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hansolen · 5 months

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one more love song?

pairing ⇾ luke castellan x hades’ daughter reader (gendered stuff isn’t mentioned anywhere in the post so it can be read as gn)

word count ⇾ 3k

summary ⇾ luke is a simp, tries to confess, you guys share earphones and sit near the lake at night. the moon loves you 🫶

author’s note ⇾ so most of this is just happened to be written as luke admiring the reader rather than what i was actually going to go for, but i’m really happy with how it turned out :) hope you enjoy it as well 💌 wrote this all in one setting. when inspo hits.. it hits like a truck 🚛 this one is for my quiet people, and maybe a little self indulgent. guilty as charged your honour. no use of y/n.

you had a thing for luke castellan, and he had a thing for you too. it was no secret to anyone. but none of the other campers understood why you both preferred to dance around each other’s feelings rather than addressing them. even though everyone could feel the immense tension you both carried around whenever you were near each other, no one chose to mention it. it would be like taking a gun and pointing the muzzle right at ones own head — it was a death sentence really, hearing you both deny it. so they all just went along with ignoring it like you both pretended to do.

you were the daughter of hades, the king of the underworld and part of the trinity. that definitely added a little intimidation to your already mysterious aura. luke on the other hand was a possessive guy, even if he didn’t show it. sure, he was extremely confident, and even a little egotistical - yes, but all for the right reasons of course (as per him). but he was possessive nonetheless. that’s why it killed him inside each day that he couldn’t call you his, and himself as yours.

he really didn’t like anyone else approaching you with any unwanted intentions. though, don't get him wrong, he's well aware that you could protect yourself. hell, you could protect the entire camp just by yourself alone, but still — he felt a pang of jealously whenever some apollo’s kid talked with you for too long. or when your discussions with some guy from the hephaestus’ cabin were too long. he knew that you guys were just discussing your plans for some of their inventions and how you could help by designing their ideas into structural sketches. afterall, you were good with sketches, a hobby of yours, those from cabin 9 made sure to utilise to their fullest. even though he knew it all, he still felt some unwanted feelings swirl inside him.

he wanted to confess to you, oh he wanted to do that so badly. but he just didn't know how to.. you didn't seem the kind who’d like the usual route. for the sake of olympus itself - you didn’t even send him any signs, other than meeting back his longing gaze with just as much passion. he knew there had to be something between you two. there’s no way it could be all in his head.

but you — you never tried to make the first move, shit, you didn’t make any moves at all. and luke knows he’s a confident guy, he knows he’s amazing and all that glory speech he gives around to the new comers but oh you. you just make him rethink it all. he doesn’t know how to act around you - he feels so different around you.

as if you put some kind of spell on him that makes him loose this carefully handcrafted personality, his façade. and he's back to being the kid he was - just trying to prove himself somehow in some way. but at least you never abandoned him.. nor did you ever make him feel unwanted. unlike his.. his dad. he doesn’t need to impress you, you’ve made that clear with your actions. but still he - he really wants to.

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he recalls back when you still pretended to be unclaimed and stayed at the hermes cabin. though later on (like a whole month later) everyone found out that you knew your dad was hades and you shifted to the newly made hades cabin. it happened in such a funny manner where you stated it to the suprised chiron like it was just another fun fact about you. totally not some very critical and important information. camp half-blood having a kid of one of the three and not just any but of hades, who was always so adamant on not sending his kids to camp that the gods had an entire incident regarding it. but here you were.

anyway that’s not the point. he just really liked you and had felt a pull towards you since the beginning. he observed you from afar during your first few weeks at camp. when it was your third week at camp and you had developed the constant habit of staying up every night and sneaking out. he followed, ofcourse he was just being a good head counselor. afterall till you were in the hermes cabin you were someone he had to make sure followed the rules or whatever. he didn’t care for that much, he just wanted to know what you were always up to.

you always hid away by the time he followed you out. he had made sure that this week, this day, he’d finally follow you without you hiding away in the shadows. of course you weren’t dumb either. you could feel another shadow added to the ones you were controlling, and you felt like having a little fun with the castellan boy. so you let him follow you. (and luke found out about that fact weeks later, and safe to say he was annoyed that he wasn’t slick enough. though he got back on you, he showed you just how smooth he could be during sword fighting practice. spoiler: by the end of the match you were under him with a sword pressed on your neck and his smirk making you feel things.)

back to what happened on your third week at camp - as he followed you he realised you were headed towards the lake. oh so this was your favourite spot. he looked at you from afar, you looked breathtaking.

the moonlight shined on your figure sitting by the lake. you were probably listening to some music, since you had your earphones in.

he held his breath, he wanted to carve this scene in his memory forever. you truly looked like a goddess, the serene view and a serene beauty (you). a perfect combination indeed.

after giving himself some pep talk mentally and encouraging himself to actually go to you, he finally did. and oh boy was he glad he did - because that was the start of your friendship, and something more.

he still fondly remembers how you smiled when he finally came and sat beside you.

“finally came out of your hiding spot, castellan?” you said in a light tone. “you knew?” he asked suprised, but not really. “i know everything that goes in the shadows.” you said and smiled while taking off one earphone and handing it out to him. he took it gratefully.

that day you shared an earphone with him and in return took a piece of his heart with you.

that was the beginning of whatever the hell was going on between you and luke castellan. he understood later on what you had meant by the shadows comment when a week later you had casually revealed who your father was and shifted cabins, much to luke’s displeasure.

but you guys remained friends nonetheless and continued to keep each other company on moonlit nights.

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he still remembers when you first came to camp. you were so eerily quiet. your presence drew him to you like a moth to a flame. your eyes felt like they held galaxies and whenever you met his gaze he felt his heart could explode. though you didn't smile often, but oh god’s when you did grin at some stupid lame joke he made, or when something silly happened, he just found himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you.

though he notices. he notices how you keep your smiles to yourself and put a hand over your mouth whenever you do laugh. the reason? he truly doesn’t understand. because why in the world would you do that? you’re the most gorgeous being to have graced this earth, why would you not let him get addicted to your smiles and the sound of your melodious laughter which is sweet like nectar and has the warmth of ambrosia. as he knew it was a rare sight, he made sure to capture the memory to replay it in his head whenever he misses you.

you're so beautiful to him and your presence is so comforting. the deathly touch your aura carries has makes it all the more breathtaking. oh he's in it bad. he knows it.

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both your secret meet ups began increasing as weeks went by. you both talked about everything under the sun (or the moon, in your case). and even though you weren’t much of a talker when you were in groups during the day, luke felt glad that atleast when you were with him you spoke your heart out.

you made him feel so much at ease. even with all his responsibilities at camp and his plans.. and everything else that eats up his soul — in moments such as these, he feels like just another teenage boy. not the kid who got abandoned by his parents, not the teenager who had to protect his friends and had to prove something to the gods, not the head counselor and the greatest swordsman to have been in 300 hundred years, but just- just another teenage boy, a boy in love. oh he loved you. so much.

and that's why he decided he was finally going to confess to you tonight. he was going to set up a beautiful moment and hold your hand while looking in your eyes and confess how much he adores you and finally ask you to be his.

he felt a little nervous, which is so unlike him. c’mon, he has fought innumerable monsters and survived so many deathly quests, how is finally telling you what he’s been wanting to since forever making him more nervous than either of those situations? oh the things you do to him..

when he reached there you were already sitting near the lake at your favourite spot. as soon as he came closer, you turned your head towards him with a soft smile and said, “hey you” “hey me” he replied. he doesn’t miss the way you put an automatic smile on his face, as he sits beside you. you both sit in comfortable silence, your bodies making contact from the shoulders. neither of you move away, finding comfort in one another’s presence and touch.

being a demigod was.. anything but a normal experience to say the least. but finding someone who makes you feel.. more closer to the human part of yourself was something not everyone could find. but you both were so glad you did with one another.

as moments passed by, luke felt you lean your head on his shoulder. he relaxed into your touch as he looked down at your face to find your eyes closed. he knew you weren’t sleeping, just resting. he found himself forming a small smile as he looked at you.

then he started, “you know, i wanted to tell you something today.” you hummed in response waiting for him to continue. “i..” he felt his throat dry up. it’s always so easy to talk to you, so why is it that right now he feels unable to form words? your presence is always so calm and serene so why does his heart feel like it’s going a million miles per hour?

“hey.. hey look at me” you said in your calm voice as you softly held his face. he met your eyes, and oh he swears he could just get lost in the galaxy that lays within your eyes. you look at him with you sweet smile and say, “you can tell me anything, you know?” “i know.” his reply is almost immediate. you just smile at that “then go on”.

he closes his eyes to compose himself. he knows that he doesn’t need to pretend with you. but he also wants to tell you everything he feels for you and how you’ve taken all over his body, mind and soul. but he can’t formulate them into words. he just— “i love you too castellan.” “what” “what? you were trying to confess right? i only helped you.” you said smiling softly at him. “i.. well i..” he was dumbfounded. he had thought of so many ways this would probably go and the many ways he could say it but you.. you said it first.

“is that a pout?” you ask with a giggle. he feigns offense, “i do not pout.” “oh that was definitely a pout.” you teased. “it wasn't.” “oh it so was.” he rolls his eyes. “whatever. i just wanted to make it romantic or something i don't know. i mean i even got you a cassette tape with songs i dedicated to you and—” “you dedicated songs to me? and got them in a cassette tape? how even- when did you get the time to get that done? did you go out of camp for-” you said suprise clear in your voice but he interrupted you. “well obviously i dedicate songs to you infact they were so many that i had to choose the best of the best. and how i got the cassette and the player is just part of the trade secrets, darling.” he winked. and you just giggled and kissed him.

luke had imagined kissing you before, but it was never as close to the real deal. he was addicted to say the least. your lips tasted so sweet and felt so soft. for being the kid with the aura of death, you sure brought back life to him.

by now you were on his lap with his arms wrapped around you. you both were just sitting on the grass and taking in each other's presence and feeling peaceful with how close your hearts were.

slowly you took out your earphones from your pocket and gave him one wire. “so, one more love song?”

author's note ⇾ aand that's the end haha. hope you liked it <3 this is my first fic ever like everr and i didn't even think i’d be able to write something that i would actually wanna post, but something in me lit up when i saw my favourite childhood book series was finally getting the adaptation it deserved and then this came out of it <3 would love to know your thoughts on it.

#𓇚 kalopsia #luke castellan #luke castellan x you #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson #🏹 acara writes #luke castellan oneshot #luke castellan x y/n #percy series #percy jackon and the olympians #charlie bushnell #pjo x reader #pjo tv show #pjo series #pjo

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moonpetrichors-blog · 1 year

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Dating Neteyam Includes...

Tags: Neteyam x Reader, Heacanons, Fluff, Smidge Of Angst, Dating, Avatar 2, Gn!Reader, Happy Ending Because I Said So

Warnings: Major Spoiler For Avatar 2

What dating Neteyam would include.

I watched the movie last week and lord I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind. So, y’all are getting this because there is a woeful amount of content for us simps 😪👊

* ˚ ✦ Read below the cut

╭┈─────── ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-╰┈➤ ❝ [25/12/22] ❞

He is an extremely kind and patient boyfriend.

He will never pressure you into anything you don’t want to do, and is extremely responsible.

He doesn’t mind whatever pace you want to take in your relationship. He’s always willing to do things your way if it makes you happy.

He’s such a selfless person that he forgets to take care of himself sometimes, so having you around really grounds him 😭

When he’s looking after everyone else, who’s going to look after him?

You, obviously 🙄🤞

Sometimes, Neteyam feels really pressured as the golden child of the family.

For him, it’s difficult to make mistakes because he’s not supposed to.

When he has to protect others around him, he feels ashamed if he fails at his duty to do so

This makes him feel a bit emotionally neglected because it’s hard to keep up the good, older brother act when he’s struggling himself too

That’s why with you, he can feel so open and vulnerable.

If he makes mistakes or slips up, you validate his feelings and tell him that it’s okay. He doesn’t need to perform around you

Loves taking you on Ikran rides!

Them Sully genes are strong man. Of course he would

Always wants to impress you with dates that makes your heart swell

Between the both of you, Neteyam is really confident and definitely the more dominant one in your relationship.

That means he’s the big spoon, fairly protective, and is usually the one taking the lead in the relationship (e.g. initiates cuddles, kisses, etc.)

If anybody tries to bully you, Neteyam is quick to come to your rescue.

He’s very overprotective and would never want any harm to come to you

For example, if Aonung tried to pester or harass you, punches would definitely be getting thrown lmao

Neteyam struggles with feeling like he needs to prove himself, but you make him feel like a warrior everyday lol

He’s always so so grateful to know you’re his.

Some days, it’s really hard for Neteyam to let loose and have fun because he’s so uptight all the time and afraid of bad things happening to the people around him.

Again, he’s only really vulnerable with you, so he lets loose in private.

You treasure every moment you see that side of him where he’s playful, and forgets all about his worries when laughing with you.

Who knew that after being worried so long about the people around him, that he would forget to protect himself?

When he was on the verge of death, and your vision was blurry with tears, all you could do was hug his feeble body as he bled.

You didn’t realize he got shot, and you cursed yourself for not trying harder to protect him, when that’s all he does for you.

Thankfully, although a close call, Neteyam survived.

His near death experience brought you two closer than ever before.

He vowed to never leave you again ♥♥

#↳˳☁️;; ❝ headcanons ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗:#headcanons #neteyam #neteyam x reader #fluff #major spoiler #major spoilers #angst #slight angst #it's okay we're happy in this #avatar 2 #avatar #avatar headcanons #avatar 2 headcanons #dating #avatar neteyam #avatar neteyam x reader #gender neutral reader

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loveisanimaginarydagger3000 · 7 months

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The Babysitter (31)

I'm Here

MILF Wanda Maximoff X Reader 18+

Summary: In need of money and a way to escape the problems at home, you get a job babysitting two lovely boys named Billy and Tommy Maximoff. What happens when you start to feel things you shouldn't for their mother? Will it bloom into love or leave you heartbroken?

A/N- I would just like to say that there will be some sensitive issues in this story such as alcoholism, homophobia, anxiety as well as more mature content such as smut so, if you continue to read this, please consider this warning.

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I'm Here

"Detka," Wanda groans against your lips as you smile into another kiss, your arms wrapped securely around the other woman as you guide her into the bathroom where she wanted to go. "I said that I was going for a shower, not that we were," she mutters playfully, her lips still meeting your own though, continuing the kiss as you push her against the sink, fingers finding the waistband of her shorts.

"Same thing," you murmur, making her smile into the kiss as you sighed sensually against her, loving the feeling of your bodies pressed together, the warmth of her body always always comforting you. "I need a shower too, we could just save time and water," your voice a teasing whisper as she pulls back to chuckle, letting her head rest at the crook of your neck, fingers still toying with the waistband of her sleep shorts

"You use that excuse every time," she softly chuckles out, snaking her arms around your body, turning the embrace into something more intimate than passionate as you moved your hands to wrap around her instead, "And it never saves time or water."

