hiii đ I REALLY LOVE UR GOJO X YN SO MUCHHH đđ I was also wondering like maybe what if y/n has a wound, like any where 𼲠it could be either on her back, arms, legs but she doesn't wanna tell gojo abt it and she hides it, then he will find out about it either she winces when gojo hugs her, starts wearing long sleeved clothes or her shirt lifts up while sleeping 𤧠TYSMMâ¤â¤
strain â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: I am honored that you like my works, love! hope you enjoy this as well đŤśđ𫶠also happy birthday to the man, the myth, the legend: gojo satoru!! (itâs still his birthday in my country so hush I am not late)
you are more than a capable sorcerer. in fact, you are one of the strongest in the field.
however, like anyone else, there are some moments where things get a little out of hand, and you come back bearing a rather long slash on your left arm.
but since itâs pretty late, you decided you will bother shoko about it in the morning. that is how youâre finally in your home, with satoru nowhere to be found.
you frown lightly at the fact that he is still out there fighting curses, but a part of you feels relieved that you donât have to explain your situation right now.
the night should pass by smoothly, and you will go to shoko tomorrow: a fool-proof plan!
so you do what you can to sanitize the wound, and cover it until you can get it treated properly. you also take the chance to indulge in your favorite snack as a good job treat.
after finishing your food and tidying up for the day, youâre finally in bed, all-cozied up and avoiding anything touching your wound as much as possible.
a deep breathe in, a deep breathe out, and you slowly drift to sleep.
not much time passes before satoruâs familiar footsteps echo throughout the house.
your husband has an abundance of energy.
but it seemed like todayâs missions have drained him a bit more than normal, so he skips eating anything and heads straight to your shared bedroom.
his heart softens, and his muscles relax upon the sight of you tucked in bed. he walks to press a small kiss on your forehead, quickly changing into his pajamas and settling right by your side.
he stretches a bit and turns to spoon you as per usual, eyes closing in contentment.
but you wince, even if adeptly, and it sends alarms ringing through his head.
he jerks up, and his hand is instantly placed on your arm again, softly. there is an ever so faint change in your expression as your eyebrows furrow, and he has never pulled his hand away so fast.
he keeps debating in his head whether to wake you up or not, but he swiftly settles for the former.
he needs to know what happened. so he, regrettably, nudges your sleepy form, ây/n?â
you groan, but, nonetheless, you reply, ââŚwhat?â
while satoru often likes to base theatrics around his every move and phrase, but he also knows when to get straight to the point, âdid you get hurt on todayâs mission?â
youâre no longer half-asleep, and you quickly sit up, eyeing your husband. knowing there is no escape nor denial, you fidget with your fingers and nod slowly.
then you hurriedly utter, âbut I was going to see shoko first thing in the morning; I promise!â
he nods slowly, holding your hands in his own. youâre left to look him in the eyes. satoruâs eyes being exposed makes him feel so vulnerable, or at least thatâs how he is with you.
you can see every wrinkle, and every crease; you can see what he is thinking about in real time. he has long given up hiding anything from you, and, besides, it feels fresh to just let go.
but right now, as you look into his eyes, you see them swarming with confliction, pain, and worry.
he doesnât scold you about not going right now because he knows that you will tell him that you either thought it wasnât a big deal or that you didnât want to bother shoko with it.
instead, he settles on a hushed whisper of âcan I see it?â
you throw him a confused look, âwhy? I am getting it treated tomorrow anyway,â then you smile, âitâs not going to permanent if thatâs what youâre worried about.â
he shakes his head, âitâs not that; I justââ he takes a deep breath then looks at you pleadingly, âjust let me see it.â
perhaps itâs to silence his thoughts and to show him that youâre truly okay, as okay as you can be.
youâre still alive, and thatâs what matters, he thinks. nevertheless, he feels the need to see just how serious is the wound anyway.
reluctantly, you slowly take off your jacket to reveal the poorly bandaged gash on your arm.
he looks up at you, asking for permission because even if he needs to see it for his own selfish reasons, he has to put you above anything and everything else.
you nod, giving the free reign to slowly take off the bandages. you can barely hold back any pained noises, but you canât help the wincing of your body.
satoruâs frown deepens, and with every move, your husbandâs heart aches. it goes like that until the wound is finally unveiled.
you feel satoru observing the cut so intently that you look away. satoru curses everything that he can think of, and never has we wanted the ability to heal others more than right now.
he straightens his back, âthatâs a deep cut, yâknow.â
âI knowâŚâ
âyou also realize that the wound couldâve hit your chest and inevitably heart, right?â
you huff, âlisten, if youâre going to give me a lecture or keep making me feel bad about it then I will have you knowââ
âyou couldâve died.â
you notice the strain in his voice, so you turn to finally look eyes with him. he looks pained, so hurt, maybe even terrified at the fact that there was a chance that he couldâve lost you.
your expression immediately becomes that of sympathy, âbut I didnât, and dwelling on the fact that I mightâve died will only bother you for no reason,â you hold his hand, âI am here and alive, arenât I?â
your husband sighs, resting his head on your right shoulder, âyouâre hurting my poor little heart whenever you put yourself in danger like that.â
a giggle escapes your lips, and your hands naturally find their way in his hair, fingers gently carding through, âwhatever shall we do.â
âif things went my way then you would just stay home looking all pretty like you always do,â he states, and you roll your eyes.
âwell, theyâre going my way tonight, soââ the clock strikes twelve, âhappy birthday, silly boy.â
his eyes widen and he pulls away to look you in the face. he blinks dumbly then looks at whatâs in your hands: a cupcake with a candle.
a wide grin of unbridled joy appears on your husbandâs face. his eyes shimmer in the moonlight as he laughs, âI really didnât expect it this time!â
âyou outdid yourself, pretty girl,â he hums, hand caressing your cheek.
âI still have a lot more things for you,â you beam with pride. satoru canât contain himself anymore, and he pulls you into a loving embrace.
âI love you so much,â he murmurs beside your ear, pressing a light kiss to the side of your neck.
you pat his back, âI love you too, âtoru,â you laugh, âbut youâre pressing on my wound, and I think I am just going to cry and not because of overwhelming love.â
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synopsis: how they react when they find out youâve never had a date on valentineâs day
based on the prompt: âyouâve never had a valentineâs date?â
characters: diluc, kaeya, mona, zhongli, xiao, kujou sara, kazuha, itto, tighnari, cyno, and childe x gn! reader (separately)
warnings: fluff, a bit of angst in some of them, these are meant to be pre-relationship but you can interpret them how you want
notes: releasing this a day early because i know iâll forget about it tomorrow lmao. also i was gonna do more for this than just a bullet scenario, but then i realized there was only like a week left until valentineâs when i wrote this so i couldnât do anything big đ but i did really like this prompt so enjoy!
diluc:
his facial expression contorts into one of confusion as he wipes the inside of the glass in his hand
youâre sitting in front of him, legs crossed one over the other as they dangle over the barstool youâre on. your head rests in your hand innocently, as if what you had just said hadnât affected you at all
youâve never had a valentineâs date?
no. diluc just canât accept it, at least, thatâs what he decides as he puts the glass down and starts to remove his apron
before you know it, his hands are gripping yours, pulling you out the door and into the now sunset painted city you called your home
valentineâs wasnât over yet, and diluc was sure as hell going to make sure you got that date
kaeya:
he laughs, his smile wide and his eyes teasing as he blinks through his tears
but then he sees the way you grimace and your eyes look anywhere but at him. he sees a sense nervousness and embarrassment wash over every inch of your face
he feels awful
kaeya hadnât meant anything bad by his laughter. truthfully, he thought you were joking with him because, how could someone so utterly beautiful in every which way, someone so full of life, someone so perfect never have been asked on a date on valentines?
you were all he had ever wanted and more, and yet you werenât even his
apologies come flying out of his mouth for a solid two minutes before you assure him itâs okay and, as expected, that stupid smirk appears on his face again
his hand is latching onto yours as he leans in close, asking you to join him on a date so he could make it up to you
and although he seems rather nonchalant on the outside, his heart is beating rapidly on the inside, begging you to accept so he could finally make you his
mona:
her mouth falls open at the sound of your response to the question
then it shutsâŚand then it opens again
meanwhile, you have to keep yourself from laughing too hard because of the way she currently resembles a fish
she huffs as she ignores your muffled laughter and tosses the pen she had been writing with to the side and gathers her papers on her desk
youâre still laughing, but her face is as serious and determined as ever
and before you know it, you were getting dragged out of her room and into yours. and your best friend tells you to get ready, as glammed up or as comfortable as you want
she was going to take you out on the best damn date of your life and maybe, just maybe, finally confess her feelings to you
zhongli:
his eyes widen in shock and he immediately sets his tea down to clasp his hands together
heâs silent, thinking carefully about what to say to your response to his question. honestly, he looks like someone had just murdered his grandma
deep down, he wants to ask why
but he doesnât want to hurt your feelings or make you feel bad never having a date on valentineâs
his hand aches to reach for yours and hold it tight in his. secure it with all his adoration and love for you, make you realize heâd do anything to take you on a date â valentines or otherwise
slowly, his eyes reach back up to meet yours and he stands, unclasping his hands and extending one out for you to hold
âif you do not mind, i would like to have the pleasure of being your first valentineâs date. and, perhaps if you enjoy it, you would consider allowing me to take you out again.â
xiao:
he scoffs â why were you even telling him this anyway? he didnât even like valentineâs day so what does this have to do with him?
yet, he doesnât miss the way his heart seems to skip a beat before pounding furiously against his chest
was he angry? upset? emotional? sad? he wasnât sure but, whatever it was, it was not a good feeling
he masks whatever emotion it was and displays the most neutral expression he could come up with
because, no, xiao is not jealous and most definitely does not care
yet, as much as the adeptus claimed to hate valentineâs day, he couldnât help but feel the slightest bit interested if it means he gets to spend the day with you
his eyes avoid yours and a small blush crosses his face as he offers a proposition:
âif you would likeâŚmaybe you could spend the day with me?â
kujou sara:
her arms cross as she leans sideways against the wall, staring directly at you as she scoffs
âwho wouldnât want to take you out on a date?â
shit
the general definitely did not mean to say that out loud
suddenly, sheâs standing upright and stuttering left and right as you stand in front of her in shock
her hands are waving in front of her face sporadically as she desperately tries to explain herself
but then your silence turns into laughter and it feels like the world around her completely stops as you reassure her that itâs okay and that youâre actually quite flattered
embarrassed as she is, sara sighs and stares at anywhere but you, âi know itâs your favorite, so meet me at uyuu restaurant at 7 tonight. please donât make me regret this.â
kazuha:
he offers a gentle smile and covers your hand in his own
âthatâs okay, neither have i.â
youâre quick to ask him why, but heâs quick enough to ask you the same
youâre dumbfounded, but argue that you asked him first. and he explains, saying that heâs always preferred the wind and spending his time in nature rather than out on silly dates
and your eyes loose their shine a little, not only upset because you have to talk about the fact that no one had ever asked you on a valentineâs day before, but also because it meant you likely wouldnât have the chance to ever go out with him
and he notices, because thatâs just how kazuha is
âjust because i said i donât prefer to go on dates, doesnât mean i donât enjoy them. in fact, i would greatly appreciate it if you would join me at chinju forest later today. perhaps we could have a picnic and enjoy the scenery together?â
itto:
he gasps loudly, almost as if heâs in a horror movie and the killer just found him
it scares you at first, thinking that his sudden expression was not in reaction to your response, but then you realize itto was in fact reacting to you
itâs just his dramatic nature
his hand is over his heart and his eyes are shut, acting as if heâs in pain
âoh no! no, no, no! this just wonât do!â
and you laugh whole heartedly at him. a smile irresistibly tugs at your lips and your eyes are all wrinkled
and when you recover, ittoâs looking at you with the brightest, most fondest look you think youâve ever seen in your life
and it hits you: he was trying to make you laugh so that you wouldnât feel bad
and then heâs all serious, but you can tell heâs really just nervous, âuh, hey listen, i can take you outâŚbut only if you want! not that you have to or anything â no, no that would be uhâŚyeah!â
tighnari:
âvalentineâs day is a rather trivial holiday. thereâs no need to be so upset about never having had a date.â
your eyes fall to your hands as he says those words. not that he sees of course, seeing as heâs turned around at his desk, writing away at some papers
âyeah, no! i get it, youâre right,â you say. but your words donât match your tone, and you hate how quick tighnari is to pick up on it
he sighs and turns around, still fiddling with the pen in his hand, but you donât meet his eyes
you knew he didnât mean it in a bad way, thatâs just who he is, but you couldnât help the hurt you felt when he spoke
and then he sighs again. although, this time a small, but genuine, smile graces his expression, âif a date is what will make you happy, then i would happily take some time off from work.â
cyno:
heâs hesitant to respond
not because he finds it appalling that youâve never had a date on valentineâs day, but because heâs simply not well versed in relationships or emotional comfort in general
his eyes stay focused on the ground and his fingers tighten against the barrel of his polearm
heâs so quiet that youâre not even sure he heard your response
and he continues to think for a few more moments before huffing and just saying everything outright
overthinking wasnât the mahamatraâs style
so he asks you out to dinner that night. not out of pity either, just simply because thatâs what cyno wanted
sure he wasnât a fan of the holiday, but his feelings for you are certainly enough to make him want to celebrate it
childe:
his hand is intertwined with yours as you walk together down the streets of liyue
âwait so, youâve never had a valentineâs date before? as in, this is literally your first one ever?â
you donât respond. instead, you stare at the buildings around you and all the other couples adorning the different restaurants and gift shops
childe isnât stupid. he sees the way you get uncomfortable and instantly regrets making the comment
he speaks softly, âiâm honored, you know? besides, you couldnât get a better first date than me.â
youâre slapping his arm in a matter of seconds, trying to hold back your laugh, but acting angry nonetheless
