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tender-rosiey · 1 year

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Could you please do husband sukuna?

rhymes — sukuna x f!reader

a/n: don’t worry I will post my own “GOJO IS BACK” drabble later but let’s have some husband + dad sukuna first

“you.”

“y-yes, my lord?”

“where is y/n?”

“in the m-main bedroom, my lord.”

“hm,” sukuna hums as he walks towards the bedroom. he hears squealing, giggling, and cackling from the inside.

just what the hell is being done in his bedroom?

raising an eyebrow, he kicks the door open to reveal both you and his son jumping on the queen sized bed you both sleep on.

“little bunny foo foo jumping through the forest!” you sing and your son giggles, jumping to your rhythm. you take notice of your husband’s arrival and leap at him, “welcome home!”

he is annoyed, but he catches you with a grunt, nonetheless.

“what’re you doing jumping on the bed I made the servants make especially for us so it suits your peculiar tastes?” he grumbles.

you shrug with a smile, “our dear son wanted some time to unwind and who am I to say no to him?”

“you’re his mother. you should have more resistance to his ‘cuteness’ than this; he will grow up to be a king,” he concludes and your son ignores him, still jumping on the bed.

you giggle, “and that’s why I am the fun parent, my dear husband,” you sigh softly and pull him down to press a kiss on his cheek, “I missed you.”

“do it properly,” he says and pulls you up to him and presses a scandalous kiss on your lips. you smack his shoulder lightly after he lets go and he merely chuckles.

“stop doing that in front of our son!”

sukuna smirks and you simply roll your eyes.

“mommy, look I am flying!”

“yes I know, sweetie; that’s awesome!”

“mommy, look I am a superhero!”

“I know, love; you’re the best superhero,” coo at your son who is still jumping on the bed.

your husband just looks at him and wonders how the hell does he get the energy.

personally, you have no idea, but something tells you it’s the genetics from your dear husband who is also the king of curses.

sukuna huffs and pulls you by the waist to him, “you keep spoiling him, but you neglect me?”

“I spoil you both and you know it.”

“do you now?” he challenges and you look at him blankly.

“sukuna, i need to go to work,” you mumble.

“no.”

“no?”

he pulls you closer and nods, “you will stay here til I have had enough of you.”

“BUT YOU NEVER HAVE ENOUGH AND I CAN’T STAY CUDDLING WITH YOU! WHAT ABOUT MY JOB?!”

“you’re married to the king of curses; that’s the last thing you should be worried about,” he deadpans.

“that has nothing to do with spoiling me; you’re just weak-willed,” he grins and you think that, maybe, kicking him in the nuts won’t be so bad.

your son can live without sibling; it will be okay.

you quip, “then how about the time I got you breakfast in bed?”

“the chef was the one cooked it; you only delivered it to my room.”

“why don’t you believe that I cooked it?”

“cause your cooking is awful; it’s probably the only thing close to a poison that could actually kill me.”

you and your son gasp, but your son is the one to retort to his father, “mommy cooked it all by herself! you ungrateful old man!”

you’re about to scold your son to not insult his father but to your surprise, your husband is one step ahead of you.

however, you would’ve preferred if he didn’t even act cause the moron pushed your son off the bed.

your son screams before falling off and hitting the ground in a way that was far from harmless. slowly, his cries grow and he starts wailing and sobbing.

sukuna smirks, “no more monkeys jumping on the bed.”

“SUKUNA! HE IS CRYING!”

“he is my son; he can handle it.”

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erwinsvow · 2 months

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you fiddle with the r necklace, rubbing it between your fingers like you always do deep in thought. you should have gotten rid of the necklace the day the two of you broke up, but a hopelessly sad and defiant part of you refused to take it off. it’d been long enough now that it was getting to the point of weird rather than just pathetic. at least, your friends thought so, and they never hesitated to let you know. after all, there was no one that hated your boyfriend more than them.

“you’re doing it again,” kiara comments, staring at your hand mid-motion, the pendant slipping from your grip as you drop it immediately.

“doing what?” you question innocently, face burning.

“i still think it’s creepy that he wanted you to wear a necklace with his initial. it’s like a brand. it’s dehumanizing.”

“or, like, a dog collar,” jj says, holding back a laugh. you look up at them with a blank expression, because you really don’t have any retort. maybe it was rafe’s brand on you, maybe your friends are right. but you think, chest tight, that you didn’t mind being branded by him.

you change the topic because you’ll start crying if you think about it too long—of course they don’t mind, they encourage you to talk about anything but rafe these days. if only it was that easy to get your mind off of him.

rafe doesn’t make it easy on you either. what was supposed to be an amenable break-up had transformed and twisted into something completely different—something that your friends would kill you if they found out about. the first few weeks had been normal, like any other break-up, you sobbed on john b’s shoulder, accepted tissues from pope and listened to jj talk badly about rafe for as long as you could listen. you spent hours with kiara and sarah exploring all the reasons why it was so not meant to be, not when you and rafe were night and day, not when he was still dealing and doing coke. and then, just like other break-ups, the time came to put all of rafe’s shirts and the teddy bears he’d bought you and the photos on your wall into a box and get rid of it all.

you think you’re doing a good thing, by bringing rafe his shirts back instead of burning them like jj suggested. you knock on the door to tannyhill, making sure you spot his truck parked outside—even though one glance at the car where you’d lost your virginity to rafe makes your face burn up. you feel flushed and clammy when rafe opens the door, and he looks at you like nothing’s happened since he saw you last, and the rest of your resolve caves almost immediately.

“hey, kid.”

“hi,” you chirp, pulling your eyes away from rafe’s before he convinces you to do something you’ll regret. “i brought your clothes back. i had more than i realized.” you offer him the box, but he doesn’t extend his arms.

“nah, you can keep them. you’ll be needin’ them anyways.”

“what?”

“how long d’you think we’re gonna stay broken up for? huh? another week? two?”

“rafe, i-”

“it’s okay, kid, just keep them.”

“no, i think you should take them-”

“why don’t you come upstairs and put them away f’me? hm?”

the first time it happens, you tell yourself it was a one-time mistake, that could happen to anyone. you’re wrapped up in rafe’s sheets, naked and sweaty, trying your hardest to catch your breath while you stare at the muscles of rafe’s back while he pulls up his laptop and finishes whatever he was working on. your phone keeps going off, probably your friends wondering why you’re so late to dinner. you pray to god kiara doesn’t check your location.

“you gonna get that?” rafe asks, turning back to look at you. you just look at him, delirious and still incredibly sad, wondering if this is the last time you’ll ever be in rafe’s bed again.

“no, they’re just gonna ask me where i am.”

“still lettin’ them control how you really feel? gotta work on that, baby.” you feel any anger bubbling up at the fact that rafe still thinks you let your friends decide your feelings for you—a key point you had argued during the break-up—melt away at the sound of the nickname.

“they don’t like how much i like you.” you say it kind of sadly, like things could be different, like the two of you could have made it work in another world. you fiddle with your necklace, before unclasping it and letting it drop onto rafe’s palm. “i should go now.”

it feels much too intense, like the third-act breakup in the cheesy books you read. you want rafe to fight for you, you want your friends to like him, but that means he has to change, and as much as it pains you to admit it, you don’t want any part of him to change. you want your friends to change their minds, but they won’t, and you want rafe to care that your friends don’t like him, but he doesn’t.

you try to move but he manhandles you into place, a hand on your wrist tugging you back into bed. he pushes your hair aside, clasping the necklace back on, and then rafe presses a kiss to the back of your neck.

“don’t ever take this off again, got it?”

you nod. rafe sends you to the chateau in one of his shirts and you pray to god no one notices that or your necklace is still in its usual place.

the next time it happens, you can’t even try to argue that it was an accident. you knew rafe wouldn’t make this easy for you, but you didn’t think he could make it so impossibly difficult. his texts light up your phone, only a few feet away from pope and john on the couch, watching the movie but only half paying attention.

R: where are you tonight

R: you coming here or do i need to come get you?

your heart settles into your stomach, being attacked by the wings of the butterflies that have made their home there. rafe talks to you like the two of you are still dating, and your mind slips into an easy, soft place where that is still your reality.

“what kinda porn are you lookin’ at right now?” jj asks, and you break out of your fantasy.

“what?” you blubber out, before john b interrupts.

“jj, stop making everything about porn.”

“i’ve seen that look before, man, it’s the exact face pope makes when he found somethin’ fun and fresh. so what’s your type, i mean, you can share with the class-”

after slapping jj on the back of the head and reassuring everyone that there was no porn on your phone—only the promise of something better waiting for you, but they don’t need to know that—you head out, replying to rafe quickly.

coming now.

this time, you can’t lie and act surprised that you’ve ended up here again. rafe turns on his tv to watch the evening news, and it’s so silly you almost want to laugh, but you stay silent, watching him watch the news and taking a sip of the water he got for you.

you turn your head to place the cup on his nightstand, and see your lip balm perched next to his lamp.

“i’ve been looking for this,” you say, picking it up and turning to rafe.

“yeah, you left it here.”

“why didn’t you tell me?”

“‘cause i knew you’d be back.”

you think that’s enough to be your reality check. it’s not.

a week later, you accompany your friends to the bonfire. you play with your necklace while they fill up plastic cups with beer from the keg.

