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heart-of-the-morningstar · 3 months

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Alr hear me out, the service top lucifer with a very insecure reading. (Fem or GN) like he has to coax the reader to like open up (God damn I'm blushing thinking abt it-). Maybe even having to like talk them into even taking thier clothes off. Just a little idea stuck in my head.

Thank you very muchly.

Ooooooohh you’re giving me IDEAS (tbh I’d be the same boat)

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✨Opening Up✨

Lucifer x f!reader

Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play, pet names, oral (m & f receiving), p in v, service top!Lucifer

It has become evident that I am unable to write anything concise 😅

I’M SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG I MEANT TO POST THIS DAYS AGO 😭😭

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You sat upright on Lucifer’s king sized bed, the King of Hell straddling your lap. You don't know how you even ended up in this position, not on this bed necessarily, but how you ended up as Lucifer's beloved. You believed in your heart that you did not deserve him, but time and time again Lucifer has showered you with praise and adoration like no one ever had before. He was perfect. And you were...you. It didn't make sense.

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your sleep shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

You cut him of mid-sentence with a quick peck to his lips. He smiled bashfully, a cute blush spreading across his face. "Believe me, Luci, I want this. I mean I really want this, but..." you found it difficult to articulate what you wanted to say.

"Well, if that's the case darling, what if I go first then?," Lucifer proposed. You cocked your head, unsure of what he was talking about. He reached up and began to unbutton his shirt, starting from the top and working his way down. Oh...OH.

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes staggered. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth had never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

"Do you wanna do the honors, my dear?," he asked playfully. You gulped as your hands reached towards his shoulders. Gingerly, you slid his sleeves down each arm, slowly revealing more and more skin to you. Once his shirt was completely removed, you couldn’t help but stare. His chest was so smooth and toned, almost like it had been sculpted. “Like what you see?” Lucifer questioned coyly, noticing your unwavering expression of awe.

"W-Well that's hardly fair," you whispered, finally finding your voice, "you're an actual angel. Of course you're going to be gorgeous, I-" you slapped your hand over your mouth once you realized what you had said. "Please pretend you didn't hear that!," you begged through your hand.

Lucifer's face was flushed pink, he could help but smile. He chuckled as he went to remove your hand from your face. "Is that what you really think about me, sweetheart? I'm truly flattered to hear that coming from someone as exquisite as you."

"You...You really think..." you started to say but couldn't finish. Tears began to well up in your eyes, you tried to rub them away before Lucifer could see but it was too late. Lucifer cupped your face and ran his thumbs under your eyes to clear away the tears that had fallen. Your breath hitched, you tried to take in deep heavy breaths so you wouldn't start sobbing.

“Hey, hey, hey, shhhhh,” he spoke with a soothing tone. He removed himself from your lap and sat down next to you, embracing you in his arms. “It’s okay, angel, it’s ok. I upset you and I’m sorry, I never want to be the reason you cry.” He rested his head on top of yours while you clung to his chest. The scent of him hit your nostrils, it was like breathing in a warm spring day. Purely intoxicating. It calmed you down, you started to breathe normally again. You felt safe in his arms, you could have stayed there for the rest of your life.

You wrapped your arms around his torso, your tears finally drying. “Thank you, Lucifer,” you murmured. He gave you a tight squeeze before you lifted yourself back up, sitting at his hip and leaving your head on his shoulder. “You weren’t the reason I was sad, you know? You never have been.”

Lucifer turned his head to you, “Really? Then why-?”

“Because I’m afraid,” you quickly responded. “I’m afraid that I’m not good enough for you. That I never will be. You’re the all mighty Lucifer, King of Hell. You have so much strength and power and respect. And I’m…I’m just me.” You sighed and pulled your legs up to your chest to rest your head on your knees. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have-”

“Darling?,” Lucifer spoke at last. He brought himself in front of you on all fours and placed his hand under your chin, forcing you to look at him in his scarlet eyes. “ “Just you” is perfect. You don’t need to be anything but yourself! I understand what you’re feeling, and it’s okay to express that. But please know that I love you just the way you are. You are my true strength.”

You chuckled softly, leaning into his hand that was now pressed against your cheek. You took his words to heart; he loved you. He loved you so much. You had to show him that you felt the same way. You drew in a few quick and deep breaths before reaching for the hem of your sleep shirt.

“Wait, wait, what are you-” Lucifer tried to say, but you were too fast. Your shirt disappeared from your body and was tossed across the room. Silence filled the space, the only thing you could hear was your heart threatening to burst through your chest.

It was at that moment you noticed you couldn’t see Lucifer’s face. His hands had flown up to block his view of you.

“Lucifer?” you called to him.

“Y-You didn’t have to do that, love,” he stuttered. “I never wanted you to feel that you had to-”

“Please look at me, Luci,” you pleaded. “I love you. And I trust you. Let me show you. Please.”

You saw Lucifer’s hands slowly fall away from his hands, his eyes still screwed shut. “Are you sure?” he asked softly.

You leaned in to plant a kiss on his soft lip. Lucifer’s eyes shot open in surprise, you pulled away before he had a chance to react. Blood rushed to your cheeks when you saw him staring at you. Your first instinct was to cover yourself and shy away, but you pushed those feelings deep down. You were going to be vulnerable, you needed to be brave. Not just for him, but for yourself. You gripped the bed sheets so hard that you felt your nails digging into your skin through the silk.

After what seemed like an eternity, Lucifer had snapped out of his trance. He started to crawl towards you on his hands and knees, only stopping when his lips were inches away from your own. You felt his hot breath on you, you were finding it more and more difficult to keep your composure.

“You…are breathtaking,” he cooed, crashing his lips into yours hungrily. His tongue begged for entrance to your mouth, and you happily allowed it. You felt yourself slowly drifting down onto your back as you and Lucifer desperately devoured each other. He pulled away from your lips, trying to catch his breath, but you noticed he wasn’t looking into your eyes. His attention had drifted a little further down. He swallowed hard.

“May I?,” Lucifer asked breathlessly. Your face felt extremely hot and you couldn’t find the power to speak, so instead you nodded your head vigorously. He gave you a cheeky grin before lowering his mouth down onto one of your nipples. The noise you made sounded more high pitched than you meant it, but God, did it feel amazing! His tongue worked one nipple as his hand played with the other. You loved the sensation of him sucking and licking at your sensitive skin, the tiny bites from his teeth driving you insane. He rolled your other nipple between his two fingers, the pinches he gave sent your brain into overdrive. You never knew how sensitive you were, but Lucifer was more than happy to service you.

All of a sudden you noticed a different sensation, you felt something press against your inner thigh, dangerously close to your clothed pussy. It took your brain a few seconds to realize what was happening.

“Uhh, Lucifer, a-are you…”, you mumbled. Lucifer looked up from your chest with a puzzled face. “I can feel umm, I-I can feel your uhh…”, you didn’t know why you couldn’t say it. Maybe you were too embarrassed, which seemed silly considering what position you found yourself in. You pointed down towards your pants where Lucifer was wedged.

“Oh…OH,” Lucifer exclaimed pushing himself from you and onto his knees. “Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry! I didn’t realize you could uhh, feel that…please forgive me!”

Seeing him so flustered somehow calmed some of the nerves you had before. It was cute, really. Demon overlord Lucifer getting embarrassed about unintentionally pushing his hard on against your thigh. You let out a small giggle.

"It's alright, Luci," you chuckled. "I'm flattered, really!"

Lucifer smiled, placing his hand behind him to rub the back of his neck. "I'm still sorry about that, love. I'm a little embarrassed."

“Well,” you breathed, “I guess it’s only fair that I embarrass myself too then, right?” Without warning, you grabbed the waistband of your pants and ripped them off along with your panties in one fell swoop. You laid naked in front of Lucifer, whose whole face had turned a shade of red you’ve never seen before.

“Ffffuck,” was all Lucifer could muster. You watched his Adam’s apple rise and fall, attempting to regain his thoughts. Looking at you, it was plain to see how soaked you were.

“Like what you see?,” you teased. Lucifer nodded his head eagerly, still at a loss for words. You lifted your hand and curled your finger, beckoning him to you. Obediently, Lucifer crawled on the bed towards you with no reservations. “You’re not the only one that’s worked up here. Now we’re even.”

“My love, please…” Lucifer whined, “please let me taste you.”

"Don't you...wanna get more comfortable first?," you asked him, knowing the problem in his pants had probably only gotten worse for him.

"Not until I've had my fill of you, sweetheart," he smiled before forcing his head between your legs. The moan you let out was guttural, almost feral, he lapped your folds like a starving man. He took long, drawn out licks up your slit before focusing on your clit. His lips kissed and sucked on your sensitive nub, sending waves of pleasure throughout you entire body. You couldn't pull away if you tried, he had wrapped his arms under your legs so you couldn't escape his assault on your cunt.

"Sh-shit, oh-oh my God Lucifer, FUCK," you moaned. You could feel a smile form on his face as this seemed to have made him pick up the pace. You screamed from his tongue darting in and out of you, feeling so close to snapping. Your thighs started to fold in on his head and you grabbed a fistful of his hair trying to regain some assemblance of control. “Fuckfuckfuck, mmmm…gonna c-cum, aaggghh, gonnacumgonnacum!” Lucifer’s tongue relentlessly circling your clit finally caused your body to spasm, your orgasm causing you to scream out in pleasure. Lucifer didn’t stop though, he let you ride out your orgasm and hungrily devoured your release. Once you finally came down from your high, Lucifer lifted his face from between your legs and flashed you a toothy grin, seemingly quite proud of his work.

“You alright, darling?,” he asked innocently, almost pretending like he wasn’t the cause of what you had just experienced.

“Y-yeah, I’m…I’m fine,” you breathed. “Just…Jesus, that was intense! Give me a little warning before you go all in on me like that again!”

Lucifer laughed. “I’m sorry, love, I couldn’t help myself.”

You rolled your eyes at him playfully. “Oh, I’m sure you couldn’t. Now, let’s get these off you, hmm?,” you said tugging at his pants.

Lucifer stood up from the bed quickly. He undid his belt and let his pants drop to the floor. From the outlines of his briefs, you were surprised that they could contain him at all. Before he could pull at the hem, you jumped off the bed to stop him.

“Allow me,” you offered, getting on your knees in front of him. You reached up and grabbed onto his briefs, snaking them down his legs. His cock sprang free of its cage and hung in front of your face, its tip already leaking. Without thinking, your wrapped your lips around the head of his cock. Lucifer let out a moan that you’ve never heard before, filled with absolute lust and need. You took one of your hands and grabbed the base of his shaft, slowly stroking up and down while your mouth continued to work on his head. You ran small licks against the slit, tasting and lapping all of the precum that was forming. You loved the taste of him.

“Love…f-fuck,” Lucifer panted, trying to fight through his moans, “if you don’t s-stop now, I-I’m gonna cum. I wanna…wanna feel you. P-Please…”

Reluctantly, you pulled your mouth away from his cock with a *pop*, pouting slightly. Lucifer leaned down to grab your torso and tossed you onto the bed like you were made of paper mache. That angelic strength of his always caught you off guard. Lucifer crept between your legs, planting a tender kiss on your lips.

“I promise,” he whispered against your lips, “next time you can finish what you started, but right now I need you. Need to feel you.” Lucifer brought his fingers to your needy cunt, feeling the slickness of your folds. Your breath caught in your throat at the sensation. He took his other hand and lined up the tip of his cock to your entrance. “Are you ready, my angel?,” he asked softly.

You grinned and nodded your head. With that, Lucifer closed the space between you once more with a fiery kiss as his cock entered you inch by inch. Your cries mixed with his as he finally entered you completely.

“You feel…amazing, darling, fuck…” Lucifer choked out. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” you murmured, “I-I’m okay. You can move.”

“Anything for you,” he smiled. Lucifer slowly began to rock his hips into you, his cock filling you up completely with each thrust. You could feel every inch of him ruining your pussy, hitting just the right spot every time. It didn’t take long for his pace to become erratic and uneven. He buried his cock deep inside you, both of your moans filling the room.

“Lu-Lucifer, o-oh shit, Lucifer, I-I’m so close,” you pleaded. “Please don’t stop, p-please don’t.”

“Cum for me, darling. Wanna feel you cum.” Lucifer groaned. He bit down on your should as he continued to pound into you, biting and sucking your tender skin. You were shaking, he was going too fast, you were coming undone.

“Cuminme…FUCKCUMINME,” you screamed and wrapped your legs around him as your orgasm flooded over you. You felt your walls pulsating around his cock, it was too much for Lucifer to handle. You heard him cry out and felt him twitch inside you, filling you up with his hot cum.

Coming down from your highs, you both laid there for a moment trying to catch your breath. You played with Lucifer’s hair as he laid across your chest, completely worn out. A minute or two passed before Lucifer sat up and pulled himself out of you. He laid down next to you, staring at your flushed face.

“Are you alright?,” he asked. “Did I hurt you at all?”

“No, you didn’t hurt me,” you smiled. “That felt…really good. Thank you, for everything.”

Lucifer hummed and leaned up to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “No, thank you, love.”

You chuckled returning the kiss. “Would…you mind if I held you, Luci?”

Lucifer’s eyes widened, but he smiled wide. “Of course not, I’d love nothing more.”

Lucifer rolled on his side, giving you the chance to push your body against his back and wrap your arms around him. You both didn’t move until the morning.

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Hope you enjoyed my second attempt at NSFW content lmaooooo

AND YEAH I MADE HIM THE LITTLE SPOON, IT’S WHAT HE WOULD WANT

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel smut #lucifer morningstar #lucifer smut #lucifer x reader #lucifer morningstar x reader #writing prompt #my writing #this was meant to be a cute short thing but i can never stop myself lmao #my signature is just posting goofy faces of Lucifer to remind everyone this is who we’re thirsting over

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dreamingonfilm · 1 year

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✧˖*°࿐ Love Letters | d.m

Draco Malfoy x f!reader, fluff

Summary: In which Draco tries to find the girl who sends him love letters, unaware to the fact that it’s you.

W/C: 1.5k

Draco’s fingers traced over the writing on the pink envelope once again. His mind was not able to rest as he tried to piece together who left the note on his bedside in the middle of the night. Delicately opening it once more, he reread the words inside;

Draco,

I hope you can learn to see yourself the way that I see you, with love and acceptance. You are what makes everyday worth it. Constellations are named after you, and each day I can’t help but to be thankful for the sun breathing on you once more. You are my light.

He carefully closed the envelope and placed it inside his bag. ‘They like me.’ the boy thought to himself, ‘someone actually likes me.’

It’s not that the boy was a stranger when it comes to love, but never once has he been perceived as something more than what he truly is. He’s always been Draco Malfoy, heir to the Malfoy throne, son of Lucius, and most importantly a Slytherin. For this reason, he constantly rejected any advances that came from the female students around him. While his rejections came off as rude and cold-hearted, the other students failed to see that Draco, just like everyone else around him, was human too. He was scared of being hurt by the one feeling that he craved the most.

The walk to class was almost unbearable, he couldn’t stop thinking about the letter. He wanted to know the poet behind those beautiful words, the ones that kept repeating over and over in his head as he tried stirring potions or taking notes. You are what makes everyday worth it. He became hyper aware of his surroundings, assuming that he would know when he sees her, but he failed to realize that she was not someone that could be so easily spotted. She came exactly when you needed her to, not by desire alone.