but then youâre laughing together and you realize, yeah, it really couldnât get any better than him
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Ok but can you imagine if bombshell!reader who is pregnant does fall down somewhere?? Everyone, Spencer very much so, freaks out and she tries to play it off cool even though sheâs really sore. She and baby are ok but she and Spencer are definitely shaken up by this and heâs even more hover-y from this đđĽ˛
ty for requesting <3
pregnant!reader falling and panicking lovely bf spencer, 1.3k
âWeâre like, the dream team,â you say, sewing your arm through the crook of Spencerâs. Heâs trying to zip up your jacket, which is difficult given the ever-growing curve of your stomach. With one arm, itâs hopeless.Â
âWe are,â he murmurs obligingly, thinking about how cold it is outside and how youâve yet to give in to the âugly-festâ of maternity clothes at work. Itâs a shame. You look adorable in them at home. âMaybe you should put on your hoodie.âÂ
âItâs fine, itâs like, three steps between the station and the hotel.â You smile at him. He loves your eyes, your lashes, and he forgets to be stern.Â
âLetâs go, then.â He waves at Emily where sheâs chatting with an officer. âYou ready?â he asks.Â
Penelope pops her head out of the office with her laptop bag tucked under her arm. âLetâs go home, my chickens.âÂ
You and Spencer devolve into one of your murmured conversations, giggling, pressed arm to arm as you and the team emerge from the warmth of the police station and into the cold winter air. Itâs sub zero outside, Spencerâs sure, wanting to get you back out of the elements as quickly as possible.Â
He takes the steps first and holds out his hand a few beneath. Emily laughs, says, âHeâs so chivalrous,â to Penelopeâs delight.Â
âHeâs always been our gentleman,â Penelope says.Â
You look eager to agree. âHeâs my prince,â you tease gently, taking his hand, leaning just a little too far forward.Â
Your foot slips out from underneath you with a sound like a knife scraping the snow. You fall hard and fast, and the horror is that your one leg trips more than the other and you end up slamming flat on your side.Â
Spencer has you up again before the slush can so much as wet your clothes, but it doesnât matter. Your eyes go wider than heâs ever seen them and your lips struggle down into an immediate frown, a wobbly expression, alarm in your voice as you say, âOh, woah.âÂ
âOh my god, Y/N, are you okay?â Penelope asks, she and Spencer rushing down to the bottom of the steps to meet you.Â
âSit her down, Spencer,â Emily says quickly, not scornful or anything but her concern turning her tone hard.Â
âItâs wet,â he says, as his head bubbles up with horrible statistics.Â
âSpencer,â you say tightly, âIâm fine.âÂ
You donât look fine. He yanks his suit jacket off and drops it to the floor, a write off, he and Penelope encouraging you to sit on the bottom step. Your eyes are filled with tears, he suspects from panic and pain at once, and he doesnât really know what to do in this situation for a second, he has to think back. Itâs hard to think and hold your hands at the same time.Â
âItâs okay,â he says, enthusing his voice with false pep.Â
âWhat should we do?â Penelope asks, quicker to panic than the rest of you.Â
Spencer bends down in front of you. Youâre the only person that matters in that moment. âWhat hurts?â he asks, hand hovering over your side. âDoes anything hurt?âÂ
âYeah,â you breathe out, before shaking your head, âWhat aboutââ You cut yourself off. âYeah.âÂ
Spencer takes your wrist. âIâm gonna call Dr. Cordell right now. Okay? Just as a precaution. Thatâs what youâre supposed to do, okay?âÂ
âI think I hurt my hip,â you say smally.Â
With some help from the girls, Spencer gets you back to the hotel. He calls your doctor, and they decide to get you an emergency check up with an antenatal doctor he knows while youâre still out of state. It feels less panicky and more dread while you wait, but the appointment goes well, and youâre given the all clear a few hours after your fall.Â
Youâre uncharacteristically quiet at the hotel. Spencer asks if youâre alright and you say, âOf course,â while he spends the rest of the evening watching you wince.Â
Itâs getting ready for bed where he finally gets you to crack for him. Youâre not expecting to be sore, that much is clear, and youâre bashful asking for his help. âI canât get my shirt over my head,â you say from the bathroom, with no need to shout. He can hear you from his not so casual seat at the foot of the bed.Â
He lost his tie a few hours ago, and his suit jacket lays soggy in a plastic bag on top of his suitcase. He rolls his sleeves up as he eases into the small bathroom, eyes dropping to the naked bump of your stomach where your shirt is pooled. You have a yellowy bruise taking form on your hip. Another on your bump, like the lines of the stone steps.Â
âAngel,â he murmurs, fingers glancing over the bruise gently.Â
âDoesnât hurt.âÂ
âYou donât have to lie.âÂ
You poke him. âHelp me get changed, handsome.â You laugh at your demanding. âPlease help me get changed.âÂ
âSo rude,â he says.Â
He grabs the ends of your shirt and pulls it up your back and over the back of your head so as to not agitate your cut up elbow again. You sigh as he pulls it clean, leaving you shirtless and gorgeous in the bathroom, despite all your worrying. He should tell you. He canât not tell you, really.Â
âYouâre so beautiful,â he says, taking your shoulders into his hands.Â
âEven with the baby weight?â you ask.Â
He rubs your arm. âYouâve never been this beautiful.âÂ
âOh, no, donât say that.â You cover his arm with yours, hand over his, fingers intertwining loosely.Â
âYouâre alwaysâŚâ He leans down. Heâd been about to stop himself, but he continues, lips just an inch from yours, the two of you eye to eye. âBeautiful. Iâm sorry about today, it was my fault.âÂ
âIt was my fault.âÂ
âI shouldâve been more careful, I knew it was cold enough for frost.âÂ
âI shouldâve been more careful,â you say, frowning at him indignantly, âI know how fragile I am right now and Iâm not being careful enough.âÂ
âYou slipped,â he argues. It could only be an accident.
âWhat if she felt it?â you whisper.Â
Spencer was trying to assuage your fears and heâd been planning on a kiss, but a hug feels more important in that moment, a careful loop of his arms under yours. His few inches of height over you are especially helpful in steering clear of your stomach. âShe didnât feel it, Y/N, I promise. You took the fall for her, and the doctor said everything is just fine. She didnât even know it was happening, I swear.âÂ
You let out a long, slow breath. You nod into his should after a few moments. âOkay. Thank you for picking me back up, Spence.âÂ
âThat was impressive, right?âÂ
You poke him some more as you let the entirety of your weight slouch into his front. âYouâre quite impressive, Reid. I felt the muscle.â You kiss his neck, voice dropping to a murmur, âIâm okay.â He hasnât realised how badly he needed reassurance too.Â
âI know.âÂ
âSorry if I was dramatic,â you say.Â
âDramatic?â he laughs, thumb on your neck drawing shapes. âYou tried to tell me you were fine. Thatâs the opposite of dramatic.âÂ
ââŚMaybe I should slow down some. Maybe. Take some days off.âÂ
Spencer kisses the top of your head. âThat could be nice. Youâve been bouncing around for months. We could just spend a couple of days laying down, right? You can try out some of those maternity pyjamas youâre so reluctant to wear.âÂ
âWhyâd you buy so many?âÂ
âIâm trying to take care of you. I thought Iâd finally be allowed,â he says.Â
Your voice turns to a whisper. âYou always take care of me, Spence. You really do.âÂ
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eyes of silver and gold
soulmate au! everyone has heterochromia, one eye is your natural colour the other is your soulmateâs natural colour. once you meet eye contact, all eyes return to its natural colour.
featuring: neuvillette
word count: 1075
cw: soulmate!au, reader is a liyue adeptus, gn!reader, readerâs eyes are GOLD because GOLD, traveler can be lumine or aether (they/them pronouns), intentional lowercase, not proofread
authorâs notes: super duper rushed IM SORRY,,,, this could be written better but yeah đđ iâll do better next time !!! (i love soulmate aus)
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neuvillette blinked at the reflection of himself on the mirror for the nth time. it was not the first time he had done so, but every time he observed the eyes of the citizens of fontaine it made him question what made his soulmate so special.
because one thing for sure, he was almost certain his soulmate was not human.
the chief justice knew the eyes of a human when he sees one. their round iris, and the common eye colours of brown or blue could easily tell that theyâre merely human.
however, his soulmateâs eye replacing his left one did not look like the eyes of a human. it was an unnatural colour, usually similar to the eye colours of those who wield a vision. what caught his attention though, was the pattern of his soulmateâs eye that stood out amongst the others. like how his eyes are of a dragonâs, and lady furinaâs eyes are of dewdrops, his soulmateâs eye, igniting a warm colour, shouted gold.
the first thing he had in mind was the land of gold where the geo element usurper resided. he knew liyue was a land of the adepti, where many immortals who once battled in the archon war still lived in the mountains of amber.
yet for centuries living as the hydro dragon, he had never once encountered his soulmate.
was it because of the distance between them? it was understandable, after all, for an adeptus to remain loyal to their homeland.
he had visited liyue a few times but failed to find this soulmate of his. maybe they were not residing in liyue after all?
neuvillette chose to let fate decide.
he heaved a small sigh as he turned away from the mirror, back to his office desk to continue checking the documents for the next trial.
âmonsieur neuvillette!â a loud, squeaky voice which he knew belonged to a certain floating alien chimed through the door. he watched as surprisingly, only paimon, flew her way into his office with an excited expression.
he blinked confusedly at her unusual demeanour. âmiss paimon,â he called, âhow may i assist you today?â
he allowed her to take her time as she panted heavily. âyourââ she looked up at him and he swore he saw her eyes sparkling a lot brighter than usual. âmy?â he asked.
âsoulmate! we found your soulmate!! theyâre outside!â paimon exclaimed excitedly.
neuvilletteâs world stopped for a millisecond, for he had not known that his soulmate had just traveled kilometres from the southern liyue to the northern fontaine. he did not realize his legs moved on his own, allowing paimon to drag him by the sleeve towards the outside of the opera house.
âmonsieur?â he heard paimon called before snapping himself out of his thoughts. he noticed her looking at him in concern, realizing he had stopped his tracks right by the door. âare you okay?â she asked.
is he okay? he wondered the same.
he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, as if someoneâ or something, was banging the drums inside. he felt the drums getting louder and faster, and he could not feel his legs anymore.
he inhaled sharply. âiâm perfectly fine, miss paimon,â he paused in between, âwell, letâs meet my⌠soulmate, shall we?â
his gaze turned towards the entrance of the door, sensing the melusine looking at him eagerly as she patiently waited for him to get ready. âmonsieur neuvillette! are you going out?â she asked.
he nodded. âyes, i am. thank you very much.â
the melusine by the door clapped her hands excitedly as she immediately skipped towards the door knob before opening it for him. âwell then, enjoy meeting them, monsieur!â
neuvillette watched the door opens before the light outside instantly came greeting him in an embrace.
and the first thing that entered his vision was a pair of heterochromatic eyes that matches his.
you were there with the traveler, dressed in foreign attire not befitting of fontaine. your vision clinging onto your waist like a proud medal. you were by the entrance, surrounded by melusines who were saying how your eyes match their chief justice. he watched how your confused expression tries to have a conversation with the little melusines while the traveler laughed next to you.
the cute moment did not last when the melusines notice the presence of their chief justice, immediately rushing towards him excitedly wanting to ask him about his soulmate. yet his widened eyes had locked with yours, watching your eye adorned with his blueish-purple colour slowly changing back to goldâ the familiar gold that greeted him every morning in front of the mirror.
âmonsieur neuvillette! your eyes!â he heard a melusine exclaimed, their hands holding his sleeve as they jumped happily.
he blinked confusedly at the tugs of his sleeves when a melusine appeared with a mirror in their hands. they showed a reflection of himself where his eyes were back to his original formâ the mixture of silver, blue and purple.
he averted his attention to his soulmate who seemed to be doing the same. you were looking at your own reflection, realizing your eye has reverted to its original form. he watched your surprised expression until you noticed his attention had diverted towards you.
your flushed expressions felt a little foreign to the iudex of fontaine, but he was certainly relieved at the sight of your comfortable state in a foreign region.
he gave you a sincere smile as he placed a hand over his chest as a form of greeting.
âgreetings. iâm neuvilette, chief justice and iudex of fontaine. itâs a pleasure to meet you.â
since birth, neuvillette never understood the concept of soulmates until he was given a chance to experience such phenomenon. from when he had awoken to a change in his appearance to encountering the partner that was given to him by fate, it was a surprise that a being like him could have one too.
in fact, his own soulmate was not mortal either. an adeptus originating from the land of gold, you began your exploration in the continent with the fellow traveler when they could not stop persuading you to follow them to meet someone.
a smile was formed on your lips in return as you introduced your name to him, which sounded nice to his ears. âand itâs a pleasure to meet you too, mister neuvillette.â
maybe he could give this concept a try.
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first time with chris but yall are high affffffff đđđ yall are giggling and moaning and itâs just so cute but it also feels so good LMFAO
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đđđđ! â featuring christopher sturniolo.
pairing. experienced!chris x virgin!reader. â wc: 1.4k
beware of. SMUT! oral ( f!receiving ). mentions of hickies. unprotected sex. floor sex đ. super duper fluffy. use of weed. readerâs first timeâ chris talks reader through it(?)
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࣪ headline. itâs hard to keep focus when you & chris are high out of your minds.
âĄăďźăđ after him being away for three weeks in boston, you & chris finally get to see each other. you both lay on the soft pink carpet that adorns your bedroom floor, chris listening as you describe how disgustingly rude your uber driver was the other day.
ââthen he kept slamming on his breaks hella hard.. on purpose! i swear, it was the worst 40 minutes of my life.â you sigh, getting worked up as you explain the mans sour mood to your boyfriend. chrisâ expression instantly turns into a frown, not seeing how anyone could be so mean to an angel like you.
âbro sounds like the most miserable man in the world. you donât deserve shit like that, mama.â he comforts, leaning forward and placing a kiss on your forehead. you nod as you sit up criss-cross applesauce. âi just wish i had something to distract me, yâknow?â you sigh. you look up at chris to see a bright smile on his face.
you narrow your eyes at the boy, certain he had one of many tricks up his sleeve. he suddenly gets up from his spot on the floor to walk over to the overnight bag he had on your nightstand. âluckily for youâŚâ he pauses as he rummages through the duffel. âiâve got just the trick. here she is.â he says, taking out a perfectly rolled joint, giving it a quick peck before putting it in between his lips.
youâve dabbled in the drug maybe once or twiceâ either with your friends or chris but never alone. you definitely werenât a stoner but you would never turn it down if someone offered.