“you’re never gonna get over him if you keep wearing things he got you,” kiara says, taking a sip from her cup. you know she’s only trying to help you, that she’s only worried about you. you wish they would stop bringing him up.

“i’m not ready to take it off.”

“that’s not healthy. in fact, that’s so unhealthy that-”

“i said i’m not ready. can we drop it?”

“why not?” she asks, and you feel tears start to build along your eyes. “oh jeez, speak of the devil.” you feel a familiar hand on your shoulder, turning to face rafe.

“can i have a minute?” he says, looking at kie.

“no. you can’t have any,” comes her reply, until you look back.

“kie, i’ll be right back.”

you and rafe walk, ignoring the shout of your friend to not go, to an empty spot by the fire.

“didn’t think you’d come here,” rafe says, quietly. you look at your shoes to avoid looking into his eyes.

“they dragged me along… trying to make me meet someone new.”

“yeah? is it working?”

“i just told my best friend i’m not ready to take your necklace off, so, what’d you think-” rafe stops you, his hand coming up to lift your chin to make you meet his eyes finally. he presses his lip to yours—it feels different than the hundreds of times he’s kissed you before. your eyes flutter shut, a sole tear spilling down your cheek.

you wonder if everyone’s looking. you decide you don’t really care.

“i told ya not to take that necklace off.”

“i listened, rafe,” you breathe softly.

“i know,” he says, kissing you again and then pulling away. “you’re a good girl. you always listen. i’m done with this crap, and i don’t care what your idiot friends say. not staying away from you. no one can make me, not even you.”

“i don’t want you to stay away.” rafe takes the pendant with his initial into his fingers, playing with it before letting it fall against your chest.

“good. now go tell them you’re coming home with me and let’s get outta here.”

#lolll #this is one of those things you write for yourself n get embarrassed to post #this ones like.... you and rafe are broken up but 'broken up' means nothing to him #rafe cameron #rafe cameron x reader

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agi-ppangx · 8 months

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💭you’re safe now

bang chan x gn!reader

an: based on this request<3 not really proofread so i apologize in advance for any typos and mistakes !!

you heard chan enter your shared apartment around two in the morning. you were sitting in front of your computer, random show playing in the background, but you didn’t really pay attention. your whole day felt like a blur - you woke up in the middle of the night from a particularly bad nightmare. you had them almost every day - they caused you to be constantly tired due to waking up with a pounding heart long before your alarm. you were anxious all the time and you couldn’t concentrate. today was no different, except the nightmare that woke you up was different, scarier, and it caused your day to be an absolute disaster. you couldn’t concentrate on your way to work, almost bumping your car into another in front of you. when you arrived and your boss saw you he immediately ordered you to go home, because oh, my god yn, you look like a zombie! you came back to your apartment and just sat down, crying your eyes out, feeling completely helpless and defenceless. then you played something on your computer and here you were, your eyelids so, so heavy, but you were too scared to give in and fall asleep, knowing all too well that it only meant another nightmare.

“yn?” you jumped when chan’s hand caressed your shoulder. “hey, it’s just me,” he continued, his voice quiet and soothing. you relaxed once you fully comprehended the situation and sighed loudly. “what are you still doing up, hm?” he hugged you from behind, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. “i don’t want to go to sleep,” you whispered, your eyes welling with tears already. chan noticed your state and immediately paused the show which was still playing quietly in the background. he picked you up from the chair and you didn’t even protest, seeking comfort in your boyfriend’s arms. he sat on the edge of bed, situating you on his lap and you instantly nuzzled your face in the crook of his neck, the scent of his cologne reaching your nose. “i’m so scared,” you sobbed into his hoodie, wetting the material. he squeezed your waist, encouraging you to tell him more so he could understand you better. “i don’t want to experience this again. it was so terrifying and when i close my eyes i can still see it and-” you were starting to hyperventilate and chan had to stop you and instruct you to take a few deep breaths. you hugged him again, your cheek placed on his chest. chan started to rock you gently in his arms. “you’re safe now, baby. i promise everything is okay and you’re not in danger,” he whispered into your ear, placing a kiss on your temple. you just nodded, knowing he’s telling the truth. “maybe… maybe you could make an appointment with your therapist? you haven’t seen her for a while, so perhaps the pills aren’t working anymore. how about that, love?” he asked you gently, carefully picking the words. he knew it was a sensitive topic to you. “i should probably do that, shouldn’t i?” you answered, yawning and he quietly chuckled at your response. “i just think it would be the best idea.” you hummed at that and before you could say anything more, tiredness overpowered you and you fell asleep in chan’s embrace, feeling safe enough to let your guard down and rest.

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asterias-record-shop · 8 months

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— blinded

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Maybe it was your feelings from Ethan that blinded you from seeing how horrible he truly was. After just murdering someone, someone you must have cared for, you were only focused on getting off from the feeling of a hilt of a Buck 120 buried all the way down to the blade in your soaked cunt.

“God, you’re such a fucking whore,” Ethan spoke, blood splattered on his face as he stared down at your trembling thighs, rutting hips, and squelching pussy. “Look at you… getting off on having a fucking knife inside of you.”

You wailed softly, sobbing as you reached up to cover your mouth, your stomach twisting as your mind blurred. This was bad, horrible. How could your boyfriend of almost two years do this? “Pl-Please, please Ethan… I’m almost there, please!”

He laughed cruelly, humming. “Watch… when I keep fucking murdering people, they’re going to find all your cum all over their body and we’ll be fucking tied to each other forever. Would you like that? Hm?”

His words make your stomach clench, pussy fluttering around the hilt of the blade making him laugh, watching your hips squirm. “Yes! Oh my god, yes! Ethan, I need to cum, I need to cum!”

He smirked, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your tear stained cheek. “You’re such a pathetic little slut. You’re so lucky I love you… that I want to fuck you and get you pregnant so no matter what happens to me, this world will never be able to escape my bloodline.”

A whine falls from your lips as you gripped onto the black cloak he wore, mindlessly nodding along with his words. You were so fucked out and obsessed with him, you didn’t care what he did, as long as he only did it to you and you only. “Yes! Yes, I want to get pregnant, please please please…” you babbled endlessly before a yell of your name makes you snap out of it.

Ethan smirked, tilting his head. “Who was that?”

Quickly shaking your head, you continued to roll your hips. “P-Probably Tara.. please, I need to cum-”

“Ah ah,” Ethan tutted, shaking his head. “I need to get out of here baby… maybe take her with me.”

You quickly shake your head, trying to divert him from your best friend. “W-Wait! Please, don’t hurt her! Please… please, I’ll do anything… I’ll get pregnant with your baby, please…”

He laughed, pulling the knife out of you making you whine, shaking your head. “You think that was a choice? I’m going to cum inside of you so much that you’re going to be leaking it for days,” he basically growled out, this new side of Ethan making your cunt clench around nothing as his knife grazed your skin. “Now… where should I mark you, hm? So they don’t know I fucked you like a whore with a blood stained knife.”

“Anywhere!” You sobbed, watching as his knife nicked at your arm before leaving a soft trail on your forearm. “E-Ethan!”

“Sh, baby,” he whispers, kissing at your cheek. “Gotta go. I won’t hurt Tara, just for you. I expect you to be prepped and ready for when I sneak into your room tonight and fuck you until all you can think about is having my child.”

His words made your stomach clench, cumming around nothing as he laughed cruelly, giving a firm slap to your cunt. “That’s a good girl… you better be ready when I get to your dorm room.”

When you got home after making a police statement, you crashed onto your bed. You had already started working on stretching yourself out for Ethan to just come and use you like a whore, but you couldn’t help but feel bad. You had lied and said you had killed him, but what if he comes back? What would you do then?

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” Ethan’s voice makes you jump, standing at the edge of your bed, pumping his cock languidly as he stares at your stilled fingers in your cunt.

“I-I told them I killed you,” you whisper, shaking your head. “Th-That I stabbed you and that I think you’re dead somewhere.”

“Good girl,” he praised you, slowly crawling onto the bed and holding your wrist, pulling out your hand and pushing your fingers into his mouth. He groaned loudly at your taste, using his other hand to push into you and snap his hips forward. You screamed out as he lets your hand fall to his shoulder, kissing your cut forearm as he continued to roll his hips. “I’m sorry I had to hurt you baby… had to make sure they weren’t suspicious.”

“I-It’s okay,” you whisper back, shaking your head. “I can take it.”

He smiled, letting his tongue trail over the medical tape. “Can you? Hm?”

You whined, nodding as his hips started to move faster, groans falling from his lips as he desperately tried to speed up his thrusts. “I’ll take anything you give me.”

He groaned as he threw his head back- you really were a perfect little whore for him. Anything he said you’d obey, anything he did you’d take- it was just perfect.

“Fuck, you did such a good job that I’m about to cum,” he groaned, watching as you nodded mindlessly.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll take it!” You whimpered, throwing your head back. “I’ll take it, I’ll take everything-!”

A scream fell from your lips as he quickly took your legs over his shoulders, pushing you back enough so that he could fuck you at a new angle, ragged grunts falling from his lips. “Fuck… fuck, fuck!”

A groan fell from your mouth as you felt his cum spurt into you, warm and sticky as your stomach clenched and you came just at the feeling, whimpering softly as he continued to roll his hips. “You know I love you, right?”

