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strawberrywonz · 21 days

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Mean? I haven't even shown you mean.

Genre : Smut !

Person mentioned : Park Sunghoon x F!reader !

Warnings : Man handling (at the end), ruined orgasm, name calling (bitch, whore, princess), spanking, fingering, implied sex, reader "accidentally" sits on heeseungs lap, lmk if i missed anything !

Saturday night. You and Sunghoon had gone out to get drinks with you and his friends, it was fun. But oh how you wish Sunghoon would just take you home and fuck you already, so you had to do something. Sitting on Heeseungs lap by accident or laughing a little too hard at Jakes jokes. He gave you that little look when he gets mad, telling no not telling you demanding you to stop. But you didn't listen and kept meddling about and doing what ever you liked.

He was pissed. Fucking pissed, like really. On the drive back home he hadn't said a word except for a little cussing cause there was traffic and people didn't know how to drive on the park way (real life events 😭). When he parked the car he got out, not bothering to open up the door for you. He walked up the steps to your house unlocking the door, walking inside and taking his shoes off. You didn't say a word also getting in the house taking your shoes off. "I want you upstairs. Now. Clothes off, and bent over the fucking bed." You look at him, confused. "Am I speaking french? Get the fuck up there and do what I said." He chuckled. You go upstairs, scared? Excited? Nervous? You couldn't tell what you were, al you knew was you were fucking soaked from the way he spoke to you.

He walks up the steps, his top unbuttoned. "Look at you, so pretty. What a shame you don't fucking listen." He spanks your ass, not once but three times. You let out a whimper, he just laughs. "What? Want hoonie to give you what you want?" You nod your head, he just shakes his head. "Please hoonie.. im sorry.." you let out, almost sobbing. He looks at you mockingly, "Shut up, I didn't ask you to speak bitch. Being a fucking whore in front of my friends, sitting on heeseungs lap? Fucking spilling out your tits to jake? Thought I wouldn't notice huh? It's like you're asking to get punished." You just put your head into the pillow, he sinks his fingers into your cunt. "Fucking your dripping.." You let out a moan, pushing your hips back against him. "Don't move princess, it'll be worse for you."

"You're being so mean hoonie.." you whimper out, his fingers working inside you. his fingers pushing against your spongy walls, leaving you moaning and whimpering. "Mean? I haven't even shown you mean." Thats when you knew you fucked up, big time. His fingers were still thrusting inside you, hitting that spot that made you whimper like crazy. It felt so good it had you mumbling incoherent phrases and words, had your legs trembling. You were just about to cum but Sunghoon knew you too well. He pulled out his fingers and roughly turned you onto your back, looking down at you.

"So fucking pretty, im gonna ruin you."

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Okay uhm !! Sorry for leaving u guys w a cliff hanger but if u want part 2 lmk cs ill be more than happy to make it !! so 😭 n pls leave some reqs cs i dont know what to write abt . ><

#strawberrywonz #enhypen smut #park sunghoon #sunghoon smut #sunghoon park

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nthee · 2 months

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I DON'T KNOW IF I'MA SEE YOU AGAIN . . .

summary: a slight, or well, not-so-slight blunder led to the unfortunate events of him losing his memory — his memory of you and anything related to you.

characters: riddle roseherts, silver, lilia vanrouge

contains: angst with a bit of fluff, gender-neutral mc (uses second person view aka "you"), the reader blushes (described to be flushed)

notes: title is from see you again hehe :) i just thought it kind of had amnesia trope vibes idkkk dont ask me why atp, inspo comes from anywhere fr. also SURPRISE IM BACK let's ignore the fact that it's been 5 months tho i was so burnt out :(

⌗ RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

“Let me help you with that. [...] What? You're staring.”

“Ah, it's... it's nothing, sorry.”

The close proximity is enough to make you go insane. Perhaps it's better if you just took the time to actually fix your tie this morning. That way, he wouldn't be so close! So close that...

Oh Seven, what if he hears my heartbeat?! Ack, calm down, calm down! I don't want to scare him of, what if he thinks it's — I'm creepy?!

“You seem flushed, [Name]. Are you alright?” his movement stills while holding onto your tie, and you mentally facepalm.

Riddle's hand makes its way to your forehead, the back of his hand pressing onto your skin, before realizing he's wearing gloves. He clears his throat at the mistake, opting to feel your temperature using the back of his wrist — the exposed skin between his sleeve and glove.

“Temperature is normal... a little bit warm, but nothing serious.”

“I'm alright! It's nothing, really.”

Too close, too close, too close!

Riddle retracts back, almost as if he could hear your pleas. He sighed, clearing his throat as his eyes wander around — look everywhere, anywhere but them, Riddle.

“I should — ah, we should get to class...” you reminded. You mirror his actions, averting your gaze.

“Right. Class.”

He offers an arm, one that you graciously take without a second thought. “Let me escort you there. I did hold you off for several minutes.”

Excuses! Riddle's mind yells. You're falling for them!

He doesn't care in the slightest — just as long as you're there to catch him. Though he knew you for a grand total of five days, he knows you'll be there.

⌗ SILVER

“Have I... met you before? I have, haven't I?”

A bittersweet laugh escapes your lips, startling Silver in front of you. You pull yourself together, smiling as you gaze into his eyes — the same eyes you'd lose yourself in, letting the time pass doing just that.

“Once upon a dream, right? That's what you were going to say?” you wipe a tear from the corner of your eye, thankful you laughed first before the waterworks arrived. Thank goodness, he can't see me sad.

Silver's eyes brightened, his eyelashes fluttering in disbelief. “It's... it's you. I meet you in my dreams! Everytime I close my eyes, I... I see you.”

His hands are softly holding yours as he speaks, his thumb tracing your skin delicately — like you were glass, or a treasure. It's enough to make you swoon, just as he's always done before.

“Don't leave my side.”

He thinks it's selfish to ask that from a stranger. But you are no stranger. You know the truth, but he suspects it's destiny — that you've actually met, talked, danced before, only well, it was in his very own dreamland.

You can feel the tears again. Maybe this isn't so bad? Or, at the very least, this isn't the end.

“I wouldn't even think of it.”

⌗ LILIA VANROUGE

“Are you a friend of Silver's? I don't think I've seen you around before.”

Those words were uttered before you could even process the initial news of Lilia's predicament — before your heart could even let it sink in.

You could only choke back the words threatening to slip off your tongue, lest it sound like utter crap to someone who just lost his memories.

You and I are more than friends. You play— well, played lighthearted tricks on me. I fell for them. I fell for you.

“You... could say that,” was all you could muster up. There was no point in explaining more, he wouldn't understand them.

There was understanding to his nod, a subconscious feeling of something nestled deep in his heart.

“Are you troubled? You seem to be.” his tone is soft, yet firm. Lilia had always been that way; a mentor, father (or, father-like to ones who don't know he was actually one), shoulder to cry on, wise fae to depend on...

A lover. Was a lover.

Now, all was left was Lilia before he even got to know you.

Lilia Vanrouge, a schoolmate of yours, once again.

← | © nthee, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, adapt, and use my work in anything that associates directly with ai.

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urwifebabes · 26 days

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hii!!! omg im so scared to reauest from someone so good at writing as you!!! please dont feel the need to respond!!

can you do a female!cat!reader thats in heat and catnap helps her??? that would be so hot!!!

“Heat.”

Relationship(s): catnap x cat!reader

Warning(s): smut, heat, degradation

You had been acting weird all week. Staying away from the kids, neglecting your duties , not talking for the most part. but you wouldn’t let catnap anywhere near you which pissed him off quite frankly. he was your partner. so what the fuck was so bad, you didn’t want him around you?

catnap had ignored this for the last couple days. just hanging around the children and going to his home, which he had been barely doing ever since you two had got together. one night, he couldn’t take it any longer. he got out of bed and headed to your home. almost immediately he was hit with a strong smell of your scent. not your natural one. the one where you were in heat. so that’s why you’ve been acting like that. why the fuck didn’t you just open your fucking mouth and tell him?

he stormed inside, a wave of pheromones hitting him in the face. he growled lowly as his animalistic instincts were getting harder and harder to suppress. first, he was angry that you didn’t come to him for help. what? did you not wanna have sex with him? did you think he couldn’t help it? or were you wanting to be a slut and wait for someone to find you this vulnerable?

