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dewdropdinosaur · 27 days

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White Gold Glitters Too

ALASTOR x READER SMUT

Summary: Lucifer takes too much of a liking to Alastor's wife and he seeks to claim her and prove his dominance. Fucking her for Lucifer to hear sounds like a good option.

Warnings: NSFW/18+. MINORS DO NOT ENGAGE. You are responsible for your own media consumption.

Oral Sex, Reader has a Vagina, Heavy Sex, C*m, Implied P in V Sex, Jealous Fucking, Mention of Restraints, Tentacles

I have never written smut before...so I am sorry.

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Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel, was known for his charismatic yet enigmatic presence. He ruled over his domain with a devilish grin and a penchant for blood. But beneath his charming facade lay a heart that beat fiercely for one person: his beloved wife, Y/N.

Y/N was the epitome of grace and beauty, with a kindness that melted even the most hardened of souls. She had captured Alastor's heart as soon as they had entered through the doors of the hotel, and he would do anything to keep her by his side. Having been newly wed, Alastor’s possessive nature seemed to rear its head often when it came to his bride.

However, trouble brewed when Lucifer, the fallen angel and hellish king himself, began to take an seeming interest in Y/N. His smooth words and suave demeanor drew her attention, much to Alastor's dismay. Alastor’s confidence was shaken when Lucifer Morningstar began to show a keen interest in Y/N. Despite her loyalty to Alastor, Lucifer's suave demeanor and irresistible charisma stirred a jealousy deep within Alastor's demonic heart.

It has begun innocently enough, with Lucifer's smooth compliments and flirtatious gestures towards Y/N whenever they crossed paths. Then it turned to a hand atop hers or brushing hair out of her face while she worked on fixing up the hotel. At first, Alastor attempted to suppress his jealousy, masking his feelings with his trademark grin and witty remarks. But as Lucifer's advances towards Y/N became more pronounced, Alastor's facade began to crack.

One fateful evening, as the flames of Hell danced in the distance, Alastor found himself unable to contain his simmering jealousy any longer. He watched from a distance as Lucifer flirted shamelessly with Y/N, his patience wearing thin with each passing moment.

His once cheerful demeanor turned dark as he became increasingly passive-aggressive, making evil eyes at the short king(yes my dears, narrators can make a joke occasionally.) But still, Lucifer persisted in his advances, seemingly unfazed by Alastor's silent warnings. Y/N, momentarily stepping away at Charlie’s call for some assistance, left the two men alone in the lobby.

“Well, well, if it isn't the charming Lucifer. Quite the show you're putting on tonight”

Lucifer smirked, “Ah, Alastor, always a pleasure to see you. And might I say, your wife looks positively radiant this evening. You picked a good one.”

Alastor forced a smile, a natural habit of his that was wearing on him. “Why, thank you, Lucifer. She does tend to have that effect, doesn't she? Though I must say, your interest in her appearance is unexpected.”

“Oh, Alastor, there's no harm in appreciating beauty when it's right in front of you. And your wife is truly a sight to behold.” Lucifer leaned closer, using his elbow to nudge Alastor in the ribs playfully; unaware of the brewing violence in the red demon before him. Or maybe he did know and elected to ignore it. Lucifer did get terribly bored.

Alastor spoke firmly through clenched teeth “Indeed, she is. But I must warn you, Lucifer, my patience wears thin when it comes to matters of the heart.”

“Just engaging in some harmless conversation. Does that bother you?

“Of course, how silly of me to assume otherwise.” Both men quipped back and forth so sarcastically it could've been considered the eight deadly sin.

Returning from aiding the princess, Y/N resumed her place by Alastor’s side and back into the conversation. Unable to contain his jealousy any longer, Alastor put a hand on his wife’s shoulder and looked towards Y/N with a forced smile plastered on his face. "Darling, would you care for a stroll?" he offered, his voice dripping with false sweetness.

Y/N, oblivious to the turmoil raging within her husband, nodded with a smile and waved goodbye to Lucifer. As they walked through the dimly lit corridors of Hell, Alastor's mind seethed with anger and resentment.

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Alastor halted abruptly and turned to face Y/N. "Tell me, my dear, what is it about Lucifer that captivates you so?" he demanded, his words laced with bitterness.

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden change in Alastor's demeanor. "Alastor, what are you talking about? Lucifer is just being friendly," she protested, confusion etched on her face.

"Friendly? Yes, that's one way to put it. Though, his friendliness seems rather... focused, wouldn't you say?"

Y/N glanced at Alastor, sensing the tension in his voice. She attempted to defuse the situation with a reassuring smile.

Y/N: "Alastor, there's no need to worry. You know where my heart lies."

Alastor's smile tightened, his grip on Y/N's hand becoming just a tad too firm.

Alastor: "Of course, my dear. I'm well aware. But it's amusing, isn't it? How Lucifer seems to find you so... intriguing."

Y/N shot Alastor a puzzled look, sensing the underlying resentment in his words.

"Alastor, you're being awfully aggressive. Is something bothering you?"

Alastor's grin widened, but there was a dangerous glint in his eyes as he turned his gaze back to Lucifer.

Alastor: "Bothering me? Not at all, my dear. Just finding it fascinating how Lucifer can't seem to keep his eyes off you. Quite the dilemma, wouldn't you agree?

Alastor refused to be swayed by her words. With a fierce determination, he pulled Y/N flush to his chest and pushed her back against the wall, his grip possessive and demanding. Peering down into her eyes, his own glowed with a dark green hue.

"I'll show you who the better man is, my dear," he growled, his crimson eyes blazing with intensity as he slammed his lips to capture hers. Moaning into the kiss, Y/N slowly brought her hands up to find themselves tangled in Alastor’s red locks.

Trailing his hand up to her waist, Alastor gave it a tight squeeze that made his wife squeak. Chuckling at the reaction, both their lips remained interlocked for what seemed an eternity. Deciding she had enough teasing, Y/N grabbed hold of Alastor’s cane and used its shadows to transport them to their shared bedroom. Taking the hint, Alastor walked their bodies to the king sized bed and laid down on the red silken sheets. Now with back flush against the mattress, Y/N wasted no time in relocking her lips back to her husband's.

Nimble fingers traced up her waist, tugging softly on the waistband of her shorts before suddenly ripping them off of her body. Exposed to the cool air, Y/N let out a gasp of surprise that was quickly replaced with a lewd moan as Alastor traced a knuckle up her clothed core.

“Darling, tsk tsk. We haven’t even begun and you are drenching my fingers through these clothes.” Continuing to drag his finger across her pantie-clad slit, Alastor mumbled the words into the base of her neck.

“Stop–fuck–stop teasing Al.”

“Oh but dear, that’s half the fun.” Despite his words, he obliged her request by removing the offending garment from her body. Working his way down, his face ended between her thighs. His eyes widened at the glittering white gold slick that painted her hole.

“Gorgeous darling, glittering gorgeous.” Diving in, his tongue lapped up all the juices that spilled from her needy cunt. Sucking softly here and there while delving as deep as his tongue would allow(he would not admit to using magic to make it longer), Y/N let out wanton moans and lewd hisses of pleasure. Gripping the sheets beneath her as her eyes remained shut in ecstasy. To make matters worse, or better depending on who you ask, Alastor inserted his finger into her while continuing to feast. He could see her holding back some of her noises, desperate to control her lust.

"Darling, do not hide from me."

"But normally you don't want people to hear--"

"That does not apply today. Let all of Hell and that filthy king know you are mine."

Stretching her open, he added another finger; scissoring her wide. Y/n’s eyes rolled into the back of her head and her body involuntarily shifted away from the overstimulating assault. Taking his other hand, Alastor placed it on her hip and held her in place.

“Unless you would like to be restrained, I insist you remain in place.” Perking up at the thought, Y/N gulped. Being restrained by Alastor’s slick tentacles, forcing her legs open so he could do as he pleased; letting him use them to fill every hole piqued her interest. Perhaps for another time.

The thoughts and stimulation from Alastor’s mouth and his fingers nearly had her cumming, mumbling incoherently for just a bit more to push her over the edge. Smirking, Alastor brought a third finger into her hole, its walls squeezing onto him for dear life. Using his thumb to rub against her clit, the stimulation was bearing nearly too much.

“Go on Y/N. Tell me….tell me how I can only make you feel this good. That even the King of Hell couldn’t make you cum just from his fingers.”

That’s what did it, Y/N felt the coil in her stomach snap as she cried Alastor’s name. Surely, the whole hotel had heard her by now. Just as Alastor wanted. Cum now coated his fingers and the bedsheets below as her high overtook her senses and she saw stars.

Drawing his fingers slowly out of her and bringing them to his lips, Alastor sucked on the white gold juices. Both parties covered in a layer of thin sweat, panting heavily and overcome with arousal. Walking his hands forward till both of his arms caged her in on the bed and she could feel his growing bulge against her thighs, Alastor whispered darkly.

“Now dear, feel like letting Lucifer know how good round two is about to feel?”

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writingwithfolklore · 7 months

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Punctuation Rules

Punctuation is like the very last thing I actively think about when writing something (what's the point of fixing the punctuation of a sentence you'll end up taking out or editing anyway?) but it is still an important step!

Having proper punctuation increases your credibility and the overall quality of your work. Also, it’s doubly important in professional work, emails, and resumes. With that, let’s get into it!

Commas

We use them all the time. We get them wrong all the time. There are six rules for where you can use commas:

Use to separate items in a list or series:

The book was long, tedious, and painful.

The comma after tedious is called the Oxford’s comma. Feel free to debate if you need it in the reblogs, but you won’t get in trouble professionally if you use it or leave it out (in most cases.) It always comes before ‘and’ in a list to prevent confusion of the items:

I ran into my mother, my best friend and a scientist. (1 person?)

Is very different from

I ran into my mother, my best friend, and a scientist. (3 people)

2. Use to separate independent clauses, with a coordinating conjunction.

An independent clause is just a sentence that makes sense on its own.

A coordinating conjunction is: and, but, or so.

Miley had a ton of work to do, so she set her alarm early.

3. Use after an introductory statement.

Introductory statements begin with many different words, but typically: Before, after, when, while, as soon as, etc.

Before her first class, Stacy looked up her prof on Rate Your Teacher.

Main point about this, “Before her first class” is not an independent clause, it needs a second part.

4. Use to surround info in a sentence

This info is not essential to the sense-making of the sentence, but it should be relevant.

Parents, no matter how skilled, cannot function at 100% all the time.

5. Addresses and Dates

6. And with direct quotes

Important for essay writing.

Casey said, “I hate this house!”

Colons:

Introduce a list after a complete sentence:

I have three favourite foods: spaghetti, chowder, and garlic bread.

2. Use after ‘the following’ or ‘as follows’

Please provide the following information: your date of birth, full name, and address.

3. Don't use with sentence fragments

A sentence fragment is an unfinished sentence (that doesn’t make sense on its own).

My favourite foods are: spaghetti, chowder, and garlic bread.

This is wrong because, “My favourite foods are.” Isn’t an independent clause.

