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babyjakes · 5 months

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in the middle of the night. [blurb.]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | somnophilia

pairing | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader

warnings | stepcest (stepdad!pete is sooo sleazy.) soft dark!pete. reader is giving innocent vibes. noncon + somnophilia (reader is asleep.) age gap (reader is college age, pete is 40+.) slight daddy kink (pete refers to himself as such.) nipple play. fingering. oral (f receiving.) forced orgasm. squirting.

word count | 913

an | this is my first time writing pete brenner so please be nice!! i hope you all enjoy <33 he's so sleeeazzy, i need him :'))) also i'm just making as many taylor references as i can at this point, im not sorry about it lol

Eyes trailing up your unmoving form, Pete forced himself to swallow down the low groan building in his throat. The pale moonlight pouring in your bedside window was just bright enough to give view to your perfect figure. Taking in the delicate features of your resting face, the older man swore he was laying over a sleeping angel.

He knew what he was doing would be considered wrong by most. But Pete never had too much trouble ignoring his decayed conscience. When the opportunity had presented itself, it was just too good to pass up. You were home from college for the weekend, and your mother was away on a business trip. That left you alone with plenty of time to bond with your affable new stepdad, who you had no idea was such a raging pervert beneath his friendly smile and easy-going temperament.

The man tried to keep his hands steady as he dared to pull aside the fluffy white blanket covering your unconscious frame. When he saw what you were wearing: a skimpy satin nightgown with lacey straps and little bows along the seams, Pete cursed your unfeigned innocence, "Shit, babydoll. You're not makin' this any easier for yourself."

You were a heavy sleeper; that much he knew. He had seen it firsthand a few times when you had dozed off during movie nights with your mom. He brought a careful hand up to test out the waters, gently pawing at your breast as it rose and fell with your elongated breaths. Receiving no reaction, Pete smiled. He grew a bit bolder, gently teasing his fingertips over the slight tent in the fabric where your unguarded nipple lay. The removal of the blanket was already causing a shift in your body heat, both of your tiny pebbles growing semi-hardened at the drop in temperature.

Your body twitched, your plump lips letting out a quiet sigh as his even hand moved in circles over the stiffening nub. "There. That's nice, isn't it, angel?" he hummed, his other hand venturing to the hem of your nightgown's skirt. As lightly as he could manage, he pushed the fabric up to bunch over your tummy, his eyes widening at the sight of your lacey white panties. "Oh sweetheart," he sighed, his cock throbbing in his boxers at the sight of your clothed mound, "you have no fuckin' idea what you're doing to me."

Your slumbering body was cooperative as he eased your legs apart, scooting himself up a bit as he lay flat on his stomach, his head easing up between your bare thighs. Seeing you shiver slightly, he rubbed a large hand over your legs to warm you up. "Don't worry, baby. Daddy'll take care of you. You just lie there and keep lookin' pretty." The man was practically drooling as he peeled the strip of fabric covering your precious petals away, pushing it carefully to the side. At the sight of your little cunt glistening with the smallest bit of wetness, Pete let out a muffled chuckle. "My naughty girl," he cooed, rolling your nipple a bit more forcefully now between his thumb and finger.

Your little body was rocking gently, pulses of pleasure coursing through your limbs despite your deep state of unconsciousness. Licking his lips, Pete brought both hands down to gently part your folds, exposing your leaky hole to his hungry eyes. "Oh princess," he murmured lovingly, gently prodding the tip of a finger against your itty bitty opening, "so tight down here, aren't you? Daddy'll have to be careful with you, huh baby? Be nice and gentle for my girl."

He dipped his head down, teasing the tip of his tongue in place of his finger. The taste of your sweet, slippery juices only worsened his raging hard-on. Dragging his tongue up to your tiny clit, he traced the little nub in gentle circles, his elbows coming to rest over your thighs as your hips began to buck softly. "That's it, angel. So sweet for me," his hum was slurred as he gently slipped his finger inside you before wrapping his lips around your twitching button.

He pumped his digit in and out at a steady pace, finding your tender ceiling with ease as he nursed your clit. He could feel your core warming beneath him, your poor legs starting to shake weakly as you were worked up to an orgasm in the midst of your unwavering sleep. Soft little whines began rising in your throat as you were brought to the edge by your sinful stepfather's efforts. Seeing your climax approaching, Pete pulled his lips away from your burning nub, replacing them with his thumb. He wanted to see your precious little face as you came; he wanted to watch as your orgasm was forced out of you.

Soon it was, and it hit you with more force than he was expecting. As your cunt contracted helplessly around his single finger, a wave of glistening juices sprayed out onto your printed sheets. The man's grin only widened as he carried you through your high, not slowing his ministrations until your shaking died down. Breaths staggering, you were somehow still fast asleep, pussy dripping shamelessly onto Pete's fingers and the bed below.

Exiting you slowly, he brought his drenched digit up to savor your juices as his greedy gaze remained locked on you. "Oh pretty girl," he murmured with a breathy laugh, "the fun I'm gonna have with you..."

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tteokdoroki · 1 year

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imagine if your bestfriend katsuki was really babyfaced until he hit his 20’s. total late bloomer, aure he went through puberty but his body looked like it had never gotten out of the awkward teen boy phase look!

so, anyways maybe you travel back him for some family time, gone for maybe 3-4 months. Katsuki had already looked really mature, he just had some baby fat, and you teased him, because in your words he still looked like he did when he was 5.

now you’ve come back, and boy, has katsuki grown. you and the group go out on the town, and when you see katsuki he has grown in height, build, and his face is now chiseled. and you cant believe your eyes. the whole night you can’t stop staring, seeing your bestfriend in a new light.

(sorry if this makes no sense im running on a low brain battery lol!)

kissing your brain actually absolutely just smooching it ??

growing up with katsuki and he’s just the kid you guys picked on ever so slightly cause it was easy to get on his nerves — he’d just run home and cry. definitely a mamas boy LMAO !! but you’re both so cute, with gaps in your teeth and messy cheeks and your parents think you’re gonna end up together when you grow up. katsuki thinks that’s gross and you think he’s being mean n you push each other away like ewww grosss even though you were probably crushing on each other back then.

when you’re a little older katsuki is still baby faced and his mom always pinches his cheeks and calls him handsome and does that thing mom’s do where they lick their thumb and use it to wipe their kids face. PLEASE but katsuki is still so cute n hasn’t quite grown into himself yet :(( and when you start hitting 13/14 everyone is talking about the boys they like and who they wanna go to the movies with after school — he doesn’t think you’ll wanna go out with him because you’re best friends and he doesn’t look like the guys in your teen pop magazines or the boy groups you like.

stop he has like braces, he’s a little lanky and his voice is always cracking !!! awkward teen boy katsuki for the win!!! he probably stays like that all the way through high school n then you end up losing touch after graduation/starting college.

but then a few years down the line when you’re back from college your friends are begging you to come to a local bar to catch up — you ask if katsuki will be there and they won’t stop teasing you about it because you haven’t seen each other in ages !! laughing and pointing when he rolls in with your other guy friends, taller, thicker more buff. you’re practically drooling.

the katsuki you knew was shy, and small if he wanted to be but this katsuki is loud. he fills the whole room with his presence, he’s got a waistline that could kill and a jawline so sharp you could cut diamonds on it.

“didn’t your ma ever tell ya starin’ is rude?” bakugou mumbles when he’s close enough to order a drink and you literally melt in your spot — because when did his voice get so deep? basically running through your ears like melted chocolate.