He watched from the doorway. it was dark but he could see and you were too lost in your own pleasure to see him. he watched as you played with what was his. he watched as you fucked yourself with one of his themed dildos. he watched as your cunt squeezed the toy, oh so tightly. and how your hips rutted against the toy, trying to find some relief. he watched as you came, tears streamed down your face as it still wasn’t enough and you began your pace again.

“next time, open your mouth and tell me. or are you too dumb for even that?”

your heart stopped and you looked at the door. Catnap stood there, a grin on his face like the Cheshire Cat. “W—what are you doing here?” You asked, taking the toy and putting it behind your back. “oh, don’t mind me, continue.” you shook your head and looked up at him. You whimpered, pathetically as you sat up. “Please help me, master..”“see? was that so hard, Midnight?”

Catnap had put you in DoggyStyle, he knew you hated it since you couldn’t see his face. you whined as he placed his tip on your hole, pushing in slowly. agonizingly slow. you gritted your teeth as you yelled “god, master, please!” just then Catnap began to thrust his hips against you. his balls hitting the back of your thighs, making a harsh flapping sound as he fucked into you like a beast. “fuck, tell me how much of a good whore you are for me. you can do atleast that, can’t you, bitch?” “such a w—whore for you! make my cunt feel so good~!” “Damn right, I do.”

he pulled your hair and slammed against you harder as you came against his cock. he chuckled and kissed against your ear, biting and nipping. he let out a mix of a moan and whimper as his cum spilt into you, thickly. both your pheromones mixing. that scent was gonna be hard for higher ups to wash out. but you wouldn’t think of that right now<3.

A/N: request done! I know it’s abit short, I just didn’t really have any more idea or detail to say. hope you enjoyed! again, I’m not that good at details but I hope this was still up to standard.

TAGS: @2faced-fairy

#smiling critters x reader #reader insert #reader x character #reader x crush #smut #catnap #dogday x reader x catnap #dogday x reader #catnap x reader #dogday #catnap poppy playtime #poppy playtime x reader #poppy playime

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gimmeurtmi · 1 year

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pick me ups — lee know

pairing: lee minho x fem!reader

tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, saviour boyfriend trope

warnings: swearing, drunk reader, uncomfy levels of flirting by some strangers, minho saves reader from them, “dick” used as an insult, reader’s friends leave her in a club, they don’t like minho either, protective!minho, he gets angry but not at reader, cheesy af towards the end

inspo: protective!minho + hurt/comfort

notes: this was meant to be a small drabble but it’s minho so i got carried away.

{ wc: 2501 }

‘canb u come n getf me pleaseeeee’

bunny<3: where are you?

you: outside!

bunny<3: outside of what?

you: location pin

bunny<3: do the girls need a lift, too?

you: the grids left me lollll

you: girl*

you: girlssss*

bunny<3: wtf do you mean left you?????

you: aporently immshitty friend so he wnt somewhere else

bunny<3: are you fucking kidding??? are you drunk??????

you: i’m sorry. pls dont be maf

bunny<3: jagi i’m not mad at you at all. please stay somewhere with light i’ll be there in ten minutes.

you: can i cakk im scare

Your phone rang in your hand a few moments later. You tried your hardest to press the bright green button–answering your boyfriend’s call quickly.

“Hey, Min,” you hiccuped. “I’m so so sorry for asking you to do this.”

“Why are you apologising?” He said, his tone soft and careful. You could hear his keys jiggling in the background, you could hear the door opening and closing–his voice echoing through the stairwell as he spoke on. “What do you see around you?”

“I’m just outside the club, there’s a few people smoking and talking and there aren’t any cabs so I couldn’t get one home. I’m sorry.”

“No, no. I don’t want you getting on a cab by yourself,” Minho said firmly. You swallowed.

Your head was spinning, and the smell of smoke was getting into your hair–but you wanted to stay next to the crowd for as long as you could.

“Can you wait somewhere near the bouncer so he can at least see you?”

“Okay,” you nodded, looking over at the tall man as he checked over more and more IDs. “Him and me will be besties soon!”

“Good,” Minho chuckled. His voice was further away from you now, you figured you were on speaker as he drove to you.

“Min, I’m so thirsty,” you whined.

“Where did the girls go?” He asked, his voice slightly strained. You knew what Minho sounded like when he was angry–and right now, he was furious.

“I’m sorry, please don’t be mad,” you repeated.

“Jagiya, I’m not mad at you,” he repeated back, “why the fuck did they leave you alone when you’re drunk?”

“Because I’m a dick,” you said, biting your lips.

That was their words, of course, but they were pretty convincing in their argument. You didn’t want to play wingman tonight, you never wanted to, but as the now only girl in the group who wasn’t single–that made you out to be a villain.

“What the fuck?” Minho all but yelled. You grimached.

“Min, plea–”

“--I’m sorry,” he said quickly, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s just, you’re definitely not a dick. Why did they say that?”

“I don’t know,” you hiccuped again. You blinked twice as you tried to get your vision to stop moving around. “They had some good arguments.”

“Friends don’t just leave a girl alone in the middle of the night when she’s drunk,” Minho argued, “I can’t fucking believe them.”

“Min, Min, Min,” you said quickly, stepping away from the crowd. It was then you noticed a guy in the smoking area was looking right at you–his eyes never moving away from you. You whispered down your phone, “some guy is looking at me.”

“I’m just around the corner, my love, I’m almost there,” he promised you quickly.

“Okay,” you nodded, taking your phone away from your ear and ending the call. You weren’t too sure why you did that–looking at the phone in your hand curiously.

You brought your hands around your body, shielding yourself from the cold. And also, from that man’s prying eyes. You were wearing a revealing top, which you didn’t mind until this very moment.

You were alone. You were drunk. And this man was looking at you. The reality of the situation had finally made its way into your brain, past the very thick wall of alcohol.

The man was walking right towards you.

“Hey, what’s your name?” He said with a smile.

You looked away from him, trying to spot Mnho’s car coming down the road. Five cars drove by–none of them were his.

“Oh, come on, what’s your name?”

“I’m just waiting for someone to pick me up,” you said with a polite smile.

He leaned forward, putting a hand on your shoulder, “oh, don’t leave yet. I haven’t had a chance to dance with you.”

“I don’t wanna dance, thank you,” you said, simply.

“You looked sad earlier when those girls were yelling at you,” you looked away from him, feeling embarrassment sneak through the alcohol in your veins, “what was going on?”

“Nothing,” you nodded.

Then his friend came over, slinging a hand over the man’s shoulder and then yours, pulling the three of you together.

“You’re coming inside with us?” He asked, practically yelling down your ear.

You tried pushing away from his grip–but even though he was very drunk, he was still much stronger than you.

“No, thanks. I’m just on my way home,” you tried again.

“Maybe a kiss will change your mind,” the first man said, leaning towards you. You moved your head away as much as you could–the other man still trying to hold you in place–and his lips ended up landing on your ear. You squirmed.

“Come on, what’s wrong?” They both chuckled at you.

“Give me a kiss, come on,” he said, a wet smile on his face, puckering his lips in front of you.

You shook your head at them, trying your best to step away, but every time you did the hand around your shoulder brought you back closer to them.

“Y/N!” Someone yelled behind you.

You let out a sigh of relief, the shake in your hands finally catching up to you, as you saw Minho walking towards you. His face was hard, calculating, as he finally reached you. He looked at the boys in front of you with pure disgust.

The boys next to you took a step back–finally–looking Minho up and down.

“Who’s this, your boyfriend?” One of them snickered.

“Yes,” Minho said firmly, cocking his brow up. “Who are you?”

“We’re just gonna take her dancing,” the man dared with a smirk. Minho’s jaw clenched. “You’re coming inside with us?”

“No,” Minho scoffed.

“Oh, come on, we’re having fun!” The second one yelled.

“I don’t think she’s having fun,” Minho said. He brought his arm around your body, taking a step forward as he put distance between you and those two strangers.

“We’ll make sure she does–”

“--oh, just shut up,” Minho rolled his eyes. He looked at you, eyes trailing up and down as he checked everything was okay. He noticed the small shake in your hand and took it in his.

