Hanahaki Comic Part 2

Lover🌷

TEMPTRESS ⸻ JING YUAN

﹚ SYN. heavily infatuated with the thought of you against me but marriage wasn’t easy and he knew that.

﹚ CW. NSFW. fem!reader. husband and wife. established relationship. reader is upset. in game spoilers. no prep. unprotected sex. breast fondling. fucking on a desk. neck kissing. biting. overstimulation??? slight/small fingering just a bit. mentions of breeding if you can call it that? pet names: my dove. my beloved. baby girl. my temptress. my wife. MINORS DNI! AGELESS BLANK BLOGS DNI!

fem!reader + jing yuan

﹚ WC. 1.8k. edited i simply was in a cocoon. beta read by the best!! thank you so much, lucy 🥹🫶🏼

﹚ NOTE. i am so normal about him? anyways. it’s been a minute since ive actually written anything smutty? it comes and goes so this actually was just a thought. til the desk breaks <3 let me know if i missed anything in the cw! okay bye!

“He would like to see you now.” the Cloud Knight addresses you, stepping to the side as another knight opens the doors for you.

“Tch.” You walk towards the huge desk, watching the lily pads float in the small pools. You frown at the sight of the unkept things, taking note of the overgrown vines. He hasn’t had the time to take care of anything and you storming in would add more to his plate, but you don’t care. You had other matters to address.

Your husband, the general of the Luofu Cloud Knights, had always been a busy man. Barely having time to stop and spend time with you. The only one that had time for you was the child you took care of alongside him, Yanqing. Despite being busy yourself with other tasks, it was a night where you both agreed to see each other.

Jing Yuan leans his head on the palm of his hand, watching you walk closer towards him, a tired smile playing on his lips. He listens to your heels click against the expensive flooring, catching a small glimpse of the uniform that exposes a bit of your body. You take a finger across the blades of his shoulders, poking him in his back before wrapping your arms around him.

You pull his hair back, your cold fingers sending a shiver down his spine. You nuzzle your nose into the crook of his neck, kissing the shell of his ear. His breath falters, he had almost forgotten what your lips felt like. “You’re late.” he mutters, rubbing your arm as he signs the document.

“My apologies, general.” you whisper in his ear, kissing his it once more before humming.

He nods, stacking the document in the pile with the others. “You’re angry.” he says, keeping his eyes trained on the next document. You laugh softly, picking at the tassel on his uniform. He felt your anger, the annoyance, and the utter disappointment. There was no point in you lying to him, he already knew what was wrong.

“You let him go. Getting Yanqing riled up. He can’t defeat him; the boy is merely a child.” you scold, tugging on the tassel roughly. He takes your hand in his, stopping you from ripping it off.

“Save the tassel ripping for later.” he sighs, kissing the top of your hand in apology.

Biting the corner of your lip, you shake your head. “I don’t care,” you whisper, looking at him with low eyes. “Blade escaping was your doing. I was sent out to—“

He stops you, pulling you over to him quickly. Crossing your arms, he pulls you into a hug. Placing his head on your stomach, strong arms wrap around your body, pulling you even closer into him. “Is this why you called for a meeting?” he says, muffled against you as his hands work to undo the corset strings of your top.

You shrug, taking your fingers through his hair. “Maybe? I haven’t seen you in two weeks. This lockdown is actually giving me some benefits.” you pull away from his embrace.

He raises his brows, playing into your fib. A cute lie for a cute wife. “Really?” he muses, leaning into his seat, relaxing as you crawl into his lap. He watches your breasts slowly rise out of the undergarment, hands steadying your hips.

You laugh, placing your hands on the knobs of the chair. “Yes.” you whisper, ghosting your lips over his.

He kisses you softly, your lips taste of honey, a flavor he still hasn’t gotten used to even after all these years. His hand cups your cheek, leaning closer into you as he kisses you harder. He knew your tricks, the tension that would slowly break into sex. You had been avoiding him for that reason and he knew.

He breaks the kiss, lifting your chin to look at him. His thumb pulls down your lip, looking at it and back at you. “You’ve been avoiding me, my dove—“

You lock eyes with him, kissing his thumb. For a moment, his heart stops and his pants start to feel tight under you. Jing Yuan wanted to pin you up against his desk and make you scream his name in pleasure, but he knew better. He wants you to use your words to get you what you want.

“Issues were at hand,” you cut him off, crossing your arms over your chest. “You’ve been busy. I would hate to disturb you.” you pout, looking at with sad eyes.

He scoffs, kissing you softly. “What exactly are you doing right now, my temptress?”

“Helping.” you let him pull off your top, the cold air nipping at your skin, his hungry eyes trailing up and down your body.

Your husband doesn’t say a word, kissing down your neck, a strong hand starts to knead your breast carefully. Trying to get a moan out of you but your whimpers were just enough for him to knock off all the important papers off the desk.

“Avoiding me,” he says in between a kiss. Pinching your breast, he kisses the corner of your mouth. “Making me wait.” he mutters, placing you on the table carefully, he watches you arch your back at how cold it was.

You don’t say anything to him, instead taking in the scenery behind you and the faint stars twinkling. It was late but your general had plans for you. Two weeks had been long with you missing his tired smile and his soft hums. You wanted to savor this, be together until one of you had to go out on a mission.

You taunt him with a small smile, grinding yourself into him but Jing Yuan was far from phased. He quickly unlatches his belt, his free hand undoing the laces of your pants. He pulls you further up with a hand behind your back, kissing your stomach as he drags his nose down your body.

A soft gasp falls from your lips, covering your mouth in an attempt to stifle the moans that were threatened to slip. Every little touch he gave you was enough for you to murmur out his name.

He smiles against your plush skin, biting your hip as he shrugs off your pants. Scoffing at the sight of your cunt soaking your lace panties. He barely touched you, but the sight sent his mind into an uncontrollable state of lust. He kisses the end of your tummy, pressing down gently as he looks up at you.