—-

“Draco,” his friend Blaise called to him, “focus.”

“Oh, right.” Draco replied, trying to get his thoughts together as he walked back to his seat. It was the middle of the school week and his mind was only getting more crowded with the thoughts of her. As he sat back down, his friends swarmed him with questions as to what it was that he smelled in his amortentia, assuming that this would be the first step to finding her.

“I can’t describe it.” He sighed, running a hand through his platinum hair in defeat. “She has me going crazy and I don’t even know her.”

“Well,” Pansy spoke up, “I suggest maybe moving on? I mean, if she wants to be anonymous it may be for a reason. Plus, you have hundreds of other girls that would kill to be with you, Draco. Maybe try your luck somewhere else.” She flashed him a sincere smile before going in to hold his hand, but her efforts were cut short as the boy suddenly stood up.

“I don’t want to be with anyone unless it’s her.” He sneered, shaking his head as he turned around and started heading straight to the door. He said a hushed goodbye to his friends before exiting into the crowded hall.

Why couldn’t his friends see that he didn’t want anyone else? He didn’t care about her wealth, status, or looks, all that he wanted was someone that could love him in full. Love him in a way that can’t be tamed, a love that lives long after they do. This was something that he knew he wasn’t going to find any time soon, for as long as he was at Hogwarts he could only be Draco Malfoy.

His hopes were on her.

He walked through the hall, pushing through students that stood in his way as he asserted dominance with a ray of confidence and high ego. Students glared at him but none had the guts to say anything, this fear that Draco instilled was not one that was going to go away any time soon. It was one that he brought upon himself and now had to live with. Somewhere in between his daydreams and the crowded corridor, he felt someone bump into him. Their shoulders collided as his books fell to the floor. The stranger mumbled a quick apology before running off.

In the midst of his anger, he froze. He smelt it. That same scent that clouded him only a few minutes before. There it was, it was her, but just as quickly as he smelled it, she was gone. Only seeing her hair as she turned at the corner of the hallway.

He quickly got up and chased after her, pushing and shoving anyone that got in his way. This was his chance, he was finally going to meet the girl that’s been making him mad, the one that he’s been dreaming of. His heart was pounding as he ran faster and faster down the hall, students staring at him in confusion as he was passing them by, quills and journals flying out of his bag – but he didn't care, he couldn’t let her get away.

Once he turned the corner, he couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sensation of defeat. His heart crushed as he stared into the empty hallway.

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Two weeks have passed since the day that Draco and her collided. He sat in his bed, holding a brand new letter. The same shade of pink as the one before, with the handwriting that he’s fallen in love with.

“Draco,

I’m sorry for not writing to you. I’ve been thinking of you every day, and I just can’t bear to keep dreaming of you without letting you know that I’m sorry for bumping into you in the hallway. The truth is, I’m scared, Draco.

I’m scared you aren’t going to like me for who I am. I’m scared that writing to you was a mistake. I’m scared that the only way you will ever see me is through these letters. I see you every day, why can’t you see me?

You’re always in my heart, shining above me every night, my constellation. If we remain strangers forever, just know that I’ve never come to love someone like how I love you.”

He was getting restless. Constant possibilities of who it could be running through him, he even considered the possibility that this could be a prank, but no amount of doubt could prevent him from finding her, his hope overpowered all the fear that he had.

Draco sat up once more and started getting ready for dinner. Brushing his hair and straightening out his tie, he needed to look presentable for the off chance that he could be meeting her today.

He headed down into the Great Hall and that’s when he saw it. A pink envelope in the hands of a girl he’s never talked to, but not just any girl, it was you.

He shouted out into the void, but he wasn’t quick enough. “Hey wait!” he called out, as you quickly grabbed your things and ran off once more. He couldn’t see you like this, it wasn’t the right time. Your face flushed red as you ran, your breathing quickening as your legs started to grow tired, but you could not let him find you.

Draco chased after you, he was only a few feet behind but with enough determination you knew you could lose him. As you sprinted through the maze of halls, you started to grow light headed, you knew that if you didn’t stop soon you would faint.

But it’s not the right time

You stopped in front of a random classroom, rushing to open the door before he could catch up to you, but it was too late. He crashed into you, both of you falling to the ground with a loud thump, his hands landing on either sides of you as you laid in between him.

He finally found you.

“Who are you?” He asked, not wasting any more time to get to know the girl who stole his heart. You stared into his eyes, feeling a frog in your throat as you mustered up the courage to finally talk to him.

“M-my name is (Y/N).” You whispered, neither of you breaking eye contact. He smiled, grabbing hold of your hands as he went to pick you both up. You were both nervous, too scared of saying the wrong things, but wanting to say them all regardless.

“(Y/N),” he repeated, looking at you with a face full of love and adoration, “I’m Draco.”

He brushed your hair with his fingers and went to pat the dust off your shoulders. You didn’t know what to say or do, but you didn’t have to.

This was the right time.

“Come along then (Y/N),” Draco smiled, interlocking his hand in yours before leading you back down to the Great Hall, “we have a lot of catching up to do.”

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aphroditesmoon · 4 months

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heyy for the clarisse head cannons, maybe a enemies to lovers w clarisse

enemies to lovers hcs with clarisse

clarisse la rue x fem!reader

warnings: fighting, mild violence, kissing.

- I feel like you would probably be in athena cabin or hermes, (or whichever ur prefer)

- clarisse has a lot of people who hate her, but no one brave enough to challenge he, until she met you.

- the two of you match eachother's skills, and it's frustrating for clarisse to admit that you're actually good.

- "you really think you're all that, don't you?"

- "of course not, we both know no ones better than you, clarisse."

- you probably meant it literally, but everyone watching laughs anyway.

- everytime you spar with her, its not because you want to humiliate her but simply because you're intrigued by clarisse.

she was an angry, violent girl, and you wondered deep down if that was the only side of her that existed.

- she doesn't know that ofc.

- she thinks everytime you try to be funny or nice to her, you're just being patronizing.

- for example, when you tell her she's not that bad or try to help her up after you win she's sure that you meant it in a mocking way.

- that was until she got beef with the new kid percy jackson and he broke her spear 💀

- when you found her alone in the ares cabin while everyone's eating dinner, you tried to comfort her. she doesn't appreciate the notion.

- "you shouldn't have went after him, clarisse." you told her.

- "how was I supposed to know he was a son of the big three?" she snapped back, refusing to look anywhere else but atnthe spear.

- the cabin was sileny for a moment before yoi spoke again, "maybe you could give it over to the haphaestus kids, they could fix it."

- "this is a magical spear, not a normal one." she answers back.

- she assumed you came to gloat, to tell her she deserved it, to call her a bully like everyone else did, but she was weirdly comforted by your presence instead. she didn't have to lie or pretend to be strong in front of you, something she learned of after a few months in of sparring with you is that you wouldn't hit someone during their weakest.

- "I remember the first gift my mom/dad gave me when I first got here. a knife, It meant so much to me, but I didn't know that it wasn't invincible, I broke it while trying to pull it out of a tree after I accidentally staked it into."

- clarisse was quiet for a moment before turning to you with a frown and said: "that's so stupid."

- you smiled at her and nodded your head. "yeah it was." she smiled back at you and shook her head. "I can't believe thats the same person who beat my ass last week."

- your eyes widened. "I can't believe you're actually admitting that I've beat your ass." she scoffed at that.

- "how did it end up in the tree anyways?" She asked. you blinked for a few times and reluctantly responded, "I tried to carve my name onto the tree." you could tell clarisse was so baffled by it that she wanted to laugh, but instead she just stared at you with her mouth wide open.

- "thats-" "stupid, yeah, you already said that."

- "carving your name on a tree? really? what, were you 10 years old or something?"

- you were 10. "I was 10 actually." "oh." her face relaxed, all of it finally making sense.

- "anyways, what I mean is, at least your spear went out in a fight. I'm sure your father must be really proud of you."

- clarisse looked away immediately, as if the idea of her father at all, hurted her.

- "you know nothing about my father."

- you shrugged and sat next to her on her bed. "I don't, but I know you. and I'd say you did pretty damn well.".

- you expected her to snap at you again, that was her thing, confronted by kindness or any kind of empathy, fight or flight. but instead she smiled sadly at you. "you think so?"

- you answered yes and inched closer to her. "everyone at camp is either scared of you, or they respect you. that respect didn't come out of nowhere."

- clarisse nodded her head, staring back down at the spear on her lap. "do you really think they can fix it?"

- "it's worth a try." you told her.

- the next time you see her was the following day after she and the other cabin leaders were gathered together for Percy to choose for his quest.

- you noticed she still tries ti act cold with you, but she was less meaner than before.

- "chiron gathered the best of the best to join the quest." she had told you when you asked her where she went.

- "and he asked you to be there?"

- "what, you don't think im good all of the sudden?" she asks, glaring at you.

- you rolled your eyes at her. "I know you're good, but I also know that you tried to kill Percy yesterday, not exactly team spirit is it?"

- she considered it for a moment and shrugged. "who cares, at least that punk will be gone for a while. everything can go back to normal." you follow her as she walked out of the cabin with a normal spear.

- "normal as in?"

- "normal as in, I'm going to kick your ass."

- the two of you sparred for an hour and a half, you wont say that you were holding back today, but you weren't exactly giving her your all. you liked to see the eay she smiled everytime she won, even if it was annoyingly smug.

- that same night, rumors were going around that clarisse was going soft. breaking her infamous spear, befriending her nemesis.

- "we're not friends," she told her cabin siblings. "It's not my fault she's obsessed with me."

- when word got out about what she said, you decided that maybe trying to get to know clarisse was a bad idea. not really being the confrontational kind of person, you just stopped talkiing to her.

- it was a few days later when she went out of her way to find you. all the cabins were in disarray. they were all choosing sides between zeus and poseidon after the news broke that the two powerful gods we're against eachother.

- uncharacteristically, clarisse aided with poseidon. she weighed her choices as cabin leader and daughter of ares and decided it was the best option

- (if you're a daughter of athena) then, you sided with zeus. athena is known to having feud with the god poseidon, and you would side your mother.

- (if you're in the other cabins), then you just use the feud as an excuse to not talk to her, claiming that all kinds of provocative interaction should be kept om a liminal time.

- clarisse found you in the bathroom and tried to get you to listen to her.

- "you're saying that this feud bothers you so much that you've just completely stopped talking to me?"

- "I think, that I'd like to stop being so obsessed with you, considering it was you who said that you wanted me out of your hair."

- she chased after you as you walked out of the bathroom and pulled you to the side.

- " I didn't mean it that way." she was lying and you both knew that.

- "you know what your problem is clarisse? you care so much of what other people think of you, what their perception of you is like. people who wouldn't blink twice if you were in danger. but what about the people who do care about you? the people who want to keep caring about you?"

- your words caught her off guard, she knew it was her fault but she didn't think as far as you had said.

- "I care about you too." she says honestly.

- "you don't hurt people you care about." and she knew that. she knew what it felt like to be scorned and hated by the person you love. and clarisse la rue, will not be like her father.

- "give me one chance to make it up to you, let us start over again." she pleaded.

- you might resent her for what she had done, but that doesn't mean you're immune to her wishes. "one chance."

- "one chance." she agreed.

- the next day, while everyone was out practising, she finda you helping a younger girl in your camp with her stance in fighting and called you to the side.

- "I got something for you." she said.

- the two of you walked a bit further away from other people but she stopped and pull out something from her pocket.

- "the haphaestus kids couldn't fix my spear, but I did get them to work out something new for you."

- it was a knife, similar to your old on2, but the engraved heart shape on the black holder was different. The holder was made if rubbee, easier to grip, and the tip was sharper than anything you've seen.

- "this is for me?" she nodded and placed it into your right palm.

- "it's not magical, but it'll be useful."

- you did not hesitate to pull her by the back of her head to lean down and meet your lips halfway.

- and she did not hesitate to wrap her own arms around your nwck and waist to kiss you back just as strongly.

- "I'm gonna get laughed at for this aren't I?" she muttered against your lips as she pulls away slightly.

- "not something you can't handle." you decided with a small smile on your lips.

- "right, definitely not something I can't handle." she agreed.

#clarisse la rue #clarisse la rue x reader #pjo series #pjo #percy jackson and the olympians #percy jackson #the lightning thief #dior goodjohn #wlw

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ellieslittlewh0re · 9 months

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𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐢𝐧 (𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏)

* ೃ⁀➷ part 2 - part 3

pairings - farmers daughter! reader x farmhand! ellie

summary - your dad hires a stranger to help out around the farm

additional tags - inexperienced but flirty reader, shy/loser ellie, cowboy boot wearing ellie, mutual pinning, slight masturbation mention (e!), e! w/ a southern accent??, eventual smut, (nothing too crazy happens in this part it’s mostly just setting vibes lol)

Beads of sweat collected on the bridge of your nose, and your thighs stuck together as you sat on the porch swing, just lazily swinging back and forth, using your tippy toes to keep the momentum going.

You look out over the vast pasture- green as far as the eye can see, with nothing to distract from the country landscape except for some power lines out in the distance.

Even with the sun starting to set- it was still unbelievably hot.

"Keep goin' like that and you're gonna die of a heat stroke."

You yell to your father who was working under the hood of his rusty truck. Usually, he pays no mind to your nagging, but this time it seemed to work- or perhaps he was just finished for the night.

He shuts the hood, slamming it with a metallic thud before wiping his hands on a greasy rag.

His boots rang loudly against the hallow wooden stairs of the porch, looking down at you through bushy eyebrows.

"I don't need your sass, kid."

You roll your eyes at his comment. He's always been stubborn and tough, but in his old age, you can't help but worry. His cheeks have hallowed over the years, sun spots forming from the countless hours working on the farm, and his movements became slowed from the hard work catching up to him.

"I wouldn't sass if you'd just listen. Seriously, it's okay to hire someone to help. no one is gonna shame you for that." You pester affectionately, standing from the swing to open the screen door and enter the house with him following behind.

You follow him to the kitchen, listing all the reasons why he should have help.

One: he's getting old.

Two: his knee has never been the same since he had that operation done 4 years ago.

Three: the farm is too big and demanding to tend to alone.

"Okay- enough.. you sound just like your mother sometimes I swear." He hold a hand up, pausing you mid-ramble, and takes a sip from the glass he filled from the tap.

You pouted, and once again, your suggestions felt shot down.

He finishes the water, wiping his beard with the back of his hand.

"I actually have someone comin' by tomorrow. They were recommended t' me by Phillip at the feed store."

Your eyes lighten up, a smile grows on your face, and you finally feel like you can breathe, knowing that the hardships wouldn't be your dads alone anymore.

You rush around the kitchen island, placing a kiss to your dads cheek and squeezed him tight.

"Thank you! I can't wait- I'll have to bake em' something sweet tonight."

"Alright- settle down-" he pushes you away slightly with a smile on his weathered face. Truly an adoring annoyance that only a parent could love.

Your old man calls it a night, showering and off to bed he went, but you? Oh- you were busy. You tried your hardest to keep the sound down to a minimum, bowls, and kitchen utensils splayed on the counters.

A small apron draped around your waist, flour smudged on your cheekbone as you pulled the blueberry scones out of the oven. A satisfied smile grows on your face as you observe your work and finishing of the pastries with a dusting of powdered sugar.

