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romanticintheory · 2 days

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Hello!!!! I was wondering if you could write an angst with Ghost/Simon where the reader was too clingy after having a bad day and he lashed out on her but he didn't think anything of it because the next day the reader was acting normal. He only noticed after a few weeks when reader became more distant and quiet. Feel free to ignore if it's too weird or you don't like it!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

this one is dedicated to all the ones who were hurt and never got that apology. hope this alleviates the pain.

simon "ghost" riley x gn!reader || masterlist || request rules

-there was no one specific reason as to why today turned out to be a bad day. it just was.

-from accidentally burning yourself trying to make breakfast after waking up late to having to deal with the most insufferable customers, it just wasn't your day today.

-but it was okay, because you had simon to return to when everything was said and done.

-the frown on your face immediately softens the moment you see him walk through the door to your shared home. as soon as he pulls his mask and boots off, you make your way toward him and engulf him in a tight hug.

-you are painfully (but understandably) unaware of the thin veil of his patience and the frustration that had been brewing within him in the past few hours. he half-heartedly returns the embrace.

-"how was your day, si?" you ask him gently.

-"fine," he responds shortly, hoping there isn't more to the conversation.

-even after you pull away from him, you trail behind him as he moves around the house. this wasn't irregular behavior from either of you. simon wasn't usually the most talkative person in the room, anyway, but he loved to hear your voice. that was one of the things he loved about the two of you together; you filled the space he couldn't.

-today, though, was different. he was pissed off at all different kinds of people. for some reason, couldn't bring himself to tell you that he was having a bad day and needed some space, especially because it was evident you were having a bad one yourself.

-so when he turned on his heel after listening to your rambles for as much as he could take and lashed out at you, he tried not to think about the unbearable amount of guilt seeping into his veins.

-"would you just stop clinging to me for five minutes? god, 's like i can't get away from you or your constant fucking talking!"

-you had heard stories, mostly from simon, about the kind of man he could be when pushed to his limit. mostly, it was of violent, physical acts when it came to work or protecting the ones he loved. other times, he would tell you about when he'd lash out at others just like he did to you, now, and he always told it to you with a quiet fear. there was an unspoken meaning to him telling you about the times he's acted out: i don't want to do the same to you. i don't want to hurt you.

-but here he was, towering over you with a coldness in his eyes and a dryness in his throat from the sheer volume of his words.

-averting your gaze from his, you let out a meek, "'m sorry," and watch as he slams the door in front of your face.

-when he slinks into bed next to your sleeping form later that night, ridden with shame and guilt, he misses the tear-stained face hidden from him. after his outburst, you felt like all of the energy in your body had been taken away from you and retreated to bed early. you cried on and off for hours.

-you always thought you had a clinging problem. it was an insecurity you carried with you starting from childhood. friends would become acquaintances and family would keep you at arms-length. after years of believing the issue was you, simon walked into your life and told you different.

-if you stopped talking because you thought he stopped listening and was uninterested, he'd always turn back to you and genuinely ask why you stopped talking. whenever you apologized for hugging him for too long or asking to spend time with him for the third time that week, he'd always tilt his head at you and say in that low, sincere voice, "but i love you?"

-for all those reasons, you tried to give him the benefit of the doubt despite how much he hurt you. so, when he tries to bring it up the next morning, you do your best to brush it off. he was having a bad day. that was all. no need to make a fuss.

-"listen, love," he calls to you as you pop your piece of toast out of the toaster. "about last night-"

-completely disregarding his words, you look at the clock and stuff your phone into your pocket. "it's fine. honestly, simon," you tell him with the best smile you could muster. "i'm gonna be late. i'll see you tonight."

-you were so adamant on getting out as quick as possible that simon had no time to respond. he thought to himself that maybe he was making a bigger deal out of it than you. maybe there were no hard feelings and you were completely fine. after all, he was always overly worried for you, anyway.

-so, when you came home, he didn't mention it. it was as if last night didn't happen, and the two of you were perfectly fine. there were times where simon thought you were being a bit more restrained in your movements or words, but he tried to chalk it up to just him being overly paranoid. you said it was fine, so it was better not to push you on it, right?

-at first, you were doing really good at keeping yourself from overthinking the situation. however, as time went on and you paid more attention to how you acted around your boyfriend, you began to wonder if you were really that clingy.

-as the week progressed, your state of mind would deteriorate. what if it wasn't just a bad day? what if that was what he thought the entire time and was just waiting for the right moment to tell you? had he just been trying to cheer you up about your insecurities the entire time? and if he was, how much of this relationship was even real, then?

-the more you thought about it, the more distant you became. the last thing you wanted to do was make simon feel like he was being suffocated by you. you slowly stopped initiating physical affection with him, restricted talking about your day to a few sentences, and tried to answer simon's questions in one word when possible.

-he notices. of course he notices, it was like a stranger was living where you were supposed to be, and he missed it. he missed you.

-he asks you about your change when you're getting ready for bed, pulling the rest of your nightshirt over your head. despite being exhausted from work and looking like you were sitting out in the wind, he thought you never looked more ethereal than you did now.

-"(y/n)," he said.

-"hm?" you hummed to him, not turning toward his direction. you sat down on the edge of your side of the bed, turning off the lamp at the same time.

-your lack of emotional presence was starting to eat at him. he sat down next to you, the mattress dipping beneath his weight and forcing you to lean toward him.

-"you alright?"

-"yes. why?"

-"i dunno, you just seem..." his eyes tried to find yours, but you couldn't bring yourself to meet his gaze. "quiet."

-it was then that you looked at him, and it was scary to simon because he couldn't make out the emotion in your expression. there was nothing he could read.

-"isn't that-" you had to pause to try and stabilize your wavering voice. "isn't that what you wanted?"

-there was a tension-filled silence that settled in the room, and for a second you were worried that what you said was somehow incredibly offensive.

-finally, he chokes out, "i'm sorry."

-again, you try to muster up a smile. "it's fine, i already told you. i should've known you wanted space."

-"no."

-"no?"

-"it was my fault," he explains. "how could you 'ave known? i didn't tell you i wasn't in the mood that day, and that's not even considering the way i talked to you. i shouldn't have- nothing excuses what i said to you."

-still, you were convinced you were to blame. "well, i have a history of being clingy, so," you were trying to come up with more excuses for him. for most of your life, you had decided that you were the issue. it couldn't be any other way, right?

-"i know. it's one of the things i love you for," he says quietly. "not to sound cheesy but it's what makes you you, and i don't want you to lose that jus' 'cause i'm still shitty at communication."

-you knew in some capacity he was right. there was no excuse for how he talked to you, but the next words you wanted to say evaded you.

-simon thought about talking some more. instead, he grasped your back with one hand and slid his other underneath your legs, repositioning you on his lap. it was like a silent plea from him, a way of proving that he wanted to be close to you just as much as you wanted to be close to him.

-"you're sure i'm not too clingy?" you ask tentatively.

-"positive," he reassures you, rubbing small circles on your back with his thumb. "you wanna know something?"

-"what?"

-"if i wasn't so fucked up-"

-"you're not fucked up."

-"right." you never let him talk badly about himself. that was something he was still getting used to after all this time. being loved and learning to love himself. "well, if i didn't grow up the way i did and became the person i am, i'd probably be way clingier than you."

-"that's impossible," you deny, unconsciously letting yourself lean into his touch.

-"you don't know how much i want you. if my mind and body would let me, i'd be close to you all the time, showing you the attention you deserve."

-"you give me plenty."