You nodded mindlessly as he stroked your face, tilting his head. “Good… good, pretty girl, because I’m too fucking obsessed with you to lose you.”

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tra1nchi · 1 month

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I’ve already done this ask to a author before and I’ll do it again because it’s the best trope, but what about dad’s bestfriend instead of bestfriend’s dad😳

A hot man in his 40s who has known reader since birth. He has met reader’s dad maybe in high school and college, and was there for dad when reader was born from a one night stand. A muscly man who used to take reader to the cinema to watch the latest disney movie, who played hide and seek with the lil toddler and changed his diapers. A man who always went to reader’s school events, taught him the simplest science while during homework and was there for him during his first heartbreak as a poor 14 year old… Dad’s bestfriend who helped dad to turn reader into a man.

Dad’s best who, with time, grew infatuated with the handsome young man his grandson was turning into. Dad’s best friend who is a little bit to happy when reader turns 20 and leaves his teen years behind. The man who, during a New Year party between dad’s close ones, takes the opportunity to start this new phase of his life with a cute little younger boyfriend. Dad’s bestfriend who makes sure reader gets drunk, and then lies to dad he’s just taking the boy to his room. Dad’s best friend who takes advantage of godson’s drunkness and fingers him, and shows reader what it is like to be with a real man while he fucks the young man right.

(dubcon?)

This is cute,,MINORS DNI!! Bttm male reader,,Dubcon,,Drunk sex,,Older man,, Manipulation,,

He had known your dad since college,,he had watched him spiral into depression and after a very risky one night stand,,your dad had you!! the most adorable boy he had ever seen!! He was over joyed when your father had asked him to be your godfather!!

Taking care of you when your father couldn't,,babysitting and gently helping you with your homework while your dad was out partying,,stroking your hair and reading to you after you cried out for your random prostitute of a mother!!

He felt more like a dad then your dead beat parents ever did,, he was the one making you laugh when you played games!!! He was the one clapping for you when you won your first award!! He was there to cradle you as you sobbed into his arms about your now ex!!!

Sitting beside your hungover father at your high-school graduation!! Encouraging your own dad to clap for you when he didn't,, He couldn't help but feel giddy when he saw your broad smile of joy!! >□<

When you left for college,, He felt like a hole came into his heart,,dealing with your dad when he couldn't see your cute smile everyday was putting a strain on him!!!

When you came back for your fathers new years party,,you looked so much older now,,so much more matured then when he last saw you!!

Waiting his turn patiently,, watching as you hugged your father before takingbyou immediately into his arms after you finished hugging him!!

"Aw, my boy is home!" He says happily,,pulling away to cup your cheeks as he looks lovingly into your eyes,,his thumb moving to stroke your cheek gently!!!

The party was raging on as he noticed how distracted your father was with some random women that he invited,,making sure to stick at your side at all times!! Pouring your drink whenever you ran out,,you need to stay hydrated!!

Watching as you get more intoxicated,,sticking to his side as you giggle,,allowing him to press a soft kiss to your temple!!! Assuring your father that you would be alright!! He'll bring you right to bed,,

Getting you nice and cozy in your childhood bedroom,,where he read to you so many nights,,but instead of reading his fingers were deep inside of you!!

"Shhh, you're nice and safe here" He coos letting you hide your face in the crook of his arm,, his lubed up fingers going in and out of you!!! Snickering softly as your thighs tremble and squishing his fingers

"Those college boys..maybe I should show you how a real man fucks hm? You'd like that wouldn't you?" His breath was hot against your ear as he flips you over,,your ass high up and rubbing against his crotch!!!

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hypnoneghoul · 3 months

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piss bukkake anon again (god what a fucking legacy... can I have like one of those anon emojis just so I wont have to say that shit everytime. if yes can I be 🍑 anon? if thats already taken then 💅🏻 or 💀?)

anyway... I was thinking and like if youre not into this dw I totally understand!!

but what if two of the ghouls are fucking and they knot. but the top suddenly realises they have to pee... maybe they pee and have to stay linked together until the knot goes down (having to awkwardly shuffle to the bathroom or get it all over the bed), maybe they Barely make it out but lose control right before the toilet/right as they get up to run to the bathroom. maybe they Almost make it but just as theyre almost deflated enough they lose control, unlocking right as theyre finished... maybe with Swiss and another ghoul? though if its 2 other ghouls I also dont mind!

i haven't stoped thinking about this since you sent it i died ugh. also in case u missed it, you can be 🍑 np heh anyway i chose swissdew to not torture yall with yet another swissalps fic lmao

520 words, anal sex, knotting, cis dew for once, pissing inside (pisspie?), slight degradation, tiny bit of hair pulling

“Ugh, kitten, stop that,” Swiss grunted, digging his claws into Dewdrop’s hips.

“Stop whining,” the fire ghoul snarled and pushed his ass back into Swiss’ stomach once again.

“Fucking hell,” he spat as he wrapped the other’s braid around his hand and pulled, making him moan wantonly. “It’s gonna be your problem, not mine, if I piss in your pretty little hole. Stop. Squirming.”

“Who said it’s gonna be a problem, hm?”

“Oh… oh, you fucking whore,” Swiss gasped, the realization hitting him like a freight train. The realization that Dewdrop wanted him to… “Fuck.”

Dewdrop purred, arching his back further as if in invitation, “Come on. Knot me, get me stuck and fill me up.”

“Shit, fuck, kitten, you– fucking hell,” the multi ghoul moaned and pushed back into Dewdrop again. The idea alone and the fact that he wanted to do that, that they were about to do that threw Swiss right onto the edge, his knot ready to be shoved in.

“Do it.”

“Give me– shit, gimme a minute,” he panted, jack hammering into the fire ghoul with a bruising force. With a moan he bent down over Dewdrop and pressed his face to his back. “Are you… are you sure?”

“Yes, fuck,” he whined at the change in angle that made Swiss ram straight into his prostate. “I’m c– close.”

“Me too,” the multi ghoul muttered into his skin. He straightened back up and clenched his jaw so hard it hurt. Swiss dug his claws into Dewdrop’s skinny hips, holding him with an iron grip and pushed. He pushed and pushed, watching the fire ghoul’s hole stretching around his knot, until it popped in, making Dewdrop shudder and wail as he came untouched onto the mattress below them.

“So fucking tight, kitten,” Swiss growled, grinding it in for a good measure. It took only seconds for the rhythmic clenches of Dewdrop’s ass and the tightness and warmth engulfing Swiss’ cock to make him cum, too. He groaned as his orgasm washed over him, nearly forgetting about their… plan.

“Do it,” the fire ghoul reminded him, nearly sobbing. “Please, Swiss.”

How could he not obey such a pretty plea?

The moment Swiss’ dick stopped leaking cum, he forced himself to relax and let go. It was harder than it should be, considering how he could barely hold it in minutes ago. With a sigh of relief the multi ghoul started to piss, filling Dewdrop up to the very brim as he moaned like a true whore at the feeling of all the warmth inside him.

“Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, yes, shit, it’s– it’s so good,” he cried out, limbs shaking.

“So fucking filthy, kitten,” Swiss chuckled above him as he rubbed his hands over the fire ghoul’s back soothingly. “My lovely little piss slut.”

"Shut the fuck up," Dewdrop breathed out. "Lay us down."

He didn't reply, only bent down to kiss the other's spine and obeyed, wrapping his arms around him and laying them down on their sides.

"We're doing this again," Dewdrop announced once Swiss cuddled up to his back.

"Absolutely we are."

#hypnone writes #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #dewdrop ghoul #swiss ghoul #cw piss

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cur-sedd · 6 months

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ᴜʜ ᴏʜ! .+:｡ﾟ☆

gmiggle, ty for the love on my gyu posttt <33 so here is another smut with our beloved bbg, jjunie hehe MDNI!! AGELESS, BLANKS DNI!! nsfw content below ╰┈➤warnings: fem!reader x fwb!yeonjun, choking a bit ig, degradation, name calling (slut, filthy girl), objectification (?), possesive!yeonjun, toxic-ish too, spanking, think thats it? lemme know if i missed anything <3 ⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆⋆˚ఎ ☆ ໒˚⋆