âyouâll forget all about that loser after we smoke. trust me.â chris assures you as he grabs your candle lighter and holds it up to the joint, sparking up. he takes the first hit, inhaling the drug before pulling it away and passing it to you. you copy his actions, your body immediately relaxing as you lay back down.
chris returns to the floor, his warm body laying next to yours this time. you turn over to look at him to see him already staring at you. the two of you immediately start giggling, knowing this was going to be the best high ever.
itâs been 30 minutes, you guys smoked about half of it before putting it out. nothing but giggles and talks of nonsense has been thrown around the room as your highs increase. you decided to turn on some music so superpowers by daniel caesar plays softly from the tv.
your head lays against chrisâ chest, listening to his heartbeat and the sound of his voice as he speaks. âyou feel better?â he questions, rubbing your back soothingly. you smile up at him and giggle. âway better. thank you, baby.â you thank him, leaning up and kissing his lips. the kiss that was supposed to be slow and sensual soon turns into something more heated and sloppy. full of tongue and spit.
when he pulls away, his eyes scan your features, taking you in. âc-can i try somethinâ?â he asks, slightly stumbling over his words. your eyebrows furrow but nonetheless, you agree, nodding your head to give him the green light. theres a twinkle in his eyes as he situates himself in between your legs. he soon leans back in, connecting his lips with your neck.
he bites down on the skin before running his tongue over the now wound. the whimpers leaving your mouth quickly mix into soft laughter as he continues marking your neck and chest with hickies.
chris sits up for a moment to pull your tank top above your head, grateful that you decided not to wear a bra. his lips quickly latch onto one of your nipples while his hand massaged the other. âfeels so, so good. oh my god!â you yelp when you feel him bite down on the bud. you slap his arm as you both get caught in a fit of giggles.
he tries to fight through his giddiness as he kisses down the valley of your boobs & your stomach before reaching just above the spot you needed him most. chris pulls your shorts off incredibly slow as he remains eye contact with you. you let out a whine as you throw your head back, clearly not a fan of his teasing.
âpatience, mama. patience.â he whispers against your pantie-covered core. he tugs at the waistband, letting the lacy material snap back against your skin. a chuckle escapes your throat, the stinging feeling starting to tickle you.
chris pulls your underwear down, instantly diving into his meal. his tongue darts in every way imaginable, your moans doing nothing but spurring the boy on. he brings his middle finger up to trace your entrance before sliding it in, adding on to pleasure. the light stubble on his face grazes against your thighs causing your moans turn into with laughter. you can feel his infamous smile on his lips as they wrap around your clit.
he suddenly adds a second finger, speeding up the pace as your back arches up off the ground. he gives the pearl one last kiss before resting his cheek against your thigh, his bloodshot eyes focused on you. his fingers continue their brutal movements as he speaks.
âcâmon, baby. let go for me.. let it all out.â chris mumbles against your skin, feeling your tight walls clench him. his words seem to work as your legs begin to shake, pornagraphic whimpers leaving you when your orgasm washes over. he dives back in, licking up all everything you had to offer. your thighs try & close around his head, still being extremely sensitive. âo-okay! chris!â you yelp.
when he finally comes up for air, his lips are plump and wetâ glistening in your juices. he immediately places a kiss on your lips causing you to taste yourself on his lips. âtastes good, donât you?â he asks between kisses, giggles spewing out from the both of you. your freshly done acrylics weave their way down his chest to the very evident bulge in his sweats, palming him through the material.
a low groan leaves his lips before he reconnects them with yours. âiâm ready.â you whisper against him. he looks into your eyes for any sign of doubt or nervousness, only to find none. âyou sure?â he questions, knowing this would be a big step for you. you nod with an assuring smile before pulling him back in for a sloppy kiss.
he shimmies out of his pants & boxers without disconnecting your lips, his dick grazing against the inside of your thigh. your fingers find his hair, tugging on his curls as he spreads your legs farther.
chris backs away slightly, looking down to where your bodies were soon to be connected. he pumps himself lazily, squeezing at the base before running his length through your wet folds, using your arousal as a lube. a throaty moan leaves your mouth at the sensation, your high enhancing the feeling. after a moment of teasing, he finally slides inâ staying still so you can adjust to his size.
once you give him the go ahead, he begins moving at a slow pace. chrisâ head dips down into the crook of your neck, burying his soft whimpers into your skin. âfaster.. please.â you whisper as your nails harshly claw at his back covered by the black muscle tee.
he quickly complies, rocking his hips into yours with no mercy. âdoing so good for me, angel. f-fuck. if you keep that up, iâm n-not gonna last long.â he grumbles, referring to the way your walls clenched around him tightly. you canât do anything but moan & whine, the feeling completely fogging up your brain.
you soon feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter but before you can warn him, chris reaches down in between you two, his slender fingers landing on your clit. a borderline scream escapes your throat as the pleasure takes over.
âmâgonna cum!â you manage to squeak out, his pace not letting up at all. open mouthed kisses are placed on your neck, only adding onto this euphoric feeling. âthere ya go.. my sweet girl.â he whimpers as you release all over his cock. it seems the brunette isnât to far behind you, his thrusts becoming sloppy. youâre all delirious and dizzy that the overstimulation doesnât even register.
with one last thrust, chris releases his seed inside your cunt, broken moans falling left & right. he finally looks up to see you all fucked out, a goofy grin taking over his features. âfucking beautiful.â he giggles, his lips connecting with yours.
if this is where smoking weed got you, being a stoner didnât sound too bad.
solai speaks! â long n awaited chris fic can we say amen!!!!!! im exhausted like you have no clue ugh. surfer!chris blurbs coming soon so keep a eye out <3.
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This js not a request or anything, I just wanted to tell someone about thisđ
SLIGHT ARCHON QUEST SPOILERS!!
(i think, soryrâšď¸)
Fontaine would be SO good for mermaid aus
Like imagine a wrio x mermaid!reader where wrio saw the reader first from that window In his office or whatđŞ
Even better if the reader gets sick or just fatigue from the primodial water
And the guy is like: đąđ
And then boom he has a mermaid with him, In his own officeđ¤Ż
⤠cw: fem!reader, no pronouns mentioned
⤠a/n: OMG OKAY I FINISHED THE AQ && UR SO RIGHT ! this gave me sm brainrot wah i had to write a litto smthg >.< but I can see him being pretty chill about it too⌠(sort of a spinoff to the alhaitham mermaid au I guess hehe)
perhaps every so often, wriothesley would get tiny glimpses of you in between those giant stalks of seagrass, but the moment passes by so quickly that he just brushes it off as nothing. probably just a bubbler seahorse that wandered into the area or something
âeh whatever. as long as it doesnât pose a threatâthere are weirder things out there.â
when he has his first suspicions that primordial seawater might be leaking into the normal seawater, he takes it upon himself to personally check on the pipes and investigate. however, once he gets to the abandoned zone at the end, he finds... a washed up mermaid ?
hes honestly a little bit amused as to how you could've ended up here, and his initial instinct was to just toss you back into the sea. but it's not like you're some otter caught in a fisherman's net; youâre breathing so laboriously and feverish to the touch, on the verge of passing out⌠so he scoops you up and takes you to sigewinne. which is how when you finally come to, you find yourself in a tank in the duke of meropide's office
(some headcanons below the cut ! a little bit suggestive at the end âá˘. ĚŤ.á˘â )
he introduces you to tea, but itâs so bitter ! perhaps mermaid tastes are more aligned with that of melusines because wriothesley basically short circuits when you tell him you prefer sigewinneâs milkshakes
in his attempts to sway you to his side, heâs scouring his collection left and right, brewing different teas that he hopes you might like
âalright, how about this one? it's light, with a hint of sweet flowers and bulle fruit."
"i still like sigewinne's milkshake better."
speaking of sigewinne, she definitely catches all the minuscule changes in wriothesley's facial expressions whenever he talks to you. and so of course she and her melusine friends start adding stickers of you onto his belongings too.
he takes them off to save face but stashes them away somewhere in his desk
once you've recovered enough, he'd help you out of the tank, and when your tail dries into human legs, he'd take you on a tour around the fortress as 'a friend from the overworld.'
however, you notice how everyone else addresses wriothesley with his title and you worry that maybe you've been too casual with someone so important?
so when you also start addressing him as 'your grace,' during afternoon tea in his office, he almost chokes on his own tea. you tilt your head in confusion because his cheeks are so flush and he can barely look you in the eye. it takes him a second to gather his composure
oh archons above it makes him want to do unspeakable things hearing you say that, so at least for now....
"please, just wriothesley is fine."
continuation
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â bestfriend!ot5âs reaction to you offering to help with their boner âĄ
pairing: ot5 x fem!reader (separate)
rating: nsfw, mdni
wc: almost 3k oops đ
warnings: some smut (oral obviously, m receiving), suggestiveness, perviness, pet names (babe, sweetheart, pretty girl), tiniest but brief bit of angst in tyunâs, some alcohol in junâs, beomgyu being an annoying brat lmao
a/n - this took me forever to start (and to finish.. all in one sitting rip my eyeballs) but i loved writing this omg who wants a pt 2 follow-up đŤ˘
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yeonjun: this is the moment heâs been waiting for, yâall
itâs just like any other tipsy late-night shit-talk sesh on yeonjunâs living room floor, until itâs not. youâve been lazily sitting against the foot of his couch facing each other while joking about beomgyuâs latest failure to get laid when somehow the conversation turns to your own personal sex lives. itâs not like youâve never talked about that stuff with jun before; youâre best friends, after all. but something about tonight feels different. maybe itâs because youâve been drinking, maybe itâs because the dim lighting of his living room is giving it a strangely sensual vibe, or maybe itâs the way heâs looking at you- facing you with his chin in his hand as his elbow rests up on the couch cushion, eyes more lidded than usual and sculpted collarbone peeking out from the sweater that at some point had slipped down his shoulder- but when the topic turns to your experiences with oral and heâs in the middle of complaining about how his last fling always gave him the worst head, what comes out of your mouth as you suddenly interrupt him is a shock to the both of you.
âi could do better.â
yeonjunâs eyebrows shoot up. the words had died on his lips. your own eyes are wide as you freeze, before fidgeting nervously, attempting damage control. âi mean.. from what iâve been told. just saying.â you swallow hard as you inwardly kick yourself, avoiding his eyes and his silence as you bring the bottle of soju youâd been sharing to your lips in an attempt to feign casualty.
âis that an offer?â
itâs your turn to be speechless, nearly choking as you set the bottle down a little too hard, turning quickly to stare at him in shock; oh, heâs not joking. he watches you expectantly, a level expression on his face; though if you were to blink, youâd miss the smirk that his lips were threatening to inch up into. when your gaze flickers down to see the tent in his sweatpants that he hasnât even bothered trying to cover, you swallow hard. the tiny crush youâve always harbored for your best friend suddenly seems not so unreciprocated after all. you collect yourself. youâve gotta be cool about this.
âwell⌠do you want it to be?â
your best friendâs hands wrapped in your hair and his shameless moans filling the room as he pumps his cock in and out of your throat isnât exactly how you imagined the night to go, but here you are! you can already tell from the lewd promises and filthy praises that heâs groaning out as you swallow around him â your legs will definitely be sore in the morning. <3
soobin: soobin.exe has stopped working
he didnât mean for you to see, he really didnât. you werenât supposed to be home for another 15 minutes; what else was he supposed to do when itâs the first time all week that his hermit of a roommate has finally left their shared apartment and he hasnât been able to comfortably get himself off since last weekend?
your convenience store run ended in disappointment as the tuna gimbap roll you were craving turned up empty on the shelves. with a grumble you had just grabbed the nearest container of ramen and a snack for soobin before trekking back to your apartment sooner than hoped for (by either party..), not in the mood to sit there and eat as youâd originally planned; but unbeknownst to you, soobin hadnât heard you arrive back home, and also unbeknownst to you, he was stuck in a very⌠compromising position.
âsoob, they didnât have the- oh, fuck.â
rounding the corner into the living room to see your best friend seated on the couch with his sweatpants shoved down around his hips and his head thrown back as his hand fists up and down his very hard - very big cock - was definitely not on your daily bingo card. (or your lifetime one either, to be quite frank.) at the sound of your voice heâs acting faster than youâve ever seen him move, a pillow shoved over his lap and his large figure smushed back into the couch cushions so quick that you question whether you even saw his cock at all, or if it was just your mind playing tricks on you. you decide that it wasnât the latter, however, at the sight of his bright red face and quick, heavy breaths- a deer in headlights as his mouth opens and closes for a few moments, trying to find the words to speak.
youâre in the same boat â what are you supposed to say? hey, sorry that i caught you trying to get yourself off in our shared space that i also own which youâre very much aware of? and by the way your cock is the most beautiful thing iâve ever seen and i want it in my-
wait, what? you donât even have time to process the sudden warmth between your thighs as soobin finally finds his words. well, kind of. âi-iâm so sorry, i swear i didnât- i was just trying to- i thought youâd still be a while, i- itâs been so long since i-â he cut himself off at the last part, an even deeper blush coming over his cheeks at his accidental admission. wonderful, now sheâs gonna think iâm some sort of incel. but the last thing that either of you ever expects is happening as you step forward carefully, approaching his shocked form on the couch before stopping to maintain some distance.