-"agree to disagree," he stops with the circles and pulls you impossibly closer to his body. "but 'm trying. 'm trying to learn to let you love me and to not be afraid to love you. 'm sorry, love. i stopped trying that night, and i think it'll be the death of me."

-you let his words sink in, a thoughtful look on your face.

-"next time you'll tell me, right? what you're thinking?"

-"pinkie promise," he agrees, letting the hand under your legs slide out and raise his pinkie finger toward you.

-in return, you link your pinkie with his to seal the promise, and it feels as though the heavy tension in the air has cleared away.

-"i love you," he says, feeling bold from his previous admission.

-"i love you, too." there's that smile on your face. he never realized until now how he probably couldn't live without it.

-he kisses you on the lips, and for a moment the two of you just stay there in each other's arms, forgiving the past, healing the present, and dreaming of the future together.

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livin4mybabes · 2 days

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adrenaline rush | lando norris

paring: lando norris x reader

summary: you navigate the highs of podium finishes and the passion of your relationship.

warnings: brief smut

author's note: another fic with Lando, hope you enjoy it!

The energy in the paddock was electric as I walked alongside Lando, my hand comfortably entwined with his. There was an undeniable sense of confidence emanating from him, a glow that mirrored the bright lights of Shanghai's skyline.

"You were incredible out there today, Lando," I remarked, unable to hide the admiration in my voice.

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Thanks, love. I've been feeling really good this weekend. And having you here with me makes it even better."

I squeezed his hand, feeling a rush of warmth at his words. Being by his side, supporting him through the highs and lows of each race, was a privilege I cherished.

The cheers of the crowd echoed through the paddock as Lando stepped out of his car, a grin stretching across his face. I rushed to him, my heart pounding with pride as he embraced me tightly.

"We did it, love!" he exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement. "Pole position for the Sprint Race!"

I laughed, feeling a surge of joy bubble up inside me.

"You were amazing out there, Lando. I'm so proud of you!"

As we made our way to dinner later that evening, the atmosphere was buzzing with excitement. Lando's fans approached us, congratulating him on his pole position and admiring our bond as a couple.

"You two make such a perfect pair!" one fan exclaimed, their enthusiasm contagious.

I felt a warm blush creeping up my cheeks at the mention of our relationship, but before I could respond, another fan chimed in.

"And that kiss after qualifying? That was adorable!"

Lando grinned, wrapping an arm around my waist.

"Yeah, well, she's the best good luck charm I could ask for."

I chuckled nervously, feeling the heat in my cheeks intensify as I leaned into his embrace.

"You're too sweet, Lando," I murmured, grateful for his unwavering support and affection.

Together, we continued on our way, the night alive with possibility and the warmth of newfound connections.

After dinner, we headed back to our hotel room, our laughter echoing through the empty corridors. Lando couldn't resist teasing me as we walked, his playful grin lighting up his face.

"You know, love, I think you deserve a prize for being such a great support today," he said, his tone laced with mischief.

I raised an eyebrow, a knowing smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

"Oh really? And what kind of prize were you thinking of?"

Lando's eyes twinkled with amusement as he leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper.

"Well, I was thinking of something special, just for you."

I playfully swatted his arm, my cheeks flushing with warmth.

"Nice try, Lando. But I think I'll have to pass. You need to save energy for tomorrow."

Lando feigned indignation, his expression mockingly dramatic. "What? You're turning down a prize from yours truly? I'm hurt, love."

I couldn't help but laugh at his theatrics, my heart swelling with affection for this playful side of him. Leaning in, I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, the warmth of his embrace enveloping me.

"Don't worry, Lando," I teased, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You'll have plenty of opportunities to win me over. Like tomorrow, when you win the race. And the day after that. Then we'll see about prizes."

Lando's grin widened, his confidence unwavering.

"You just wait and see, love. I'll win both races, and then you won't be able to resist me."

With a final kiss, we settled into bed, the promise of tomorrow's races and the anticipation of shared victories filling the room with excitement and possibility.

As the Sprint Race unfolded, I stood nervously in the garage, my eyes glued to the screens displaying Lando's progress on the track. When he spun out briefly, my heart lurched with fear, my hands gripping the edge of the railing tightly.

Lando's father noticed my distress and came over to comfort me, his steady presence a reassuring anchor in the midst of uncertainty.

"Don't worry. Lando's a talented driver. He'll bounce back from this," he reassured me, his voice filled with confidence.

When Lando finally crossed the finish line, I rushed to meet him, relief flooding through me as he climbed out of the car. He enveloped me in a tight hug, his embrace filled with emotion.

"I'm so sorry, love. I wanted to do better," he murmured, his voice tinged with disappointment.

I held him close, shaking my head softly. "You did amazing out there, Lando. No matter what happens, I'll always be proud of you. Tomorrow's race is another chance to show the world what you're made of."

Lando's eyes softened as he gazed at me, gratitude shining in their depths. "Thank you for always believing in me, even when I doubt myself," he said, his voice sincere.

I smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. "That's what I'm here for, Lando. And as for the press, let them say what they want. Their opinions don't matter. You're a champion in my eyes."

We shared a laugh, the tension dissipating with each moment of shared understanding. With a final kiss, Lando headed off to his team meeting, leaving me to wait in the garage.

As I stood there, Max's girlfriend Kelly approached me, a sympathetic smile on her face. "Tough race, huh?" she remarked, her voice filled with understanding.

I nodded, grateful for her company as we set off for a walk while our boyfriends finished their meetings.

Later, back at the hotel, Lando and I settled in to watch a movie, the events of the day fading into the background as we lost ourselves in the comfort of each other's presence. With his arms wrapped around me, I drifted off to sleep, feeling grateful for the bond we shared and the unwavering support that carried us through even the toughest of times.

Race day Sunday was a whirlwind of emotions as I watched Lando deliver an incredible performance, crossing the finish line in second place. As he emerged from his car in Parc Fermé, his family rushed to embrace him, their pride evident in every smile and hug. I looked on, my heart swelling with happiness and pride at his achievement.

When Lando finally made his way to me, he pulled me into a tight hug, his sweaty embrace feeling like the sweetest victory. "We fucking did it, baby," he whispered against my neck, his words sending a shiver down my spine.

I held him close, feeling the warmth of his breath against my skin as he pressed a kiss to my lips. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the love and adoration we shared for each other.

As Lando ascended the podium, I couldn't help but feel a pang of worry when I noticed the absence of celebration from the Red Bull team. But my concerns were soon put to rest when Perez stepped forward, pouring champagne over Lando in a gesture of camaraderie and respect.

After the podium ceremony, Lando's family and I waited for him in the hospitality suite, our anticipation growing with each passing moment. When he finally joined us, he enveloped me in a warm hug, his smile radiant with joy.

"Come on, love," he said, gesturing towards the McLaren team. "Let's get that photo together."

I stood by his side as the cameras flashed, feeling a swell of pride as he made sure I was included in every moment.

Later, as we retreated to his room, Lando turned to me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. "Would you still give me my award, even if I didn't win the race?" he teased.

I laughed, rolling my eyes playfully. "Of course, Lando. You're always a winner in my eyes," I replied, pulling him close for a tender kiss.

As we lounged in the hotel room, basking in the afterglow of our shared passion, Lando's mischievous grin told me he wasn't quite done yet. With a twinkle in his eye, he reached out to trace lazy circles on my bare skin, his touch sending shivers down my spine.

"You know," he said, his voice dripping with playful innuendo, "I think I could get used to this winning thing."

I chuckled, rolling my eyes at his cocky demeanor. "Oh really? And what makes you say that?"

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Because I can get the best rewards if I win."

I couldn't help but laugh at his teasing, swatting him playfully on the arm. "Is that so, Mr. Norris? And what kind of rewards are we talking about here?"