Maybe, you were going a tad bit overboard, but the truth is, you were painfully lonely. The only time you had any visitors on the farm was when you held pumpkin patches in the fall, but even then, it was always young families that didn't bother to stay around for too long.

You go upstairs, a slight pep in your step as you did so. You showered and put in your favorite pajamas- a short, soft floral patterned dress with bows that secured the straps.

You tossed in bed, sleep not being in favor since your mind was still wide awake. You try to picture what they would look like- what they sounded like.

Was he tall? Around your age, or is he just another old man like your father? Maybe they're not a man at all.

It's best not to get ahead of yourself; whoever this person is, they are coming to work for your dad and not to become your friend.

You slept lightly, and your senses became more aware as a muted thud rang outside your second-story bedroom window. You open your eyes slowly, blinking away the sleepy confusion as dust particles dance in the sunbeams of your room.

It took you a few seconds to realize why today was so important, but once you remembered- it had you scattering out of bed to your window, pulling back the sheer laced curtains, and taking a peak outside.

There was a truck you didn't recognize parked in the driveway. It was slightly newer than your dad's, but that's not saying much; a simple 2-door with an extended bed, slightly lifted with sturdy-looking tires.

A slim figure stood next to the driver's side door, hands on their hips as they looked up at the house. To your surprise, it wasn't a man at all.

You squint, trying to get a better look at her without realizing how big of a creep you are being.

Her hair shined a brilliant shade of auburn in the morning light, a brown button up shirt with the sleep rolled up to her elbows, slightly flared and worn denim jeans hugged her hips with brown cowboy boots that seemed to match the leather of her belt.

You caught a glimpse of something on her arm, dark lines that disrupted her pale skin. It was a tattoo, although you could make out the details of the design.

She looked the part of someone who knows how to run a farm, but something about her seemed so out of place- almost like she was too pretty for such a dirty job.

While you were too busy eyeing her up and down, you didn't realize she had caught you. She put her hand up, holding it there for a second before bringing it back down to her side. You wave back, a slight wiggle of you fingertips which made her smile.

You watch her walk out of the frame of your window before sitting on the edge of your bed- your fingers grasping at the embroidered comforter. You had this weird feeling in your tummy; it was something you couldn't explain, almost like nausea but also like when you go on a big rollercoaster.

You felt nervous but excited all at the same time. You figured it was because she was around your age, maybe slightly older- shrugging it off as you got up and got ready for the day.

You brush your hair before tying it into two loose braids, finishing it with light pink ribbons at the ends. You wanted to put a little more effort into your appearance today since you're meeting someone new, and as daddy always said, "First impressions are the most important."

You take a deep breath in the last most of solitude of your room before making your way down the stairs, the conversation between the stranger and your father growing louder and louder from the kitchen as you inched closer.

"There she is-" your dad motions an arm in your direction, the stranger immediacy turning to meet your face.

"Ellie, this is my daughter, y/n, and y/n, this is Ellie."

"It's nice t' meet you, Ellie." You said in your sweetest voice you could muster as you walk towards her, holding a hand out.

"Likewise." She smiles, taking your hand in hers and shakes it firmly. She seemed respectful, maybe even a little flustered- seeing that her cheeks started to turn a deep shade of pink.

Upon seeing her closer, it didn't help settle your nerves. She was gorgeous; freckles adorned her alabaster skin, a scar that ran through her eyebrow and upper lip, and her eyes a mossy shade of green with dark, long lashes framing the shape.

She was honestly the prettiest girl you've ever seen but not in the same way you were often described. There was a boyish charm to her that you had never seen before.

"Well- best we get to it then." Your dad chimes in, causing you to let go of the calloused hand that you hadn't realized you were still holding onto.

"I'll see you around Ellie." You just barely make audible to her, bitting down on your bottom lip before turning on your heel and leaving them to do their jobs.

Ellie was almost speechless upon meeting you. Never in a million years did she ever think a girl like you could live in this small country town, but fuck, leave it to her luck- you were the boss's daughter, which means you were off limits.

You didn't make it easy on her either, prancing around in your little summer dress that flowed with your movements, rising dangerously high when you would turn around, almost giving her a peek of your ass.

Ellie swallowed hard each time, the saliva filling her mouth with all the dirty thoughts she had- which mostly consisted of you underneath her, completely naked and trembling after she forced a 4th orgasm out of you.

The sun was starting to set, blanketing the canvas in shades of orange and pink, and to your disappointment- Ellie would be leaving soon.

She was walking towards her truck, slightly dragging her feet from exhaustion, and you're happy she did so. It gave you enough time to run out of the house barefoot, container filled with the homemade goods in your hands.

"Ellie!-" you called out to her which made her turn around, her hand opening the driver side door.

You nearly bump into her, slightly out of breath as you held up the tupperware with both of your hands.

"Sorry- I made them last night, must've forgotten in to give 'em' to you earlier." Again, your voice is so sweet and innocent- like honey coated candies on her tongue.

A smirk grows on her face, taking the gift from you to inspect them.

"That's mighty kind of you.. oh no, are these blueberries?"

Your face contorts to concern, and Ellie can't help but think how fucking cute you look all worried like that.

"Yeah, why? Do you not like 'em?" You pout, almost like you're on the verge of tears

A low chuckle reverberates in her throat, "I'm just messing with you, doll. They look delicious."

"Meanie."

A few seconds of silence go by, and Ellie looks everywhere except your face, and I mean everywhere- including the plushness of your breast that spilled over the top of your dress - she couldn't have you knowing how red her cheeks are right now.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She said it almost like a question- as if you'd miss out on such an opportunity.

"See you tomorrow, Ellie. Goodnight." You stand on your tippy toes, planting a quick kiss on the rounds of her cheeks, and run back inside, leaving Ellie in full panic mode.

She gets into her truck, taking a moment to herself before turning over the engine. Her fingers tighten around the steering wheel as she replays it in her head. She felt like she could combust, literally and figuratively- her head came down to rest on the wheel, and her cheeks ached from the smile that wouldn't seem to leave her lips.

In fact- she thought about it all night long. When she showered, when she laid in bed trying to sleep, she was tingling, an ache growing inside the depths of her stomach.

I mean, could you blame her? You didn't try to hide how hard you stared or how flirtatious you were towards her.

Maybe you were just like that with everyone.

Still- it didn't stop her. And It didn't stop her hand from slipping into the waistband of her checkered pajama pants, and it definitely didn't stop her from fingering herself to thoughts of you.

She came hard that night, harder than she had before, and she can't help but wonder- if simply her imagines of you felt this good, how would fucking you for real feel?

❥ taglist - @machetegirl109

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selineram3421 · 3 months

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*stumbles in and door slams into the wall* Ding-dong💘

Soft Love

Alastor X Chubby Reader

Warnings ⚠

⚠ food mention-desserts and strawberries, hurt/comfort, italics=thoughts, insecurities, mentions of murder, mention of cannibalism, slight implied/suggestive ⚠

Life in Hell was hectic.

Love in Hell? Nearly impossible to find.

Especially if its real.

Alastor knew you as the kind, soft demon that everyone got along with in the hotel staff.

Kind even to him.

Your work at the hotel was mostly in the arts. The Princess has you in the therapy area to help sinners express their emotions with different mediums.

Such an interesting demon you were with many hobbies. Painting, singing, dancing, baking, designing, cooking, knitting, photography, drawing. The list could go on possibly for a while, you haven't shared all of them.

He was curious, wondering exactly what damned you to Hell.

"Alastor!"

Speak of the devil, you called.

"Yes dear?", he looked up from his book.

He sat on the lobby couch that was just across the bar, patiently waiting for you to speak.

"Could you try something for me? I made some lava cake for desert but I want to make sure yours is the right amount of bitter."

Yes, you were also very considerate and attentive.

"Of course dear!", he stood from the couch and whisked his book away into the shadows. "You know I always look forward to your baking."

He followed behind you, smiling a little wider at the pep in your step.

The Radio Demon knew that he had feelings for you. It took him a while to come to terms with it but let it happen anyway.

You were also the only person that he touched (respectfully) often. Holding your hand, linking your arms together, squishing your cheeks, holding you close for a dance. All excuses just to feel your warmth and softness.

Sure, he's let his friend Rosie touch him but she knew that he didn't like physical contact too often unless it was needed for dancing.

"I made your cake less sweet too!", you turned to look back at him with a smile.

"I appreciate it."

Once both of you entered the kitchen, you showed him the cakes and got out two different chocolate mixes.

"The lighter one is the sweetest, and the darker one is quite bitter.", you placed the bowls on the counter. "I actually want to try it with strawberries too.."

"Sounds appetizing!", he stepped closer and placed his hand on your lower back, leaning forward. "I wouldn't mind having a bite."

You blushed and avoided his gaze.

How adorable.

"I'll get a spoon for you to try the chocolate.", you said before walking out of his hold and over to the drawers near the door.

One thing he noticed was that when it came to his touch, you'd shy away. When he gave you compliments regarding your appearance, you would brush him off or put yourself down.

It upset him greatly.

Somewhat impatient, he swiped up some of the dark chocolate with his finger and tasted it.

"Alastor!"

Like a child, he quickly held his hands behind his back as if to hide something.

"Yes?"

You sighed and got a napkin before walking up to the red man.

"No use in hiding what you did.", you held out your hand.

"But I'm not hiding anything.", he shows you his hands by placing them on yours. "See?"

You hum and pull him down by his hands. "You've got chocolate on the side of your lip deer.", you point out and laugh.

He let's you clean him up with the napkin.

When you pull back, he stops you by taking a hold of your hand with the napkin. Calling your name, the Radio Demon looks you in the eye.

"I have a question for you"

"What is it?", you ask.

"Why is it that whenever I give you a compliment, you disregard it?"

In a second you stiffened and stared at him wide eyed.

"W-what? I don't do that..", you tried to pull away.

Alastor places a kiss on your fingers, still not letting go of your hand.

"Don't lie to me my dear, I always remember everything about you."

You look away with a sigh.

The frown on your face makes his unbeating heart ache.

"I don't like to talk about it.", you say and pull away.

Instead of leaving, you move the bowls and hop onto the counter to sit. Then you take a moment before speaking.

"I wasn't always treated right because of how big I looked.", you said with a sad smile. "I wasn't beauty standard perfect, or had a body that someone could ogle."

The red demon listened.

"When I did get into a relationship, it wasn't good. I was belittled, abused, and cheated on. But I still loved with my whole being..", you moved your hands onto your lap. "I was stabbed to death by them."

Alastor had to hold back his anger.

He wanted to find the person who dared treat you like nothing. To torture and rip them apart. To eat them alive.

"Silly, isn't it?", you smiled sadly, staring down at your hands. "Its what got me killed in the first place but yet I'm still chasing after it."

The Radio Demon slowly took your hands and gently rubbed them.

"You just put your heart in the wrong hands.", he said and lifted your hands to kiss your knuckles. "If I was the one who you loved, you wouldn't have to worry about any affairs."

He kissed the inside of your wrist.

"I'd compliment you everyday."

You were blushing madly at this point, too shocked and flustered to stop him.

He kissed your shoulder.

"I would never hurt you.", he says and kisses your cheek before whispering. "Unless you asked me to."

"Alastor-", you got one of your hands out of his hold to cover your mouth and some of your red face.

He leans back a bit to get a good look at you.

"I don't know how they couldn't see you for who you are. You're absolutely divine and worth so much more than anything anyone else could offer me."

You were tearing up at this point, still covering your mouth.

Carefully, the deer demon moved your hand away and caressed the side of your face. Wiping away a stray tear from your cheek.

"I love you."

You start tearing up more and he sees them start running down, some wetting his hand.

"I love all of you.", he smiles genuinely. "And if anyone dared try to insult or belittle you again, I'll make sure to torture them a million times over until you ask me to stop."

You've begun to quietly sob, wiping your tears as best as you could with your free hand.

"May I kiss you?"

You laugh at that.

"I'm a mess!", you say with a breathy laugh before sniffling.

"No, you're adorable.", he kisses the top of your head.

He let's you take a minute to calm down and helps you wipe your tears and snot away.

"Can you ask again?", you give him a shy smile.

"May I kiss you?", his smile widens.

"Yes please."

Both of you share a soft but long kiss.

I found the merch!

~Seline, the person.

Taglist@

None for right now until I can fix how to add more tags.

ML for Alastor🎙

Extra:

You confess to Alastor that you've had a crush on him for quite a while.

"How long?", he asks, deer ears perked up.

"Uh..haha.", you look away with a blush. "After a week of joining the hotel.."

Doing the math, he realized that you've fancied him four months before he started growing feelings for you.

"Is that why you would ask what my favorite meals are? And how much sweetness I could tolerate?"

You nod.

"I can't believe how oblivious I've been. You've been gifting and making things for me.", his deer ears droop down and his brows furrow. "I must make up for all the time you spent on me."

"It's alright love.", you smiled.

"No, you can't change my mind.", he says and steals a kiss. "I'm going to spoil you."

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metorea · 4 months

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Receiving Oral w/ HP Boys

smut below the cut!!! all characters aged up

Harry

♡ More than anything, Harry is nervous. Nervous to mess up, nervous to do poorly- just nervous.

♡ But this doesn't stop him from trying. Quite contrary, actually, he tries very hard.

♡ He has never gone down on anyone before, but he has …. done his research.

♡ He's gentle and cautious at first, but the sounds you're making spur him on like nothing else

♡ “So good, so so good. You can give me another right?”

♡ He finds himself quickly drunk with lust, addicted to the reactions he's pulling from you

♡ You will have to pull him off, because he's not stopping until his jaw locks up.

Ron

♡ Weasley's man, I'm telling you.

♡ This is probably one of the first sexual things you guys do together, period. Just going down on each other. No risk, high reward- what could be better?

♡ He's ever done it before you, but unlike Harry, he is not nervous in the slightest. In fact he is glaringly confident

♡ For good reason, too.

♡ Ron is, in a word, ravenous.

♡ He may be oblivious most of the time, but in this arena, he is not. Quite contrary, he is incredibly in tune with you. Every move you make, every sound that leaves your pretty lips, he's listening and adjusting accordingly

♡ “Fucking hell,” Is all you'd get from him, once or twice. His mouth is too full for him to say much else. Not that you're complaining.

Cedric

♡ Cedric is not a huge fan of oral. He prefers to get to the main event, where you're both feeling good. But seeing how interested you are in it, he's willing to try it.

♡ And God, is he glad that he did.

♡ He has you lay down on your back for him while he explores slowly, moving at an agonizing pace

♡ The first time you cum, he's shocked. He'd hardly done anything at all and here you were, a mess.

♡ It opens up a whole new world of possibilities.

♡ He watches and enjoys as feather light touches elicit the most extreme reactions from you, taking unbelievable pleasure in the way you're so desperate for him

♡ Yeah, oral becomes a staple of your foreplay from therein.

George

♡ He wants this. He wants it an incredible amount.

♡ You never have to ask. He is ready to go, constantly.

♡ Under the desk. In a closet. On his bed. On your bed. On Fred's bed. Everywhere.

♡ George Weasley is absolutely nothing in this world if not a munch.

♡ And God, is he good at it. Entirely too good at it. It's almost too much, the way he devours you without inhibition.

♡ You have to push him off when you've finally cum too much for you to handle, and simply can't keep going. Even then he'll try to persuade you to just let him help you clean up, resulting in an eventual round 10.