4. Introduce an explanation

My parents ask one thing of me: that I try my hardest.

5. Introduce a quotation

Mom always quoted the bible: “The truth will set you free.”

6. And times (12:00)

Semi-Colon:

Not super common, but makes you look good if you can use it properly.

Separate two related independent clauses

I never drink Starbucks; it tastes burnt.

2. Similar, but with conjunctions: however, moreover, therefore, nevertheless, etc.

I don’t like Starbucks; however, it does the job.

Agatha didn’t witness anything; nevertheless, she was called in to court.

3. Use to avoid misreading in a series

The invited guests are the club leader; the treasurer; the new member, Jason Tanner; and Wanda Johnson, the investor.

Semicolons clarify the separation between the four people. Had it been, “The club leader, the treasurer, The new member, Jason Tanner…” it would seem that the new member and Jason Tanner are two different people.

Apostrophes – Possessive

‘s shows possession of a singular noun

The girl’s parents were quite rich.

2. S’ shows possession of a plural noun

The students’ books were all over the place. (there are multiple students who have books)

3. ‘s to singular words ending in s, and nouns that are plural

My boss’s office My children’s toys

Apostrophes – Contractions

Use to combine two words (they are, he is, there is, etc.)

It is -> It’s a beautiful park They are -> They’re really good friends You are -> you’re good at this and so on.

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melzula · 6 months

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Break Apart

pairing: Zuko x princess!reader

notes: i know i’ve said previously that i don’t like going backwards with fire lilies but i feel like i didn’t do this scene justice the first time so i decided to rework the piece. plus i think revisiting this scene will be important before starting smoke and shadow

summary: your peaceful life with Zuko comes crashing down in the crystal catacombs of Ba Sing Se.

~ part of the fire lilies series ~

You pull the shutters apart and let the sun shine through your new home in Ba Sing Se. The morning is just getting started, and as Iroh begins fixing breakfast for your little family you take it upon yourself to begin the day’s chores before it’s time to head to work. It’s been a long week, what with Zuko’s sickness and the hassle of moving into the Upper Ring, and you’re beginning to feel worn out from the emotional turmoil, but you do your best to keep these feelings to yourself in order to not ruin Iroh’s excitement for the opening of his tea shop. At least one of you gets to live out the life you dreamed for yourself in the city.

You eventually end up outside hanging the freshly washed clothes to dry, brows furrowed in thought as you pin the fabrics to the clothesline and hum a song Iroh used to perform for you during your day’s on Zuko’s ship. You’re too engrossed in your work to notice you have company, and it isn’t until you hear someone gently clear their throat that you turn to see Zuko standing before you with a smile on his face and two bowls of pongi in his hands.

“You’re up early,” you note with a raised brow before accepting his offering of breakfast.

“I wanted to have breakfast with you,” he says with a gentle smile as the two of you seat yourselves on the steps of your apartment. “It’s a beautiful day out, isn’t it?”

“Yes, I suppose,” you reply carefully, unused to his positive demeanor. “You’re not still feeling sick, are you?”

He laughs at the way you press the back of your hand to his forehead and feel for his temperature before carefully lowering it down. “I feel better than I ever have before. I’m really starting to like it here, and I wish I could have realized sooner how peaceful life is with you in Ba Sing Se.”

“Uncle was right, you really have undergone a metamorphosis,” you note, half teasing and half serious as you take a bite of your pongi. “But I’m happy you’re finally deciding to give the city a chance, my love.”

“It’s something I should have done sooner, and I plan to make up for all the time I wasted being miserable instead of enjoying my new life with you. I love you, y/n, and I’m going to make things right for us.”

You’re pleasantly caught off guard by the sweet kiss Zuko gives you after tenderly cupping your face in his hands and pulling you forward to meet his lips. You easily melt at his touch like you always do, and for a moment you’re able to forget all the hurt and insecurity you’ve felt for the last few years. Your relationship had suffered a few rough patches recently, and you worried that you’d never be enough for Zuko no matter how hard you tried, but it seemed that things were finally beginning to fall into place, and you could live the life you’d always dreamed of since running away with Zuko.

Finally parting from the kiss, he gifts you a sweet kunik before pulling away and taking your empty bowl of pongi with him. “I have to start getting ready for the grand opening of the Jasmine Dragon. You’ll be there, won’t you?”

“Of course. Miss Tai is letting me leave my shift early today so I can be there,” you assure him with a smile. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“I love you,” Zuko utters earnestly in response, “and I’m happy you’re still here with me.”

You longingly watch his form retreat inside, already beginning to miss his touch. But you have work to do before your shift at the dress shop, so you rise from your seat on the steps and resume hanging the laundry to dry.

Life is going to be perfect now, you can feel it.

~~~

The opening of the Jasmine Dragon was a success, so successful, in fact, that the Earth King himself has invited Iroh to serve tea in the palace.

The Earth Kingdom palace is certainly different from the palace you grew up in, and though you yourself are technically royalty you feel as if you don’t belong in such a grand space. The dress Miss Tai had loaned you and the way she had styled your hair for you at least makes you look the part, and you make sure to be on your best behavior as you wait with Iroh and Zuko for the king to arrive.

You neatly set out the cups as Iroh begins pouring the tea with a pleased smile on his face while a restless Zuko surveys the room for any sign of the king.

“What’s taking so long?”

“Maybe the king overslept,” Iroh suggests, prompting you to raise your brow at his unlikely explanation.

“He’s a busy man, Zuko. I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” you assure him, but the former Prince isn’t convinced so easily. The sudden appearance of Dai Li agents only furthers his apprehension as they begin to close in on your little trio.

“Something’s not right,” he utters anxiously, and as your gaze falls upon the shifty eyes of the agents before you you find yourself slowly pulling the tea pot towards you in preparation for bending.

“It’s tea time,” a familiar voice chimes prompting Zuko to immediately rise to his feet. The mere sight of the Princess is enough to prompt you to bend the tea out of the pot, and though it isn’t much you’re able to close your fists and produce small blades of water that shoot sharply from your palms. It’s a move you’ve seen Zuko perform countless times with fire, and it’s a move that you’ve managed to perfect just as easily with water.

“Azula!” He scowls only for her to smirk in response.

“Have you met the Dai Li agents yet? They’re earth benders, but they have a killer instinct that’s so fire bender. I just love it,” she punctuates with a clenched fist before her eyes shift to your makeshift water daggers. “I see that’s something you’re trying to mimic, Princess. Such a cute little trick.”

“It isn’t so hard,” you reply with a relaxed shrug much to Azula’s dismay.

“But of course,” she sneers disapprovingly at your lack of fear for her.

Breaking the silence, Iroh suddenly says, “Did I ever tell you how I got the nickname the Dragon of the West?”

“I’m not interested in a lengthy anecdote, Uncle,” she scoffs with a bored expression, but Iroh merely smiles.

“It’s more of a demonstration, really,” he explains before taking a sip from his cup of tea. Before you can even process what’s happening, the man quickly pulls both you and Zuko behind him before exhaling a breath of fire around the room. With the Dai Li temporarily disabled, you’re able to make your escape out of the palace.

Using a blast of lightning to break through the walls, both Iroh and yourself make the jump through the hole and land down below in the the shrubbery. However, Zuko doesn’t follow behind, and instead you’re forced to watch him chase after Azula.

“We have to help him!” You cry only for Iroh to stop you.

“Even with our abilities combined we will not be able to outmatch both Azula and the Dai Li agents on our own,” he utters carefully.

“Then what are we to do? We can’t just leave him behind,” you express worriedly. You have no idea what Azula has in store for her brother, and you don’t want to leave Zuko in her clutches long enough to find out. You know Iroh’s right, but you can’t just sit and do nothing.

“We’ll have to get help,” Iroh notes thoughtfully, and you’re left with no choice but to blindly follow the man as he begins to head back towards the city.

“Help from who?”

~~~~

It’s safe to say Iroh and yourself are the last two people the Avatar and his friends expected to see at their doorstep, but you’re not left with many other options.

“Princess?!” Sokka exclaims in surprise at the sight of you as you gift him a meager wave of hello in return. The last time you’d seen each other had been during the siege of the North, so it was safe to say he was more than surprised to see you here in Ba Sing Se. “What’s going on? Have you finally come to your senses and decided to leave Zuko?”

“What? No!” You cry indignantly much to the boy’s disappointment. “It’s the opposite, actually. We came to ask for your help.”

“Princess Azula is here in Ba Sing Se,” Iroh explains gravely.

“She must have Katara!”

“She has captured my nephew, as well.”

“Then we’ll work together to fight Azula,” the Avatar expressed firmly, “and save Zuko and Katara.”

“Whoa, there,” Sokka interjects immediately. “You lost me at ‘Zuko.’”

“I know how you must feel about my nephew, but believe me when I tell you there is good in him,” Iroh insists earnestly, but Sokka doesn’t budge.

“Good inside him isn’t enough!” He insists. “Why don’t you come back when it’s outside him, too, okay?”

“Sokka,” you call gently, eyes full of sincerity and a hint of guilt as the Water Tribe boy meets your gaze. “Please understand. We just want him back safe. I need him back safe. I know Zuko has done horrible things to you and your friends, things I don’t expect you to forgive, but we don’t stand a chance against Azula and the Dai Li on our own.”

“Katara is in trouble,” Aang reiterates to a contemplative Sokka, your words swimming in his thoughts. The mere look of sadness on your face is almost enough to make him cave in, but not quite. “All of Ba Sing Se is in trouble. Working together is our best chance.”

After a moment’s pause, Sokka finally relents. Relief immediately washes over you now that you know the Avatar and his friends are going to help you get Zuko back. “Thank you, Aang. Your kindness means more than you know.”

“I’m just returning the favor,” the boy says with a sheepish smile, prompting you to recall fondly your first meeting with him on Zuko’s ship long ago.

With the Avatar’s help, you stand a chance now, and as your group heads to the crystal catacombs you once again feel that sense of hope grow in your heart.

Once this little bump in the road is over, you can resume your perfect life with Zuko, all you need to do is just get through the day.