âsoob.. do you want help?â
letâs just say that his best friend slotted between his thighs as she bobs her head up and down his fat cock with eager moans and a mix of spit and pre-cum lewdly dribbling down her chin wasnât exactly on soobinâs bingo card, either. but heâll be damned if he doesnât pay you back for it right after. <3
beomgyu: *laughs in your face* đď¸đđď¸ switch-up
um, did he hear that right?? it was an innocent instance of you utterly roasting each other into the grave with bullying remarks, just another tuesday for the pair of you- youâre just sitting on your bed in your usual criss-cross legged gossip-time position when beomgyu apparently decides that heâs bored laughing at something soobin did and chooses you as the better candidate to laugh at instead. the plushie of yours that heâd had resting in his lap is now a method of defense as you attempt to thwap him over the head with your own plushie, yelling at him to âtake it back!â as he cackles mercilessly after claiming âat least soobin can get bitches if he stops being shy enough, youâre just an all-around lost cause.â
âyou donât even know what youâre talking about!!!â you whine as you finally manage to knock him onto his back, going in for the kill as your leg swings over one of his, your plushie smushing down into his face as his now-muffled giggles still ring out annoying as ever. âi get bitches too!â you defend yourself, although even your own words immediately cause you to cringe; damn, you really do sound like a loser, huh? but your momentary lapse of attention has beomgyu knocking your plushie away, laughing even louder as he responds âthat is EXACTLY what someone who canât get bitches would say.â you groan and smack his chest, rolling your eyes as he cradles himself dramatically. âyouâre literally wrong. iâve dated before! like once. and there was that other guy from the smoothie place last year.. we, like, hung out a few times.â but youâre mumbling now, pathetic to your own ears as beomgyuâs shit-eating grin grows with each word.
âyouâre kinda proving my point, here, babe.â you shiver at the pet name, however condescending his tone may be. god, how is he still so attractive even when you want to strangle the fuck out of him? âyouâre so cocky,â you complain with another roll of your eyes, an attempt to both distract yourself from beomgyu and distract beomgyu from the humiliating topic. he sits up to lean back on his hands as itâs clear youâre finished with your little murder attempt. âyeah, cuz of my monster cock.. that can get bitches.â
thatâs it. the sudden urge to prove yourself to him overtakes you as you snap back, âi bet your âmonster cockâ has never even seen head as good as what i can give.â another laughâ until he realizes youâre serious. the smile falls right off of his face. you donât miss the way his fists clench around the blanket heâs leaning back on; or the slight strain in his voice as he answers, voice suddenly low and almost breathless- âyeah?â
you were right; beomgyuâs cock has never gotten head as good as what youâre giving him right now as your throat bottoms out with a filthy gag, no hesitation when you lift off with a pop before sucking on him hard enough to send his head reeling. you know what.. maybe beomgyu wouldnât mind being proved wrong more often after all. but of course, he has to prove himself to you now, too. <3
taehyun: âif⌠you want toâ he definitely wants to
taehyun was stressed. that was clear to anybody; the recent storm closing the businesses down for the week, including the local gym, and his own job that he of course relied on to pay rent. you had been over at his apartment when the weather took a turn for the worse; so now here you were, snowed in with no where to go, forced to work from taehyunâs computer, eat his food, and wear his clothes. (the latter of which neither of you would admit to being turned on by. âŚâŚ.yet.) taehyun was doing his best to work out from home with what little equipment he had, although he wasnât able to do much, which frustrated him to no end â not as much because he was a gym rat, but more because it was his primary stress reliever. so today it doesnât help, of course, that his pretty best friend is currently sat at his desk in one of his baggy sweatshirts and a pair of sweatpants that she had to roll 6 times to fit her little legs.
he didnât mean to snap at you. when you accidentally knocked his extra monitor off the desk and onto the floor, cracking the screen, it was just because you turned around too fastâ you were excited to see him :(â but itâs the last straw of the day for taehyun. he canât work out properly, his job isnât paying him during the off-time, heâs had a constant boner from you hanging around in his clothes all week, and now- now heâll need to go get his stupid monitor fixed once the weather clears up. âshit, tae, iâm so sorry-â
âgod, why are you so fucking clumsy, y/n?â
the silence causes instant realization as his eyes snap up to meet your wide, now-watery ones. âiâm.. iâm sorry..â you whisper, and immediately he wants to punch himself. âfuck,â he groans as he shakes his head, coming to kneel down in front of the chair you were still sitting in. âiâm sorry, i didnât mean to snap at you like that. youâre not clumsy. i know it was an accident, please donât cry.. iâll pay for the monitor. it wasnât your fault.â heâs murmuring while he soothes his hand up and down your arm. youâre shaking your head as you wipe at your eyes. âno, no, itâs okay; i know you didnât mean to snap. iâm still sorry though. let me help pay for itâŚ. i know youâve been stressed, tyunnie.â you say the last part quieter, gentler as you meet his eyes. he hates that his cock twitches in his pants at something so innocent; but what you say next makes him feel much better about his own perverted thoughts.
youâre nervous about your next words. you really hope youâve been reading the room right this last week. âlet me help you..?â
his eyes widen, before he quickly recovers in an attempt to keep a level expression. âhelp.. me?â do you mean what he thinks you mean??? âthe weather still sucks. thereâs not much you can do, sweetheart.â he chuckles, testing the waters with a pet name as he studies your face carefully for a reaction. his eyes flicker down and quickly back up when your thighs squeeze together marginally in response. a-ha. âno, tyun⌠let me help you here.â you whisper with a soft, testing touch to the band of his sweatpants. oh, so you definitely mean what he thinks you mean.
who really needs the gym or your own closet after all, when you look so pretty on your knees for him with his cock down your throat as he calls you his pretty girl and promises to fuck you so good later just like you deserve? not the two of you, apparently. <3
huening kai: *spits out his drink* coughing fit
kai wasnât kidding when he told you that he might be too busy to hang out if you came over, although this wasnât exactly what youâd had in mind. when you headed over to his apartment you figured he was caught up studying for some big exam or something of the like; what you didnât think youâd find was him yelling into his headset at beomgyu as his fingers flew over the buttons of his controller, leaning forward in his seat with crazy eyes and 3 open cans of energy drinks next to the screen. you sigh. âkai, really? this is what you meant by âtoo busyâ..?â he jumps slightly at the sudden sound of your voice in his room, but doesnât turn around. ây/n! yeah, sorry- iâm just in the middle of- FUCKING MOVE, BEOMGYU! of a tournament right now, been trying to rank up for hours- BEOMGYU!!!â
you wince at the intermittent screaming, plopping down on his bed to watch as you hear gyuâs protests of self-defense piercing through your best friendâs headset. âi think youâll need a hearing aid after this..â you mumble, receiving no response as expected. however, you get bored after scrolling through your phone for a while, sulking shamelessly at the lack of attention you were receiving â although you were warned that if you came over he might not have any to give. you sigh, but you understand; these tournaments are important to hyuka, even if you couldnât care less about them yourself. donât get me wrong, you love gaming too, especially with your friendsâ especially with kai â but you werenât exactly as obsessed as they were when it came to being the biggest legend in this group of - you squint - 100 players that this world has ever seen.
selfishly, you had almost even hoped for more from this evening⌠youâve been trying to drop hints lately at your feelings for kai, although your level of success was yet to be determined. this would be the first instance all week that youâd have some alone time together; despite his claim to busyness, you still figured youâd try your luck by coming over. you eye the 3 energy drinks and his bouncing legs with a chuckle. what are my options here? hmm.. youâd worn some particularly short shorts tonight, knowing heâd definitely notice the plushness of your thighs.. experimentally, you stand up and approach his desk, standing next to it so heâd be able to see you if he shifted his eyes to the right. âhyuka, want me to get you some water? i donât think you need any more of these.â you fiddle with one of the cans on his desk. he hums distractedly in response; you can tell he hadnât heard what you said. âhyuka..â this time you reach out to card your fingers through his hair, effectively causing his fixed stare to snap briefly over to you in surprise; âbrieflyâ turning into a momentary distraction as his gaze catches onto your shorts, flitting back and forth between the screen and your soft thighs. âh-huh?â
âsome water?â you repeat innocently. âo-oh, uh, yeah..â
when you come back, to say youâre shocked is an understatement as the bulge in his shorts has seemingly popped up out of no where, and the bright pink blush on his cheeks tells you he knows it, too. you donât realize youâre standing there staring at it with the glass of water still in your hand until kai quickly mutes his mic, eyes still glued to the screen as he groans âiâm so sorry y/n, please donât think iâm gross, i- i had no time to grab a pillow, weâre in the middle of a battle and my score is-â wordlessly, youâre sinking to your knees and situating yourself beneath the desk. his bouncing legs freeze. âwhat- fuck, w-what are you-â
âcan i help you? you can keep playing your game,â you ask sweetly. the sight of your innocent eyes blinking up at him nearly has him cumming in his shorts then and there as he breathes out, âfuck- are you sure?â
you definitely show him how sure you are as you worship his cock with your throat, all sloppy and wet, making sure his mic stays muted so beomgyu canât hear the way youâre making him whine and moan as he bucks his hips up into your mouth the best he can. now just wait until his tournament is over and he has you all to himself. <3
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So first of all congrats to your 1kkkkđâ¤ď¸
And so for the blurb Like maybe prompt
âDonât make me pull over or Iâll fuck you till you canât speak.â And âlet me take your innocenceâ With Charles Leclerc
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Oh thank youuuu!! And yes... I'm back?
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âPlease mon amour.â Charles grunts, keeping a deadly grip on the steering wheel as he drives through the thin roads of Monaco.Â
âBut Cha, I thought you wanted me to look pretty. Make them jealous, show me off.â I say so innocently, playing with the hem of my skin tight short dress.
âI-fuck, not now and not like that.â He focuses back on the road. Clenching his jaw and placing one of his hands on my thigh. Massaging my skin with warm hands but a contrast of his cold rings.Â
His gesture usually sweet but I knew his tight hold on me was for a different reason.
âI didnât even wear any panties for you.â Muttering the words quietly and watching Charles as he bites his lip.Â
âDonât make me pull over or Iâll fuck you till you canât speak.â Charles spits out, eyes burning holes of lust into my body.Â
âWhat makes you think I donât want that?â I grab ahold of his hand, dragging it further up my burning hot thigh. Forcing his thick fingers to go beneath the fabric of my dress and between my thighs.Â
âFuck, why you being such a brat tonight?â Charles questions as he makes a sharp turn before pulling over. Still not enough time for me to answer, knowing all too well he didnât expect one from me, but I had to ask myself that too. Maybe itâs the way those thick glasses perfectly sit atop his nose and make a tear drip down my leg. Or maybe his suit and how his veiny hands leave you wondering whatâs underneath all that fabric. Is his touch as good as he looks? Is it as smooth as his voice or as rough as the short stubble on his flawless face.Â
âDonât move.â He commands of me. Rushing out of his door to get to mine. Opening it quickly and letting the door slowly rise, gradually revealing the man behind it.Â
âCha-â
âMon amour, you know itâs so hard,â Charles places his hands on each of my cheeks to kiss my lips. Letting his arms drop to soon grab my hips and pull me out of his Ferrari.
âto not touch you when you do that.â Closing the door behind me and leaving no space between us like positive and negative forces.Â
âI do it for you Charles, itâs so hard to act like I donât crave you.â I breathe against his neck, a charm of hummingbirds singing in my stomach as I fill my nose in his parfum.Â
âOh mon amour⌠then let me take your innocence. Let me have you.â
Charles whispers, bringing his head in front of mine so we can see each other directly. It was as if he took the blue from the sky and placed it into his eyes, giving it a reason to be in hues of pink, orange and yellow.Â
âAlways.â I answer in a whisper thatâs barely audible. But itâs perfect for his ears, not needing another word to be said in advance to finally raising my dress. Bringing it to my stomach and giving Charles a perfect view of my truth.Â
My panties, nowhere to be seen. And my pussy, oh it was throbbing and dripping. I didnât have to tell him I needed him, it was obvious from the expression on my face and the silent words my body revealed.Â
He caressed my lower abdomen with the tips of his fingers, teasing me and helping me gain composure for the touch I knew Iâd get. Dragging them lower and lower until he was a mere nanometer from my folds. Eyes flicking back at me once more. And I open my legs further, a silent gesture to tell him to carry on.Â
Immediately making my lips part once Charles makes contact with my folds. Taking no time to find my entrance and pry against it. Gathering my slick and making it easier for him to start sliding one of his thick and long digits inside of me. His finger itself, already stretching my unmarked pussy.Â
âPlease Cha.â I moan quietly, not asking for anything in particular but just more of his touch. Going insane as he starts thrusting in and out, eventually adding another finger and making it impossible for me to stay quiet. Deep and heavy breaths leaving my mouth, and little curses of his name. He pushes me further against the side of the car, making it seem as though heâs about to kiss me with the small distance between our faces. Instead curling his fingers and rubbing my clit with his calloused palm.Â
Allowing me to wallow into the feeling of his hand. Making my imagination seem pathetic. Even as I close my eyes I still see Charles. Trying to just focus on the sensation of his hand but his painfully beautiful face always needs attention. Forcing my hand to grab the back of his neck and close the gap between us. His soft lips fused against mine. Tasting sweeter than honey and more addicting than a drug. I couldnât stop. Pulling his bottom lip between mine, sucking on it before Charles takes the dominance again. Biting my lip and making it more than impossible to part. Not even giving me the opportunity to moan from pleasure. But still somehow, Charles knew I was on the verge of my release. Arching my back and helplessly falling into Charles. Nearly crying as I came around his fingers.Â
His name leaving my swollen lips endlessly, just for me to finally gain clearer vision again and see Charles unbuttoning his pants with one hand. His other fingers that were recently inside of me, now being twirled by his tongue, between his silky lips.
âAmour,â I call him by my own nickname. âI canât, you were so fucking good before, I canât take more.â
âI know you can, and⌠I havenât taken your innocence yet.â Charles states, just as he lowers pants and I grow all the lust I had before, even more. Opening my legs wider and seeming like a delirious woman who craves what she can ultimately have.Â
âFuck, take it. Take it all.â
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coulombâs law (s.jy + s.mt)
working on a science project with two jocks wasnât the worst thing ever.. even if you all got locked in a room together.
word count: 3.1k (unedited đ)
genre: college au, smut
warnings: fingering, creampie, tit play, oral (m. receiving), unprotected sex. literally just smut idk what to tell u đ
a/n: LOWKKKey self indulgent bc AWRF i love matthew and jake. finally back writing yayy!!! first long fic too omgomg pls tell me if u like, it means a lot!
you always had a like for all things science, so when you heard youâd be completing a science project you were ecstatic.