♡ “Come on baby, you're okay. Hush pretty girl/boy, one more.”

Fred

♡ Fred isn't a munch per se. He is, however, a freak.

♡ He's always looking to try something new, something experimental.

♡ One day, an idea occurs to him. What if he combined his two favorite things? You on top, and him making you feel good.

♡ This lands you here, on his face

♡ Fred LOVES it. He loves the way that he's drowning in you while you rut against him, his fingers digging into the fat of your hips hard enough to leave bruises as he pulls you down against him.

♡ He's looking up at you with greedy eyes while you use his mouth to get off, and he could not be more thrilled.

♡ “Y/N, I told you to sit, not hover. So fucking sit.”

Draco

♡ 69 sorry not sorry.

♡ Draco is a very greedy man. He takes and gives nothing back, as has always been the case.

♡ Luckily for you, this does not apply to sex … most of the time

♡ He loves to have you sat on his face while you go down on him so he can feel you struggling to focus, choking on him while you shake against him.

♡ He makes a game of it, trying to get you to finish before he does. More often than not, he wins

♡ “Merlin, Y/N. Already? Tsk.”

Blaise

♡ He does it to think. I'm not kidding.

♡ He's stressed out? You're crushing his head between your thighs. He's confused about something? You're sat on his face.

♡ He uses you as a reassurance, taking pride in the way he can make you feel so, so good.

♡ If he can control nothing in this world he can control how hard you're cumming on his tongue, amen.

♡ “Lay back.” He'd say, bursting into the room from what you can only assume was a long night, loosening his tie just enough for it to hang on his neck. “You know what I want prince(ss). Help me out, won't you?”

Tom Riddle

♡ Like most things with him, it is a ploy. A plot, to make you weak, make you pliable.

♡ To Tom, there is no position more powerful for him than between your legs, staring up at you while you struggle to create any thoughts whatsoever. And that's exactly how he likes you; totally brainless.

♡ Unlike the others, though, this is not about your pleasure. He is mean about it, always. More often than not, he goes down on you as a punishment, not a reward

♡ He withholds orgasms for so long you're crying, shaking against him

♡ And when he does let you cum, he refuses to let you stop- overstimulating you into a puddle

♡ He's a powerful wizard, he can go all night. And he does.

♡ “What, it's too much?” Tom asks, raising an eyebrow with a sneer. “That's too bad. You aren't moving until I'm done with you.”

Requested by: @irissfoot

#cedric diggory #draco malfoy #enzo berkshire #fred weasley #george weasley #harry potter smut #ron weasley #smut imagines #tom riddle #x reader smut

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weebsinstash · 1 month

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Now don't get me wrong, I like how... calm and unbothered Alastor is, or at least tries to pass himself off as being

but like.... we know he's a drinker.... and we know certain details about him having an alcoholic abusive father who was cruel to his mother which heavily influenced his whole Dexter serial killer morality bs... and I can't help but think of a fic idea where Reader and Alastor are together and, suddenly without warning you break up with him BECAUSE YOU CHEATED ON HIM. you're like, legitimately heartbroken and missing him but you broke up for a good reason and, time passes and you dont see or hear from him, you're basically just going on with your life, and, MEANWHILE HE'S JUST SLOWLY DEVOLVING IN A PATHETIC LITTLE MEOW MEOW

His radio show comes on and he's SLURRING and people are aghast. Alastor is usually such a classy gentleman, so careful with his image??? Meanwhile he's in his radio station with several glasses of whiskey and staring at a wall lined with your photos while he's broadcasting, "ohhhh hEeeEy LiSteNers!! How-how are you all doing this.... 😡LOVELY😤 evening. Isnt..... isn't it... so nice to... spend time with loved ones when you need them? 🥴 WELL I WOULDNT KNOW HA HAH HA" *cue 30 straight uninterrupted seconds of unhinged laughing from a man clearly having an emotional crisis* "so on tonightsssshow I was-i wasszzz hoping to-to discussss-"

Like imagine tuning into his show after avoiding it because it broke your heart and it turns from him like, having an actual topic and planned structure of his show, to then, one day you overhear a broadcast and he's just occasionally slurring, saying really really vague shit about how "real men are supposed to be strong enough to protect and hold onto those they hold dear" and you can occasionally hear the THUNK of his whiskey glass hitting the table meaning he's already drunk but still drinking WHILE broadcasting and, oh honey you already sound so wasted you don't need more--

You guys don't understand. I want this man having a very PUBLIC very MESSY mental breakdown because he was CRAZY IN LOVE WITH YOU and you sat him down and told him you love him deeply but you need sex and you've cheated on him REPEATEDLY and EVEN THEN he was HARDCORE COPING, "w well as long as you promise it won't happen again-" "I cant and i won't. I love you but i cant repress this part of myself" LIKE YOU DECIMATE THIS MAN. Alastor's just beside himself because like, not without valid feelings but you're basically dumping him to fuck strangers. Like. I just. What if he literally had a ring box or was starting to realize he's demisexual on the ace spectrum and was starting to have Those Feelings for you and you're just. Breaking up with him, and all he hears is "sorry but having these disgusting men I don't even know hunch over on me grunting like disgusting animals and defiling me who is definitely way too good for them is way better than being with you my respectful funny classy charming totally-not-husband"

I want you to be walking down the streets of Hell and Vox suddenly comes on their equivalent of a jumbotron and he's visibly beside himself with excitement, "BREAKING NEWS, THE RADIO DEMON IS PISS DRUNK IN THE GUTTER LIKE A FUCKING LOSER, MORE NEWS ON THE SCENE" and it just snap cuts to him facedown in the street somewhere. Have you ever seen Intervention. You can have grown ass adults with successful careers and loving communities and when they find something that breaks them you'll be seeing shit like, children finding their mothers literally passed out in the yard because they were too drunk to get into the house or even WALK properly. So. You just. See him in this legitimately pathetic absolutely humiliating state and you can't help but feel that that's YOUR fault, meanwhile Vox is living his best fucking life, GOD FORBID VOX SEES YOU STANDING THERE CRYING ON THE SIDEWALK, he's then broadcasting your crying face all over Hell, "Hey Alastor even your EX is CRYING AT HOW PATHETIC YOU ARE, GUESS THAT'S WHY THEY LEFT YOU HUH" and like. The live feed of Alastor shows him just, struggling to even lift his head to look up to, wherever, and see your image there, looking absolutely devastated, looking at him with pity and heartbreak. oh, his sweet beloved, looking so distressed because you see him so weak...

Vox is just living it up mocking both of you but he's made several enormous mistakes by putting you on the air, especially looking like THAT, especially with Alastor in this mental state, and ESPECIALLY to mock you when you're already looking so broken. The feed cuts. All the TVs read "LOST SIGNAL" and nothing comes back on the news for the rest of the night. Less than a week later, the radios are on again, and Alastor sounds... completely back to normal? Chipper, even? And at first you're happy to hear he's all good and well, but, there's something about some of the things he's saying that are making you a little.... nervous?

"You know folks, it took me an EMBARRASSINGLY long while to realize that, a true traditional man puts the needs of others above himself, and especially the needs of his special somebody! One can't truly care for one's loved one properly if you're too boggled down with, FEELING SORRY for yourself right? How else are you going to... defend what's yours if you just lie down and take it?"

"So while I was off the air, good listeners, I was doing quite a bit of, spring cleaning, let's call it! Yes, I was... unfortunately very busy, having to wrangle up quite a few.... disgusting, insignificant, dirty, thieving PERVERTS!!!! ....but now that that's all good and done with, I'd certainly like to think these streets are a little more... respectable!"

"To end the broadcast tonight, a final word to all my fellow men out there. If you happen to discover that, for whatever reason, your beloved has run off with another? It was because you deserved it for being WEAK. You allowed another man to just, COME IN and... DESECRATE what is precious to you? Disgraceful. Pathetic. Ill-mannered. You cannot call yourself a worthy partner if you simply allow your beloved to waltz themselves into the mouth of danger, can you? So, a little piece of advice from your humble host here tonight: Take back what is yours. Take them back, do not let them go, and do not let anyone EVER soil your love ever again. ........Also hey! Don't forget that the annual Cannibal District Cook-Out is this coming weekend so be sure to--"

#yandere hazbin hotel #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hellaverse #yandere x reader #hh #sinprompts

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HIIIIIIIIIIII I LOVE UR WRITING SO MUch!!! if ure too overwhelmed w other stuff ignore this but i had an idea for one where reader and euro are exes but they were like CRAZY about each other and didnt really separate on their own terms, and they see each other at a wedding a year later (no one in the black circle would take marriage seriously so euro’s kind of forced to go cause his cousin is the one getting married that reader is friends with too😭) euro never fell out of love and when they’re alone he kind of loses his shit cause he misses her insanely and tells her he hasnt been with anyone else since they broke up and it’s all pathetic and sweet and she’s the one who actually makes the first move and kisses him first which leads the craziest and neediest sex

firstly, AMAZING song choice babe, second, the hair up part? mwah. amazing beautiful perfect. thinking like a little girly ass claw clip with some strands out? aw yeah.

smut! a whole lot. very long, sorry. you guys have sex twice, missionary+ cowgirl. oral on both parts, choking, biting, slapping (only during sex), arguing, you guys are kind of toxic. body worship, daddy kink, sort of dom/sub. you both are stupid crazy, super toxic. but you just love each other so much..so so much. and I made him super hot (with the help of my lovely anon ;3)

you saw your exs face everywhere. fliers, newspapers, his fucking van, shit, even your job had ads of him on the community board. and of course he did, he was fucking huge, took off with his music. but fuck, could you ever catch a break?

the answer to that was no, by the way. you couldn’t, because there he was standing before you. or so that’s what your gut told you as it flipped you inside out at the thought that the back of this stranger could’ve even had the possibility of being him. no, you thought to yourself. he never ties his hair up. never. especially with a fucking claw clip. and he never wears a suit, doesn’t even own a button down, where’d he even get a vest? he acts like a cave dweller unless he’s performing.

you snap out of your dissociative state as your friend shakes you a little, “what’re you looking at?” she asks, and you take a deep breath, turning your back to his, even if you were far away from each other. “is that him? did he turn around? see if that’s him.”

“wha-who??” she asks. “øystein, I think that’s him but i’m not sure, I got a real bad feeling,” you say, smoothing down your short dress, feeling uncomfortable and hot all of the sudden. “oh! oh, oh. you didn’t know he was coming..?” she whispered, and your eyes go wide. “what? no? what??” you look back, and ooh you see it, his side profile, it was definitely him, you’d recognize that nose anywhere, the one you sat on, rode, basically been inside you many times.

“what the fuck?? why didn’t anyone tell me??” you’re only so shook because it’d been almost five months since you’ve seen him, since you’ve broken up and gone no contact with each other. it was stupid but valid to say the least. you try and say you don’t remember but you remember it clear as day. for someone who doesn’t like groupies he sure has a lot of them!

a lot that crash at his den, in his things! a few that act as if they’re best fucking friends with him. one that tried taking your place every chance she got. and he always told you ‘they’re not mine, I don’t even fucking know them. they’re just sluts varg fucks and ducks.’ and you’d counter it with ‘then tell him to take them to his house!’ like what logic is that? and he just never seemed to care.

but after you found one, that same bleached blonde, mile long overgrown roots sleeping in his office, the one he always told you to not worry about, with his jacket, you were through. you made a scene in his store actually, because you’re fucking crazy of course. you got your shit from his place and didn’t give him a chance to see you, telling your manager to not let him in the store, warning your landlord, everything. you wanted to be through, not him though.

euronymous noticed you way before you noticed him though. he noticed you as soon as you came in, hand in hand with your gal pal and that smile he adored seeing. and fuck did you look good, your tiny white dress hugged every curve of yours so perfectly, every curve he used to run his tongue over and ravish. “holy fuck no way.” he whispered, jan axel catching him staring and his jaw dropping too. “no fucking way,” he says, but he’s amused, such a fun turn of events!

he already knew what type of timing euronymous was on. this was the same guy who would wait for you outside your job for weeks, followed you home, contacted all your friends to get them to plead his case, he wasn’t just gonna let you slip out of his fingers, this was the first time in months he’d been within 20 feet of you. he was going crazy, and seeing you awakened something in him, something primal.

he almost pounced, wanting to get on his knees, rip your legs open and eat you into liver failure the moment he laid eyes on you. “dude. dude I-..why the fuck is she here.” he asks, turning his back to you and facing his friend. “she knows the wife, they go way back of course she’s gonna be here. you gonna do somethin’?” jan says with a smile. “i’d be stupid not to, do you fucking see her? oh my god,” he’s rock hard as he think of how dolled up you are, and your voice that carries echos in his ears.

“later though, can’t do anything right now. she still hates me because of that shit with mArY,” he says in a mocking tone, rolling his eyes as he plants his hands in his pockets, thinking of how he could get you alone, but god knows it’d be awhile before that, the wedding hadn’t even started yet.

“are you gonna talk to him?” your friend asks you. “should I? I dunno, it’s been forever, but fuck he got so fine..” you look back again, admiring his biceps that damn near busted through his shirt. too small, of course. what a slut. “you only live once babe,” she shrugs as you swallow your punch, trying not to look at him. the thought of even being near him got you wet, you hated it, your body was acting against you, but truthfully, you didn’t know what you wanted.

so he stole glances at you as did you, even as you guys got seated at tables, funnily enough you were..a table away from each other, and jan axel couldn’t stop fucking with him. “imagine how many dicks she’s taken since then. im thinkin like five, six?” “i’d fuckin’ kill em, that’s for sure. i’ll kill any guy that gets near her.” he says, watching you talk to some guy that was seated next to you, noticing your giggling as he sipped from his cup. and you caught it from the corner of your eye, glancing quickly before back to who you were talking to, nervousness flooding your system.

just his look alone has you reminiscing, you knew that look. jealously, he hated when guys flirted with you, hed put hands and feet on any guy that even walked your way and looked at you a certain way, and then he’d fuck you in some alley because he told you not to wear that slutty dress. fuck, I can’t do this.

… … …

so after the wedding, at the after party you stood with a drink, chatting it up with the bride you knew, congratulating her before you slipped out for a smoke, you were stressed out about him being here, wondering if he missed you, if he was thinking of you, if he found someone new.

you stood against your car as you smoked, “didn’t know you had people here,” you jump as he leans onto your car next to you, hands in his pockets. øystein.

“the bride is a childhood friend,” you tried to stay calm as you took a drag, “didn’t know you had people here either,” you look to the side. “grooms my cousin, parents said I had to go since they couldn’t make it.” he says calmly, and you internally roll your eyes, how is he so calm?

he pulls out a cig, grabbing your chin softly and pulling you forward before he connect his cig to yours, your brows furrowed with anger as he looks into your eyes before pulling away and blowing away from your face, looking to the side.

“you have a lot of fucking nerve,” he spits, and you scoff, fire igniting in you again. “I have nerve? are you joking right now??” “you come to my cousins wedding, for what?? support? after you fucking leave me?? don’t tell me you didn’t know I was gonna be here.”

“øystein, are you fucking with me? leave you?? you were cheating on me! and secondly you don’t even leave the fucking house, let alone go to shit like this!” “I wasn’t fucking cheating on you! god you’re still batshit insane,” he sighs, shaking his head and you almost laugh.