“P-Please,” you say in between rushed breaths, looking down at him. His fingers ghost over your aching core, tilting his head to watch you squirm.

“Please? So you do have manners. And here I thought my beloved wife wasn’t capable of such a thing,” he teases, kissing the inside of your thighs.

You close your eyes, a soft shriek falls from your lips as he parts your legs wider. He licks his lips, parting your slick folds with one finger, the other nudging your clit gently. Jing Yuan watches you squirm, pleading for him to stop. He smiles to himself as he waits for you to scrunch your nose in pleasure, clutching your thighs around him. He grunts, quickly pulling himself away from you.

“I could make you wait, my wife.” He chuckles at the nickname you hated being called. Dragging his cock against the inside of your thigh, he watches your reaction.

Scoffing to himself in pleasure, taking in the way the moonlight gleams against your skin, the faint hill of your breasts creating a shadow on the desk, and the way his papers had been long forgotten almost convinces him to take his time with you.

You groan, rolling your eyes at his behavior. “Just f’me.” you plead into your arm, avoiding eye contact with him. You didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of being needy and miserable underneath him.

He hums, his fingers strumming on your skin, “Needy lil’ thing aren’t you, babygirl?” he leans down towards you, kissing your lips softly before slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You wrap your arms around him, he steadies your hips, guiding you towards him. His touch sends shivers down your spine, grabbing a fistful of his hair in an attempt to break away from him. You were tired of him teasing you as a punishment for avoiding him.

“Jing Yu —“ you stop yourself, nuzzling your nose into his neck, feeling him spread your legs open across the desk. Your nails dig deeply into his shoulder blades as his cock slides into you for the first time in two weeks.

He looks down at you, watching the sweat dribble down your temple. Your eyes tell him everything he needs to know. Your whimpers are exactly what he needed to hear, as he sides out of you teasingly slow before slamming his hips into you.

Your cry brings a smile to his face, as he keeps the pace even and quick. His name falls off your tongue, your nails digging deeper into his skin. He kisses your ear, moaning your name loudly. Teasing slaps against your ass, makes you arch your back, interlocking your legs behind him.

Papers fall off the desk as if a gust wind had entered the General’s study, causing many important documents to fall. The ink pen rolled off and into the lily pad pond. Splattered ink had started to stain the desk but Jing Yuan made sure you were far from it.

Jing Yuan moans into your shoulder, biting softly into your skin. His thrusts were getting quicker, turning your mind into a stuttering mess. He hikes up your leg, needing to fill you up even more. The grip you had around his cock made him moan your name, repeating the same word over and over again. He wants to make sure you’re aching, begging to be carried back to your bedroom, and itching for him to touch you one last time. He wants to see his seed drip from you and down your legs, too stuffed to even comprehend the idea of bearing his children.

“F-Fuck, keep doing that.” he moans pathetically in your ear, rocking his hips against yours.

You dig your heels into his back, pulling him deeper inside you. His hand grips your hip as the other holds the desk, afraid of attracting an unwanted visitor to come stumbling in. He kisses your shoulder, stifling his groans.

“‘M gonna—” you yelp, hiding your face into his chest as he painfully slams his hips into you one last time.

He calls out your name, curse words falling from your lips as he pumps his load inside of you. Pulling you into his chest, he kisses your temple, breathing uneven and still holding onto the idea of you carrying his seed.

You kiss his temple, snuggling into his chest carefully, “I love you.” you mutter with a sleepy smile.

He kisses your forehead, covering the both of you with the blanket he had on one of the shelves of his desk. “I love you too, my beautiful dove.”

your anniversary with long distance boyfriend jongho

seonghwa • hongjoong • yunho • yeosang • san • mingi • wooyoung • jongho

request: Can you maybe do a fem reader with all Ateez members (seperate^^) being in a long distance relationship and either the reader or the members are surprising the other for their anniversary?

genre: smau/texts, fluff, humour/crack

tags/warnings: a lot of nonsense (again), use of pet names

trouble in paradise?

in which you and your rival co-actor were partnered up for your chemistry on-screen…and now that you’ve realized it, it’s proven to become more of a challenge not to fall for each other. (or : short dialogues shared)

character/s: albedo, ayato, childe, kazuha, scaramouche, xiao

a/n: hehe hi @sohyuki

childe.

getting interviewed about dating rumors,

“is it true that the both of you really aren’t together?”

it takes every fiber in you to not choke or spit out the water in your mouth, as you (shakily) set down the previously offered water bottle with a hasty and composed smile. “again, neither of us are interested in dating each other. we do admit that we have an…amiable relationship as co-actors, but definitely nothing more or less than that.”

yeah right, you can feel your inner voice openly chide as your eyes flit towards childe’s in masked panic. however, all you witness from your co-actor is his irritatingly polite smile, and a seemingly unfazed demeanor despite the intrusive and bothersome question.

“i don’t know, i think we look pretty good together.” he grins in a boyish manner, his slender fingers somehow finding its way to tease a lock of your hair within his grasp. you can feel a blush creep upon your cheeks at the unexpected remark, and you fight the urge to cuss him out in the middle of national television. not when your interviewer was clearly gushing at the sight of you two, and the glint of mischief in his ocean blue eyes almost dare to taunt you in his twisted idea of a challenge.

“it’s a shame,” you seethe through gritted teeth and a forced smile, discreetly unlacing his fingers from your freshly styled bed of hair. “that we’re just friends who aren’t attracted to each other.”

“says who?” you hear him pipe jokingly from beside you, and you swear your head whips back to him faster than lightning, a bewildered look evident in your eyes. “for all we know, i could have been secretly in love with you for the last few months.”

