlessly, authentically charm.

𓇼 unsurprisingly, tiamore hates you the minute he meets you. and you hate him, too, because he has quite the mouth on him and he's so unwilling to compromise with you in any way (although you suppose you wouldn't be willing either if you were in his shoes fins). he's foul and rude and cruel, cutting into you with all manner of insults he's picked up from sailors and scientists over the years. most of your "job" is simply bickering back and forth now as you try (and fail) to coerce him into friendly relations. you're supposed to get him ready for his display exhibit (which is stuck in coming soon limbo because they have no clue when or if he'll ever be ready to be put on display), and tiamore fights this reality with everything he's got.

𓇼 you spend the first month gradually learning to tolerate him and his intelligent, disobedient mouth. he learns you're a recurring pest in his life, but you come to feed him every day and so he can't hate that part of this routine. what he does hate is everything else. you bring stimulating items for him, which are never put to use because he's popped all of the beach balls and snapped all of the diving rings in his frigid disinterest. still, you try. and still he impedes your progress.

𓇼 tiamore is, however, interested in your phone and the pictures you show him after you learn it's the only thing that can shut him up. he's fascinated by photos of butterflies. they're his favorite animal, so you promise to show him more if he starts acting less hostile towards you. tiamore weighs these options: be kind and see butterfly or be hateful and see no butterfly. begrudgingly, he chooses the former. and he slowly warms up to the meals you've started preparing for him on the mornings before your shifts. you're not the best cook (which he notes every time you serve him something that's more burnt than it is cooked, and you threaten to cook him), but he eats it because it's different and new. part of him hopes it'll poison him and he'll never have to live in captivity again because then he'll be dead. alas.

𓇼 you're not sure if this is progress, but it's significantly better than before. now he only calls you stupid idiot, bipedal dumbass, tasteless blood-bag, and lunch three or five times within the span of an hour (insults like those were numbered in the double-digits before). savern certainly thinks it's a step in the right direction when he visits you on your lunch breaks to check in. he's started doing that often, and you're not complaining because he's been your work crush for a while now. tiamore hates him. hates him so, so, so much with the most livid passion. savern is too sunny, too sweet, too smart. savern reads tiamore like a book whenever he's lurking on the surface of the water and scowling at the two of you from the depths of his pool. he refuses to prove savern right, but then he also refuses to dive back under and leave you alone with another human, especially when said human is male.

𓇼 so he swims laps, cutting through the water methodically. his dorsal fin has healed considerably and now swimming isn't as much of a struggle as it was before. he's still left with the scars, though.

𓇼 tiamore considers you something of a companion, so it hurts when you flinch away from him when he compares his large, webbed hand to your smaller one or when he curiously touches your ankles when you stray close to the edge of his pool. you still don't trust him, which isn't so surprising because he did threaten you with death nearly every day, at every hour, during your shifts (and he's such a big, strong predator from the sea). so you have every right to be afraid. that, and he did nearly kill his previous trainer. so it's completely fair for you to fear him, but it's this fear that has you turning to savern for advice. why is he so touchy-feely with you all of a sudden? why is he suddenly interested in your anatomy? why isn't he hissing death threats? what happened to the real tiamore?!

𓇼 not funny because tiamore doesn't truly hate you anymore. you're the best thing to come out of this hellish captivity, so he doesn't mind your presence in his life anymore. he actually (much to his own chagrin) eagerly anticipates seeing you each morning, waiting dutifully in hopes that you'll show up early. he can't believe he actually cares about a human. it's too late to make good on his promise to kill you; he likes you too much to stain the water crimson with your blood and organs. but savern... now that's another story, and he fondly contemplates tearing that man to shreds. it would sadden you, though, so he contents himself with fantasies instead.

𓇼 he's aloof and awkward as he navigates these new feelings. before captivity, he traveled alone in the ocean and he's never had a mate. he's never felt the need for one. he likes being alone and free, two things he no longer has now that he's here in the oceanarium. but you cure his loneliness. you make him happy, even though he'll die before he admits that outright. you make him daydream about freedom, about a future beyond these walls, in which the two of you can be together without the divide of land and sea. maybe it's not possible. maybe it's a wishy-washy, unobtainable dream. that doesn't stop him from thinking about it, though.