“so you mean to tell me that bitch was just resting in your leather, in your office?? what do you think I am!” you take a few steps out of anger. “I kicked her out right after you left! didn’t even know she was there until you said something, and I didn’t know she had my fucking jacket, y’psycho bitch.” he rolls his eyes.

“yknow what-that doesn’t even fucking matter to me anymore, it’s the principle, øystein, the fucking principle. you keep bitches around your place and then treat me like a dummy for fucking saying something.” “well if it makes you feel any better, I got my own place. I don’t talk to mary, and I don’t keep bitches around the shop. ok? o-fucking-kay?”

“whatever.” you scoff, taking a drag of your cig as you tap your heel. you guys cool off in silence, looking to the opposite sides. “you look good. beautiful.” he speaks first, and you almost smile. “I know. your hair got longer, and you look slutty.” you say, and he laughs, your heart thumping out of your chest.

“yeah i’ve heard that a lot, shirts too small, I didn’t try it on I just bought it. I look good slutty though, yknow it. I could say the same for you.”

you raise a brow. “I don’t look slutty.” you shrug, but he steps up to you. “you’re in a see through mini dress at a wedding with no fucking bra,” he’s in your face eye contact going crazy. “not only that but they’re poking through and it barely goes past your ass, you’re begging for it.” begging for me, he thinks.

you take a shuddery breath, trying to distance yourself from him by looking to the side. “they’re hard because it’s cold.” is all you say and he chuckles, rolling his eyes.

“how many guys have you been with since you left me? jan said he’s heard about you.” you giggle, “heard about me?? i’ve..well if we’re getting technical, I haven’t been with anyone. just like seeing guys and shit.” “I didn't say technically, I said how many.” “like..three.”

his eyes widen, “three?? are you fucking serious??” he spits. “what’s the big deal?? we aren’t fucking together, øystein.” “did they fuck you? did you let them fuck you?” “maybe. I should be asking you that, god knows you’ve gained like thirty bodies.”

“I haven’t been with anyone. why would I? i’ve been trying to reach you for fucking months, you’ve got me blacklisted all over town.” he takes a drag before throwing his cig down. “..you haven’t been with anyone?” you ask softly, shocked. “no. I couldn’t, I can’t.” he shook his head. “but you’re just getting plowed by fuckin’ everyone, huh?”

you ignore his comment, “why can’t you?” “wha- why can’t i??” he throws his arms up and lets them fall, hitting his legs. “because I fucking love you, and I miss you, really fucking bad. the thought of even being with another woman makes my chest hurt.” he tries to keep up the angry act but his words are just needy and hurt as he looks into the distance at the reception.

“yeah?” you say, flicking yours down. “yeah. don’t want anyone else. don’t fuckin need anyone else. I miss you.” he sighs, and the desperation in his voice spreads to his face. “miss you more than anything, miss you in my clothes, my bed, I miss your voice I-I miss your laugh, been goin fuckin crazy. surprised I still have hair.” he chuckled, but you just look at him longingly as he continues.

“I love you man. I fuckin love you, and I didn’t mean for that shit to happen, but it won’t happen again, alright? just fucking..” he can’t find the words, “just come home. please baby, let me fix it,” he keeps rambling but you cut it short, smashing your lips onto his and grabbing his face. he moans in the kiss immediately, grabbing your body and holding it close to his.

he grips your ass as he backs you up to your car, trailing and pulling up your leg to his hip, grinding his bulge against you. you gasp in the kiss, and low moan following as you hold the back of his neck, whimpering at the feel of his lips reuniting with yours after so long.

he pulls away and you whine, searching for his lips again. “my van.” he says, and you gasp, “the van,” he grabs your hand and leads you to his car, the backseats already laid down as you climb in with him. he shuts the door and you climb on him, reconnecting lips as you grab at everything can, his arms, shoulder, head, you just want him.

he’s leaned against the window as he finds your pussy, rubbing you eagerly. you moan into the kiss, brows furrowing as he shakes his head. “yer’ so fuckin’ wet baby, missed this so bad, ydont even know,” he huffs as you pull away, scooting back and allowing him to pull your dress up as you unbuckle his pants and get them down, pulling out his hard cock. your heads fog over as you relieve each other of some much needed tension.

his dick is still just as pretty, being away from him for so long made it seem so much greater, thicker. you two eye each other as you stroke him, he’s biting his lip as he watched you scoot down, you ass in the air as you spit on the head of his cock, using the lubricant to speed up before you take him in his mouth and he hisses, throwing his head back and letting out a curse.

god, he missed how you’d deep throat him on the first run, your tongue out as you lick the underside of his cock. it always sent shivers down his spine and his head tipping back, lips parted as a soft shuddery moan leaves him. he’s desperate, you could edge him and he’d be satisfied, as long as it was you.

“ya’ always do me so good baby, fuckin’ perfect.” he breaths. you move fast, moaning each time his tip hits the back of your throat. hes caressing your head, cheeks red as he props his arm behind his head. fuck, he looked so fucking hot. his eyes were closed, so he didn’t see you watching him, but you always did when you went down him, and you’d be stupid not to now.

his hair falling out the clip slightly, making strands on his hair fall onto his chest and his face, and his arms flexed as he held it up to his ear and his chest huffed, they poked out of his shirt. fuck, had he been lifting? your eyes roll back as you lock your lips around his dick, bobbing your head hard. he groans loudly and his back arched upwards, his other hand grabbing at your hair.

“fuck baby,” he groans out, starting to shove you down himself, and you moan again with each hit to the back of your throat. he catches it, “you like it back there, huh? you miss it?” he nods, and with each hard shove of your head you’re nodding your head dumbly, eyes foggy and low with lust.

“fuckin’ know you did, knew you did.” he rasps, shoving you down quicker on him. he plants a foot on the seats and starts fu king into your mouth, he knows he can’t hold on for long, I mean, all he’s been doing for months is fucking his fist to pictures of you he’s kept, or clothes you left that he neglected to wash because he thought of it as you still being in them.

“baby, baby,” he moans desperately, lifting his shirt as your drool pools on his exposed thighs and dress pants. “missed this mouth so much, feel so fucking good baby.” he’s babbling. “been going fucking crazy,” he says but cuts himself off with a strained groan, his teeth clamped together as he cums in your mouth. you hold his arms as you watch is face come down, pulling off and swallowing.

“that was quick, m’sorry,” he pants as you sit up, catching your breath. “s’been awhile, I-I haven’t—” “honey it’s ok,” you say quickly before your lips are on him again, your arm wrapped around his neck. he holds you around his tricep inside of his elbow, you’re moaning in the kiss as he slips his tongue in your mouth, mixed drool all over your guys face.

you reach down to stroke his already rehardening cock, and his breath hitches at the suddenness. you let go of his neck to pull your underwear to the side, repositioning yourself so you were hovering over his dick.

he gasps and pulls away when he feels his tip against your wet hole, eyes shooting open. “baby—gasp—baby,” he breaths, mouth agape. “slow down,” he warns, grabbing the undersides of your thighs to stop you and keep you up, and you whine. “slow down, yknow you can’t do that on your own.” he almost chuckled at how needy you were, grinning as he pants. “yes I can, cmon,” you beg.

“no, you can’t. when have you ever been able to take me on your own?” he sits up on his knees and lays you out on the seats, spreading your legs. “øystein, please,” you plead again, shutting yourself up with a moan as he licks a fat, long strip against your folds, using his fingers to spread your pussy open and take in your taste, groaning and his eyes rolling back.

“yes. yess.” you sigh shakily, back arching in his hands as he glides his hands from under your thighs to holding where the small of your back and hips met, thumbs pressing into your stomach. he’s devouring you quickly, and god have you missed it. sure, in the span of time you’ve been away from him youve had your fair share of eaters, but none of them did you how euronymous did. he ate at you like an animal, like he crafted you on his own just to break you down.

he loved eating you out, hearing your mewls and moans did something terrible to him, they egged him on. his tongue is so deep inside you that it’s hard to think. to breathe. you’re gasping for air as you hold his head down, grinding on his tongue like a dog in heat begging for some sweet relief to the sensation you could feel in your calves. he’s got your legs on his shoulders, you feel his nose bump against your clit each time you grinded on him, high moans leaving you, it was making him flip inside.

lips and tongue tangling themselves with spit as they circle all over you, open mouth kisses causing drool to pool over your cunt and his mouth. face filthy with you, eyes flickering up to catch how your teeth tug on your bottom and release when he bobs his tongue, your brows furrowing and your eyes squeezing shut.

“øystein!” you moan out, shaky gasps coming from you as he digs you out with devotion. “fuck me. pleeease fuck me baby fuck mE,” youre begging through moans, elbows burning as you slide off them and your back connects with the seats, brows hitting your hairline as you tip your head back.

and just when you think he’s had you, he holds your hips down as he slides his fingers in your throbbing cunt, sucking your clit sloppily, moaning to himself. you suck in a breath at the feeling, your legs falling wider as your back arched and you stammer, trying to find words but you sound so stupid it’s almost cute.

“oh god, baby,” you sound like you’re on the verge of tears you’re so desperate to feel his cock in you again, it was like he got better-the span of time lost from each other made you forget just how good he could please you. your lip is quivering as you grind down on his fingers that pump inside you, clawing at the seat fuzz. your moans fall off your tongue involuntarily, filling the van.

“how bad do you want it baby,” you hear from him. it’s low, almost a whisper. he hovers over your heat as he pumps his fingers into you faster, digging into you deeper. after you sputter he smiled against you, his head on your stomach as he watches you through his lashes, so, so cute.

“you’re not gonna listen to me, hm?” he says, it makes you shoot up, propping yourself on your elbows again. “no, nono, I want it, really bad. please baby please,” you whine, pulling him up. he’s grinning as he gets on his knees and meets your face; oh he’s soaking this in. his little crazy ass girlfriend, EX, begging him to fuck her? if he was told this three months ago he’d probably want to fight because he’d think you were fucking with him.

“really bad?” he cooes. “so bad.” you nod, “want you so bad, you look so fucking good and you feel so f-fucking good,” your voice cracks as you unbutton his vest and shirt, running your hands down his chiseled body.

his eyes are almost rolling back as he glided his tongue along his teeth, feeling you kiss his neck and up his jaw. “so fucking sexy,” you whisper before kissing him, it sets him off. he groans low as he kissed back, his tongue slipping past your lips as he pulls his fingers out and grabs hold of your thighs, pushing them up and wide, making you fall onto your back again.

your hands drape down his neck to his boobs as he stroked his leaking cock, “god m’gonna fuck you,” he breaths in your mouth as you caress his slutty little hips. he rubs his tip against your hole, and you gasp in the kiss, “gonna fuck you so fucking good.” he says before pushing his dick inside of you swiftly, and you moan out loudly, nails digging into his hips as he sinks deeper inside of your welcoming walls.

god, he’s stretching you open like no other, yet you’re pulling at his body for him to somehow sink deeper, even though you feel your thighs hit his body as he bottoms out. “you’re so fucking wet,” he whines, planking an arm by your head as he grabs onto your body, pushing your hips up as he moves into you slowly but hard and needy, his brows meeting in the middle as he breaths into the air, watching himself disappear into you.

“oh my god baby, oh my god,” you watch his strokes with him, holding his neck and simultaneously pulling him closer as he speeds up, still giving deep thrusts—your thighs are turning red with the way he’s hitting deep inside you. your breath is so labored, moans coming out as “uh, uh, uh,” as your chest heaved, your doey eyes coming to meet his, crumbling under his equally needy contact, light glimmering in them as his ears ring with your moans.

“fuck i missed you,” you sigh, holding his cheek now. his face sinks into your hand, brows furrowing as his eyes close, lips parted just slightly as he listens to you. “missed you so bad, y’feel so fucking good,” you whine watching his lip quiver. “we’re they better?” he whispers as his nose ghosts yours. your brows furrow in confusion, trying to register who he meant.

“the guys you were with.” he pants, “we’re they better? did they do you better?” he asks. your heart almost crumbles, you didn’t strike øystein to be the insecure type. “no baby, no,” you coo, and your hands reach up to the back of his head, holding him closer, his head in your neck now, and he’s almost whining as he gently presses the weight of his chest against yours.

“not at all, never ever, no one fucks me like you,” and you were telling the truth, he might not’ve been your first body but he was your best, and he fucks you with such love and devotion, like you’d been married for years on years. “you’re so good baby,” you praise, “they weren’t even fuckin close,” you say breathily, wrapping your arms around him tighter, feeling your knot grow. he always always knew how to find your sweet spot so quick, he knew your body like the back of his hand, even after all this time.

“they couldn’t make me cum, actually,” you giggle. “didn’t make you cum? all of em?” “no, n-no,” you whine, cringing at the memories. “not once. and they didn’t eat it like you,” your mouth parts in a silent moan as he rocks in you slowly, prodding that sweet spot in a way he knew drove you crazy, giving you little love taps that left you unsatisfied.

“they-..” you cut yourself with a whine as you legs latch onto his body, trying to push him deeper into you to prod that spot more, but he resisted, he wanted to hear all you had to say. “were so bad, didn’t know how to..find it like you do, or touch me like you do :(” “oh i bet,” he kisses your cheek softly as he watches you speak, and you could feel his eyes on you lovingly even though yours were closed.

“and they just-oh fuck me, please fuck me baby,” you sob, your back coming off the seat as you feel your orgasm approaching. he pouts out of love, she’s so cute. he can’t resist you, especially after being gone for so long. your chest is heaving as he wraps his arm under you and pulls you closer, digging in you and kissing your cervix just how you like it, making you moan out.

“oh fuck baby! fuck you remember, yes right there, don’t fucking stop s’right there,” you’re babbling, your nails digging in his back and the back of his head again, red lines marking the skin. he put his ear closed to your mouth, he loves how loud you can get when he’s balls deep in you like this, head absolutely vacant, latching onto him like a little koala.

“right here mama?” he taunts, “hm? y’gonna cum?” his lips are against your cheek as your mouth hangs open and you’re brows furrow, eyes shut as tears threaten to fall. he’s got you so hypnotized right now you can’t even moan, too focused on how fucking good he felt. “look at me n’ answer me baby, you know better.” he commands in a coo, cupping your cheeks and shaking you gently. he knew how stupid you got when he had you like this, you just needed the push.

“yes daddy, m’gonna cum, gonna fucking cum,” you whine as his brows shoot up, he didn’t think you’d call him that, let alone remember. he feels his balls tighten as he continues to listen to you, your doey eyes staring into his. “oh you’re such a good girl, my good girl, you missed daddy this bad?” hes pounding into you, cheeks pink as he rests his head in your neck, smiling.

“yes sir, couldn’t stop thinkin-yer’ so fucking good, fuck you’re so good, fuck, fuck?” you moan high with a voice crack as you squeeze your eyes shut, holding his head close to you as your nails redden his back, cute little streaks residing along his freckled frame (personal hc :3). he loved you like this, all dazed and confused because he was just making you feel so good you couldn’t comprehend it.

your eyes roll back as you let out loud shuddery moans, trying to catch your breath that you sobbed over as you squeeze his cock, your orgasm hitting you so hard you think you see stars. “my fucking god øystein, øystein! aw!!” you moan out, ducking your face near his ear, toes curling and calves shaking. “breath baby breath,” he whispers, kissing your shoulder, “I gotchu, yknow I gotchu, daddys gotcha.” he coos, holding your arching back.