“you’ve changed.” you quip.

“for the better, i hope?”

“yeah… you look good.”

“and so do you,” he comments back smoothly. “but don’cha worry, ‘m still your same old katsuki.”

and god, the way he smirks at you afterwards makes your thighs shake and your stomach do back flips, and you kinda hope your katsuki is a little bolder, a little different when you ask him.

“do you wanna get out of here, katsuki?”

your suspicions are confirmed when bakugou kicks back his shot and says.

“i thought you’d never ask.”

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exhaslo · 6 months

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OML IM SO DOWN BAD FOR A TEACHER!MIGUEL AND SHY & QUIET FEM!READER WHERE THEY ARE LIKE SECRETLY DATING AND READER IS JS DOING HER WORK IN CLASS TRYING TO FINISH AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE AND FINISHES LIKE THIRTY MINUTES BEFORE CLASS ENDS AND STARTS WRITING ONESHOTS OF RANDOM FICTIONAL CHARACTERS FROM HER BOOKS THAT SHE READS AND MIGUEL JS ASKS FOR HER TO STAY AFTER CLASS (now playing:teachers pet - Melanie Martinez)

Ohhhhhh I gots this! Oh and just to be safe:

Warning: Minors DNI, Minor smut, thigh riding

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It started with a simple misunderstanding. You, who had just started college, and Miguel, the newest and hottest Professor in school, had a mix up. Miguel was supposed to meet with a fellow teacher and you were supposed to meet with a tutor. When the two of you were alone in the office, one thing led to another.

Miguel was fascinated with getting you to come out your shell just for him. He loved how quiet you were in class and how you always avoided answering questions. You were just the perfect little shy angel he had always wanted. If only you were not his student. Dating you was difficult since it had to be a secret.

Luckily, you were good at keeping it. You had a very small group of friends and Miguel had an even smaller one. He'd help you tutor while you sat on his lap. Your cute flustered cheeks giving him a thrill each time. Miguel wanted to test your limits. He wanted to hear your shy little voice cry for him.

It was nearing the end of the semester and you were cramming to finish your essay in time. Miguel was watching you, along with the other students. He walked around the classroom by the time there was thirty minutes left, wanting to make sure everyone was focusing on their report.

"Miles, if you have time to doodle, you have time to write." Miguel said sternly as he passed another student.

His red orbs then turned towards you. Like a lit fire, he drew closer, wanting to see what his precious little girlfriend was writing. You were focused. Something that was a rare, yet welcomed sight. As he approached your desk, his eyes widen with surprise. You were not working on your essay, you were working on something else.

"(Y/n), see me after class." Miguel told you.

You couldn't help but squeak before quickly returning to your essay. Once the bell rang, you played with your fingers, waiting for everyone to leave. Once they did, Miguel approached the door and locked it. He closed the curtain and patted his thigh. You shyly walked up to him, taking a seat on his large thigh.

"S-Sorry, I got...distracted." You admitted. Miguel's smirk grew wider,

"I noticed. Writing something so bold in the middle of class. How will people react to finding out the shy girl likes her smut?"

"M-Miguel! Y-You wouldn't!" You squeaked, tears threatening to spill. Miguel chuckled, wiping those tears away with a kiss,

"Of course not, but I want to know where those ideas came from." He said with a hum.

You bit your lower lip, covering your face with your sleeve. You tried to avoid eye contact, but it was hard with Miguel. He was just too handsome for you to avoid.

"Y-You," You whispered. Miguel licked his lips, holding your chin,

"Then do something instead of write it."

His demanding tone was so sexy. You spread your legs over his thigh, slowly grinding your hips against him. You had to be careful. Miguel was your teacher. If anyone caught you two, then you would probably be expelled from the college and Miguel would be fired. You didn't want that, especially with how exciting this was.

Miguel was watching as you dry humped his leg. Your damp panties already staining his pants. Miguel's grin grew wider as he watched his shy princess grow bolder with him. Soft whimpers as moans were escaping your lips, turning him on.

"What a naughty student. Couldn't finish your essay on time and trying to get a better grade?" Miguel played along. You flinched towards his words, "Is that right?"

"Y-Yes. I...I need to pass this class, professor," You whimpered, glancing at him with glossy eyes. Miguel groaned quietly, holding your hips as you grinded faster,

"Well this will guarantee a B. If you want an A...You're going to have to see me after hours, in my private office."

"Y-Yes, sir." You moaned lowly, shaking as you cam. Miguel sat you up on his desk, kissing you deeply,

"Then it's a date."

Right before Miguel dismissed you, he gave you a small smack on the ass. You yelped and blushed furiously before noticing the stain you made on his pants. Turning even redder, you apologized to him before running off. Miguel just chuckled in response, watching you run off.

"She's getting more than just an A."

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Hope you enjoyed ;)

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iliketangerines · 14 days

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Ok but the idea of Johnny having a thing for a waitress/server but being too nervous to do anything about it directly except come in all the time and make up excuses to talk sounds so adorable

excuses excuses

a/n: ohh, this was a cute one

pairing: johnny cage x gn!reader

warnings: none :)

Johnny bounces his leg underneath the table, waiting for you to come out from the back and come and take his order

he shouldn’t be nervous, no way, he was Johnny Cage, he was getting his PhD in quantum physics and was a master at fighting

and he was scheduled to film for some indie film as the romantic interest, no way he should be nervous right now to talk to a waiter at some small local restaurant

and yet, here he was, fingers twitching impatiently and leg bouncing rapidly, nervous as the day he saw you several months ago

he always asks for your section, and sometimes he gets his timing wrong or you veer off your normal schedule, and he has to eat when the waiter isn’t you

but that was fine, especially when he saw how your face lit up when he gave you a big tip

he was a broke college student but that was fine if he got to see you smile because of him

Johnny fiddles with his fingers and straightens his back as he sees you approaching his table, tying the apron behind your back as you walk straight towards him

you pull out your notepad and greet him with a wide smile, calling him by name and asking if he wants his usual order

he gives you a dopey smile and asks actually if you can give him a recommendation for something you really like on the menu

you tuck your hair behind your ear as you bend over and look at the menu before him, eyes flitting between the different options

he wishes he could tuck your ear behind your ear for you, to ask you on dates and treat you to the best places, hold your hand, kiss you, dance with you

your finger underlines something on the menu, and you say that’s your favorite

Johnny immediately places the order, and you jot it down and ask if he needs anything else

he wants to make a move, to ask you out, to take you on a date, to let im pick you up in his shitty car on an adventure, but he chickens out and says no he doesn’t need anything else

you walk away, going off to the next table, and Johnny deflates in his seat, mentally scolding himself for not taking the chance and growing a pair

he goes over the plan in his head one more time to ask you out, he’ll just do it when he’s paying the bill

you bring over the food, warn him that it’s hot, before you go off and service another table, and Johnny unwraps the utensils folded neatly in the napkins and digs into the food

you have great taste in food as well, and Johnny has to struggle to not shovel the food into his mouth to try and seem somewhat gentlemanly in front of you

every time you come around, Johnny straightens his back, fixes his posture, wipes his mouth, and he can’t tell whether or not you’re glancing at him and smiling

finally, he calls for the check, unable to finish the rest of his food, and you kindly bring over a leftover box and a paper bag to hold the meal