“Ready to go?” He asked, his voice changed completely from the rough tone he used with the strangers, now taking on a soft and caring sound.

You nodded at him, letting Minho guide you away and towards his car.

He opened the door for you, helping you step inside the passenger seat before he made his way around to his side.

When the doors closed, he quickly turned on the heating and handed you a bottle of water.

You could feel Minho’s eyes studying you as you took in a few gulps of water, handing the bottle back to him with a small thank you.

“Wanna tell me what happened?” He asked, so so softly.

“Wanna go home,” you said, weakly.

Minho nodded, starting the car easily and making his way back home.

“Want some music?” He asked, taking a moment to look over at you. You were curled in on yourself, quiet, not at all what he was used to when he picked you up from parties before. You were usually loud and energetic when you were drunk. He wasn’t quite used to seeing you this way.

“No,” you said quietly. “Can I hold your hand?”

Minho didn’t respond verbally, instead he took the hand on your lap and laced it together with his–focusing on driving with one hand.

By the time he parked the car your body was completely angeled towards the window–your face unseen to him.

“We’re home,” he said softly, squeezing your hand.

You only nodded.

“Hey,” he let out, bringing his finger underneath your chin in the softest of touches. He turned your face towards him, sighing as you squeezed your eyes shut. Your cheeks were damp.

“My love,” he sighed, “what happened?”

You leaned forward, wrapping your arms around him tightly as you pulled your body into him. Minho brought his body around you. You felt safer, now.

You were just outside your home, the car was much warmer than the night outside, but not until Minho wrapped his arms around you did you feel truly safe.

You finally let the sobs you were holding in spread out through your body, your shoulders shaking slightly as you buried your face in your boyfriend’s shirt.

Minho didn’t interrupt you, letting you cry for as long as you needed. After a few minutes you pulled away, sniffling as you wiped your face.

“Let’s go upstairs?” Minho offered quietly. You nodded.

You followed Minho back home, you followed him into your room, and you watched as he pulled out your favourite fluffy pair of pyjamas and walked you to the shower.

“I’ll make you some late night snacks?”

Your eyes were burning by the time you left the shower—but you thought that was from the crying and not the shampoo. You couldn’t really stop crying, still fighting back sobs as you sat on the couch, watching as Minho prepared your favourite snack.

He grinned at you as he walked the plate to the couch, his eyes glittering as you smiled up at him.

“Eat, Jagi,” he ordered delicately.

The pair of you ate in silence, Minho glancing over at you every few seconds, before you finished the food on your plate and handed it back to your boyfriend. He took the plates from you, putting them in the dishwasher, before he returned to you with another water bottle and an order to drink it entirely.

At least you had stopped sobbing by now, so it was easier to drink the water.

When you noticed it was about three in the morning, Minho’s phone rang. He looked at you curiously before he picked it up from the table, noticing it was one of your friends.

“Yes?” He answered, coldly.

“Did you take her home?” A drunken voice said from the other side.

“Why? You don’t get to care about that now,” he said firmly.

“I’m just checking she’s safe,” she groaned.

“You didn’t care if she was safe when you left her alone, drunk, in the middle of a very busy club.”

“Minho, why do you have to be such a dick?”

“She likes that word, huh?” Minho whispered at you. You somehow found it in yourself to chuckle.

“Tell Y/N that next time she wants to come out with us she needs to learn to loosen up,” Minho scrunched his brows at that, “or I guess, when you decide to act like yourself and just dump her.”

“What the fuck?” He all but yelled.

“Just… tell her to call us when you two break up.”

“You’re such a c—“

but before Minho could use whatever colourful word he was going to say, you took the phone from his hand and ended the call.

Minho stared at you with a question mark on his forehead, blinking three times.

You sighed.

“They wanted me to help them flirt with guys and I said I don’t want to because I have you and then they said soon enough you’re gonna break up with me because you’re not a relationship person you’re just leading me on, and when I defended you they just left and said they’ll hang out with me when I’m not a boring housewife anymore,” you let out in one big breath.

You couldn’t really look in Minho’s eyes—too scared of his reaction. Would he get mad at you? Would he get mad at them? Would he say it’s all true and leave you?

You almost jumped when Minho wrapped his hand around your shoulder. He leaned in to kiss your temple softly.

“Thanks for not flirting with other guys,” he started, “I wouldn’t care that much if you just did it to help your girls out anyway, but it means a lot that you didn’t feel comfortable with that.”

You nodded, opening your mouth to say something, but Minho kept going.

“And they aren’t very nice people if they think I’m gonna leave you, or if they’re giving you conditions to hang out with them. But, I guess, it doesn’t matter because they’re still your friends and you’ll still be hurt by their words.”

You brought your hand around his stomach, leaning your head on his chest as you curled up into his body.

“Regardless of that, I will always be here to pick you up or take care of you or whatever it is you need. So never apologise again and never forget that I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

“Min, I—“

“—and, remind them that I’m the one that cooks and cleans this place, so if anything. I’m the boring housewife.”

You laughed loudly, your tears drying quickly as you giggled.

You leaned up, kissing his cheek as you watched your giggles mirrored in his eyes.

“Thank you,” you said, simply. “I couldn’t have picked a better housewife.”

“You really couldn’t,” he smirked at you, before he pressed his lips to yours softly.

“But,” he said as he pulled away, “there is a price for you getting me out of the comfort of our home at such an alarming hour.”

“Oh?” You smirked at him, knowing him long enough to tell he had some evil plan up his sleeve.

“I’m little spoon tonight,” he grinned.

“Excuse me!” You laughed, “I’m the one who’s been crying for hours—I should be little spoon.”

At that Minho wrapped his arms under your thighs, picking you up from the couch as he walked the pair of you to your bed. You protested the whole way there, your words swallowed up by your giggles, before Minho placed you down on the bed softly.

He didn’t even have a chance to get into position before you slotted your thighs in his, deciding neither of you would be either spoon tonight.

Your noses touched as you wrapped a hand around his torso, his arm sitting just below yours.

“I’ll allow it this time,” he mumbled, his eyes heavier as the pair of you settled into each other’s warmth, “but I will be little spoon.”

“Okay, whatever you say,” you nodded, kissing the small freckle on his nose.

It was too dark to see—but Minho was blushing.

“Thank you for tonight, Jagi,” you mumbled.

“I love you,” he said back. Simply.

#skz x reader #stray kids x reader #all.works #skz x y/n #stray kids fics #skz x yn #lee know #lee minho x y/n #lee minho #lee know x reader #lee know x y/n #lee know fluff #lee know fanfic #lee minho x reader

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bigfatbimbo · 24 days

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i saw u wanted val requests and well hes my fav. this isnt rlly a requst so much a thought tht has been festering in my brain and im too scared to post on my own acct imagine breaking val. imagine taking the time to ruin his grandiose showboating persona. he's always so cocky and arrogant, even when he got used to bottoming he remained an arrogant prick. he would smirk and act like a brat the whole time. it was fun sometimes. not always. you wanted so badly to see his arrogant face in tears. thats how he got here. tied tightly with ropes making sure he had no way to escape. of course this was accompanied by another arrogant comment "so tight, chiqui~ you worried i might flip the script?" you rolled your eyes. tying the silk blindfold to his face was met with similar comments and teasing. but what he didnt expect was you to slip away to sit in the corner of the room. at first he's sitting, waiting impatiently with the occasional comment. he expects at any minute you'll bring him a fun toy to fill his holes or to slap him around. maybe you're getting undressed and he'll soon feel your hands all over him. as time ticks longer he makes more comments, each growing more irritated in tone. it doesnt take more than 30 minutes for him to begin to get truly angry at you. hes yelling, cursing, screaming violent threats at you. its the farthest you've seen his facade fall. his body twisting and fighting his bonds as he tries as hard as he can to free himself. he can't. now its been 50 minutes and his thrashing has only gotten worse. his comments of harsh threats as loud as he can have turned his voice hoarse until he's making rough whining. his wings twist and write against his bonds kicking up little gusts of winds as he strains himself so hard you're worried he's going to get hurt. so you speak. "calm down, you'll hurt yourself" at the sound of your voice his whole body perks up and he tries to find your voice. finally you hear it, a pathetic whimper from his hoarse voice. "chiqui?" its so sad and sweet like a whimper from a kicked animal you almost wouldn't know its him. "im right here." you assure him finally getting up from your seat. tears start spilling from beneath the blindfold as he fights against his bonds, weaker this time. you place a gentle hand on his chest. "im right here." you repeat as his bound arms try desperately to get to you. "want you... n.. need you." you crawl over him and gently lift his blind fold exposing his tear eyes to you. you rub your thumb gently over his cheek to brush away his tears. "im right here for you, val. tell me what you need." "need you." he rubbed his head against your hand. "need mmm" you immediately retracted your hand and looked at him with a stern look while keeping your tone gentle. "you need to use your words." another whimper left his lips. "t-touch me please just. use me. need you so b-bad i dont care how i-" your hands were back on him in moments, making quick work of some of his bonds. mostly you were making sure he could flex his wings comfortably. before you turned him on his stomach. "you're such a good boy." you cooed in his ear which was met with shaky purring from deep in his chest. with all his showboating broken it was going to be fun breaking him down to a sobbing begging mess.