“ha ha, really funny.” you swallow the words as his fingers casually bump against yours, the warm sensation of it rendered as something foreign in your brain. it takes a moment to also register that his face was now inches from yours, a playful smirk on his face as he revels in the sight of your disbelief.

“funny, huh? care to find out whether it’s true, then?”

your tomato-hued face was the one thing childe took pride in, before the director giddily shouted ‘cut!’, and the interview was finally over.

the next day, your names were in bold headlines — and to much of your evident disappointment, even more rumors of the both of you “dating” were scattered all over the gushing press and intrigued audience.

xiao.

photographing for a magazine cover,

“how much longer do you have to touch me?”

“you think i appreciate this any more than you do?” he sneers, amber irises recoiling quickly in disgust at the sight of you. “stop moving and let’s get this over with.”

“that’s great, you two look perfect!” the photographer praises in evident enthusiasm from behind. “could you bring the lady a little closer to your chest?”

a squeak comes out of you when you feel your co-actor obey the order, much to his utter dismay. “you keep writhing. could you tone that down for a fucking second?”

“well in case you haven’t noticed, i’m not exactly the most comfortable with—!” your words catch in your throat when xiao slyly angles his head down to a patch of skin on your neck. you can hear his breath hitch and your pulse quicken at the little gesture, his seething words suddenly coming out clearer than ever against your flushed complexion.

“neither am i. now you’d better shut up, before i make you.”

“that pose is perfect! adjust your expressions — yes, keep it like that for a bit longer!”

it almost hurts to keep your breathing controlled, but it’s all you can do to calm the thrumming of your heart, as your conflicted eyes meet his indecipherable irises boring straight back into yours.

“…fine. dickwad.”

“incessant bitch.”

scaramouche.

bickering after a kissing scene,

“oi, someone get me some mouthwash.” you hear your co-actor grumble in disgust, while hastily wiping his lips with the back of his hand.

“a mint for me.” you scoff in return, only rolling your eyes when he turns to you with a death glare that seemed to harbor a shred of disbelief. “what? you taste like shit.”

“yeah, because i kissed shit.”

your scowl deepens at his words, and it takes the director’s exhausted command to split the sparking tension apart between you two. a part of you felt bad, considering this had already become some sort of “normal” routine ever since he scouted the both of you to play the main roles in a romantic film. but could he blame the both of you for getting pissed off after having to repeat that damned kissing scene for several takes?

“the good news is,” the director inhales a hefty breath. “that’s the last kissing scene you have to do together.”

“well, i wouldn’t intend to kiss her ever again.” scaramouche snorts. “she’s one hell of a shitty kisser.”

“oh like you were any better, dipshit.”

“you really wanna go at it right now?” his eyes flicker over to yours in a fit of darkness.

“what, you’re gonna prove me wrong or something?”

“maybe i will.” he growls in irritation, before violently snatching your wrist and dragging you with him to retreat inside his trailer, as you both quietly bicker amongst yourselves…but nevertheless, strangely don’t seem to be recoiling away from each other at the notion of kissing again.

“but, we have another scene to film in seven minutes—”

“any of you step inside that trailer and i’ll beat your ass up.” he threatens for the last time, a mysterious glint in his eyes as he lazily glances over his shoulder to meet the rest of the production crew’s astonished gazes. “we’ll come out when we’re finished with our business.”

kaedehara kazuha.

walking on the red carpet,

“y/n, over here!”

the flashing of crowded camera lights momentarily blind you with their intense illumination, but you work up a smile for the audience anyway. it’s been thirty minutes since you’ve found yourself posing for the cameras, however now you wanted nothing more than to sit down and tend to the blisters that were beginning to sting at your feet from your heels.

you take a few steps toward the venue, ever so slightly swaying in your stance as you grit your teeth and endure the sudden bursts of pain. if you could just walk a bit quicker to reach the confines of the marbled threshold that awaits…

but the deafening shout of the final group of photographers snap you out from your daze, glancing over your shoulder as they excitedly beckon you over to take the last batch of photos before entering inside.

you shift in your steps…albeit a little too hurriedly, as your feet begin to wobble and you feel yourself about to fall down —

only to be (unwillingly) caught by none other than your unfazed co-actor. his hands slip around your waist to securely straighten your body, and you can’t help but gape in astonishment at the uncharacteristic yet gentlemanly gesture.

“love, you look like an idiot staring at me.”

your eyebrows furrow at the slightly rude comment, annoyed at how his averted eyes never seem to meet yours. “i think i had it under control.” you mutter beneath your breath, forcing a smile for the cameras and gushing photographers, as his thumb lazily traces circles on your waist in a form of reassurance.

“you can bicker all you want later, when we reach the entrance.” he smirks in amusement, before nonchalantly resting his head on your shoulder to pose differently for the pictures, his intrusive breath tickling your ears. “just smile and look pretty, love. like always.”

it’s frustrating to fight the blush that settles on your cheeks as he puts on a facade and eventually guides you inside with that fucking knowing grin.

albedo.

attending a costume fitting,

“stand still.” you hear him mutter in a low breath, as he wraps the measuring tape around the curve of your waist.

you let out a dry scoff. “who let you do this?”

“it’s not that difficult of a task,” albedo replies, peering down at the red number on the white band. “so i offered to help out.”

“well make it quick,” you clear your throat, cocking your head to the side in attempts to hide the flush on your cheeks. “it’s been fifteen minutes. i’m starving.”

“are you?” he hums, never raising his teal irises to meet yours in turn. “or are you just scared?”

you frown at the boy. “why would i be scared?”

albedo tugs lightly on the measuring tape around your body, causing you to tumble forward and closer to his face. your eyes jolt wide open at the close proximity, and the forbidden thumping in your heart grows worse at the clearer sight of him.