he hands you over a wad of cash, enough to pay for the meal and still have a hefty tip, and you smile at him and blush slightly and leave with a small wave goodbye

packing away his meal, Johnny curses at himself for not being bolder, for not asking you out on a date, for not doing anything except be another customer in your day

he brings the meal home and digs the box out of the bag to put it in the fridge

his fingers crumple up something inside of the box, and he frowns, not remembering whether or not he had put something else in there or not

pulling out a napkin he definitely didn’t put in there, he flips it over and nearly has a heart attack when he sees a number on there with your name signed on the bottom

he nearly drops the food on the ground in a rush to get his phone out of his pocket and type in your number

leaving his food on the counter, he types and deletes messages, unsure of what to send and furrows his brows as his fingers fumble and become sticky with sweat

after what feels like an eternity, he decides on a simple but straightforward text, just saying it was him and when you were free this weekend, that he’d love to take you out on a date

he tosses his phone to the side, too nervous to see if you’ll text back, and he goes and puts his food away and takes a shower, trying to wash away the nerves

making his way back to his phone, he stares at it for a few seconds before finally picking it up and unlocking it, nearly having another heart attack when he sees you’ve responded back so quickly

you tell him when you’re free and your address with a small smiley face, telling him to surprise you, and Johnny immediately hops over to his dying laptop to look up date places

he was not missing this chance with you

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satoruhour · 9 months

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Hiii!!! I absolutely LOVE your jjk racer au's and am dying for more!!! Could you do one of megumi this time? It can be how they meet or anything really<3 absolutely love all your works and hope your having a great day!!

a/n: hi baby yess thank you for the support <3 i know you’ve been liking my stuff pretty often but im so sorry to have taken so long to get to this! i hope you like it 🥹 / part of the racer!jjk au universe, megs and reader both in uni / 0.9k

[9:02pm, megs 🖤🏁]: hi angel. also you still studying?

there’s a text that comes in from megumi one school night, but you don’t see its contents when your head stays in your hands from the sheer stress of trying to cramp everything before an important exam tomorrow. nothing’s going in, however, from how distracted you seem to be with what questions would appear, whether you’d have enough time, if—

[9:05pm, megs 🖤🏁]: hey, look out your window

your confusion immediately melts away when you hear the rev of an engine along the barren road of the street you stay on, and your breath releases upon seeing the familiar head of black-hair peeking out from the window, a small smile etched onto his face. with a beckoning hand from you, his head tilts and you know what he’s asking. parents not home?

you shake your head, making out an eating gesture, went out for dinner.

it was unfortunate, how they saw megumi as just another bad influence, especially from how racing was still fairly taboo in japan. ‘give it a hundred years and they’ll still be bad for you, the culture, the pollution.’ you can’t bother to hear the rest of your parents’ explanation when you tell them you’ve started dating fushiguro megumi, but thankfully they’re too busy to care about whether your life goes to shit or not.

but you’re lucky megumi treats you like the moon treats the sun: taking the backseat while you rant about that annoying professor. he treats you like painters do to their muse: gentle, delicate, a million memories of your anatomy burned into his brain from how long he’s stared at you.

in a minute, he’s knocking on your front door and you’re there in half, smiling wide to welcome him, albeit with a tension in the corners of your lips.

“let’s go drift, c’mon.”

you frown, not letting the calming brush of this thumb against the back of your hand change your mind, “i can’t, megs. got studyin’ to do.”

megumi has gotten bolder the more he’s been with you, although still with shaky hands and a speeding heart. he brushes the hair out of your face, knitted eyebrows and red eyes seemingly permanently there from how much you’ve looked at your notes.

“do you actually remember anything you’ve studied, my love?” he’s the one to frown now, fingers gliding down to your cheeks and jaw. it’s comfortable there from how you lean into his touch, and you want to stay there forever, but you only sigh, head falling forward to collide with his chest while his lips make contact with your hair — when you shake your head, you can only feel the smile growing on the other’s face.

“go put my jacket on,” megumi pecks your head and you roll your eyes beneath him because he’s always right and you hate it sometimes, but that reality check is good when you can’t shove the logarithm equations into your brain and your boyfriend is a racer, “let’s go for a drive, hm?” clad in the denim jacket you kept with you on your last visit, megumi’s cold hands hold yours as he drags you to his car, a 2001 Nissan Silvia S15 with some dark blue finishing.

within minutes, you’re already putting exams and notes and studying behind you, laughing in the passenger seat with megumi smiling too, easily driving to the mountain he’s always trained at. with a nod toward you, his eyes just look for yours, a mix of question and ardour that always seem to get the message across. ready?

the drift up the mountain is filled with secret glances and hurting cheeks and the screeching tires of his Nissan, experienced enough to look away from the road to return those glances to you every time he makes a turn and you’re looking like everything right in this moment. megumi can only hope it’s the same for you.

at the mountain’s peak, megumi can hardly hold himself back when you’re staring across the cityscape against his car, eyes sparkling from the moonlight and the blue finishing of the car reflecting against your jaw from below — he feels his breath be fully taken away just like the first time his father had taken him drifting, but it doesn’t (never) compares to whenever he looks at you.

with a hand pulling you away from the vast scenery, megumi fully believes his heart stops when your eyes are torn away from the city lights, focusing only on the other. there’s a soft smile on your face and he leans in, palms clammy and his heart going faster than his Nissan in a race — his lips finally meet yours before you arms wrap around the racer, humming into the kiss. megumi props you on the hood on his car easily, standing between your legs as oxygen begins to become scarce.

“you know we could’ve just kissed at my house, y’know?”

the tips of megumi’s ears redden and you laugh, playing with the neckline hem of his t-shirt, “yeah. well— i couldn’t have one night out with my girl?”

it’s said so grumpily and quietly that you almost don’t catch it, but the tranquillity of the mountains provides you with uninterrupted silence, save for the chatter of the cicadas and the occasional call of the night birds. the little statement makes you only grin bigger as you prop your feet onto the front bumper, pulling him in by the belt loops.

megumi thinks you’ve only gotten more attractive by doing that, you shiver when his hands go back to your face — the both of you so oblivious to each other's desire for the other.

“yes we can, especially when i want to spend more time with my racer boyfriend, too.”

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axelsagewrites · 11 months

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May I request a story for Ramsey Bolton where the reader is trying to get Ramsay's attention and trying her best to flirt with him but he's completely oblivious to it so she has to get bolder with her attempts. And it turns out he knew the whole time but wanted to see how far she'd go.

Ramsay Bolton*How Far Would You Go

Pairing: Ramsay x f!reader

Summary: Ramsay decides to make the reader wait before he finally gives her exactly what she's been craving,

Warnings: teasing, praise, degradation, spanking, choking, rough sex, p in v sex, male receiving oral, unsafe sex, hair pulling, hickeys (Ramsay is a slut im sorry change my mind) smut 18+

Word count: 3394

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The signs were subtle at first. Ramsay noticed the smile on your lips as you called him my lord, how deep your curtsey was when he passed, how you always seemed to be just looking at him. Since coming to Winterfell as its new lord he had found himself at the centre of your attention, a lady from a relatively small noble house once loyal to the Starks but who switched to the Boltons side recently.

He noticed that when your family arrived at the great hall for dinner your eyes were on him. He had to hold back a groan when he noticed the way your mouth touched your cup, so softly pressing it against your lips, and drinking slowly, your eyes only closing for a moment so he could watch.