"There's always a first for everything," you counter, her head leaving the safety of your neck, hands moving to loosely wrap around it instead, fingers playing with your messy hair from having just woken up a little while ago.

"There is," she whispers, voice dropping an octave and containing a slight rasp, your eyes flickering away from her enchanting green to her addictive lips, your head tilting up to meet them. A hand on your hair stops you, softly tugging you back away from her mouth, a teasing smirk on her face at how your eyes darkened at her tone, "But we won't be finding out now."

"Tease," you grumble while resting your head against her shoulder, savouring the moment a little longer before she decides she needs to shower now so she can take the boys to school without them being late.

"Can you go and help the boys with breakfast?" she whispers softly and lovingly, you groaning a little as showering with her seemed like so much more fun.

"They're ten, surely they can make breakfast themselves," you mutter, Wanda chuckling at your adamance to stay wrapped up in her arms, her lips delicately pressing against your hair as her eyes gloss over with love.

"They can," her tone amused at the small pout she could see forming on your face as you moved off her shoulder, losing yourself in her green like you always did. You'd never get over how perfect they were. "But my idea of a breakfast is extremely different to Tommy's," you let out a small laugh at her words as you could imagine the boy finding as much sugar as possible to consume, your body moving to peck her lips as you couldn't resist.

"Fine, I'll go monitor them," you whisper against her, her smiling at your reluctant tone, "But you can't complain if my idea of breakfast is also different to yours."

"Just make sure they eat something other than sugar," she says while kissing you one last time, slowly pushing your body away as you gradually leave the bathroom, purposely taking your time. "If you're good Detka, maybe we can have a bath together later," she whispers, her tone laced with suggestiveness while her lips pull into a smirk, your gaze unable to tear away from her seductive lips. "Now go," she playfully commands and you roll your eyes before listening to her, trudging your way downstairs in your pyjamas to have breakfast with the boys.

During all the time you've spent with the boys, you had almost perfected the 'stern mother stare' Wanda could do, you trying your best to copy the action as Tommy went to have some more of the sugary cereal you only let them have as it was Friday, him listening to your silent command before moving to place his bowl in the sink instead, a sugar rush not part of today's agenda for the boy. Billy soon followed suit, placing his bowl in the sink before following his brother upstairs to get changed into their school clothes, your phone ringing, the contact name surprising you.

"Hey Pietro?" you say, a little unsure of how to greet the man as you've never called before, a sigh of relief leaving his lips once you answered.

"Hey Y/n, is Wanda there? She's not answering her phone and I really need to talk to her," his voice is rushed and panicked, causing worry to flood through you, your body already moving towards your room to find the older woman.

"She's just in the shower, I'll go get her now. Is everything ok?" he can hear you running up the stairs as you swiftly get to your room, knocking on the bathroom door before walking in.

"Not really, I need to talk to Wanda first," he says, becoming a little impatient but you don't mind as something is clearly upsetting him.

When you walk into the room, Wanda looks at you over her shoulder, the steam of the shower door making it hard for her to see the phone in your hand, her lips tugging up into a smirk as she's assumed you've come to join her.

"Detka, I said-"

"Pietro's on the phone, he's said it's urgent," your words interrupting hers as her hands shoots out to turn off the water, her naked body leaving the shower as quick as possible, taking the phone off you as you move to find her a towel, offering it to her as she talks in Sokovian to her brother.

You notice how her eyes widen in fear and worry, her eyes flickering over to you as you stand there, a little unsure of what to do, her teeth biting down on her lower lip anxiously, her fingers playing with the end of the towel, the phone call soon coming to an end.

She rushes past you after that, moving into the bedroom to start finding some clothes to quickly pull on after haphazardly drying her body with the towel, your eyes filled with concern.

"Wanda?" you ask, voice wavering a little as you can see the distress evident on her face, tears brimming in her eyes, "Wanda, what's going on?" She turns her head to you as she starts to dry her hair as best as she could with a different towel, not having the time to blow dry it.

"Mama's in the hospital," she whispers, her voice cracking a little with worry, tone raw with emotion. "I need to go and see her, it doesn't sound good," your heart breaks a little for her as you know how much she loves her mother, how much pain she must be feeling as you remember getting a similar phone call.

"Hey," you coo, noticing how her eyes fill with tears, the older woman trying to keep it all together. "She'll be alright, Natalya's strong, just like you," you whisper, your hands helping her dry her hair as she brushes the other side, her eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror, the pools of green overflowing with nervousness.

"Fuck, I need to take the twins," she murmurs after a moment, realising they still need someone to take them to school and pick them up, her eyes flickering over to you as she turns her head, a reassuring look in your eyes.

"I'll take them and pick them up," you say, bringing her into a tender embrace, her body melting against yours as a tear spills down her cheek, your thumb gently brushing it away. You offer her a sympathetic smile as she leans her face into your palm for a moment, eyes fluttering shut before opening, a question on the tip of her tongue.

She wanted you to come with her, she needed you to come with her but no one as was available to look after the boys, Vision deciding it was a great time to take his new 'girlfriend' on a romantic holiday and not a favourable choice, Pietro obviously unable to, Monica also away with her family on a trip, no one else coming to the older woman's mind.

"Thank you," she murmurs, trying to hold it together, pressing a kiss to your lips for comfort as your hands glide up and down her back, trying to soothe her, "I wish you could be there."

"Me too," you whisper, "Call me if anything happens, If you need me at all, I'll come instantly," you whisper, and she fails to smile at your response, worry consuming her as she kisses you one last time, grabbing her necessities before leaving, explaining to the boys that she had to go somewhere suddenly before the sound of a car door can be heard, the engine starting soon after.

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Closing the door with a sigh, you checked your phone for what felt like the thousandth time to see if Wanda had messaged or called, the twins running off into the living room, unaware of where their mother had gone, leaving you to deal with two excitable ten year olds as worry clawed away at you, a heavy weight in your chest.

You didn't know what had happened to Natalya, you just knew that she was in hospital and it seemed serious, causing various thoughts to fill your mind, your main concern being the woman's health and how Wanda was doing. You had sent her a few messages throughout the day but she hadn't replied and you tried not to worry at the lack of response, reasoning that she was busy with her mother, but you couldn't ignore the feeling of dread within you.

Letting another sigh leave your lips, your head lolled back against the door, eyes fluttering shut for a moment before snapping open at the feeling of your phone vibrating, someone calling you.

You answered immediately, frowning a little in confusion when you heard Natasha's voice on the other end of the call.

"Y/n?" the redhead asked, a little confused by your lack of response.

"Sorry, I thought you were Wanda, hey Nat," you said, trying to clear your mind so you could talk to your best friend, struggling to do so.

"Why would you think I was Wanda- Wait, are you not with her at the hospital? Mama said Natalya's not well," her voice containing hints of confusion as she'd expected you to be there for Wanda.

"No, I had to stay and look after the twins," you say, Natasha able to hear the sorrow and pain in your voice as she could tell you wanted to be with Wanda, her sighing a little at your stupidity.

"You идиот (idiot)" she grumbles after a second, speaking in Russian to her mother and sister before talking to you again, a frown taking over your face at her insult, "We're coming over now, tell the boys aunty Nat and Yelena are coming over to look after them, along with my Mama because I know you'd want a responsible adult there." You let out a relieved noise at her words, followed by a chuckle at her comment, your smile tugging up a little at Natasha's care.

"Are you sure you'd be alright looking after them? The hospital is closer to Wanda's parents' house so I'd assume we'd be staying there overnight or a hotel, that means that you're going to have to stay over," you explain, wanting her to know what she was agreeing to, the sound of shuffling audible over the phone.

"That's fine with us," she says, "Will Wanda be alright with us staying over?"

"There's a guest bedroom and I'm sure Wanda won't mind Melina staying in our room, especially with the circumstances," you explain further and Natasha bites her tongue from teasing you about yours and Wanda's room, deciding it wasn't the right time.

"Ok, see you soon Y/n," her voice soft to try and calm you before she hangs up, your next mission being to tell the twins that you had to leave, mind racing to try and think of a cover up story, not sure if Wanda wanted the twin's to know.

You somehow blagged your way out of their questions, not entirely sure what your excuse was but they believed it so it was ok, the sound of knocking indicating that the Romanoff's were here.

Opening the door, your eyes widened at the sight of Fanny sat on the door step with the three women, your eyes snapping over to Natasha's as she did not mention that she was bringing the dog along with her. Before you could protest, not sure on how Wanda would feel with a dog in the house, Natasha interrupted you.

"The boys love her and she'll be a great distraction," Natasha says, flashing you a teasing smile to which you can only roll your eyes at, letting them in as you didn't have any other choice, the dog being extremely well behaved anyway.

"Are you sure this is alright Melina?" you ask, nervously looking at the older woman who enters the house, smiling at the framed photo Wanda received for her birthday that was put up in the wall in the living room.

"Of course dear," she says, her usual intimidating demeanour vanished as she reassured you, "Now come on dear, get in the car so I can take you." Your mouth parted at her suggestion, not wanting her to go through so much trouble as the drive to the hospital Natalya was at was at least an hour or so away from Wanda's house.

"Melina-"

"Don't make me drag you into the car," she says, the intimidating persona back as she raises her brow at you, causing you to smile shyly at her before saying goodbye to the twins and the two sisters, warning them quickly that if anything ever happened to the boys they'd have a very pissed off Sokovian coming after them and you wouldn't even try to stop her. Natasha promised you everything would be alright, hugging you quickly before you left to join Melina in the car, your nerves increasing throughout the entire car ride.

***

Wandering to the reception desk at the hospital, after saying goodbye to Melina, proved more daunting than expecting, a sudden realisation creeping up on you. You'd most likely have to be family to be able to see Natalya, but the realisation came too late as you were already at the desk, the woman asking you what you were here for.

"Um, I'm here to see Natalya Maximoff," you say, cringing a little at how nervous your voice sounded.

"Are you part of the patient's family?" she asked, your mind blanking a little as your fear for hospitals seemed to creep up on you, your determination to be there for Wanda pushing it down.

"Yes...?" your tone not convincing at all, her brow simply raising at you as she stared at you sceptically, your fingers moving to drum against the edge of the desk.

"What's your relationship to the patient?" she asked, voice sounding bored as she was probably nearing the end of a long shift. Your mouth opened to say her daughter's girlfriend but quickly shut as you assumed that wouldn't be a good enough answer, saying the next best without even thinking.

"I'm her daughter-in-law," her brow somehow rising a little higher at your tone, eyes flickering down to your hand, noticing that there was a ring on your finger, the one from Wanda's room when you visited her parents and the beach.

"She's in room nine, that's down that hall then the first left, then look for the room number," she directed you with her hands, a grateful smile appearing on your lips at the woman before you walked quickly down the halls, trying to brush away the memories of the last experience you had in a hospital, the dreaded news your doctor delivered about your father.

Taking in a deep breath, you knocked on the door, waiting for it to be opened for you as you didn't want to be rude and just walk in, unsure of how those who were there would react. Erik opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise at you being stood there, offering you a small smile before letting you in, your eyes instantly going to Wanda.

Her body was pressed up against her brother's side as her head rested on his shoulder, the two of them sat by their mother's side as the monotonous sound of a machine beeped in the background. Her head slowly turned at the sound of someone entering the room, her eyes softening at the sight of you before she got up out of the seat to crash into your body, needing to feel your arms around her to help comfort the pain that was encasing her heart.

"I'm here," you whisper lovingly, her arms snaking around your waist as she just holds onto you, eyes closing as she tries to savour the comfort of your body perfectly slotted against hers, a shaky breath leaving her as the worry was still present, Natalya still not having woken up.

Your hands delicately rub up and down her back, your eyes meeting Pietro's which soften at the sight of her sister being comforted, nodding in approval and appreciation at your visit.

Almost suddenly, Wanda pulls back from the embrace, brows furrowed as her eyes search yours.

"Where are the boys?" she asks, her green growing cautious regarding the whereabouts of her children.

"They're at home with Nat, Yelena and Melina," you say, her sighing in relief until you added the last bit in a quiet mumble, "And Fanny."

"Fanny?" Erik says in a shocked tone, your eyes widening as he looks at you strangely, words spilling from your lips to explain.

"She's a dog," you manage out, neck red with embarrassment as Wanda hides a small smile as she rests her head at the crook of your neck, your presence calming her a little.

"Who names a dog that?" her father asks in an amused manner, taking a seat next to his wife who lays in the hospital bed, a small smile on his face as the unusual topic of conversation eases the tense and anxious atmosphere that had been bubbling in the room all day.

"Fanny Longbottom is Yelena's dog," Pietro lets out a small snicker at the dog's full name, "She's Melina's daughter," you explain and Erik nods in understanding, a comfortable silence taking over the room as you sit next to Wanda, who's now sandwiched between you and her brother.

You discovered that Natalya had suffered a stroke, your heart breaking at the knowledge as it would have severe consequences. There were many long lasting problems that followed a stroke as well as the added risk of another one being more prone to happen, your eyes settling on the woman in the bed, hoping she'd be alright and able to recover as much as possible.

A little while later, a nurse comes in telling you that visiting hours would be over shortly and that you had to start making your way out, Wanda looking worriedly towards her mother who was still asleep, your hand reaching over to hers, letting her squeeze your hand and play with your fingers as a source of comfort.

Eventually, you're back at her parent's house, Wanda going to straight to her old room as she was exhausted, the emotions and stress from today having tired her out completely, you wishing the other two men goodnight before following her up the stairs, her brother and father looking at you in appreciation as they knew how close Wanda was to her mother and how hard this would have hit her.

By the time you had gotten to her room, Wanda was already in some old pyjamas she'd left there, in the bathroom doing a quick job of brushing her teeth and nightly routine, not in the mood to do everything properly. You followed suit after asking Wanda if you could borrow some clothes, forgetting to bring some, and came out of the bathroom shortly after to see Wanda already curled up on the bed, your body slotting in next to hers as she turned to face you, tears threatening to spill.

"Oh, love," you whisper, your fingers brushing away the few that had spilt, eyes softly gazing into hers before you pulled her closer, letting her rest her head against you. You were going to try and say something comforting but a soft snore stopped you from doing so, your eyes taking in the messy hair from the body pressed against you, smiling a little at yourself at how easily she was able to drift off.

The sound of your phone vibrating against her bedside table had fear running through you as you thought you'd woken her up, quickly glancing down at her to see she was still soundly asleep. You answered the face time from Natasha, ensuring your volume was low as to not wake the woman wrapped up in your arms.

"Hey Nat," you whisper, the dark room indicating that you and Wanda were sleeping, Natasha taking the hint to be quiet as she sees your head laying back against the pillow, your face only visible from the light from your phone screen.

"Hey, sorry to bother you both but the twins want to say goodnight," her voice quiet. You were about to say that was fine, but your eyes caught the time and widened, Natasha's face turning guilty.

"Why are they still awake?" you whisper yell, her turning the camera to show Yelena as her answer, your eyes rolling. "I'm not even going to ask anymore," you mutter, making the redhead smile as she turns the camera back to her, motioning for the twins to come over and join her on the call.