Lando's grin widened as he leaned back, propping himself up on his elbows. "Well, let's just say you're looking at the reigning champion of... cuddle sessions."

I couldn't hold back a laugh at his ridiculous proclamation, shaking my head in mock disbelief. "Wow, Lando. That's quite the title you've got there."

He chuckled, pulling me close and planting a soft kiss on my lips. "Hey, a champion's gotta have his perks, right?"

I rolled my eyes, unable to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "You're incorrigible, you know that?"

He just grinned, pulling me into his arms and holding me close. "Guilty as charged. But hey, at least I keep things interesting, right?"

We stayed silently for some minutes.

Lando's eyes bore into mine, dark with desire, as he closed the distance between us, his hand trailing along the curve of my waist.

"You know," he murmured, his voice low and husky, "I can't stop thinking about you."

My breath caught in my throat as his lips brushed against mine, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. With a gasp, I melted into his embrace, surrendering to the intoxicating pull of desire.

His touch was electric as he explored every inch of my skin, leaving a trail of hot kisses in his wake. I arched into him, my hands tangling in his hair as the world fell away, leaving only the heat of our passion.

In that moment, there was no room for doubt or hesitation, only the raw, primal need that bound us together. And as we lost ourselves in each other, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, our love would always burn bright and true.

As Lando's playful banter continued, I felt a surge of desire coursing through me, fueled by the undeniable chemistry between us. His touch ignited a fire within me, and I found myself unable to resist the magnetic pull drawing us together.

With a boldness born of adrenaline, I pushed him back onto the bed, straddling him as I leaned in to claim his lips in a hungry kiss. His hands roamed eagerly over my body, igniting a trail of desire wherever they touched.

Our breath mingled in the air, hot and heavy with passion, as I trailed kisses down his neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. Each touch sent a jolt of electricity through us, heightening the intensity of our connection.

Lando's fingers tangled in my hair as he pulled me closer, his desire matching mine with a fervor that left me breathless. With each caress, each whispered word of longing, the tension between us grew, building to an inevitable crescendo of pleasure.

As our bodies entwined in a feverish dance of desire, time seemed to stand still, lost in the intoxicating haze of our shared passion. With each movement, each touch, we pushed each other to the brink of ecstasy, lost in the euphoria of the moment.

As the night wore on, our desire for each other seemed insatiable, fueled by the intoxicating blend of adrenaline and affection. With each caress, each whispered word of longing, we delved deeper into the depths of our shared passion, losing ourselves in the ecstasy of the moment.

Lando's touch was electric as he explored every inch of my body, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. I arched into his embrace, my senses overwhelmed by the heady rush of pleasure coursing through me.

With each kiss, each tender caress, we built towards a crescendo of desire, our bodies moving in perfect harmony as we sought to satisfy the hunger burning within us. And as we finally reached the peak of our passion, our cries of ecstasy echoing through the room, I felt a sense of completion wash over me, knowing that in Lando's arms, I had found true fulfillment.

As we lay entwined in the aftermath of our lovemaking, a sense of peace settled over us, our breathing slowly returning to normal as we basked in the glow of our shared intimacy. In that moment, there was no past, no future, only the boundless love that connected us, stronger than ever before.

His eyes met mine, a softness lingering in their depths as he brushed a strand of hair from my face. "You're amazing, you know that?" he whispered, his voice filled with awe and adoration.

I smiled, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "And you're not so bad yourself, Mr. Norris," I teased, running a hand through his tousled hair.

He chuckled, pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead. "I mean it, though. You make me feel like I can take on the world."

The sincerity in his words washed over me, filling me with a sense of pride and contentment. In Lando's arms, I felt cherished and desired, my heart overflowing with love for this incredible man.

As we lay together in the quiet of the hotel room, the outside world faded away, leaving only the two of us wrapped in a cocoon of love and intimacy. And as we drifted off to sleep, entwined in each other's embrace, I knew that no matter what the future held, we would face it together, united in our passion and devotion.

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wosoluver · 3 days

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Falling asleep in paradise.

TW: Smut, minors DNI

Lena x reader

"I have to go schatz, it's a work get together, and I need to earn some points with my boss."

"You wouldn't have to if you you weren't always late to work."

"Really? And whose fault is that?"

"Not mine! You're the one who is sexy in the mornings. And I don't like him. Always trying to hit on you."

"Well, he can keep trying, he's never going to land anything so."

He flirted with you quite a lot, despite knowing it was inappropriate and that you were in a relationship.

You only ignored him, he was delusional if he thought you would ever give him a chance.

You went to the bathroom after getting dressed, to do your make up and hair. Lena wouldn't leave your side. Standing in the doorway, watching you.

As you were adding the last touches, pouting your lips at the mirror as you retouched you lipstick, she couldn't stop herself.

"Why are you getting so dressed up?" pouting her lips, pulling you close.

You laughed at your girlfriend, her jealousy could get a bit much sometimes, but you didn't mind, actually you found it attractive.

"Baby, I always dress like this."

"Yes, but today I won't be there if you need me. I love you liebling." whispering lovingly this time.

"Love you too, more than anything."

Her hands on your hips as she kissed your neck, trying to convince you to get in bed with her.

"I'm serious. I'll be back before you know it."

You untangled yourself before she succeeded, walking towards the front door, getting your bag and keys, and her trailing behind you.

"Bye love, no need to wait up on me." teasing her. Knowing exactly what you were doing.

"And you. Come straight home. To me." she said in a firm tone that made you instantly wet.

But you didn't give in.

Giving her a kiss you walked out the door.

"Hello, girl you look so good tonight!" - said your friend and coworker as you walked to the table.

"She always looks good." and there he was, before you had even sat down.

"Hey guys. Have you ordered anything yet?"

You greeted them as you sat in between your favorite coworkers.

Some had, some hadn't and trying to rizz you up, your boss had offered to pay for the round. Which annoyed the ones who were already having their drinks.

The night carried on fine, except you couldn't get your mind off her. You had been talking for hours. But by now you only wanted to go home, you wanted Lena.

"So Y/N, do you still have a boyfriend?"

"A girlfriend and yes. Actually I should probably get going, home to her."

He let out an annoyed sight as you got up to say goodbye to everyone.

Getting in the car and taking a deep breath, it wouldn't be long now.

You were probably a little over the speed limit on the road. But you were impatient.

As you came in, you noticed she was still up, sitting on the couch, watching something on the tv.

"Thought you weren't coming home anymore." - once again, talking in that low tone.

You walked over to her, staring down at how good she looked. She aways did. Only wearing a sports bra and shorts. You couldn't tear your eyes away from her thighs. They were almost an obsession of yours.

Getting your shoes off, she had picked up on what was going on.

"Maybe I shouldn't have." - You matched her energy, as she pulled you down to her. Setting you down, on her right thigh. One leg in each side of it.

"So horny and I haven't even said much." - she traced your lips with her thumb.

"You didn't have to, after basically saying 'come straight home so I can fuck you'."

"I was only trying to convince you to stay. I'm not sure if the offer is still up." - she whispered in your ear, as she rocked you against her leg slowly. And a moan escaped your lips.

"Lena, please."

She undressed you little by little. Enjoying the feeling of your wetness on her thigh. Letting out delicious groans.

Putting her hands on your hips as she guided you, back and forth, you made a mess, throwing your head back.

By now you were grinding hard against her. One of her hands was in your hair, her lips going from you neck to your lips, kissing, biting down your lip as you moaned out her name.

"That’s it, love. Fuck-" she says while flexing her muscles under you.