And you will.

~~~

You journey underground with Iroh and the Avatar to the crystal catacombs, tuning out their conversation as your mind reels over your worry for Zuko. It figures that after having such a perfect day the universe would throw something like this at you. But that’s just the way your relationship was, and anytime a hurdle had been cast your way you’d always been able to overcome it. This time would be no different.

After finally arriving in the crystal cave, you’re quick to lift the skirt of your dress and sprint towards Zuko before flinging yourself into his arms.

“You’re okay!” You exclaim, voice coated with relief.

“What are you doing traveling with the Avatar?” He asks, almost as if he’s insulted by Aang’s mere presence.

“Saving you, that’s what,” Aang replies testily, prompting Zuko to lunge forward only for Iroh to hold him back.

“We wouldn’t have been able to find you without him,” you explain truthfully. “Please don’t be upset.”

Zuko had never really gotten over your little stunt back on his ship when you’d helped the Avatar escape, so seeing you by Aang’s side again felt like rubbing salt in the Prince’s wound. He was trying to be better for you, but the conflict within him still remained.

“Zuko, it’s time we talked,” Iroh says before encouraging Katara and Aang to move ahead without your group.

“Why, Uncle?” Zuko asks softly, hurt clear in his voice. Your gentle eyes meet his own and he looks away in shame, unable to return your gaze. He knows he’s disappointed you too many times to count, but he’s not sure how much longer he can keep up this charade of pretending to be happy in this dirt prison you now call home. He doesn’t want to admit this to you, but the conflict within him continues to fester.

“You are not the man you used to be, Zuko. You are stronger and wiser and freer than you have ever been,” Iroh says proudly. “And now you have come to the crossroads of your destiny. It is time for you to choose. It is time for you to choose good.”

A hopeful smile plays upon your lips at Iroh’s words, but it is quickly wiped away by the sudden rumbling of the cave. Before you can even process what’s happening, Iroh and yourself are encased in crystal.

“Y/n!” Zuko exclaims, but he isn’t left with time to free you once Azula appears with the Dai Li at her side.

“I expected this kind of treachery from Uncle and your little girlfriend,” she says sharply, “but Zuko, Prince Zuko, you’re a lot of things, but you’re not a traitor, are you?”

“Release them immediately!” He demands firmly, his hardest gaze focused on Azula. The crystals dig uncomfortably into your sides and pin your limbs in cramped positions, but you have enough movement in your wrists to bend should you need to.

“Are you sure? I think the crystals are quite flattering on y/n, don’t you?” Azula goads playfully to an unamused Zuko.

As his sister tries to fill his head with promises of redemption and honor in exchange for his help, and as Iroh tries to persuade him in the right direction, you focus your attention on looking for any source of water to help you. Your eyes land on a trickle of water that drops from the roof, but you don’t make your move until Azula has left the room.

“Zuko, you have to help Aang and Katara. If Azula and the Dai Li catch up to them they won’t be able to fight them off on their own,” you express urgently as you use your free hands to pull the droplets of water towards you. “Iroh and I will be right behind you.”

You’re too engrossed in your escape plan at first to notice that Zuko doesn’t budge, but when you lift your gaze to see he hasn’t moved at all a frown quickly pulls at your lips. “Zuko?”

A sense of dread washes over you at his lack of response, and for a moment you fear that perhaps Azula had gotten to him, but then he finally moves to meets your gaze. The green crystals of the catacombs reflect beautifully in your tired eyes, and Zuko can’t help but try to commit the scene to his memory. It will probably be the last good one he’ll be able to keep of you.

He finally gives you a silent nod in response, but not before urging you to stay behind.

“You’ll be safer here,” he says, and he doesn’t give you a chance to argue as he runs off in search of Aang, leaving Iroh and yourself behind.

After gathering enough water, you cover the crystal in ice until the intense cold prompts it to crack, and with a firm flick of your wrists the ice and crystal shatter so that you are finally free from the trap. You move to do the same for Iroh, but he quickly shakes his head to stop you.

“You must go and help the Avatar. I will catch up with you shortly,” he assures you. “There isn’t time to waste.”

You give him a firm nod before rushing after Zuko, hoping you’re not too late to offer your help. The crystals had ripped through the skirt of your dress, and though you felt guilty for ruining the clothes Miss Tai had lent you, you’re grateful for the range of motion the tattered fabric now gives you. Hopefully Zuko won’t be too mad at you for disobeying his request.

The commotion in the catacombs has you pushing yourself to run faster, but when you finally reach your destination you’re quick to skid to a stop at the sight before you.

Katara has Azula in her grasp, and it’s clear that the Fire Princess is at a disadvantage. Zuko’s back is turned to you, and at first it looks as if he’s about to help the water bender. But when his blast of flames cuts through her water arms and frees his sister you’re left with a dreadful conclusion.

Your heart sinks to your stomach as you realize Zuko hadn’t come here to help the Avatar- he’d come to defeat him.

“Zuko…” you utter softly, your features riddled with heartbreak and disappointment as he finally turns to look at you after hearing the sound of your voice. The eyes of the boy that stare coldly at you now are not the same ones that once used to look upon you with nothing but love and adoration.

There is no remorse or guilt on his features, but there is anger and resentment. He’s never looked upon you this way, fury blazing along his irises as if you’re the enemy, as if he hated you.

“How kind of you to join us, Princess,” Azula calls with a taunting smile. You swallow harshly and stand frozen in place, too in shock to move. But then she gestures to Zuko, and a sickness settles in your stomach as he slowly begins to approach you.

“Zuko, stop. This isn’t you,” you beg desperately, cowering away from his menacing figure. “Please, don’t do this.“

“This is me,” he says gravely. “You just didn’t want to see it.”

You can’t help but let out a scream as he shoots a blast of fire towards you, and you’re barely quick enough to form a wall of water to block his attack. His moves are relentless, but no matter how many times he strikes you don’t dare fight back. Your moves are defensive, for even though he’s turned against you, you can’t bring yourself to hurt him.

“I don’t want to fight you!” You insist, narrowly missing the fire he whips at you.

“Are you sure about that?” He retorts harshly, eyes hard-set on the water swirling in your palms. “You’re afraid of me, you always have been. You think I’m a monster!”

“That’s not true!” You cry desperately as you block another attack.

“You only stayed by my side to try and fix me so you could feel better about yourself. You’re no different than the rest of your people.”

“Zuko,” you gasp in disbelief. “How can you say that?! I love you!”

“You’re just a spoiled little Princess who thinks being a water bender makes her special.”

“Stop it. That’s Azula talking, not you.”

“You left your people to fulfill your own childish dreams of love. What a joke,” he scoffs harshly before hitting you with another blast of flames. “You’re selfish! You’re weak! You’re-“

You don’t want to hear anymore. It’s as if he has your heart in his hands, squeezing it apart with each insult he throws your way. Your Zuko is gone.

He isn’t able to finish his assault as the tsunami like wave of water you send his way sweeps him off his feet and throws him across the catacomb. The water roars deafeningly in your ears, drowning out the sound of the anguished sobs that wrack your body as you finally turning your bending on the one you love.

The rest of the fight seems to be a blur as you do your best to hold off Dai Li agents, but once Azula shoots Aang down with a blast of lighting it’s clear that the battle is lost. The fire siblings are beginning to close in on your group, and in a last ditch effort you find yourself standing protectively in front of Katara and Aang ready to fight for as long as you can. However, you find you don’t need to when Iroh swoops in and saves your group.

“You’ve got to get out of here. I’ll hold them off for as long as I can!” He insists before blocking the Dai Li from reaching you.

You hesitate in your tracks, unsure about leaving behind the man who had become family. As if reading your thoughts, he gives you a firm nod of encouragement. “Go, Princess.”

Swallowing harshly, you urge Katara to her feet and guide her to the waterfall. As she holds Aang’s limp body securely in her grasp, you use your bending to reverse the flow of the water so that it sends your trio upwards. Tears stream steadily down your face, but your gaze remains firm and set straight ahead.

Your relationship with Zuko is over.

~~~

The tide is calm as the Fire Nation ship sails towards the Capital City. After three long years, Zuko is finally returning home. It’s all he’s ever wanted, but for some reason it feels as if something is still missing. There’s a relentless ache in his chest that won’t leave him be, and he can do nothing but stare contemplatively out at the water.

“You seriously can’t still be worried about finally coming home,” a voice calls playfully as cold hands rest upon his tense shoulders. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, you’re practically a hero now.”

“I know that,” Zuko snaps irritably. Mai simply rolls her eyes in response.

“Then what is it?” She retorts only to be met with silence. Her eyes harden suddenly, and she yanks her hands away from him as if revolted by the Prince. “Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that water Princess.”

“Of course not.”

“Sure,” Mai replies flatly, obviously unconvinced. “You don’t need her, Zuko.”

“I know that! She was just a distraction,” he tells her, trying to convince not only Mai but himself of it. “She never really meant anything to me.”

“I wish I could say I feel sorry for her,” Mai says unsympathetically with a bored wave of her hand, “but she must have been an idiot to expect you to live the rest of your life as a peasant.”

“Yeah…” Zuko murmurs quietly, remembering the way your eyes hard sparkled in the catacombs. They shined brighter when they were full of tears, and the image haunted him.

He’s pulled away from his thoughts by Mai’s hands gently guiding his face towards her own. A rare smile plays upon her lips as she pulls him in for a kiss. Zuko returns the gesture, but it’s empty.