𓇼 the oceanarium is filled with all kinds of unique marine hybrids. one of them has recently escaped its exhibit and the staff have exhausted every effort in an attempt to find and catch it. tiamore hears it fluttering in the rafters at night, a sly thing with wings. he hopes it'll fall into his tank so he can get rid of it once and for all and put your worries to rest. tiamore hates it when you worry because your mind is clouded and you don't have the energy or the focus to reserve for your little bantering sessions. he must fix this.

𓇼 his tank is deep enough. you might never know where these problems will go. savern can sit in pieces at the bottom and so can the other noisy distraction. he'll fashion their bones into a little heart and gift it to you one day, and you'll never know.

𓇼 until then he greets you with affectionate insults, watching your human legs carry you up and down the stairs to the platform where the top of his pool waits. this is good enough for now.

#— terminal writes #— passenger : tiamore #my beloved sharky <3 i want to kiss him on the cheek :D #maybe i should make posts for savern and the mystery hybrid...#since they play fairly large roles in the story #aka: tiamore's rivals hehe

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have some sympathy and some taste - dracopia x female!reader

you become charmed by a spooky live performance at a bar you wandered into.

author's note: this is dedicated to @blacktie-whitenoise for their birthday and also for how much they have done for the red jacket copia community :) this has been in my brain since the red jacket debut. mdni! 18+! about 3.6k words.

You let out a deep sigh as you cross the street, the club you have just left thumping in the background. Your friends were still there but you had gotten sick of being packed in with so many other people to the point you could hardly navigate the dance floor. You just need some air or at least some kind of break from the mess of bodies and incredibly loud music.

A dimly lit sign catches your attention: The Pinnacle Lounge. There is no music thumping so loudly that you can hear it outside from the bar so you decide to pop in for a drink to yourself and then head back over to your friends.

You push open the door and beeline directly for the bar and you’re somehow able to secure a stool for yourself. You quickly have a seat and order a mixed drink before your eyes wander throughout the bar. Dim red lights glow and it’s almost as if a fog has rolled into the room. Everything seems a bit hazy but it’s still calm. Much calmer than the club across the street.

The stage is being set for some kind of performance and you can’t help but focus your attention on it while you sip at your mixed drink. It definitely beats just sitting on your phone. The people in masks bring out a mic stand, amplifiers and begin working on laying the cords just right. You make a plan for yourself: stick around and watch the performance and then meet up with your friends after. Or, if whatever the performance is sucks, skip it and head across the street.

Masked people start to take the stage but the main microphone is still alone in the front. The lights dim even further and you feel almost like you’re in a trance. A voice rumbles through the bar over the speakers.

“Please, welcome to the stage — Papa Emeritus the Fourth and the Nameless Ghouls!”

You are startled by the sound of the bar crowd cheering for the band. And then — he takes the stage. His presence is so commanding, despite the extremely sparkly red jacket. Your breath catches in your throat as you take in his features, his salt and pepper hair, the skull face paint, the mismatched eyes. It must be some kind of gimmick, you assume, but you are enthralled by the vibes of it all.

Papa starts to sing, his voice low and strong and you instantly recognize the song as a cover of Sympathy for the Devil. It fits… well, the entire aesthetic of the bar and the band. The crowd is loving it, completely enraptured by the group’s stage presence and honestly, so are you. It sure beats whatever your friends are up to now.

His voice grows more powerful and booming as the song progresses. You find yourself leaning forward over the back of the stool, one hand propping your head up and you keep your focus trained on him. The way he moves his hands along with the music and sways his hips are mesmerizing.

At the start of the last verse, while he is belting out “so if you meet me”, his eyes find you and they stay on you. His white eye is burning into your skull and you think, for a moment, that you can feel something poking around inside you, fishing around your deepest thoughts. Heat flares in your chest and face, your body suddenly flushing and arousal growing between your legs. It’s like he just pushed a button inside you and completely changed how you were feeling.

The performance ends and you are feeling suffocated by how overwhelmed and stimulated you suddenly are. The performance ends and you are off your stool and out the door. The cool air of the night hits your lungs and you finally feel like you can breathe. You wander to the alleyway beside the bar and lean against the wall, pulling your phone out of your pocket to mindlessly scroll through in order to ground yourself back in reality.

“Do you have a light?”