As your pace starts faltering, she moves you to straddle now both of her legs, to give you more support, as she brought her hand down between your legs, rubbing your clit and adding in two fingers, reaching for your g-spot, so she could get you to finish.

"Schatz I-"

"I know, I'm here, you can let go." she whispered softly as she left a kiss on your temple.

Finally cumming on top of her, relaxing your body and nuzzling your head on her neck, as she carried you to bed.

She got up and went to the bathroom, only to come back with a damp towel.

But you pouted, hissing at the contact, you were sensitive and the towel being somewhat cold didn't help.

"I'll be quick liebling."

And not a minute later you were already sound asleep. She pulled the covers over you.

Got changed and laid down on the other side of the bed, gently brushing your hair out of your face. Falling asleep in paradise.

This was supposed to be put out earlier, but I accidentally deleted part of it and had to rewrite it. 🩷 Also first time writing smut?!

#woso #woso x reader #lena oberdorf #lena oberdorf x reader #futfem #dfb frauen

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oracle-of-dream · 4 hours

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Hiiii I really like your work and yes so anyway here goes nothing !

Could you maybe write a top!yeonjun x bttm male reader ?

Where the reader is the 6th member of txt and the plot is up to you (the reader does have a praise kink, tho ... but other than that, I will let you do as you wish ! )

Getting Close

Minors DNI

Summary: You're the 6th member of TXT, a recent addition to the group, and you're having trouble getting comfortable with the members. As the oldest, Yeonjun takes on the job of caring for the newest member...

Warnings: Male Reader, Top!Yeonjun, Blowjobs, Deepthroat, Cum Drinking, Corruption Kink (lowkey)

Wordcount: 1.9k

The day wasn't too bad but you couldn't help but feel exhausted. It was a photoshoot, an interview, and then you had vocal lessons at the end of the day before being released back to the dorm. You did a lot of work with the other members one-on-one and it felt awkward working with them in less than a whole group setting...

At the photo shoot, you had to work with Taehyun. He was so professional and put together, you felt like a stick figure next to the Mona Lisa. You struggled through the shots with him, trying to lean toward him without being so stiff–but his face never gave away how he was feeling... You wondered if we were annoyed by you slowing him down. Then there was the radio interview with Beomgyu. His personality is something... different. You didn't know how to handle his energy or build off him well, so he spoke for most of the interview. The interviewer commented on your silence, asking if you were introverted. You just agreed with their guess so you'd have to speak less, saving yourself more embarrassment than you were already sitting through. You only remember saying "Hello" and "Goodbye".

Your manager had gotten onto you about trying harder to get progressively better with the group but the members were already so close to each other–there was no space for you...

Lastly, vocal lessons with Yeonjun.

You walked into the practice room, ten minutes early to warm up alone. The last thing you needed was to embarrass yourself in front of Yeonjun–Hybe's prodigy.

You wrapped up your vocal exercises just as the door opened. You stood up and bowed at the door, not looking at who walked in. "Hello," You muttered nervously.

"There's no need to bow, it's just me," Yeonjun said as he stepped into the room. He had a white jacket, a green tank top, and a white beanie. He smirked at you. "What are you being so cute for?"

You sat down, feeling your ears get warmer. "Sorry–I thought you were the instructor."

"I am your instructor today." Yeojun patted your head as he moved past you to the other seat. "The actual teacher couldn't make it so he told me what you'd been working on and asked me to help you."

"Like–together?"

"Yes, together! We're a team now." You'd always practiced alone with the teacher, even recording your debut–alone in the booth. You'd sang in front of fans and the members already, but only songs you'd spent hours and hours practicing. Yeonjun noticed you hesitating. "Are you nervous? I won't judge you, we're a team." Yeonjun emphasized the team by putting his hand on your thigh and shaking it.

"I know we're a team but–"

"No, buts! We're a team. Period. It takes time to adjust, but all the members are here for you–especially me."

You nodded silently. When you were still a trainee, you loved TXT and their songs were always the best to you. Even for monthly evaluation, you'd do a TXT song. Any time you'd hear they were in the building you'd silently hope you'd catch even a glimpse of them while they moved through their day. On the day you were told that you'd be joining TXT instead of debuting in a new group, your heart soared–not realizing it meant you'd have to be with your favorites all the time. The day you were moved into the dorm, the members looked surprised to see you. Apparently, they'd only been told you were coming earlier that day. It was probably unfair to them how they worked from the ground up and you were added in after they'd already poured so much work into their careers. It was tough not to feel like you were riding their coattails–even fans commented on how your spot was undeserved... But Yeonjun's eyes made you forget that horrible pit that had been sitting in your stomach.

You took a chance. After a deep breath, you asked, "How can I get closer to everyone?" Your eyes were wide with wonder.

Yeonjun smiled at you. "You're so cute... Maybe I don't want you to be close to everyone–why not just me?"

"Uhh–"

"I'm kidding, y/n. You should be close to all of us!" Yeonjun slipped his beanie off and shook out his hair. "We'll try taking it one step at a time. We can start getting closer and work together on getting the others in, okay?"

You knew Yeonjun was flirty on camera with the members, but you didn't know he was flirty off camera too. You couldn't tell if he was being serious or if it was just his personality... "Sure, that sounds good."

"That's great. And I've got a great way for us to get close fast." Yeonjun put his hand out to you. "If you want, then we can do it too. All the boys have done it to get closer to each other."

"Just tell me what I need to do." You took Yeonjun's hand. He immediately placed it on his crotch, pressing it against his half-hard cock. You took your hand back, eyes wide. "O-Oh I–"

Yeonjun gently leaned forward, sliding his hand over yours as he gently placed his lips on yours. "Easy. Take it slow," He instructed as he moved your hand again. Right back where he wanted it. His hips rolled into your hand, forcing his bulge to brush between your fingers as his hands cupped your face to hold you in the kiss. His plump lips tasted like strawberries, and his breath was cool and fresh with a hint of mint. When he pulled away, he looked you deep in your eyes. "Okay?"

You nodded. You didn't know what to do, but you knew that you didn't want to fight against it either.

"We're still in the building, so we don't need to get too involved today. Want my hands or my mouth?"

Your brain malfunctioned at his proposition, still trying to process the kiss.

"Cutie, stick with me. If you leave, how can I make you happy?"

"I don't know what to do..." You awkwardly cupped Yeonjun's bulge, feeling his pulse in your hands.

"Did you want to see mine first? That will make it easier." Yeonjun unbuttoned his pants and leaned back. "Go ahead, take them off. You've got me wherever you want me." Yeonjun's voice was a little deeper and softer, almost whispering. His eyes glazed over as he looked at you, waiting for you to do something. Following his lead, you tug at his pants–opening them enough to show his underwear. "Good boy, now the rest," Yeonjun cooed.

"Are you sure?" You asked for confirmation, but your eyes were still glued to his bulge. Yeonjun knew he had you.

"Only if you want it. I won't force you." Yeonjun started to zip his pants up when you stopped him.

"No! I–We should be closer because we're a team."

He nodded. "Now you're getting it, you're a part of my team. And everyone on the team does this. We can't date, and bringing people home is problematic, so we take care of each other's needs..." He stroked your ear. "Can you take care of me? Or do you need me to take care of you first?" He placed his hand on your knee, slowly sliding it up your thigh watching your expression for discomfort. You moved to the edge of your seat, matching Yeonjun, forcing his hand to touch you. "At the same time, then?"

You nodded as you slipped your hand into Yeonjun's underwear. He did the same, slender fingers dipping past your waistband. His cock's tip peaked out from his boxers and as you stroked him, it stretched further out until he slid his underwear down enough for all of him to stand proudly. Maybe you felt too shy, but you stopped Yeonjun from taking off your underwear.