He feels absolutely nothing.

~~~

Sokka is hesitant to approach you, unsure if his presence will make things worse for your emotional state. The tears haven’t stopped since you escaped from Ba Sing Se, but he feels awful just sitting there without attempting to comfort you. He never really understood just how someone like you could love Zuko or why you were ever with him in the first place, but all of it meant something to you, and he couldn’t ignore that.

“Hey, are you okay?” He asks gently, well aware of how stupid the question is. Obviously you aren’t, but he isn’t sure what else to say.

“I should have known I’d never be enough for him,” you weep miserably. “I was foolish to think he would ever put me before his need to restore his honor and please his father. How could I have been so naive?!”

“It’s not your fault,” the water tribe boy consoles while placing a comforting hand on your trembling shoulder. “It isn’t naive to want to see the good in people. You tried to find it in Zuko, but it just wasn’t there.”

“I gave up everything for him,” you murmur dully, exhaustion and defeat clear in your features. “And now I have nothing.”

“You have us,” Sokka corrects you with a careful smile. “Trust me, you’re better off without that jerk.”

You carefully wipe away your tears and give Sokka a meek smile in return for his kind words. “Thank you, Sokka. I’m more than grateful for your compassion. I promise to do all I can to help you and your friends defeat the Fire Lord.”

After all this time, after all the hurt and the guilt, all the running and the hiding, you’ve finally left Zuko. And you don’t intend to ever look back.

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munsons-maiden · 8 months

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𝚃𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎

𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 | DI Alec Hardy x female reader 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 | based on this request: Alec uses handcuffs (smut but it's sweet and soft) 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝 | 1.1k 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 | SMUT (DON'T READ if you're under 18!), a tiny bit of edging, handcuffs 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 | my Alec Hardy sideblog is @bloodytwittah. I also write for Crowley (Good Omens) over at @stargazing-crowley 🖤

“Please.”

Your whisper fills the silence of the office, warm breath mingling with his as you arch into his touches, his kisses, chasing every fleeting brush of his fingertips on your skin like it’s a lifeline and you’re caught in a storm.

Well, he is.

And you’ll happily drown in him, in the way his scent is engulfing you, the pine-needle smell of his cologne forever entangled with the ever-present salt in the air.

“Patience is a virtue,” Alec drawls, a quiet laugh painting his voice.

“And stalling is a vice,” you shoot back, but it comes out rather breathless.

Alec has spent what feels like an eternity kissing you, teasing you, fingertips brushing over all the sweet spots where you so desperately need him the most yet never lingering long enough to do anything but stoke your need for him further, letting you chase those fleeting touches nevertheless with growing despair. And impatience.

You can feel his erection pressing against your leg, the outline of it very visible beneath the navy fabric of his pants, but each time you wrap your legs around his waist to drag him closer, drag him right where you need him, he angles himself away from you with a soft, deep chuckle.

You discarded his tie a while ago, and his white dress shirt is undone, revealing his chest, the fine scar running over his sternum where they fixed his heart mere months ago, and the way his dark hair is messy and ruffled – not by the sea breeze for once but by your fingers – makes him look like he should be on the poster for some highly expensive perfume ad.

“We could consult Reverend Coates about the matter,” Alec chuckles softly now, his hot breath ghosting over the side of your neck, teeth grazing the sensitive skin on your pulse point, the soft scratch of his beard sending pleasant shivers up and down your spine.

Your own quip is swallowed by a string of moans as Alec’s fingers stop tracing circles on the inside of your thighs to wander higher, to the spot just above your clit, and you desperately roll your hips up to grind against his fingertips.

But the moans turn into a frustrated groan as he pulls his fingers out of reach once more.

“So impatient,” he breathes. You can feel his smile against your pulse point.

“Alec Hardy,” you tease softly, “Did I just catch you smiling?”

“Don’t tell anyone. Got a reputation to uphold.”

“And of course we wouldn’t want anyone at Broadchurch PD know you’re not as grumpy as you seem.”

“I am grumpy,” Alec quips with a whisper that sends a shiver of need through your body, “Just not when I’m with you.”

Butterflies soar in your chest at his words, and your fingertips in his hair tighten as you pull him into a searing kiss.

“Still. Payback’s gonna be a bitch,” you announce as you pull away just enough to catch your breath, eyes flitting to the clock on the wall over the closed door to his office. Ever since you’ve started dating Alec Hardy, nightly overtime hours have lost their unbidden-ness.

When Alec chuckles softly in response, resuming to map your throat with his lips knowing damn well what it’s doing to you, you feel your own grin curve your lips.

Two can play this game.

Still grinning, you untangle one of your hands from where you’ve been raking your fingers through his soft chocolate hair and let it roam down, underneath the skirt you chose this morning in the hopes it would come in handy later – and good lord, it does.

“What –“ Alec breathes, pulling away from your throat to stare at you, and your grin turns into a sultry smirk as your own fingers spread the wetness that’s been pooling between your thighs as you let your head fall back a little.

His eyes have been darkened by arousal before, but at your little performance, they’ve grown almost black now. It’s nearly enough to send you over the edge right then and there.

“I’m perfectly capable of finishing the job on my own,” you drawl, letting a lewd moan spill from your lips for effect as your fingertips start circling your clit.

It feels good.

It feels amazing.

It doesn’t feel half as amazing as it would if it were his fingers, though, and the cheeky expression on his handsome features tells you he knows that.

For a few moments, Alec stays where he is, eyes dark and devouring as he watches you, before he closes the few inches between the two of you with another searing kiss, his hands leaving your waist to gently grasp your wrists, pulling your hands away.

There’s no firmness in his grasp. If you wanted to, you could easily tear your hands out of his grip.

He’d never be rough with you. He’d never take control without asking for your permission first – Alec Hardy has never been anything but sweet and gentle with you.

Bantering has always been part of your relationship long before you let him into your bed, and it extends into every aspect of your relationship. Which is probably why sex with Alec Hardy is the best you ever had.

And which is probably one of the reasons why, despite his always-mildly-annoyed, grumpy exterior, it didn’t take long for you to fall for Alec Hardy in the first place.

As he gently pushes your hands behind your back, feverish kisses deepening, his clothed erection brushes against your core, and this time, it’s Alec who moans first, a deep, half-suppressed moan spilling from his throat as you roll your hips against him, desperate for more friction, for more of those sinful, sweet noises from him –

A soft click makes your eyes fly open to meet Alec’s smug little smirk.

“Oh no, you didn’t,” you gasp, eyes wide.

His grin turns even cheekier. “Yeah I did.”

The handcuffs he just closed around your wrists rattle softly as you test them, cool metal against your wrists.

“You’re under arrest,” Alec drawls, his Scottish accent growing thicker with his own arousal as he trails sloppy, feverish kisses down the side of your throat, over your collarbone, hands slowly unbuttoning your blouse to unveil the lacy black bra underneath telling him exactly what you were hoping for when you got dressed this morning, “For obstruction of police work.”

“Payback,” you breathe, arching into his kisses and unable to suppress a soft, breathless giggle, “Will be such a bitch, Alec Hardy.”

Your voice breaks as you watch him kneel before you, dark eyes sparking with arousal and affection and just the perfect amount of cheekiness as they hold yours.

He places a single, almost chaste kiss to the inside of your thighs before he breathes, “Then I better start making it up to you now.”

𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢, 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐/𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚜 𝚞𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 🖤

#alec hardy #di alec hardy #alec hardy x reader #di alec hardy x reader #broadchurch #broadchurch fanfiction #david tennant #david tennant x reader

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nameless-ken · 1 month

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Hi, have you seen the trend where the girlfriend asks of they can tie a ribbon around their boyfriends bicep? I was wondering if you could do that with Billy Hargrove.❤️🖤

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Ribbon of Affection

You're sprawled comfortably on the couch, watching Billy as he pumps iron beside you. His parents are away for the weekend, leaving the two of you alone in the house and Max away for a sleepover at El's. With Billy engrossed in his workout routine, you find yourself captivated by the rhythmic flexing of his muscles, especially those enticing biceps that seem to ripple with each movement.

The room is filled with the sound of Billy's focused breathing and the clinking of weights, but your attention remains fixed on him. His determination is admirable, but it's his physicality that truly mesmerizes you.

Unable to resist any longer, you rise from the couch, the ribbon from your hair dangling loosely in your hand. You make your way over to where Billy is, feeling a sudden surge of boldness. With a playful smile, you hold out the ribbon and ask, "Hey Billy, can I tie this around your bicep?"

Billy pauses mid-rep, his gaze shifting from the weights to you. There's a moment of surprise in his eyes, followed by a grin that lights up his face. "Sure, why not?" he replies, setting the weights down and extending his arm towards you.

You step closer, feeling a rush of excitement as you gently wrap the ribbon around his bulging bicep. His skin is warm beneath your fingers, and you can't help but admire the strength and solidity of his arm.

"This is so cute," you remark, tying the ribbon into a loose knot.

Billy chuckles, flexing his arm slightly. "Never thought I'd be accessorizing my muscles during a workout," he says, amused.

As you finish tying the ribbon, you take a step back to admire your handiwork. The ribbon adds a playful touch to Billy's already impressive physique, and you can't help but feel a surge of affection for him.

"Looks good on you," you say with a grin. “One might say sexy even.”

Billy's cheeks flush at your compliment, but he wears a pleased grin nonetheless. "Well, I'll take sexy any day," he replies, his tone teasing with a wink.

You laugh softly, feeling a warmth spread through you at the playful banter. It's moments like these, when the two of you are alone and free from the chaos of the outside world, that you cherish the most.

As Billy resumes his workout, you settle back onto the couch, content to watch him with a newfound appreciation. The afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, casting a soft glow over the room and adding to the sense of intimacy between you.

With each repetition, you can see the effort and determination etched on Billy's face, and it only serves to deepen your admiration for him.

Lost in your thoughts, you hardly notice when Billy finishes his workout and joins you on the couch, his arm brushing against yours. The warmth of his presence is comforting, and you lean into him instinctively, despite his sweatiness.

"Thanks for the ribbon," Billy says softly, lighting a cigarette and taking a big puff.

You smile up at him, feeling a rush of affection for the man beside you. "Anytime," you reply, reaching out to intertwine your fingers with his free hand. "I'm always here to add a little flair to your life."

Billy chuckles, his grip on your hand tightening slightly as he leans in closer. "I wouldn't want it any other way," he murmurs, his eyes sparkling with affection.

Feeling a surge of playful energy, you rise from the couch with a mischievous grin. "How about you show me just how grateful you are?" you tease, sliding off your shirt with a playful flourish.

A flicker of excitement dances in Billy's eyes as he extinguishes his cigarette hastily, his eagerness palpable. Without missing a beat, he lunges towards you, a playful growl escaping his lips.

You squeal with delight as he scoops you up effortlessly, hoisting you over his shoulder with a playful grin. "You're in for it now," he declares, his laughter echoing through the hallway as he carries you towards the bathroom, both of you eagerly anticipating the fun that awaits.

#namelessken requests #billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove imagines #billy hargrove blurb #billy hargrove stranger things #billy stranger things #stranger things billy hargrove #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove smut

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rwby-encrusted-blog · 3 months

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Ruby: Hey, Jaune, I know we've met your sister's and all, but what about Extended Family?

Jaune: Well, About that ...

~~~~~

Jaune: Hi Aunt Cynthia! It's been a while hasn't it!

(Champion) Cynthia: Indeed it has Jaune. Your sister's keeping you busy?

Jaune: Don't you know it. How's being Champion?

Cynthia: Tiring some days, detracts from my time to search ruins and hunt for relics and myths- Though i wouldn't change it for the world.

Cynthia: You've got a lot stronger at Beacon, huh? Let's test your skills in battle!

~~~~~

Darkness: You really must grow a spine cousin! You're the only Man in your Family, and you should act like it!

Jaune: I- I know Darkness ...

Darkness: Hold yourself High, Speak Clearly and With confidence and Teach those Girl where they Belong, Beneath Your Heel!

Jaune: Well, They're my friends-

Darkness: Grinding it down in the back of their heads, Pushing Their Faces into the D-Dirt!

Darkness: Making them clean it with their tongues, perfectly subservient to your whims or else they'll be punished~

Jaune: ... Darkness?

Darkness: *Holding herself, Shivering* And Gods that Strength~ Leaving Marks, throwing them around as Ragdolls~ Hmm~ The P-perfect Man~ To use them at your Leisure~

Jaune: ... This is why I don't talk to you about leading people.

~~~~~

Jaune: And Pyrrha's nice and helpful, teaching me how to fight.

Link: *Pouring Honey over Salmon*

Jaune: She reminds of your old friend Mipha in a way ... Kind, powerful, but too shy for her own good.

Link: *Pauses at Mipha's name, resumes*

Jaune: People think there's mutual respect, when really She's too scared to not be Pyrrha Nikos, Four Time Regional Champion and Argus's Sweetheart, and call them out on their BS. She's tired of the Fame. I just hope I can be the person she's not scared of being herself around.

Link: *Puts Fish in Oven, Turns to Jaune, Signing* I wish I could help you be that ... It's really a matter of time, and proving your reliability and the respect you have for her. Lords know that's what it took for Zelda to see me as her Anchor, not her Leash. Something to rely on in a storm, not fight against.