The voice startles you and you’re unsure of how long you’ve been distracted by your phone. Your look at him and your mouth goes dry - it’s Papa. His red jacket shimmers in the moonlight and he is holding a cigarette between his fingers with a small smirk playing on his lips.

“Oh, no. Sorry.” You squeak and quickly settle your eyes back on your phone. You think if you don’t look at him, you’ll be safe from whatever it is he’s done to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you see his cigarette light up but you don’t see a match or a lighter. A shiver runs down your spine as he settles against the wall next to you.

“I saw you in the crowd, cara.” His accent makes your cheeks burn but you still don’t look up at him.

“Yeah, you were really good.”

Papa slinks closer to you and you smell the smoke from his cigarette.

“No, cara, I saw you.”

Your head snaps in his direction and he is just beside you, his lips still quirked in a grin. He flicks the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out without even looking. You feel your chest start to grow hot and the acknowledgement of whatever happened between you two makes you feel dizzy.

“Oh, there’s no need to be frightened, cara. This is a good thing. Good for both of us.” He tries to soften his features a bit but his glowing white eye is doing him no favors. The longer you look at him the more you feel you can’t look away, like you’re trapped by his gaze.

“What… what happened?” Your voice is soft, only a little bit louder than a whisper.

“I chose you and you opened yourself up to me..” It looks like his white eye is steaming. You can’t look away from it and it’s almost as if you can feel him probing your mind. He’s suddenly so close to you now, his expectant eyes tracing your be face before he reaches and takes you by the chin.

“I could have anyone I want and I’ve chosen you, cara — you should feel honored.” His voice sounds so soft yet threatening. Words get caught in your throat as he tips your head up. You press your palms against the wall and you brace for the worst. His head dips down and you draw in a sharp gasp —

His cold, soft lips drift against your neck and your entire body shivers. You were expecting something a bit more violent but there’s something sinister about the way he is lightly kissing your neck. He exhales deeply into the crook of your neck and you feel his tongue against the sensitive skin. His hand snakes up the side of your neck and grabs at your hair.

Copia gives it a harsh tug and his teeth immediately sink into your neck. Your body lurches forward and you manage a small cry in pain. He has you pinned against the wall, his body completely trapping you against him as he drinks from you. You start to feel sluggish and your limbs feel heavy while your eyes flutter open and shut.

He moans as he removes his fangs from your neck, his breath ragged in your ear. “Come back inside with me, dolce.” His voice is so smooth and it takes so much willpower to stop yourself from agreeing on the spot.

“I-I… can’t. I know where this is going. I’ve read books.” You whisper, your voice rushed and quiet. He pulls his head away from your neck slowly and settles just in front of your face. His lips are smeared with your blood but despite this, his sharp features have softened.

“You’re allowed to say no.” Copia says quietly, brushing the tip of his nose against yours. “But if you say yes… I promise you will make it home safely.” His breath is hot on your lips. “I just want to play with you a bit. It’ll feel so good for you, too.” He nips at the tip of your nose and then takes a step back.

You exhale slowly, feeling as if you have been holding your breath for the past few minutes. He reaches a hand out for you. It’s somehow gotten darker in the alleyway since you’ve been out there and you can barely make out his face apart from the white paint and his glowing white eye. You feel the pull toward him. It’s like some invisible force is making you move towards him, your hand outstretched but you hesitate before placing it in his.

“I may be a monster but I’m not a monster.” His lips twitch in what appears to be a genuine smile. Then, he whisks you away toward the back of the alley, away from the entrance to the bar. You are feeling foggy but the same knot of fear is still in your stomach as he pushes open a random door. You follow him inside and it looks like it’s part of the same bar, but perhaps a more private area.

It is still packed but there are more people dressed up as nuns and wearing masks with horns. There’s a few… acts going on that would immediately have you heading toward the exit but you feel strangely unphased by it. Copia leads you into a private room, complete with a curved couch, private bar and red lighting. He turns to look at you and he looks even more devilish now, his lips pulled into a tight smile with his fangs poking out.

“Have you ever fantasized about being with a creature before, dolce?” His hands slip around your waist and he backs you into the couch, the cushions hitting the back of your knees.

“I feel like you already know the answer to that.” You are desperately trying to hold your own, keeping yourself standing up straight and gazing back into his eyes.