"Okay, keep them on. I can still touch you like this..." While still stroking your cock, Yeonjun kissed you, squeezing your member every few moves to make you flinch.

You copied him, matching his pace and pattern.

"Oh, an observant boy? I expected you to be more playful like Beomgyu..." Yeonjun chuckled as he kissed your nose. "Can I have more, please?" He stood up, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you seated. His cock, dripping with precum, pointed at you. "Can you suck it, please?" The way he said please make your cock twitch. He wasn't begging, it was more like a strong suggestion. He didn't want to force you to suck his dick, but he really wanted you to do it.

"I can," You said shyly as you leaned forward.

"Thank you, baby. Take your time with it, there's no rush." Yeonjun rubbed your head, letting his hand rest on you as you opened your mouth. You instinctually closed your eyes as you wrapped your lips around him. The feeling of his eyes watching you work was too much, you couldn't look back at him. Your tongue made the first move, swirling around the tip. Yeonjun's moans encouraged you, showing how he enjoyed it. You slowly sank deeper, using your hands to stroke the part that you couldn't cover. "Don't push yourself," Yeonjun moaned. You understood he was trying to be kind, but it made you want to push yourself hearing him be so patient for you. You bobbed your head, moving lower each time until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. "Jeez, you're so good. It's so deep in there..." His hand that was resting on your head mixed itself in your hair, making you more excited. You deepthroated him, gagging and gurgling on him, making so much noise. "Y/n, p-please, don't hurt yourself. I–fuck," Yeonjun tried to speak but you didn't give him any time to breathe.

You hollow your cheeks, taking him completely.

Yeonjun's eyes bulged as his knees buckled. "I'm cumming, m'cumming! Stop!" He tried to push you off him, even pulling your hair slightly, but you didn't budge as you held him inside your mouth. Yeonjun realized what you wanted and stopped pushing, instead pushing you down. "F-Fine, then drink it all if you want."

You felt his warm cum shooting straight down your throat, his cock pulsing and twitching as his hips rolled his pelvis into your face. Your nose scraped against his stomach a few times and your eyes rolled back–finally opening.

"Such a good boy, so good. The best!" Yeonjun moaned praises repeatedly until you slid him out of your mouth. His knees finally collapsed and dropped him back into his seat. He breathed heavily to catch his breath. "You didn't need to do so much... for me..."

You wiped a few tears out of your eyes. "I wanted to. I liked it. Hearing you tell me how good I did..."

"Oh?" Yeonjun smirked. "Then I'll tell you when you're doing a good job every time. And I'll make sure the others will too."

"The others?"

"Yeah. After today, they'll want to get close to you too..." Yeonjun kissed your cheek. "But remember who's your favorite. And don't forget I was your first in the group."

You nodded, a plush on your cheeks as you cleaned up your own mess. You hadn't even realized you'd stoked yourself to completion while sucking off your bandmate...

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doe-eyed-fool · 2 days

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Fallen {Chapter Thirty}

Alastor x (fem)Reader

Alastor managed to get back to his home, he nearly collapsed as we arrived. But he kept strong and carried me up to the bedroom. He walked me to the bed and laid me down, carefully checking my head.

"Y/n?" His voice was hoarse. "Can you hear me?" He asks. I nod my head, opening my eyes slightly. "Can you speak?" Again I nod. "I can." Alastor sighs a breath of relief. "How are you feeling?"

"I should be asking you that." I mutter, while trying to sit up. Alastor prevented me from doing so, as he gently pushed me back down. "Don't move too much right now darling. And don't worry about me. I'll heal up in no time..."

"Alastor, how bad are you hurt?" I ask somewhat firmly. "Darling, I'm alright. Now, you stay here and rest. I'll be back momentarily." Before he left the room he summoned his shadow counterpart.

"Do not leave her side." Alastor says sternly. The shadow nods before manifesting itself by me. Alastor gave me a small smile before leaving the room.

Alastor sighed heavily, wincing as his wounds throbbed and ached. This wasn't good.

Alastor slowly moved down the stairs. He would have teleported, but his energy was completely drained. He would need to use what little he had left, to focus on recovering.

As he reached the bottom, there was a knock at the door. He froze.

He didn't need to wonder who was there. He knew. And it shook him to his very core.

When Alastor didn't answer the door, it opened on its own. Another thing that kept him still. Those doors never opened for anyone but himself, unless someone of higher power were to come along.

Someone like...

"Alastor. I'd like to have a word with you."

Lucifer.

Alastor was hardly able to keep himself upright. There was no way he would be able to fend off Lucifer right now. Even at his full potential, Alastor's chances of beating Lucifer were slim to none.

With the way he is now. It would be like stepping on an ant.

Lucifer walked inside the home, turning his head to look around, as if admiring the decor. "I saw the most interesting thing today." He starts. "Two of the pride ring's most rival overlords, fighting. Fighting over what? I couldn't help but wonder." He approaches Alastor, looking him in the eyes.

"It must have been something grand."

Alastor said nothing.

"And it seems you were pretty roughed up in the process. Was it worth it? It must have been, whatever it was." Lucifer chuckles. "But, two overlords scraping with each other is nothing, compared to what I saw when I arrived at the scene."

"Angel blood." Lucifer said simply. "Vox, had somehow stained his hands with angel blood. Now how in the hell could that have possibly happened?"

Again, Alastor said nothing.

"Playing dumb will not do you any favors." Lucifer's tone dipped low. "Where is the angel, Alastor?"

Finally, Alastor gather the nerve to speak. "I...Have no idea what you mean."

Suddenly Alastor felt a tightness around his throat. "What did I just say?" Lucifer's his tail wrapping around Alastor's neck, and lifting him off the ground.

Alastor clawed at the tail while gagging and coughing weakly.

"Answer me. Where is the angel?" Lucifer said more sternly. Alastor kept silent. He had no other option but that.

Lucifer clicked his tongue before throwing Alastor aside. There was a loud thump as he hit the wall.

"You will tell me where you're hiding that angel Alastor. One way or another..." Lucifer said, stepping closer to him. He leaned down to Alastor's height. "I'd hate for such a well known overlord to suddenly disappear, again."

"There is no angel..." Alastor spoke weakly. Lucifer sighed. "I'm very disappointed in you, Alastor. You were one of the good ones. Very...entertaining." He says with a smirk, before raising his hand. Sharp claws grew from his finger tips, his hand engulfed with flames.

Meanwhile, while I was upstairs, I was able to hear loud crashing and thumping. Something was happening downstairs, and telling from how Alastor's shadow began to dissipate, it wasn't good.

With the shadow unable to stop me, I pulled myself out of bed and hurried as fast as I could to the top of the stairs. What I saw made my stomach drop.

"Stop!"

Lucifer paused, then turned his attention up the stairs. At the top, is where I stood. "Please, don't hurt him!" I begged.

"Y/n..." Alastor murmurs.

Lucifer's smile returned. "Y/n? Is that you?" He stood tall and walked towards the bottom of the stairs. "My, how much you've changed! Just look at you! Come down here, let me get a closer look..."

"Y/n...run. Get out of here..." Alastor's voice strained. Lucifer laughs. "Yes, you may try and run. But I assure you, you will not get far. I don't intend on letting you slip away from me again..."

"I'm not running." I said before walking down the stairs. I stopped just before Lucifer. "You can do whatever you want with me, but let Alastor go. Don't hurt him."

Lucifer smirked and moved his hand towards my face. I flinch slightly as his claw made contact with my cheek.