Link: After all, the most important thing we can give another is our Time. Don't squander yours.

~~~~~

Jaune: Aunt Sam-

Samus Aran: No you can't take apart my ship.

Jaune: I'm Jaune, Not Claire.

Samus: Right, I get all you confused.

Jaune: You seem stressed.

Samus: I'm always Stressed.

Jaune: More Stressed. You're Molting.

Samus: *Pulling loose feathers out* Yes, and it's stressing me out, Now if you don't know how to help me fix my armor, Shoo.

Jaune: *Hugs her* Take a breath Aunt Sammy.

Samus: *Shaking*

Samus: *Sinks to the Floor, Crying* I- I miss them.

Jaune: I know. I know.

~~~~~

Jaune: I just washed the walls and ceiling, could you please not walk on them?

Gwen Stacy: I dunno ... It's pretty Fun!

Jaune: Gwen, Please.

Gwen: Fine. *She Falls to the floor, landing in three point*

Jaune: Why do you do that everytime you're over.

Gwen: To get a rise out of you. *She slings a chair beneath her* It's pretty fun.

Jaune: *Sigh* Why am I always the target- Go mess with, what's his name? Kilometer? Whatever your boyfriends Name- HMM!

Gwen: *Webbing jaune's mouth, Blushing* he's not- We're not- Shut UP!

Jaune: *Smug, Mouth still covered in Web*

~~~~~

Jaune: ... And that's not even a sixth of them.

Ruby: ... That's all on your mom's side?

Jaune: Yeah, I only got Uncle on My Dad's side.

~~~~~

Mama Arc: HELLMOND BIORACY ANGEL! YOU ARE MY BROTHER IN LAW, AND YOU WILL TEACH MY SON ON HOW TO GET ME GRANDBABIES!

The Helltaker: *Scared for his life* Yes Ma'am!

#rwby #jaune arc #ruby rose #the arc family #the extended arc family #crossover #rwby shitpost

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yikimiki · 1 year

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King eren is just so 🔥. I can just see him getting possessive over reader. A male servant helped her up when she fell down and suddenly she's locked in his Chambers for good

quick warnings for possessive themes, smut, everything is consensual but also a little violent (so dub con), jealousy // this is extra content for this fic

“How many times do I have to tell you? You speak when you are asked to,” your king speaks through clenched teeth, looking down at you. There is one large hand on your shoulder, keeping you in place, and your back is pushed against the cold walls of the castle. You feel like you can’t quite catch your breath. “And you do not interact with other servants — other men — without my knowledge.”

“My king, I only thanked him,” you plea. “He was helping me, I fell and I—“

“Silence,” he hisses. “You don’t seem to learn, do you? You make me wonder if you should even leave my chambers at all, considering that you’re this oblivious to the way that others desire you.”

You open your mouth to argue, but decide not to. You don’t think you can argue with a man that has never been told he’s wrong, especially not by people beneath him. “I am sorry I disappointed you, my king. I won’t happen again.”

Eren clicks his tongue, and fixes his posture. You hate the way he’s looking at you, like you’re an error that he needs to fix. “It won’t. I’ll make sure of it.”

Your king is true to his word. He keeps you in his chambers for the rest of the day, and the one after, serving him with your body until he is satisfied. Eren kisses you and marks your skin, holds you down and fucks you again and again until his loads are mixing together, dripping out of you and onto the bed. He makes you say thousands of time that you belong to him only, that you’re no one else’s, that you will do whatever he says from now on. And, even after the storm passes and his duties resume, things are never quite the same — and you realize that you’re almost never allowed out of his room anymore.

#aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren smut #eren x reader #snk smut #eren x you #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger x you

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ghcstao3 · 4 months

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prompt from @juggalomary :

“A teenaged ghost who often shows up to places with bruises and cuts. Who is a regular visitor of the homeless shelter by the soccer pitch popular with the local grammar school boys. Soap who is a troubled student from the grammar school who plays keeper in soccer matches with his friends.

One day ghost missed the final call before they locked the shelter after a late night argument with his dad. He slept on bench for the home team at the pitch. Soap being soap was up at that ungodly hour playing soccer when he accidentally hit ghost with his water bottle.

Next thing they knew ghost will either throw rocks at soaps windows or just walk through the front door when he can’t sleep at home.”

Plink.

Johnny frowns, tearing his gaze away from his homework for a moment to wonder if he’d really just heard something. But when nothing happens for at least another minute or so following, Johnny resumes his work and chalks it up to his imagination.

Plink.

There, again. Johnny turns to the window where he’s sure the sound had come from, if it isn’t just in his head, and watches. Mindlessly twirls his pencil between his fingers and waits… for nothing. Another drawn out silence.

Plink.

Just as Johnny is making for his second dismissal, there’s a flash of grey bouncing off the glass that catches his eye. He slowly sets his pencil down and stands from his creaky desk chair before creeping toward the window.

There, on his lawn, with a bruised jaw and a toothy grin, is none other than Simon Riley.

Johnny hastily pulls his window open, leaning over the sill to whisper-shout, “Were you throwing rocks?”

“Maybe I was,” Simon whisper-shouts back. He less-than-discretely empties his hoodie pocket of an arsenal of pebbles now that he’s gotten Johnny’s attention. “You have room for one tonight?”

“Your dad kick you out?”

Simon shrugs a shoulder, grimacing. “Somethin’ like that.”

“Right, well—“ Johnny casts a quick glance back to his room, winces at the state of it, then decides Simon probably wouldn’t care, “—I’m sure my Ma won’t mind. Just wait there a sec.”

His Ma wouldn’t mind, sure, she loves Simon—but Johnny doesn’t imagine she’d be all too pleased to be disturbed at this hour, either, so he’s silent leaving his room to quietly greet Simon at the front door to let him in.

It’s the first time he’s ever come this late.

Johnny immediately shushes Simon once he’s ushered inside, though Simon has yet to say anything. He lets himself be led toward Johnny’s room without a word, dutifully following Johnny’s silent instruction to sit on the bed and wait while he retrieves the First Aid kit from the bathroom.

The bruise is worse, up close, though it’s old. Nothing Johnny can fix.

What he can fix, however, is the cut on Simon’s temple and the one through his bottom lip—all it requires is some gentle blotting of a cloth soaked with cold water to clean, and butterfly stitches on Simon’s head because it’s either that or Johnny’s wee sister’s princess bandaids to keep the wound covered.

Which, Simon jokes, would make him look too tough. But they both know the real reason he can’t use one.

When Johnny realizes he’s still leaning too far into Simon’s space, even now having finished tending to his cuts, he reels back before Simon can notice the blush that begins to bloom across his face.

Johnny hangs his head, picking at a loose thread on his pyjamas, doing his best to ignore the warmth burning from ear to ear.

“D’you wanna talk about it?” He mumbles.

He can feel Simon staring at him, something he always seems to be doing whether or not Johnny notices. Johnny continues picking at the string.

“Not really,” Simon says. “Can we sleep?”

Johnny nods, standing to push his desk chair back in place. He can hear Simon moving back on the bed, crawling underneath the covers like he’s now done so many times. Johnny clicks off his desk lamp and blindly wanders to the unoccupied side and gets into bed along with Simon.

They sleep back-to-back, always. And also like always, Johnny fights his exhaustion until he can be sure that Simon’s breathing has evened out; that he’s actually getting a proper rest.

Johnny knows he’ll have to deal with his Ma in the morning, but he doesn’t care. He just wishes it were easier for Simon to be safer like this every night, and not just the few he ends up staying here.

Johnny is still happy to provide any bit of help he can, though. God knows Simon needs the support.

Satisfied when he hears quiet snores escape Simon, Johnny, too, falls asleep.

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chalkscene · 5 months

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lovebrush chronicles ⇢ “I CAN HOLD THE WORLD IN MY HANDS”

how they react to you saying you can hold the world in your hands then gently cupping their face

ft. ayn alwyn, alkaid mcgrath, lars rorschach & clarence clayden

note: reader’s cat’s name in alkaid’s drabble is set to beans which i named my mc’s cat because i forgot what the default name was djsjdjsja

just as you expected, you find AYN in the music room, practicing his piece for an upcoming school program. careful not to make any noise, you tread lightly to where he’s sat, slowly sliding into the already little space next to him on the piano bench. without pausing his hands above the keys, ayn scoots over to give you more room. soon he’s playing the last key of the composition and the moment the sound fades into silence, he lets out a frustrated sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. unable to find the right words that would seem helpful, you simply lift a hand to brush his locks, straightening a few flyaways and fixing his bangs before you cradle his face in your palms in comfort. for a moment, you wordlessly stare at ayn, taking in his stunning visage, and he doesn’t miss the abrupt quiet. “what is it?” he asks to which you answer playfully, “nothing. just holding the world in my hands.” the smallest of smiles adorns ayn’s features in an instant but not without a subtle eye roll. still, his crimson eyes turn into rubies as a gleam of affection flickers in his gaze. “you’re distracting me,” he replies in jest. you let go of him as you jokingly put your hands up in mock surrender, “please don’t call your bodyguards on me.” that coaxes a chuckle out of ayn, “tempting.” soon, you feel his arm snake around your waist as he pulls you closer and when you don’t inch away from him, he resumes his practice.

you and ALKAID are sat side by side on the couch as you watch beans and sparkles roughhousing in the middle of your living room. you don’t notice how much time has passed but it feels like the silence has gone for too long when you speak. “you’re an astronomy major,” you tell alkaid. “yes,” he confirms earnestly as if the information wasn’t already glaringly obvious. “can you hold the world in your hands?” you ask him quizzically. alkaid is clearly caught off guard by your odd question so without waiting for a response you know you’re not getting, you raise your hands and gently cup his cheeks, “i can.” alkaid gives you no response and you begin to think he’s put off by the cheesy gesture until a smile stretches across his face and he finally speaks. “so you’re saying i’m about…” he pauses briefly as he tries to recall a fact, “12,756 kilometers big.” there’s a hint of amusement in alkaid’s expression as he relays the information to you but you only knit your eyebrows in confusion so he continues with a sheepish grin, “that’s the size of the earth.” “of course.” you can’t help but roll your eyes at his sense of humor but you also find it incredibly endearing that you don’t bother to stifle the giggle that bubbles past your lips. alkaid laughs at your reaction, “what?” “only an astronomy major would say that.”

LARS invited you to spend the day with him at work—“i’m feeling lonely,” he said over the phone, the pout on his voice very audible on your end of the line that you couldn’t bring yourself to deny him. so here you both are, tangled up in each other’s embrace since the moment lars joined you on the couch in his office sometime during the afternoon. under the orange rays of the sunset passing through the glass walls of the room, his blue eyes shine more brightly than they already do and his blonde hair have turned golden. he looks ethereal like this. “something on my face?” his voice snaps you out of your reverie, smugness painted all over his visage. you realize he can tell you’ve been staring. earlier in the relationship, it would’ve flustered the hell out of you but now you simply mirror the expression on his face as you gently hold it in your palms and you’re immediately filled with pride when his breath hitches at your affection. “nothing,” you say with faux indifference, “just checking if i can hold the world in my hands.” lars’ ever so familiar cockiness dissolves from his features, instantly replaced by a loving look in his eyes, “well?” “i guess i can,” you murmur. the deep rumble of lars’ chuckle soon hits your ears then he’s pulling you close as a teasing smirk stretches across his face once more, “you are so in love with me.” and you don’t deny it. you lean further onto his chest as he tightens his hold on your body. against your cheek, you feel his heart pick up the pace and that tells you enough—lars rorschach is undoubtedly just as in love with you.