“Ah, si. You’ve read books.” Copia says darkly and you feel a rush of warmth spread between your legs. His strong hands dip lower to grab and caress your ass through your tight jeans before moving with such speed — and suddenly you’re straddling his lap with him sitting on the couch beneath you.

He pushes and pulls you by the hips, grinding you against the growing tent in his pants. You gasp at the sudden friction and rest your arms on his shoulders. Copia’s hand snakes up to grab you by the hair and tips your head forward, his lips crashing against yours. You can taste the blood on his lips and his cold tongue pushes into your mouth.

You feel him growl into the kiss, his other hand still firmly on your hip. It’s a deep, messy, sensual kiss and you can’t get enough of it. Your fingers play at the hair on the nape or his neck before moving them up to rake through his hair. His hips buck into yours and he pulls you in even closer, pressing your chest flush against his.

Copia bites down hard on your bottom lip, your eyes snapping open as you whimper. His fingers knot in your hair and give it a sharp tug while he sucks on your bottom lip, blood flowing into his mouth. He is moaning into your mouth, completely lost in the taste of you. You grind into him more, your nails digging into his sequined jacket.

He pulls away from your lip, his head tilting back against the couch as his hand on your hip inches up the hem of your shirt. His mouth is agape, blood smeared on his lips and his white eye dimly glows. You help him with your shirt, pulling it up off of yourself. Copia leans forward, his hands immediately moving to unclasp your bra.

“A delicacy.” He breathes into your ear, his teeth nipping at your earlobe as your bra falls off of you. His gloved hands wander your body, running over every curve of yours and spending time massaging and caressing you. A moan slips from your lips as his hands find your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples while he massages them. Every touch is sensual but calculated, like he knows exactly how to get the reactions he wants out of you.

“Will you take these off, dolce?” His fingers pull at the waistband of your jeans, a soft smile playing on his bloodstained lips. You immediately slip off of him, standing between his legs as he opens them wider. The power he has over you is becoming quite clear but something about it makes you feel extremely aroused. You work off your jeans, pulling off your underwear in the process and pushing them down to your ankles, stepping out of them.

He slinks forward on the couch, his hands grabbing for you and pulling you into him. His lips are on your chest, nibbling and sucking as his hands cup your ass. You can feel how badly he wants you, how his ice cold touch has warmed up. His mouth moves down to your breast, his tongue licking at your nipple before taking it into his mouth. Copia groans against it, his eyes squeezing shut as he sucks on your nipple. His hand drifts down your hip, then settles between your legs and lightly drifts his fingers along your dripping folds.

Copia looks up at you with your breast in his mouth and you feel the soft pinch of his teeth. You give a small squeak, your hands falling to his disheveled hair. He growls against you and releases your nipple, trailing kisses up your chest to your collarbone. He presses his fingers more firmly against your folds and you tilt your head back with a moan.

“Oh, cara, if only you knew how much I crave this — this connection.” Copia whispers into your chest before leaning back. His hands fall to his pants, toying at the laces for a moment, then unlaces them. His cock springs from his pants, thick and leaking. “Look at what you’ve done to me.”

You’re at a loss for words, your body practically buzzing because of how aroused you are. His lips are curled into a smile, his head tilted to the side as he looks up at you. He gives himself a few lazy strokes and you can’t contain yourself anymore, straddling him again. He seems a bit shocked but quickly rests one hand on your hip and uses the other to line his cock up.

“Fuck.” You hiss as you sink down on him, your walls stretching around him. His hips roll against yours, his hands helping to guide you up and down his cock. His lips are on you again, this time grazing your neck as he pants and groans with each thrust.

A low growl rumbles from his throat, one of his hands pressing against your back to push you flush against him. You pick up the pace, rocking yourself up and down and using his shoulders to balance yourself. His growls and moans only grow louder, his grip on you tightening.

Copia sinks his fangs into your neck and you cry out, your arms wrapping around him for support. You can feel the burn of his teeth, his tongue lapping the blood spilling from your wound. Tears sting your eyes at the pain but it mixes so deliciously with having his cock massaging spots so deep inside you. He removes his fangs from your neck slowly but keeps his mouth on you, growling against your skin.