Alastor growled slightly and grabbed at Lucifer's leg. "Don't you touch her!"

Lucifer kicked him away, his boot roughly colliding with his face. "Stay quiet, this doesn't concern you anymore."

"No!, Please, hurt him!" Lucifer grabbed my chin and yanked me down to eye level with him.

"And you, my dear, are in no position to be barking orders." Lucifer hissed lightly, his tone settling back into a more casual one. "You must understand, an angel such as yourself does not belong here. It only makes me wonder..."

"Why has God abandoned you?"

Lucifer slowly let go of my face, I step away from him.

"I...I don't know. I've been trying to figure that out this whole time...I don't know why..." I answer.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter anymore. You're here." Said Lucifer. "And while it is a puzzling situation...I can not allow you to roam freely in my kingdom."

"Then...What do you plan to do with me?" I ask, though, I had a good feeling as to what the answer might be...

"I'm not going to keep you locked away, and hidden from the word. That's for certain." Lucifer says smugly, eyeing Alastor down. Alastor barely had to strength to glare up at him.

"Alastor has done everything to keep that order you have down here." I say suddenly. "You saw me back at the hotel. He disguised me then, and has been until today. I know keeping me a secret, might have angered you. But, other than that, there is no reason to punish Alastor. No one knows about me, accept for him and you...and now Vox I guess." I pause for a moment.

Lucifer laughs. "Oh trust me, he won't be spilling about you anytime soon."

"Did...Did you kill him?" I ask hesitantly. "Goodness, no!" Said Lucifer. "Killing off one of the pride ring's most influential overlord? Just imagine the uproar that would cause alone. No, I did not kill him. But I made sure, that he kept his mouth shut tight about this situation. Otherwise, punishment would be in order..."

"Right..." I mutter. "About what I said before. I'll accept whatever you might do with me, but in exchange, Alastor goes free."

Lucifer cracked a small smirk. "Alastor?" He asks, without taking his eyes off me. "Has this little angel managed to catch your eye?"

Alastor and I met each other's gaze. Each of us, concerned for the other. If Alastor had the strength, even just a little bit, he'd do everything in his power to get us away from here. But he was just hanging on by a thread, yet unwilling to slip away.

"I'm surprised." Said Lucifer. "You must be very special, young lady. It's quite the shame however..." His expression darkened and his tone drastically changing from his smug behavior.

"To loose her so suddenly..."

I felt the air being forced from my lungs, a dull ache that grew steadily within my chest, warm blood dripped from my lip down to my chin. My heart beat becoming slow, and the world growing dark.

I look down, to see Lucifer's claws ripping through my chest.

And the last thing I would ever hear, would be Alastor's sorrowful wail of my name.

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justbeingbuck · 1 day

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comforting you while a chronic illness flares up - multi character

I woke up sick today from my chronic illness and decided to do this for comfort. is it a little hyper specific to my me/cfs? probably

evan 'buck' buckley

you let him know that you stayed home because you weren't feeling well due to a chronic illness. he begins to ask you a slew of questions, trying to figure out what's wrong so he can bring the best comfort items over

when he gets to your place, he has a lot of comfort items. he even brought soup (a recipe from bobby ofc)

you tell him that you just want to lay in bed for a bit. he offers to cuddle with you, and you happily accept

buck holds you close, and you two talk aimlessly until you both fall asleep. you fall asleep first and he looks at you with so much love in his eyes

he knows that your chronic illness takes a lot out of you and he promises so much to stay by your side no matter what. through every flare up, he's there

peter b parker

peter was out on patrol when you let him know that you were having a flare up. he quickly finished the patrol and made his way to your shared apartment.

you were in bed when he got home and he slipped on a sweatshirt and sweatpants over his suit and was by your side, asking if there was anything he could do. you told him that you would like him to lay with you but only after he changed (you understood his concern but you knew comfort had to come first)

once he was out of his spidey suit, he crawled into bed with you. you asked him about his day while fighting to keep your eyes open. you kept asking him questions and he could hear the exhaustion in your voice

"honey, it's okay. go to sleep. i'll be right here when you wake up" he would tell you

you tried to argue with him but it was useless, sleep beckoned you and you couldn't resist it

and he was there when you woke up, still ready to take care of you

bruce wayne (battinson)

when you told bruce that you were having a flare up, he canceled (albeit few) plans at the business to take care of you

he's seen your flare ups before and knows that all you want to do is lay down and try to sleep. so bruce always tea and your favorite snacks ready for you when you wake up

bruce doesn't immediately go into bed with you while you're sleeping, mostly because he's still wide awake. so, he sits in a comfy chair by the bed and reads a book while he waits for you to get your rest

when you wake, you smile upon seeing him in the chair reading. he has tea and snacks ready for you and you two spend some time talking (mostly him asking probing questions to make sure you're okay)

you then ask him if he can cuddle with you. bruce gives a small smile and crawls into the bed with you

astarion

it was a regular day at camp in the lower city when a flare up hit you. you had made your way to astarion's tent and laid down. everything had been too much for you

astarion found you sleeping in his tent and sat down next to you. he never wanted to disturb you in the middle of the day, because he knew that this usually meant a flare up for you

he read a book while he waited for you to wake, and idly played with your hair or ran his fingers over your head (depending on your length of hair)

when you woke, you rolled onto your back to look at him. he asked you how you were feeling and he could hear the difference in your voice. more awake, slightly more energy to it.

he tried to not feed from you the night after a flare up but you insisted every time. after feeding he would take care of you and make sure he didn't cause anoth flare up

#astarion x reader #astarion x tav #bg3 #bruce wayne x reader #battinson x reader #the batman 2022 #evan buckley x reader #911 abc #peter b x reader #spiderverse

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ivaspinoza · 3 days

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Does a writer love to write?

Oh, to be a writer! A poet, an artist. What a blessing — or a curse? I said this before, as a joke, that "writers are cursed to write, no matter what" happens or how long it takes between intervals. Writers will write. They might struggle, mostly inside their own heads, but they will write. And they will feel accomplished for doing that.

During my block time, I used to try and try to write, not because I had to, but because I couldn't help but to keep trying and writing the weirdest words, absolutely nonsense shit — until one day, I went back on track. Not writing was never an option. I tried to give up this, many times when I was at a bad place mentally. I felt that I wasn't a writer because I wasn't writing, but this only led me to this previously shared conclusion I keep as a mantra:

"I do not write because I want to be a writer, I write because I am one."

Some people will lick an artist's shoes and treat them as their saviour. This is the same type of people who might think having a degree makes them automatically smart, that every doctor knows what they are doing, and that artists are somehow a superior class of people. I was talking with my beloved @goodluckclove about it today (the main reason I'm writing this), about how being an Artist, or a Writer, is just another job, like being a Teacher, a Baker, a Parent, a CEO or a Janitor. Some artists will even tell you they had no "talent" at all, they just decided to commit and learn. I can draw and I always tell people that it is pure muscle memory. Just practice. Just commit.

But there is also that sparkle, that inspiration, that epiphany, right? That thing that art causes. What makes some works of art shine and hit you with eternal impact? Just practice? This is a long, deep, crazy, boring, infinite debate, but to me the answer is simple.

It's the soul.

That's why AI will never be able to do it. The soul carries memory, information, patterns, feelings, mysteries, and language (unspoken, holy, different languages, that we don't know much about). Some works are technically fantastic but soulless. Some are full of soul, but lack skill. However, the soul is always a part of it, as it is for a doctor when their soul shakes in grief after putting everything they had in for a 72-hour surgery just to lose their patient. Everything goes through the soul. Have you met a soulless doctor? I have.