At first Ramsay tried to hide his own infatuation for the sake of his reputation. He didn’t want his father to think he wasn’t fully there especially with a threat of a boy baby potentially replacing everything he worked for. However, over time he noticed your actions grow bolder.

It was subtle at first. “Lord Ramsay,” you curtseyed, eyes flickering to the floor before back to him. His eyes lingered on you curiously as your cheeks grew red and you scurried away. before you had always said my lord or lord Bolton. The way your lips moved around his name entranced him.

While you were eating dinner in the great hall Roose and Ramsay Bolton approached where you were sitting with your father and uncles. “Lady (Y/N),” Roose greeted as he approached, “Perhaps you should take some air since you’re finished your supper. I must speak with your father,” he said but the words were not a request.

“Of course, my lord what a wonderful suggestion,” you said as you stood from your half full plate, “My Lords,” you curtsied slightly before walking past. As you past Ramsay you couldn’t help yourself from deliberately bumping into him causing you both to stumble. You paused to steady yourself with a hand resting on his arm, “My apologies my lord. I can be so clumsy at times,” you said batting your eyelashes before slinking off without another word, trying to not seem flustered when you realised how muscular his arms were from all his archery.

Ramsay looked after you for only a moment as you walked out before quickly sitting with his father. What he hadn’t seen was your sad face when you glanced back and realised, he wasn’t looking. You took his fathers advice however and decided to take a stroll through the godswood. Few prayed during this time, so it was rather empty to your delight.

The silence was broken by twigs snapping causing you to jump and spin around, “Ramsay,” you gasped when you noticed the silent man staring at you, “My lord you scared me,” you said, your hand on your chest.

“Apologies my lady,” he said cooly, “You should not be out here alone. It is unsafe,”

“Of course, my lord,” you said, bowing your head, “How silly of me. Perhaps you could escort me on my next walk? The godswood is so beautiful this time of year,” you said, walking closer to the man who stood like a statue, “So peaceful too. If I was to guess we are completely alone out here,” you said.

“Thinking like that is why I caught you off guard,” he said, his eyes never leaving yours but not giving anything away either, “Anyone could be out here,”

You did your best to fight back a blush as you stepped closer, placing a hand on his arm, “Then it’s a good thing you’re here to keep me safe my lord,”

Ramsay’s eyes flickered to your hand that rested on his arm, its touch lingering. When he glanced back at your eyes, he couldn’t help but notice how perfect they were in this light, “The sun will be setting soon,” he said lowly, “You should get back before its dark,”

“Will you escort me my lord?” you asked, stepping closer once more so your body was only inches from his, “It would make me feel so much better to have you at my side,”

Ramsay managed to keep his chuckle down as he nodded and turned to escort you back to the castle. You quickly stumbled to catch up with him. Without a word you linked your arm with his. He didn’t shrug you off however he didn’t even look at you when you did so. However internally Ramsay was smirking. Just how far would you go?

When you arrived back in the walls of Winterfell Ramsay dropped your arm, “My lady,” he nodded his head to leave when you grabbed his hand to stop him.

He noted how soft your hands were compared to his, “Aren’t you going to escort me to my chambers my lord? You said yourself anyone could be here,”

“I trust you to find your chambers my lady,” he said however Ramsay raised your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss, just enough to make you hooked. “Goodnight,” he said before dropping your hand and turning to leave.

You didn’t even have time to say goodnight before he walked away. you sighed and looked around the yard, grateful no one was there to see the rejection or at least close enough to notice. Instead of heading to your chambers you went straight to the kitchen, still hungry from not getting to finish dinner.

The kitchen servants were kind enough to give you some leftovers from dinner and you sat at a small table in the kitchen to eat. You were completely wrapped up in your own thoughts as you sipped your wine and ate the stew. You weren’t posed seductively, or trying to catch anyone’s attention, you weren’t gazing up at him with those fuck me eyes you had shown him so many times. But when Ramsay stood in the doorway to the kitchen, come to find himself some food, he found himself completely entrance by the sight of you. if he didn’t want to see how far you were willing to go, he would’ve bent you over that table here and now.

Your attention however was drawn when you heard a dish clatter, “My Lord,” the servants’ eyes suddenly dropped as one tried to pick up the pieces of the dish they’d dropped when they had been startled by Ramsay.

When you looked at him, he could tell you were surprised but he couldn’t help finding it amusing how you straightened your posture at his arrival. “My lady,” he said, ignoring the others in the room as he approached the table. “These are not your chambers,” he said as he stood in front of you. Ramsay noted how much he liked the position of your head so close to his crotch as you gazed up at him as he stood only inches away.

“I was hungry,” you stuttered out, “Sorry my lord,”

“Its quite alright,” he said as he put his hand out for you to take, “Let me escort you to your chambers my lady. I wouldn’t want you getting lost again,”

You took his hand, face flushing lightly as you stood as Ramsay hadn’t moved so now your bodies were almost pressed against each other. You stood in the silence for a moment before Ramsay stepped back allowing you to pass.

As you walked the halls, your arm linked with his and your eyelashes constantly batting at him, Ramsay debated with himself how far he was willing to go with this tonight. How long would he draw this out for. Your flirting had grown far bolder now as you walked the empty halls to your chamber. Ramsay did his best to hide his smirk and act oblivious as you clung to his arm and flirted more shamefully than he had heard any other lady.

When you arrived at your chamber door you unlatched it, eyes lingering on him, before stepping partially into the room, “It can get so cold in Winterfell don’t you think?”

“You should light a fire my lady,” Ramsay said cooly.

He noticed how your breath hitched, holding back a groan at his constant obliviousness. This was going to be fun. “Perhaps you could help me light it my lord?”

“I could send a servant,”

“I don’t trust another man in my chambers,”

“A woman perhaps,”

He could practically see steam pouring out your ears. You wondered whether his obliviousness was rather rejection but figured you had already came this far, “Sending for servants is pointless. Id freeze by the time they got here. My lord if you could spare just five minutes,”

Five minutes, Ramsay thought, no this would last far longer than five, “Very well my lady,” Ramsay said, gliding past you into the cold chamber.

You quickly covered the shocked expression on your face and latched the door once more turning to watch as he began to coax the flames. In silence Ramsay lit the fireplace before standing and turning to you, “Is there anything else you need from me my lady?” Ramsay asked as he approached you, just inches in front of you and his face looking down at you with the hint of a smirk.

He knew. You knew he knew. And it drove you crazy, “No my lord,” you said, disguising your own smirk.

Ramsay frowned briefly before covering it up, stepping ever so slightly closer, “Really?” he asked with fake wonder, “Because you seemed awfully desperate for me to enter your chambers,” he said, breath fanning your face, “One might wonder if you’re intentions were noble my lady,” a silent stalemate took place as you both waited for the other to make the first move.

Moments passed and eventually Ramsay decided to go for check, “I should be going my lady,” he said, trying to step passed you only for you to step and block his past, “Yes my lady?” he asked looking down at you.

“There is something you could do My Lord,” you said, your hands moving to rest on his arms.

“And that is?” he said, his face moving closer, his lips only an inch away. so far.

You decided to be bolder, however. Standing on your tip toes, you leaned up to whisper in his ear, “You could fuck me already,”

Ramsay’s hands moved suddenly making you gasp as he held your jaw tight in his grip as he brought his lips to brush against yours, “All you had to do was ask darling,” he whispered, lips bumping softly against yours as he spoke before he crashed his lips onto yours.