"Hi Y/n," both the twins say, tiredness evident on their faces as they weren't used to staying up this late, your gaze softening at them.

"Hey mini Maximoffs," you murmur, "I think it's past both of your bedtimes," they both give a sheepish look as you tease them, making you smile.

"Maybe just a little bit," Tommy says before a yawn interrupts him, "We just wanted to say goodnight to you and Mom."

"Well, your Mom is already asleep so just me will have to do," you say, positioning the camera so they could see the top of Wanda's head cuddled against your chest, both of their faces lighting up at their mother's peaceful state.

"Goodnight Mom," they both whisper, despite her not being able to hear, your heart melting a little bit before they say goodnight to you, you doing the same before they hand the phone back to Natasha, who you also say goodnight to before hanging up, sighing as you relax back against the pillow, your arm snaking around Wanda and bringing her impossibly closer, a sleepy sigh escaping her.

"I love you," you murmur, admiring her tranquil state as she moves her head where you can see her, your eyes travelling all over her face, thinking of all the reasons as to why you love her. A smile inevitably takes over your face as you slowly drift off to sleep, nothing but the older woman on your mind.

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darthannie · 8 months

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day eleven: bondage with lenny miller

pairing: Lenny Miller x f!reader word count: 712 warnings: shibari (not in extreme detail), m receiving oral sex, unprotected sex a/n: Lenny is a simp and I want him to fall in love with me. kinktober masterlist

Lenny had been pining over you for years. Working in the same building had its perks. You became quick friends, frequently going out for lunch together and even working on the same case occasionally. Your relationship with Lenny was flirty but neither of you wanted to admit any sort of attraction between the two of you.

It all came to a head when Lenny kissed you when you were out for drinks one day. He put his hand on your neck and pulled you in. You kissed him back and you both had to have a long talk about what to do next.

Dating would be too complicated at the moment, so you agreed to keep the relationship physical. You tried out new things and explored sexual fantasies. It was a lot of fun, but nothing more. Just fun.

He brought up wanting to bind you up one night as you both lied together after having sex. As it turned out, Lenny was skilled at tying knots.

He asked rather bluntly, “Have you ever thought about being tied up during sex?”. You’d never expected him to be into such a thing but you weren’t about to say no. The idea thrilled you.

When the time came, he was heavily methodical. “I’m going to tie a harness and then I’ll bind your wrists. It won’t hurt. It’s going to feel tight, but it won’t hurt.”

You nodded. Nervousness started to set in. This was oddly more intimate than any other time you had been with Lenny. This was perhaps the most explicit display of trust you’d shown each other.

You stood, fully naked, as he wrapped the rope around your chest. He fiddled with it before getting the length just right and continued guiding the rope around your body. When he finished, you had a “y” shape on your chest, framing your breasts and making them more prominent.

He then wrapped the rope around your wrists, making sure it wasn’t too tight or too loose. When he finished tying he brought you down to your knees. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his already hard cock.

You hurried to fit him all in your mouth. Your knees were more spread apart than usual in order to balance as you bobbed your head. The sounds coming from your mouth were nothing short of indecent. Your moans and his grunts filled the room. He pulled out of your mouth and helped you up.

He kissed your lips as he felt the ropes. He helped you towards the bed and laid you on your back. He took off his clothes and felt up your body. He was captivated by the sight of you bound underneath him. When he thrust inside you, you mewled.

He felt like he had to pinch himself. Having you under him, restrained, and for him to use affected him more than any other encounter ever had. He continued fucking you into the bed. You pulled at the restraints impetuously. You just wanted to reach out and touch him.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he gasped.

His fingers teased your clit as he hit a new angle. Your back arched and your legs shook, reaching your breaking point while you tried again to break out of the restraints.

He pulled out of you and came on your stomach. He caught his breath, kissed your forehead, and rushed to the bathroom. He brought back a damp, warm washcloth and cleaned you up. He started un-tying you, starting with your harness. He neatly folded the rope and put it aside.

Next, it was time to free your wrists. As he did, he kissed where the ropes had dug in, making you blush. When your hands were finally free, you grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled him towards you, kissing him passionately.

Neither of you knew what to say after that. Something had shifted. The experience brought you closer together and you didn’t know how to admit that this was the final straw. You fell for him. Hard. The care he took with you and the time he spent making sure you were okay after showed another side of him, one that you wanted to get to know more.

Now, you just had to tell him.

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buriedpair · 23 days

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Your ocs are so interesting, I found you through a repost of another yandere blog I love but now I also love yours so get ready for my weird asks.

So what if MC is a god, not a good one nor a bad one, not popular but neither unknown. That doesn't matter to them, they have unlimited power and are immortal. So what best way to use that power than go to gamble for the fun of it? They are cunning and extremely confident (for obvious reasons) and treat others with basic respect but it is apparent that they view them as ants compared to them.

You can choose which OCs find out they are a god and wich don't. How would they react? How will they act around them?

Specifically for DD, MC decides to gamble their life and loose just to fuck with them as they try to pierce their skin and it's simply impossible (or maybe not and they love too much and spare them, I still don't know what he would do if their beloved lost their life)

-🦊 anon

OOOH THIS IS COOL!!! THANK YOU !!!!

Yandere!OCs x GN God!Reader

(Pssst, TW for a mention of suicide)

Amias

Amias has always known there was something off about you. Your mannerisms are strange and he constantly feels like you're looking down on him.

When you decide to gamble your life, he's appalled. How dare you? As far as he's concerned, your life is his too. This is too much for him.

He feels his heart melt out of his chest when you lose. Time stops as he falls on his hands and knees in front of you, eyes wide and unfocused. He's not ready to have a dead darling.

But you seem confident. Was this your plan? To get rid of him, you want to die? He can't stand to watch as you make your way confidently to the execution arena.

Did he go too far? Did you really need to do this? He can be better. Please don't leave.

But the blade doesn't make even a dent as it rests against your skin. You laugh mockingly toward the crowd before announcing your immortality with a confident smile.

Amias is shattered. You did this all... just to mess with him? Oh, dear. Such a pretty little bird doesn't need to be making a big fuss. You'll be safer from yourself in his arms.

Edge

Edge always knew. He could see right through you. It just makes you even more interesting, in his eyes. The way you look down on him... He's so untouchable, usually. So for you to treat him like an insect?

It's intoxicating.

Degrade him more! Tell him how useless and disgusting he is! Fuck, you've unlocked something in him. He's never been treated so poorly before, and he's entranced.

He's under your thumb, this time. You seem to be enjoying it too, so what's the harm? There's no way you're ever losing a game, by the way. You've unlocked simp Edge.

Double Down

He has no clue. He doesn't care much about your degrading comments. He's been rejected before, and he'll still go after you no matter how many times you tell him to die.

DD absolutely REFUSES to kill you, even when you gamble your life. You'd have to get him real mad before he even considers it, which is very difficult to do. When Edge tells him he HAS to, he says he's quitting his job then. He doesn't care. He'll walk out with you on his arm (you looking less than amused) whether you like it or not.

So, now he's unemployed and attached at your hip. You're annoyed. This weird mortal is clinging to you like a weird dog with separation anxiety. He looks happy, though.

Jackpot

He's already prepared to worship you, so don't worry about being a god. Nothing will change, he adores you either way.

If you gamble your life and lose, he's broken. Forever. Doesn't matter if you don't actually die, he's shattered. You did it on purpose? Even worse. He's never going to forgive himself.

He's hardly what he used to be. He won't eat or sleep. By this point, Gambit probably hates you. Jackpot's by your side, weakly clinging to your hand whenever he can be. He doesn't show up to work, either.

You've ruined him.

Gambit

Gambit isn't sure how to feel once he finds out. He ends up with the information on accident when Edge tells him, but he doesn't know how to react. He doesn't change much, maybe gets a bit more shy around you.

He loves you regardless, don't get him wrong. He just doesn't feel worthy of being around you.

If you gamble your life and lose, he'll calmly escort you out of the casino to give you a stern lecture on the value of life. You're half asleep by the time he finishes.

He'll keep you tied up if it means he can keep you safe, no matter how immortal you are.

#yandere oc #yandere #yandere boy #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere x darling #yandere boyfriend #yandere scenarios #bpdoubledown #bpedge #bpamias #bpgambit #bpjackpot

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sluttyhusband · 2 years

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You Make Me Feel Special

Henry Cavill x Chubby!Male Reader

Title based off TWICE’s “Feel Special”

Requested by anon: Hiiii! Could you please write a fic where Henry Cavill and his husband M/n Cavill (😌) are going out, maybe for one of Henry's movie premiere. Henry's husband is a total sweet boi, so nice and shy and he kinda doesn't like to go out, not liking the cameras and attention N stuff. But surprise surprise, he's a total darling, so sweet with everyone, and just such a good person. Everyone kinda falls in love with him. The news is like "Who is M/n Cavill?" or "The man who stole Superman's heart", he just kinda became a celebrity. Throughout it all Henry protects his husband (and his privacy), always keeping an arm around him (😌), making sure he's okay, even when people approach him to take a picture, he keep his husband close. So, people start flirting with M/n openly, even in social media. They are just simping for the thicc shy boy. After trying to keep it together for some time, Henry finally breaks, he doesn't want to loose his baby boy. And he reminds M/n of that (😌) (can you include praise kink, breeding, and size kink?). Thanks for your time!

NOTE: This’ll also be like my 1K special fic cuz I still can’t believe I hit 1K, ugh thank you all so much 💙

Fluff & Smut: Henry literally being the best husband ever, Henry’s hairy pecs 👁

Lights flashing and people yelling, you weren't the biggest fan of doing this doing this, but it was bearable, only because Henry made it bearable. Also it would mark your announcement that you two were a couple, many times being caught with him and saying you were just a friend visiting... constantly… staying at his home... for many nights in a row.

"Henry!", a reporter yells out, "How's your friend M/N?", you ducked your head in shyness. "Well actually there's a bit of news, me and M/N are no longer friends. We're husbands. Have been for quite a while actually"

Henry's tone was that of no shame, only pure proudness, he was proud to be with you. And his tone while proud, was just a bit loud, catching the attention of the reporters nearby.

The two of you hand kept the rings hidden by keeping your hands and in your pockets, now with the cat out of the bag, Henry reveals his hand. The wedding band being the center of attention for photographers, that is until you show yours and Henry grabs your face and pulls you into a kiss.

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"HENRY CAVILL MARRIED IN SECRET TO WHAT WAS THOUGHT TO BE CLOSE FRIEND” tabloids, articles, and newspapers were plastered with yours and Henry's face. Bit more so your face than Henry’s, and all the questioning and wonder was also more focused on you.

Who were you? How did you meet Henry? Why are pictures of you and Henry being romantic not available?

Who knew

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Henry’s announcement caused quite a stir for a while. You two would walk down the street holding hands and people would come up to you, and you specifically. You’d learn to get used to it, being told you have sort of a more welcoming and nurturing vibe, that being why people were comfortable coming up to you, Henry being somewhat intimidating even when he didn’t want to be.

But that didn’t stop some guys going up to you, fully flirting with you with no shame. And you were a married man, of course you weren’t going to encourage their behavior, and neither was Henry. He got sick of it. Extremely quickly.

Specifically a few weeks after Henry had announced you two being married, he had been there the few times guys would get the courage to put the moves on you, and he laughed it off at first. But he grew annoyed. This guy fully boasting about himself, earning six figures a month, which you both knew wasn’t true. Henry’s final straw was the punk’s comment about your weight.

“Though if we got together you’d need to lose like”, and he looked you up and down, circled you, “yeah you’d need to lose like maybe five or ten pounds”.

Now you two were grateful that neither of you had received any backlash, specifically you because he knew you didn’t like to be in the spotlight all that much. But he just couldn’t take it anymore, everyone fawning over you, seeming to want to marry you as well! And this guy’s comment, it finally did it for him.

Without hesitation Henry swung at the man, his fist connecting to the man’s cheek. Knocking him to the ground and beginning to groan in pain, “Don’t ever talk about my husband like that you worthless piece of garbage”, Henry spat before dragging you to the car.

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Of course that little moment wasn’t ignored, pictures and videos were revealed of the event. People immediately coming to your defense, saying the man was completely in the wrong.

“How dare that nobody say M/N needs to lose weight?! He isn’t that good looking himself either”, “M/N is totally hot!! Like really hot, have y’all seen his ass?”

Comments similar to those were under posts, and even ones dirtier than the second one. And Henry couldn’t stand it, you are all that he has, someone he loves so much, maybe even too much. Would you think that Henry’s not enough after seeing how everyone craves you?

He couldn’t allow it.

He won’t allow it.

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Later that night, Henry laid in bed in thin grey sweatpants and shirtless, remembering your guy’s wedding night. The sounds you made, how you called his name, clenching around him, there was a need that night, a need that Henry wanted to bring out again.

You were in the shower, after the days events you wanted to relax. And so Henry purposely kept thinking about the wedding night. Knowing you’d walk into him sporting a tent.

And he was right, he remembered your face as he entered you that night, and that was enough to have him leaking. And you walking in at the perfect time.

“Well someone’s excited”, you chuckle as you dry your hair, walking out naked. “Knowing I married the sexiest guy imaginable can get a guy going y’know”, he smirks as a wet spot appears on his sweats, ‘damn precum already?’, he thought as he squeezed his 9-inch dick through the sweats.

”The sexy one here is you”, you say, climbing onto his lap, “You punching that guy earlier was so fucking sexy, the animalistic energy you had, the way your muscles flexed in your shirt, and just knowing you’d protect me almost made me cream my pants right then and there”.

You lean down for a kiss, Henry’s tongue slipping into your mouth, showing his dominance over you. He was so much bigger than you, towering over you since the day you met, he loved it. He loved leaning down to kiss you, a goodbye kiss after a date, a kiss under the shower, and when he leaned down to kiss you after saying your I do’s.

Now he’s here, tongue down your throat, his hands playing with your plump ass, your hands on his gloriously hairy pecs. Squeezing them in delight. “Why am I the only one naked here”, you ask, rubbing your own hard dick against his clothed one, “You’re right honey, it’s not fair is it?”

He gets up, grabbing something from the closet. A camera. “Just like our honeymoon”, he sets it down on the dresser, pointing towards the left side of the bed, Henry knew it would capture the best angles. Like him unleashing his rock hard dick.

He did it on the opposite side of the bed, so it would also capture your reaction, “You never fail to amaze me with your size babe”, you say before taking it in your mouth, fondling his balls in your hands, Henry throwing his head back in ecstasy and eyes rolling back.

He pulls out for a quick second before laying on his back on the bed once more, feeling your skillful mouth around his dick. “C’mon baby, lube it up”, he says while caressing your cheek. You continue to do so for a but before Henry feels himself about to cum. “Ok baby, that’s enough”, you give a slight pout, “Don’t worry, you’ll still get my cum, just not in your pretty mouth right now, now come on, face down, ass up”.