“daddy m’cumming, fuck i’m cumming, don’t stop, keep going,” you cry out, hearing the plap plap plap as your slick coats his dick, a feeling you longed to feel again for months. “not stoppin sugar, trust that,” he pants, hands on the side of your head as he lifts up, head titled as he watched you grab his bare forearm, trying to ground yourself as he rocks you through a much needed orgasm.

“not fucking stoppin,” he repeats in a whisper, strands of hair sticking to his sweaty neck and forehead as he hovers over you, mouth agape in a pant as he scans your body, taking in everything’s he’s missed, from your stretch marks, to your little belly tramp stamp he loves, to your tiny fingers that always hold onto him so you don’t float off the earth, to your sweat stained neck.

“fuckin perfect,” he rasps. he runs the back of his hands down your cheek and your jaw, you whimper and lean into his touch as his knuckles kiss you before his finger moves down to your collarbone, tracing its shape before moving it up to your pretty neck, taping your throat slightly. he used to be your necklace, his huge, callused hands squeezing you and jerking you however he wanted, pulling you in for a kiss, or just holding you down when he fucks an attitude out of you.

he bits his lip harder and groans at the memory, brows furrowing in pleasure as he grabs your neck again, hearing you squeak and watching your lips part as you grab at his wrist weakly. his free hand is pushing down on your shoulder as he slams his cock in you, eyes low and fogged over. his cock jumps at your high and surprised moan if his name, head tilting as he looks at you like he’s in a trance.

“never gonna fuckin loose you again,” he moans, staring into your eyes. “never ever. my girl, my fucking girl.” his voice shakes a little and his eyes rolls back, head tipping back and face contorting as he feels his orgasm approach. “my god baby, my god, just so fuckin perfect for me, built for me,” he’s yapping on, straight babbling as he squeezes his neck.

“s’why no one else can make you cum. fuckin made you, ure mine, all mine, no one else’s, no one does you like me, n’no one does me like you,” he gasps, his abs tightening. “just us, babyboy,” you say softly, a small smile on your face as he sucks in a shuddery breath. “you baby, oh you, fucking you.” he moans, not even sure what he’s saying, he just…you do something to him.

“god im cumming, gonna fucking cum in you, yeah?” he breath before he lets out a breath, head shooting down to watch his cock continuously disappear in you as he cums in you, a shuddery breath leaving him each time he ruts into you. “only need you, love you so much,” he’s still rutting inside you as he leans down, his hand holding your head as he kisses you, and you both moan at the contact, your shaky hands coming up to hold his hot face.

he stills inside you as you continue to kiss, now laying on your sides as his cum leaks out of you. “baby,” you pant. “pull out.” you say, and you both share a little laughs as he pulls away, holding your leg and scooting out of you, sitting up on his side as he looks down at you, you two sharing little smiles. “please give me another chance, i’ll be better, swear.” he pants as you sit up, stretching.

“just..just one.” you sit on your feet as you rub his shoulders, “and I don’t wanna see that bitch, or any bitch at the shop again.” you say and he nods, fighting back a laugh. “yes ma’am.” he pecks your lips as you crawl into his lap, his hands immediately finding your body.

“did they really not make you cum?” he asks, making you giggle. “yeah, they were really bad. you know my body best.” you take his hair out of the clip, allowing it to fall dow. his shoulders and chest, biting your lip. “missed this so bad, you’re such a pretty girl.” you taunt. “jan called me a lesbian when I put the clip in, even though he’s the one who made me wear it. it’s itchy.” he says and makes you laugh, nodding.

“oh yeah, it’s cute but with a price, that’s just girl world.” you smile. your hands run down his arms, groping him. “n’ you got so big, you been workin’ out? who the fuck you tryna look good for?” “you.” he chuckles. “figured if you saw how good I looked you’d want me back, did it work?” he joked as he flex’s his right arm in the air.

“oh yeah, I love it. even more handsome, n’ your mustache is coming back,” you kiss around his mouth, “feel like a cat in heat. can’t stop starin.” you kiss him, which turns to making out again, “we’ve been gone for a minute,” he says, even though he feels himself reharden. “they’re probably wondering where we are.” he whispers, knowing you’re far from caring at this point.

“only been like-an hour,” you say back, “just one more time,” he say, and you’re sliding down onto his cock before he can register it, a breathy “oh my god” coming from him, his arms immediately latching around you again and bouncing you on his cock, stopping you and letting him manhandle you, bear hugging his body as your lips stay on his and your hands run through his hair.

he bites his lip at the contact and leans his body back onto the seat, hands tight around your hips as he rocks you on him, eyes coming to a close as your guys shared breath take up the silence of the car. all the windows are fogging again as you plant your hands on his abs, eyes scanning his body he worked so hard on.

“you’re fucking perfect, øystein.” you correct and watch his face contort as he whines, cheeks going pink. “did it for you, everything’s for you,” he pants, thumbs caressing your stomach. “you look so beautiful right now, just like this, missed being on top,” you ramble, and you know he’s sinking into this feelings.

“fucking hate everyone but you. kay? you’re all mine.” you breath, your sudden possessiveness has his head fogging over, so flustered he’s wanting to hide his redding face. “all mine, I was stupid, okay? I said it, I just fucking love you, n’i can’t let anyone have you. ever, never ever, ever.” he nods, biting his lip as his chest puffs with eaxh breath.

“my beautiful boyfriend, so fucking handsome. used to wanna rip my hair out when i’d hear bitches talk about you, especially that mary girl.” you rasp, bowing your head in embarrassment as your hands creep up his collarbone. he bites his lip, “keep goin baby, let it out.” “and..fuck she eye fucked you all the time, always touching you, don’t know how you didn’t know..” you whimper.

you lean down and reconnect his lips, pulling his hair back which makes him moan, holding you close. although it wasn’t the time nor place to get so vulnerable, this had been eating you for months. “doesn’t matter though, cuz you’re all fuckin’ mine. yeah daddy? answer me, ya belong to me right?”

he nods, “all yours sugar, don’t worry. god you’re gonna make me cum sweetness, keep going,” he sighs, throwing his head back, his nails digging into your hip. “sweet thing, sweetest girl in the world, make me fuckin’ cum, lemme have it, let daddy have it.” he breathes, chest heaving.

“cum in me baby, cum for me, fuckin deserve it. look at you, sexiest thing in the world, huh?” you smile, hearing him strain a groan as he continues to shove you down on his length. “give it to me daddy, make me yours again,” and with that he’s groaning out, that sends him over. heavy pants echoing the van as he holds you close to his chest and turns you on the side again as he fills you up once more, mouth open as he pants and you smile up at him, caressing his cheek.

“make me yours again.” replays in his head before he opens his eyes, wrapping his arms around you and burying his face in your neck. “that was so quick, m’sorry, but you got me so worked up..” he shakes his head. “s’ok honey, we..we do gotta get back though.” you frown, and so does he as he pulls out and sits up with you, kissing your sweaty forhead.

… … …

bonus!

you and øystein walk back into the after party, seeing his friend and your roommate sitting together at a table wit drinks in his hand. you guys walk hand in hand to the table, sitting next to each other, both smiling. “oh look who decided to come back!” she says, and you giggle. “told you they were fuckin together, I walked out to go to the car for a smoke and it was fucking rocking.” jan axel groans and shakes his head, sipping his drink.

“yeah we..we had to do some making up.” you smile, and it was obvious what kind of making up you meant. you had bruises on your thighs, mascara smeared around your eyes and hickeys littering your neck while his hair was let down, clip out of sight along with his tie, his neck mirroring yours as his cheeks still lay pink, just a small smile on his face.

andddd fin!!! GOD i LOVEDDDD this one, I put so much into this one, thank u sm again anon. mwah, mwah mwah!! love u so much and I hope u enjoyed <3

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#rory culkin #rory culkin smut #euronymous smut #x black reader #lords of chaos #euronymous #lords of chaos smut #eurory prompt

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h4rring1on · 2 years

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Steve x Reader where they get into a fight at a party & he leaves her there without a ride & she ends up getting hurt.

warnings: reader obvi gets hurt, swearing, reader is supposed to feel suffocated bc a lot is happening, its a bit graphic so if you’re squeamish don’t read thats it but please tell me if i missed something!!

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you sat on the couch, watching as everyone partied, has fun, had drinks, and w were just enjoying their time which you certainly weren’t doing.

“hey” steve said as he approached you, “why don’t we dance”

“why don’t you go back to your little nancy, im sure she’ll be more than happy to” you snickered

“what? are you seriously jealous?” he said in a stern tone

“im not jealous, steve” you said and stood up, “i just don’t get how you spend time with her yet you’ve barely talked to me for fucking days”

“you’re doing this again, really?” he raised his eyebrows as if disappointed

“yes im doing this again—“

“i’ve been spending time with you! you’re just too focused on your stupid college admissions to notice it—“

“well excuse me for wanting a future”

“wow.” he said, “you’re actually bringing this up?”

“you’re the one who brought it up!”

“and you took that chance as soon as you got it didn’t you—“

“i didn’t—“ you sighed, “i didn’t mean it. i’m sorry, let’s just forget this—lets just go have fu—“

“no, im leaving” he said and walked away, you tried to follow him, joining the crowd

“steve” you yelled as you looked around, “steve!” you yelled again but he was nowhere to be seen. “steve” you said

it felt like the crowd was just sticking to you, like everything was closing in on you. like you were being suffocated. you turned in a circle as you took dee breaths while looking for steve but he was long gone

you could feel your heart rate increasing as everyone kept pushing you, you backed away to leave the crowd but got pushed to the hard ground, you felt a sharp pain, you looked down to see your arm with the bone sticking out

you let out a scream in pain, the music stopped and everyone looked at you, their eyes widening at the sight, someone quickly called 911 as another person helped you up

“oh my god!” chrissy, one of the cheerleaders and also a friend of yours said as she ran to you, “what happened!” she said

“steve” you groaned

“what?”

“steve! i need—“ you stopped to take a breath to suck in the pain

“you need steve? okay—okay just take a deep breath” she said, trying to calm you, she looked at the crowd that was just staring, “what are you waiting for?! call steve!” she yelled

sooner or later, the ambulance came and you were taken to the hospital, while you were in your hospital bed, steve was running inside the hospital, frantically asking which room you’re in, he quickly ran inside to see the cast on your arm

“oh my god—baby” he said as he ran to you and held your normal hand

“stevie” you giggled

he furrowed his eyebrows at how normal you were, until a doctor walked in

“she was in a lot of pain, we had to give her some medication, it feels like you’re being drugged, which could explain any abnormal behavior” he explained

“what happened?” he asked

“according to one of her friends, she had fallen and broken her arm”

“i was looking for you” you said, “but you weren’t there—some guy pushed me and i fell” you pouted

the doctor left so you two could be alone, once he did, steve hugged you tightly

“im so sorry” he said, “im sorry i left—im so sorry” he repeated

“its okay, love, you were mad” you tried to comfort

“i had no right to—you were right” he said as he let go and kept holding your hand, “i just—i was busy because i was just nervous…i hadn’t gotten my letter yet—i couldn’t tell you so i told nancy and she was trying to help”

“oh stevie” you held his face, “its gonna be okay, you worked so hard this year, im sure you’re gonna get accepted—and then you and i could go together” you smiled

“i hope so” he said, “but if i don’t—would you…forget about me?”

“of course not!” you said, “if you don’t go—i don’t go”

“no baby—“

“yes” you cut in, “it would be hard enough to go without you, id rather not go at all”

“peach…” he sighed

“you can’t do anything about it i already chose!” you pointed at him, “you looked so worried about me, you care about meeeee” you giggled

“of course i do” he chuckled, “i was crazy to leave you there, sweet girl”

“yes yes…very sad—but burger king would probably fix it”

“are you using my guilt to get food?”

“yes—now go before i break another arm”

#stranger things 4 #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve harrington x plus sized reader #steve harrington x mayfield!reader #steve #steve harrington x original character #steve harrington x henderson!reader #steve harrington x platonic!reader #steve harrington fluff #stranger things x reader

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ghostieyanyan · 3 months

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Is it ok if I can ask for a yandere Rollo Flamme? I like the idea of Rollo because he’s already based off a yandere villain so it makes sense. And I think Rolli would like to get close to Yuu cuz they don’t have any magic so they’re seen as ‘pure’ in Rollo’s eyes. Maybe Rollo can be seen trying hard to control his urges at the fireplace or he captured MC and tried to burn them at the stake like in the movie? Your choice.

hehehe... why not just add salt to injure? what if mc has pyrophobia, a fear of fire?

~Let the fire purify you~

Yan!Rollo x Pyrophobia!Mc

Warnings: Fire, burning, kidnapping, anxiety attack, chains, gag, breakdown,

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Rollo hated magic... with a passion. A passion that burned so bright that hurricanes, rainstorms, floods, and tsunami together couldn't extinguish this flame of pure hatred.

How does no one sees the danger of magic? How many lives have to be taken in the hand of magic for people to understand this is a problem? He guesses that its one of humanities sin, playing dumb, playing ignorant, until it becomes someone they care about that gets hurt. its always like that... why could people just see things through his lenses BEFORE someone got hurt...

But for now, he just has to do gods work for everyone else, until they see things his ways...

He had a plan. a plan that will solve this problem before it could get worst. The plan to get rid of magic, from one of the most powerful mages in twisted wonderland, to the student "prodigies" of that sick, sinful school, to the townsfolks of Fleur city, to every inch of Twisted wonderland.

With this crazy plan, he'll make, no, he'll force everyone to see how he sees life should be. he didnt care on who got hurt-

until-

he met Night Raven College's gem in the rock, their Perfect. When all the students were introducing themselves, when it was your turn. He swore the world stopped and he would have swore on his life that he saw wings and a halo on you. You looked, spoke, and acted like an angel. you even allow these sinful... beasts... breathe the same air as you. then you have an ACTUAL beast as a familiar. don't tell grim that.

your heart and soul must be made out of pure gold. he has to protect it at all cost. he will use his own body to shield you from magical blast and then some to keep your purity in tact. he will move mountains and redivert lakes, rivers, seas, and oceans for you. Rollo Flamme will make you into his deity that he worships.

All the students decided to split into groups and explore Fleur City, after they got changed.

to say Rollo thought you looked breathe taking in your glorious masquerade outfit was an understatement. he was about to come up to you and compliment you, maybe even starting small talk with you but a certain lizard decided to be the first to do so...

Of course that monster would be charmed by an angel like you. Evil loves to tempt with good.

no matter, he'll just have to see you another time but if he gets too busy..? He'll make time for you.

Rollo lead you into his office, you didn't mind too much because he was telling you all about the school's history and art. it is a really pretty school, it gives very romantic feelings.

when you finally made it into his office, you froze at the doorway at seeing the fire place. Rollo quickly notices and puts out the flame with a very helpful near by bucket. You were grateful that Rollo was very accommodating to your fears.

you thanked him and sat down across from him while Rollo sat in his chair.

"I'm very sorry for asking you to meet me at this ungodly hour but i just needed your input on something and if i didn't ask you, i would have had a sleepless night tossing and turning." Rollo said as he got everything on his desk organized.

"hehe, its alright. I just happen to have a restless night myself.. but i don't mind the company."