The kiss was heated and messy as your hands moved to his shoulders, feeling the muscles through his tunic, your finger trips trailing his collar. He released your jaw but only to pull you in closer by your waist, one hand steading you while the other moved down to grip your hip, squeezing it over the fabric of your dress.

Ramsay growled in his throat as he grew frustrated with the fabric hiding you from him. Without warning he broke the kiss to spin you around, pressing your back into his chest. The feeling of his hard chest against you making you hold your breath as he kissed your neck, his hands working on the laces on the front of your dress, “Wanna see you,�� he mumbled between kisses, “Wanna see all of you,” Ramsay pushed the dress off your shoulders, letting the fabric pool around your feet as his hands moved to squeeze your breasts through your thin shift. “This can go too,” he whispered as his hands found the collar of the fabric. Before you could question him the sound of tearing fabric flooded your ears. Your skin pricked with the sudden cold, your nipples hardening as the air hit them. Ramsay wasted no time in finding them and squeezing them between his fingers as his lips sucked dark spots along your neck, “Is this what you wanted?” he asked as he left another mark, “To be my whore?”

“Yes,” you moaned, leaning into his chest as he rolled your nipples between his fingers making your body tingle, “It’s all I want,”

“I wondered how far you’d go,” he said as he removed his lips from your skin and let your nipples free. The absence made you whine. His hands found your hips, turning you to face him again, “Such a needy little thing,” he teased. One hand reached out to hold your chin, forcing you to face him. Ramsay felt himself grow hard as your eyes stared into his silently begging for his touch, “Show me how much you need me,”

Without question you sank to your knees. Ramsay smirked as he kept his eyes locked on yours as you began to work on the laces on his trousers, pulling at them desperately only making yourself struggle more, “So eager to please,” he cooed, “So good,” he said as he took over and finally unlaced the fabric. “Are you going to be good for me?” he asked, his hand still holding your jaw lightly.

As he spoke you reached into his underclothes and released his hard cock which stood proudly in front of your eyes now. It was bigger than you expected but there was nothing you craved more right now. Ramsay growled, gripping your jaw tighter at your silence causing you to finally look back up, “I asked you a question,”

“Yes, my lord,” you whispered, “I’ll be good, I promise,” your eyes flickered back to his cock which twitched at your words. “Please?” you asked, eyes gazing up at him. When he nodded you leaned forward, placing a kiss on its tip making him groan.

Ramsay’s head rolled back as you began to leave soft licks around his tip. You began to trail your tongue down his shaft before swirling it back around the tip. Just as you went to take him into your mouth Ramsay grew inpatient. His hand found your hair, tightening it in his grip. “Fuck,” he groaned as he pushed your mouth down his cock. The feeling made you gag but soon you began to bob your head up and down his length, pressing your down flat against his shaft. Ramsay’s groans and grunts were the only noise in the room beside the crackling fire. He gasped lightly when he felt your hands cup his balls, squeezing them gently in your hands, “More,” he whispered. You began to tighten your grip slightly until moans left his lips. You knew he was close, precum coating your tongue.

His hand tightened in your hair before he suddenly pulled your head off.

You were gasping, spit and precum dripping from your face and his cock, your cheeks wet with tears. Seeing your face alone was almost enough to make him cum. “Why’d you stop?” you asked between gasps for air.

Ramsay wondered how he got so lucky as he looked down at your swollen lips, “Because im not done with you yet,” he said before making you stand by your hair, “I’m not gonna be done for a while,” he said before crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was messy, and your hands moved to tug on his tunic, whining into the kiss for him to take them off. His hands gripped your hips, his fingertips sinking into the soft flesh. “Please,” you whined.

“Do you really think you’re in the position of making orders?” he asked spanking your ass as he spoke making you gasp and him smirk.

“Please,” you whined, your lips chasing his, “I need you please Ramsay my lord fuck me,” you begged as you kissed his face between pleads.

Ramsay practically growled as he began to push you over to the bed. “Is this what you want?” he asked as the backs of your leg hit the wooden frame and Ramsay pushed you back by your shoulders causing you to fall onto the sheets, “To be fucked like some whore?” he said as he began to strip his tunic off.

Your eyes began to rake the exposed skin as he pulled his undershirt over his head. “Not some whore,” you said as you shuffled up the bed, “Your whore,”

Ramsay quickly pulled his trousers off before crawling up the bed, “You’re mine,” he growled as his teeth began to nip at your skin around your chest, “All fucking mine, okay?”

“Okay,” you gasped as his lips took your nipple in his mouth, sucking on it harshly before gently nibbling the sensitive bud. “Fuck,” you whined as his hand moved between your legs.

Ramsay ran a finger up your slit, smirking to himself and releasing your nipple despite your whines, “So wet for me,” he chuckled, “And I’ve not even done anything to you yet,” he said as he moved to rest his legs between yours, “I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he said as he held his length, rubbing his tip up and down your slit already making you whimper, “that you won’t want anything else when im done with you,”

“Please” you whined as your hands gripped his shoulders, “I want you please-fuck” you gasped, your eyes tightening when you felt him push his tip in.

Ramsay’s head dropped, his eyes shutting as he groaned at the feeling. “So, fucking good,” he praised as he began to push in till he was all the way in. “So good for me,” he said, raising his head to meet your eyes. His hands moved, one to steady himself, and the other to run along your throat.

You could feel the burn as his cock stretched you out. Your hips bucked trying to create more friction. You whined when you felt him begin to pull out slightly. “Such a good slut,” Ramsay praised as he thrust back in making your gasp. His hand tightened around your throat as he began to thrust at a fast pace. You could feel a knot growing in your stomach, a burning sensation tingling your body in ways it never had.

Your hands clawed into his back, running deep scratches down his skin as he fucked you into the mattress. his breath was ragged as he tried to keep pace, but the feeling of your fingernails was making it hard not to cum. You understood the struggle as the pressure threatened to wash over you. Ramsay’s head dropped to rest between your neck and shoulder.

When his hand let go of your throat you gasped for air which turned into whines as his fingers moved to rub circles onto your clit. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked between groans. “You're so good for me, so fucking good around me, fucking made for me” he praised as he kissed your neck. Ramsay could feel the way your cunt tightened around him, “Are you gonna cum for me? Come around my cock?”

A loud moan ripped through your throat as the pressure released over your body. His name fell from your lips but that did not stop Ramsay’s pace. Your moans only seemed to encourage him more as his hands moved to your legs, pushing them up to his shoulders and allowing him to hit deeper. “Fuck,” he groaned as his sloppy thrusts sped up as he fucked you through your orgasm, your eyes rolling back to your skull. “Yes,” he began to pant and with a few more thrusts you felt him stiffen above you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your legs. “Fuck,” he groaned as he came, his seed spilling inside you.

Ramsay moved to fall beside you on the bed, gasping for air as he did. After a few moments of almost seeing stars from the pleasure you rolled to the side to curl into his side. Ramsay looked down at you with half amazing and amusement. “You really are perfect, aren’t you?”

“Shut up,” you said, burying your head into his chest as your cheeks flushed.

Ramsay laughed as he pulled you into his arms, “So I can fuck your brains out but can’t pay you a compliment?” he said only making your head bury away deeper, “Oh I'm going to enjoy you little one. That I'm sure of,”

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adalwolfgang · 2 months

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I'm a very new anon here ^^

But could you if you're up for it please write some yandere chop top hcs? Im surprised there's not more for him

-📻

A/N: This is my first time writing for chop-top so this was fun. But that also means he might be a little ooc for some.