WOAH. GANG. IM LITERALLY SPEECHLESS. GOOD MORNING???

Nah this made me forget i’m a writer like WHAT NEXT??? WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THAT??? Part two in my inbox NOW. I’m on my hands and knees.

No because like “use me” from Val has got be acting up. I’m clawing at the walls of my enclosure. Him breaking down into tears when he hears your voice because he’s so desperate to be touched, because the poor baby can’t even go one full hour without your attention. IM COOKED.

Anyways, i’m impressed, and this delivered on so many levels. I’d sell my soul to have more anons like you in my askbox, much love lil homie. PEACE ✌️

#inbox open #hazbin hotel x reader #dom reader #sub valentino #valentino x reader

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nippleplayer0 · 1 month

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JJK X FLIRTY READER

Characters : Gojo, Yuji, Nobara, Megumi, Mahito

Warnings ?? Suggestive content, but all SFW. Ooc Mahito because im delusional. Fem Reader, Reader is unhinged, and small / short.

MY REQUESTS ARE OPEN !!

GOJO

Tries to one-up you

I adore this dynamic.

He's the strongest, achieves in everything. He's naturally dominating, he can snap, and have the world in the palm of his hand; Nothing is out of his reach.

So, when he saw you, cute, small, he barely thought much of you. You seemed easy, almost boring, just another girl gawking over him. He wasn't interested. Nice try.

Oh..

He was wrong.

He knew he had a charm, but fuck. He never thought a girl would be bold enough to stride up to him, flash him a smile, before taking his hand and pressing a soft bite to his wrist.

"What."

(hes trying not to pop one)

You fucked with his head.

"Helllooooo !!☆" You winked up at him, "What's your name ?"

You kept him on his toes.

You.. didn't even know him ?

"Psh.. should I know you?"

NEVER BEEN MORE HUMBLED. DIDNT EVEN KNOW HE SAID THAT OUT LOUD.

Still, its Satoru Gojo we're talking about, he's quick, he bites back.

He takes the same hand, and almost too softly cups your face, lifting it up further to emphasize the size difference. He wants to be bigger, better, he doesn't want to be caught off guard.

But it just makes it all the worse, when it doesn't even seem to affect you.

You lean your head in, smirking.

"I knew you'd be bold."

"Oh?"

He pretends to know whats going on.. he doesnt. His head is so fogged. Its been a minute since someone so.. stunning took him head on.

He's infatuated.

Expect a long running flirt contest, each of you trying to one up the other, seeing how red or nervous you can make the other.

Everyone is SO fucking annoyed LMAOAOA

YUJI

Bathes in it , LIVES for it

OBSESSED.

Run your hand through his hair and tell him how pretty he is ?

BIGGEST SMILE AND IS IMMEDIATELY HUGGING YOU.

He's just too sweet to be flustered by it, he loves your praise and attention too much ! He isn't embarrassed, he just begs for more !

He's pretty strong.. hard to break down..

But you know you can do it.

Seeing him slowly lose his composure as your flirting goes from innocent, sweet nothing's, to enticing, calculated attacks.

Hip bump him

When hes walking behind you suddenly stop and press your ass onto him

Whisper his name a little too sensually into his ears while others are around

Find any excuse to touch him, grabbing his hand in crowds, sitting on his lap during packed car rides, insisting you're too scared to sleep in your bed.

Hes slowly losing his composure.

But still, loves it with all his heart.

NOBARA

Flustered, defensive, cocky ?

She has a strong sense of self, shes confident, and prideful in each step.

She isn't shy either, she's aware of her beauty, and absolutely isnt afraid to brag about it.

But that didn't mean she was necessarily used to others doing that as well.

When she first lays eyes on the other first years in Tokyo, immediately brushing off Itadori and Fushiguro as brainless, she doesn't even have the chance to judge you before-

"WOAAAH!"

She instinctively goes to cover her ears at the loud yell-

What ?

They're already grabbed, and interlinked with..

One of the most gorgeous girls shes ever laid eyes on.

"YOU'RE STUNNING !" You stare up at her with stars in your eyes- So shameless, so loud, and in public ?

She ignores how her heart swells, and goes on defense

"H-Hheh.. Ive heard." She looks away and blushes. Fuck. "You dont need to be so loud though ! We're in public !" While she pulls her hands away from yours, landing a soft hit on the back of her head.

Still shocked to see you staring at her like 😍😍

Loves it, just not used to it.

MEGUMI

Doesnt bother him.. atleast thats what he says

Acts unbothered, the most of a reaction you'll get is him making a comment on how you're annoying, or remind him of Gojo.

But everyone sees how his ears turn red.

How his cheekbones flush a light pink.

How his eyes avoid yours, and how hes quick to turn his face and body away.

He doesn't deter your flirtatious attempts and behavior; In fact his nonchalant act just adds fuel to your fire.

Going up, up, and above and beyond to get reactions from him.

Its 7am, he opens his dorm door to make his way to class-

There you are, roses in hand, confident smirk on your face.

Fine.

Tomorrow he gets up earlier, and goes into class at 5am so you wont have the chance to fluster him.

He walks in-

And you fling yourself at him.

He catches you, instinctively holding your body against his in an almost protective manner.

"Awwwww, Gumi~"

He can't even tell you to shut up, not with your thighs around his waist and your chest pressed up so close to his body.

"You're red. ❤️"

MAHITO

Adores it, plays back. Obsessed.

Mahito is also playful, so finding someone who's willing to match his energy and keep him awake is thrilling.

If you don't bore him, he has a reason to keep you around.

So even when he tries to break you, you seem to have no limit,

Before he knows it, hes head over heels for you.

Humans get so boring, theyre only fun when twisted and tortured, he insists ..

But you.

Your soul overflows with love, and playful attitude,

Standing before one of the most evil, sick curses, you barely even consider deaths door as you embrace him in a bone crushing hug.

"MAHIIIIII~~ YOURE TOO CUTEEEEE !!"

That kinda praise is new to him.. being.. Adored ? Loved ?

He squeals your name back, honestly just joyed to find someone who will play with his games and can be silly with

"MY LOVEEEEEEEE~" He closes his eyes and smiles brightly back- if you didnt have any context, he'd look innocent. "IVE MISSED YOUUUUU! I SHOULD BE CALLING YOU CUTE!"

The rest of his little gang is fed up 💀💀

Who thought Mahito out of all people would become so soft for a human..