“a-albedo?” you blurt out, shifting your eyes somewhere else to avoid his piercing gaze. “what the hell are you doing?” you peek over his shoulder at the wide open door. “what if someone sees us?”

a corner of his lip tugs upward in an attractive manner. “ah, is that why?” followed by a teasing chuckle. “you’re scared i might do something to you.”

“jeez, i’m not afraid—” you bite your tongue hastily in aggression, when he suddenly tilts his head to inch closer towards your lips.

“it’s in your eyes right now,” he remarks in a low voice, noting the way your breath remains caught in your throat. “you’re scared i’ll end up kissing you.”

you swallow thickly in the haze of his pervading cologne, unable to say anything to refute his words. because yeah, maybe he was right. maybe you were scared about the centimeter distance. maybe you were scared that your rival co-actor might press his soft mouth against yours without acting. maybe you were scared about what that would mean in your career and competitive relationship.

bringing your hands down to his, you pry his grasp off the tape around your waist. “well, you got what you needed. i’m leaving.”

as you hurriedly make your way towards the exit of the room, albedo stays behind to fill out the last measurement required on the sheet of paper, before eventually allowing a begrudging sigh to escape from between his pressed lips.

“ah…for a second, i almost wanted to kiss her.”

ayato.

helping with your make-up,

“why does he have to do this again?” you groan in your seat, jutting out a finger at the boy setting down another cosmetic near a station organized by the wide mirror.

“‘cause i know how to do it well.” ayato smiles, but there’s something close to a mischievous intent masked behind blue-grey irises.

you glare over at the director, who ended up shrugging his shoulders nonchalantly. “just a few more minutes and it’s over. you’re getting paid to put up with him anyway.”

“god knows i wish i wasn’t,” you scoff, about to bury your face in your hands, before suddenly remembering you were already caked with make-up.

“one last touch,” you hear him hum, watching as he swipes his finger across a light pink tint before reluctantly bringing his hand closer to your face.

you can’t even protest as he brushes the pigment softly against the plush of your lips, the rest of his fingers cupping your cheek in a gentle manner. ayato strokes the shade once, twice, and perhaps once more for an extra measure — before suddenly pausing in his movements.

you wonder what he’s busy gawking at, and then it belatedly hits you — he’s staring at your mouth.

“ahem,” you aggressively clear your throat, snapping him out of his temporary daze.

“ah, it’s done.” ayato instantly comments, and it irks you to see how he doesn’t even seem bothered that you had clearly caught him admiring your lips back there.

“weirdo.” you grumble, pushing yourself off the seat to scrutinize the boy’s finished work in the mirror. “hm, i suppose it’s…not bad.”

your hesitant comment causes his eyes to shift from the cosmetics, towards the sight of your reflection in the mirror.

“well, would you look at that,” he grins cockily, ignoring the way his heart subconsciously races a tad too quickly at the pleasant view of you.

“i finally made you pretty.”

don’t look down

(albedo x reader)

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“Come on Albedo, give it a rest. You’ve been cooped up here for 3 days! You need to eat.” You push your way into the tent despite him telling you to leave right when you opened it up.

“Not now. I’m not going to repeat myself. I’m almost done, food can wait, now leave.” He didn’t even bother glancing back at you.

Your hands only tightened around the lunch you made him, saying nothing more you walked up to where he was sitting and placed the soup you made for him on his table, though as you did so you managed to knock down the ink he was using to write all over his paperwork, the very paperwork he’s been writing on for his experiment for the past three days.

You froze, opening your mouth to say something but nothing came out, you felt stupid.

Albedo only stared at the ink seeping into the paper, mixing the words he wrote into one big pile of nothing. He only gently put down the pen next to him, head falling into his hands as he exhaled, trying his absolute best to not lose it completely.

“Bedo I’m sorry.”

“Get out.” He cleared his throat, inhaling sharply through his nose as he raised his head. “Now! Get out, leave, I don’t want to see you. You’ve done enough.” He closed his eyes, temples throbbing.

“I-I can help just let me-“

The soup you made went flying to the floor, some of the liquid spilled out of the bag spreading onto the floor along with some papers, making you jump back at the sudden movement.

“I’m not going to repeat myself,” his hands slammed down onto the table “JUST LEAVE! GO! YOU'VE RUINED ENOUGH!” His voice rose higher than you’ve ever heard it, making you immediately turn around, grabbing nothing as you did what he told you to.

You felt horrible. Of course you try doing something nice once in a while and it ends up biting you back for no reason. You didn’t mean to ruin his hard work but yet you still managed to do so in the simplest stupidest way possible. “Idiot! Why didn’t I look before I placed it down.” You mumble to yourself, feeling utterly guilty as you make your way down the familiar trail to the scenic view you always visit.

You knew he needed a breather, a second to calm down, it was all your fault so you have no right to feel bad for yourself. He told you to leave in the beginning. You should’ve listened then.

As you were walking down the trail you felt how much colder one of your legs was then the rest of your body, your brows furrow as you looked down only to them notice a huge wet patch on your leg, presumably from the soup. You didn’t even feel the soup hit your leg, let alone the burn from it as you scanned the red patch that now littering your skin. Though you felt bad you couldn’t deny the shock you felt, his voice didn’t sound like his. It sounded so foreign, not once has he ever raised it any higher than how he normally speaks, but you knew you crossed a line, though he somewhat surprised you with how he reacted you knew it was bound to happen, you pushed his buttons too far.

You brought your hands to your mouth, blowing hot air onto them to ease the burning feeling on your fingertips. You knew he didn’t want to see you anytime soon but you didn’t want to leave him alone all day, so you decided to stay at the place you and him always go to besides his campsite to let him calm down.

Albedo’s chest felt heavy. He couldn’t bring himself to pick up his pen again, he couldn’t bring himself to even think of the experiment as he felt utter guilt.

It was eating him alive, you’ve been gone for a while now and the longer you didn’t come back the more worried he felt.