'Chop-Top' Sawyer

(Credit to @mo0nlyte for some ideas)

Possessive

Literally acts like a dog with a bone when it comes to you.

You got family? Friends? Anyone else? Not anymore you don't. Just him and his family are the only people you need. Even then he try's to keep you away from his own family while also showing you off in the process. He just can't help but flaunt you around. I mean look at you! You're adorable!

We've all seen him stutter when he get's nervous or excited, oh but with you? Gibberish. Dude has to repeat one word five times just for you to understand him.

But now if he is mad? Yikes.

If he even notices you thinking of escaping the property, you're better off dead. He'll talk the most fluent speech in his life. Hell it practically gives both a Drayton and Bubba a heart attack hearing him talk so 'normally'. If this man isn't stuttering, that's when you know he's anything but happy.

I feel like at the start of this whole ordeal, he would semi-respect your boundaries. I can't stress the semi enough.

He would test the water early in small portions like for example, when he first had you tied up in his room in the corner, he would bring you food and feed you himself. He would also on occasion pat your head if you were good and say words of affirmation. Again, semi.

If you show any sort of fighting back towards his actions or words, 100% delusional. Believes that you'll come around sooner than never no matter your protest.

He'll start getting more bolder, like cuddling you, forcing you to walk around the property with him, sleep in his bed instead of the floor, hell sometimes help him with chores around the house to give you something to do. But he'll never leave your presence. So escaping is practically impossible.

If he does for some reason need to part from you temporarily, don't expect him to be gone long. Even then, as much as he hates it, he'll get one of his brothers to watch you while also threatening them to not lay a single finger on you unless you try to escape. Again, hella possessive.

As much as it may shock others, his brothers start to grow worried and confused as hell. Like Drayton was well aware his brothers, hell his whole family, was crazy. But one of his brothers being crazy for a person? Let alone being all lovey dovey? Might as well tell him the sky is falling!

Overall, there is no escape. You wouldn't make it past their property line let alone the nearest town without getting caught. So you'd best get used to your new life quick before you go insane, or worse, dead.

Or is it the other way around?

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ghostofskywalker · 1 year

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hello! not sure if im in time for the drunk drabbles butttttt...... din x reader where reader calls him a pet name from their native language <3

(id LOVE to see what drunk you would come up with as the nickname 😭 if nothibg else then "sayang" would be very personal to me.. its indonesian for darling ^_^ my darling = sayangku)

hello!! here it is, i hope you enjoy :) i went with the names you suggested because i thought they fit perfectly for din!

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It started a few months after you began to travel with him, the whisper of a word in a language that you didn’t recognize. Too nervous to ask him what the term meant, you could only hope that it was some kind of endearment and not an insult said directly to your face.

It became a common occurrence to hear him say it, and yet you were still too nervous ask what it meant. And the more time you spent traveling with him, the more you fell in love with him, which changed the way you viewed things.

For you, it started out as a slip-up. A quick “Thank you, sayang,” after he handed you something, and you didn’t even realize you had said it at first. It didn’t even seem like Din caught the term of endearment as it first left your lips, as he just continued on with whatever he was doing.

After that first time, and his lack of response, you got a little bolder. You didn’t speak his native language and he didn’t speak yours, and that made things a little easier. And soon, you were noticing the little things you were saying to him nearly every day.

You favored “darling,” or “my darling,” the most, as that was what seemed to fit him the best, and what you hoped he was referring to you as. He had to have noticed at this point, both what you were saying to him and what he was calling you, and at this point it was just a matter of who said something about it first.

Finally, after what felt like forever, you were the one that cracked. “What does ‘cyar’ika’ mean?” you asked one day, as the two of you stared out the windshield of the Razor Crest, watching the blue streaks of hyperspace pass you by.

“I could ask you the same question about what you’ve been calling me,” he said.

“I asked you first.”

“If I tell you, then you have to answer my question.”

“Fine,” you said. “What does cyar’ika mean? Are you calling me stupid to my face?”

“I would never do that,” he said. “And to answer your question, it’s a term of endearment, similar to ‘sweetheart’ in basic.”

You couldn’t help the way you suddenly fell in love with him even more. He had been calling you ‘sweetheart’ for weeks now?

“Now it’s your turn to share,” he said, and even though you couldn’t see his face, you could tell he was smiling.

“‘Sayang,’ it means ‘darling,’” you responded.

“It seems like we both had the same idea then,” he said, turning his chair around to face you, and reaching out to take your hand.

Din Djarin wasn’t a man of many words, but this little gesture told you everything that you needed to know, only making the feelings in your heart grow.

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spacexseven · 2 years

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tuna quick concept for you: drunk yans. hear me out.

flirty!drunk chuuya. even when hes a yandere he somehow also manages to be a tsundere. sure, he stalks you and frets and sends you gifts and wants to kill anyone who gets close to you… but that doesnt mean he has a crush on you! dont be so arrogant! his “flirting” is a lot of getting nervous, saying something super rude or embarrassing, and then wanting to punch himself in the face about it for the next week. (especially with mean! subordinate au chuuya who is already flustered cuz he knows you dont like him) but when hes drunk? entirely different story. he usually scowls and looks away when you try to greet him, but now he’s so happy to see you he’s about to fall out of his seat. as soon as youre within arms reach hes all over you. touchy touchy touchy. hangs off your arm and giggles, every so often burying his red face in your neck and nipping at you. if you move away he just giggles some more before tugging you back over. he’ll only get bolder as he gets drunker, eventually moving over so much that he’s just fully sitting in your lap (for my male/amab readers he might start teasingly grinding down on you at this point) and spending the rest of his consciousness muttering about how pretty you are. might grab your face and try to kiss you but will completely miss and headbutt you. cue more giggles. he can only hold his liquor for so long, so eventually he’ll just curl up and go to sleep and you can carry his 10 pound ass out. expect him to avoid you like the plague for a while if he manages to remember.

emotional!drunk dazai. yan dazai plays his cards close to his chest with you to start out with. the idea of you knowing just how much he wants you makes him anxious, out of both resistance to vulnerability and fear of scaring you off. he’ll be pretty aloof, maybe even cruel, to try to offset his growing desires. it becomes harder as he gets more attached to you to not pounce on you and smother you with his affections every time you enter his sight, but hes determined. but then he gets drunk and all bets are off. it could be for any number of reasons, trying to give himself alcohol poisoning, oda and ango or the ada inviting him out to unwind, whatever. he ends up the same way, miserable. all he can think about is how he wants to die, needs to die. how pointless living is and how hes so empty and- you. he starts to think about YOU. how happy you make him feel. and once he gets his hands on you theres no way out. he’ll either start wandering around looking for you or the people he’s with will bring you to him cuz he keeps muttering your name sadly and its getting hard to watch. its certainly a sight, seeing THE dazai with wide eyes brimming with tears, tugging at your shirt and whining. if you try to get away he’ll start sobbing and throw his arms around you and beg you not to leave him so just let him do what he needs to do. hope you wanted to spend you night with dazai (who, if this is mafia dazai, might be your boss) snuggling you and murmuring insane little rants about his feelings for you into your neck, which he only stops doing so he can kiss you wetly on the cheek. if you think you can just play along til you get him smiling again and then leave you’re sorely mistaken. he WILL notice you trying to sneak out and WILL grab your hand and nervously ask where you’re going, already starting to get upset again. you’re in for a long night.

was gonna do more but it turns out im a LIAR and this wasnt quick at all. let me know if you want more ig i dont know why this made me so insane. I got sleepy drunk ranpo and clingy drunk aku on the back burner.