#jjk x reader #gojo x reader #yuji x reader #megumi x reader #mahito x reader #jjk #nobara x reader

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shugar0cone · 3 months

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The angels

I was scared, I don’t know why but maybe it’s because of the beyond the point of death. I took a break holding my angelic shot gun pointing at the sky. “Darling they’re not comming yet.” Alastor my husband sat down next to me on top of the hotel. “You don’t know that.” I put my eye to the scope. This riffel represent my custom I had in the living, Alastor special requested it for me to vaggie. Alastor put down the barrel of my gun. “Darling dont freight for we are strong and those angels have no chance.” He smiled down at me. “You don’t know that.” I one again put it to my shoulder waiting. “Darling you know just as well as I do sitting their with your gun pointed at nothing won’t kill the prey, you need to walk breath enjoy it and then you’ll have a better shot.” He was right Alastor took us hunting when we were alive granted it wasn’t civil for your kind, but I wanted to fend for myself. “You’re right.” I put the gun on my back. I looked up at my husband. He still had his smile no fear, nothing was showing but deep down somthing was wrong. “Alastor.” I turned and looked at him. “Hm?” He looked at me in the eyes lovingly. “Im add somthing to my vows and you can’t take it back.” I said. He nodded. “Alastor I don’t know what’s living beyond death but know, I will love you for eternity, it doesn’t matter if I’m alive, dead, double dead or triple. I’ll love you.” I looked up at him his eyes softens. “And if I were to end up double or triple I’ll love you until all existence ends, I’d still love you.” We put our foreheads together. And held each others hands.

“DIE YOU FUCKERS!” I grabbed my pocket dagger and stabbed an exorcist. They were to cocky to un afraid of us, their move where jagged and predictable, one thing about a good murder is that they where unpredictable and organized. I pulled the blade out othe ex’s eye. “HEY ANGEL HOW MANY YOU GOT!” I yelled. Angel and I made it a comption to make us feel better. “36 what about you.” He said gunning down the angels. “Ha I got 46 I’m ahead~” I ran off to kill more until I see Adam and Alastor. Oh no.

“Aww looks like I missed the party.” I say standing with my hands on my hips. “Ah nice to-“ adam attacked Al but he dogged. “See you my love say how’s the weather down there.” He offers you his hand still diving Adams attacks. “Well, but must be some much more entertaining up here.” They got into each others arms and started to do a dance. (Cringy I know but I wanted a dance thing.) Alastors and I swayed through the attacks seamlessly. “FUCK STOP DANCING.” Adam yelled and tried to attack which Alastor dipped me down and I pointed my riffel and missed. “Missed me!” Adam says he grabbed the color or your shirt that was colored in gold and shoved you. “Y/N!” Alastor says. “Oh how you Fucked up now!” His voice became demonic i was in a trance and could not tell what was going on until I heard Alastor without his radio voice. “Shit..” with All my might i sag beside my bloody up husband. You two joked as Adam went on with his speech. “Looks like— looks like we switched places.” I said, I wanted to lighten the mood just like he did when I died in his arms. “We are not done yet my love.” Shadows engulf us as we disappeared.

“Ah, Alastor that fucking hurts.” I say. I were scratched up I mean it ain’t a war without blood right. “Darling stop being a wuss I’m pretty sure those spears hurt worse.” He said drenching his cloth again, Alastor could heal quicker then I can (lucky bastard) “ no what hurt the worst was seeing you almost die” I said. “Just by a hair though.” He said. “No more like the skin of your smile.” I said grabbing my husbands cheek and caressing it. “I love you.” I said in a soft voice. “I love you too.” You two shared a kiss until you bit down on alastors lips. “ALASTOR THAT FUCKING HURT!” I said he put to much pressure on that wound.

AN: YAY AND OMG ONE OF MY FAVE RELESES LIKE CARMILAS SONGS ALWAYS HIT! AHHHH, anyways I hoped y’all like and sorry for the dance bit I know it’s cringy but I wanted a dance thing.

#alastor #hazbin hotel #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader #charlie morningstar #angel dust #angel #fanfic #x reader #x y/n #war

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layraket · 12 days

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THERE WAS AN UPDATE YOU KNOW THE DRILL SLEEPING BE DAMMED

theres so much going on jokes that i will deffinetly take advantage of theories of the meaning of things the goddamn art everything

first of all apparently Malo Mart turned to a mega corporation???? well sorry twi no 60% of discount for you that sucks

thats rough buddy

i cant take it seriously poor Four, look at that face

thats the face of someone who will be grounded for some time after all this madness and is totally not happy about this

Sky was waiting letters from Sun, maybe she couldn't write something for him? either way poor guy look at his sad face :( the heart makes it better

baby? baby??? smol???? smol hylian???? tiny cute litol hylian????child????

ahhh Time dont just say yes and left it like that! i need to know!!!

Twilight my man at this point you will be grounded dont test the old man's patience

Time knows the dangers of excesive courage, yes it can keep you going and maybe make you win the battle, but can also kill you if youre not careful. This is what almost happened with Twilight, this almost might have happened to Time too

He's scared that for this reckless courage he might loose his descendant, the one who brought hope to him and his wife to form a family and live happy

(also he saying this makes me think more about the posibility of Malon being pregnant, too much mistery please old man just tell me i will not say anithing ur secret is safe plweas)

HERO'S SHADE HERO'S SHADE

not much to say here, it might be a wrong translation that im doing but hey! it reminds me that Twi already knows that Time is the Hero's shade but like. with flesh and eyes. alive.

OKAY HERE I HAVE THINGS TO SAY

When Wild asks Twilight's face changes inmediately, he doesn't want to look down, he still feels the need to be strong in front of the younger heroes, worrying them is the last of his desires

Four is not stupid, he notices the actual mood of Twi and ask again, but with different words. It looks like it really made Twi reconsider things

doesn't exactly talks what was having him a little down moments ago, but at least it seems to calm them, again, they shouldn't be worried after what happened

Twi for hylia who were you thinking he was talking about????

no really i have that question who was he thinking that was asking for him?????

"who kicked the fuck out of that bad lizard??? who did that???? yes you did!! you did it amazing!!! im so proud my beautiful exterminator of dumb lizards!!!"

HE JUST

FUCKING ROLLS

YEAHHH WIND FLIP

Hyrule 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰💛💛💛💛💛✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

hes so badass jumping off heck yeah stairs are dumb

also Wind thats a cool move you too legend jumping and rolling are so cool love you guys

Wars dont ruin the fun nono guys keep doing it i'll even give you chips if you do that

oh they really think that Wars is broke and has no money alright

im glad that this bit kept going i love the boys teasing each other (Lege and Wars specially)

hey listen

listen

i dont want to ruin it

but

it would be funny

just

just listen

would be very funny that

it just

breaks

hey it would be funny cmon

andddd theyre off!

Hyrule learns from watching, from the actions and movements that he sees in the enemy, and uses it to make a plan to attack, learn patterns and be ready for anything

yep hes gonna play an important role in the next arc i have a feeling

now buildings art aprecciation cuz holy shit theyre so pretty

gorgeous

fantastic work i feel blessed

(all art credits obv goes to @linkeduniverse ! )

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu update #linked universe update #lu chain #lu spoilers #lu update spoilers #linked universe spoilers #i talk #uhhhh its almost 1 am #idc it was worthy

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merlinmarvelandother-oneshots · 4 months

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Sorry, I meant to send an ask yesterday, but I got carried away 😅

So what about ut, us, uf and ht (you can ignore the last one if you want to don't worry) and how they would be with a reader that hides the fact that they're physically hurt.

Maybe they went hiking with the skellie, and they tripped and pretended that it was only a little scratch when days later they see quite a big wound that's infected.

It's a bit gross, so it's okay if you don't do it, don't worry :)

Have a good day/night and be safe

-💀

UnderTale, UnderSwap, UnderFell, and HorrorTale skellies react to a reader hiding that they're injured

you had gotten in a little tussle with a fallen branch walking home. you were completely oblivious, and tripped right over it. it hurt to walk on, and you soon noticed it swelling. it wasn't... sprained, right? nah, of course not! you brushed it off, thinking that it would be just fine in a day or two.

but until then, you might want to put some ice on that.

and so you did. for three days, with no sign of improvement. you tried keeping it a secret, but then your s/o came home while you were putting ice on it, right on the couch beside the door, and...

UnderTale:

Sans:

-he walks into the house, immediately heading for the couch.

-"hey, y/n, i'm ho- you alright? what happened to you?"

-"oh! sans, hi, i didn't expect you home so early!" you wave frantically to draw his eyes away from your ankle.

-"yeah... work was slow, so i came home. whats going on? you're acting weird."

-"pshh, don't be silly, nothing's wrong! absolutely nothing!"

-he sighs.

-"my whole shtick back in the underground was that i can see peoples stats. your HPs lowered, you're acting really awkward about your leg, and you're trying to hide an ice pack from me. i know, i saw it when i walked in. so, im gonna ask you again. whats going on?"