He didn’t mean to blow up on you. He’s never raised his voice so high at you and the startled look on your face as he thinks back to what he did makes his heart feel heavy. The smell of the homemade soup you made is still heavy in the air as he looks down at the mess he’s made with it. He only sighs, pushing back his chair and getting up deciding to go find you himself as he knows you felt too guilty to come back yet, he knows you were just worried and he need to apologize properly, luckily for him he knows exactly where you went.

You were too caught up in your own thoughts, eyes scanning the city of Mondstadt below you, you missed the sound of footsteps approaching from behind you. A familiar pair of arms came into view as they wrapped themself around your waist pulling you back into their chest.

“Albedo?” your voice came out so small, anyone who wasn’t standing directly next to you would’ve missed it.

“Mhmn.” He hummed next to you, urging you to go on.

He felt the way your body tensed up knowing exactly what was about to come out of your mouth. A smile making its way onto his lip’s the longer you stared at his arms. He was waiting to see the reaction you’d give him once you found out.

“Your hands,” you scan the arms around your waist, noticing something missing on his wrists, something that felt off. “Your hands, these hands, they’re not Albedo’s,” you all but whisper out more to yourself as you examine the fingers, palm and wrist if the person whose arms were wrapped around your torso. The person who looked exactly, even sounded exactly like your boyfriend.

“Now what kind of joke is that y/n? That’s impossible-“

“Let me go.” Your hands wrapped around his wrists, attempting to pry his arms off your waist which only wrapped around you tighter.

His smile widened, you could hear the sick smile and hum from the reaction you gave him.

He took a step forward and you felt your heart drop to your stomach, your terrible fear of heights only spiking as he took another step. You weren’t too far from the edge of the mountain, and yes though you were absolutely terrified of heights this spot was one you loved because of the view, that and you also never got to close to the edge, not this close at least.

“Let you go? But it’s me, it’s albedo why are you-“

“Don’t. even. try. Don’t imitate him, you’re not Albedo.” you tried to sound as intimidating as possible though you were more than sure the rabid beat of your heart and your spiked pulse gave away how scared you truly were.

“You’re not albedo, I don’t know who you are or how you sound like him let alone even look exactly like him, but you’re not him, and you never will be.” your grasp around his wrists only tightened as you still tired pulling him away.

“Did you always bite back before?” The man behind you whispers, a chuckle escaping his lips moments after.

“Are you scared love?” He cooed, arms trapping you in place as he shoved you forward with a larger step this time.

You shut your eyes and gasped, too scared to open and look down at the steep slope beneath you.

“You are? But you were doing so well at acting so tough just moments ago. What's wrong now? Don’t you trust me.” His chest was pressed against your back as he took another step, chest rumbling at your crumbling facade you tried to keep up.

You felt his breath tickle your ear as he leaned down. “I heard you guys fighting. What has he done this time?” He asks, you only start to thrash in his hold. “Is he putting his work over his lovely significant other? Oh how shameful of him, truly what a shame. I’d treat you better you know?” He jolted you upright, making you stand straight, your back fully pressed into his chest. “Just don’t make a sound and come with me yeah?” The playful tone in his voice was gone in a second making your breath get caught in your throat by how quickly he switched up. Your head was spinning, he sounded so much like albedo, his skin felt just as soft, his height was exactly the same everything, he had everything like him, but it wasn’t him. The missing diamond marks on his wrists and fast changing moods proving as evidence alone.

“Why aren’t you answering? You always answer for him? Why aren’t you answering me? Is there something wrong with me?” He shoved you forward again, taking a big stride forward leaving only about 5 feet from the edge of the cliff and your feet.

You felt your foot slide forward beneath you, snow falling off the edge as you stood up again, regaining your posture. Your breathing was erratic, you stopped your thrashing as you held onto his wrists once again. You weren’t even sure what to say or do, you felt utterly terrified.

“Now you're holding onto me?” He chuckled, breath tickling your neck making the hairs stand up straight, his voice went back to being condescending.

“This scene sure is breathtaking huh?” His hand playfully pinched your waist as he circled his arms around you bringing you closer to his chest, hugging you against him.

“I do wonder,” he took another step forward.

“What would really happen to the human body if it were to plummet down from this altitude?” You nervously swallow, feeling your mouth go dry. “I mean the snow just looks so soft down there doesn’t it?” another step, you felt your foot slip forward and a small yelp escaped your lips, making your eyes burn with fear.

“What if I conducted an experiment on you?” He asked, voice lowering as he took a small step forward. His own adrenaline pumping as he felt you shake in his hold, he wanted this, to take everything that was Albedo’s and make it his. To ruin everything Albedo loves. To completely corrupt him and make him the villain, make him the one that everyone hates.

Albedo noticed it was eerily quiet as he made his way up the trail, he spotted your footprints along it but hadn’t expected to see another pair he didn’t recognize leading up the same trail you had gone up, these prints were far more fresh than yours.

Albedo only stared longer noticing how the size of the print seems to be strikingly similar to his, making him more uneasy as a horrible feeling sets itself on his chest once again.

He quickly stood up and started walking faster. “They’ll be there, looking out over the place they love most, waiting for me, they’ll be there.” Albedo repeats to himself in his head, his legs pick up the pace the feeling of uneasiness making him slightly nauseous, mostly because only you and him know of this spot, no one else.

His legs come to a halt when a familiar voices hits his ears, his heartbeat almost too loud but he catches the voice alright. He feels the hairs on his arms stand because he recognizes the voice so well, the voice wasn’t yours. It was his own voice coming from the end of the trail, along with harsh movements.

The sounds of struggle only made Albedo move his legs again, his hand lifted to his lips to make sure he wasn’t going crazy and speaking himself, but his lips were sealed shut, having not opened since he last screamed at you to leave.