“knock knock,” you say as you poke your head through the door to the student council’s office and CLARENCE immediately turns to the sound of your voice. “hi,” you add with a grin that clarence returns—or tries to return rather. despite the softening of his gaze and the air of authority around him vanishing, it’s easy to notice the stress that has dampened his spirits. “hey,” he replies anyway. he invites you to join him at his desk and you gladly do, although carefully perching on the edge of the table. “everything okay, mr. president?” clarence huffs out a chuckle at the nickname before releasing an exasperated sigh. “what’s up?” you ask again and clarence answers this time. as an insignificant member of the student body, you only understand half of his student council worries—one of them being this year’s stellaris cup not having enough participants. “what if i join?” you suggest and clarence can immediately sense the halfheartedness in your tone. “you’d do that?” he asks dubiously, the corner of his lips now quirked up as he prepares to call you out on your bullshit. maybe you are just attempting to cheer him up but it’s the thought that counts. “i would,” you retort as you get on your feet with theatrical confidence, “for my first trick, i will hold the world in my hands.” clarence raises an eyebrow but he doesn’t interrupt so you walk around his desk until you’re standing in front of him. when your hands softly land on his face, he’s quick to understand what you mean and in your grip, he shakes his head in amusement but a subtle blush now dusts his cheeks. “that’s a winning talent if you ask me,” you jest. that earns you a laugh from clarence as he jokingly agrees, “it is.” in the same instance, you feel him lean further into your touch, closing his eyes as he basks in it then he sighs in pleasure.

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simpforsnape · 11 months

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Daddy Duties.

Severus Snape x Reader

wordcount: 640

warnings: Fluff, Minor errors. (Severus is a good daddy <3)

Credit to the creator of this gif.

C/N- Child’s Name - Y/N- Your Name

Severus stood at the front of his classroom, his wand in one hand and a stack of essays in the other. He had just finished lecturing his fifth-year Slytherins on the finer points of potion-making when he heard a small voice calling out to him.

"Daddy!"

Severus turned to see his three-year-old daughter, C/N, toddling down the aisle between the desks. She was wearing a bright pink dress and her curly hair was tied back into two messy pigtails.

"C/N" Severus said, his voice softening with his eyes glued on her. "What are you doing here?"

"Bumblebee sent me!" C/N said, grinning up at him with her toothy smile. She was referring to Dumbledore.

Severus sighed inwardly. He glanced to see Dumbledore standing in the doorway of his classroom, smiling. He had been so busy with his work that he had forgotten that you had asked him to watch C/N while you were called away to business.

"Well, you can't be here right now," Severus said, setting down his essays. "I'm teaching."

"But I want to stay with you," C/N said as she wined.

Severus hesitated. He couldn't very well send his daughter away, but he couldn't exactly have her in the classroom either. He looked around the room, searching for a solution.

Finally, he had an idea. He conjured up a small, cushioned chair and placed it at the front of the room near his desk.

"You can sit here," he said, lifting her up and placing her in the chair. "But you have to be very quiet and still. Daddy is teaching a class."

C/N nodded solemnly, her big brown eyes fixed on her father. Severus picked up his wand and resumed his lecture, keeping a watchful eye on his daughter out of the corner of his eye.

For a while, C/N was content to watch her father teach. She sat quietly in her chair, her small hands folded in her lap, as Severus droned on about the proper way to brew a healing potion. But then she grew restless.

"Daddy," she whispered, tugging on his sleeve. "I'm bored." Severus could hear the nearby students giggling at the toddlers sudden outburst.

Severus sighed. "You have to be patient, C/N. Daddy will be finished soon." He mentioned, striking a stern smug toward the students to silence them.

Y/N scrunched up her nose. "But I don't like potions," she said, sticking out her bottom lip.

Severus raised an eyebrow. "You don't?”

C/N shook her head. "It's boring."

Severus couldn't help but smile. "Well, what do you like then?"

C/N thought for a moment. "I like unicorns," she said, her face lighting up.

Severus chuckled. "Unicorns?"

C/N nodded vigorously. "Can we talk about unicorns?"

Severus glanced at his class, who were all staring at him with varying degrees of amusement and confusion. He cleared his throat.

"It seems we have a new topic for today's lesson," he said dryly. "Unicorns."

Severus spent the next half hour discussing the mythology and symbolism of unicorns with his daughter, much to the amusement of his students. C/N listened, occasionally interrupting with questions. When the lesson was over, she clapped her hands in delight.

"That was fun, Daddy!" she said, beaming up at him.

Severus smiled, feeling relief wash over him. He had managed to keep his daughter entertained and had even taught his students something new.

As class was shortly dismissed, Severus paced over to C/N holding the toddler in his arms as he held her close.

He placed a gentle kiss on the side of her face. His daughter made him feel vulnerable at times. But he always embraced moments like these.

“Thank you, Daddy.” C/N smiled as she pressed her forehead against his chest.

“You are more than welcome, My sweet,” Severus replied, feeling a smile creep on his lips.

He would do this again without hesitation, just for his daughter.

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k2ntoss · 4 months

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⭒ tw: minors dni, smut, fingering (f. receiving), dean x f!reader, p in v, slightly public?, breeding, unprotected sex, dirty talk, slapping, degradation, etc.

⭒ a/n: once again i'm here letting my mind wander around, just enjoy this

⭒ words count: 2.276

calm nights at the bunker are not something you're used to but it feels nice to have a quiet moment with the lifestyle you have, hunting monsters is not in your mind when you're lying on the tv room's sofa, watching a old western movie with dean as you try to stay awake. a blanket drapped over your legs as dean remains sat by your side, his eyes travel from the screen to your face once in a while as you fidget with the edge of the soft fabric leaving part of your thigh exposed, the velvety patch that's not covered by your pijama shorts is calling him, almost as if yoir skin was made for dean to touch and mark up and that's something he's done a fair amount of times since you started dating.

your eyes are fixed on the screen, just as dean you know the lines by heart because of the amount of times you've watched this movie with him and you can't help but mumble them with a small smirk, you can feel his gaze on you, maybe your mind already working on a way to make the night a bit more interesting but your thoughts stop flowing when you feel one single finger tracing lines on your leg, slowly going upwards while he tries to keep his focus on the movie and soon it's his hand caressing your skin and giving you soft squeezes that are slowly working a tingly spark of need on your tummy, it makes you lean in closer and lay your head on his shoulder, your body sligthly closer until his hand is moving on your inner thigh under the blanket, a small devilish grin on his lips when his fingers start to play with the fabric of your shorts "aren't you supposed to be watching the movie, dean?" you ask in a soft and teasing tone, your hand going to snatch his wrist to make him stop for a while "am i, baby doll? can't a man be a little touchy with his girlfriend?" his comeback only makes you chuckle as you snuggle yourself on his side at the same time you release his wrist, which makes dean return to the squeezing of your flesh until two of his digits slide down your short to start caressing lightly, the contact of his fingertips against your clothed intimacy sends a jolt through your spine.

"seems like someone is just as eager as i am, hm" he taunts as his index presses playfully on your clit making you gasp and look at him "what is it, babe? lost for words?" that wicked smirk of his pushes you a little more and you swear you can melt under his touch just like that as he resumes his motion, circling with two fingers over your panties making your need built slowly inside of you in the form of a wet patch on your underwear "dean... anyone could come in and see what you're doing" you warn, but deep in your mind the thought of someone finding out what he's doing to you turns you on "what i'm doing? you say you're not here spreading your legs for me, sweetheart?" he points out at the way your legs are separated for dean to touch you more under the covers.

"you just be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut" he mutters close to your ear in the moment his fingers pull your panties to the side, index sliding between your folds and a smirk spreading on dean's face as he feels your heat "already this wet, baby? the risk of anyone finding out i'm playing with you turns you on, huh? how dirty" his voice is raspy, he enjoys the way you squirm ever so slightly just to gain a little more friction from his finger "dean, please..." your voice is soft, muffled by the way you decided to cover your mouth, bitting on one of your fingers to resist the urge to moan.

dean knows what you want but there's that need on your shaky words and the way you seem to feel so worried of being discovered with his hand down your pants that it just makes you more needy, that's enough for him to want to keep teasing you and so he does. shit eating grin and smug look on his eyes he takes off his hand before drapping his arm around your waist, pulling you closer before his hand finds its way to your cunt again, hand sliding under your shorts and panties, covered by the blanket he lets two fingers trace a short path up and down between your puffy lips making you bite your finger harshly to suppress a whimper right when you listen the door being opened "another western movie?" it's sam's voice from the doorway that makes you freeze "aren't you tired of them, y/n?" he asks with a scoff and dean takes advantage sliding one finger through your entrance "ah- uh, no... not really" you reply without taking your eyes off the screen and squeezing your legs shut, earning a look from dean you swallow hard before relaxing your thighs "don't you wanna join us, sammy?" he asks with a small smirk that sam identifies just as his brother wanting to get them all bored to death with another cheesy cowboys movie but you know that's him wanting to get you screwed up "i pass, dude" sam shrugs before leaving, door shut closed behind him.

"what a pitty, you're already clenching around a single finger to the thought of someone else around while i'm toying with your pretty pussy" dean coos as he adds a second finger, twisting them to touch that spot that drags a strangled moan out of your lips while you rock your hips to grind against his hand "poor little thing, all worked up just with a few touches... bet you want more, don't you, princess?" he asks as his fingers keep working on you, the heel of his palm roughly pressing against your clit and making you moan softly "yes... i want more, dean" you mewl as your hand covers your mouth trying to hold back a whine when he takes his fingers out of you again, inner walls clenching around nothing.

dean is looking at his hand, fingers coated on your fluids and he smirks before pulling his hand in front of your mouth "hm, would you open your pretty mouth, sweetheart? lick my fingers clean" he orders and you do so, lips parted as he slides his two fingers into your mouth with a devilish grin as you start licking and sucking his digits, eyes fixed on his at every movement before he takes them off your mouth "such a pretty doll, aren't you? tasting yourself just because i say so" you nod, the praise on his words but also the tint of mockery on his voice when you're so eager to please him. your eyes follow him every move, even when he takes his hand and licks his thumb, sucking on it before releasing it with a soft 'pop' followed by a low laugh, rumbling sound that was a telltale of what might come next "you taste so sweet, don't you, baby doll?" dean asks before he stands up, heavy steps as he walks to lock the door and then walking back with a heat only grows when he stops in front of you just to sit back by your side.