-you sighed. he caught you, he always did.

-"i dont know what's up. I tripped a few days ago and my ankle just started swelling. I'm gonna give it a few more days before I see a doctor, just to see if it heals on its own."

-"alright then," really? that's it? not going to insist you see someone? well, that's great for you! "I'm going to grillby's. wanna come?"

-you nodded your head.

-"cmon, let's take a shortcut."

-he took you to the fucking ER.

Papyrus:

-you look up after hearing the door open and you heard a crash.

-he had gone grocery shopping, apparently, because his bags were sprawled on either side of him on the floor.

-his jaw was only half hinged, that's how bad you scared him.

-as in it dropped. almost fully.

-he suddenly runs to your side (re-hinging his jaw on the way) and kneels by your side.

-"HUMAN, what ever is the matter? is it serious? does it hurt? will it need stitches? should i take you to-"

-"Paps! i'm okay. i think it's just sprained, i'll be alright," you tries to reassure him.

-"SPRAINED? oh, HEAVENS no, i must take you to the doctor right away!"

-you sigh. "Papyrus, it isn't that big of a deal. i'm sure it'll be alright in a few days."

-"absolutely not! what if it's worse than you think? it could kill you!"

-he really thought a sprained ankle could kill you? he may be clueless about human injuries, but at least he cares!

-you don't have too much time to reply before he picks you up, puts you in the car, buckles you up (because heaven forbid something ELSE happen to you, ESPECIALLY under his watch) and brings you to the ER.

UnderFell:

Sans:

-he literally did not notice.

-he grumbles a quiet, "hey," before trotting upstairs into his room.

-it isn't until several days later when the pain has worsened and you cannot walk on it that he asks what the fuck is going on.

-you explained that you had tripped a few days ago, and it got swollen, and you thought that it would just go away, but it's been getting worse and worse since it happened.

-"fuckin' idiot," he groaned. "i'm dating a goddamn moron! alright, get in the car. i'm takin' you to a hospital."

-he's groaning the entire way.

Papyrus:

-as soon as he lays eyes on you, he sighs.

-"what did you do this time?"

-what the hell did he mean, 'this time'? he CANNOT be holding you accountable for that one time you got a concussion! that was HIS fault!

-"hey! you BETTER not be talking about-"

-"about the concussion," he cut you off. "yes, yes, i'm aware, you believe that incident to be my doing. however, i can GUARANTEE that this is not! now, tell me what happened. i expect a full explanation."

-you rolled you eyes and told him, feeling a little pissed off about his crossed arms and tapping foot, although you couldn't fully blame him. the whole situation WAS a little silly, now that you have to say it out loud.

-he scoffed when you finished talking. such a silly thing! why the HELL didn't you immediately see a doctor? swelling is NEVER normal!

-how did he, a skeleton monster who had gone most of his life without so much as seeing a human, know more about human anatomy than a fully grown human adult?

-and how did he, an esteemed member of the royal guard, end up in a relationship with such a fool?

-"get yourself looking decent. we are visiting the hospital to get you proper treatment."

-'looking decent', you looked fi-! no, you didn't, nevermind.

UnderSwap:

Sans:

-"hey, y/n, Alphys let out training early, so i'm back! what are you doing?"

-you scrambled to hide the ice pack and hike your pants back over your ankle. "oh, uh. . . nothing," you said sheepishly in reply, a fake grin appearing on your face.

-"oohhhh, no no no. i know that look. you're hiding something. best be honest now."

-damn him! how DARE he know you so well!

-"i think i did something to my ankle," you muttered.

-"hmm. . . let me see."

-he walked over and inspected your ankle for a few moments.

-"it looks sprained. when did this start?"

-"a few days ago. i tripped and it started swelling."

-he gave your ankle ankther quick look.

-"and why didn't you tell me?"

-"well, i thought it would go away at first. i was going to tell you, if it didn't. i was just going to wait a few days."

-"well, there's no need! i'm taking you to a doctor."

-he helped you stand and let you use him as something like a crutch, so you wouldn't have to put too much weight on your injured foot.

Papyrus:

-you look up to see him standing, eyebrows furrowed (you know what i mean sans does it in the main game) looking at you.

-"anything you want to tell me?"

-"ah, nothing. . . i'm just gonna go to a doctor if this doesn't start getting better."

-you knew the look he was giving you. he wanted to know what happened.

-"i tripped a few days ago and my ankle started swelling. nothing major. it's just a little sore."

-"mmm. i'm sure. you have five minutes, then i'm taking you to a doctor," he said as he laid on the couch beside you.

-"no, Paps, there's really no need-" you were interupted by snoring. but you knew that didn't mean you were off the hook. he would be awake in five minutes EXACTLY, whether you were ready to go or not.

HorrorTale:

Sans:

-he kinda just stands there for a few moments after he sees you with the ice pack.

-ice pack means something's wrong, because he doesn't see food around, but his skull injury makes figuring anything else out difficult.

-ice pack. . . on your ankle. . .

-it doesn't matter what's wrong. he just knows something is. so, he comforts you! in the only way he knows how!

-which is a BONE-CRUSHING hug.

-and because you're sitting, and he's standing over you, leaning down to hug you, it's a very awkward angle. leading to a lot of bones jabbing into uncomfortable places.

-you know you can't really do anything to get him off of you, so you just wait it out.

-"i'm alright, Sans. it isn't anything major. i'm about to go to a doctor!"

-he was going to tell you to anyway. you just got that part out of the way.

-his time in the underground under Undyne's rule made him very paranoid about the health of those he loves, so no matter how big the injury, you MUST see a doctor.

-it's not up for debate.

-he drives you because he doesn't want you to have to put any more strain on your ankle.

-(should he even have a drivers license? questionable...)

Papyrus:

-he has a puzzled look on his face.

-that. . . he suspected that wasn't a good sign.

-"y/n. . . i don't suppose you want to tell me what is going on?"

-"oh," you nervously laughed. "no biggie. just tripped a few days ago, it kinds hurts. if it doesn't feel better tomorrow i'm seeing a doctor."

-"hmm. i shall hold you to that."

-you laughed. you bet he would.

-spoiler alert, he did.

(a/n: sorry if this is totally inaccurate to having a sprained ankle, it just seemed like a good scenario, and i was too in the writing groove ((once i actually started)) to do much research)

#undertale #underfell #underswap #horrortale #undertale au #undertale x reader #underfell x reader #underswap x reader #horrortale x reader #undertale sans x reader #underfell sans x reader #underswap sans x reader #horrortale sans x reader #undertale papyrus x reader #underfell papyrus x reader #underswap papyrus x reader #horrortale papyrus x reader

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jovialmoonprincess · 5 months

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AU: Journey to Redemption (Part 2)

First Part. / The Winter Ball

Coriolanus Snow x Fem!reader

Summary: Y/N, a young idealist in Panem, dreams of making a difference in a post-war society. As the winner of the prestigious Plinth Prize is about to be announced, a mysterious woman unveils a grim fate for Coriolanus Snow, Y/N's nemesis. Offered a chance to alter destiny, Y/N must navigate her conflicting emotions and intervene in pivotal moments to prevent Snow's descent into darkness. The story unfolds against the backdrop of complex relationships, past connections, and the challenges of a changing world, as Y/N grapples with the responsibility of shaping an unexpected destiny and challenging the very fabric of fate.

Word Count: 2k.

Warning(s): None, 15 yo Corio!! FLUFF FLUFF THE KIISS READ IT FOR THE KISS

A/N: First Fic EVER, dont be mean pls. Also Im not a english native speaker, sorry for any spelling errors. Just saw Songbirds and Snakes and Tom Blyth as President Snow is living rent free in my head! Feedback is appreciated! Comment to be tag in the next part" And REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!!

Y/N was nervous. Attending parties wasn't something she was used to, especially in the Capitol. Her father always reminded her not to trust anyone, and distrust had become second nature to her. Tigris, her friend, had borrowed her a dress, even though her father could now afford to buy as many as she wanted. Tigris insisted she needed something special, something she had that would be perfect. When Y/N asked if Tigris was going to wear it, the answer was no; the dress wasn't hers and wouldn't fit, but it would look gorgeous on Y/N. Tigris, with her generous heart, always tried to cheer up Y/N when she cried out of fear and missed her friends from the districts. And surprisingly, Tigris never judged her, perhaps because she shared her own fears and people to care about.