He gives you a peck, tasting himself before deciding to focus on your glorious ass. Taking the two mounds in his hands and spreading them to reveal your tight pucker. Henry begins to give kisses around it, feeling you slightly tremble at each peck, then he finally gets to your hole, he licks it before also giving it a kiss, savoring the feeling of your soft whimpers escaping your mouth.

He continues this process for a while until he decided to finger fuck you. His big thick fingers going in and out of you, causing more moans to escape your mouth. “We’re almost there baby, you’re doing so good for me, my good boy”, your dick twitches at the praise, drops of your precum spilling out onto the bed.

After Henry decides that the prep is enough, he rolls you onto your back, “I want to look at my gorgeous boy’s face as I pump him full of my seed”, you bite your lip and smile as he leans down to kiss you again.

While kissing you, Henry rubs his tip against your hole, his spit and his precum lubricating it to make for an easier entrance. He then slips it in, only a fee inches, causing you both to moan into the kiss, “My god you feel amazing M/N, so fucking amazing”, Henry leans down to your neck and starts leaving hickeys, knowing that you’d been seen with them and people would know you’re his.

“S-so fucking big”, you whine as he continues to put his dick inside you. The final thrust hitting your prostate causes you to moan loudly, “That’s it, make those gorgeous sounds for me baby”. Henry slowly begins thrusting his hips into you, grabbing your leg and placing it on his shoulder to brace himself before he starts to really get into it.

“You know what M/N, m’gonna fill you up so good, overflow your hole with my babies'“, you moan at the thought, “Yeah? You like that? Having my babies inside you”, you incoherently mumble in agreement as you begin to feel him gain speed. He leans down and whispers in your ear, “You’re mine M/N”, you grab onto his chest, teasing his nipples and grabbing his pecs, “O-nly nngh y-yours”.

“You gonna cum baby?”, you nod your head, “Me too, cum with me”. Henry grabs your dick and jerks you off the rhythm which he’s thrusting into you, he you pulsating, you tightly clenching around him, “3, 2, 1”, with that, you both scream out in pleasure, your cum shooting onto your body, and his shooting into your hole.

He pulls out and sees the cum on your body, he begins to lap it up, “Your body looks even more gorgeous when it’s covered in cum baby”, he stares into your eyes as he laps it up, working his up to your face. With your cum still in his mouth, you both kiss, you both enjoying your taste. He grabs you and places you on top of him, continuing to make out. After a while you both break the kiss, tiredness beginning to take you over. Before Henry forgets, he stops the camera, you two would watch it tomorrow. He joins you back in bed, you lay close to him, your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He pulls a blanket on top of the both of you and places a kiss on too of your head.

“You’re the love of my life M/N”, he smiles snd turns off the lights, falling asleep holding you.

#Henry Cavill x Male Reader #Henry Cavill x Chubby Male Reader #male reader #x male reader #chubby male reader #x chubby male reader

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yv17 · 2 years

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yoon jeonghan bf hcs !

a/n: this was requested by anon, and it's also my first request AAHHHHH i'm so excited istg ^-^ hope you enjoy it, and thank u for requesting !! also i'm really sorry if some things won't make sense, i tried my best ^^

warnings: none

genre: fluff

% ah yoon jeonghan, the only man to ever exist, he's behavior screams boyfriend material, but a very specific boyfriend material which i absolutely and wholeheartedly adore.

% a relationship with jeonghan is one full of surprises; you never really know what to expect from him. he's able to make every day something new and exciting for you, and his playful and charming personality only adds to the pros of dating him. he's literally your perfect, high school heartthrob type of boyfriend.

% jeonghan trusts you, and he wants to make sure that you know you can trust him with everything, too. he always reminds you with little actions that in front of him you can be your true self, you can let let loose for a little, show your imperfections and stuff that you wouldn't want the average person to see. because he will never judge you, ever. he knows you have flaws, just as every other person in this world does, but he's doesn't care. he loves all of them, even the ones you hate the most.

% with that being said, he's just so proud of you as a person, he can't shut up about you. he doesn't care how many times he'll be called a simp by his bandmates, he will constantly gush about how amazing you are until he's out of breath. he just thinks your so incredible and the whole world should know just how amazing you are!

% this man just LOVES teasing you, and i mean it. you're slightly shorter than him? he will get things from higher shelves for you just to put it on the higher ones, so you will have to ask him for help. you easily get flustered? he will shower you with compliments and sweet words just to see your face turn red. he finds your reactions really cute, especially when you get mad at him for doing those things; he just can't help but smile from ear to ear when you punch him in the arm after he did something that made you blush, trying your hardest to hide the redness on your face.

% even though teasing is basically his love language, he will always remember to shower you with love and praise simply because he thinks you deserve it. once he says the first i love you, he won't stop. but that doesn't mean the word will lose its meaning, oh no. with every i love you he means it more and more, and everyone around you can see it in the way his eyes sparkle while looking at you, and I the way his smile looks ten times more true and genuine when he's around you.

% he loves showering you with gifts, and expensive ones too. usually, he gives them for your anniversaries or any other special days, but sometimes he brings them totally out of the blue. and when you ask him what's the occasion, he just makes up some incredibly stupid one. "it's national i saw this on the way back home and it's your favorite color so I bought it day, sweetheart."

% sweetheart is hands down his favorite petname for you. he will use it almost all the time, because he just loves the sound of it. you might hear him using honey from time to time, but sweetheart is definitely the number one in his vocabulary.

% since jeonghan is comfortable around you, his not afraid to show his tears and cry in your presence or just show that he's extremely tired. if he had a bad day, he drops his happy mischievous persona the moment he steps into your apartment, and in moments like these, he loves to just lay down with you and listen to you talk about your day, while you slowly comb through his hair with your fingers.

% he wanted to introduce you to other seventeen members almost the moment you two got into a relationship, even before that. and even though they're sometimes a little annoyed that he talks about you so much, when they met you for the first time, they actually realized why he gushes about you so often. it's obvious for them that you were made for eachother; your differences filling each other perfectly, and your similarities making you the sweetest couple around.

% while we're on the topic of other seventeen members, jeonghan definitely took joshua with you at least once to thirdwheel on your date, just because he wanted him to take nice pics of you two. and turns out, the pics ended up being really pretty, especially the ones you had no idea were even being taken. both of you keep them close to you at all times, you having your favorite one under your phone case and jeonghan having a few of them in his wallet.

% definitely the type of boyfriend who will buy you enormous amounts of his albums just so he can make sure you'll get his photocard in at least one of them. and the fact that in most of them you've pulled mingyu makes you cackle every single time.

% arguments with jeonghan happen, but not out of anger, rather of frustration and worry. especially, when one of you starts overworking themselves and it becomes visible to the other one. but every single argument like this just proves to you two that you really care about each other, and just sometimes don't know how to voice it properly.

% if you wanna order take out with him, just know that you will probably have to order from two different places because as much as he loves you, he thinks some of your food choices are rather questionable and he's usually voicing it a lot. well, at least you don't have to worry about him stealing your food now!

% he doesn't even try to hide the fact that if he could, he would put one of his hoodies on you and make you wear it 24/7. and when he's going on tour or won't be able to see you for a long time? expect him coming up to your house with two bags full of his clothes, enough that you can have a runway show in them.

% jeonghan loves you so, so much and he won't hesitate to fight anyone who thinks about you in a bad way. after all you're his favorite person on earth, and he wants the whole world to know how much of an angel you are.

taglist: @beomblvssom @moonarix @triuusi <3

>> main masterlist

>> svt masterlist

#yoon jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan x you #jeonghan x you #jeonghan x reader #jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x y/n #seventeen x you #seventeen x reader #seventeen #kpop x reader

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twoidiotwriters1 · 5 months

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'When the dove touches the smith, Almighty raises her myth And the curse of love releases By tearing earth into pieces'

Part Two of Daughter of Olympus

No Thoughts, Head Empty

Help! People Are Treating Me Like They're Supposed to and Now I'm Uncomfortable

I Use The Power of Friendship (Goes Wrong)

And I Said No, You Know, Like a Liar

Are Those Feelings? Get Them Away From Me!

I Can't Beat the Simping Allegations

I'm Gonna Wing It (Famous Lasts Words)

Somebody Sedate Me!

Sorry I Threatened to Kill You, It Will Happen Again

Are You Serious? Right in Front of My Salad?

Would I Stab My Brother for a Million Dollars? I Would Stab Him for Free

Weird Flex but Okay

'Not All Men' You're Right, My Brother Percy Would Never

Bonding With the Girls

Are We the Baddies?

I Hope Ya'll Were Paying Attention, 'Cause I'm Never Doing That Again

Am I Clinically Depressed or Is It Puberty?

Help Boy, I'm Craving Validation

The Son of Olympus

Turns Out My Brother Percy Would, a Little

Don't Forget to Hold Your Grudges, Ladies!

The Nonsense Has Escalated

You're Not Just Wrong, You're Stupid

I Use the Power of Love (Goes Wrong Too)

You Can't Spell Drama Without A-R-A

Ah Shit, Here We Go Again

I'm in My Critical-Thinking Era

I'm Mere Seconds Away From Violence

Emotionally Repressed by Day, Socially Inept by Night

What Are Thooose?

I Would Fight Myself if I Could

*Sobbing* I'm Fine!

Depression Isn't a Joke, but My Will to Live Sure Is

I Do It for the Plot

I Don't Have Any More Live Laugh Love Left in Me

There's a HORSE Loose in the HOSPITAL

I Am So Very Extremely Extraordinarily Normal Right Now

I Go through ✨Character Development✨

The Loneliness is Coming From Inside the House

Please Say Sike Right Now

Don't Worry, It's All Downhill From Here

At Peace With Myself but Now I Got Beef With the Rest of the World

Bombastic Sideye

Stupid Decisions Require Stupider Consequences

We Gaslight Gatekeep Girlboss Through

I Develop a Parasocial Relationship With the Voices

Turn Down the Gospel Music, the Demons Are Still Here

Self Care? Never Heard of Her!

No Thoughts Just Concerns

Wish I Lacked Critical Thinking Skills, Y'all Seem So Happy

I’m Currently Having the Worst Time of My Life, Thanks for Asking!

I Might Lay down and See if This Fixes Itself

Ask Me Again When I'm Mentally Stable

Wasting Away to Be Useful All the Time Ain't Paying Off, Methinks

I've Had a Vision (I'm Delusional)

Oh, the Horrors... They Love Me So

Not to Self-Diagnose or Anything but I Need a Nap

I Gotta Work a Lot Because Otherwise How Could I Afford Being Stupid?

I Wanna Go Home

Can You Pray Back Later? The Gods Are Busy Right Now

Back by Unpopular Demand: Me

Here's the playlist where I'll be adding all the songs I use for this fic -Danny

Last Update: June 3rd, 2024 by Danny

#twoidiots writing #figured it was time to post this

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leiawritesstories · 2 years

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Just Hold Me

an extremely self-serving fic based off the prompt "Rowan takes care of Aelin on her cycle" sent to @rowaelinprompts because my period slammed into me like a trainwreck and i need to cope by distraction

please don't feel like you have to read, it's just me trying to deal with my own period.

Word count: ~1.3k

Warnings: depictions of menstruation, painful periods, lots of hurt/comfort, Rowan being a complete and total simp because I want a Rowan to take care of me on my period but I have to be an adult and take care of myself

enjoy?

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Aelin could barely force her legs to move when she finally came back to her apartment after work. Groaning, she dumped her shoulder bag on the floor, taking only her phone out, wrapped her arms around her middle, and dragged herself into her bedroom as quickly as her aching body would allow. She stripped out of her professional clothes, leaving them strewn all over the floor because she literally could not find the energy to throw them into the hamper, and shuffled into her bathroom.

And swore viciously as she bent over the sink, the cool granite of the countertop pressing into her lower abdomen and helping to relieve some of the hellish pressure of her cramps. Hands shaking a little, she washed off her makeup, patted her face dry, and loosely braided her hair. She grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen and took three, swallowing them down and then filling up her water cup so she'd have it on her nightstand.

She hissed as she stood back up, forcing herself to go into her bedroom rather than slumping down on the bathroom floor. It was worth it, though, because bedroom meant her bed, and her bed was the kind of comfort she really fucking needed.

Gods, she hated when her period came.

She curled herself loosely, knowing better than to risk curling up tight and having her muscles scream in rebellion, and tucked her fuzzy throw blankets over herself. In minutes, her eyes fluttered shut, sleep dragging her down swiftly so her exhausted body could recharge.

Rowan had begun to worry when Aelin's texts grew shorter and shorter throughout the day. Usually, she texted in big paragraphs or in multiple short messages all at once, unless she was busy and could only spare half a second to fire off a quick "yes," "no," or "hey." And she was always so quick to reply, he swore she found some way to be on her phone while she worked.

So when she didn't respond to the text he sent as he walked out of his office building, he started to get worried.

Coming to your place, he sent, adding in a little red heart.

Half an hour later when he arrived at her apartment building, she hadn't even opened his text.

What the hell?

Was she okay?

He took the elevator up to her floor--the sixth--and strode down to her door, using the spare key she'd given him to let himself in. "Ae?" he called softly, brows furrowing when he saw her bag by the door, her shoes abandoned in the dining room, not a single light on in the whole apartment. "Aelin? Fireheart?"

Her bedroom door was cracked ever so slightly open, so he poked his head in.

And sighed heavily, relief loosening his tensed shoulders and spine.

There she was. Asleep, curled on her side under her blankets, a half-full glass of water and...and her heating pad? by her bedside. Why would she want her heating...

Oh.

His heart thudded sadly, seeing his girlfriend in such pain always made him extra sappy. Quietly, Rowan crossed the room and kissed Aelin's temple, gently brushing her hair away from her sleeping face. "I love you," he murmured, kissing her again. Then he readjusted her blankets and slipped out of her bedroom, going into her kitchen and having himself a look at her fridge and cabinets.

To his great surprise, her food stores were rather well stocked.

Then he remembered that he'd gone grocery shopping with her only a few days ago and chuckled wryly, knowing he was probably the only reason she actually had real food in her home.

Rowan tried to be as quiet as possible as he took out a pot and grabbed all the ingredients he wanted, finding himself soothed a bit by the familiar motions and rhythms of cooking for his girlfriend. The kitchen soon overflowed with the warm, spiced aromas of soup and chai tea, the scents wafting through the whole apartment.

An hour or so later, when running water alerted Rowan to Aelin's waking, he tested the soup, turned off the heat, and brought her the tea in her favorite mug.

He rapped gently on her doorframe. "It's me, Fireheart."

She was curled into bed again, her face slightly drawn in pain. "Hey," she rasped, a hint of a smile flickering across her face.

Crossing over to her side, he placed the tea on her bedside table and knelt down at her side, carefully resting one hand on her side. "I wish you could transfer me your pain, Ae."

She snorted softly. "Can't." Her lips twitched, thinning in one of her telltale signs of pain.

"Oh, Fireheart," Rowan whispered, almost unable to bear the sight of her in pain without needing to punch something. "I...I made you tea?"

"And soup, or so my nose tells me," she murmured.

"That too," he smiled. "Did you take medicine?"

"Yeah. Might have worn off by now, though."