âthis would be easyâ you told yourself.
you believed that until you were paired with seok matthew and jake sim who happened to be your former crushes and star football players for your college.
the two of them knew they were stars. matthew and jake didnât care about doing school work, often paying another student with daddyâs money.
the two were untouchable. because who would bench their best players? especially when theyâre so close to making it to the championship?
when your professor announced your name along with the two boysâ you quickly realized easy was an understatement.
after everyone was given their partners, your professor dismissed class in order for everyone to get started on the project.
you stood up and collected your things, mentally preparing yourself to hear either boy to scoff and tell you do the project yourself.
you made your way down the aisle to the area matthew and jake were sitting in, the two of them were engaged in a conversation
âthey probably didnât hear what the professor even saidâ you thought.
your suspicions were confirmed when jake looked up at you with a puzzled look on his face. the three of you rarely crossed paths, so he had the right to be confused.
matthew saw jakeâs expression and followed his eyes. the two boys staring at you made chills run down your arms, you could sense the judgment in their eyes.
âare you just going to stand there orâŚâ matthew asked, an awkward expression was present across his face.
âright, um, we were assigned as a group for the science project.â you had a tight grip on your books, the way jakes eyes scanned your figure made you feel small.
âscience project?â matthew looked over to jake who shrug his shoulders, âwhat science project?â
you rolled your eyes, âthe professor was literally talking about it the whole time.â
jake chuckled, âall i heard was blah blah blah.â matthew laughed at jakes words.
âwell, itâs due in two weeks so iâd like to get started,â you reached into your pocket to grab your phone.
âgive me your numbers so we can arrange time to work on it.â you stuck your phone out in their direction.
matthewâs eyebrows raised and jake had a smirk growing across his face.
âwoah, asking for my number already? i donât even know your name sweetheart.â jake teased.
you visibly cringed at jakes attempt at flirting, it was no surprise jake would try and fuck anything on legs. you swore to yourself youâd never give in his advances, or so you thought.
matthew grabbed your phone and typed in his name and number before handing it to jake to let him do the same. jake laughed a little as he was typing in his information. he handed the phone back and you saw a heart emoji next to his name.
you glanced up at him and he shot you a wink. quickly looking back down to your phone, you created a groupchat for the three of you. sending a âhiâ to make sure they were in the chat.
âanyways, iâve gotta get going. iâll text you guys later to work out the details.â you gave an awkward smile to which matthew responded with a wave.
âbye, doll.â jake grinned. after you turned you heard a hand collide with someoneâs chest. you assumed that matthew smacked jake because of how desperate he seemed.
texting them was even harder. the boys barely replied. when one of them did respond, it was a short âcanât we have practiceâ
looking down at your phone, you read matthewâs text which was another excuse as to why they couldnât join you.
sighing, you set your phone down and decided to start on the project on your own. you knew from the beginning it would be like this. you felt a bit silly for almost believing theyâd try to work with you.
you were honestly glad they werenât able to show up. the whole process would go by much faster without the two of them goofing off the whole time.
you pulled out your laptop and placed it on the table. glancing out the door of the small room you were in, you noticed the usually crowded library was empty. just you and the nice librarian who was busy tidying up her desk area.
opening your laptop you began to type away, looking at different sources to complete the research portion of the assignment. you were pulled away from your research by a buzz from your phone. flipping it over you saw a text from matthew.
matt: practice was canceled and we donât have anything else to do
weâre coming to work on the project
y/n: okay. iâm in room 28
â*they really wanna work on this project?*â you thought. you shrugged your shoulders and continued to work as much as you could before they arrived.
minutes go by and you hear jake being obnoxiously loud. the librarian told him to be quiet and he said a small âsorry, sorry.â
matthew entered first, jake following behind like a lost puppy. jake shut the door behind him and the two walked over to you. jake slammed his backpack on the table a little too hard making you jump.
âshit- sorry,â he quickly apologized.
âso what do you want us to do?â matthew asked, pulling out a chair so he could sit down.
âwell, iâve started on the research part,â you turned your laptop around to the boys, showing them the progress youâve made so far.
âso you guys could go through and start writing out the experiment we have to do. iâll send it to you.â
the two nodded and brought out their own laptops. you quickly typed away on your computer, sending them the doc you were working on.
matthew was actually focused on working. jake on the other hand kept sighing as his short attention span was creating a problem for him.
âwhy the hell do you keep sighing?â matthew snipped, starting to get frustrated.
âi cant focus.â jake whined, his hands combing through his hair in frustration.
matthew rolled his eyes, âdude itâs only been 30 minutes.â
âactually, itâs been an hour. an hour of doing nothing!â jake exclaimed.
matthew shook his head in annoyance at jake. you felt your body start to ache from being slouched over for so long.
you stood up to stretch, âshould we get snacks? thereâs a vending machine around the corner.â you closed your laptop.
the two boys agreed and stood up to leave the room.
jake reached the door first and twisted the handle. it didnât budge. he started to twist it more in panic until matthew pushed him out of the way to try himself.
the door was locked from the outside.
your eyes widened, realizing you were locked in a room with jake and matthew.
you pushed the two out of the way trying the handle as if you were stronger than the two of them. unlucky for you, the door did not open.
jake groaned and rubbed his face with his hands.
âms. kim! can you come open the door?â you yelled out, hoping the librarian heard you.
seconds passed there was no answer. you let your forehead fall against the door, sighing in defeat.
âlet me try again,â jake stepped up to the door, attempting to open it again. it didnât work.
âi guess weâre stuck in here.â matthew shrugged.
you didnât reply, instead you made your way back to where you were sitting. plopping down in the chair, you opened your laptop back up.
the two boys exchanged glances for a second. jake smirked and nodded at matthew. they returned to their seats as well.
âletâs play a game.â jake said.
his facial expression told you he was up to no good. but you didnât want to bore yourself to death with work so, you agreed closing your computer once again.
âwhat game?â you asked.
âtruth or dareâ matthew smirked.
you pressed your lips into a line, nodding at matthew.
it could be fun. what could go wrong?
âalright jake first, truth or dare.â matthew asked.
âmm.. truth.â jake replied.
âyouâre no fun. but hmm.. whatâs your.. biggest turn on?â a wicked grin was on matthewâs face.
your eyes widened at matthewâs words. you quickly realized this wasnât gonna be a fun game. jake chuckled at your expression before pretending to think.
âi donât know.. probably⌠begging? something about a girl begging for my dick seems so sexy,â his words were laced with cockiness. matthew nodded and turned to you.
matthewâs gaze made chills run down your spine.
âtruth or dare?â jake sat up, waiting to hear your answer.
âum, truth.â you quickly said. matthew shook his head.
âhave you ever thought about fucking one of us?â matthew raised his eyebrows, both boys leaned in waiting for your answer. matthew was bold.
ân-no.â you lied. the two of them could see right through it though, nodding and continuing on with the game.
âmatt! truth or dare?â jake exclaimed.
âdare.â
âooh!â jake rubbed his hands together, you on the other hand was scared for what jake was going to say.
âi dare you to⌠makeout with her for 30 seconds.â
your wide eyes shifted from matthew over to jake, staring at him in bewilderment.
matthew turned to you, âis that okay?â you looked back over to him and paused for a second before slowly nodding.
âi need to hear you say it, love.â he purred.
âyes.. itâs okayâ you squeaked.
matthew moved closer to you, turning his head to jake, âcount for us.â
âalright, go.â matthew placed his hand on your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. quickly melting into the kiss, you let matthew slip his tongue into your mouth.
your own hands that were once in your lap had found their way to his hair. matthew was a good kisser causing you to almost go drunk on his lips.
âtimes up!â jake interrupted.
matthew pulled away and you chased his lips, wanting more.
âwoah, doll, we gotta continue our game yeah?â he chuckled at your eagerness.
pouting, you leaned back into your chair.
âmkay jake, truth or dare?â matthew asked.
âmm iâll go with dare now.â
âi dare you to play with y/nâs tits.â matthewâs eyes were glued to your chest watching as it moved up and down from your breathing.
jake shot up and moved around the table to where you were. feeling a little bold, you took off your own jacket and shirt. your white lacy bra on display for the two of them to see.
jakes eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. to your right, you heard matthew chuckle.
jakes hands made their way to the back of your bra, swiftly unclipping it. he slid your bra off slowly, his eyes never leaving your chest.
moving in closer, he stuck his tongue out, giving kitten licks to your hardened nipples.
even though it was something small, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming. you were completely turned on from making out with matthew and this was the cherry on top.
you remember how you told yourself you wouldnât let jake have you this vulnerable, but all those thoughts subsided the moment he latched onto your mound.
you bit your lip in an attempt to suppress the whimpers that threaten to slip from your mouth.
jake was basically making out with your chest at this point, one of his hands was fondling with the one he didnât have in his mouth.
you let your head tilt back before you heard matthewâs voice ring through your ears
âtimeâs up!â
you lifted your head up, looking at matthew who was visibly hard and who obviously didnât want the two of you to stop.
jake detached himself from your tit with a loud pop before sitting back in his own chair. his eyes were still glued to your chest.
âdid you enjoy yourself?â matthew asked.
you noddedânot being able to speakâ the two boys and their previous actions was the only thing on your mind.
âalright princess, truth or dare?â jakeâs voice was a bit deeper signaling that he must be as turned on as you are right now.
âdare.â you breathed out.
the two boys exchanged a glance before smiling at you. they both stood from their chairs, moving closer to you. and though you were almost their height, them standing above you like this made you feel small.
âwe dare you to let us fuck you.â matthewâs hand went to your jaw once again, stroking it softly.
jake bent down to let his hand trail up your thigh, rubbing dangerously close to your heat. they were waiting for you to give them the green light, which you did with a small âgo ahead,â
jakeâs hand had now traveled to the waistband of your pants, tugging on them to signal that he wanted to take them off. you lifted your hips up in order for him to slip them off of you.
matthew, on the other hand, was placing kisses all over your exposed chest, tasting what his friend previously did.
jakeâs hand pressed against your clothed cunt, watching as the wetness seeped through your panties.
âmatt look,â he chuckled, matthew detached from your chest to look down.
âfuck, doll, youâre so wet for us. such a good girl,â matthew praised, you let out a whine at his words.
the want, the need for them was getting stronger. who would thought that a science project wouldâve led to you getting this wet for two star football players.
you pushed your hips against jakeâs hand, trying to get some friction where you needed him the most.
âyou want us to fuck you, baby?â jake asked, letting his hand pull away from your core. he wanted you to beg for them, for him.
âmhm, please. please fuck me.â you whimpered.
âokay love, we will.â matthew replied before jake could.
the two of them raised from their positions for a second in order to rid themselves of their clothes. they were hard. and big. you were in for it.
âi want her mouth. her pretty swollen lips would look so good around my dick.â matthew told jake. he nodded in response to matthew.
âhop on the table for us, doll.â jake said. you quickly moved to the table, laying down for them.
matthew came over to one side and leaned down to place a kiss on your lips. when he pulled back he let his thumb rub over your bottom lip. his other hand was wrapped around his aching cock, stroking it slowly.
âalright baby. iâm gonna fuck your mouth, okay?â matthew asked.
you nodded, sticking your tongue out for him. he grinned in response before placing his dick on your tongue. you let your lips close over his girth and he began to thrust in and out slowly.
jake was now on the side adjacent to matthew. he pulled off your panties, discarding it with the rest of your clothes.
his thumb came in contact with your clit, making you moan around matthewâs cock. matthew winced at the feeling, whispering that your mouth felt so good.
two fingers were now circling your hole. jake pushed his fingers into your warm cunt, thrusting in and out before adding another finger. he continued his ministrations before deeming you prepped enough for his cock.
âgonna fuck you now.â he said before he slowly pushed in.
you all groaned in unison, pleasure on high. matthew was now thrusting at a faster pace, getting lost in the heat of your mouth.
jake was letting you adjust to his size before bottoming out. he stayed there for a second to relish in the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing around him so deliciously.
âfuckk youâre so tight-â jake winced. you tapped your foot on his thigh, signaling that he could move.
he started a quick but deep pace, watching as your tits bouced with every movement. his thrusting cause you to move against matthewâs cock, every thrust hitting the back of your throat.
matthew admired how you were gagging and sputtering on his cock. his hand brushed against your jaw, gripping it a little to thrust faster. you noticed he was starting to near his high as his breaths and groans started to increase.
he slipped himself out of your mouth, âfuck- open up.â he said as he started to stroke his length.
you obeyed and opened your mouth letting your tongue slip out too. he came on your face tongue with a loud groan.
âso so good for me, fuck.â he said as he came down from his peak.
jakeâs thrusts were now relentless in an attempt to get both of you to cum. matthew intensely watched the area where you and jake were connected. he felt himself getting hard again at the sight.
your loud moans werenât supressed anymore which boosted jakeâs ego.
âfuck fuck fuck iâm close jake please!â you begged.
âme too, doll, fuck! can i cum inside?â he was roughly gripping your waist, rough enough to leave bruises.
âyeah, iâm on the pill!â you whined at the thought of him filling you up.
matthew was stroking his cock at the scene before him, his eyes flicking between your face and your cunt.
âgod, iâm gonna fill this pretty pussy up,â jake moaned. you nodded at his words.
one more thrust was all it took for you to some undone, your back arching off the table, moaning loudly. jake came soon after with a âshit!â leaving his mouth from the way you were clenching around him. his hips were flush against yours, letting your cunt milk him dry.
he pulled out slowly and you whined from the loss of contact. matthew had came in his hand beside you, all three coming down from your highs.
the room was full of panting, everyone attempting to catch their breath.
âhello? is anyone in there?â you heard from outside the door.
all three of your heads shot up towards the door.
âyeah! weâre still studying. give us a second!â matthew shouted.
you stood to put on your clothes, struggling a bit due to your wobbly legs.
the two boys did the same before packing up their things. matthew saw how you were having trouble so he placed his things down to help you out. jake helped by packing your things into your bag.
you all made your way to the door, matthewâs hand was on the small of your back to stable your walking. jake opened the door, smiling at the librarian before you all brushed past her to leave.