a soft surprised gasp leaves your lips when he pulls off the blanket, your legs now discovered for him to grab them and pull you to sit on his lap "didn't you think it was all, right?" teasingly he lifts your hips to pull down your shorts while he's fully clothed, jeans, shirt and a flannel on his shoulders, dean's hands squeezing your hips brings you down to make you sit with your panty covered cunt pressed against the rough fabric of his clothes and his hardened cock "bet you're all needy, craving my dick inside of your thight pussy like the slut you are" his voice is low as his lips press harsh kisses on your neck, each one making you grind your hips on him while your hands hold onto his shoulders, pawing at his flannel to pull it off his frame "i need it... need you to fill me so good" your brain at this point is beyond foggy, your thoughts only about how deep inside of you you needed dean and that cocky bastard knew it, not stoping your clumsy hands from taking off his shirt too, making him chuckle when your shaky fingers start undoing his belt and the buttons of his jeans "you're a little dumb thing, bunny, thinking of getting fucked and you can't even stay still" his constant cooing is making you frustrated and hotter, a soft whimper leaving your mouth when his hands slide under your shirt, hands finding your breasts inmediatly because sure as hell you weren't using a bra, who uses one at home? "what a surprise, pretty little bunny is nothing more than a dirty slut isn't she? you're not wearing anything under that shirt, where you waiting for me to touch your tits, huh?" his fingers toying with your nipples makes your breath catch on your throat just as your words "god... dean, can you please-?" he hushes you with a sudden buck of his hips, pressing his hard-on against your cunt "what was that? where you asking for something?" dean mocks you more, the way you were so easy to bother making him harder as he slid your shirt off your torso, mouth running down your neck to attend your breasts, sucking and biting on your nipples as he guided the movements of your hips to make you grind at his own pace before stoping with a low growl.

he lays your back on the couch, not waiting more to take off the remaining clothing on his body. completely bare in front of you he pulls you back to his lap "you want me inside of you, right?" his voice is all rough and deep, eyes a darker shade of green as he grinds his hardness against your covered entrance "spread your legs, bunny, you'll be good and ride me" he says as a matter of a fact, because it is, you'll do as he wants because he knows how to please you as no one has ever done before. a soft nod and you do so, legs spread and eyes glassy from need right before dean decides to rip the fabric of your lace panties, tossing them away with a wide grin before he lifts your body, letting you place the tip of his dick on your entrance before pulling down on him. a gutural growl from his throat meets a whiny moan from you, his lenght making you feel all dizzy but satisfied before dean looks at you "that's a good little whore, taking me in so good" he praises, a clear sing for you to start rocking your hips, a slow pace at first that quickens after a few minutes turning into needy hops.

"you look so good like that, bunny, bouncing on my dick" a laugh rumbles out of him as his hand finds a way to your neck, squeezing teasingly at first but thightening his grip when your inner walls clench around him drawing a hiss out of him "oh, you like this, don't you? like my hand on your neck, pathetic little slut?" he asks as he starts to move his hips too, hard thrusts meeting your quick bounces making the sound of your bodies turn louder "y-yes! i love it... love it when you choke me" you nod enthusiastically before receiving a sharp slap to your cheek, a loud moan and a stutter on your movements while you feel your body growing hotter is a sing for dean to do it again "god... you're a little too fucked up in the brain" he laughs before delivering another slap "you like this? being slapped like a whore?" he asks, pointing each word with a rough thrust that only makes you moan louder "dean... please" you plea in a cry, feeling your body tremble as you are about to reach your climax.

"so fuckin' good... you're so thight, babe" he smirks when you seem too lost to talk back "fuck... 'm gonna fill that pretty pussy of yours, you want that, don't you?" dean asks in a low growl as his thrusts grow messier, holding your hips harshly as he makes your body grind on his as you nod at his words "yes, yes! fill me up, please... cum inside my pussy" your voice is a soft plea, whiny mess you're turned into when dean pounds hard against you "what a pretty bunny you are... all ready to be bred, a little cumslut" he whispers into your ear, a soft cry escaping your lips interrumpted by a loud moan when you reach your climax and clench around him like a vice "fuckin' dirty you are... you look so innocent but it turns you on to be used like a fuck toy" dean mocks you one last time before he gets to his climax too, thick load shot inside of you as he thrusts a couple of times before he stops "how good you are, baby... so good for me, princess" he praises again, lips kissing your cheeks softly as he holds you against his chest while you tremble from pleasure.

not a really calm night at the end but a good one indeed.

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valentinedaughtler · 5 months

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Haven’t I Given Enough?

Kaz Brekker x GN!Inventor!Reader

TW: use of Y/N, mild, mild angst, slight ooc Kaz(?) (I think that’s it, let me know if I missed anything please.)

Synopsis: You’ve known Kaz for years, inventing gadgets to assist in heists and being his right hand ‘man’. One night you ask him if you can join a heist, but it doesn’t go as planned….

REQUESTS: OPEN✅

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My eyes flitted between the arriving guests in the bar. The Crow Club was packed tonight, and pigeons strolled in with restless naivety. I sat in the corner of the bustling room, sighing with exhaustion. I had just spent seventeen hours imitating mechanical watches in order to create a ‘fake’ for Kaz do swap with a real one. ‘Just something I need for a heist,’ was all he had said.

It would be worth it to know Kaz was proud of me in the end. Though, it was a long shot to think he would even do much as acknowledge anything I did.

I pondered whether I should slip through the crowd to find Jesper, but I couldn’t spot him. Instead, I pushed my way out of the suffocating bar out into the damp streets of Ketterdam. The cool air calmed my mind as I crossed toward the Slat. The cold made my cheeks rosy.

With the flick of a wrist, I flipped a switch blended into the old building’s exterior wall. It was hidden to an unsuspecting pedestrian yet, but it set off a system of pullies I had integrated into the inner walls a long time ago. A soft shlink was followed by the outward jutting of brick.

The side of the building became a rock-wall of sorts, since I could not climb up every surface like Inej. I began to grip the bricks, digging my nails into the gritty platforms.

Kaz was not always a fan of my inventions. A few had blown up in his face- literally- but it seemed he kept me around due to my many successes. I could fix any machine made by man. I didn’t have to know what it was, I could just take it apart in my mind, then do so in reality.

This was one of my inventions, a brick wall that was easy to climb, but could be hidden. Inej loved it- Kaz felt it was a waste of time.

He said there were stairs for a reason.

I shimmied the window of Kaz’s office open, the latch flipping and the glass sliding. I hopped off of the ledge and into the office, making sure to reset my brick contraption. I turned around and cleared my throat, but Kaz did not glance up at me. I rolled my eyes as he squinted at the blueprints that lay on his makeshift desk.

“Good evening, Brekker,” I greeted with a jokingly enticing tone. His eye twitched and he proceeded to turn his attention to me.

“Hello, Y/N,” his gravely voiced rasped in response. I smiled slightly, regretting so, and dig into my left pants pocket. I pulled out a shiny, gold watch with engraved initials. Whose they were was unknown to me, but if I asked, Kaz would most likely just shut me down. I had to respect his odd secrecy after all he had done for me. Out of all the years I’d known him, it has always been as if he kept me at an arm’s length. He was careful to never be vulnerable, as if that was the same as his skin touching mine.

I gestured for him to catch the watch when I tossed it, but he glared. I let out an exasperated sigh.

“You’re such a buzzkill,” I teased while handing the fake to him.

“You’re… difficult,” he retorted, but there was no malice behind his words- surprisingly. I huffed and plopped onto the blanket sprawled out on the windowsill. My eyes followed Kaz’s movements as he tentaviety inspected the watch. After a few minutes he placed it onto his desk and resumed his work. I waited patiently for any sign of recognition, but it never came.

“You’re welcome,” I mumbled while stretching out my legs. I opened up my leather sketchbook to doodle a new invention design. That or I’d just draw Kaz. But I was too annoyed with him to do so.

The dark haired boy sighed as he looked over at me. “You did good. It looks identical.”

I didn’t say anything in response, but I smiled slightly, my face heating up. It was embarrassing how easily I was flattered by Kaz, who could barely do the bare minimum.

“What ere you using it for— the watch, I mean,” I asked with growing curiosity. Kaz halted his work for a moment, most likely deciding if he felt like sharing or not.

“A local banker,-“

“The more-of-a-wanker-than-a-banker one?” I cut off his response, immediately feeling embarrassed. Kaz looked at me with mild confusion. “Inside joke with Jesper,” I elaborated.

He hummed in response, then continued, “He’s more of a swanker. For the past few months he has been flaunting his wealth a little too much. Especially his watch. It’s his most prized possession. I plan to take it from his vault; a simple swap.”

“What would you do without me?” I asked with a sly smirk. Kaz huffed, perhaps laughed.

“I’d have less of your inventions explode on me.”

“It was one time, Kaz,” I said with exasperation. My eye glittered as I met his gaze. I open my mouth to speak, but immediately close it again, pressing my lips together firmly.

“Kaz?”

“Y/N,”

“I want to go on a mission with you and the crows,” I blurted out. Kaz froze, only for a fraction of a moment, but Kaz Brekker froze. He nodded towards my left arm, where a tattoo of a crow craning over a guatlet was etched into my skin.

“You are a crow,” he finally rasped, dodging my question until I glared daggers into his skin. “And I have everyone we need for the mission-“

“Wylan is sick. You need someone who can easily disable complex machinery- the alarms, the traps-“

“I said no,” Kaz’s voice raised, sounding threatening.

“Why not?”

“Y/N,” his voice sounded as if he meant, don’t push it. But I did. I always did, and Kaz always kept me by his side anyways.

“I don’t understand- ever since I got hurt on that one heist you haven’t let me participate-“

“Exactly! You got hurt,” he said. His jaw clenched and his eyes avoided mine. I watched his Adam’s apple bob as he gulped.

“Dregs get hurt all the time- saints, some of the crows do too-“

“This is different,”

“How?”

“You’re an investment,” he stated blankly, “and I protect my investments.” I felt heat flush my face, my fists balling up and my shoulders tensing.

“That’s rich, Kaz, real rich,” I spat. Embarrassment pooled in my stomach and my eyes. “But that’s all you want, right? Kruge? Money? Power?” He didn’t say anything as I slitted my eyes and scrunched my nose. “Saints forbid the people who help you get to that point.”

Before Kaz could respond, if he even chose to, I got up and walked across his office, my shoes clacking against the hard, wooden floors. The old floorboards moaned and groaned at the pressure I subjected them to.

“Y/N-,” Kaz tried to get up, but his bad leg involuntarily spasmed at his abrupt movement.

The door slammed behind me. I knew it wasn’t a big deal, it felt like the last thing to topple a delicate card tower. Each card was a jab or a deny Kaz made regarding our… relationship, if you could call it that. He and I had been friends long before the other crows came along, yet I felt I’d come to know him the least. I sighed.

I turned back around on my heel, opening the splintered office door. On the other side was Kaz, reaching for the handling on the opposing side.

“You’re not an investment,”

I kept any snarky comments bottled up inside, along with my tears. I could tell what he was convey was eating away at him, so I let him speak.

“If I lost you, I’d have to burn Ketterdam down, and then I’d have no kingdom to rule,” his words soared through the air between us and to my heart.