So he went into the bathroom and brought her a couple acetaminophen. "Here you go, love."

She swallowed the medicine. "Thank you, Ro."

"Anything." His eyes traced over the way she was curled up, glinting in pain and sorrow. "Fireheart, can I--"

"Hold me," she requested, making his request for him. "Please, Ro. Just hold me."

"Of course," he whispered, tugging off his pants and loosing the tope few buttons of his shirt before sliding in next to her, adjusting the blankets over both of them, and wrapping his larger frame around hers, one arm tucked up with his hand at the side of her head and the other arm draped over her stomach, hand spanning her hip.

She relaxed into him, sighing as her body melted against his solid warmth. "Here," she mumbled, guiding the hand on her hip down to splay over her lower stomach.

"Love," he whispered, hesitant.

She huffed. "Ro, your stupidly huge hands are like my own personal heating pad, it helps with the cramps until the medicine kicks in."

"Okay." So he splayed his hand atop her abdomen, pressing slightly as she indicated until she sighed deeply, some of the pain leaving her face.

"You're perfect," she mumbled, her eyes fluttering shut.

He stroked his free hand across her cheek. "Mm-mm, love, you can't fall back asleep."

"Can too," she protested.

He raised a brow, even though she was facing away from him. "What about having soup?"

She didn't have a retort for that.

"I'll stay here as long as you want," he promised, "but please, Ae, eat something before you go to sleep, okay?"

"Fine," she grumbled. "Overbearing buzzard."

Smirking, he kissed the top of her head. "That's me."

Aelin grumbled something that he chose not to hear. "'M'not going anywhere yet."

"Course not." And he just held her, offering whatever comfort the warmth and steadiness of his body could offer until she shifted and stretched her arms out, yawning.

"Gotta sit up," she muttered.

"Here." Rowan grabbed a couple of pillows and fluffed them up behind her, letting her support her back on the pillows.

She flashed him a soft little smile. "You're too good to be true, Rowan Whitethorn."

He flushed slightly as he handed her her tea. "I'm just trying to make you a little more comfortable."

"Again, too good to be true." Hands wrapped around her mug, she leaned up to kiss him. A light gleamed in her eyes. "Want to know what Lys says about that?"

"I'm not sure I do..."

She giggled. "She calls you husband material."

Rowan had to turn his face to conceal the ridiculous grin that spread across his face. "Does she, now?"

"Mhmm." Aelin grinned. "And I tell her she's right."

Well, he hadn't been expecting her to say that.

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TAGS:

@charlizeed

@cretaceous-therapod

@clea-nightingale

@autumnbabylon

@nerdperson524

@fireheartwhitethorn4ever

@morganofthewildfire

@rowanaelinn

@wesupremeginger

@stardelia

@shanias-world

@mybloodrunsblue

@swankii-art-teacher

@wordsafterhours

@cookiemonsterwholovesbooks

@violet-mermaid7

@holdthefrickup

@goddess-aelin

@rowaelinismyotp

@dealfea

@irondork

@elentiyawhitethorn

@live-the-fangirl-life

@darling-im-the-queen-of-hell

@chronicchthonic14

@lovely-dove-zee

@sweet-but-stormy

@hanging-from-a-cliff

@jorjy-jo

@rowaelinrambling

@thegreyj

@silentquartz

@backtobl4ck

@throneofus7

@elizarikaallen

@llyncooljones

@booknerdproblems

@julemmaes

@earthtolinds

#my writing #rowaelin prompts #aelin galathynius #rowan whitethorn #rowaelin #tw: periods #hurt comfort #my weakness

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r0-boat · 2 years

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If poke men had Audio Accounts part 3.

Galar part 1(??)

Smut mentioned below

Gn!reader

CW: no sex but mentions of noncon, yandere, breeding.

Kabu

Body exercise ASMR, (lol jk)One of the poor men that got roped into this.

He had a health and exercise YouTube account and then his viewer starts to simp for his voice.

Tries to ignore it at first until the comments get annoying.

During one of his lives he gets fed up getting closer to the mic and practically growling, " you will behave yourselfs."

That's it that's all you're getting from him... For now ;)

Raihan

At first started out as a funny joke but then the slope was too slippery and now he's deep. If this man is going to do something he's going to go all out .only made one because he heard as a rumor Leon was doing it

Probably has a voice changer because over his dead body he's going to let people find out.

Content mostly starts out vanilla, but slowly he ends up liking it more and more. And his kinks will eventually bleed through.

He is too busy in his real life to post Too often, but when he does, oh boy, you're in for a real treat. He mostly makes audio when he's extremely horny, and his hand isn't enough. Occasionally he will do pillow talk(sfw) and cute little boyfriend experiences.

And very much, dom sometimes switches if he Vibes with the script. It has an absolute hard-on for historically inspired or fantasy Scripts. (he loves it so much that his profile picture and Avatar are a dragon). Call him a furry he'll kill you

Pet name a for listener:

Baby/babe

Beautiful/handsome

Sweet listener(s)

Sweetheart

Milo

Milo gets high

Got high and made it, even posted a ramble fap while high as balls. Poor Baby was blushing the entire time, his finger trembling over the delete button....well... maybe just one post.

Personal headcannon: that Milo has a really high sex appetite; however, just his hand or toys aren't enough anymore. So does it whenever he's really horny

Listen, when hearing that sweet voice of his, most people assume he's vanilla, but that's oh so far from the truth. His account is absolutely down fucking bad, all the dark yandere content, all the non-con everything. Make sure he tags everything and links his Aftercare audio and even makes softer versions that have the special Aftercare after.

He wanted to delete this at first but now he's in too deep and letting loose his more darker desires just feels sooooo good.

Out of all the men, Milo has done audios the longest; he rarely collabs or does scripts because of the sheer embarrassment, so usually, he makes his own. Buuut occasionally, he'll see something like "plant man gives mate aphrodisiac, breeds them till they pass out" he can't fucking help but fill it.

Pet names for listener

Mine/play thing

Mate ( monster men audios)

Darlin'

Honey

Leon

Mostly SFW and vanilla, playing as the cute supportive boyfriend, but occasionally will dabble in Darker Scripts. A voice changer is a must. A lot of people recognize him by just his voice. He also does actual ASMR because ASMR genuinely helps him sleep.

Monster fucker, has a weekly segment called Monster Mondays, where he picks a monster script and does it.

If Leon never became Champion, I still think he would have become the Pokemon equivalent of a YouTuber or somewhere in the Limelight still... as much as Leon loves being champion. He wishes he had a little more freedom to do what he wants without a camera on him at all times. He loves every single one of his listeners, and he wishes he could share his real voice someday. At least he could play with the settings and make his voice sound higher or deeper...

He mostly script reads but wishes he had time to write his own. But he always goes all out on Halloween

When Schedule lightens up when he's no longer champion to start writing his own scripts, even making his own characters to use in his audios. ( maybe he starts dabbling in more kinkier things.)

Pet names for listener:

Cutie/cuties

Sweetie

Babe/baby

Love

Piers

Honestly does not give a fuck if people recognize his voice, he only cares about his little sister finding it and he have to explain. No way in hell he's going to do that.

Maybe it's best if they didn't recognize his voice because he does dabble in more darker kinks. Yandere is probably his favorite. Like Leon and Milo he just wants to let loose sometimes, even if it's not much he still has to keep somewhat of a Public Image if he wants to keep his career.,

He's extremely talented with his voice and honestly doesn't really something that changes his voice but you can never be too safe.

Makes his own Scripts because they're hardly any scripts out there he likes. Actually he only does audios that he likes if you don't like it too bad. He's very specific on what he wants done so he just makes his own stuff.

" no I don't actually enjoy this, this is just a hobby to kill time" Peirs as he's writing a script for a 10-part series about an extremely popular band singer falling in love with listener.

Pet names for listener

Darling

Love/lovely

Doll

Babe/baby

#ro.chatting #smut #pokemon sword and shield #champion leon #pokemon raihan #piers #i hate spelling piers's name #pokemon milo

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kevlarcrack3d · 1 year

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(TW: HORROR) UrbanSpook's Painter Analog horror theory: 2 Killers - "Bonnie" and "Clyde"

(Note: I am not glorifying or simping for serial killers. I am just bringing up notable examples. Also, this blog will touch the topic of criminal activities and scary stuff, so if you don't like that, click off)

So, I discovered this relatively new analog horror series by Urbanspook called "The Painter" which is about a string of murders with an artistic touch of paintings of the victims. It was not like any other analog horror I've seen because it contains mystery, thrills, and the use of "real fear" due to the fact that there REALLY are very messed up serial killers out there, and here's my theory based on the latest upload!

youtube

What am I getting from here? I am very confident that there are TWO PERPETRATORS, with initially one prime suspect, who I'll be calling "Bonnie" , and theres another, "Clyde".

BONNIE THE ARTIST

If we look at the previous videos, there are pictures of this person with long, dark, messy hair and sunken, paranoid looking eyes, one painting of them (titled "self-portrait") and two photos.

Judging by the title of that painting, this person, who I'll be calling "Bonnie," is the artist and what everyone thought to be the killer who also happens to make the artworks. However, Bonnie just sits in their cabin behind a crack and does art because "Fuck going outside, I love to draw." But, in "the Lighthouse", Bonnie has a photo alongside those of the family, so they occasionally go outside to paint alongside Clyde, who I'll talk about later.

I've seen others conclude that Bonnie painting themself is nan implication of suicide because everyone in the paintings is killed, but I think it's a case of simply wanting to paint one's self.

CLYDE THE KILLER

As shown in the latest video, there is a photo caught on Sean's CCTV of a person covered in the skin of a person (there are stitches at the side, a hint to the crappy sewing skills of the killer mentioned in "In the Walls"). Now, if we look harder, this person does not have the sunken, weary eyes of Bonnie. They look vibrant and alert. This is could be a different person.

In addition to that, Sean seems to have written the number 2 in his blood on the wall. He left a clue that there are two criminals on the loose and not just one. After all, I'm sure Sean, a private investigator, had time to fight back a little, remember the information gathered so far, and have a "Eureka" moment in the struggle finally knowing that there are two different sickos commiting these crimes; one who paints, Bonnie, and the other who kills, who I'll be calling "Clyde".

Clyde, in this case, is doing most the dirty work, finding subjects and references, tormenting them, killing them in creative ways, and giving them to Bonnie to paint. They also seem to have some artistic flair with the way they kill, such as covering people in wax (Tom Harris/Wax Doll Tom) and the like. Clyde also seems to wear the skins of some victims to cover up his identity.

DYNAMICS BETWEEN "BONNIE" AND "CLYDE" + INTERACTIONS WITH OTHER CHARACTERS

Now, this is more headcanon and speculation on how these two criminals operate. Expect expectations to be subverted 😄.

Bonnie and Clyde are clearly very messed up individuals, distorting their victims, torturing them, and killing them just for art references, being extreme in their acts, and taking pictures of them to taunt the authorities in an act of "Wanna catch us, bitch? Here's what we can do!".

Bonnie is probably less discreet, having photographed themself in "The Lighthouse." Clyde seems to be the more cautious one, judging by how they tried to cover up the security cam in a panic. Either way, they both enjoy bluffing everybody with their art, grisly actions, and photos, which actually give lots of way, but hey! They view this as an art, so who cares? Art is 💥FLASHY💅 and ✨️CREATIVE🔥.

Clyde and Bonnie here also seem to not mind working together for this, showing a certain level of cooperation and passion for their craft, so, yeah, very fucked up.

To wrap this up,

TL;DR: I AM REALLY CONFIDENT THERE ARE TWO CRIMINALS WILLINGLY AND KNOWINGLY KILLING AND PAINTING THEIR VICTIMS FOR THE SAKE OF ART.

#horror #analog horror #urbanspook #theory #horror theory #Spooky #Scary #Analog horror urbanspook #Serial killer #Killer #Youtube

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lovemidnighteclipse12 · 1 year

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First Impressions - Brothers

First meeting is here please read that first for this post to make sense

LUCIFER

Are you trying to loose your life human? You know who your scolding?

As a loyal simp servant boyfriend of Diavolo he is partially impressed that Lilac did not have a common sense to do as Lord Diavolo wished.

Secretly impressed Lilac managed to get Diavolo agree on compromise after passively aggressively threatening them for kidnapping Lilac to Devildom.

So far he believes Lilac will be becoming another headaches of his,

MAMMON

The human did that?

You can't tell me this man isn't plotting stuff to do with Lilac, this man is going to become rich using that human as soon as he hears about it and sees the video Satan recorded, Lilac's going to be his partner in crime now.

Still hates the fact he has to babysit the human exchange student but Lilac and Mammon bonds quickly.

LEVI

How can a normie human be that confidently stupid?

Levi is impressed but sees that it was stupid to go against the literally the future king of Devildom, but at the same time envious of Lilac's confidence to even do that at all, who has that much confidence anyways?

Envious of Lilac's confidence

SATAN

The one who recorded that entire interaction because due to being the avatar of wrath, he instantly could tell things were about to become interesting as he sensed Lilac's anger and anything against Lucifer is good for him, didn't expect it to end the way it did

Kind of annoyed that it didn't end up having any blackmail against Lucifer

However is intrigued by the layers of anger he sensed in Lilac, an unsettling rage stirring below Lilac's emotions

ASMO

We all know this man has connections to Solomon through their pact, we know he's instantly gossiping about it to the shady sorcerer and has gotten the video from Satan. He's the reason Purgatory Hall knows about this.

Is impressed but at the same time knows it was an extremely stupid move

BEEL

Thinks Lilac as a bit crazy for doing that and foolish because Lilacs in a realm of demons, she should be more careful about her actions.

However besides from that Beel really doesn't have a solid opinion right now, he's too concerned about Belphie being in the 'human realm' for the exchange program.

BELPHIE

Lilac and Belphie meet like how mc and Belphie meet in game.

So all Belphie sees is a human he can use to escape and harm humanity however he wasn't able to trick Lilac into believing he was a human trapped in the attic, she had appropriately called him out on his bullshit in the first meeting but agreed to help.

Belphagor doesn't understand why Lilac gives him a look of understanding, what would a human know anyways?

Masterlist

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mc #obey me mc oc #obey me mammon #obey me lucifer #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me brothers

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drewexe · 3 years

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Fairy Lights

Pairing: hyunjin x fem!reader

Genre: smut, enemies to lovers (if you squint)

Word count: a bit over 7k

Includes: not much of an actual plot, hyunjin and mc trying hard to annoy each other and lowkey simping for each other instead, mc actually kind of being stuck up at times (maybe?), drinking, smoking, a tiny bit of public teasing, mirror kink (kind of?), a tiny bit of degradation and a tiny bit of praise kink, choking, unprotected sex (y'all please do be careful)

Summary: you didn't like hyunjin. you didn't really know hyunjin but he was popular and that annoyed you. in that light, maybe going to his party wasn't your brightest idea; now continues in a pt.2!