You kept glancing back, feeling two holes burn at the back of your head with such burn. Look, you and Yeonjun were nothing official just in a regular friends with benefits situation. See! Nothing special. But why was Yeonjun giving you such dirty looks when you talked to another person, giggling. Even looking at them with those big eyes of yours makes him fuel up with anger.. You should only look at him like that, why are you going out of your way to look at others the same way?? Its pissed Yeonjun off when you even touched anyone but him. Playful shoves, gently hitting, maybe even playing with that person's clothes. Yeonjun rolled his eyes, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek before letting out a soft scoff. The fucking chances you see each other at the ONE house party you decided to go to. Well, better make the most of it. You hum, talking to your friend when a large hand grabbed your wrist, dragging you away. You yelped slightly, shouting out to your “friend” to ‘wait right there’ and ‘it’ll only take a minute, i’ll be back soon’ As Yeonjun rolled his eyes, knowing damn well you won't. Yeonjun found a random bedroom and shoved you in there, earning himself a stink eye from you. “Whats your problem, I was talking to-” “Nuh uh, whats yours? Talking to other people, in front of me? What’re you trying to get at here?” Yeonjun spoke, looking you up and down. A scoff leaving his mouth before he looked away, a hand going up to his waist while the other going to rub his hooded eyes. “And you wore that too, god are you just looking for attention you slut?” Yeonjun continued, now walking up towards you. You click your tongue and move back instinctively, feeling like prey in a predator’s view. His snarky comments always annoyed you, but god why did you feel so turned on by them. “Get that fucking stick out of your ass,” You started, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms, returning that up and down look. “You're actually so annoying, ‘m not looking for-” You were silenced quickly as Yeonjun crashed his lips against yours, his hands guiding you to continue walking back until the back of your thighs stopped at a wooden bed frame. His kiss was hungry, possessive almost. When you stopped, Yeonjun continued to make his advances. His kisses getting messier and sloppier by the second, hands roaming all over those tight clothes which hugged all of your shapes. You groan a bit as Yeonjun pulls back, your lipstick now transferred onto his lips. Yeonjun looked down at you, eating at you with those eyes. God, those fucking eyes. You look to your side a bit before clicking your tongue once again. He always got the best of you. The red mark on your ass already got deeper in color as Yeonjun’s hand landed on it once again, causing you to moan out. Your fingers turned white at the sheer grip on the sheets, curses leaving your lips as Yeonjun pounded into you. Your voice vibrated after ever harsh and quick thrust, digging your face into the pillow to muffle those angelic sounds coming out of your mouth. “Mm-mm, if you are gonna be a slut i want everyone to hear you.” Yeonjun grunted, one hand situated at your waist to keep you steady as the other reached for your neck, lifting your head up. You let out a large, choked sob, tears of mascara running down your red face. “Mhm, yeah let those noises out. Feels so good huh, got my cock filling you all up, like the filthy girl you are, hm” Yeonjun teased as your back arched, causing him to go deeper inside your drooling pussy. “f-fuck! too much, t’much jjunie” You squeaked out but it was no use. Yeonjun was going to use you like a fucking toy. His grip around your waist tightened as his thrust grew even harder, both of your moans filling up the room. Wanna act bad, act like a stupid slut? then here are the consequences !! (≧▽≦)

#kpop #txt #txt x reader #yeonjun #txt smut #choi yeonjun #choi yeonjun x reader #tomorrow x together #txt hard hours #yeonjun smut #yeonjun scenarios #majestic for no reason ughh #kpop smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours

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halfmoondaze · 2 years

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Maybe Jack and reader have their first argument and she’s scared he will leave her, because she is used to people leaving her. His hearts break and he assures her that he loves her and won’t leave her because a small argument 🥺🥺 so angst into fluff?

Please Don't Leave Me

”Are you even listening to me?” Jack said as he ran his hand through his curls growing frustrated.

“I am. I understand your work is demanding, but I feel like I’m being pushed away and I miss you, I-"

“-I can’t do this anymore”

“Where are you going?”

“I need some time alone. This isn’t going anywhere”

And before Y/N could protest, he was gone.

Jack didn’t want to admit it but for the past weeks, they’ve been going through a rough patch. They’ve always been good at communicating with each other, but as of right now, there was a clear space between them.

This all became evident when Jack started canceling their plans, to get his album done. But as this turned into an ongoing thing, she couldn't help but think he was avoiding telling her he had grown bored of her and wanted to leave her.

It was all driving her to the edge. It was something Jack never got to see, as well as all those nights she would cry herself to sleep.

Jack stormed out of their shared apartment, but he didn’t get that far. He found himself parked in an empty parking lot as he tried to cool down. He had no choice but to get out of the apartment, to avoid saying something he’ll regret. He didn’t want to lose her.

When he arrived back at their place after being out for less than an hour, he entered the dark foyer, which was unusually quiet. For a moment, he thought Y/N had left, up until he heard the muffled cries coming from the kitchen.

As he quietly entered the kitchen, his heart broke at the sight of Y/N sitting on the kitchen floor hugging her knees silently crying.

He kneeled on her level and in that moment, she sensed his presence and slowly gazed up at him revealing her bloodshot eyes, wet cheeks, and red nose.

“Jack?”

“Hey” he softly said sitting next to her on the floor.

“I'm sorry I made you upset, please don’t leave me” she whispered.

At that moment, he swore he could feel his heavy heart break into a million pieces. He couldn’t help but feel like the biggest fool in the world for making her think for a moment he would abandon her.

He held her in his arms as she cried in his shirt.

“Why would you say something like that?” he asked.

“You left. I thought you weren’t coming back” she said between sobs.

“Hey, shh shh its ok” he said holding her close and kissing the top of her head continuously. “I’m the one that should be apologizing. I was being an idiot and I didn’t want to listen”

They held into each other until Y/N calmed down and her breathing pattern went back to normal. Then, they went to bed with Jack holding her close to his chest.

“Y/N?” he whispered.

“Hm?”

“Why would you think I would abandon you over an argument?” he softly asked.

At that moment, Y/N told him about how growing up, since she was a child, she always felt abandoned by those closest to her including her family.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that. I would never leave you over some small argument. I love you. And I'll make sure you feel loved as long as Im here”

And for the first time, Y/N felt validated for feeling that way. As for Jack, he made sure Y/N never had a reason to think he'll leave, even if that means having to reassure her of it every single day for the rest of his life.

She soon eased into his touch and before they knew it, they fell asleep.

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yongbokkk · 1 year

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Can you do a male reader and Felix arguing and the reader gets angry and goes out on a motorcycle drive and something happens and he ends in the hospital and Felix goes and they apologize and they hug it or something along those lines?

i'm sorry .

pairings: lee felix x m!reader

genre: angst, happy ending

a/n; honestly this was rushed so i kinda dont like it 😭😭 but i hope u do

felix was annoyed, irritated that you've been spending time with beomgyu over him.

the two of you had been pretty close this day, and it concerned the blonde.

were you cheating on him? secretly making out with the other behind his back?

he was mixed with confusion and anger, as well as disappointment. why couldn't felix have you all to himself?

even though he has his lovable boyfriend everyday, it was reasonable to overthink when he had seen them taking pictures with a heart gesture.

now he had enough. it was finally the end of the day, and you were back home to your shared house.

as soon as you went in, you found felix with what seemed like a face written in anger.

you tilted your head, "hm? what's gotten you so down today?"

"i don't know, maybe its the fact that you have another guy." he shrugged, stating the obvious.

"another guy- you mean beomgyu?? you know me enough to know we're just friends." you reasoned, having confused of the assumptions.

"that line is famous for liars, you know. you can't be just friends when the two of you have been so close these days!" felix raised his voice the longer he talked.

"that's what friends do!-"

"honestly you could've just said you didn't want me anymore!"

"it was our friendship anniversary! don't you fking accuse me for cheating!" you had enough of his sudden possesiveness, you dropped the bag of sweets infront of his feet and went out the door to leave.

felix stood there dumbfounded, he'd forgotten about how you and beomgyu has been friends for years. wait, y/n!"

"stupid, stupid." you turned on your motorcyle, deciding to go on a drive for the evening.

you knew your way around the city, so getting lost wasn't a big problem. your motorcyle can take you wherever it wants within the area.

you didn't care, you needed your mind off of him. it'll all be okay soon, you hoped.

you were too busy getting rid of the tears brimming in your eyes that you didn't a car speeding towards you.

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felix was restless, he couldn't sleep thinking about what he had done. he wanted to apologize so bad, he wanted to fix everything.

the blonde regretted so much, he shouldn't have overthinked that way.

as morning came, there was a knock on his door. felix took a while to have the energy and get up from his spot on the shared bed.

he opened the door, finding a stranger with a brown folder.

"excuse me, are you l/n y/n's partner?" she asked.

"yes.. why?" felix's heart ached at the thought of him.

"he's... at the hospital.. you should go visit." the lady didn't know how to break it to him, since he looked like he didn't know.

"...what?"

there he was running to the said hospital building, in a rush to see his lover.

"i'm l/n y/n's boyfriend, i need to see him now!" he told the counter lady.

"room 148 please."

as soon as she said that, felix was already running, so on the way, he was scolded many times .

he finally arrived at his boyfriend's hospital room, taking a deep breath before heading in.

he felt the urge to cry seeing you in bandages, it was his fault you were like this.

if he hadn't let his emotions get the best of him and started that argument, you would've been happily cuddling with him.

he sat on the chair beside the bed, staring at your sleeping faced.

luckily you weren't that bruised, it was sort of just minor injuries.

now, felix couldn't take it anymore. he sobbed relentlessly, begging for you to wake up.

"felix..?" as soon as he heard your voice, he rose his head immediately.

"y/n?" he jumped from his seat to wrap you in a warm but gentle embrace.

"i'm sorry, i'm sorry, i'm sorry!" felix apologized over and over again, while tears were falling faster.

"i should be the one sorry, i should have told you what day was it." your eyes began to water as you start to sob with your boyfriend.

"no, no, it's okay. i shouldn't have gotten mad like that."

"i love you more than your brain could process, idiot." you held him as tightly in return.

"i love you too, and i will forever."

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starry-night-author · 1 year

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I absolutely love prompt 17 ! Could you possibly write a part 2 to it pls?