Turning the corner of the trail to the scenic view his heart was hammering in his chest. There you were, standing looking out like you always were, except he was behind you? He was standing right behind you, holding you close, as you struggled in his hold.

It took Albedo a second to realize just how close the clone of himself had you to the edge and his strides widened, wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms and out of the fake person pretending to be him.

“Don’t move.” He heard the clone version of himself speak up as he neared you, sword already drawn in hand ready to strike.

You stop struggling, your head snapped back to see Albedo, the real one, your Albedo behind you with his sword drawn.

“Bedo,” you whisper, lips wobbling as you feel relief wash over your body, he came in time and you knew he’d protect you.

“Impeccable timing I must say, but I was about to get my answer, what a shame.” Albedos clone smirked at the real one as he slowly turned around with you in his hold so you were now fully facing Albedo.

“Let them go.” Albedo simply stated, getting straight to the point.

“Hahaha, You’re funnier than I thought you’d be,” fake albedo chuckled, hand coming up to your face to cup it gently as he glared at Albedo. “You’ve been so mean to them latley, why the change of heart now? I was just telling them how I can treat them way more-“

“Don’t touch them.” Albedo took a step closer, sword pointing at the man behind you. You’ve never seen Albedo look so panicked, his usual soft unreadable features now showing signs of worry with his furrowed brows, uneven breathing and shaky hands.

“Ah,” fake albedo took a step back and you grasped his arms around your waist to steady yourself. “Nono, not a step closer or else.” Clone Albedo tutted, shaking his head as he clicked his tongue.

“Take another step and it’s not just me that’ll go down, the snow at the bottom looks so soft and I’ve been wanting to conduct an experiment for a while now you see. If you take another step closer I’ll have no choice but to use dear y/n here as my test subject to see if the human body will survive such a fall or if the soft looking snow at the bottom will help with the impact or not.” He explained, smile widening at Albeod’s uneasiness.

“No,” Albedo lifted his sword higher, glancing at your tear stricken face he only gripped the hilt tighter. “Don’t you dare.” Albedo spoke slowly, feeling his stomach drop with every word his clone self spoke.

“It's not you who gets to decide.” Clone Albedo glared, thumb caressing the side of your cheek as he rested his head upon your shoulder, feeling them slightly tremble. “Would you care to join me in this joint experiment of mine dear y/n?”

Another step back.

You felt your bottom lip wobble as you bit down not wanting the sob to escape. You were beyond scared, plummeting to your death was something that always made your skin crawl. What a sick twist of fate, your worst fear was being served to you on a silver platter.

“No, p-please don’t.” Your voice cracked, Albedo’s features hardened as he saw tears run down you cheeks.

Another step back.

Clone Albedo just had one more step and you’d both go down. You didn’t think your life would end in such a horrible way, the way you feared the most.

“I-I don’t want to go with you, I don’t want to be part of your experiment. Please just let me stay.” You choke out, trying to plant your feet onto the ground to stop him from dragging you back any further.

“Why?” His grip on your face tightened making you wince. “Why should he get to keep you while I get left with nothing? When he treats you so mean. I’ve been watching you both for so long. Why am I the one who has to be left all alone? All these years i've seen you have everything you’ve ever wanted, everything I could ever hope for, and yet you take things for granted Albedo, but this,” a wide smile spreads across his lips, “this should teach you to treasure the things you have, because you never know what might happen, in an instant, just like you took the life I was supposed to have, I’ll take one of the lives you were supposed to treasure.” He laughs, both his arms tightening around your waist as he let his body fall back.

Your eyes only widened, you looked at Albedo in shock as he threw his sword down, his arm outstretched to you but you felt your whole body tipping back as he did so. You stretched out your own arm in hopes to just maybe get a grasp of Albedo’s hand, just maybe.

It felt like time slowed down, you couldn’t really move so you just stood frozen as you felt yourself slowly tip back fully, the view of the sky meeting your eyes as you felt the body behind you rumble as his laughter grew louder. The weight of his body dragged you down along with him, you no longer felt the snow beneath your feet as you felt yourself get pulled down along with the clone of albedo.

A hand came into view once again, a familiar gloved one that you loved so much. Along with his hand came an expression you’ve never seen him wear, a sad, scared terrified look gracing his features. Crystal like tears rolling down his face as he reached as far as his arm would let him without letting his own body slip down too. Your hand flew up and you felt his touch, fleeting but still there and just in time.

He gripped your hand in his, his other arm gripping onto the sharp unsteady rock next to the edge to hold himself from falling down.

The pain shot down his whole body, from the very arm that was holding the weight of holding two people down to his chest. His heart was beating so loud in his ears. Though he felt as if his arm was about to tear out of its socket at any given moment he couldn’t care less about the excruciating pain he was experiencing, not when you were looking at him with such scared eyes. No matter what, he had to pull you up at all costs.

“Y-You can’t,” You choke out, clone Albedo pulling you down further making you slip a bit in Albedo’s grasp.

“Just let go, your arm can’t take anymore.” You try to stop the tears, your eyes burned from the sheer cold you felt. Your scared face making more tears spill out of Albedo’s own eyes as he shook his head.

“NO! NO I WONT!” Albedo yelled, refusing to do so, knowing he won’t be able to live with himself if he ever did such a thing. Not after what he told you earlier, not after how he treated you so horribly and hasn’t had the chance to properly apologize, he sure as hell wasn’t going to let you go.

Clone Albedo only laughed at Albedos struggle. He wanted to see him crumble, to see him fall into despair, to take everything that was his and to replace him, to be the better version of him.

“Trying so hard to save them? Just let go, you were screaming at them to leave earlier what’s the difference if they leave like this.” Clone Albedo yelled, as he pushed his legs against the cliff making you slip in Albedos hands just a bit more.

The rock Albedo’s was using to steady himself moved making him slip forward. The sharp rock only pierced through his glove and into his hand.