What about a teacher helping a student to overcome their difficulties? A mother in a 72-hour labour to deliver her baby, with a father who didn't leave her side? Parents that actually take their time and energy to raise conscious, cared for and loved human beings? When a CEO thinks of what is best for the team, and comes up with a brilliant idea, instead of just caring about money? When a janitor makes a place clean and tidy for others, instead of neglecting it? It is not the job itself that is important, but the motivation, the intention, and the heart behind it. That is what makes it valuable.

Our trades will always affect the ones around us. Human nature is deeply connected to the desire to be useful and serve. Not to be stuck at this point forever, but to me, a big reason for so much pain and depression in the modern world is how self-centred our culture pushes us to be. "All about me"! Too much thinking in your head will make you crazy (I would know). But when we are useful, we find peace and rest from ourselves, we connect, and we are in reality, grounded in the present.

Will you love it every time? Nope. Not naturally. But do we have to hate it?

As an artist, poetess, writer, I can tell you that I didn't always love to do it. Sometimes, it was painful. Sometimes, it brings me physical discomfort or it can be disturbing because of my own limitations and issues — the artist himself is in his work (I will die on this hill, because of the soul). But I don't believe and I won't ever advocate for the tortured artist figure, for the "I hate being a poet", although I can't think I ever got these words from any poet.

"I hate making art!" "I hate my kids!" "I hate to live!"

I think it's time to wake up to the levels of desensitisation we have come to. These contemporary times unfold in absolute glorification of evil as if everything painful and ugly was "more artistic". We don't have to avoid hard themes and make it taboo out of them, but we do need a counterbalance. We also need responsibility and honesty when choosing our themes and our artistic or literary approach. And we do need to stop hating things all the time. We need a mature creative world.

It is easier and faster to break than it is to build. It's easier to hurt than to heal. Look around. We have almost nothing left to "break" at this point. I'm in search of beauty again. Out with lanterns. The beauty in you and in me. Not for the glorification of the artist, or of the art itself, but for the Love that keeps me going, that designed me for a particular job, and that I plan to execute in love.

"Let all you do be done in love", it's written. But because I know Love is not only feeling, even when I don't feel like doing it, I will go back into Love, into humility, and do it to the best of my strength. I will do it so that when I have the opportunity to serve someone by it, they feel love. We put our soul into it, and it's not an aesthetic, not a fancy ethereal trend; there is no need for applause. I will do it like that because in that doing is the reward itself, not in the praise or the prize.

All is vanity. Love is the reward.

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derangedanomaly · 12 hours

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Nightmare having an ex wife he still loves but hates in a way(Lies all lies he won't admit it), she is an Guardian like him, and no matter what they can't cancel out in powers, why they are evenly matched out no matter what happens.

So back to what I was saying, Nightmare has an Ex Wife, The Guardian of The Night (Or semi moon), They technically got 'divorced' during his transformation from passive, although she tried to he supportive she couldn't carry on with him so she had to eventually let go of him, dream never did get her on their side but she didn't join the bad guys either, every once in a while Dream tries to convince her but ofc she's not choosing sides and all that bs.

How you think the Star sans (Ink&Blue) and Bad sans(Horror, Killer& Dust) would react when they eventually figure out that nightmare has an Ex wife who cancels him out in terms of strength and everything else?

Lmao, I find this request funny. Like, imagine Nightmare, being his normal asshole self, and then when it comes to his ex, he's like- a leaf (strength wise) when it comes to her.

MASTERLIST

BAD SANSES AND STAR SANSES MEETING NIGHTMARES EX WHO'S STRONGER THAN HIM

BAD SANSES:

Killer, Dust and Horror were sitting in the kitchen, talking about their recent missions, when Nightmare suddenly bursted into the room.

They all jumped, when they set their eyes on Nightmare. "What got him in a frenzy now?" Killer leaned to whisper to them, while snickering. Dust could only shrug, as Horror kept on munching on his food.

"QUICK. PACK YOUR BAGS." Nightmare demanded, as he searched the kitchen for any food he could take on his journey. They all looked at him like he was crazy, well- it's not like he isn't, but still.

"Pack our bags? Why?" Dust stood up from his seat, and put his hands in his hoodies pockets. "Do not question me." The three exchanged uncertain looks, as they couldn't take him seriously, while he was in this frenzy.

A sudden unknown voice stopped them from asking more questions.. "Hello, Nightmare." Nightmare stiffened, when he heard that voice, he could recognize it anywhere.. They all looked towards the entrance in interest, making eye contact with a woman.

"Woah.. who's this woman, boss?" Killer decided to cut the tension, as he took a sip from his energy drink. You took on a gentle smile, now going towards the boys. Speaking to them with almost a motherly tone. "Ah, how lovely to finally meet you all. My name's Y/n. And I'm Nightmares ex." Killer choked on his drink, hearing that. Nightmare quietly grumbled in annoyance, and embarrassment. How humiliating...

Dust lit up a cigarette, because he couldn't do this anymore, without it. He puffed out a smoke, facing you with a tired look. "Boss has an ex?" "BOSS HAD A LOVER!?" Killer yelled next, as Dust grumbled at his yelling. "Boss...is afraid...of you..?" You couldn't help but giggle at them. They were so cute.. you couldn't help but take on the motherly role in this situation.

And that's exactly what you did..

At first, you only came to negotiate with Nightmare about something, but then- you couldn't help it but embarrass him in front of his 'underlings'.

You told them all about your relationship with Nightmare. They looked pretty interested, even more interested when you told them that you're stronger than him.. they were in awe. While Nightmare...felt absolutely embarrassed.. good riddance..

THE STAR SANSES:

Dream, Ink and Swap were standing in front of an unknown doorway. "Soo.... what's our mission today, Dream?" Ink asked, with interest. He's never seen this house before. It looked well kept. Flowers were littered everywhere...it looked pretty cozy and homey. "We're going to an old friend of mine." They both nodded to Dream's answer.

Dream took a deep breath, before finally deciding to knock on the door. After awhile of waiting, and Ink's constant yapping, a woman came out from the house. You smiled warmly, seeing Dream's form. "Hello, Dream." He returned your smile, and was about to speak. But was interrupted by Ink. "GOD DAMN-" "SHUT UP INK" A long silence ensued, as Dream huffed in frustration, while you stared wide-eyed.

"sorry about him..." He gave you an apologetic look, as you only smiled. Completely relaxed. "It's fine." "Anyways- we-" Ink went up to you, pushing Dream aside. You've noticed his eyes, that changed shapes and colors. You couldn't help but stare intently in them. His left eye was a pink heart, while the other was a yellow circle. "Excuse me, are you a super model?? OR A GODDESS?!" Your face hald a gentle smile now. You leaned down to look at him a little better. "Aren't you sweet?" Ink's cheeks gained a rainbow color, as he stared at you with an opened mouth.

"Ink! Stop acting like this towards the nice lady!" Swap scolded him, pulling him away from you, while Ink still stared at you. "It's fine, nothing can surprise you anymore when you've dated the king of negativity himself." Dream huffed, as a complete silence consumed them. "YOU'VE DATED NIGHTMARE?!" "Does that mean you're single?!"

What a lovely bunch.. you can't wait to tell them all about Nightmare..

From the far distance:

"..."

"Are you alright, boss?" Dust asked him, staring at him, weirded out. "...I feel like someone's talking about me..."