YEAAAAHHH

Prompt #17 (Pt. 2)

(Part 1) (Part 3)

Hero woke to being violently shaken awake.

"Where are they?"

Startled, confused, and up a little too early after a long night, Hero thought their response was quite eloquent considered the situation. "Wha- where's hmmm?"

They were shaken again, and this time they started up blinking. "Where are they?"

"Hm?"

Hero reached up and rubbed the sleep from their tired eyes just to see Villain sitting back on the bed next to them. "Where. Are. They." Villain repeated.

"...Who?"

"Where's Superhero!"

Hero knew it wasn't really a question. Or, if it was, it was a very intense one. It was more of a demand that Hero do what they wanted. That they give them the information they needed.

Hero nonchalantly laid back in bed, waving a hand. "Oh, I'm sure they're up making breakfast or something. Maybe they were called in early this morning?"

Inside, they were panicking. Superhero said they'd be back by the time they woke up. The spot on the bed next to Hero was clearly empty, and there was no sign they'd been home yet.

But they had to keep it together for Villain's sake. And try to keep the truth from them as long as possible.

"And you weren't?" Villain pointed out, slipping out of bed. They were going to search the rest of the house.

"Hey, sometimes the agency doesn't call everyone in!" Hero called after them. "Maybe they just wanted Superhero?"

There just came an audible grumble and the sound of various doors slamming around the house as Villain checked all the rooms. Hero winced as there came a particularly loud slam, and they were sure it wouldn't have taken much more force to throw the door from its hinges.

Finally, Villain stormed back into the room. "They're not home," they growled.

Hero sat up slightly. They knew they should tell Villain, they really did. But after their encounter with Supervillain yesterday, Villain really wasn't doing well. Superhero had spent most of the day comforting them, and later when Hero got home, they did too.

Hero wasn't sure what finding out that Superhero might be dead by now might do to Villain in their current fragile state. Just Superhero being gone with no explanation had been enough to shock them out of their shattered silent state, something like this might shatter them even more.

Superhero might be dead by now.

That realization put a little more panicked fear into their voice as they sat up to face Villain. "T-they're not?"

Superhero might be dead by now.

They weren't back. They said they would be, and they weren't. They were up against Supervillain, one of the most ruthless villains in the city. Supervillain played dirty, and probably really wanted Superhero out of the way. They'd do whatever they could to get rid of them.

Superhero might be dead by now.

They probably were.

"Hero?"

Hero was startled back to reality by the soft voice in front of them, the gentle bandaged hands on their face and leg. They looked up, hazily recognizing Villain's face through the panic.

"H-Hero," Villain's voice was panicked, but it was clear they were trying to keep it level. It was full of fear, but surprisingly concise. "Hero, where's Superhero?"

Between their tone and the soft touch against their face, Hero broke.

"They went to go fight Supervillain," Hero whispered. "They left last night. After- after what Supervillain did to you yesterday, they decided to put an end to it. I-I caught them just before they left, they said they'd be back before we woke up. They promised they'd be-"

But Hero couldn't finish, they broke off in a sob.

For a moment, they expected to be shouted at. To be ridiculed, for Villain to demand how could they just let Superhero go. That it was Hero's fault for not stopping them, that if they hadn't ended the nonsense while they could, Superhero might still be alive, waking up next to them.

But Villain didn't. They would never.

They threw their arms around their partner, holding them close and sobbing against their shoulder. Hero hugged them just as tight, breaking down as well.

It was all the two could do for a moment. Hold each other and sob as the realization crashed down on them. That Superhero, the one who held them all together, was gone. Was gone because of them, they'd been killed trying to get justice for their partners. To save them from Supervillain, and it'd lost them their life.

When they drew apart several minutes later, Villain was still shaking, the tears running silently down their face.

"Hey hey hey hey hey," Hero held on to their wrists, not wanting to hurt their bandaged palms. "We- we don't know for certain they're gone though, right? The fight might've just lasted longer than they thought, or they stopped to get doughnuts on the way home. A-and even-" they swallowed- "and even if Supervillain does have them, they might still be alive! We can get the agency involved, Superhero's one of their top heroes, they'll definitely do all they can to get them back. We don't know anything yet."

Villain just nodded.

Hero stood, holding tighter to their partner's wrists. "We can figure this out. They're resilient, and they're probably still alive."

Villain nodded again.

That's when there came the sound of a knock on the front door, followed closely by the doorbell being rung. Villain jumped, startled, and Hero looked up. "Who is that?"

"S-Superhero?" Villain suggested. They didn't sound too confident.

Hero slowly walked out to the front hall, Villain timidly following behind them, their wrist still in Hero's hand. The person at the door knocked again, and Villain stood off to the side, out of view as Hero slowly opened the door.

It wasn't Superhero.

"A-ah." Hero said shakily. "Supervillain."

The felon standing just outside of their house grinned.

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appleofthemoon · 1 year

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⸻ * ❪ ❀ ... ROSE

premise. oh dear, it looks like death has parted you and your lover. don’t worry, beomgyu is here to make you whole again.

pairing. non-idol! choi beomgyu x widow(er)! reader.

pantone. yandere.

word count. six hundred seventy three.

warning. delusional yandere, a funeral takes place, allusion to death by suffocation.

note for the reader. the depiction of the muse does not reflect upon their behavior in the real world. the muse’s actions are also not condoned by me, this is all purely a work of fiction.

“YOU LOVE HIM.”

thump.

“you love him not.”

scratch.

“you love him.”

thump.

“you love him not.”

scratch.

and he does this a few more times—cradling the rose petal before letting it fall upon the disturbed earth. to beomgyu's delight, he peels off the last one and hums, “you love him not.”

but you don't seem to share his happiness. in fact, so many tears are falling down, the handkerchief he gave you is useless. so he tucks the stem in his breast pocket, kneels in front of you, and cups your face in his hands.

“it's okay, sweetheart. funerals really are a sad occasion.” he assures you while the pads of his thumbs gently wipe your cheeks clean.

you say nothing, not when the sadness that's painted on your face says everything. it pains beomgyu to see it, but he doesn't stop you. give some time with him, and that pain will ebb quicker than you think.

eventually, your sobs are nothing more than sniffles. feeling like you've cried enough for the buried, you finally take beomgyu's hand and rise from your chair. unfortunately, due to the uneven ground, you lose your footing and accidentally stumble into his arms.

within this close proximity, you feel his warm breath fan over your skin as he whispers, “already falling for me, sweetheart? you should be more careful, or else people will start to talk.”

you close your eyes and beg, “please, let's just go..”

“whatever you wish, my flower~”

he steps back and guides you to the car. since your wrist is still healing from an.. accident, beomgyu decides to rest his hand upon the small of your back. but if someone looked closer, they'd notice him pinching your top with his index and middle finger.

you get into the passenger seat and fold your hands upon your lap once you do so. beomgyu prefers you to sit that way, claiming it accentuates your ‘delicateness’. you don't know what that means; what you do know is that it's better to not question him.

“wait here, sweetheart. i'll just go get the chair, and then i'll take you home, okay?”

“alright, just don't take too long.” your response makes him so happy, he just has to give you a kiss on the cheek before shutting the door.

of course he makes sure to lock the car. what if someone is watching, waiting for an opening so they can take you from him? he might as well dig a grave for himself too.

there's a pep in his step as he walks back to the site. he hums while folding the chair, but pauses because the noise your ex-lover is making is threatening to overpower it. that just won't do, not when he's trying to make a melody for you. so he stands over the grave and looks upon it with a frown.

“stop being such a baby, i got you the comfiest bed possible.” he hears a faint scream, eliciting him to roll his eyes and scoff, “how ungrateful, maybe i shouldn't have wasted my time on making a resting place.”

a series of banging and scratching follows suit, as well as cries of your name. and he does it a few more times—trying to break the coffin open before calling for your help. to your ex's fright, nothing is working; you're not coming.

“denial won't do you any good. just accept the fact that i'm here now to do everything you didn't, including caring for them and ensuring their happiness. once you do that, you'll be able to rest peacefully.”

beomgyu can't help but smile as the sounds gradually decreases until.. silence. hm, seems like the male finally listened to him. he takes out the rose's stem and a lighter. after carefully twirling the former between his fingers, he snaps it in two.

“they love me.”

he puts it back in his pocket, right above his heart.

“they love me not.”

then he burns the other half, its remains carelessly scattered upon the dirt.

#yandere txt #yandere beomgyu #yandere kpop #txt imagines #txt scenarios #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu scenarios #txt x reader #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu x reader

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felice-jaganshi · 12 days

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Alastor's Leash

Chapter 4

This one correlates to chapter 13 of fallen apple. Lucifer's wedding!! For the actual ceremony and vows, go to that chapter, then come back. Unless you've already read it.

(Also, the ai covers of the songs used if you'd like that ~ ~ )

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Over the next few months, Alastor got to know Zariah's dear friend Becca better. Which meant he also got to spend time tormenting Lucifer. Unfortunately, both women seemed determined to curb the worst of his antics and get the two to “play nice”.

But he did enjoy Becca's company whenever he was able to get her away from Lucifer. Zariah herself was enjoying getting to know Lucifer as well. It turns out, Zariah had a chicken obsession in life, so she could relate to his duck obsession on a deeper level than even Becca could. Much to Alastor's extreme frustration.