“ALBEDO, ALBEDO STOP!” You screamed, getting his attention as he faced you again, you couldn’t stand seeing him struggle so much, you knew it was hurting him but you couldn’t drag him down anymore. You knew what had to be done.

You twist your hand in his and his eyes widen. “Y/N DONT YOU DARE, STOP MOVING PLEASE, PLEASE DONT-“ he choked out, his fresh tears hitting your face as he looked down at you in desperation.

“I’m sorry love, but I can’t let you get dragged down as well.” You whisper, twisting in his hold once again as you felt yourself slip though his hold.

The look of terror on his face made your eyes blur more as you felt the clone of Albedo drag you down with him, the last thing you heard was the sound of your name being screamed from the lips of your lover. You hoped he can forgive you for making such a selfish decision on your own, but he was too important to lose, you just couldn’t drag him down too, not after all the mess you’ve caused already. All you could do was offer a smile to him as you fell, his figure leaning over the edge becoming more distant before everything went black.

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authors note: hello lovely people!! today I present my first Albedo fic woooo ^o^ pretty chalk prince time! I was unsure if I should leave it off the way I did or not LOL SORRY FOR THAT BTW but here it is! also uhhh sorry for any errors I didn’t have much time to revise but I wanted to post something. I was going to post tmr but it’s my birthday so I wasn’t sure if I’d have enough time to do so but I do hope you all enjoy it! stay safe lovelies! -bagel ┗ (･o･ ) ┓<33

tw: death, 18+ only: sukuna is very protective over his little wife.

“Woah, she’s hot!”

That was the first comment. SUKUNA knew then he wanted to kill this man.

“Shit, look at her.” The vulgar stranger whistled, his lustful eyes trailing the curves of your body. “I hope I can get five minutes alone with her in the bathroom.”

Sukuna swallowed a sip of his dark liquor.

He and this stranger were the only two individuals at the gathering sitting on the couches instead of mingling with the others. It was the perfect spot for him to keep an eye on you, his sweet little wife, but him alone. This man? Who dared to join Sukuna on the couch and pour himself a shot of whiskey?

He was going to die tonight. Sukuna was certain of it.

Sukuna turned to face one of the bodyguards standing beside the couch — not that Sukuna needed any protection. Silently, he gestured in your direction, and the bodyguard immediately understood Sukuna’s wordless command.

The stranger watched the interaction take place. He watched the guard approach you and guide you over to the sitting area, and he smiled wildly.

“You’re bringing her to me? You’re a good man,” he said.

Sukuna took another sip of his dark liquor.

When you arrived, a kind smile on your face, Sukuna put his glass down on a nearby table and patted his lap twice.

Happily, you took your seat, and his large hand rubbed your hip.

Oh, the man was stunned. Angry.

“Hey, I called dibs on that bitch first,” he spat.

Sukuna watched the corners of your lips fall as the man continued on, on, and on. During his ramble, Sukuna whispered in your ear, “Close your eyes and cover your ears, girl.”

You did as you were told, though it did little to muffle the sound of the gunshot that came seconds later.

The party guests were silent for a moment, but after observing you in Sukuna’s lap, a gun in his hand, and an unfamiliar dead body bleeding out on the couch, they were quick to return to their conversations.

After all, Sukuna owned this building. This party was his. And this wasn’t the first time he had to murder someone on his kindhearted wife’s behalf.

“Hey,” Sukuna, who was aggressive with every other soul except for you, spoke softly. “I’ll cheer you up when we get home, pretty girl.”

With him, that could have meant watching reruns of your favorite show with you, or him sloppily licking at your clit until you came repeatedly.

More than likely both.

time loop wrapped

failed to save a loved one 8402 times

punched your boss in the nuts 13 times

arrested 329 times

died by falling down a manhole twice

binged 178 tv shows

you spent 328500 minutes in the loop. that’s over 7 months nonstop!

top 10% of time loopers worldwide

𝐒𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓’𝐒 𝟎.𝟓𝐊 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓

@yuutakuns | okkotsu yuuta x reader

thank you so much for your request lovely, your kind words mean so much to me <3. kissing you very gently on the forehead 😽 also this is more than 300 so sorry i got carried away 😭😭

song inspo: love is only a feeling | joey bada$$

cw: cunnilingus, spit, overall softer than intended, male masturbation, a couple of thigh slaps

your skin bristles at the sound of your front door slamming, heart beating with anticipation as your lover stomps through your shared space. cabinets slam and curses leave his lips as he makes his way into the kitchen. heat begins pooling in your stomach at his frustrations, mind numbing at the thought of him taking all his pent up frustration on you instead. “yuu?”, you call softly, rounding the corner to join him in the kitchen. your eyes take in the back of him, his hands pressed onto the counter as his head hangs low.

“yuuta?” you call out again, “is everything okay?” he sighs heavily before turning to face you, weary eyes meeting your own. his tense body relaxes as you move behind him, arms wrapping around his waist. he grasps your hands firmly in his, pressing soft kisses into your skin. “it is now,” he says, smile on his face as he glances back at you. your face mirrors his own, pressing a chaste kiss in between his shoulders. “long day?” you ask, fingers slipping through his larger ones. he hums in acknowledgement, pressing more kisses to your hands before turning to face you. “so long,” he sighs, “was thinking about you all day, sweetheart. just wanted this.” 

your grin spreads at his words, standing up on your toes to press a kiss to his lips. he sighs in content, hands wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against him. his tongue swipes against your bottom lip, groaning into your mouth when you allow his entrance. the hands on your waist tighten, pushing you back until you’re flush against the island behind you. “gonna let me use you?” he asks breathlessly, “pretty pussy always makes me feel so much better.” you whimper at his words, pulling him in for a salacious kiss. his hands move under your thighs, placing you on the space behind you before slotting himself between your spread legs. his hands slide up your body, pushing up his stolen shirt in his wake. “this what you were thinking about all day?” you ask with a teasing grin. his eyes search yours, pressing another kiss to your lips. “yeah,” he answers shamelessly, lips moving to mouth over your neck. you let out a moan at the feeling of him leaving his mark down you, breath catching in your throat when his hands squeeze your chest thumbs flicking over your pert nipples. 