- 🩹

SLEEPY DRUNK RANPO!!! YES

cw: yandere characters, intoxicated characters, non-consensual kissing.

maybe one night a large group of people from the pm decide to go drinking and of course dazai tags along. he just wants to get under your skin so badly all the time that it would be more surprising for you if he didn't come. chuuya, on the other hand, you were not expecting. the executive probably had better places to be than a seedy bar in the heart of the city. it doesn't seem like his scene but...what would you know?

as the night progressed, the two higher-ups drank an alarming amount. chuuya was the first to succumb, intoxicated and whiny. you've always known chuuya to be somewhat stern, even when he helped you out, it was accompanied by a scoff and he would stride back as swiftly as he came. so it was understandably shocking when he slumped down against your front. you were painfully stiff as he laid his head on your chest and an arm around your muddle. chuuya was half-falling off the seat and whining into your ear about how warm you were as you sat, frozen.

he raises his head and started placing sloppy kisses down your neck, pausing periodically to giggle before continuing. a clumsy hand squeezes your thigh and he starts trying to proposition you in what he might have thought was a sexy whisper, but sounded more like him slurring and mumbling to himself.

his messy attempts at kissing were quickly averted by a slight move of your head, but he doesn't give up, continously alternating between pouting, giggling and kissing. eventually, to your relief, he finally slumped over, breathing slowly as he falls asleep.

now, to drag him back...

dazai was out with everyone only because you were there, though he wouldn't admit it. him trying to outdrink chuuya was just a sad attempt at a distraction that he ended up taking too seriously, eventually becoming inebriated enough to blank out ane then start dozing off.

he snaps back awake to stare at you with wide eyes, his mouth agape as he attempts to process the scene.

"[name]? you..." and then he starts bawling his eyes out, grabbing onto you with a surprisingly strong grip.

dazai also clings on to you all the time, sobbing about how much he loves you and please don't leave he won't hurt you again! he doesn't kiss you as much as chuuya but he is surprisingly talkative (although most of it is indecipherable).

he doesn't ever let go, and you have no choice but to escort him back, knowing everyone else was terrified of the executive. hopefully he won't wake up embarrassed and decides to take it out on you.

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thiccweebtrash · 1 year

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Something Precious

Disclaimer: Art is not mine

Request from @wacky-nerdchick I really hope you like it!! Im so nervous!! 😁🫠

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Questions began to arise about Sullivan's new found grandson. One of which was about his mother. So to help keep up appearances, you were appointed to be his "mom." Of course, like Iruma, you lived in the Sullivan household as the Chair Demons "daughter," and also like Iruma you were human. You took to the role very quickly, being the loving, nurturing, and very fearless mother for the young boy.

You were hired on at Babyls more so as Sullivan's secretary, he wanted you close being you were nowhere near as timid and cautias as Iruma. Not one bit. You were much bolder, unafraid of the fact you worked with and around demons that would devour you if they knew you were human. It wasn't uncommon for you and Kalego to go head to head especially when he would bad mouth your precious "son."

Balam would be the one to break off the fight. The man would throw you over his shoulder and speed off to his office where he'd lock his door and attempt to scold you about your position. Thanks to Iruma, he knew you were human.

"You need to be more careful!" He'd say, "do you understand the danger you could get into!" But the scolding never lasted long, all it took was one hug or a gentle hand grab, looking at him with your soft doe eyes and saying, "But you'd protect me, wouldn't you, Shichiro?" And the demon was basically putty in your hands.

Where most would run and hide from his skinship, you would happily accept it, and even return the gesture, which caused this great, fearsome looking demon to melt. When he'd place a hand on your shoulder, you would gladly place your hand over his. If he patted your head, you would lean into him, resting your head on his chest. You were fond of him.

It was the moment you saw him sitting in the school gardens, petting and playing with small demon rabits did your heart skip a beat. His gentle nature, the way your heart would flutter when he smiles at you, the way your skin tingles with heat when he touches you. It was no suprise you developed a deep crush on him, and you believed he felt the same. The way he'd seek you out in the crowded halls, the way his hand would brush yours before he tangled his index and middle fingers with yours. He would schedule times during lunch a few times a week to talk about differences in humans and demons and the world's they lived in. He wanted you prepared and safe by understanding more about the Netherworld.

Today however, was going to be different.

All morning you had preped yourself, giving your self a good pep talk that you would take it an extra step further. You did one last small spin in your full length mirror, happy with the white sundress covered in a light green leaf pattern that you chose to wear before heading off to the school.

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Your eyes never left the clock, causing time to seem like it was dragging on. When lunch came around, quickly you darted from your desk to Balam's office, giving his closed door a small knock. "Come in." He deep voice rang, making a smile grow on your face which only widened when you see him sitting at his desk, his drawing pen in his hand and a half finished picture book laid in front of him.

"(Y/n!) Let me make some tea!" He nearly jumped from his desk, the action causing him to bump the desk and things to fell to the floor. "Here, please sit, I'll clean this quick!" He gestured to one of the stools by his book shelf. But while he was distracted with picking things up off the floor, you made your way to him. You can do this, you told yourself, you can do this!

You slowly bent down next to him, gulping. Your heart was pounding in your chest, for a second you thought it would burst. Your hands were shaking as you reached for him, eyes fluttering shut. It's nothing huge, just a small kiss on the mask is all.

It was when your hands cupped his cheeks and lips made contact with something soft and warm, instead of cold metal did your eyes snap open. In the midst of picking things up from the floor, his mask must have fallen off, and instead of it, you were actually kissing him, his lips, his scar, his fangs. His wide eyes were on you and in a moment you jumped back. "I... I'm sorry, i... uh..." Your face definitely was putting the color red to shame. Flustered you quickly turned and left his office, face to the floor, to afraid to meet his gaze after such an embarrassing moment.

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The next few days where awkward, you avoided the halls, his classroom, him. You even held your tounge with Kalego. Your akward behavior even grabbed your "son's" attention. "Is everything okay, uh, mom?" Iruma asked. "Yes, i'm fine dear, just a bit anxious!" You lied, he looked more surprised then worreid now. "You? Anxious? But how, your so bold!" You pat his head with a smile, "Hey now, even the bravest of people can feel scared to ya know."

Guilt had began to take over as you couldn't help but think how you possibly ruined what you and Balam had. You knew how slightly self conscious he was about himself with his mask off, and how he wore it so he wouldn't look as ferocious and wouldn't scar away students and creature he loved to pet and hold. However you could only imagine how he felt when you ran out on him without an explanation.

It seemed he too was avoiding you being he never called nor texted you since the kiss. You hadn't even caught one glimps of him like you used to, not even around Kalego. Did he hate the kiss? Did he dislike you? Did he not think of you like that? Did be want to eat you more now? Does he think you fear him because of how you ran away? Your mind was a frenzy, so much so you hadn't noticed the figure closing in from behind you as you walked down the hall.

With a sudden gasp, you felt yourself being pulled into a near by room. Before you could scream you hear a familiar voice. "It's okay, it's okay, it's me." Wide (y/c/e) eyes met his, red beginning to dust your face. "B... Balam!"