One day he found Lucifer shifted into a chicken in her lap. She was petting his feathers and purring. Alastor had summoned her chain that day and reminded them both that he wasn't fond of sharing what was his. He ended up dragging her to his room and just holding her while he growled and grumbled about how she should know better than to pet another man!

“He's specifically known for stealing other men's wives!” He huffed.

“Al, Al! Two things.” She grabbed his face in her hands. “Two things… one, both the women he stole were Adam's. He hasn't done that shit since. Two, I'm not your wife. I'm your platonic afterlife partner, if you really want to put a name to what we are.” She then kissed his forehead. “So calm down Al, because I'm not going anywhere. It was just a friendly situation. I will never leave you…”

He sighed, and held her tighter, and began singing.

You'll never know dear, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away.

“You are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are gray.

I'll always love you and make you happy, If you'd only say the same. But if you leave me to love another, You'll regret it all some day.”

Her tails wrapped around him as they sat on the bed. “I know, I know…” She pet his head, avoiding his ears.

“Maybe after their wedding… you and I should have one.” He said it so casually, Zariah froze completely.

“You're… you're kidding, right? You're just messing with me in revenge for upsetting you.” She was staring at his chest, refusing to make eye contact.

“Hm, is this proposal not to your liking? Very well, I'll try again later… Would you rather a big musical number in Cannibal Town?” He tilted her chin to force her to look up at him. He was being serious.

“I… you… yes please… I'd like that.” She had lost her words.

“Very well. Then when I do ask again, you had best have your answer ready, Mon Cherie.” He smirked and kissed her forehead. Her brain fried to mush whenever he spoke in French.

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It was the day of Lucifer's wedding to Becca. Alastor was on Paparazzi duty, keeping them all away enough to not interfere with the ceremony. Including destroying several of Vox's drones. Charlie wouldn't stop crying every ten minutes, and Lucifer was switching between excitement and panic. Eventually Alastor decided to step away from paparazzi duty and properly tend to the king.

He entered Lucifer's room where he was getting ready, Charlie was sobbing on the phone with Zariah, who was with Becca; and Vaggie was trying to fix Lucifer's hair that he kept messing up by running his fingers through it.

He sighed, “what a disaster. And you call yourself king of hell?”

“Oh fuck you Al!” Lucifer shot back, horns coming out from the stress, almost stabbing Vaggie's hand.

“Ah! Dude! Fuck it, fix your own damn hair.” She crossed her arms.

“Hm, not interested, save that for your honeymoon.�� Alastor chuckled, “I didn't come here to start a fight though. I came here to save the day before you make a disaster of yourself.” He eyed Lucifer's new “suit” from the back; it almost looked like a dress with the three tiered cut to the lower cape. And with the diamond cut out on the back… “Are you trying to look like a woman?” Alastor was genuinely perplexed.

“Oh shut up! I wanted to look nicer than usual, okay?! And I always thought wedding dresses were… okay, look, I'm going through a phase! I'm ten thousand years old, back off my ass!”

“I…. See….” He cleared his throat. “Well then, back on point, I came here for a good reason.” He walked over, and Lucifer turned to look him head on.

“What Al?” Lucifer glared, not trusting him.

“Hm, and here I'd thought we started to mend our bridges… Now you need to keep something in mind. That girl, your little angel. She needs you to be strong right now. Because eventually, Lilith may return. And when she does… Becca will need the memory of your confidence on this day, to remind her you chose her over your ex. And that you did it without regret or hesitation. Otherwise, she'll question you and your devotion when she needs to be strong to stand against her. So for her sake. Grow a fucking spine. Believe in yourself, and believe in her. If you can't do that, don't even bother waiting at the end of that aisle.” He then turned on his heel and left the room. Leaving Lucifer in shocked silence.

The after party was as chaotic as expected. Lucifer took over the karaoke machine immediately when angel and husk finished setting it up, insisting he needed to get the first song in since it was his wedding .

“So this song is how I should have proposed. I dropped the ball on that one. But I can at least sing it at my wedding! And maybe someone else can take advantage of it.” He shot Vaggie a wink, she blushed a put a hand in her pocket with a nod.

“It's a beautiful night, we're looking for something dumb to do

Hey baby, I think I wanna marry you

Is it the look in your eyes or is it this dancing juice?

Who cares, baby, I think I wanna marry you.”

Alastor grabbed Zariah and danced her around the dance floor for the first half of the song, before suddenly stopping her after a spin and getting on a knee.

“Don't say no, no, no, no, no

Just say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And we'll go, go, go, go, go

If you're ready, like I'm ready.”

“I do.” She whispered breathlessly, tears filling her eyes before he even got the ring out. Everyone erupted in cheers, including Becca, who tackled Lucifer in a hug to keep herself from interrupting their moment. Luci then whispered something to her and the two disappeared.

Alastor put the ring on her finger, a red band with black stones all around it. As soon as he stood she threw herself into his arms. He kissed the top of her head. “Mon petite ange, now I own you in every way I can.”

She laughed at this, “Possessive bastard.” And nuzzled into his chest.

“Well, isn't this quite the scene to return to.” A woman's voice cut through the joy. Everyone turned to look and froze in fear.

Charlie was the first to move and speak.

“Mom? You're… home?”

#hazbin hotel #alastor x oc #ace alastor #alastor x reader #aroace alastor #alastor #platonic alastor x reader #Alastor's Leash

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tired-of-being-nice · 3 months

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taking a quick pause from febuwhump and starting on @whumpsday's conflict whump challenge!!!! i was VERY excited about the man vs. society prompt in particular, as it gives me an excuse to do some proper expositing for the story i've been posting

content: dystopia, systemic whump (i think that's the right term?), brief reference to brainwashing and violence, really unhealthy workplace culture, sleep deprivation, forgetting to eat, general Man I Hate Capitalism vibes

Life is simple. You're born. You grow up. You choose which company to stake your life to. You pick the one you think will exploit you the least. You realize you were wrong. You keep your head down and try to be obedient and hope no one notices you. You look away and don't complain and try to find little bright spots here and there, just enough to keep you going until you die.

Of course, some people aren't satisfied with this. Some people try to fight it. Some people have stupid hopes and idealistic dreams about taking down the system from the inside. Some people are very, very wrong, and look where it gets them.

Supposedly, Milo is doing very well for themself. Supposedly, they're the top employee at their company. In actuality, all that really means is an excuse to keep piling more work on them, a bunch of coworkers who hate them, getting dizzy from exhaustion every time they stand up, and...

(You can't take down the system by yourself, of course. Milo had a friend—a best friend, even. Now, all that remains of it is a brainwashed shell, who out of what Milo can only assume is some sick sense of dramatic irony is tasked with hunting down anyone who tries to fight or flee the Company, or really anyone it feels like. Now, the only times they interact are when it's trying to hunt Milo for sport or when it's sobbing in an alleyway somewhere because it's employers don't mind letting it bleed and bruise and break as long as it keeps anyone from running.

Even so, Milo envies it sometimes. At least it doesn't remember everything it's lost.)

Milo's stomach growls, snapping them out of their brief reverie. Hm. That's right, they didn't have time for dinner today, and they spent their whole lunch break trying to stop crying. They never eat breakfast anymore, either, so...oh, that's not good. Maybe they should—

There's a chime from their email inbox, and Milo sighs and pulls it up. It's a very politely worded request for them to do just one more thing before clocking out for the night.

Milo glances at the clock. It's 2:49 AM. Their vision is blurry and their wrists ache from typing. They barely remember what sleep in their own bed feels like.

They send a reply in the affirmative. No rest for the wicked, it seems. They'll work here until sleep overwhelms them and hope that when it does, they'll dream about the good old days, of having Coren by their side, ready to take on the world. Back when they thought happiness was possible.

#conflictwhumpchallenge #conflict whump challenge #sonder's whump #systemic whump #sleep deprivation #not sure what to tag re: food if anyone has suggestions lmk #im still getting adjusted to this community and tagging conventions haha #oc: milo #ok i think thats everything 👍#yaaaaay i love making my little guy so so miserable

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placeinthemiddleofnowhere · 1 year

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How would mean Konig react if he accidentally hurt reader during sex? Like yeah they often like it rough and y/n love it with degrading as well, but this time they felt pressured from the job, emotionally down and Konig being this rough doesn't help, but doesn't say anything not to be a disappointment to him.

Konig at first mistakes it that they like it, but notices reader are ready to sob and halts immediately like oh no did he went too far?

I like to think that after this happened, König is pretty good at being able to read reader. I think he would notice them acting off as soon as he'd come in the room and he'd gently try to get reader to tell him what's wrong.

At first he'd ask if everything is alright, and reader would be evasive and short with him. I think part of reader would want to hurt more - part of them feels like they deserve everything König can give them. I picture it being a hard day for them, they messed something up that day maybe and feel absolute crushing guilt and anger at themselves for it.

So König changes tact and instead of bullying reader into snapping again, he pins them face down on the bed and gets all growly, hovering over the top of them. Reader would be tensing, expecting him to rip their clothes off and go wild, but they wouldn't get the satisfaction at that point. Instead König would kiss reader's neck and order them to stay still.

"You think I want to fuck you like this, hm?"