He grabs you by your hair and gives it a sharp tug as his other hand digs into your hip hard enough to leave bruises. You give a deep moan as he holds you in place and thrusts his hips into you roughly. He fucks you hard, pounding himself into you with loud, wet slaps of his skin against yours. Your legs are feeling weak, trembling more and more as you desperately cling to him.

Copia leans back into the couch but keeps you where you are, creating an even deeper angle to fuck you. You can’t stop yourself from moaning over and over and you’re not sure if your vision is blurring due to the blood loss or the intensity of his throbbing cock. You’re able to focus on his face for just a moment and you see that his eyes are focused on you, his lips are parted and smeared with your blood that drips down his chin. He looks positively devilish.

Just seeing him like this is almost enough to send you over the edge. He tugs at your hair again and slams into you hard at the same time and you scream out, your eyes squeezing shut as bliss overcomes you. Copia pulls you into him so your chests are pressed together and he wraps his arms around you. He chases his own release, frantically pumping into you as he snarls wildly until his hips stutter and his cock pulses with each release. His breath is ragged and heavy in your ear, but you’re hardly able to hear it over your heart thundering.

“You’ve lost a lot of blood, dolce.” He whispers before he presses a few soft kisses to your ear on cheek. “Let me help you get cleaned up, si?” You can only muster a few nods against his shoulder and he carefully lifts you from off of him and carefully settles you on the couch.

You practically sink into the cushion, your limbs still tingling and your head still hazy. You close your eyes for what feels like a second when suddenly, you feel something warm and damp against your neck.

“What the-“ Your eyes snap open and your head jolts forward before you realize what’s going on.

“Calmati, cara.” He purrs as he gently uses the damp cloth in his hand to wipe at the wounds on your neck. “Shhh, let me take care of you.” You’re still dizzy but you manage to watch him as he cleans the blood off of you.

“Is this typical vampire aftercare?” You ask, blurting out the first question that comes to mind.

“Mmm. No.” He chuckles darkly as he brings the cloth up to wipe at your bloody lower lip. “But I promised you that you would make it home safe, didn’t I?” There is a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Copia finishes with the cloth and sets it down, then drifts his gloved up your bare chest to your neck. “These will heal in a few days. Might want to cover them up in the meantime, dolce.” He lightly brushes his fingertips over the bite marks.

There is such care in his voice and it makes you feel strangely comforted by his touch. You find yourself leaning forward to him, his hand still on your neck as your lips meet his. Copia sighs into the kiss and gives your throat a soft squeeze. Your arms slide around his neck and you deepen the kiss, humming quietly into it. He keeps his hand firmly on your throat as his other one starts to wander down your body.

“You don’t usually sing here, do you?” You whisper against his lips.

“Only when I’m desperate… and things typically end up much more bloody and much less fun.” He chuckles darkly and presses a soft kiss to your lips. “Cara, you really have lost a decent amount of blood. Let’s get you home so you can rest, eh? I am trying to keep my promise to you.”

You grumble a little bit and start to get dressed. To your surprise, he helps you — he slips your pants up your legs and helps you with your tank top. He still has that edge that sent shivers down your spine in the alleyway but he is now considerably more polite and gentle. It’s kind of cute.

He takes you by the hand and leads you through another door leading out of the private room, which takes you to the front of the bar. The stage has been cleared and the crowd has thinned out. The two of you are out the door in a second and the cold air hits you, giving you goosebumps. Before you even say anything, he is already draping his sparkly red jacket over your shoulders.

“Thank you.” You smile faintly as your eyes drift to the car he is leading you to.

“Will you come see me again?” Copia asks ever so quietly as he opens the door to the car for you. You glance back at him and notice how hopeful he looks. You feel a tingle in your chest.

“I think I might.” You offer a coy smile. His eyes light up at your response and you think you might even see a blush rise to his cheeks. It’s funny to you that, in his own words, he could have anyone he wanted and yet he is asking you to come back.

“Get home safe, dolce.” He purrs and presses a tender kiss to your cheek. You slide into the backseat and he closes the door behind you.

You still feel like you are in a dreamlike state and pull the red sparkly jacket tightly around you as your eyes are glued to the passing buildings and lights out the car window.

#Copia #papa emeritus x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #papa emeritus iv #Cardinal Copia #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #dracopia

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