“I just keep feeling like I’ve given enough, Kaz. I know I deserve to go on heists. If you see my as an equal, you have to treat me like one.” I met his deep, coffee-brown eyes.

He nodded. One of his gloved hands hesitantly, begrudgingly, came up to touch my face. He cupped my cheek and I leaned into the cold, leather touch. I knew this was the best answer he could give me at the moment. It was a more meaningful gesture than anything he could’ve said. He’d let me help on the heist, and for once in a very long time, it felt like he had let his high walls crumble a bit.

I knew I’d given enough.

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domxmarvel · 11 months

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“Can I have this dance?”

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Malleus x Female!Reader- “You look really good in my clothes” + “Can I have this dance?” @insideous-beez

"There you are,I've been looking for you all morning" Malleus spoke softly as he moved closer to you,he held out his hand. "This is for you" was a black envelope with a green seal stamped with a rose emblem.

"You wrote me a letter?"

"It's actually an invitation but if you want me to write you a letter I'd do it with pleasure" You opened the letter and read it,it was a ball invitation at the castle. And on top of it all it was in honor of Malleus' birthday.

"Malleus I" You froze,knowing that you didn't belong in their world,in his world. You knew they wouldn't think you were worthy of their prince and future king. But you couldn't deny him,especially on his birthday that he specifically invited you to. "Would love to." His face lit up once you said it,he had the biggest smile on his face. "But what should I wear and is there something I need to know? What are the balls like?" You kept questioning him,trying to learn everything from him. You even asked Lilia and Silver,skipping Sebek because you knew what you'd get from him.

***

The atmosphere seemed to change the seconds you entered Briar valley,everything was dark and you couldn’t help but move closer to Malleus. Who immediately wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you closer.

“There’s nothing to worry about,I’m right here”

“I’m not scared,just nervous. What if they don’t like me?” You let a bit slip,showing your real concerns.

“They’ll love you,and I love you, there's nothing anyone can do about it. I’ve already prepared your dress for the ball,you’ll find it in your room”

“My room?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted to stay in mine or on your own. It’s next to my room in case you change your mind” He led you through the big empty halls of the castle,until you reached your room. "The servants will come by tomorrow evening to help you get ready. My room is right over there" He pointed to a door on the right of your room,his door was beautifully decorated. "If you need anything just let me know"

"Malleus,thank you" You stood on your toes to kiss him,you were standing to calm down.

The maids fixed up your hair,using their magic to style it in a way you didn't think was possible. Every brush and powder was floating around you,they finished everything in minutes and helped you into your dress. The ball was incredibly beautiful,the decorations were perfectly placed all over the room,making it shine. You looked around the crowd,trying to find Malleus. You found him,looking around like he was trying to find someone,probably you. As you walked over to him,you passed a group of girls talking.

“Who do you think Prince Malleus will pick for his first dance?”

“He’s never danced,what makes you think he will now?”

“Why is him dancing such a big deal?”

“So you’re the human Prince Malleus brought with him” One of the three girls stepped forward. “The person that the crown prince or princess dances with first is destined to be blessed with great fortune” She explained “But he’s never danced with anyone,no matter who asked. But not for much longer,once he sees me he’ll change his mind” She walked off and you turned your attention back to Malleus who hadn’t moved. He didn’t seem to hear you as you moved to stand next to him.

“Y/N,there you are” He quickly looked you up and down “You look beautiful” He took your hand,kissing the back of it. The room quickly fell silent before the music resumed,but everyone was still staring at both of you. “Y/N-”

“Malleus-”

“Sorry,you first”

“Tsunotarou,Can I have this dance?” You reached your hand out and a silence fell over the room once again as everyone waited to hear his reply. He took your hand,you could cut the tension with a knife.

“I’d love to dance with you” He led you to the center of the ballroom,everyone moving out of your way. He pulled you closer to him as you danced,everyone went back to their own groups and conversations. Malleus leaned down and whispered “Let go back to my room”

“But I just got here,and it’s your birthday”

“Exactly”

Somehow you managed to sneak away,his lips were glued to yours before you could even open the door to his room. He pushed you against the door just as you opened it,making you both fall to the floor. That didn’t seem to stop him,only slowed him down. He kissed you,his hands moving to your chest. You wrapped around his shoulder and pulled him down,his hand quickly moved to your back,undoing your corset. He took it off really quickly,like he knew the ins and outs of this dress.

"Malleus" He looked at you for a moment before he quickly kissed you again,his hands still taking off anything he could. The dress hung loosely around your body,showing more than it hid. “Malleus” You moaned out his name as his lips moved across your neck “can we get on the bed?”

“I’ve been waiting all night” He moved away from you,sitting up straight to look down on you “And I’m not waiting a second longer” Your eyes widened as he quickly undressed,grabbing your thighs and tossing your legs over his shoulders. Kissing the inside of your thighs until he reached your pussy,immediately licking your clit as his fingers slowly moved in and out.

“Malleus” You reached down to grab his hair but it didn’t feel soft,in fact it felt hard which made you look down. You had grabbed onto his horn,he was already smirking at you when you met his eye.

“If you're going to hold onto me” He grabbed your other hand and wrapped it around his other horn. “You better do it properly” He instantly dipped back down,his tongue and fingers moving much faster. You kept moaning his name as you gripped his horns tighter. Suddenly he stopped and looked up. “Can I?”

“Of course” You moved your legs to wrap around his waist instead,pulling him closer,you could already feel his hard cock against you. Your back arched as he slowly pushed all of it inside you,before giving you a moment. “You can moved now”

“We can slow down if that’s what you want”

“You’re all I want right now”

***

The next morning you woke up with Malleus’ arms wrapped around you,he was still asleep. You managed to get out of his grip,but the second you tried to walk you felt the pain of last night. Still you managed to wash up,but quickly realized you couldn’t sneak out of his room naked or in last night's dress. The only thing you could do was take something out of Malleus' closet. He was still asleep when you left the bathroom,walking carefully so he wouldn’t wake up,you made it over to his walk in. Which was almost as big as your entire room,it wasn’t difficult to find something to wear. You walked out of the closet to find him awake.

“There you are- You look really good in my clothes,you should wear them more often. Now come back here”

#malleus smut #malleus x reader #malleus draconia #twst smut #twst x reader #twst malleus #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland smut

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idv-sunsxin3 · 4 months

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Horropedia // Dating Headcanons

Note// First Reverse: 1999 writing. A bit suggestive in some parts. This is my version of Horropedia, so if you don’t like it,,,, you might as well have to write your own because this is meant for my self-indulgence;; sowwy <//3

// preferably female s/o- gender neutral is also okay since I didn’t exactly mention a specific gender :)

As a strange autistic guy, I just imagine him to be the type of guy who probably have indirectly confessed to you earlier before you can even realize that months after- like you're just laid down on an armchair and you suddenly connected lines on the previous lines you once heard him before-

"Ah, hey! I've been waiting all my life to meet someone like you, so I had to come and say hello."

...he literally just say a simple remark with that smile as he gifted you a spirit catcher pistol- and then left....

Sometimes, you might not understand him. But you eventually asked him out on a date (in a normal way for once-).

"Oh? A date? Great! Let's go get coffee together. " :))

Little do you know, he also plans to have a ghost hunting date after that---

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Kissing scenes in horror films? Horropedia at first felt a bit skeptical about them, finding that unnecessary... Until he got a crush on you, and then FELL for you - That's when he lowkey wondered in his autism brain... how would a kiss with you feels like?

Oh gosh, so many possibilities;;;

Horropedia would slowly realize the fact that he would unconsciously check his mouth breathing and fix his hair a bit whenever he spots you entering the room. "Who knows when that kiss scene happened cough cough -"/hj

There was a time Horropedia sneakily slipped during those ironically cute kissing scenes in a horror movie.. You may think you would just slip away from the unknown opportunity he would be searching for - But no, you wouldn't even get the peace to resume watching or have time to recover from a jumpscare that happened few minutes ago when there is this silly dork softly nibbling and smooching on your face and neck like that;;;

aaaand now you're making out with him in the middle of the movie ..

It seems there are now more reasons for him to ask you to stay over. ;)

He wants to impress you so bad ever since the moment he heard about you - You just happened to be... ordinary? But at the same time, refreshing... someone who easily connects with almost anyone.

Darn, I think you’re made for him. ☺️ (lol)

At first, he wanted to be the Mr. Mysterious and only introduced himself to you as "Horropedia. "... At some certain point after, he would bashfully let you call him "Joshua." Just don't get too cocky...-/ih

If you're just as comfortable with dark humor and other kinds of morbid stuff, there is this small scenario where you and Horropedia would roleplay a bit as to help him make up stories involving these morbid antagonists and anti-heroes...- He would be kinda a bit down bad if you say Wednesday Adams stuff technically./hj

He is not sure If he has the right to die or laugh when he gets called "Joshy"... it's cringe, but he finds your silly demeanor very cute and funny.

You happen to be a big listener when it comes to horror movies, horror stories, and horror video games- whatever horropedia rambles at you at 3 am. as if it is a nearly daily basis/ih

He loves sharing hobbies with you, even cherishing the moments when you get to do whatever activities with him that are close to his interests and what he's passionate about...

You can already tell he's not interested in anything else other than that sense of thrill he has for phenomenon or violent drama... but he'll try his best to be flexible when it comes to giving you quality time... Like crafting, cooking, maybe painting?

You might know what he will create in his own hands...- ghost cupcakes, a sculpture of Friday the 13th's killer, Michael Myers mask---

Jumpscares are out of date for him, of course, but then... he still watches those classical horror movies once in a while since they're pretty much fundamental to the art of fear.

Ironically... He does like surprise back touches! Well... As long as it doesn't have to imply his poor posture, back hugs are good to go.

He finds it pleasant to have you sit next to him or on his lap as he plays those Indie horror games(?), "mmmm... Dark deception? World of Horror? Resident Evil? The Last of Us? What about Outlast? What do you think, Babe? :))"

FNAF would be obviously a breeze for him... Bro, imagine him going crazy about fnaf lore, hahahha-

DDLC gave him mixed feelings. He is half glad his baby is not that mad crazy because of that/ih

LITTLE NIGHRMARESSSS- Man, imagine him having these silly moments with how he just concerningly reacts so happily at a kid eating a gnome who just offered a sausage oh gosh-

Watching horror movies with him would be like watching a live commentary channel as you feel a slim hand rubbing your waist throughout the movie.

You might have mixed reactions alongside him when accidentally encountering sex scenes on horror movies...- things might get awkward but he would make sure to close your eyes if you don't like to see that kind of stuff- intercourse is not the option,,,, mass arson it is/ih

I can only imagine Horropedia calling you either your name, Babe, Baby, or Boo (NOT PUN INTENDED I SWEAR FJNFNF;;) Is usually your name being called normally. Unless he is so so happy,,, or is because he just did something you probably not going to like~ 😇✨️

“Is your name Boo? Because you’re making me scream in delight.” ♥️

Oh boy-

#reverse: 1999 #horropedia x reader #horropedia #reverse 1999 #reverse: 1999 x reader

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