“wanted you all day, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, “the only one who can make me feel better.” you keen at his words, hips grinding into him. he swats your thigh, rubbing his hands over the mark to shush your outcry. “patience, baby. be good,” he says. he moves away from you then, pulling your hips closer to the edge of the counter. heart racing in anticipation as his mouth travels up you thigh, fingers pulling down your underwear before spreading you wider for him. “fuck,” he groans, “so pretty, so wet. this all for me?” you nod frantically before yelping at the sting in your thigh. “words, sweetheart. don’t play games, not today.” your eyes gloss over in lust at the sight of him on his knees for you, hands fisting his cock slowly as he looks up at you. “‘s for you, yuuta. all for you.” he hums in approval, mouth moving to press a kiss to your leaking slit. “be a good girl for me and cum on my tonge, kay?” he says before running his tongue through your folds. “yes!” you cry out, “yes, yuuta. please.” the sound of his tongue running through you along with his hand fisting his own cock fills the room, overpowered by your cries of pleasure. he moans into your cunt, sucking your clit into his mouth. 

“fuck, yuuta. don’t stop. ‘m gonna cum.” his tongue runs flat over your clit at your words, moving his head side to side, hand moving faster on his leaking cock. he unlatches from you, spitting onto your already drooling cunt before thrusting his tongue as deep as he can. “cumming! y-yuuta, ‘m cumming,” you moan, hands gripping his hair to pull him closer to you. “cum for me,” he moans into your slit, his hips bucking up into his own hand as pleasure washes over him. both of your sounds fill the small kitchen as you cum on his face, his hand slowing on his cock, bringing you both down from your highs. you breathe heavily as he stands up again, pressing his lips to yours. “are you good now?” you ask breathlessly. “let me cum in my pretty pussy and i’ll be better than just ‘good’,” he says with a grin. 

"A rascal from Mondstadt, huh? What am I ever going to do with you?"

Chapter One - Wistful Thinking

Pairing: Bully!Dabi x Fem!Reader, (3rd Person)

Summary: If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you. She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt. But because it was exactly what she wanted.

CW: Alternate Universe - No Quirks (My Hero Academia), Dubious Consent, Unhealthy Relationships, Bullying, Manipulation, Humiliation, Childhood Friends, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Childhood Trauma, Power Play, Angst, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm. Future Tags: Drugs, Alcohol, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Attempted Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Hate Sex, Smut, Porn With Plot, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst and Porn, Sadism

A/N: In celebration of Dabi's dance being animated, I'm posting the first chapter of a request for a Bully!Dabi fic that should've been a one-shot, but just went completely off the rails (where have we heard that one before? Lol). Currently, the fic will be completed at three chapters, but I actually really like the idea so it' not impossible that I might expand it further once Play Nice is completed. ^_^

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[excerpt]

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

That’s what her mother always used to say.

“I told you to get me orange juice.”

She flinched at the venom in Dabi’s tone as he glared up at her from his desk. She stood in front of him, ready for her reprimand like a dutiful employee. A good little slave.

His eyes narrowed when she didn’t answer, “Didn’t I?”

“Y-Yes!” she yelped.

“So what the fuck is this?” he demanded, grabbing the can she’d presented to him and waving it in her face.

She dropped her gaze to the ground, hands wringing anxiously. It wasn’t just the heat of Dabi’s glare or the bite of his words that was making it hard to stay standing. The sadistic amusement of his friends, Jin and Keigo, perched lazily on the desks around him were just as painful. Not to mention the rest of their class watching on with smug little smiles and whispers.

“T-They were out of orange juice,” she stammered, “So I got you orange-flavored tea…”

Dabi watched her, waiting for any more qualifications, any last excuses. But her eyes stayed down, lips stayed shut. The only change was in her now shuffling feet.

So he popped open the tab and took a drink.

“Hmm.”

Hope swelled in her chest. Maybe she’d done enough this time. She looked up tentatively. Bored, piercing blue awaited her. He held her there for a moment, letting her think, letting her settle into relief and security.

Catching her in a trap.

He smirked.

“It’s fucking disgusting.”

And threw the open can straight at her chest.

It hit her with an audible force, dousing her uniform and splashing all over the desk and floor.

Jin snorted out a laugh, “Oh shit.”

Keigo next to him was noticeably silent, just watching for her reaction.

“Seriously, how can you be this useless?” Dabi spat, pulling his legs off the desk before any of the tea could spread to his shoes.

Dripping, she tried desperately to fight the quiver from her lip. It was not a fight she was winning.

He stood with an annoyed sigh, “Now I’ve gotta go get it myself. Happy?

She didn’t dare respond, not with that familiar lump growing larger and larger in her throat. If she so much as breathed in that moment, she’d cry for sure. And crying in front of Dabi would only make things worse.

So much worse.

“Better clean up your mess before class starts if you don’t want to get in trouble,” he called back as he made his way to the door, Jin close behind him.

Keigo stayed for a moment, watching with furrowed brows as she knelt down on trembling legs into the spreading orange-tinted puddle. 

“Oi, Bird Brain. Let’s go!”

He quickly turned on his heel, following the call without a second thought.

She picked the can up, fruitlessly trying to stop the spill — it was practically empty at this point.

If a boy is picking on you, it means he likes you.

She could almost laugh. By that logic, Dabi must’ve been fucking in love with her. 

That thought was what finally made the tears start to spill. Not because of how ridiculous it was or how isolating it felt.

But because it was exactly what she wanted.

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