âmaybe we should work on projects together more often,â jake smiled. matthew made a noise of agreement and you nodded.
and that you did, always making A after A on every project with your new group.
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âš ă ďš ă â ăa losers secret â âšâ Ëâ ๨ŕ§
đđââ loser!scara x shy!fem!reader ă
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¤ youre the good and shy girl of the school, everyone knows you and everyone likes you, you consider everyone a friend, even the loser that sits in the back of the class. but what happens if you, the most well-liked good girl, gets paired up with the most hated loser in school ?
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¤ mentions of fingering , overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , mentions of markings , little bits of degradation 'n praise, reader is very shy and gets nervous easily , reader is inexperienced , reader is innocent , breeding kink , && corruption kink .
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¤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , proofread , fluffy yet suggestive ending .
ďš thoughts ; hope u guys enjoy this ,, its been months since i was active here and im trying to get back here because ive been starving yall </3 . btw , reqs are open ! feel free to req anything . :) what do we think of new theme tho? it keeps changing đ .. and ngl this fic kinda sucks. âšď¸âšď¸ but yeah i hope u guys still like this even if itâs horrible!
> story right under the cut <
SCARAMOUCHE is the typical loner youâd see in your class, black jacket with the hoodie over his head, headphones on, is at the back of the class, and much more. there were rumors that he murdered someone, that he does drugs, and the list goes on. no one likes himâin fact, everyone hates him.. almost everyone hates him.
for your english project, you got paired up with scaramouche. after the teacher announced who would be paired with who, everyone in your class came up to you, telling you how much sympathy they have for you, that how sorry they are for you, and telling you âgood luck with dealing with himâ.
you were confused, what was so bad about scaramouche? sure there were rumors, but if they donât evidence that they did those stuff, you have no reason to believe in the rumors. you felt so bad for him, he already had no one by his side, and the entire school hates him.
you went up to scaramouche, he immediately notices your presence and looks up at you with an indifferent expression on his face, yet he looked awfully tired.. he took off his headphones and he stared to speak,
âwhat? here to bully me for having no friends?â you hear him scoff, a frown plays on his lips as he brings his gaze to the floor.
hearing his words made you protest, you would never bully anyone, or even hurt a fly !
ân-no! of course not..â you stammered.
you fiddle with your fingers in nervousness. you always get nervous whenever you talk to new people or when people assume things about you, a slight blush creeps up your cheeks as you think about his words.
the indifference immediately leaves scaramoucheâs face once he notices your blushing. he stares at you for a moment before a huge smirk appears on his face.
âah, so youâre not like all the others?â scaramouche tilts his head back and chuckles.
âhuh..?â
you take a seat next to scaramoucheâs chair and you bring it closer to him.
âwhat do you mean by that..?â
âeveryone else treats me like iâm sort of monster or freak. you, however, seem different from everyone.âscaramouche leans back in his chair.
âwell, you donât seem like a freak or a monster..â
you were growing increasingly nervous, and as an attempt to calm yourself down, you look down to your lap to hide your nervous and red face and grip the hem of your skirt. you never thought someone would assume youâd bully themâ let alone think that you think of them as a freak or a monster!
you canât help but notice that scaramoucheâs eyes trail down to your legs. itâs quite unnerving, and your short skirt doesnât help much with that either.
as a way to snap out of his thoughts, scaramouche shakes his head and sighs.
âare you just saying that to be nice? what about me isnât freaky?â
âu-uhm⌠you seem like a normal person. you look.. um.. cool too..?â
scaramouche looks back at you and raises his eyebrows.
âoh yeah? you think Iâm cool?â
you notice him shifting slightly, leaning toward you.
âthen, you surely donât mind me getting closer, right?â
your blush gets heavier the moment you feel scaramouche leaning in closer to you.
âno⌠not at all.â
scaramouche grins at your response and scoots even closer to you.
âthen is it okay ifâŚâ he trails off, and his voice gets husky as he leans in. you feel something touch your leg, you look over to see his hand resting on your thigh.
âi suppose so..â
ďżźscaramoucheâs eyes light up after hearing you agree. you could feel him plant his lips on your neck; a few gentle kisses on your skin.
âhow about if iâŚâ scaramouche places a finger along the hem of your short skirt.
a small whimper escapes your lips, you donât know how to feel about being this close this to someone, you had never been this close or intimate with anyone.
âis it alright for me to⌠lift your skirt up?â
your eyes widened, you werenât sure how youâd respond to that, but, if you were going to be honest, scaramouche was making you feel hot down there..
his words made you feel tingly and horny, but his gaze was what was making your panties damp and wet.
âcan we.. go to a private room first?â
âŚwho knew it was so easy for you to fall right into scaramoucheâs trap?
after successfully making the teacher believe that scaramouche he was taking you to the clinic, he brought you to his dorm, and next, to his bedroom.
SCARAMOUCHE had you on a tight mating press, your clothes on the floor with bits of your orgasm stained onto it. (it got to your clothes because scaramouche had fingered you until you squirted all over the place.)
how could scaramouche have resisted himself? you looked so innocent, and so corruptible, he just had to get his hands on you.
scaramouche groans as he feels your walls clamping down on him for the ânth time. it was a sign you were about to have another orgasm, another sign was when your moans get higher-pitched.
the feeling of scaramoucheâs cock mercilessly ramming into you was agonizingly pleasurable. you couldnât think of anything else but him and his cock, your body couldnât help but just have orgasm after orgasm.
you held tightly onto his shoulders, clinging onto him as if your life had depended on it. scaramoucheâs dick was bruising your cervix, fucking you into the mattress, and possibly trying to fuck your brains out.
âdoes it feel nice being reduced to nothing but a whore?â
scaramouche grabs a handful of your hair, staring at your messy and slutty state. the way you looked so disheveled, the way you were gasping for breath, the way you gave up trying to keep up with scaramoucheâs quick and brutal pace.
you looked so helpless and vulnerable under him, his cock ramming into you and you have no choice but to take it like the good girl you are.
âanswer me, you whore.â
scaramouche speaks to you with a stern voice, in which you immediately nod your head.
he smirks, letting go of your hair. he speeds up his thrusting, bringing one of his hands down from your waist to your clit, rubbing slow circles on it. you felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter until,
finally, with just one more snap of scaramoucheâs hips, you both reach your intense climax and cum together.
scaramouche continues to sloppily thrust into you, however, itâs much much slower, he continues to thrust until he comes into a full stop.
âoh fuck, you felt so good..â
you both lay there panting, with scaramouche still on top of you. he stares at all the hickeys and bite marks he left on your neck (he also left a lot on your thighs.), feeling proud he had his markings left on you.
âscara..?â
scaramouche snaps out of the daze he was in while he was staring at the markings he left on youâhe immediately looks up at you and responds back.
âwhat is it?â
âcan we do things like this⌠more often?..â
scaramouche chuckles, finding your shyness even after all the rough sex you two just had adorable.
âhmm.. sure.â
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I like your face | Matt Sturniolo
Matt Sturniolo x reader
Summary: Where Y/N has had a crush on Matt for years but hid her feelings out of fear. She just didn't expect Matt to feel the same way about her.
Warning: None.
Requested?: Yes, by anon
Author's note: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.
PS.: I'm so sorry if this sucks đđđ I wrote it with a huge headache and cramps, so it's probably horrible, I'm really sorry, lovelies ;(
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The sounds of random music and different audio from TikTok echoed through the four walls of Matt's room.
The brunette was lying in the center of his double bed, his torso lightly supported on the headboard, above his fluffy pillow, while his right arm was half raised and supported on the bed by his elbow.
His hand held his phone up tightly while his thumb scrolled through the screen, double-clicking on it every now and then, liking some videos. His left hand was on Y/N's back, who was in her favorite and most comfortable position; on top of Matt.
Y/N had her body lying completely on the boy's body, her chest pressed against his while her legs rested against the mattress and between Matt's open ones. Her head was lying on his left shoulder, right in the crook of his neck, her hair tickling his jaw and chin every time she moved it, sometimes to watch one of the videos, but mostly just to admire his features.
The girl had a huge crush on Matt and that wasn't news to anyone. Although she never talked about it, everyone saw the way she acted around him through her body language - that spoke louder than any words could -, except Matt himself.
But he wasn't the only oblivious one among the two. Although he didn't make his years-long crush on the girl so apparent as she did - even while trying not to -, he liked her just as much.
Y/N watched Matt's varying reactions closely and attentively to each different video, her eyes scanning his features carefully, getting lost in each line of expression. Her pupils carried a glow that only appeared when she looked at him, shining bright.
Her right hand was raised over Matt's cheek, her fingertips lightly caressing his smooth skin, tracing every line she could see, and the ones she couldn't too - she had all of them already memorized and embedded in her mind.
She was completely sure that Matt was the most beautiful boy she had ever seen; every trait and habit of his captivated her, as much as his aura, which was so calm and sincere that it made her want to never leave his side again. Just the thought made her smile like a fool, and the gesture didn't go unnoticed by the brunette.
"Why are you smiling like that, hm? You're not even watching the TikToks." Matt asked, his voice came out slightly hoarse from lack of use and the laziness that hugged his body like a light blanket, caused by the extremely comfortable and warm position.
"Hm? Nothing, I'm just thinking." Y/N smiled shyly, lowering her gaze, suddenly feeling small under the boy's gaze.
"Want to talk about it?" Matt frowned in a mix of curiosity and concern, locking the screen of his phone and throwing it aside, focusing fully on the girl above him.
âI justâŚ" Y/N paused, a sigh escaping her mouth before her teeth caught her bottom lip in a light grip, mentally pondering whether she should answer him truthfully or not.
Matt remained silent, looking at her with a calming gaze, an almost imperceptible smile on his lips, passing her security and comfort.
The low, yellow lights of Matt's room illuminated him perfectly, kissing his skin so that it glowed, his most beautiful features standing out, taking the girl's breath away. Without even realizing it, her mouth opened slightly in awe, losing her trail of thoughts as her orbs traveled over the boy's little details.
The way his longs eyelashes caressed his own cheeks every time he blinked made her want to pass her fingers over them, while his roguish smile pulled light wrinkles at the corner of his lips, that seeming to call out for Y/N's lips.
"I just like your face." The whisper escaped her mouth before her mind even processed what she was about to say, the tips of her fingers gently caressing the space between his eyebrows, running down the bridge of his nose slowly.
Her eyes automatically widened in surprise a few seconds after hearing her own voice utter the words she had never before planned to even say out loud, her movements stopping abruptly.
Matt's calming smile turned into an amused one, his blue eyes traveling over the small reactions Y/N's features displayed in response. He slightly lifted his chin up, touching the tip of his nose to the tip of Y/N's fingers, which she had lightly moved away from his skin after getting the shock of reality.
"I mean, I don't like your face- no, wait, I do, it's beautiful for you, every detail fits you perfectly, I just-"
Matt rolled his eyes playfully before slightly lifting his torso, sealing his lips over Y/N's gently, shushing her instantly. A surprised sound escaped the girl's throat, her mind racing at high speed, trying to process what was happening before finally giving in.
Y/N closed her eyes tightly, her right hand - which was previously caressing the skin of Matt's face - traveled to the back of his neck, tangling her fingers in the curly strands, massaging the area lightly, eliciting a nasal sigh from him.
The brunette's warm tongue caressed her bottom lip momentarily, asking for entrance, which was quickly granted. Their tongues intertwined in an infectious dance.
Y/N's left palm rested on Matt's chest, lifting her upper body slightly, generating more access to the kiss. Matt's hands squeezed her waist, his thumb running under the fabric of her t-shirt, caressing the warm skin of her bare hip gently.
When the air ran out, Matt slowly pulled away, his blue eyes analyzing Y/N's reactions closely. A smile stretched across his cheeks when he saw her eyes still closed, her lips parted as she pushed her chin forward slightly, searching for his touch blindly.
"I like your face too."
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Omfggg ur writing is SO unbelievably good i love it sm đđđ
I got kind of a prompt for a sub!vox x gn (maybe afab) reader ⨠Okay so what if, since we all know vox is OBVIOUSLY a bratty bottom, the reader fucks the brattiness out of him? And he goes from trying to be a dom, to resistant bottom, to bratty bottom, to just begging to come with all his life, maybe even crying cuz the reader wonât let him
TYSM!!!! im glad you think my writingâs good â¤ď¸ALSO FINALLY A VOX REQ AGHH
i have like 50094949 drafts for like all of the other stuff in my inbox but i just have to write this vox fic first ok im self indulgent i apologize đ
âvox x gn!reader
âincludes : sub!vox, dom!reader, light bondage, edging
vox is so obvious.
he clearly has a thing for control. a need, a desire. it was practically his core personality trait. yet, heâs most certainly not made to wield it.
sure, he can try and sweet talk you, saying sultry things and bragging about his power in order to get you to feel below his level. but you know how frail that persona is. a single slip up, and it would all come crashing down into deafening static.
which, was almost impressively easy to do.
his claw-like fingers runs up your neck, one of them stopping at your cheek as he smirked. if he wasnât careful, he could fuck up and draw blood. he was tip-toeing the small line here.
a small line that if he crossed, youâd switch up this silly little game immediately, taking the control of the show and making him the contestant.
live only for you.
but, you entertain his farce of dominance, a smile playing on your lips as you see what he has in storeâŚif he had anything, that is.
âyouâve been waiting for me all day, havenât you?â he asks, clearly rhetorical as he caresses your cheek gently, his voice steady as he speaks. he leads you down to the bed with teeth raking your neck as he crawls over you. thereâs something fun about watching him try and fluster you, to get you to say the things he wants. but you were no people pleaser.
âperhaps. unfortunately i canât say the same for you,â you respond, your smile forming into more of a smirk at the ends of your lips as your hands snake around his delicate waist, tightening around it like a corset.
you can already see the hesitation in his eyes, the brief moment of surprise at your sudden grasp. it was too easy to surprise this man. itâs a wonder he hasnât exploded yet.
âwhat do you mean by that?â he asks, his eyebrows furrowing in both nervousness and curiosity, almost like he didnât want to know. the fingers on your cheek seem to barely just get too rough as he looked at you.