Tigris understood when Y/N called suggesting a girls' night. It was a code for "my father is unbearable, only talks about war, and I want to stay away from him at least tonight." Tigris simply made a list of activities for them, from plucking eyebrows to watching romance movies on TV.

Y/N's dress was stunning, in a bright navy blue shade. And it was the first time she wore heels. Tigris also borrowed her the jewelry. Y/N walked with cautious steps, afraid that someone would look at her and discover she was an imposter. Even though she was part of the Capitol now, she didn't know how people would react.

After almost an hour of pretending to be invisible and enjoying the chocolate dessert on the table, people started leaving the dance floor. They got tired of dancing and were heading for the food, the only activity they seemed to practice. Y/N left the table to get some air; so many people were starting to tire her, even without talking to them yet. Outside, the scenery was beautiful, with a flower-filled garden, water mirrors, and something like an illuminated gazebo. She walked there; it was already night, and she wanted some fresh air. Looking at the night sky was comforting, something shared by everyone, regardless of their districts.

"Hey, this dress looks beautiful on you." She almost had a heart attack; it wasn't for anyone to notice her. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." It was Corio, Tigris's cousin, always kind when he saw her.

"Thank you, it was Tigris…" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"It was my mother's; my grandmother gave it to Tigris, but it suits you much better. Tigris likes things less… simple." A compliment, perhaps?

"Thank you, it's a really beautiful dress." She replied with a smile. Almost too beautiful that it doesn't suit me. She felt guilty for undoing the memory of the boy's mother.

"What are you doing here?" He asked. Y/N couldn't stop looking into his blue eyes; how could someone be so beautiful? It was almost painful.

"I came out to get some air; it was too hot inside." She replied.

"Just when I was about to invite you to dance?" He smiled; my God, he looked even more beautiful smiling. Y/N! What's happening to you?? He's from the Capitol. You shouldn't be getting involved with these people, at least not sincerely.

"Oh, I don't know how to dance." She lied; what if he leaves and forgets that she's wearing his mother's dress. Maybe that's why he's here; he must have confused his feelings. After all, why else would he approach her? Oh, maybe he just wants to be friends with his cousin's friend. Could be, right?

"I can teach you." He was already so close to her; she could feel her heart beating in her throat. "If you want…" He extended his hand to her, and Y/N took it. What harm could it do, after all?

The touch of their skins was electrifying. He placed a hand on her waist, and she breathed; it was as if there wasn't enough air between them. She didn't even realize she was holding her breath. The music could be heard clearly from there, as well as the sound of their feet on the wooden floor.

"Tigris talks a lot about you. I think you're the only friend she really likes. She feels at home with you." There was sincerity in his words.

"We have very similar stories; I also went hungry during the first rebellion." Corio was an intriguing character; Y/N didn't know what his real intentions were. He seemed like a good guy, even if he was closed off.

"I heard your father is sick, is it true?" He seemed slightly concerned. Y/N met Trigis first, because of their parents. They became good friends despite the age difference.

"Oh, yes, it seems that sometimes winning a battle doesn't mean winning the war. The battle ends, but life goes on, and problems still arise." She spoke with a sad and thoughtful voice.

"It's kind of unfair, isn't it?" He asked as they continued to dance slowly.

"What?"

"Having to worry about hunger while there are people inside who claim to be hungry all the time, even without knowing the real meaning." She didn't expect to hear that, at least not from him. Corio seemed quite comfortable among his friends.

"Yes, it's unfair." She replied seriously. "I wish I could change all of this."

"You know, people like you, me, and Tigris. We deserve more; we have to strive to reach the top." Corio was ambitious; anyone could see that.

"I think we're already at the top." Whether she liked it or not, feeling hungry in the Capitol was different from living in the outer districts. At least here, they had a chance to be heard if they spoke at the right time.

"This isn't the top, Y/N." She didn't know how much she needed to hear him say her name until he said it for the first time. "We're in the Capitol, but we're still not at the top."

"What would be the top for you, Corio?"

"Being president. It's the highest position; I'm sure that when I get there, I can really do something." The way he spoke was as if he wanted to improve the country's situation. To be a fair and democratic leader.

"Sorry about the dress; I didn't know it was your mother's." Y/N didn't want to ruin the moment by talking about politics. They would have better opportunities for that.

Tigris probably said something about Corio's mother, but Y/N's memory was terrible.

"It's been a while since she died, in my sister's birth." She could see a glimpse of pain in his eyes.

"I'm sorry."

"The dress looks beautiful on you; I'm glad my grandmother kept it." Y/N's heart skipped a beat.

"Thank you."

All was silent. All was still. But as they looked at each other's eyes, they heard the unmistakable clamor of their own hearts. Corio was getting closer to her, his lips so close to hers. It was like one of the movies she watched with Tigris.

When their lips touched, something ignited inside Y/N; it was as if nothing else existed. It was a feeling that, if cultivated, promised to become addictive, a sweet dependence that she wouldn't be in a hurry to overcome. His lips were soft, an irresistible invitation, and his touch was like a gentle caress, unhurried, as if he wanted to savor every moment of that unique moment. One of Corio's hands held Y/N's waist with care, while the other stroked her face gently and firmly, as if sealing a silent pact between them. The kiss was like a hot summer day in the middle of winter, a comforting surprise that transported her to a place where there was only the softness of Corio's lips and the delicate and firm touch of his hands.

It was a kiss that transcended time and space, a promise of something deeper and more intense that awaited on the horizon. Breaking the kiss, the gaze they exchanged contained the promise of a future that, at that moment, seemed full of exciting possibilities. The world around them may have continued in silence, but within them, the melody of that kiss would echo for a long time.

The first kiss was a revelation, a sublime experience that transcended circumstances. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to attribute part of this enchantment to the beauty of the setting, but above all to the even more dazzling figure of Coriolanus. At that moment, for the first time, Y/N felt truly beautiful, removed from the ruthless clutches of war. It was as if, for a brief moment, she found the calm before the storm.

Although she wanted to prolong the kiss, Y/N interrupted it, yielding to the inevitable need for a pause. Their gazes intertwined in silence, a communication deeper than any words could express. Coriolanus's eyes, an ocean of blue fascination, were irresistible, and Y/N felt submerged in the intensity of that gaze. Withdrawing gently, she sought refuge on a nearby bench, and Corio, in silence, took a seat beside her. Hesitation hung between them, neither daring to initiate the next exchange of words.

"Did you enjoy the chocolate dessert, didn't you?" Corio's soft voice broke the silence, eliciting a sincere laugh from Y/N. Had he noticed the taste of chocolate on her lips, or had he just watched her during the dance in the hall? The question lingered in the air, hovering between them, lacking the courage to be asked.

"I loved it," confessed Y/N, although she couldn't determine if she was talking about the dance, the dessert, or the kiss. Perhaps all the options were correct.

"You lied to me," accused the young Snow.

"What?" Y/N laughed again.

"You said you didn't know how to dance." The accusation came with a smile from Corio.

"Maybe," she replied, smiling.

Hours unfolded in deep conversations, a natural harmony between Y/N and Corio. Words flowed, laughter echoed, and the kiss, a magical moment that both chose to ignore, was never mentioned again. Corio, a dreamer aligned with Y/N's aspirations, revealed remarkable ambition and unwavering confidence. Meanwhile, Y/N still struggled with uncertainties about her destiny, eager to capture some of the determination radiating from Corio.

It was the ultimate moment when Y/N felt truly connected to Corio. At that moment, she sincerely believed that he was destined for an extraordinary future as a student in the Capitol. With the passage of time, that memory became nostalgic, a pearl of an irrecoverable past.

In present times, in the Capitol (4 years later)

Y/N, immersed in reverie, contemplated a photo taken with Tigris during the ball. After this glimpse of the past, resentment towards Corio increased. How could he get so close so quickly and distance himself just as fast? They could have continued. However, after that winter break that year, Snow didn't spend more than 5 seconds near her. Their interactions were limited to fights, but even so, Y/N couldn't ignore the boy's beauty.