Author's note: hello and, if you decided to stop by, thank you for reading, i hope you enjoy your time here ♡

They had told you that the party would be a small one. You had been to a few parties while you were in high school, and even a couple ones in the first few months of your college life. Yet the "small party" that you were attending right now was about three times bigger than any of them had been. But, well, you guessed it was probably smaller than what the people who organized it usually did. And the host was no other than Hwang fucking Hyunjin.

When it came to college heartthrobs, it couldn't get more basic than him. He was popular, he was extremely good-looking, he was interesting to be around. Almost everyone wanted to be in his group or his bed, or both. Obviously, you didn't. You simply didn't understand why everyone would be so obsessed with one specific boy that much - he was a person like any other and it's not even like there weren't other good-looking boys, or girls for that matter, in your college. Yet for some reason, everyone worshipped the ground he stepped on.

Now, the reason you were at this specific party was one of your friends, who had decided that you needed a bit of distraction from your studying (correct) and insisted that this party would be perfect (incorrect). There were too many people for your humble tastes and none of them you knew. Your friend had disappeared into the crowd shortly after you had arrived and you didn't have the energy to look for the traitor.

Third drink for the night in your hand, you could admit the party wasn't that bad. Hyunjin's house was pretty nice - large, with three floors available to the guests and a lot of open space, meaning even though there were a lot of people it wasn't cramped. And what was the best part, the makeshift dancing wasn't even in the house itself. The first floor was about twice as large as the rest of the building so there was a very big open terrasse that served as a dance floor. You had taken a seat at the second-floor balcony, observing the dancing folly below you and sipping on your drink.

"Are you usually the loner type or are you just not enjoying the party?" a voice asked next to you and you turned to look at, of course, none other than Hwang Hyunjin himself, in all of his glory in black pants and a very loose-fitting and very unbuttoned white shirt, hair tied back in a ponytail with a ribbon. You couldn't help the groan that escapes your lips and the roll of your eyes.

"All the people in here that you could bother and you chose me," you said and you could see the friendly smile on his face drop. Good, you thought. You hadn't come to boost his ego.

"I'm sorry but have I done anything to deserve such a response from you?" he asked, crossing his arms and raising his eyebrows. "You're not a familiar face so I doubt that I have hooked up with you before."

That statement made you laugh. Not in an amused way, though. In a "how could this idiot be so full of himself" way.

"Luckily for both of us, no you haven't," you said. "Sorry to burst your bubble but not every person in this town is in love with you"

"Perhaps you're gay and I slept with your crush then?" he asked as you raised your glass to your lips and the sheer genuine idiocy of his question made you spit your drink back.

"Are you really that self-absorbed?" you asked in disbelief.

"Are you really dumb enough to be talking this way to the person whose alcohol you're drinking for free?" he retorted and you rolled your eyes.

"My original intention was to never talk to you but look at us now" you almost hissed out. "Now, if you would be so kind, please remove yourself from my sight and go party somewhere with someone who wants you around"

Your words seemed to have the opposite effect, though, as he took the empty seat next to you, leaning back and spreading his legs in the most infuriating way you had ever seen. It was double infuriating because, for some reason, he managed to make it look hot. You chose to ignore that.

"You see, every other person in this building would love to have me around. You seem to be utterly distressed by my existence. So I think I will stay here," he smirked and that infuriated you even more.

So you opted for ignoring him. You returned your eyes to the dancing people and sipped your drink. For a few minutes, it was okay. You pretended he wasn't there. For a few minutes, you were calm. And then little puffs of smoke started floating your way. At first, you ignored them too. But a side glance in his direction, cigarette lit between his fingers and eyes glued on you, was enough to tell you that he was doing it on purpose.

"For fuck's sake, can you go do that somewhere else?" you hissed out as you turned in his direction, tempted to pour the alcohol in your glass over him and his cigarette.

"I already told you, I want to stay here. Plus, this is my house so you don't get to tell me where to smoke." You felt like punching him.

"Some of us are not interested in premature death due to lung cancer, thank you"

You hadn't intended to make this a joke, yet Hyunjin laughed as if what you had said was hilarious. You glared at him. That made him laugh even more.

"Loosen up a bit, maybe?" he suggested, an annoying grin curving his annoyingly pretty lips. "You're at a party and all you're doing is hiding on the balcony on your own with a drink in your hand. Have some fun, that's all I'm saying" The words were accompanied by another puff of smoke in your face.

"I was having fun before you came here and decided to ruin my evening," you scowled. True, you had been here the whole night, but you were enjoying yourself. Who was he to judge you?

"Ah, I see, so you're one of those people who have fun doing very boring things like watching paint dry while sipping on their afternoon tea?" he questioned, tilting his head to the side as if genuinely curious. Another puff in your face.

"Better than being a prick who gets off to thinking everyone loves them and annoying anyone who doesn't," you responded.

"I get it, you don't like enjoying things, makes sense why you dislike me then" Yet another puff in your face.

And you had had enough. You pulled the cigarette from between his fingers and put it in your mouth, taking a long drag. You couldn't help grimacing, yet you managed not to cough as you exhaled the smoke in his face. He was startled, but it only took a second for a shit-eating grin to spread on his face.

"Awww, so you do have the guts to do something more than just talk back," he teased. Instead of replying, you glared at him and took another drag. "What happened to the lung cancer concerns?"

"Death would feel better than hearing more of your bullshit," you rolled your eyes, finishing the cigarette and putting it out in the ashtray next to you. "How do you even get laid with this attitude," you muttered, more to yourself than to him.

"I could give you a demonstration if you'd like," he offered.

"I'd rather choke the life out of you, thank you"

"I don't see how one of those excludes the other, I could be into that" he shrugged and your eyes widened in disbelief. He chuckled at your reaction and leaned closer to you. "Would you like to find out?"

You wanted to slap him. You wanted to wipe the smirk off his pretty face and let him know that no, not everyone wants to sleep with him. But you didn't want to give him the pleasure of knowing he was getting under your skin. So instead you crossed your arms and turned away from him again. You would simply go back to ignoring him and he'd eventually leave.

Hyunjin didn't speak for a while. You weren't sure what's he's doing but you wouldn't check and as long as he wasn't trying to bother you anymore, it was all good. And then he reached over, taking your glass from your hand and downing it at once. You looked at him exasperated and he raised his eyebrows at you.

"You stole my smoke, this is only fair, don't you think?" he had the audacity to ask and you shook your head slightly.

"Maybe if you weren't sitting here annoying me when I made it clear that I don't want your company, I wouldn't have done that," you reminded him and that seemed to make something move in his brain.

"You're right," he said and for a second you had hope. "I shouldn't be sitting here annoying you". Just for a second. "Get up, I wanna annoy you on the dance floor"

You were so shocked at his statement that you couldn't even find words to explain how idiotic that suggestion was. You could only stare at him once again in disbelief. He seemed to take your silence for a sign that you agree as he reached over and grabbed your wrist.

"Are you as dumb as you seem or are you just trying very hard to look like an absolute idiot?" you screeched as you pulled your arm away violently. "Whatever made you think I would like to dance with you?!"

"Relax, will you?" he chuckled, reaching over and taking your wrist again. "Here's a deal, give me one dance and I'll leave you alone"

Logically, you knew better than to play by his rules and give in to his request. But the idea was so tempting: just a few minutes and you'd finally be at peace. So you ended up agreeing. Well, you didn't say it but you stood up and let him drag you back into the house, down the stairs, and then to the open terrasse dance floor.

It was no challenge for him to drag you both to the middle of everything and before you had time to register your surroundings well, he was already feeling the music. You hated to admit it, but he looked gorgeous. It seemed like the music and him were one, his expression changing subtly every second matching the beats, eyes closed as he immersed himself in the song. And you hated, even more, to admit that it was hot.

Then his eyes opened and he looked at you, the smirk that curved his lips telling you that your face was giving out your thoughts. Miraculously, he didn't comment on that. Instead, he pulled you closer, leaning closer to your ear so you would be able to hear him.

"The deal is for you to dance with me, not just sit and stare while I do all the work, princess," you heard his voice from way too close and a shiver ran down your spine despite yourself. Okay, you were already realizing how bad of an idea it was to agree to this.

But you weren't about to chicken out of this, especially since you were pretty sure he wouldn't let you live it down. So instead you let yourself get distracted by the music and dance. This was okay, you could do this. Until you felt his arms wrap around your waist and pull you impossibly close to him.

"Hyunjin-" you choked out, trying to pull away but his grip didn't falter. His eyes were looking down at you with a mischievous glint and you clenched your teeth, forcing yourself to go back to dancing. Feeling a bit awkward, you wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers itching to play with his hair. It looked pretty. Would it be soft?

"So since we're here, would you care to enlighten me why you dislike me so much?" he asked suddenly, distracting you from your thoughts. You rolled your eyes, of course he would be stuck on that.

"After tonight, because you're a prick that just can't accept that not everyone is whipped for him and has been bothering me this whole time on purpose," you said, you were pretty sure that was obvious. "Otherwise, I just don't get the hype. Sure, you're attractive and whatever, but how many of the people that worship you actually know anything about you beyond that? All I hear people saying about you is how hot you are. No one really talks about you as a person, and yet you seem to soak it all up"

It was hard getting all that out with how loud the music was blasting yet you were pretty sure Hyunjin had heard you. He looked at you for a long moment, not saying anything. You thought for a second that you had hit a nerve. Yet that annoying grin was back on his face.

"So you think I'm attractive?" he asked teasingly and you rolled your eyes. "You act like you hate me but maybe secretly you actually want me too"

"See, you're disgustingly self-absorbed," you retorted, hitting the back of his head lightly. "I dislike you, period. No dick is good enough to change my mind"

"Bet that if you let me, I can prove you wrong," he said, that infuriating smirk on his lips once again. You still wanted to wipe it off his face. And you still wanted to remind him that not everyone wants to sleep with him.

"The deal was one dance and you leave me alone, Hyunjin," you reminded him. "I don't think fucking me is included in this one dance. And quite frankly, I think we've danced for long enough already"

"I mean, yeah, you can walk away and I won't approach you again,” he said as if making a peace offering. "But think about it. Are you confident that I can't have you screaming my name with pleasure to the point where you forget how much you hate me? If I'm wrong, you get to rub it in my face. If I am right, well you get a good fuck out of it"

You should have walked away. You should have rejected him straight up and left the dance floor and maybe the party as a whole. Yet you couldn't lie, the offer sounded so tempting. You hadn't had the chance to get laid in a while. And as much as you hated that about him, he was attractive enough to make you interested in the idea.

"You don't even know what my name is," you pointed out instead.

"So you can tell me and we can move on to the good part," he grinned and you rolled your eyes.

"Here's what, if you win this one, I'll give it to you," you said, probably the dumbest decision you had made in the past few months as a whole.

It took a second for him to realize that you had agreed and suddenly he turned you around, pressing his chest to your back as his hands took place at your hips. He leaned down, lips trailing down your neck teasingly and a shiver ran down your spine. His hot breath hit your neck and you closed your eyes, leaning your head to the side a little. You felt him smirk against your skin.

"For someone who dislikes me so much, you're already very willing to cooperate," he said against your skin and you groaned in exasperation, earning yourself a soft chuckle from him.

"Shut up, brat" you muttered, probably not nearly loud enough for him to catch it anyway. Yet he didn't say anything more, focusing on kissing all over your neck instead. You felt him bite down and suck and you could help the soft whimper that escaped your lips. Closing your eyes, you let the feeling take over you, heat spreading between your legs.

"You look gorgeous, by the way," you heard him say and you hummed in response, not trusting your voice at the moment. "This dress has been driving me insane since I first saw you. The way it rides up your thighs so easily…"

As if to prove his point, one of his hands moved from your hip to your thigh, gently sliding up and lifting your skirt, fingers teasing the sensitive skin on your inner thigh. You fought against the instinct to squeeze your legs together.

"Not to ruin the mood or something, but I sure hope you're not planning to do it here," you said, mustering up all your strength to sound annoyed and not extremely turned on.

"Don't worry, princess, I don't intend to share the experience with anyone here" he chuckled. "But I still want to have a little fun" Suddenly you felt his fingers press against your core and you bit your lip harshly to hold your moan. "My, for some who supposedly hates me, you're suspiciously wet right now"

Hyunjin started rubbing slow circles against you and whatever comeback you had in mind left you immediately, replaced with the need to have more. You were practically laying back on him at this point, his lips and fingers slowly but steadily working you up impossibily much. You were starting to think of creative ways to beg him to just take you somewhere else and fuck you without actually feeding into his infuriating confidence when he suddenly pulled away from you and you stumbled to keep your balance. You looked at him betrayed and his smirk told you that he knew. It felt like he could see right through all your attempts to hide.

"Endearing, truly endearing," he hummed to himself. Then he took your hand and finally headed inside the house. It took you three floors of stairs, multiple knowing and a few jealous looks to get to where he wanted to take you. "Welcome to my room, princess," he declared.

You took a minute to look around. It was pretty normal, you figured, not sure what you had expected anyway. Books were scattered across his desk, some clothes were thrown over a chair and the bed was unmade.

"Apologies for the mess, I wasn't expecting to be bringing anyone here tonight" he shrugged a bit awkwardly and you waved your hand dismissively, eyes on the wall over his bed.

"You have fairy lights?" you asked, a smirk tugging on your lips and you could swear you saw a soft blush spreading on his cheeks.

"They're pretty," he replied defensively. "Plus, they come in handy at times like this," he added, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively as he turned off the main lamp, walking over to turn on the fairy lights instead.

A soft golden glow washed over the room, not bright enough to see every detail but perfect to remind you of what you were here for really. Hyunjin walked up to you again, eyes stuck on your face for a few seconds. You were about to ask why he's looking at you that way when he suddenly reached up, cupping your cheeks and leaning down to kiss you. You were surprised at first but you kissed back as soon as your brain caught up on what was going on.

At first, the kiss started slow and gentle but when he realized you weren't pulling back, he deepened it, a sudden sense of despair in his actions. You reached forward, grabbing onto the unbuttoned collar of his shirt and pulling him closer. His hands dropped from your face to your hips and he started leading you to his bed. Once again, you wrapped your arms around his neck, this time not shying away from pushing fingers in his hair and tugging on it accidentally as you stumbled in his lap. A quiet groan escaped him and you pulled away from his lips chuckling.

"Didn't know it would take you so little to get vocal" you teased and he rolled his eyes, squeezing your ass and pressing you against himself as he rolled his hips up.

That shut you up effectively as you had to fight back against moaning yourself. Yet it wasn't enough to get you distracted so you tugged on his hair harder and watched his face scrunch in pleasure and his eyes flutter closed for a second. Oh, you were enjoying this. And it made you think back to what he had said earlier. Maybe the thing about being into choking wasn't just a joke meant to piss you off after all? You slowly pulled your hand away from his hair and down to the back of his head, carefully moving it to his throat. But before you could try it, he grabbed your wrist and moved your hand away.

"You're getting too comfortable here, princess," he said, his voice suddenly lower and slightly raspy. That confirmed your suspicion. "As far as I remember, this was about me fucking your brains out" As if those words explained anything, he moved you to sit on the bed and instead he himself got off and dropped on his knees between your legs.