âdonât act like i didnât hear you in the office this morning, moaning my name like some prayer,â you mock, your knee slotting between his legs with ease. vox keels over at the sudden feeling, a sharp gasp getting punched out of his system with little effort.
âimpatient.â
âwhatâs the big deal? am i not allowed to jerk off anymore?â he complains, bringing himself back up to his hand and knees over you as he glares with indignation.
âi told you to wait.â
âand i donât remember needing to!â vox snarled, the grasp on your face tightening until you saw him pull it away, a droplet of blood adorning his finger.
simply unacceptable.
instantly, with a loud yelp of complaint and confusion, he hits the mattress with a thud, cursing in annoyance as he looks up at you. his face, once filled with irritation, shifted into one of almost astonished fear as he gazed upon your expression, cold and unforgiving.
âiâll make you remember.â
his screen flickers before going back to normal, his face scrunched up in anger as he spat out his unwise words.
âiâd like to see you try.â
so, try you did.
his hands were cuffed with plush handcuffs to the bed-frameâyou know he wouldnât be able to handle real onesâand of course since he was never good with self-control, he had a cock ring on as a âtreatâ.
youâre delighted by how much of a fight he puts up though. considering how fragile his ego is, you were sure that heâd melt into your hands the moment you bound him to the bed.
âthis is your plan?â vox rolled his eyes, watching you pour lubricant on your fingers with an unimpressed look. ânot very impressive. youâll need moreângh! shit! give a guy some warningâ!â
âbeggars canât be choosers.â
âi donât fucking begâ!â
âyou will.â
there was no mercy from that point forth. one finger after the other, shocks of electricity would course through his veins, mouth agape as your quick hand inside kept making him feel sparks of pleasure through his entire body.
âlet meâcum! assâzzâhole!â he shouted, tugging at the handcuffs to no avail. he wanted to touch himself so bad, yet you were adamant.
âif you ask nicely, maybe,â you tell him, circling your fingers before pressing deep onto that electric spot again, making him cry out in frustration and enjoyment.
all he could do was shoot you a disgusted look before yelling once more, kicking the blanket underneath him in exasperation. his anguish crackled through his veins like a current, trying to fight the urge to just submit.
but it was all too much. he was weak, even if he convinces all of hell that heâs not, he wouldnât be able to fool you. the bucks of your fingers were replaced with the movement of your hips, making him wail for more.
an hour had passed, and his indignant claims of âi donât feel anything!â or âyouâll never get me to beg!â shifted into more pleasant glitching screams of âdonât stop!â and âplease, more!â
finally, he was using his manners.
âlet me cumâpleâzzâse! i c-canâtâ!â vox cried out as you quicken the pace, thrashing underneath you with his legs now wrapped around your waist, holding for dear life as you drive into him.
âiâhicâmm! âm sâzzâsorry! âmsorry-AH! sorry!â his back curves off the bed as he squirms, crying in earnest now. tears fell his face with broken pixels blinking in and out underneath, his screen cutting at random points to an error warning from the overstimulation.
âpathetic,â you spit out, your hands digging into his hips as you practically manhandled the man, making him move once he lost all the energy to match your movements. âyou listen to me. you do what i say, and you donât talk back.â
you hear him shriek desperately as you grab his cock, red and weeping as you overwhelm him with pleasure, but never letting him over the edge.
âdo you understand? youâre mine.â
you run your finger underneath his tip, and you see him glitch out into an expression you truly loved.
his screen was tear stained and his were graphics broken, yet it was clear enough to see the hypnotizing hearts that pulsated in his eyes as he yelled in defeat, small whimpers leaving his ruined throat as he babbled on and on.
âyours! yourâyours! nghâ! please! plâlet me cum! pleaâzzâoh, FUCK!â
his whole body trembles from need like electricity burned his skin. his legs fall from your waist, too weak to hold them around you anymore, yet you catch them, pushing the underside of his thighs until he was folded in half.
âcum for me then.â
instantly, vox does as you say as you slip the cock ring off of him, his wails loud enough to shake the room as he finds his release. his screen completely blanks out for a second as a shock flitters around his wrists, frying the cuffs and making them break into two before slumping back down to the bed.
you canât even scold him for letting his powers go rampant before he pulls you over him, wrapping his arms around you as he sniffles into your ear.
âthank youâhicâthankâŚthankâŚâ
this big baby. you sigh, rubbing your hands on his sides gently as you kiss his cheek. âyeah, yeah. just remember this the next time you think about acting out, okay?â you said quietly, feeling him nod into your shoulder as he starts to slowly relax.
but as per usual, he apparently forgets what you taught him in the next week.
fortunately, youâre a patient teacher. and youâll remind him again and again about the lessons he foolishly dismisses.
sorry that this is shit đ i tried my best but the writing juices arent flowing this weekđ hopefully this weekend i wont have writerâs block and will blast through all yallâs reqs!! trust me, im working on them <3
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CHOSO KAMO X YOU 18+
This is the most down bad thing I've ever written and it's my first real shot at writing something longer than 2 sentences enjoy đ
Choso kamo felt something warm and wet happening down there, flushed between his thighs lay you, and your mouth enclosed on his cock..or penis? Does penis sound more appropriate when itâs limp and soft?
His heavy muscular thighs are tucked underneath your armpits while you nurse on his flaccid head sleepily on your side, producing soft kitten licks on his frenulum. But it was the noise that stirred Choso the most, loud wet squelching sounds yielded from the ease of deepthroating him softly, sounds almost like you were chewing on his chubbed cock, warm spit covering his entire penis.
He peaked beneath the sheets, and his eyes widened at the sight you made for him, you sobered his sleep-drunken state as he squirmed and jerked against your body so you hugged his legs firmly, not even he could stop you. He groaned in defeat ây/nâŚâ he softly croaked.
You felt his penis harden in your mouth as blood surged to his cock, it grew quickly on your tongue like always. Thriving, but you didn't want that so you took him out of your mouth, looking up for the first time since you woke him up âCan you make it soft again?â you asked almost innocently, it was asking him for the impossible. This behaviour was designed from being so spoilt by his love and affection.
He looked at you with a pained expression, his teeth clenching because at this point the grip on your hair was too hard for his own liking, the top half of his body curled up almost like he was trying to get closer to you, maybe if he really looked into your eyes, you would sympathise and fulfil his basic manly need âpleaseâŚâ he whined.
You continued pouting, tapping the slit of his cock with your finger expectedly, shaking your head in unmerciful stubbornness. He groaned again, realizing you weren't going to budge.
âCan you? With your cursed technique?â you say excited.
It wasn't the 150-plus years that he successfully pushed the limitations of his cursed technique, it was here with you, when you asked him to turn his cock soft again.
âI..I c-can tryâ he whimpered desperately, he really wished you could just suck his dick. Or better yet, he could finish eating you out from last night, your residue still on his chin like hard wax. He squeezed his eyes shut, concentrating despite your delicate fingers playing with his cock, flopping it around like a toy.
After a few minutes, he calmed down and his cock softened, the way you looked at it with fascination as it shrank, do you appreciate his biology or do you appreciate his sorcery? He shuddered at your expression. You smiled up at him proudly and gave his limp penis a sweet kiss as thank you, kissing it's length, cherishing it as if it was your life supply.
You suckled his cock like milk would come out, but his sweet cum exploded in your mouth instead, it was wet and sticky, he shuddered and wailed above you, he was almost crying as you continued to milk him with your mouth, drinking his cum sweetly, his penis was flimsy and slippery, fleeing your mouth with ease so you used your hands to put him back in your mouth as it marinated, heavy yet wormy on your tongue.
âHa-h h-aah y-y/n, y/n, please e-enough.â Choso begged, trying to push your head away gently so you let him this time. Choso crunched himself into a fetal position urging you to come back up to him with his hands, he nestled into your neck hugging you tightly, his breathing slowed, and you could feel it on your breasts as his hair tickled your skin.
âYou n-nextâ he whines. Both of your were so spoilt for one another.
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bsd men taking care of a cat
âHello! Can I req for some headcannons about how Akutagawa, Chuuya, Fyodor, Sigma and Ada Dazai would react when their roommate brought home a stray cat? (They would be such cute cat dad's đ)â
a/n : ofc u can! sorry for the long wait :(
fandom : bungo stray dogs
includes : sigma, dazai, chuuya, akutagawa, fyodor
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SIGMA
⢠Sigma would just be minding his own business one day, doing something basic and essential like the laundry or cleaning while you were out shopping.
⢠Heâd normally expect you to come in with a bag full of groceries and a big smile on your face, ready to tell him about what you had bought this time for him to try for dinner.
⢠What he didnât expect however..was for you to not only do your basic chore of the day - but also bring in a fluffy little creature with its legs dangling as you hold it up in your arms.
⢠Heâs a bit dazed for a second, eyes widening and his lips parted into a shocked 'o' shape as he tries to read what was going on in that head of yours.
⢠You both stand there for a few moments, the silence slowly turning awkward until you finally break it.
âDo you not like it?â You say with a pout. Sigma drops his washing cloth onto the table as he turns fully towards you.
âI mean..itâs a surprise.â He emphasises, a little chuckle escaping his lips at the end of his sentence. Your smile returns as you tilt your head to the safe, the little kitten coincidentally doing the same thing.
âCan we keep it, Sigma? Pleasepleasepleaseee..â You plead. He lets out a soft sigh at this, seeming unsure of what to do.
âEven if I had decided we could keep it, we donât have the correct resources in order to properly care for it and we also donât know what that poor things been through. It could carry all sorts of diseases!â
You gasp dramatically, cuddling the cat to your chest as you glare at your roommate from across the hall.
âDonât say that to mittens..â
âYou named it..?â
⢠After a while of your pouting and whining that lasted for about 10 minutes, he accepted the kitty with welcome arms.
⢠..After it was given its shots and treatments.
⢠I believe Sigma is a fond cat lover when he gets used to having one around.
⢠Heâll bring it everywhere with him inside the house.
⢠Heâd never let the cat outside unless it was in one of those cages..
⢠Heâd get so worried if the cat were to leave home, even for a few hours!!
⢠He becomes so easily attached to the cat, itâs adorable.
âY/N? Have you seen Mittens..?â Sigma appears at your side with a slightly worried expression, him fiddling with his fingers as he looks around anxiously.
You turn to him with a raised eyebrow, looking at his fidgety hands and then back at him. âI thought you had him with you?â
âI did..! I set him on your desk whilst I was working and the next minute I looked and then he vanished!â
He rakes his pale hands down his face, looking genuinely stressed for this little kitty youâve both only had for a few weeks.
That was then, you heard the sound of a thud coming from upstairs. You both jump, Sigma having the worse effect of it since he was already on edge in the first place.
You both rush upstairs, Sigma behind you as you peak into your room ; nothing out of the ordinary, until Sigma taps your shoulder only for you to see Sigmas door a tad bit open as if someone had just slyly slipped through the crack.
You both peer into Sigmas room, only to be greeted with a sight that lights mostly Sigmas eyes up.
Mittens, splayed onto Sigmas king sized bed like a luxurious royal with a few knocked over picture frames that obviously had been caused by Mittens himself. But Sigma could only smile at the sight given the outcome that his- sorry, âour catâ as he corrects, is safe.
â..I think youâve grown an unhealthy attachment to this cat.â You say. Sigma only gives a mere shrug and a few embarrassed chuckles as he rubs the back of his neck sheepishly, not conforming nor denying that statement.
DAZAI
⢠Iâm gonna be honest and say it - heâd be the one bringing the cat in..
⢠Heâd see a homeless little kitty on the sidewalk and be like âOh! youâre coming with me!â
⢠Heâs like the classic stereotype of a cat lady whoâs got thousands of cats living at her feet.
⢠So when he comes home with the white stray cat in his arms, you sigh.
âNo.â
âWhat?! You havenât even given me the chance to hear what I have to say!â He argues.
âI know what youâre going to say, Osamu, and itâs a no.â
âBut..â He holds up the white fluff ball up to your face.
âHe looks like Atsushi-kun..â
ââŚâ
âFine.â
âYay!â
⢠At this point you believe the cat takes care of Dazai more than Dazai takes care of the cat.
⢠Brings the cat to work at the agency with him.
â˘Everyone loves the kitty, pouting and stroking his fur as he purrs. Everyone loves him! (Especially Kyokua and Kenji <33)
⢠Although Kunikida scolds him for it because of how the cat spilled coffee all over his files one time.
⢠He could only glare at the cat as he licks his paws and meows.
⢠â..I can always buy more..â
⢠Dazais definitely the type to play pranks on the cat
⢠Like, place cucumber next to it so the cat can absolutely shit itself and heâd post it everywhere cuz he thinks heâs funny (Chuuya dislikes every single one and calls it animal cruelty)
⢠The cat however, doesnât find him funny.
⢠Ends up with scratches littered across his face and some down his neck by the time heâs out of his bedroom.
âWhat the hell..?â
âDonât..ask..â
Which is why youâre now in this predicament, patching him up in your bedroom.
You place a plaster on his nose, patting it gently before sighing softly.
âYou bully that cat too much..â You state.
âNuh uh! Heâs the one that brutally assaulted me, why are you taking his side?â
âAlright letâs not go say brutally here..â You huff out a laugh.
He sighs dramatically, before you both hear a freak coming from your door, noticing the cat pushing through the door and slowly making its way in. Dazai glares.
âNo, oh no you donât..â He gets up slowly, backing away.
âOh my god stop acting like a child, sit the hell down!â You exclaim, grabbing his arm and dragging him to sit back down.
He huffs and sits down, crossing his arms and looking away.
âI have nothing to say to you!â He says to the cat.
âHe doesnât care.â You say monotone, rolling your eyes.
He glares only until the cat jumps on the bed, strutting over to Dazai and curling up in his lap, purring and nuzzling into him.
Silence fills the room only until itâs filled by Dazais sounds of high pitched noise and kissing sounds.
âOoooh..Iâm just so sorry! It was my fault wasnât it..? Yes it was..It really was..â
You snort a laugh, chuckling as you smile at the sight, taking out your phone to take millions of pictures to send to the agency.