Readers heart would drop and they'd look at the wall in front of them, wondering if they could get away with turning and having a look at König.

"Well, answer me!" he'd growl.

"I...I thought-I just thought you would want to punish me for today."

"Punish you? Why should I want to punish you?"

"Because I messed up today," reader's voice would be getting thick and heavy with tears. "Because I froze up out on the field."

König would sigh and continue to stare on at reader in the sorry state he left them. He'd wonder to himself if he should go over and hold them, but he'd decide not yet - They had to be taught a lesson.

"I see...and so you thought you'd use me to feel better did you?"

Reader would freeze and start getting up so they could face König and try to barefaced lie to him. He'd see it coming though. He'd strut over and push them down before they could make any headway and roar at them to stay where he put them.

"I didn't- I wouldn't- I- I-"

"Save it," König would growl. "You're going to stay there for a half hour - just the way I positioned you - and you're going to think about what you just tried to do. You don't get to use the dynamic we've created to hurt or punish yourself. Only I decide when you get punishment. And right now, you're going to be denied for trying to force my hand."

"No! Please König, no! Don't leave me alone," they'd cry.

"It's for your own good," he'd murmur, gently rubbing their back before heading to the door. "Stay there and I will be back. Think on your actions. And if I hear word of you leaving this room then... just know that you will have broken my trust completely, Schatz. Be good for me, ok? I will be back soon."

With that he'd walk out and close the door, listening to them cry. He'd feel bad about it, deep down he's not really as mean as he likes to act. Nonethless he'd know it was necessary in this case. He wasn't going to be controlled by anyone, not even reader. Especially not while they were trying to use him to hurt themselves. Below that hard exterior, he cares for reader too much. He never wants to go too far.

#mean könig

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hm.. an angst where the reader has cheated on Harry with another guy, and even though that sucks, Harry still loves the reader so much that he still wants to continue the relationship, and yeah, they end up together despite everything. 🤷‍♀️

sigh...y'all are a sad bunch lmao

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One Very Big Mistake

"I'm sorry, H, please, it was a mistake!"

"No, a mistake is turning my white laundry red. A mistake is forgetting about date night. What you did was not a mistake. It was intentional. And you can't take it back."

Harry was holding onto his fury with everything he had. Y/n was crying, her mascara running down her face as she tried to explain, tried to make him understand. Seeing her so upset hurt his heart, and he wanted to pull her to his chest to ease her pain, but he couldn't. She had committed the ultimate betrayal, and he couldn't be the one to comfort her. Not now, and possibly not ever. So he held onto his anger, hoping it would put a thick barrier between the two of them.

"I wish I could, Harry," she sobbed, trying to step closer, but Harry just took another step back, which only made her tears fall faster. "I wish I could go back and do things differently. I would never, ever want to hurt you—"

"That's bullshit, Y/n, and you know it!" he seethed. Why was she trying to convince him otherwise? "What did you think was going to happen when you told me? That I would smile and joke about it and we'd move on? We've been together for two years. How did you think sleeping with someone else would make me feel?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm so, so, sorry, baby—"

"Don't call me that," Harry said. It used to be a pet name that filled him with warmth and butterflies, and he didn't want the memory of that to be tainted by this argument.

"The only thing you're sorry about is getting caught, Y/n. Were you ever going to tell me? Or was I just supposed to live in ignorant bliss forever?"

She shook her head, almost aggressively so. "No, I was going to tell you, I wanted to tell you the second it happened, but—"

"When? A week from now? A year from now? Or maybe when we were married and had kids so it wouldn't hurt as much? I can't believe I wasted two years of my life with you!"

And that was when Harry started to get choked up. Because outside of her cheating, things had been practically perfect. He was happy, and he thought she was happy too. How long had they been living a lie?

"Don't say that. Please don't say that, Harry. I love you," Y/n cried.

"Clearly you don't, or you wouldn't have done this." He could feel tears starting to form in his eyes, a lump forming in his throat. He couldn't let her see him like this, he wouldn't. "Get out. We're done."

Y/n's eyes widened, like it never occurred to her that Harry, her sweet and gentle Harry, would ever kick her out or talk to her this way. She knew she'd torn their relationship to shreds with one drunken mistake on a night when she was particularly vulnerable, but she wasn't from London, not even close. Her family didn't live here, she didn't have many friends outside of Harry's, and she lived with him. He was her home, and losing that, losing him, felt like a punch to the gut.

"Harry, please, I—I don't have anywhere to go. I promise to find a place to stay later, but please, don't—don't make me leave now. It's late, and I'm—"

"I don't care," Harry said, sounding devoid of any emotion. "You should've thought about that before you got into bed with someone else. Maybe you should go stay with that bloke. I'm sure he'd be more than happy to have you."

Despite his battered heart, the anger that was coursing like fire through his veins, the words he spoke still felt like acid on his tongue. For two years, she meant something to him, and it was hard to ignore.

"Please, Harry. Can I just sleep on the couch? I swear I'll be gone in the morning," Y/n pleaded, though not a shred of hope was in her heart.

Harry wanted to say yes, but that was the problem. He loved Y/n enough to forgive her, so he needed her to be gone as soon as possible so he wouldn't make that mistake. So, not even looking at her, he said, "Get your things and go. I don't want to see you again."

Not looking back, Harry turned and walked away from her, locking himself in his home studio so he wouldn't have to see Y/n as she packed her things and left.

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Y/n was alone and empty.

She'd never regretted anything more in her entire life than walking down to the bar by Harry's house and sitting down. He'd been gone on another one of his writing trips, something he did often so she was used to watching him go and waiting for him to come back.

But that had been the fifth time he'd left his house for a few days in the last couple months. When Harry convinced Y/n to move to London with him, she agreed because they both hated the long distance, and she thought it would bring them closer, both physically and emotionally. Things had been good, but not great. It felt like Harry was always busy all the time, like now that she was here, he didn't have to be as attentive or make as much of an effort if they were closer in proximity to each other. And for a while, Y/n thought so too.

Harry was really only gone for a couple days, and then he'd come back and be all over her. And then he would leave again, and the cycle continued until he stopped trying as much. Putting more effort into his album than his relationship. Y/n knew he got like that the closer he got to finishing a project, but in the past she had her friends and family.

Now she was alone in a country she wasn't very familiar with.

It was hard all by herself. Y/n wandered the halls of Harry's house late at night—she read the books on his shelf, she slowly made her way through Harry's record collection, she stocked his kitchen with all her favorite foods, she even bought yarn and knitting needles to try and replicate the sweater everyone had been recreating online during quarantine. The real thing was in Harry's closet, but she wanted to make one with her own colors.

So one night Y/n decided to go out. Harry hadn't picked up her calls, and it was another night of eating leftovers and watching a movie by herself on Harry's couch. Another night alone in a house that didn't really feel like hers, no matter how long she stayed there. Y/n loved Harry so much, and he made her so happy when he was here, but lately it felt like he was rarely around.

She hadn't planned on doing what she did when she went out to the pub. Y/n just wanted to get out of the house. She'd hardly done so unless it was with Harry or if it was to go to the market or to work. So she walked out of the house, wandered around on the pavement for a bit, and finally ended up at a bar.

He was a nobody, not at all her type, definitely not the kind of person she would ever go out with, which was probably why she let him buy her a drink. He was harmless, and he was just being nice.

But then one drink led to two, and two led to four, and four led to getting in a cab back to his place.

When she woke up the next morning, she felt like she was going to be sick. Her skin crawled with guilt as last night replayed in her head over and over again. These were the kinds of things Y/n was supposed to forget, to black out of her mind, but she was forced to live with the memories, and the knowledge that she'd just done the one thing she never thought she would do. She cheated, and that was something she could never take back.

Y/n felt so guilty she made herself physically ill. That was how Harry found her—leaning against the toilet and waiting for the nausea to pass. He asked her what was wrong, and she immediately started crying.

Harry had never been so angry before, at least not around Y/n. Seeing him that way broke her heart because she knew she was the reason he was acting this way. He was so gentle, so kind. And yeah, he maybe sometimes got a little caught up in his work, but that wasn't an excuse to throw away a two year relationship, which was exactly what Y/n did.

So now she was staying at a hostel, trying to save up enough money to find a real place, or go back home. She could definitely afford a one way ticket, but she wasn't quite ready for that. Staying in London while knowing Harry was there but couldn't see him was the right punishment for her. It was what she deserved after the horrible thing she did.

She never left her room. Even as people came and went about their day, she rarely got out of her lumpy cot. It wasn't right for Y/n to feel this depressed when she was the one to blame for everything, but she couldn't help it. She took something so good, and just put it in a blender and tore it apart.

Her family tried to call, but she didn't pick up, just let her phone die. Y/n didn't do anything. She was just...there, hardly existing.

All Y/n could do was think about the last two years. They were amazing. Harry took her on the best dates, he confided in her and she confided in him; they went on adventures together, she helped him when he was stressed with work and he did the same for her. He kissed her good night and woke her up with good morning texts with little hearts and kissy emojis. He knew Y/n like no one else did, and she knew him. They loved and supported each other. They were everything to each other.

So Harry got a little caught up with his work occasionally, so what? He didn't neglect Y/n. He didn't ignore her, he was just busy. She was whining because he wasn't giving her any attention, what the hell was that about? There was nothing wrong with Harry. She was the problem.