"Get comfortable," Hyunjin winked at you with a small smirk. And before you knew it, he was pushing your skirt up and pulling your panties down, discarding them somewhere to the side.

Eyes wide and heart thumping, you watched him get comfortable, fingers gently moving up inner thighs and making shivers run down your spine. His thumb quickly found your clit, running a gentle circle over it and you whimpered out, thighs twitching slightly on instinct. He looked up at you again, a half-smile curving his lips as he leaned down and took a slow lick up your slit.

"Fuck-" you heard yourself say, breath hitching. Your body seemed to be so sensitive to anything he did and it was just not fair. You didn't want to lose so easily.

On the other hand, he looked annoyingly pleased by that. It didn't take much longer for him to get into his task and it didn't take you much longer to simply not be able to hold back soft whimpers and moans. His tongue did miracles between your legs and the louder you got, the more diligent he was. Your hand reached up and tugged the ribbon away from his hair, then your fingers threaded through the now released locks, holding onto him to keep yourself steady. His eyes never left you, carefully observing your every twitch and expression. You felt yourself getting closer, your body gave that way. Until Hyunjin suddenly pulled away and you whined out.

"Do me a favor, love" he said softly, licking his lips slowly as if demonstrating how much he enjoyed the taste of you on them. You wanted to cry at the sight. "Look ahead". You did and your eyes met… your eyes met your own reflection in a mirror right across from you. Despite the dimmed lightning, you could still see the effect he had had on you. You looked back at him quickly, but he shook his head. "I want you to watch yourself as I make you cum. Can you do that for me, princess?" His tone was so soft and soothing, and somehow it just pushed you deeper into the agony of the orgasm that he was currently delaying. You felt yourself nod before your mind even had the chance to process what you're agreeing to and he smiled. "Good girl"

And with those words, he leaned down again, starting off as if he had never stopped. Moaning, you forced yourself to look up ahead, your reflection greeting you. You looked completely fucked out. Your fingers were holding tightly onto his hair and your thighs were twitching every so often. You looked like a complete wreck and, despite feeling like one, now that you could see it, it would be so much harder to pretend like you had not been affected after he was done with you.

Hyunjin's blessed (or cursed) tongue and lips were still working on you, teasing your clit, gently pushing at your hole, the sounds of him licking getting louder as if he was getting messier with it. Soft groans escaped him from time to time, sending vibrations down your core. For a second you wondered if he was enjoying this as much as you were. And then you could see in the reflection one of his hands moving. And then you felt the tips of his fingers pressing against your hole, tongue focusing solely on your clit now.

You saw the way your body shook as one of his fingers pushed inside you slowly. It was getting too much. Feeling all of this was already too much, but watching it was even worse. Your eyes watered from the pleasure and the effort you put into keeping them on the mirror. You couldn't help but close them as your high crashed over you all of a sudden. A loud moan of his name slipped past your lips and you tugged onto his hair harder than you even knew you had the strength to. Your moan slowly turned into a soft whine, then whimpering as he still was licking at your core, although softer and gentler.

You weren't sure how long it was before he pulled away and you could open your eyes again, looking down at him as you tried to catch your breath. Once again, he made a show of licking his lips, reaching up to wipe your wetness off his face with his sleeve. You pulled your hand away from his hair, fingers trembling slightly. Your other hand had been gripping the bed sheets way too tightly as well so you relaxed your hold, clenching and unclenching your fist a few times to try to get back some feeling into them.

"I am going to assume I am doing quite well so far," Hyunjin grinned and you were still too dazed to even think of denying it or talking back. He stood up and leaned down so his face would be in front of you. "Don't worry though, I'm still not done"

"Please tell me I won't have to look in the fucking mirror anymore," you wheezed out, in genuine disbelief that he had made you do that to begin with.

"No, that's fine," he laughed out, amused by your reaction. "You can only look at me from now on"

"Lucky me," you rolled your eyes at his statement, hands reaching down to adjust your skirt a little - you were starting to feel a little too open now that your high was wearing off.

You tried to look around, avoid his eyes, mainly pretend that you're getting bored when your eyes stopped on his crotch. The visible bulge in his pants made you smirk.

"Oh, poor baby boy, look at how worked up you've gotten just from eating me out," you teased, reaching up to squeeze him slightly and you looked up again to meet his eyes. "Did I tug on your hair too harshly? Or was it just the right amount of pain that gets you off?"

The mockery in your voice, of course, was not genuine. You enjoyed having something to hold against him in this game of pushing all of your buttons. And truthfully, you wanted to annoy him the same way he had annoyed you on purpose earlier just to get a reaction.

Then his hand was on your throat, fingertips gently digging into your skin. Your breath hitched and your eyes widened and he tsked quietly, shaking his head.

"I didn't really expect you to be the bratty type," he said, somehow his voice was still soft and gentle as his hold tightened. As he took in your surprise, a smirk curved his lips once again and he leaned closer to your ear. "It's your mistake for assuming that I would only enjoy being on the receiving end of choking, princess"

You whimpered out and he pulled back a bit, concern flashing in his eyes for a second. You felt his grip relax and despite how lightheaded you felt right now, you realized that Hyunjin was probably worried that he might be pushing past where he's allowed. So you took a shallow breath and leaned up slightly, lips brushing his.

"Maybe you could try and see what would happen if you did that while you're fucking me," you suggested, pulling away once again and standing up.

You used the moment to unzip and take off your dress, as well as your bra, doing your best to make at least somewhat of a show out of it. Hyunjin's eyes were fixed on you as you did that and he licked his lips. He seemed to take that as his cue, as he also began undressing. You observed him as his long fingers quickly worked the buttons of his shirt and pants. In the dim light in the room, you could see the lines of his body, the outline of defined abs on his stomach, as well as a little piece of metal that sparkled a little. You raised your eyebrows, not expecting that he'd have a belly button piercing, but really at this point you should have been prepared for anything.

Soon, his pants joined the pile of unneeded clothes as well and you bit your lips at the sight of him almost fully naked in front of you. Walking up to him again, you took the initiative this time and crashed your lips against his, pushing him down on the bed and falling on top of him yourself. Straddling his lap, you rolled your hips down on him and he groaned in your mouth. Your core was still sensitive and the friction from grinding down against the fabric of his underwear made your skin burn. His hands squeezed your ass as he let you lead the kiss for a while.

When you pulled away, he looked up at you. His eyes were deep and there was a feeling in them that overwhelmed you.

"You're beautiful" he whispered, it sounded almost as if he was just thinking out loud, rather than talking to you. One of his hands cupped your cheek again.

"Hyunjin, I appreciate it, but now's maybe not the time," you forced yourself to chuckle. All of this was meant to be strictly sexual, definitely not sappy romantic. Him making your heart flutter with the way he was looking at you was definitely not part of the deal. So you did your best to keep being a brat and annoy him out of whatever soft space he was in. "I won't close my eyes and make an exception if you lose the bet because you were acting whipped for me"

You seemed to have achieved your goal, as he rolled his eyes and his hand left your face. Just for a second, you missed the feeling. But then he turned you both around, pinning you down against the bed as he hovered over you. The softness in his eyes was gone and replaced with something dark. He seemed… Angry? Or maybe upset?

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're just using me to get you off," he said in a low tone, licking his lips. You scoffed in response. "But fine, if you want me to fuck you like a whore, I will."

Before you knew it, two of his fingers were pushing into you and spreading you open. A moan left your lips and your back arched slightly. His fingers pumped in and out of you fast, making your brain malfunction from the sudden shock. Yet another thing you hadn't expected. But you weren't complaining.

"If only you could look at yourself again," he hummed above you and your eyes opened to meet his. "Spread out on my bed, soaking wet and already so fucked out, all for me. You talk back a lot, yet you're so compliant to everything I say or do"

Your toes curled as his fingers pushed deeper into you and your mind registered what he had said. You weren't sure if the heat spreading down your body was from the pleasure that he was making you feel or the embarrassment that flushed over you at his words. It was probably both.

"Hyunjin, please-" your voice came quiet and out of breath, but you couldn't even think about the huge blow your indifferent facade had just taken. You were almost scared that he'd decide to punish you for the way you spoke, yet a smile curved his lips.

"Don't worry, princess, I got you," he said sweetly, leaning down to press a soft peck on your forehead as he pulled his fingers out of you.

Was he bipolar or something, you wondered for a moment. You watched quietly as he quickly discarded the last item of clothing that was still covering his body and your eyes couldn't help but fall on his dick. You had to admit, it wasn't a disappointing sight, hard and already slightly leaking. So you looked up to meet Hyunjin's eyes again and spread your legs a little, a silent invitation for him to ruin you. Apparently, that was more than enough for him as he got back on top of you. You felt the tip of his length brush against your core and a small shiver ran down your spine.

"Are you ready, princess?" he asked gently and you hummed, nodding in confirmation.

And so he slowly started pushing into you. A low moan escapes you as your eyes closed. Above you, you heard him groaning. Once he was fully inside you, you both took a second to get used to the feeling. It overwhelmed you in an amazing way. You loved the feeling of being full. Yet at the same time, you were already craving more. So you opened your eyes again and reached up, wrapping one of your hands around his neck.

"I'm okay, you can move, Jinnie" you assured softly, too late realizing how you had called him. Luckily, he didn't comment, instead, a small smile tugged on the corners of his lips.

And so he did what you had said. At first, he was slow, focused more on long and accentuated rolls of his body, drawing quiet but long moans out of you. Then he started speeding up, his thrusts getting harder and more precise. One of his hands reached up, taking a hold of one of your breasts and squeezing it gently, thumb teasing your nipple and making you squirm under his touch.

Then the hand moved up your chest and settled on your throat. You had forgotten the conversation from earlier and a shock wave rushed through you when you realized what he was doing. He was looking down at you, smirk on his face as his hips kept pushing you down into the bed. For a second you wondered how he looked so steady at a moment like this - you knew for a fact that you were a complete mess, but aside from his heavy breathing and the sweat covering his forehead, he seemed so unbothered.

"I love the necklace," you commented, voice kind of hoarse from moaning, and you smirked back at him with as much confidence as you could at the moment. "Does it come in smaller sizes?"

"Anything for you, my love," he chuckled and you felt his hold tighten around you.

His fingers were pressing into all the right places, making you dizzy and euphoric. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His thrusts were impossibly hard at this point, making you choke out on screams every time he hit new spots inside you, making you see stars. The skin of your thighs was burning from the harsh hits, your core was burning from the way you were spread out and filled up. Tears started pricking your eyes and you felt them run down your cheeks, accompanied by whispered moans of Hyunjin's name and curses.

Then his movements started getting messier and his hold on your throat relaxed. You looked up at him again, the calm and collected tease from before was now gone. Instead, he was frantic, biting his lips as if to hold whatever sound was caught in his throat. You wanted to hear him, you wanted to know what he sounds like when he's in pleasure. And you wanted to see what he would look like when he cums. So you did your best to push him to it, arms wrapping around his body.

"Fuck, Hyunjin," you allowed yourself to moan out as loud as you could, digging your nails in his back and throwing away all caution and attempts at pretending. "It feels so good! God, you fuck me so well, please, don't stop, I'm so close"

Your voice was strained from the pleasure, your words sounded more like a plea, a desperate cry. Yet it seemed like they were working miracles on him as a whine finally escaped him and his hips stuttered. You were feeding into his ego and you loved it. You loved the way his eyebrows scrunched in concentration, the way his lips parted, taking large gulps of breath, you loved the way he was losing control, groans and occasional moans escaping him more and more often, and the way he fucked into you even harder. You could feel yourself closer and closer to the edge with every second.

Suddenly you felt a warm liquid fill you up and his mouth dropped open as a beautiful sound left him. He looked gorgeous like this, you thought, biting your lips and whimpering. Your nails dug into his skin again as your walls clenched around his dick that was still moving inside you. He quickly brought the hand on your throat down between your legs, fingers moving over your clit with quick and harsh movements as his hips slowed down.

"Come on, princess, come for me," he whispered, leaning down to kiss your neck and somehow, that seemed to be enough to push you over as you reached your climax for the second time tonight.

It was all black for a moment, only interrupted by the fairy lights above your head. You didn't faint, but it felt like your mind was restarting and it took you a minute to get back to the here and now. Hyunjin was still buried inside you, but he had stopped moving and his hand was gently stroking your hair. When he noticed you come back to your senses, he smiled at you and carefully pulled away.

"So how did I do?" he asked, grinning at you.

Instead of replying, you rolled your eyes, tsking loudly. And gave him your name. For a little bit, he wasn't sure what you meant, then realization lightened up in his eyes and he grinned, laying down next to you.

You turned on your side to face him. Though you could feel his semen kind of run down your thigh, so you glanced down.

"Let me go clean up-" you started but he shook his head and took your hands in his, thumbs drawing small circles on your skin.

"I promise, I will personally help you wash up later, just stay with me like this for a little, okay?" he asked, sounding almost childish. Obviously, you couldn't say no.

Hyunjin's arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you closer, your head resting against his chest. He pressed his lips in a gentle kiss on your forehead and you hummed softly. This was nice. This was very nice.

"Is this the part where you tell me your dumb friends dared you to seduce me or something and that's why you were interested in me to begin with?" you asked once he pulled away and Hyunjin raised his eyebrows.

"You read way too much fanfiction" he retorted, a teasing smirk curving his lips. "There's no bet. Just someone who didn't look at me like I am some god gracing humanity with my existence"

"I'm pretty sure you seemed like you're very much into people doing that," you pointed out and for the first time, you saw his expression go serious.

"When I approached you at first, I simply had the intention to make sure you're okay, princess," he said, his voice soft and you couldn't help but look at him in surprise. "I didn't know who you were but you looked lonely so I wanted to check if everything is alright. Yet you were so insistent on letting me know how much you dislike me. If I had told you that I don't really enjoy having the whole campus objectify me, would you have listened?"

You had to admit that he had a point. Maybe you had judged him too quickly.

"Yeah, I am used to people acting like I'm a blessing sent from above and, well, I do sometimes make use of that. And I guess that does mean I'm a bit of an asshole-"

"Glad we're on the same page already," you hummed and he rolled his eyes, yet chuckled quietly.

"You remember what you said back then? No one really talks about me like I'm an actual person. I kept bothering you, because I liked seeing a genuine reaction, instead of someone trying to please me"

You looked at him silently for a long moment. Thinking about it, maybe it did really make sense. You had been the first one to bite anyways. You opened your mouth to apologize to him for judging him without knowing him really, but he spoke up again before you could.

"I have another bet for you if you're interested?" You hummed, waiting for him to say more. "Bet that if you go out with me, I can convince you that I'm not just the asshole you think?"

"If you lose, would you cut off your hair?" you asked, a playful smile curving your lips.

"And if I win, can I keep dating you?" he asked back, grinning, a soft genuine smile.

You knew you had already lost. But it didn't sound like a bad thing anymore. So you grinned back and stretched out your arm.

"Seems like we have a deal, pretty boy".