CHUUYA
⢠So we know heâs more of a dog person, but..
⢠Yâknow the type of person to be so against the idea but then immediately love the animal like itâs their child?
⢠Thatâs him.
âWhy are you giving me that face??â You ask with a pout.
âWhat is it with you and bringing goddamn fleabags back to our apartment?!â
You scoff at Chuuyaâs complaint, rolling your eyes as you hold the definite disease filled cat to your chest.
âDonât do that, youâll get fucking ringworm!!â
âWe donât even know if he has it!â
âSo itâs a he now?â
You nod instantly, seeming so sure. Thatâs when Chuuya sighs heavily, grabbing his car keys on the kitchen counter and swiftly brushing past you and to the door.
âWhere are you going?â You ask with furrowed eyebrows.
âWhere are we going ya mean..weâre getting that damn thing tested and youâre coming with.â
You smile, nodding, but then stop.
â..Youâre not gonna put him down are you?â
He squints his eyes and gives you a dirty look, grabbing the door handle.
âThe hell? Iâm not a damn monster, come on..letâs go.â
⢠Turns out the cat didnât have ringworm, the cat was just rather dirty and needed a wash up and a new home.
⢠Oh, and turns out sheâs a girl!
âI couldâve sworn she was a boy..â You furrow your eyebrows, looking at the cat now resting peacefully in the cage Chuuya you had bought for it.
âI knew it was a girl.â Chuuya states matter a factly, keeping his eyes on the road. You give him a glare.
âOh shut up, just because you want a dog.â
âHey, I could buy a damn dog if I wanted to, but no, instead I have to put up with your ass bringing back unnecessary things like rats off the street!â
âItâs a cat..â
âWhatever.â
⢠Around a few weeks later, you come home and your nostrils are flooded with the mixed smell of tuna and cat food, your nose bunches up in disgust.
⢠You head towards the smell, the living room and your eyes widen in surprise at what you see.
⢠Chuuya, who was currently sitting on the floor pampering the cat, whilst she had the higher ground by sitting on a pillow which was placed on the glass table you both had recently purchased.
You stand there for a few moments, head tilting as you blink in surprise, then a little smile creeps up on your lips as you let out a snort.
Chuuya instantly turns to his side with an alarmed look, then seeing it was just you his expression softens and he rolls his eyes.
âDonât look at me like that..â He says with an irritated tone as he looks back to the cat, now stroking her face with the back of his hand.
âI cannot believe Iâm witnessing this right now..â You say to mostly yourself, covering your joyful expression with your hand to try and not irritate Chuuya even further, which of course fails due to your snickering.
âGet that stupid look off your face now.â
You roll your eyes playfully, rushing over to join him in pampering your cat.
âSheâs grown on me.â He admits, a small smile placed on his face. You also smile, nudging him playfully.
âSo you had to buy the entire pet store?â You ask, referring to the clearly high priced items he had purchased ranging from toys to beds and litter boxes.
âShut your damn mouth..â He mutters, but you couldâve sworn you heard a chuckle escape past his lips just once.
AKUTAGAWA
⢠Akutagawa isnât a cat person.
⢠Infact, heâs not an animal person.
⢠Not that he doesnât like them, just that heâs rather..inexperienced when it comes to taking care of a cat.
⢠Like Sigmas reaction, heâd be confused and more irritated with the fact that the cat you chose had a resemblance to someone.
Akutagawa froze in place, looking at you with an expression of slight shock. There you stand, with a delicate little ball of fluff in your arms. You beckon for him to come closer with a smile on your face, he hesitates for a moment before approaching, hand covering his face but as he got up close, the neutral expression melts to one of annoyance and exasperation.
âMust you have picked that one out of all of them..?â He questions, his arms crossed with a look of disgust placed on his face.
You smirk, holding up the bicoloured kitty in your arms and shoving it in Akutagawas face, with which he instantly turns the other way. You laugh.
â..You did this on purpose didnât you..?â He questions again. You could only snicker as he lets out an exasperated sigh.
⢠At first, he lets you handle the kitty, almost like heâs afraid to touch it.
⢠Stands atleast a few feet away from you whenever itâs with you.
âAre you..allergic..?â
*cough cough* âYes.â
⢠He infact, was not.
⢠However, you donât let him escape this easily.
⢠One day, you decide to leave the kitten on his bed whilst he was still sleeping as you leave in the early hours to run your own âerrandsâ.
⢠Itâs safe to say, he wakes up with a fright.
⢠He letâs out an annoyed groan as he reads the note on his desk.
⢠âSpend some time with your son! Have to run errands, buhbye~ ( ̄â˝ďżŁ)â
⢠He calls you.
âHello?â
âYou idiot, why would you do this?!â He exclaims.
âUhh, why would I as a decent human being have to go run errands and keep our home life cozy?â You âcluelesslyâ ask, biting back a smirk although he can hear it evidently in your voice through the phone.
âNo because I know you donât have any plans to run any âerrandsâ any time soon, what do you take me for some damn fool..?â
âOh lighten up, RyĹŤ! You never know, it might be fun!â You reassure him, pausing for a moment.
â..But seriously, I really do need you to spend time with him because I read somewhere cats can become depressed if you neglect them for so long, do you want our cat to be depressed, RyĹŤ?!â
ââŚâ
âDonât answer that..just- haveagood time okaybyeee!!â
âWait- Y/N!!â
⢠He ends up awkwardly staring at the cat for a while, before actually getting up and putting in atleast some effort.
⢠He has to google âHow to take care of catsâ on your computer and even going out to the library to try and find some books on them.
⢠A few hours later you stand outside the front door, taking a deep breath as to prepare yourself for the wrath youâre about to receive when you walk through that door.
⢠But instead, you hear a cough from behind you and a quiet voice speaking.
âAh, Y/N, youâre home.â
You turn around and your eyes widen.
Akutagawa, had the kitty attached to a leash. You stare, absolutely dumbfounded and shocked. Akutagawa looks at you with a confused expression.
â..Why are you looking at me like that..?â
You shake your head as you put your fingers on each side of your temple, rubbing furiously.
âOkay okay, pause..what are you doing with our cat?â You ask. He looks at you and blinks before responding, looking down at the kitten.
âOh, well..I read that some animals, especially cats prefer to be outdoors than indoors, so I bought a leash and took him for a walk.â
You stare at him, trying to process his words.
âYou..took the cat..for a walk..?â
â..Yes.â
âThe cat..for a walk.â You say again, trying to get it through his head.
â..Yes.â
Thereâs a ring of silence for a few moments, before Akutagawa breaks it.
âWhat else was I supposed to do?â
âCats are more preferred to go out on their own, not tied to a leash.â You explain.
â..Oh..is that why some people were given me strange looks whilst I was walking doing the street with him?â He asks.
âI suppose.â
He looks down at the cat, nodding slowly.
âJust..â You start, opening the door for you guys with a slight smile. âCome in, Iâll help you with untying him.â
He nods again, picking up the kitten gently and you notice thatâs the first time youâve ever witnessed him getting as close to touching him. Your smile grows.
He brushes past you as you open the door for him, he stops just as he enters and turns to you, hesitating to ask something, but then he does.
âDid I..do good..?â
Your smile grows once more, before carefully placing your hand on his head, which he flinches slightly, but doesnât stop you.
âYou did great, Ryu.â
FYODOR
⢠Fyodors not too fussed on having a pet.
⢠Although he believes some could be a distraction to his work and plans, he wouldnât mind them all much.
⢠But, would probably not pay much attention to them..
⢠That is until, you put one in his lap.
âMy my..â He starts, looking up at you and looking down at the little black cat placed on his lap, now pawing at his desk. âWhat have we here?â
âA gift, and one more problem for you to deal with!â You say with such happiness in your tone of voice, he had almost chuckled.
âFunny, truly.â He says with a slight smile. âBut I wonât be putting up with such.â
You raise an eyebrow in confusion. âHuh?â
âI wonât care for it.â He says, referring to the cat. You gasp, furrowing your eyebrows as you glare.
âYouâre joking?â
âHave I ever?â
You cross your arms, scoffing at him.
âI bought this just for you, you know? How ungrateful!â
âBut, I didnât ask you to buy this for me, did I?â He says with a smirk, your expression was baffled as you scoff again, slapping your hand over your heart.
âIâm hurt you know.â
He looks at you once more before turning back to his work, ignoring the cat who was still trying to paw at his desk.
You had a sour look on your face all day until the same night as you were walking to your room, you couldnât help but hear a jingle of bells coming from Fyodors room? Curiosity grew in your bones as you slowly approached his room, peeking through the crack of the door.
There he was, jingling a little bell in-front of the same cat he had âclaimedâ he was going to ignore with a slight smile on his face, actually seemingly enjoying the cats company as it leaps up with its paws to try and catch the bell.
You couldnât help but pout as your heart melts at the scene, scrambling in your pocket to find your phone to capture this moment.
However, curiosity did infact kill the cat (you) when you open the photo app and look up, you notice Fyodor gone, and not only that, but he was now behind the door, poking his head around and looking down at your phone.
You jolt up, throwing your phone and covering your mouth with your hand, he smirks. You only glare.
⢠Soon after that, you had your phone privileges revoked and kept from by Fyodor.
⢠And surprisingly enough, pays attention to the cat more than you now.
⢠Always jingling some sort of key or bell infront of its face
⢠Always having it on his lap.
⢠At this point you believe heâs just doing it to annoy you.
⢠But in all honesty, you found it sweet.
⢠Fyodor had bought the cat an outfit, one that matched his, the hat and all.
âY/N, come have a look at this.â He says, hand motioning you to come forward. You nod, standing up from your place on the couch and approaching him. You think heâs just going to show you his layout for his current scheme, but no.
Itâs the black cat hearing a little shrunken sized version of Fyodors hat and coat and you melt once again.
âOoohhh..Fyodor you have to give me my phone back so I can take photos please!!â
âFine.â He says almost instantly, which you find odd at first but quickly brush it off.
You open your phone and open your camera and take lots of photos of the kitty, then going on the photos and scrolling through them until you see some you had never taken before..Fyodor had taken them. You smirk.
âSo much for not caring for it huh?â
He merely shrugs, typing on his computer.
âHeâs my new sidekick, youâve been replaced.â
You furrow your eyebrows as you kick his leg.
âI pay the bills, stupid.â You retort, glaring.
âI cook, âstupidââ Fyodor shoots back.
The only noise that can be heard is his typing on his computer and you snarl, looking him up and down with daggers as the kitten meows, nuzzling itâs cheek against Fyodors cold hand.
âYes, i know malen'kiy kotenok (little kitty), they are rather annoying are they not?â He says to the cat, you narrow your eyes.
âEw.â
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Babe please do a smut/smutty hcs of the mutual breakup, omg best thing Iâve read in awhile, and I love the praise Iâm such a slut for it hehe
(based off schlatt in japan) (also my first time writing smut in like a year đ)
â4k a night? schlatt are you serious?â you ask looking at your ex boyfriend as heâs driving you both to the hotel, one hand on the wheel, one on your thigh
âwhat, thereâs nothin wrong with it toots, you get to stay in a nice hotel and i get contentâ he says pulling up to the ritz carlton hotel
âyeah but i donât get it..â you say crossing your arms âwhy spend so much money? i would be fine in a capsule hotelâ
âlighten up dollâ he says squeezing your thigh âyou deserve to be spoiled a lilâ
you rolled your eyes at him as he leaned in, puckering his lips slightly before you plant a soft kiss on his lips and he smiles
âletâs go dollâ he says with a squeeze to your thigh and opening his door before walking over to open yours
You both entered the hotel and quickly got to your room, looking around at the large room as jack recorded your expression
you three walk into the bedroom, you laying down on the bed almost immediately, excited to finally get to lay down and relax while schlatt looks around the room, walking behind the âwallâ the bed is against
âlook doll, itâs got a fake wallâ he says smiling at you âwe wonât get complains about the bed hittinâ the wall ton-â âshut the fuck up schlattâ you say throwing one of the pillows from the bed at him as he laughs
you grab your phone, looking at the time âyouâre not getting anything from me tonight, especially not in a expensive ass hotel, have some decorumâ you say sitting up on the edge of the bed and looking though your phone
schlatt smiles at the camera âhereâs a pro tip incase you ever have a special lady in your lifeâ schlatt says looking to the camera, hands on his hips before walking infront of you and leaning down to your level
âdonât forget whoâs paying for the hotel sweetheart, gotta give it up or youâre gonna be stuck in japan, no way home, no hotel, no money, got itâ he says in a husky voice, squeezing your cheeks together with a large hand making you giggle softly, knowing heâs kidding
âyessirâ you say softly
âââ
âlook at you, takinâ mâ cock so goodâ schlatt says slowly pushing his length into you while you let out a silent scream, eyes rolling back at the familiar feeling of him stretching your tight cunt out
âso good, such a good girlâ he coos âyou ready precious thing?â he asks you softly, you nod as he pulls out gently, only leaving the tip in before shoving himself inside making you force out a sob
âSchlattt~â you whine out as he plunges in and out of your tight heat harshly, your legs thrown over his shoulders, forcing you into missionary
âwhat princess?â he coos âi thought you said i wasnât gonna get. any. thing. tonight.â he said making sure to pound into you between every word and make you cry out as you cover your mouth with your hand, only for it to be harshly pulled away
âlet. me. hear. those. pretty. soundsâ schlatt demands, holding your hand, making you squeeze his hand and cry out in pleasure
you feel the familiar knot in your stomach starting to form, probably from going so long without schlatt. he looks down at you with a smug expression
âgonna cum for me so soon dolly?â he asks you softly. you nod, throwing your head back in pleasure
âf-fuck!â you wail out, schlatt shushing you softly, making you feel the familiar wave of euphoria hit before slowing his hips down as to not overstimulate you
âthere we go, there we go pretty girl, so goodâ he coos, pressing small âoâs on your clit as you calm down from your high, him pressing a kiss to your forehead
once he notices your breaths starting to calm down he starts back up causing you to start crying out for him again
âstill needa cum dollyâ he says with a mischievous grin
i need to be retrained in writing smut đ
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