#undertale #undertale fandom #sans undertale #sans x reader #nightmare sans x reader #nightmare sans #killer sans #dust sans #horror sans #dream sans #ink sans x reader #ink sans #swap sans #swap sans x reader #utmv

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my-jukebox · 1 day

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hihi! i have a obey me request that i thought of after reading the hug headcanons w the brothers post you made!! (it was REALLY nice btw <3 i loved it!)

what about mc coming home after a tiring day at RAD and mammon just hugs them n they just have a cute fluffy moment …or!! mammon coming home after a tiring day at RAD, and mc just hugs him n again they have a cute fluffy moment, any of the two are fine since they’re both so cute!! im gonna leave the choice up to ya, cant wait too see what u write <3

- 🃏 anon! :3

I'm so glad you loved the previous post. I brainstormed my best here and tried to make it longer so forgive me if it's not up to the mark. Also God it took so long, I'm sorry.

Genre: Oneshot, Fluff

Characters: (gn! reader), and Mammon.

"Mammon, towards the light!"

The photographer said as Mammon turned towards the light, maintaining his pose. He had been going for hours together with only a ten minute break every hour.

"Majolish is gonna love these pics. Great job today!" was all Mammon heard before he rushed to his studio room and removed his makeup. He looked so tired, to the point where he should've considered getting Asmo to keep the people at bay.

He took deep breaths and finally got some shut eye until—

"Mammon, the next shot is ready!"

"Ahh shit, here we go again!"

Mammon headed out the room and watched as the studio began filling up with multiple models who he was supposed to pose with.

'This is gonna be draining!' He thought as he was being dressed and practically, dragged by his photographer on the stage.

—

The lecture seemed never ending. The professor kept talking about Latin phrases for spells and potions but all you could think about was sleep.

"(Y/N)?" The teacher called out.

"(Y/N)!?" She repeated.

"Yeah!!"

"Are you zoning out? Please pay attention or else you'll fail the midterms."

"Yes, ma'am"

The teacher nodded her head at you and went back to teaching some spells again. You couldn't be bothered. You'd just have to pull up another study session with the brothers again, it seems.

The minute the bell rang, you got up from the bench, refusing to greet anybody as you made your way to the House of Lamentation.

Upon reaching back home, you entered your room to find Mammon asleep on your bed. You gently shook him.

"Mammon, are you alright? It's pretty rare to find you here of all places." You said, voice laced with concern.

"I'm alright. I'm just so tired. When I tell ya' I was like a prisoner there, I'm not kiddin'!!" He said as he looked up at you. He had absolutely no energy left in him.

"There?" You asked, unsure of what he was talking about.

"The modelling studio. Those stupid, little ahhhh.....they weren't letting me rest." He said, clearly annoyed with how his entire day went. You chuckled at his little rage towards his workers before throwing your bag on the floor and removing your shoes, making your way towards the bed.

"Aww baby don't worry. You wanna....cuddle?" You asked him as you watched his cheeks get flushed with different shades of red.

You laughed and opened your arms wide for him. He scowled but still laid down on your chest as you massage his head gently. This moment was all you needed. Especially after a day like this.

"How was your day?" He said softly, so as to not disturb the peaceful moment.

"Eh. You weren't there in class so it wasn't the best." He grinned widely at you response.

"Of course it wasn't the best. The Great Mammon promises to never leave you alone again."

"I'll hold you on that promise."

You hear a low rumble from Mammon, indicating that he was chuckling. You hug him even tighter, never wanting to let go. As you both cuddled, you found yourself finally content and at peace after such an awful day.

And so, you both stayed up the entire night; talking, laughing, joking about everything and nothing at the same time. The night began to fade slowly as you both found yourselves with each other once again, cherishing the eventful moments of closeness as the world outside was asleep.

I finally did it. i got a conclusion at last!

~Masterlist~

Do like, comment and/or reblog if you enjoyed!

#sami writes #obey me!#obey me oneshots #obey me mammon #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #obey me mammon x mc

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mana-sputachu · 2 months

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for old times sake (no need to draw)! Dear Jin: why the hell where you so hot in Tekken 6???

I couldn't resist. For old times sake<3

Pinned post (with commission infos and where you can find me)!

#tekken #tekken 8 #jin kazama #xx-scenequeen-fangz-xx #text post #text posts #replies #my drawings #sketch #fanart #do not tag as kin please #those were the times #but I couldn't have the energy for it today

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camelliagwerm · 3 months

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i'm back home and resting - it's an old cough that's turned into a chest infection. should be right as rain with plenty of fluids, rest and antibiotics.

#the pharmacy was closed when i got there so i couldn't pick them up #and i don't have the energy to get them today so. i guess i'll have to wait til tomorrow #cw: health #harper.txt

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wasyago · 8 months

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Hey it's me again lmao You were wondering what specifically I was struggling with and I had to kinda take a moment to think about it, these are some of the examples I have digitally (there are a lot more traditional examples but I felt bad putting them on here already lmao). The reason I suppose I struggled to articulate my issues with drawing him kinda just boiled down to "it doesn't look right" I'd say my biggest struggles are the face shape, hair and just proportions of everything. Sorry if this is a bother, you don't have to answer this if you don't want to, but thank you for taking the time to understand in my last ask.

hehehe don't worry its not a bother, i love analyzing art so this is basically enrichment for me >:3!!

(a little disclaimer that all im saying will be from my perspective and according to my preferences in designs. its pretty obvious since you're asking me, but i feel like it needs to be said. also im sorry if im too harsh with anything)

face shapes can definitely be tricky, because even the slightest changes are super visible... you (in these drawings) tend to draw longer faces and define the jaw and chin. it might be worth it to try and bring out the cheeks or cheekbones a little. cheeks add roundness to the face and take some of the attention from the chin. cheekbones make the face feel more defined and sharp.

also try to leave some space between the eyes and the hairline, so they don't go over each other and have some space for expression. im not directly saying to draw a bigger forehead, because its really up to your style if the eyebrows sit where they should anatomically be or if they're more cartoony and go up higher, so there might be a lot of space that isn't actually considered a "forehead".

i really like the nose shape you draw for him, this sort of "v" shape, its super cute and looks interesting! so im not touching it, i like it.

another thing, you draw the guidelines for the face, like the lines that go through the middle vertically and horizontally, and its really good and helpful! but remember that those are just guidelines, they don't define the face, and sometimes they can be more constricting than helping. sometimes the face features go below or above them or shift because of perspective! not saying to completely not use them, especially if you're not feeling confident, but lowering the opacity on them or making them thinner would help!

and somewhat relating to the guidelines: you know how you draw the corners of his eyes on this middle line, but then the upper and lower eyelids go around it? this makes the eyes feel much higher on the face than they are. the inner corners of the eyes i would call one of the more charismatic parts, because they feel like the place where the eye starts, and then the direction the eyelids take is what brings in the character.. if that makes sence? by having both the inner and the outer corners of the eye on the same line, it removes the character, because none of the corners are dominant and they're not dynamic. by making one of the corners higher or lower than the other, it creates a more dynamic shape. and also removes the problem where the eyes feel like they're too close. this really is much easier to explain in a drawing....

sorry im on my phone rn

for the hair i think you're doing well! just remember to leave some space for the back of the head and above the hairline, because the face sits on the head but it's not the head itself, so there should be some area around it too. and also that hair have weight and volume and they go over the shape of the head and don't stick to it.

also don't foget to leave room for the neck! there's space between it and the chin, and there's space between it and the back of the head. and head doesn't have to sit directly in the middle of the neck, it can move from side to side and create interesting shapes depending on the angle.

and i guess yeah! experiment with shapes, sizes and dimensions, if something is wrong you can always erase it and draw again!

#yagotalk #sorry again if it sounded rude. all this is very much /positive #also sorry i wanted to reply today even if i couldn't draw some things for it properly. i dont think i will have time or energy tomorrow

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