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dracossweetprincess · 3 years

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helenaaa can i request draco fluff when it's y/n's first time, and when draco is about to put it in she suddenly said stop bcs she's scared , and she feel bad bcs draco is extremely hard at the moment but he just shoo it off saying that he's okay and reassure her that he doesn't mind at all and just extremely fluff 😫 i randomly thought about it and i think it'll be such a fluffy and softie concept !

peace & quiet | d.m

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request: yes/no

preview: y/n starts feeling anxious about loosing her virginity

warnings: very little smut & fluff, established relationship (dating), mentions of virginity, draco being a softie for y/n

draco giggled excitedly as he slid your underwear down your legs. you hesitantly spread them, and draco’s eyes sparkled at the sight. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you. he grabbed his length, pumping it a few times before lining up at your entrance.

“ready baby?”

he looked up, awaiting for you answer. “y-yes.” the second he was about to slip in you stopped him. “draco, wait!” you choked out, tears starting to cascade down your cheeks. “darling? you okay?” he pulled away, unwrapping your legs from his waist.

“i- i’m not ready. i can’t. i’m sorry, dray.” you pouted, sniffling. “oh pretty girl, it’s okay. c’mere.” he opened his arms and you nuzzled into his warm and cozy embrace. he was stroking your hair and whispering sweet little nothings in your ears when you felt something poke your thigh.

you looked down, already knowing what it was. looking down, you were met with his extremely hard and mad red length, precum spilling from the tip. your heart clenched when you saw how much draco really wanted this, and you had stopped him.

“i-uhm, maybe we can try again, i mean you’re so hard i-” he shushed you by delivering a quick peck to your lips, and getting up from the bed to tuck himself back into his boxers. “that doesn’t matter. y/n i want this to be special for you, so you have to be sure and comfortable, and you’re clearly not.”

he picked you up bridal style, taking you to the bathroom and sitting you down on the counter. “ahh.” you breathed out at the cold marble. “i know baby, i know. you’ll be warm in a second.” he started to fill up the tub, and grabbed your favourite bath bombs and essential oils.

“get in angel.” he helped you get in, “may i join you?” you nodded eagerly and let him slide in behind you. “does my baby want a back rub?” you nodded and sighed happily, letting him rub your back soothingly, pampering his darling.

after the bath was taken, he dried you with a silky tower and handed you your comfy, pink satin pijamas. draco lit a vanilla scented candle, and let you lay in bed as he prepared some tea to help you wind down.

you sat up, drinking the warm tea as you started to feel sleepy. draco slid in bed next to you, wrapping his left arm around you and kissed your head. you put down the tea cup onto the nightstand, and snuggled into his chest.

draco started to hum a lullaby his mom used to sing for him as a child, it helped him relax and calm down after his father yelled at him. you closed your eyes, letting yourself enjoy the peace & quiet.

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sukirichi · 3 years

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wine: ingredient 44 + sugar 7 + spice 12 for gojo satoru *slams table* thank you for feeding us kind maam

for sukirichi’s milestone event:

the meal order : 🍷 + 44 (hate sex au) + 7 (forbidden relationship) + 12 (praising kink) your dinner has been served! also bruh LOL you’re a choso simp this is hilarious spspsps

— who are you to deny him when he only wants to worship you?

gojo satoru x fem! reader

contents/warnings: nsfw, slight angst, reader is hot girl shit, gojo long schlong, hate sex, car sex, spanking, riding gojo, slight angst, praising kink taken to a DIFFERENT LEVEL (i want to make people question the extent of their praising kink), body marking, rough sex lol it’s always rough in my stories, unedited

Your friends pushed you out of the club, all of you laughing, hands clutched around your waists as loud, drunken giggles fill in the night air. It was a wild night; your friends invited you to the club to take your mind off your stupid boyfriend. You thought you’d end up moping around, too much of a buzzkill to ever let loose because it wasn’t that easy to stop thinking about him, but even you were surprised when you started grinding with people on the dance floor just three drinks later.

The gals were more than delighted to see you enjoying your night, only dragging you out the club when you nearly shoved your tongue down another man’s throat.

Scratch that – your friends called you to hang out because you lied about having a shitty day at work. You’ve had your fair share of shitty days, but you were one of the most prominent lawyers in your firm, no one dared gave you a bad day. Your subordinates knew that if they even looked your way without your permission, you wouldn’t hesitate to dump paperwork on them, or assign them to the nastiest cases just to piss them off.

Yeah, you were sort of a bitch, but you didn’t care.

It took a lot to get where you were now. It wasn’t easy to be a woman in a male-dominated workplace and you were forced to strip your softness off, replacing it with hard armor and sharp tongue concealed under bold red lips, a tight pencil skirt that accentuated your curves, and a pair of black suede pumps.

You deserved all your success. You were smart, stunning, confident, powerful – so then why did you feel like shit around your shitty boyfriend?

The answer was loud and clear. It bothered you to no end that he wanted to keep your relationship a secret because his family was too different from yours, coming up with a shitty excuse that you were just “too different.” He never bothered explaining, and every time you confronted him about, he’d only wave his hand, distract you with those delicious and soft lips of his until you forget it over and over again.

You were okay with it at first. It wasn’t a really serious relationship; you only started dating him because you saw yourself a lot in him – confident, self-assured, maybe even a little cocky – plus, he was extremely attractive.

But the longer you spent time with him, you were beginning to fall in love.

Yes, you, the ice princess of one of the most respected law firms all over the city was beginning to soften up at a certain blue-eyed man who had magical hands.

But tonight – tonight you’d forget about him.

Your stomach was heavy with expensive liquor and you were nearly staggering on your knees, the only thing preventing you from falling were your more sober friends. The others were holding you close to keep you upright, while one of your friends moved to a quieter part of the block to call an Uber for you. Your friends were all happily married, some with children, so they couldn’t really stay out too late at night and chaperone you all the way back home.

You were well-aware you were being a bother, but fuck, couldn’t you lean on someone for just once? Sighing, you leaned closer to your warm friend, mumbling something about wanting to forget about everything you’ve been through.

“There, there,” she patted your head comfortingly, “You’ll be fine, babe, you’re a strong woman. I know you’ll get through this.”

“But I hate it,” you drunkenly admitted, lips trembling the more you thought about him, every stupid little thing about him – his soft white hair, those pretty blue eyes he always hid under shades even at night, his large, calloused hands that always felt so rough when keeping your legs open for him and you couldn’t even start talking about his cock, he was just so blessed and perfect in every little thing that you hated it. You hated him. “I don’t like this feeling,” you sniffled, “I feel like I’m being looked down on, that I’m being pushed to the side. I feel unimportant, like I’m not good enough.”

“Who said you aren’t?”

You froze in your friend’s arms, eyes meeting with those blue ones you could never get enough of. As if noticing your silence, your friend immediately covers you with her arm, glaring at your boyfriend. “Do we know you or something?”

“No,” Satoru replies coolly, brows furrowed in the state you were in. You turned away from him with a scoff, arms crossed on your chest. Why did he have to be here out of all places? Wasn’t he busy with work or whatever family shit he apparently couldn’t tell you about even though you’ve both been dating for a year and a half now? He just wasn’t giving you a break, and the hairs on your arm stood up when he said, “Not that you have to, but may I please drive Y/N home?”

“She’s not going anywhere—”

“She’s a friend of mine,” he insisted, turning to you with a pleading look in his eyes. You almost melted. Almost. “I need to talk to her about something.”

You rolled your eyes and stepped forward, your friend’s arm latching onto yours. You could tell she was worried from the way her gaze darted back and forth between you two. Satoru was, after all, clearly uninvited, and he didn’t seem like your type either. You always insisted you preferred refined man, men like his friend Nanami Kento, but alas, you were stuck dating this one instead.

“It’s fine,” you told her with a fake smile, “I’ll call you later when I get home.”

You never got to call her – simply because you didn’t make it home. The moment Satoru closed the car doors behind you, you both got into a heated argument. Satoru hated silences and always made sure the car was filled with music, but this time, he didn’t notice there weren’t any songs when you opened your mouth.

Maybe it was the alcohol, or maybe it was the anger and pent-up tension of not being able to hold him and kiss him in public like normal couples did, in addition to the fact Satoru never explained why he insisted on keeping you a secret – whatever it was, you just snapped.

“I don’t even understand why I’m still dating you!” you huffed, legs crossed on top of the other as you gazed out the window. Lips trembling, you tried so hard to not cry, especially not in front of the man who was breaking your heart. “This is hardly a relationship when I’m not free to call or text you as you please, when I can’t go out with you on dates and we’re always hanging in my apartment. I’m your girlfriend, Satoru, we’ve been together for a long time but I honestly don’t even feel like it. What the hell are we dating for then?”

Satoru clenched his teeth, his grip on the steering wheel tightening. “How many times do I have to tell you that I love you,” he said coolly, acting unbothered and unaffected as ever, but the clench in his jaw said otherwise. “If that’s not enough—”

“Of course it’s not enough!”

“I’m trying here too, okay?” Satoru slammed on the brakes and parked on a desolated spot, hands running through his hair while he breathed heavily. Once he’d calmed down, he shook his head, refusing to look you in the eye like a man. “I’m trying my best. It’s just hard. It isn’t as easy as it looks.”

“What isn’t easy as it looks? Dating me? Letting the whole world know I’m yours?” when Satoru didn’t respond, you scoffed, patience running low and thin. “You’re pathetic, Satoru. Dating you was the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, and I thought I was a smart woman.”

With a shake of your head, you slung your purse over your shoulder and reached for the car door. You were about to leave when Satoru suddenly pulled you towards him, his lips slamming into yours. Like always, you fell into his trap, into the blissful pleasure that was his lips and his hands, and you hated it, hated him, hated him so fucking much because you were so tired of his entire existence.

You wanted to let him know he was insufferable.

You wanted him to feel the pain and misery he put you through.

“I fucking hate you,” you snarled as Satoru kept fucking into you, the entire car windows fogged and the vehicle shaking. “I wish I never met you, you asshole,” Satoru, displeased, only buries himself deeper into you, as if they would erase his mistakes and shortcomings.

Satoru’s large hands snake to your waist and onto your breasts, expertly tweaking them between his fingers. Your head fell back to the crook of his shoulder, your back pressed against his hard chest as Satoru trapped you in his strong arms, impaling you on his cock over and over again. “You’re lying,” he whispered into your neck, tongue and teeth playfully sucking at the tender flesh. His grip on your hip was bruising and possessive, and your breasts bounced fervently at how he snapped his hips upwards to feel your walls coat him and hug him tightly and warmly. “Why would you hate me, sweet girl? Don’t I always make you feel good? Don’t I remind you enough that you’re the best fucking thing ever?”

You didn’t respond right away, your breath taken away with how you could never get enough of this, of him. He was right no matter how much you denied it. Despite being terrible in everything else, Satoru knew and respected you, even admired your dominance and intelligence when other men were intimidated by it.

No, he worshipped you. He made you feel like you were a divine goddess when he tugged at your hair to tilt your cheek to him, his tongue slithering to your lips to taste himself on his tongue from when you previously busted his nut with just your mouth.

Lipsticks smeared on his cheeks and crescent moons on his pale thigh from your nails, Satoru looked wonderful beneath you like this.

He was beautiful, so damn beautiful, but it didn’t change the fact he’d put you through hell these past few weeks.

No, it wasn’t just the past few weeks. Things were always complicated with him. He was perfect in everything else but when it came to you, he made it a mission to hide you and your relationship, changing your contact name to a totally random one “just in case.”

Your mind was confuzzled and you felt like you were on the urge of breaking apart from both his ministrations and his confusing treatment over you. Before you knew it, you were kissing him back fervently with the intensity of your hatred over this man.

Your hand reached his to guide it to rub at your clit, and Satoru, eager to make you feel good as always, happily obliged. Satoru kept bouncing you on his cock until you were too overwhelmed to speak, crying and mumbling incomprehensible words.

Him, only him, would ever have the ability to let the sharp-tongued and intelligent woman who never bat an eye in court lose her wide vocabulary, falling apart in his arms while his long length abused your puffy lips.

“You made me feel like shit,” you finally admitted, tugging at his hair until Satoru is lowly groaning at the slight sting. But did you care? Of course you didn’t. You wanted to hurt him too.

“How so, sweet girl?”

“I can never have you the way I want,” you answered through gritted teeth, moaning out when Satoru suddenly thrusted too deep, hitting your most sensitive spot that had you quivering in his hold. “You don’t—” you gasped, “You don’t understand what I feel, how you make me feel like I’m never good enough for you. That’s the reason why you don’t want anyone else knowing, right? ‘Cause I’m not good enough for you, never gonna be good—”

Satoru didn’t let you finish your words, shutting you up with his cock instead. The vehicle shook uncontrollably with your mating sessions, and Satoru silences you by pulling at your leg to press it on his chest instead.

The sudden switch in positions had your muscles tensing and stretching, adding only to both your pleasures with the new thrown in factor of slight pain. You felt Satoru kiss your neck down to your shoulders, scraping his canines until you were absolutely lost. You gave in, you gave up, head lolling back next to his loving lips that murmured sweet nothings.

“Not true, sweet girl,” he reminded you, flattening you on his cock and making you roll your hips while you slid up and down his pole sensually. Unlike the previous pace, the slow sensation of your pussy hugging his cock with your arousal letting him slide in easily allowed you to feel every part of him, almost mind-wrecking at how good he’s able to make you feel even after such a long time of having him already.

“You’re the sexiest and most intelligent woman I’ve ever met, the best, the absolute blessing of my life, and I just want to protect you, sweet girl. You’re too precious for me to lose,” Satoru kept mumbling over and over again.

You could no longer process his words functionally, not when he’s slamming you down his length like that and burying himself in you as if he didn’t want to be anywhere else.

Satoru’s hands were still curious, appreciative and gentle as he runs his hands, dipping into all your curves and pressing into your most sensitive spots the way you liked it.

“You’re always so good for me so no, sweet girl, never gonna let you go, not when you’re so perfect for me,” Satoru eased your worries – temporarily – with his words, and you’d believe his lie, you’d fall into the same mistakes over and over again because you were just that weak and powerless when it came to him. “You’re made just for me, sweet girl, you’re the prettiest and your pussy is the prettiest – I worship you, I adore you. You’re so divine.”

You blamed it all on your ego.

He praised you so well, made you feel so good and always placed you on top of the world when he’s inside you like this. Even if you knew he’d knock you down the pedestal just hours later, you opened your doors for him all over again.

Satoru knew this too, because he rammed inside your walls and ruined everything that you held firm beliefs in, his large hands smacking your ass to urge you to bounce on him like you weren’t made for any other purpose than to be the woman he adored.

You lied to yourself – you always did – but did you care? So what if you couldn’t be the one he really loved? What did it all matter when you were the one he worshipped?

For the sake of the praise and the compliments, you’d let him fuck you and play with your heart over and over again. It was a toxic routine you’d never get tired of, and you no longer complained, forgetting about everything he’d done and every heartbreak he caused you because he was there, whispering into your ears how good you made him feel and how you were the only one made to take him, and you didn’t care. Not anymore – not when you were worshipped.

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