Tears came and went, and so did sleep. She didn't know how long she spent at the hostel, she was awake enough to pay for the cot at the front desk, but other than that, she was in and out of sleep. Y/n wasn't even really tired, but she didn't have any motivation to do much else. She'd taken a leave of absence from work, not that she really needed to anyway. She had a steady job back home, but when she moved, her certification didn't transfer overseas. So she'd been doing odd jobs here and there, but it didn't really matter. Harry always promised to take care of her. But now that that was out of the picture, what was she supposed to do now?

It didn't matter, none of it did. Y/n was alone and miserable, and she deserved it.

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Harry was going out of his mind with worry.

He'd kicked Y/n out, but some selfish, masochistic part of him wanted her to come back, to fight for their relationship, but she didn't. And when a couple of days went by and she still hadn't called or showed up to get the rest of her things, Harry started to worry.

He was still pissed, but he was also still in love with her. He cared about what happened to Y/n, and he just had this feeling that something was wrong.

For days he went back and forth about reaching out to her or not. Harry was still hurt, and he wasn't really ready to make that phone call or hear her excuses. In his mind, nothing ever excused cheating. Y/n was his everything, but then she did the worst thing one could possibly do in a relationship. Y/n didn't flirt, she didn't kiss, she slept with someone else. Harry'd never felt more betrayed in his life.

But that didn't immediately erase all the love and good memories they shared over the last few years. It wasn't like her to just drop off the face of the earth like that, even with their current situation. And she left her stuffed bunny, the same one she'd had since she was a baby. She once told Harry she took it to every new home she'd ever been in, but in her haste to leave his place, she must've left it behind, and now it was just staring at Harry every night. It looked lonely, which only reminded him that she were probably lonely.

Or shacked up with the guy she cheated on you with. That was the bitter thought that came up after Harry felt sorry for Y/n, and he'd been on this relentless, bitter cycle ever since she left.

"I'll call her parents," he said after two weeks had gone by and she still hadn't called or come by the house. "I'll call her parents, and she'll be fine, and I'll move on with my life."

Except her parents hadn't heard from her. No one had. As far as her friends and family knew, Y/n and Harry were still happily in love.

And that was when he really started to worry. It wasn't like her to not talk to her family. She talked to them at least a few times a week, and the fact that she hadn't was cause for suspicion.

Harry was still angry, still hurt, and the idea of reaching out made him feel more things than he was ready to feel. But he couldn't just not check on her knowing that something could be wrong. Y/n cheated on him, but he wasn't a monster.

So he called, but she didn't answer. In fact, his phone wouldn't even connect the call. Did she block him? How the hell was he supposed to get ahold of her?

He searched, and searched, and searched. And the longer he couldn't find her, the more he started to worry, to panic. She could've been anywhere, she could've dropped dead somewhere, and Harry would have no idea. Why did Y/n have to make him worried sick? He was supposed to be trying to get over her, and then she had to go and mess it all up by going AWOL.

Harry finally went to the police when he couldn't find Y/n on his own. It didn't take very long to find her now that he had professional help. She'd checked into some dump a few blocks away from his house. Harry went to the hostel, and it only took a little bribing to let the person at the front desk to let him into her room.

Did he do this?

Y/n was on a cot in the darkest corner of the room, huddled up underneath a thin blanket and a single pillow. Harry's heart squeezed when his eyes landed on her. Whenever they were in bed together, she loved sleeping under a blanket mountain with piles and piles of pillows. Harry could barely get to her, used to ask for entrance into her little pillow/blanket fort when he wanted a kiss.

She cheated, and he was rightfully angry and hurt, but he didn't want her to be...whatever she was under that blanket. Harry felt guilty, and he wasn't supposed to feel guilty. He thought back to the last night he talked to Y/n as he walked over to her little cot. He practically kicked her out like a stray dog. He'd been hurt, reasonably so, but that didn't mean he had to be horrible to her. That's not who he was, even on the worst day of his life.

"Hey," he whispered, but she didn't answer, didn't even move. Resting a hand on her shoulder, he nudged uer. "Y/n. Wake up."

She slowly turned around, and Harry tried not to cry. Her cheeks were hollowed out, her eyes sunken and held no light in them. This wasn't his love, this wasn't Y/n.

"I think I'm dreaming," she mumbled, her voice dry and crackly from disuse.

"No dream. I'm right here."

Y/n shook her head. "No, no. I had a dream just like this," she said. "You came here and you said, 'Baby, what are you doing here? You have a perfectly good bed at home.' And then I tell you it can't be true because you said you never wanted to see me again, but you pick me up and bring me home anyway and tell me you love me and that everything will be alright."

"I'm right here, Y/n," Harry said again, squeezing her arm just the tiniest bit to prove his point. "And I do want to take you home. You shouldn't be here."

"I didn't have anywhere else to go," she sniffled. "I don't—I don't have any family, or—or friends here. I f—followed you here because I love you and—and I wanted to make things easier, and then you were never here, and I—I have nowhere else to go."

Y/n tried to turn back over, but Harry didn't let her. "You do. Let me take you home."

"I don't live there anymore," she said. "Don't worry about me, Harry. I'll be fine."

Harry took a deep breath, considering his words. He'd been stressing over what he wanted to say to Y/n, how he wanted to say it. And he still wasn't really sure, but one thing he couldn't do was sit by and watch her suffer like this.

Y/n made a mistake, he could admit to that now. And when he heard her say, "you were never here," he thought about the last few months. And when he looked back, he realized she might've been right. She certainly shouldn't have cheated, but it seemed like they both understood that. She had been beating herself up for weeks, and...and he loved her too much to let her go.

"I want you to come home, Y/n. Please come home."

"I hurt you. I did the worst thing a girlfriend could possibly do, an—and I'll never forgive myself," she said, her voice shaky as she continued to cry. "You deserve someone who—"

"I don't want anyone else. I know you messed up, but things weren't right between us. I was never home, and I took you away from all your friends and family—"

"No, please don't," Y/n said, sitting up immediately. "This is all on me, Harry. I—Oh my God, I did something unforgivable. Why are you—"

She looked at him curiously, trying to blink back tears and hold back hope. She didn't deserve his grace, and maybe he'd regret it down the road. Maybe he would never be able to let this go, but he was trying now, and that was what mattered.

"Because I love you," he said. Harry's eyes were watery and red, his hair sticking out in different directions because he'd been tugging on it every day since he realized Y/n was virtually missing. "I—I know what you did, and maybe it'll take a long time to get back to a better place, but...I'm in love with you, Y/n. You drive me crazy—crazy in love, just plain crazy—but that doesn't mean we shouldn't try to fix things. Y/n, I want to fix things. We were broken long before you...did what you did. It won't be easy, but I want to be with you. I can't stand to see you this way, and—"

"And? What? Harry, please, don't stop talking, I can't—"

"And you left Pebbles at my house, and he's been very lonely without you."

That only made you sob harder, but Harry was there to hold you. "I'm so sorry, H, I'll never stop apologizing. And I love you. I'll never stop loving you. I—I'll do anything to make you forgive me."

There was a part of Harry who wasn't ready, that was still hurt, but a bigger part of him wanted Y/n more. She was his love, and he was hers, and that was how it was supposed to be. One bump in the road, that was all it was. He believed in their love enough to get past this, to move forward. Perhaps that made him naive, perhaps he just felt bad because you were living in a hovel looking so pathetic and sad. Perhaps things wouldn't work, but he wanted them to, and Y/n wanted them to, and that was enough for now.

"Let's just—Let's just go home. We have the rest of our lives to figure things out, okay?"

With shaking hands, she cupped either side of Harry's face. "You mean that? I understand if you just feel bad because I look horrible or if you'll change your mind. I don't want you to do something you don't want to."

Harry rubbed a thumb across her cheek, and she immediately closed her eyes. It was the first time Harry had touched her with intention aside from holding her up. She missed his touch, she missed him so much it physically hurt. She shouldn't have been trying to talk him out of his decision, but she loved him too much to see him hurt or be angry with her.

"Y/n," Harry breathed. He leaned in like he wanted to kiss her, but he stopped himself, not quite ready for that yet. "I want to try. Please let me take you home."

Nodding, you let him lift you out of bed. Harry carried Y/n all the way to his car, whispering at her to never scare him or her family like that again. She was tired, smiling a little as he set her down in the passenger seat.

"I'm sorry for scaring you," she mumbled. "And thank you for keeping Pebbles. You didn't have to do that."

Harry huffed out a laugh, the first time he did anything remotely similar in weeks. Looking over as he drove, he saw that she was fast asleep. He placed a hand on Y/n's knee, needing to feel her, needing to know that she was actually there.

"We'll be alright, won't we?" he asked. Y/n didn't answer, of course, but she wasn't really asking her. He believed it. And maybe he was an idiot for believing it, but he was in love with her, he was pretty sure she was the love of his life. He couldn't let that go, he just couldn't.

Y/n had driven herself into a dark spiral after Harry kicked her out. She made a mistake, and if one day he ever messed up, he hoped she would forgive him too. It wouldn't be easy, but she was worth it.

Harry squeezed her knee, stepping on the gas so he could finally have a good night's sleep with his love and her stuffed bunny tucked under her arm.

"We'll be alright."

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