A last dance preceded the Plinth Prize weekend. It would be an opportunity to meet Corio again, four years after that memorable kiss, in drastically altered circumstances. Y/N awaited eagerly, sometimes questioning her sanity, pondering if everything that woman had said would come true. Corio would graduate, go to university, meet someone, and find happiness. He wouldn't become a murderer, let alone a dictator.

Y/N couldn't help but notice that something had changed in Corio since that first kiss. The boy who was once dreamy and affable now exhibited a more closed-off side, as if a shadow had settled in his soul. Every word was measured, and his smiles were scarce, replaced by a serious and concerned expression.

Corio had become more abrupt, and the lightness that characterized his personality seemed to have been replaced by intense seriousness. Y/N noticed that he closed himself off, keeping a distance that didn't exist before. That touch of softness and charm, present in the boy who taught her to dance and gave her an unforgettable kiss, had turned into an aura of tension.

Y/N remembered one of their first fights.

In a classroom full of tension and academic expectations, the teacher announced with a firm voice, "For the next assignment, we'll have randomly assigned pairs." The students' gazes met, a mixture of anxiety and curiosity. Among them were Y/N and Corio, both already known for their rivalries and fierce competitions.

The draw took place, and fate decided that Y/N and Corio would be partners in the next academic endeavor. A wave of murmurs ran through the room, accompanied by intrigued looks directed at the two protagonists.

On a cold study afternoon in the library, Y/N was immersed in her books, tracing meticulous notes and underlining important passages. Corio, on the other hand, flipped through pages with a serious expression, focused on absorbing all available knowledge.

As the hours passed, tension grew. Each had their own approach to the task, and soon the differences became apparent. Y/N preferred to explore ideas and theories more broadly, while Corio delved into specific details, prioritizing accuracy.

"You need to focus, Y/N. These assignments will shape our academic future," said Corio, his tone a mixture of concern and impatience.

Y/N lifted her eyes from the books, facing Corio with a resistant expression. "I'm not disregarding the importance, Corio. I just believe that there are more ways to learn than simply burying yourself in books all the time."

Y/N's words hit Corio like a challenge, and his response came with an unexpected intensity. "Do you think you can afford not to dedicate yourself entirely to studies? The competition here is fierce, Y/N, and only the best succeed." The discussion unfolded, and sharp words flew between them like arrows. Y/N advocated the idea that university life should be more than just grades and rankings, while Corio insisted that the path to success was paved with tireless effort and dedication.

The tension reached its peak when Y/N, driven by frustration, accused Corio of having lost the ability to dream and live beyond academic expectations. Corio, in turn, responded with the accusation that Y/N was being naive and reckless about her future.

The argument, fueled by intense emotions and fundamental differences, echoed through the silent library, drawing curious glances from other students trying to focus on their own studies. As the inflamed words dissipated, Y/N and Corio stared at each other, aware that they had crossed a line separating their views, revealing the depth of the differences that now threatened the stability of their relationship. The ensuing silence was laden with resentment and the bitter feeling that something significant, beyond grades and books, was shattering between them.

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Hiiii I luv your blog! I was wondering if you could do some hcs for mal, chris and Duncan with a s/o that has age regression and their little age is about 3-5ish if u dont know what agere is look it up im bad at explaining. Ok byeeeee

🐠🎀 𝐌𝐚𝐥, 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫! 🎀🐠

(ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀᴇɢʀᴇꜱꜱɪᴏɴ ᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ɪɴꜱɪᴅᴇ ᴛʜᴇ 3-5 ʏᴇᴀʀꜱ ᴏʟᴅ ɢᴀᴘ)

A/N -> The reader's attitude when they are on their little space is based on my best friend's who's also an agere and also on some researching I did by myself, so sorry if this is not accurate in some point of the headcanons, thanks for reading ^^

♥🔥🄼🄰🄻🔥♥

♥🔥 -> Despite him being a full-on maniac with other people, with you, his beautiful partner is definitely more caring and calm, even if it's hard to see to the outsiders.

♥🔥 -> So, when you are finally able to open up to him about your age regression he is calmly telling you that he doesn't care about it, not in a negative way, but instead in a way of telling you he'll still love you and care about you the same.

♥🔥 -> Let's now move on to his behavior when you're age regressed, okay? <3

♥🔥 -> He is very gentle with his movements, not wanting by any chance to scare your little mind.

♥🔥 -> His resting bitch-face is still on but you can tell by his actions and body language that he means no harm, so you are relaxed on his presence.

♥🔥 -> If you like playing games when you are in your little space then he is all for playing hide and seek.

♥🔥 -> Just don't expect him to be all excited when trying to find you because he'll be rolling his eyes almost all the time and will walk slowly and with some sort of mumbling you can't understand lol.

♥🔥 -> He'll also be like ❝Oh, where'd did Y/N go? I can't find them anywere!❞ with the most deadpan face you'll ever seen and the most sarcastic tone of voice while you're hiding behind a lamp.

♥🔥 -> If you are more of a cuddly agere, then he'll gladly sit in the sofa watching the TV while you curl into his side, his hand sometimes going to ruffle your hair slightly.

♥🔥 -> If you draw or do little handcrafts when you are in your little space he will compliment them with a little genuine smile, and If you happen to gift something to him he will out your drawing on the fridge or put your little hand made gift on top of one of his bedroom shelfs.

♥✨🄲🄷🅁🄸🅂✨♥

♥✨ -> Chris McLean it'd be eh?

♥✨ -> We all know that he is internally a child and by that I mean that when you are in your little space it is going to be an experience to remember!

♥✨ -> He'll be grinning smugly while he picks you up and gives you piggyback rides (only if you are comfortable with that ofc).

♥✨ -> He'll also love playing with you.

♥✨ -> Nothing too much, but maybe a bit of tag or hide and seek.

♥✨ -> He'll probably get tired after 10 minutes or playing but at least he tried lol 💀

♥✨ -> He will play dress up with you and sure as hell will bring Chef along lmao.

♥✨ -> You will watch as the two of them get dressed like women and start chatting with that high-pitched voice and pretend they're in a tea party with you.

♥✨ -> The two of them will be having the time of their lives while doing so lmao 😂

♥✨ -> He'll also let you do his makeup.

♥✨ -> Please, and I insist, PLEASE use blue coloured eye shadow and barbie pink lipstick, you can also add rimmel and brush.

♥✨ -> He will keep the makeup on for a long time, probably until he hears someone knocking on the door on smth, and then he'll rush to take it off in two seconds because he knows that whoever it is will tease him about it for EVER.

♥✨ -> He is also up to just get into bed and cuddle while the TV plays your favourite or comfort show for a while.

♥✨ -> He'll probably be reading stuff on his phone or chatting with Chef but he will pay attention if you ask him to.

♥🍏 🄳🅄🄽🄲🄰🄽 🍏♥

♥🍏 -> Okay, this boy is definitely more laid back than Chris but not as deadpan as Mal.

♥🍏 -> He would love to play hide and seek with you.

♥🍏 -> Like LOVE.

♥🍏 -> But, you know, not the classical version, that one version in which you play with the lights off.

♥🍏 -> Of course if that makes you scared he will stop.

♥🍏 -> But if you enjoy it then he will gladly seek for you in the house and then yell "boo!" when he finds you, tuckling you in his arms.

♥🍏 -> If you want, he can take you to the nearest park so you can play in the swings or enjoy yourself in the monkey bars.

♥🍏 -> If there is any food you like especially he will try and make it, or buy it in case it's a sweet/pastry/dessert, and you both will enjoy it after lunch.

♥🍏 -> If you are a more calm agere, then he'll gladly put a blanket on the living room floor and lay there with you.

♥🍏 -> You two can play palm/clap games if you like them!

♥🍏 -> If you want to sleep then he'll gladly tuck you in bed and then get in with you.

♥🍏 -> He'll probably rest as usual, his arms above his head in a comfy way, and you can curl up to his side resting your head on his chest if you want.

♥🍏 -> He can also tell you stories from when he was in JUVIE, obviously changing the dark/gory parts and changing the context slightly so you think it's just a very unusual and funny fairytale.

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