"oh my that sounds awful. what seems to be troubling you?"

"w-well.."

It was really hard to tell someone you only just recently met that you had a "bad feeling" about something and how so far, in twisted wonderland, its always comes true...

"well.. i think... maybe, its just the 'sleeping at a new place' feeling and I'm just not getting use to it. but I'm sure its fine. heh.."

"hmm.."

Rollo seemed satisfied with that answer and continues, by leaning towards you on the desk.

"i know i asked you about this before, but id like to discuss it with you more in depth... hmm?"

since Rollo put out the fire place, there was only a small lamp on the desk to shine light in the room. you kind of wished that the fire place was still lit... cause everything in this scenario was telling you to run and never look back..

"o-okay..? what would you like to know..?"

Rollo smiled and leaned back into his chair.

"as a magicless student in a full school of magical.. mages, aren't you scared they might... turn and hurt you..?"

the way he worded that made you feel more unnerved.. you trusted your friends in Night Raven College. Even the ones that did try to hurt you, they still came to your defense and help and protected you when you needed them.. you trusted them with your life and having this man tell you "you shouldn't because they can use magic" was... laughable...

"no.. because they've earn my trust and I've earn theirs..!"

"Earned..?"

Rollo's face darkened as you stood up from the chair you were sitting in.

"I'm sorry Rollo. Thank you for your hospitality but i have to go."

you start walking to the door but stopped.

"with however you feel about magic, i wont sit down and let you disrespect them just because they possess a special ability and i don't. It doesn't make them less of a person. Magic or no magic."

you walked to the door but before you could even touch the doorknob, you feel a body press against your back, pinning you against the door. you couldn't even move, much less move the door.

"I'm sorry my sweet angel~... i guess.. I'll just have to show you myself then~"

you see a quick purple blur and then tightness around your throat. Rollo was using his signature purple and gold handkerchief to strangle you! you tried to struggle. you tired to jab your elbow into his chest but his uniform was too thick for it to do any good.

You started to feel light headed then everything you saw was slowly turning black. the last thing you saw was Rollo, and the insanity in his eyes.

you had so many questions...

why you? was it because you don't have magic so you were "easy"? aren't there other people in twisted wonderland without magic? you just happened to go to a school "for" magic users so of course you'll see it a lot.

what's so bad about magic? ya it almost killed you here and there but it also almost killed either the user or other people around you.. but afterwards everything would have been fine. Plus you didn't blame the magic for those situations. you couldn't even say you blamed the user. some deserved the blame.. but not everyone..

how did you get here..? probably from your big mouth, you should have been smart when you were talking to Rollo. he was already giving you weird vibes and you just had to make it worst

you had more questions but you knew none of them would get answered..

you started to slowly open your eyes..

where are you..? what's this sound..? why cant you move..?

you slowly looked around, you remember this place... Rollo showed you, with your friends. the big bell, the bell of Solace. you noticed that you were alone though..

you looked around some more, you looked out from where you sat on the floor. it was dark out but with an orange hue... was the sun rising..? what's going on?

you went to take a step, to look out but something stopped you. a cold hand..? no..? a chain?!

if you weren't fully awake then, now you are! the chain was short, at least 2 feet long from the floor, it was attached to both your ankles. you could only go so far out.

what happened?! what's going on?!?

you started breathing heavily, tears started to form. you felt so confused, so lost. someone, anyone, please hel-

"oh my dear! you're awake."

your blood became ice, you looked up to see an uncomfortably happy Rollo.. he had a basket of breads and fruits.

"i was so worried that you'll never wake up. I'm very happy you did~"

with a heavy chest, you spoke.

"what's going on, Rollo!? Why are we here? why am i-?"

"oh within time my dear angel~ we just have to wait for those flowers to do their miracles. in the meantime, eat. you've been sleeping for a while and-"

"flowers..? what are you-...? Rollo...."

you took a deep breathe to try to settle your nerves.

"Please, Rollo... I'm scared. please tell me what's going on."

he looks at you and sighed, placing the basket down on a near by table. He then walked over to you and sat beside you, motioning you to come closer to him.

You did. you don't really have a choice right now..

"I'm making our perfect little world my love~ our paradise~"

you looked at the man like he was crazy. he was, at this point. But he continues.

"the Crimson flowers, the one that looks like fire, the flowers i shown you when you toured the city, they have the ability to take a mage's magic until they are just magicless people.. like you."

you stared at him but he kept smiling.

"magicless.. like me..?"

"yes my dear, then everyone in this world would have to understand magic is like a poisonous weed that has to be pulled out. or it'll spread to the other crops."

you just stared. you couldn't bare to keep looking at him so you turned to look at anything else..

magicless like you... no.. this isn't right. this cant happened!

Rollo thought the conversation was over and sat up to get the basket.

"Before this started, i made sure to get some food. i thought you'll be hungry so-"

"...mon...ster..."

Rollo froze. he was facing the backet and didn't turn around.

"excuse me..?"

you stood up, leaning against the wall, as best as you could. You knew your big mouth was gonna put you in a tough situation again but- what were you suppose to do?

"you, Rollo Flamme, are a monster."

he slowly turned to you, his eyes screamed murder. even if your body is shaking, from fear, from anxiety, from anger, maybe all of them at once's, but you kept your eye contact with Rollo.

You knew a comment like that will hurt him. you knew you couldn't physically harm him but you just wanted to hurt him like he planned to do the same to everyone you cared for..

the silence was deafening.

Rollo took some slow steps to you and leaned down to your level.

"take. that. back."

"no. cause i didn't say anything wrong.."

you hear Rollo take a deep breath and he quickly snaked his hand to grab the nape of your neck. you let out a gasp, from the sudden movement. he straighten his posture and brought you to his eye level.

"it's seems that those... mages.. have filled you with their poison. I'll just have to purify you myself. don't say i didn't warn you, my angel.."

he dragged you to a window and made you look outside. the entire city was filled with those flowers but... the looks of those flowers... made it look like you were in the middle of a raging firestorm. you felt your stomach drop. you felt cold shivers, and you didn't even realized that tears were falling. when you looked more, you noticed that the "fire" was slowly climbing the tower you were in.

you were about to let out a blood curdling scream but you were stopped by Rollo tying that purple handkerchief into a makeshift gag for you.

After that, he threw you, face down into the ground. Your body was shivering from fear so intensely, to the point that it feels like you lost complete control over your body. you couldn't even fight back when Rollo tied your hands together.

"i, really, am sorry for this my sweet angel~ but i have to get rid of the poison that those mages put in you... you have to be purified."

Rollo walked off and came back holding a fireplace poker. it was glowing red and you could see smoke coming off of it. where he got that, you didn't know but your attempt to get away from him was met with a wall against your back.

you felt your head spin, you were trembling to no return, the hot tears wouldn't stop, and the makeshift gag he put on you was now soak with tears, saliva, and snot.

Rollo kept walking towards you, in an agonizing slow pace.

"don't worry, my angel love~ after this, all will be forgiven~"

when he went to grab your face, he-

"MC!!"

those are.. familiar voices.. you know those voices..

"tch.. i suppose your punishment will have to wait my love. apparently, ill have to finish these pesky mages off myself."

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mvltisstuff · 10 months

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bring me to life - p.e

summary: when ursula possesses y/n to make her try and trap ariel, eric knows somethings off.

prince eric x reader

a/n: this is so humbling but he’s actually the finest man i’ve ever seen

the day ariel sacrificed her voice for legs, it was bound to go to hell. the only thing she wanted in life was to be with the humans, sick of being confined to the ocean. the deal she made with ursula is that she needed approval from the royals in three days. she begged to understand their world, and after she met y/n and eric, she fell in love with the above world.

they were the most gracious and accepting people on the island. they strolled around with her, y/n helping her get dressed and ready, and eric showing her his collections. she never knew that the love from land was so strong until she spent the days with them.

eric glowed around y/n, ariel noticing the bright beam on his face when she came around. he talked about her like an angel, or someone from another perfect universe. ariel knew the look in his eyes, the one of full of mesmerize. ariel quickly found out that it was very mutual, y/n being so fond of eric. her love for him was stronger than the waves, and ariel knew it.

toward the end of the second day, y/n was running around the castle with eric, fooling around with ariel before being scolded by grimsby. most nights, y/n and eric go to bed together, falling asleep as he holds her. tonight was different. the air was stiff, making y/n’s anxiety peak. she decided to take a walk down to the beach to hear the waves and see the water, hopefully calming her down. the ocean was calm from the night winds, but as she sat on the rocks, it started getting harsher. the wind was blowing her hair around, as well as causing the waves to crash around her.

ursula knew the exact weak point in eric and in ariel. meeting y/n and taking her as a friend made her a perfect target to destroy ariel’s life. for eric, y/n’s the most loved. every part of her and her mind is completely admired by eric. ursula knows they’ll listen to y/n, doubting themselves too much. so, if she could convince y/n that ariel isn’t good enough, maybe she had a shot.

“oh, child,” the eerie voice rolls through the water, making y/n move her head around trying to spot it. “a sleepless night?”

“w-who are you?” she questions, stepping away from the rock, leaving only her feet in the wet sand. she’s fully alarmed by the sight in front of her. she’s never seen something like this, leaving cold chills down her spine.

“you’ve never heard of the sea witch?” y/n nervously shakes her head naively. “it means you should listen to me, sweetheart.”

y/n’s hands remain at her side, playing with the seams of her dress. her breathing deepens, coming out more sharp in panic of the creature in front of her.

“that little ariel,” ursula begins. “is no good for this world. and i need your help to bring her back to me.”

“i can’t,” y/n whispers as she walks back further. “i can’t help you.”

“i know you can,” ursula puts her hand out and y/n cringes at the noises of her tentacles on the sand.

the sounds of y/n’s quick breaths and the swishing of ursula’s many arms has become the only thing on the beach. “n-no, no,” y/n demands. “i won’t do this.”

“fine, then!” ursula sighs. as y/n attempts to run away, hurrying out of ursula’s sight, her tentacles grip onto her sides, pulling her closer. y/n tries to yank them off, but they stick to her dress and her skin like hot glue. the air gets tighter around her, using every ounce of energy to escape the grasp of the sea witch. “i’ll just have to make you.”

the words makes y/n’s mind freeze, placing horror into her mind. she thinks about eric, wishing he were here to save her. it was too late, he was out cold in their bed, where they should be together. she knew no one was coming to save her. before she knew it, ursula cracked open a bottle, the smokey substance inside fading into y/n as she breathed it in. her irises flicked between hues of purple from ursula’s spell before returning back to the normal color. ursula knew she must leave, so y/n was left on the sand, marks on her dress as she lay on the cold ground of the beach, unconscious.

eric wakes in the morning early, prepared to explore more with y/n and collect more treasures. he rolls over to place his hand on her, but it only sinks down and he is confronted with the empty bed sheets. he immediately gets up, putting on the normal clothes as he heads downstairs to look for his love.

“grimsby!” he shouts. “have you seen y/n?”

“no, i haven’t. was she not in bed?”

“maybe she went out to the villages with ariel?”

“ariel’s upstairs, sire,” grimsby informs. eric starts to get more fearful, anything could have happened to her. his life dream used to be to explore the ocean, but now it’s just to keep y/n safe. as long as she’s with him, he’s happy. if anyone ever attempted to hurt her, there would be a new version of himself.

he walked the streets and halls of the castle with no sight of y/n. he stormed through the rooms, requesting help from guards and anyone who was free to search. every single time that anyone came back to say she wasn’t found, his heart broke off a piece.

he decided to roam down to the beaches, just in case she had made her way down here and forgotten to say something. when he spotted a bundle of soft hair, the same color as y/n’s, he sprinted over and fell on his knees in the sand.

“y/n?” he asks, placing his hands on her cheeks to straighten her head. “hey, y/n!”

her eyes flutter open, and eric immediately catches on. she doesn’t seem disoriented, she doesn’t seem alarmed. she’s different. her eyes are darkened and her expression seems uncanny. eric shivers at the look of her, he knows somethings wrong than just a fall on the beach. “are you alright, darling?”

“i’m fine,” she replies. “where’s red?”

y/n walks through the castle, leaving chaos and destruction in her path. she’s messed up the organization, and touching everything she sees. she does it with a smirk on her face as well, knowing exactly the plan.

in her head, only ursula stands, controlling her words and thoughts as y/n feels barricaded. she feels like she’s in a prison of her own mind, not being able to escape and work for herself. it’s like she’s become a puppet of the sea, saying and doing what the monsters please.

there was a party in honor of eric tonight, the queen just being thrilled that he’s home safe. it was also a way to welcome ariel to their customs, and help her get settled into the community. she hadn’t gotten her answer if she was fully accepted yet, but that wasn’t enough for ursula. if ariel wasn’t hers at the end of this, she might just have to take y/n. it’s hard work to make a bad impression of someone so genuine like ariel.

y/n walks into the party, dressed in a slim corset and purple dress as she walks onto the outdoor floor. she looks at ariel, with a toothy smirk on her face. eric spots her, making note of y/n’s watery eyes and red cheeks. somethings terribly wrong with y/n, and he doesn’t know how to save her from it.

“your majesty,” y/n says to the queen. “i need to have a word with you.”

“of course, y/n,” she places a hand on her shoulder, walking over to a corner as eric follows behind them.

“i believe that girl is not safe for this island. all the destruction and disrespect in this castle is a result of her,” eric walks in, overhearing y/n’s words and being confused. she adored ariel, and there was no way she was saying this alone.

“mother-” eric speaks, his mother putting up her hand to him. even the queen can notice something wrong with y/n’s demeanor. her features are sharper, leaving a more intimidating look to her. normally, she looks sweet and welcoming, but now she’s started to look mischievous.

“y/n, im sure it is a misunderstanding what’s happened, but- y/n, miss?”

y/n’s eyes are glued on the orange skies, looking at the sun sinking closer to the horizon. her face glows a golden tint from the light and she moves to look at the ocean. eric grabs her hand, but she swipes it away and walks past everyone. ariel has a frightened look on her face, thinking of how to save herself from scrutiny. unfortunately, as the sun dips below the line between the ocean and the sky, ariel stumbles to the floor as eric scurries to help her up.

“you’re too late!” y/n cries, smiling but also with tears. she runs over to ariel, grabbing onto her arms and yanking her off the ground. they struggle over to the balcony before ursula pops up, grabbing the two girls and diving into the water.

eric watches as his friend and his sweet girlfriend fall into the water. he’s taken aback by the tail revealed, but he needs y/n to be safe first. he got in his boat and rowed out to sea, impacting with the sharp waves and abruptness. he spotted ursula with ariel and triton under the surface, but no y/n. he panics, turning into fight mode as he tries to impale ursula with a sword. he just grazes her, just angering the creature as she sends her eels up to him. even as he’s actually attacked, he just wants to find y/n before anything else.

the battle with ursula felt like a scene from a movie. it was like it lasted days, painful, exhausting days of torment from the witch. even after he swam up to shore, y/n was nowhere to be found.

“get a boat!” eric pants. “we need to find y/n, i need to find her.”

“eric,” the queen says.