"I've been looking for you, I was worried someone found out you were human and got you. But I found you. But that's because i followed your human scent. Did you remeber your purfume today?" One of his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close against his chest while the other brushed hair behind your ear. Without thinking you quickly blurted, "I'm so sorry, I wasn't afraid of you or you without your mask I just... I meant to kiss you on the mask and when I kissed you i... I got scared that you would be upset or you didn't feel the same and...."

His free hand pulled his mask off while you stammered on. Balam silences you when his mouth pressed to yours. Your eyes widened a moment before closing. Your body moving on its own and pressing more into him, one of your hands resting on his chest. He pulled away first and held you close. Feeling his tight hold on you had you feeling weak. Never had he held you like this, normally it was gentle touches or soft hugs, but this was different. His hold on you right now reminded you of someone holding something they never wanted to lose.

"I... I'm sorry, I thought you'd hate me after what I did, so I..." you stopped when you felt his forehead press against yours. "I could never hate you (y/n). You're very precious to me." His words made your stomach flutter, your legs nearly giving out when he took your hand in his, interlocking his large fingers with your tiny ones, your body pressed more into him from the weakness that came with the wave of relief that flooded over you. "Y... your precious to me too." You sighed, pressing your face more into his chest and wrapping your arms around him the best you could.

Suddenly you felt a cool mist hit your skin and jumped back a bit. In Balam's hand was a spray bottle, "Sorry, but I don't want anyone else picking up on your scent." Balam said, scratching the back of his head. You smile and eagerly take his hand in yours. "Let's go, you'll be late for your lesson."

"S...shichiro?" The familiar and shocked voice of Kalego turned you both to stone.

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𝐃𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐁𝐚𝐣𝐢 + 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨

pairing: baji x f!reader

warnings: smut, somnophilia, DC, explicit consent given when awake, oral (f!receiving), implied vaginal penetration at the end

tea’s note: really wrote this on no sleep and not proofread im so sorry friends and lovers, but anyways day 10 is down, look forward to lauren’s fic tomorrow: ushijima + breeding, but for now enjoy <3

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All night Baji’s been missing your presence next to him, constantly checking his texts hoping to see your notification pop up. Tonight’s a cause for celebration, a risky deal that everyone had been anxious about was finally resolved. And Baji and the boys hit the bar. While all his friends are fooling around, placing bets on who will be the first to take someone home, Baji remains seated. His head swims with thoughts of you. How you’re probably getting ready for bed by now, slipping on one of his shirts as you cuddle into an empty bed, all alone. His heart yearns to be home, holding you tight in his arms, but for now, he’s on celebration duty.

He tunes out the raucous laughter of his friends, instead focusing on how his shirt would be much too large for you. He thought about how it would cover down to mid thigh, and how you don’t like wearing pants to sleep, leaving him plenty of access for when he gets home. His dick strains in his pants, and he rushes to subtly to adjust himself. He forces himself to focus back on the present, not allowing his willpower to snap to return to you.

After a few more hours drag by, Baji stumbles home. While his cheeks are flushed and he’s a little more off balance than usual, he’s not drunk. Baji’s a big guy, and even though he drank more than almost everyone there, save for Draken and Pah-chin, he can barely feel the liquor that courses through his veins. At most, he just feels happier, lighter. Needier. He has enough self control to be able to stave off his most depraved and obscene thoughts, however, you constantly dwell in the back of his mind. You practically live there, so it would be a lie to say that Baji stopped thinking about you entirely.

But now, he does his best not to trip over his feet as he climbs the stairs to your apartment, fumbling with the keys when he reaches the door. The lock clicks and he pushes it open, greeted by a dark and still living room. He heads to the bedroom, cracking the door open slightly to see your resting figure, just as he had predicted. You look so precious in the soft glow of the moon, your features peaceful and unaware.

Baji smirks, baring his canines as he slowly pulls the covers off you, careful to not wake you up. His eyes darken with hunger as his gaze rakes over you, starting at your breasts. He witnesses how your nipples pebble at the cold air and fights the temptation to latch his mouth onto them that very moment. Instead, he takes his time marveling at the rest of you, noticing your bare legs sprawled out, giving him a perfect view of your panties. Specifically the growing dark patch of slick, and his mouth waters.

How cute, Baji muses, she’s been dreaming of me. He commends your patience and wants to apologize for making you wait so long. He licks his lips and slots himself between your spread thighs, hands wrapping around them to keep you open and on display for him. He stares right at your clothed cunt, wondering how he’s going to get them off you without waking you. He shakes his head to himself. That’s a problem for later, right now, he needs to feel you on his tongue.

His eyes stay glued to your face, watching for any signs of stirring, as he places a sweet kiss right onto your clit. He senses nothing, except maybe the slightest hitch of your breath. He continues, growing bolder, and licks a fat stripe over the damp spot of your arousal. At this he feels a small twitch of your hips, but nothing consequential.

He dives in again, harsher this time, his tongue running over the drenched piece of fabric till it clings to your folds so tightly he can see its outline. The stronger his strokes get, the harder you squirm. But Baji isn’t surprised you’re still asleep, you both know you sleep like a log which is why you agreed to him having his way with you in the first place. Nevertheless, your sensitivity outweighs your slumber and your hips buck in his tight grip.

Breathy whimpers tear from your lips and your head falls back, digging into your pillow. Your eyes scrunch tighter together, as if your consciousness is fighting your pleasure over which brings more bliss, rest or Baji’s tongue. Amidst the thrashing, Baji finds the perfect opportunity to slip your panties off. Once removed, the uninhibited essense of you floods his senses. The feeling of your tight, fluttering walls coupled with your divine taste overwhelms him, and suddenly his restraint is gone. He pushes his face deeper into you, humping the soft sheets beneath him, desperately seeking a respite from the unbearable ache.

Your eyes slowly open after Baji’s tongue licks a certain spot on your walls, your hips never ceasing their jerks. Sweat covers your body as your mind’s groggy haze is replaced by a much denser and familiar fog. Your eyes shoot down, and the sight below you almost makes you cum on the spot.

Baji’s tongue buries deep in you, his eyes screwed shut as he attempts to lick up every single drop, getting lost in your taste. His hips rut uncontrollably into the mattress and the vibrations of his moans feel delicious against your clit.

Your hand shoots down to fist into his hair, tugging on the pretty locks.

“Shit, baby, didn’t mean t’ wake ya,” Baji pants, breaking away from your cunt to catch his breath. “Y’just taste so damn good, can’t get enough.”

His head dips back down to give a pointed lick. When he looks back up at you, his mouth and chin glisten in the dim moonlight with your juices. An insatiable, ravenous expression crosses his features as he stares up at you.

Your body’s already exhausted, but you’re dead set on making him feel good too. You pet his hair lightly, smiling down at him as you beckon him upwards. “Kei, come here.”

He scrambles up your body, wasting no time diving into your arms. His cock twitches against your stomach as he presses himself against you, holding you so close to him. He nuzzles into your neck, inhaling your comforting scent and nipping at the sensitive skin of your throat.

You gasp and grind on his shaft, a shudder running up his spine as he feels how reactive you are to him.

“Damn, babe, if you wanted my dick so bad, all ya had to do was wake up sooner,” Baji grunts jokingly. “But now that you’re up…” he aligns himself with your entrance, rubbing your folds teasingly.

“Just put it in already,” you huff impatiently.

“What’s the rush, baby? We have all the time in the world.”

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