“mother, i need her-“

“relax, first, eric. we will find her. we have people out already looking for her,” she tries to comfort her son who’s in the water, discombobulated from all he’s been through today. he stared at the water, remaining on shore but still lost at sea. y/n could be anywhere and it’s out of his control.

with every last morsel of strength y/n had left, she managed to force herself to swim to shore. she lay on the hot sand, absorbing the cold water from her hair and her dress. her eyes felt like she was looking through a dirty eyeglass, the ache in her head blurring her vision. her head had one too many impacts, leaving her with a thumping pain. once she landed there, rolling onto her back to let the sun beat on her face, she couldn’t make herself stand. her muscles were overworked and weary. the warmth of the sun encapsulated her body, leaving her to dry from the soak of the sea.

eric stormed through the beaches, despite the complaints from the queen. he wasn’t going to let her escape him again and be taken. she was just an innocent person, someone who didn’t deserve the wrath of ursula.

ariel herself felt scared. she never was able to experience the same emotions as humans, until she connected with y/n. she knew ursula too well to miss her tricks. y/n would have never done that to her under any circumstance. she admired y/n on the island. ariel had discovered the disappearance of y/n, and took matters into her own hands. she explored the oceans anywhere that she could’ve fallen to, but she eventually washed up to a small island, too far from the shore of eric’s island.

she could see the floating of y/n’s dress in the high tide. she saw the swishes of hair on the ground, covered in grains of sand. she rapidly flipped her fins, pushing herself onto the sand to grab onto y/n. she swam with the unconscious body quickly to the shore of the main island, leaving her on the dry land as she returned back to the waves.

even as time passed, eric was still searching frantically, looking like a lunatic on the beaches. he didn’t stop until he was forced to by his mother, succumbing to her orders to get back in the castle. he was observed and checked out in the medical wing to make sure he wasn’t hurt too severely.

he heard shuffling in the halls, the passing of guards and orders. “alert the prince,” one says, making eric’s head perk up. it wasn’t until grimsby whipped the door open, walking in to greet eric.

“sire,” he pants. “we’ve found y/n.”

eric stands up, his face falling straight as he swiftly moved down the hallways. his footsteps ricochet through the tall passages, skipping up the stairs and seeing y/n in a small bed. her hair was tied back with a white bandage wrapped around her head.

he pauses, taking in the sight of his one and only, vulnerable and hurt on the bed. his chest rises and sinks in long breaths. he doesn’t know if he can handle looking at her sleeping body, she looks too peaceful for him to be comfortable.

as the servants cleared out of the room, eric sat beside her on the bed. he grabbed her hand as she fluttered awake, stretching her body out with a grimace on her face. “eric?”

“yes,” he whispers. “i’m here, it’s alright.”

“i don’t understand what happened, it was all so fast and then ariel-“

“shh, you’re going to be ok now,” he reassures her, running a hand on her cheek.

“but where is ariel? she dropped me off on the shoreline and i didn’t see her again,” y/n questions, fearing for her friend. when she looks behind eric, she hears a soft, gracious knock on the doors as ariel steps in in her blue dress. she has a dim smile on her lips as y/n tells her. “come in, please, ariel.”

she steps into the room, looking around at the mysterious objects in this part of the castle. the couple smiles at the curious girl until she makes her way over to y/n on the bed. “i found you on an island on the outland. it was further from the shipwreck than we were.”

“thank you,” y/n smiles, grabbing ariel’s hand and placing her other one on top of them. she looks around, her expression changing to confusion. “i guess i’ll address the problem in the room. your legs have returned.”

“my father gave me the gift of staying here with you. i’m meant to be on land, and i’ve finally been heard. i couldn’t have done any of this without you. you showed me kindness and never once treated me like i was unordinary, even though i am.”

“you don’t need to ask for respect around here,” y/n says. ariel thanks her one last time, before moving out of the room.

“you have no idea how happy i am that you’re alright,” eric remarks, shuffling closer to y/n’s body. “i was so scared i lost you.”

“i know,” y/n replies. “but you’ll never lose me, eric.” he leans forward, placing a sweet kiss on her lips as a token of gratitude.

“we’re meant to be together until the sky falls, my love.”

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heart-of-the-morningstar · 3 months

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More Lucifer x f!reader stuff!

I was sent an anonymous prompt for more Lucifer x reader and I got a little done! This will more than likely contain more NSFW later, but this snippet doesn't have any so no active warnings!

Regardless, that didn't stop him from holding your face tenderly in his hands while he kissed you with a fiery passion. You were self conscious about being so vocal around him during intimacy, but he made it his mission to elicit as many moans and whines from you as possible. Slowly, he reached down to the hem of your shirt, grabbing a fistful of fabric. Your eyes popped open, your mind racing. You pulled away from his lips and went to grab his wrist that held your clothing.

"I-I'm sorry, love," he apologized, releasing your shirt immediately. You sighed and let go of the grip you had on his hand. "I didn't mean to scare you, I should have asked. Please forgive me."

"No, no," you breathed, "it's alright. I'm not upset, I just panicked. I'm sorry."

Lucifer pressed his lips to your forehead and planted a small kiss. "Please don't ever think you need to apologize to me for how you feel, sweetheart."

"O-Ok," you stuttered.

"Do you want to stop?," Lucifer asked. You could hear the genuine concern in his voice. Hard as it was to believe, he cared about you more than anything.

You shook your head. "No."

"You're sure?," Lucifer questioned further, "because if you're uncomfortable, we can-"

Your face instantly feels hotter and your breathing becomes hotter. You tried to say something, but the words caught in your throat. Your mouth has never felt drier. He finally reached the last button of his shirt and you finally see some of his chest. You could almost feel your brain short circuiting.

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luvkyu · 9 months

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my everything ( jeon wonwoo )

wonwoo x male!reader

wonwoo prepares something special for his boyfriend.

content : 2k words, fluff, some light suggestive lines, idol!wonu x non celeb!reader

wonwoo sat in front of his laptop, eyes narrowed and brows knit together in focus. the only light in the room came from the screen and a bit from the master bathroom, as the light was left on by his now absent boyfriend.

seventeen was currently on vacation in jeju. wonwoo managed to convince their manager to let y/n come along, all of them renting out a large house on a secluded part of the beach for a week. he and y/n were in a shared master suite with a glass door overlooking the beach, while the other members shared their own rooms.

with only a day gone by of their vacation so far, wonwoo was getting more and more nervous about a plan he'd come up with weeks ago for y/n. he sighed as his sleepiness began to tug at him, removing his glasses to rub his eyes.

he was about to look back at his computer when several loud knocks came from the glass door. he jumped, quickly shutting the laptop and looking over to see jeonghan, joshua, and chan eagerly waving at him from outside. wonwoo rolled his eyes, knowing he should've expected something like this from them.

he got up and went over to unlock the door, the others letting themselves in.

"what'cha lookin' at over there??" joshua teased as he gestured to the male's now closed laptop.

"yeah, you closed that shit real fast. you got lotion somewhere? tissues?" chan added.

wonwoo rolled his eyes again at the insinuation.

"no, no. he has y/n here for that exact reason," jeonghan answered. the three of them burst into a fit of laughter while wonwoo stifled a small chuckle and shook his head.

"shut up. you guys are weird," he finally said as he went to sit back down.

"where is y/n, actually?" jeonghan asked after noticing he wasn't in the room.

"he's out with seungkwan, i think."

they all nodded at wonwoo's answer as joshua gave him a mischievous smile.

"so really, what were you doing?"

"..nothing."

"tsk. whatever you say," jeonghan pouted.

"c'mon, i'm nosy! pleeeease," joshua said again, the other two nodding along eagerly. wonwoo sighed again before finally turning in his seat and slowly opening the laptop back.

the screen lit up as the boys gathered around their groupmate, now seeing the list he'd made that was titled "proposal ideas for y/n ❤️".

"holy shit.." jeonghan muttered, his jaw falling agape.

"you're proposing to y/n??! like, marriage?!" chan screamed. wonwoo's eyes went wide as he watched all three of them basically jump out of their skin in excitement.

"wait, you're proposing here in jeju?!"

"how long have you been planning this??"

"do you have a ring for him?!"

wonwoo's heart hammered against his chest as he tried to take in all their questions and enthusiasm. he was already beyond nervous about proposing to y/n, and this was not helping.

"guys, calm.."

the others simmered down a bit, though still obviously dying to celebrate for their friend.

"alright," wonwoo began, "yes, i was planning a proposal while we're here since it's so beautiful. but now i'm second guessing how i'm gonna ask him."

the nervousness in wonwoo's voice was easy to hear, making the others become more serious.

"i'm sure what you have planned is perfect. the proposal itself is already huge as it is, you don't need to make any grand gesture," joshua comforted. the others nodded in agreement while wonwoo looked at them.

"plus, you can't really do a public proposal or anything cause people could find out.." chan said sadly.

"yeah, exactly. but i don't think a public thing would suit us anyways," wonwoo responded. "plus, i think it'll be a much more intimate experience if we're alone, y'know? and if he rejects me then no one will have to know."

"he's not gonna reject you!!" jeonghan scolded with a small hit to wonwoo's shoulder. the latter laughed and nodded.

"let's hope so.. i was planning to just take him on a walk on the beach to do it. i thought that'd be really romantic, but now i dunno.."

"oh my god, it is! do that, he'll love it!!" chan screamed again. wonwoo laughed at the male's eager energy.

"thanks for being so supportive, guys."

"wha.. of course. that's what we're here for, idiot," jeonghan responded.

"so, do you have a ring for him already?" joshua asked. wonwoo's eyes brightened, getting up again and heading toward his suitcase. before he could retrieve the ring though, the bedroom door suddenly opened to reveal his boyfriend.

"wonuuuuu!! ..oh, hey guys!"

"hey, babe. back already?" wonwoo asked. y/n skipped up to him and gave his lips a small kiss before nodding.

"mhm! we only went to get some ice cream. what're you guys doing?"

"not much, just talking," wonwoo replied, slipping his hand into y/n's. the latter smiled and nodded as he now looked at the others. joshua and jeonghan looked like they had small tears in their eyes while chan held back his excitement. y/n's brows furrowed at the unusual behavior.

"you guys okay..?"

"huh? oh, yes! we're fine!" joshua immediately answered. a nervous laugh left wonwoo's lips, now beginning to usher the three of them back outside to continue their night swim.

"g'night, brats!"

"hey, two of us are older than y-"

"good night!" wonwoo said again before closing the door completely and adjusting the curtains. he turned back to see a slightly concerned y/n with raised brows.

"that was.. odd."

wonwoo sighed and walked back over to him to take both his hands.

"they're odd," he corrected. he placed a gentle kiss on y/n's forehead before resuming, "let's get ready for bed?"

y/n smiled now and nodded happily.

"yes please."

y/n awoke the next morning to see the ceiling of his and wonwoo's temporary room. he groaned at the realization that it was already time to get up before he rolled over to cuddle closer to his boyfriend, frowning when seeing that the male wasn't there.

"wonwoo?" he called tiredly as he sat up. wonwoo's head poked out of the bathroom to see the other awake and squinting while his eyes adjusted.

"good morning, my love."

y/n's view quickly shifted to finally see him, a large smile stretching on his lips as a result.

"morning, wonu," he responded happily. wonwoo stepped out of the bathroom in only some shorts, drying his washed hair with a towel. he walked over to their bed to give y/n a deep kiss on his lips.

"wanna go on a morning walk with me?" he asked. y/n's eyes brightened at the idea. he nodded and began getting out of their bed.

"let me put my contacts in and get a shirt and we can go," wonwoo said.

"noo, you look so good just like that. hottest boyfriend ever," y/n praised, making wonwoo blush a bit as he felt the former's eyes scan his body. his broad frame and messy hair made y/n fall in love all over again. his eyes traveled from wonwoo's glasses to the print of his phone in his shorts pocket, which looked rather bulky in y/n's opinion, but he paid the thought no mind.

"alright, just a shirt then," wonwoo compromised.

"tsk, fine."

once the couple made their way onto the beach, they walked at a comfortably slow pace with connected hands, enjoying the sea breeze and clear sky. wonwoo looked over at y/n a few times while trying to think of how to start a conversation for a proposal. y/n was simply too distracting though. wonwoo found that he couldn't think straight, entranced by his partner.

y/n finally felt the other's gaze on him after a moment and looked at him. he smiled in content and squeezed wonwoo's hand.

"you okay?" y/n asked.

wonwoo looked down now. he watched the sand move with their footprints and the waves meet their skin. y/n stopped at the lack of an answer, a little worried now.

"wonwoo?"

"hm? oh yes sorry, i'm okay," he finally said. y/n was not convinced.

"do you need to talk, or..?"

wonwoo looked at him again, his mind screaming at him to just do it already.

"no no, i'm really okay, baby. just thinking," he assured. y/n nodded and gave him a satisfied grin as they began walking again.

wonwoo watched y/n's attention go back to the waves of the ocean while his hair and clothing moved with the wind. he didn't think he'd ever felt this nervous around him. it was an odd feeling, as y/n's presence had always been comforting and warm. but now, it was like wonwoo couldn't stop shaking around him.

"y/n?" he finally spoke up as they stopped again.

"hm?"

wonwoo gazed at y/n's gentle eyes and the cute smile he always got when he felt content in a certain moment. he took a deep breath and now held tightly onto his boyfriend's hands.

"i have something i want to ask you.. but i'm not exactly sure how to bring up something like this, so i'm just gonna say it."

y/n looked at him, a little nervous himself. he nodded for the other to continue.

"i'm so.. just, incredibly in love with you. i have been for years. i really can't imagine a life without you in it, by my side," wonwoo paused, letting go of y/n's hands to reach in his pocket and pull out a black ring box. y/n's jaw instantly fell as he realized what was happening.

"wonwoo," y/n was speechless, watching his boyfriend turn the open box toward him.

"y/n, will you-"

"yes."

wonwoo blinked. a smile broke onto his lips, a little in shock.

"really?"

"yes," y/n said again, trying to contain his happiness. wonwoo let the response sink in before hugging him tightly. both were smiling ear to ear as they tried to grasp the situation.

wonwoo pulled away to look at him, chuckling a bit at the happy tears leaving the other's eyes. he carefully wiped them away before their lips met passionately. this didn't last long though, as it was hard to kiss when neither could stop smiling.

"oh my god," y/n mumbled in disbelief. wonwoo laughed again and took the ring from it's box. he gave y/n another ecstatic grin as he slid the piece of jewelry onto his finger.

"does it fit okay?"

y/n looked at the engagement band while twirling it around his finger. it was a metallic black color with a matte grey strand running through the middle.

"it's a tiny bit big, but that'll be easily fixed."

wonwoo nodded, gazing at him as he admired the ring. y/n quickly looked back up at him and gave him another short kiss.

"i love you so much," wonwoo said a bit quietly. "i can't explain how much i love you, you're my everything, y/n."

"damn it, wonu, stop making me cry," y/n mumbled, wiping his eyes. he took wonwoo's hands back and and composed himself. "i love you too, more than anything."

the pair continued walking for another minute, reveling in the feeling of their new engagement. y/n's eyes soon drifted back down to their connected hands. the presence of his new ring made his heart swell. he then looked to wonwoo again, who was already looking back at him. he leaned over to give y/n another soft kiss on his temple.

"let's go back and tell the guys?" wonwoo asked eagerly. he watched excitement wash over y/n all over again.

"they're going to ruin our eardrums with their screaming," y/n joked. wonwoo snickered and nodded, swinging their hands back and forth as they began walking back toward the house.

"yeah, but it'll be worth it."

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