#not exactly sure how this error got made

[markscherz]

Natural history museums hold innumerable misidentified specimens on their shelves. These specimens make their way into databases like GBIF, and muddy data that is used in global-scale analyses and other research drawing on such records. Careful verification of all specimens in a collection holding tens to hundreds of thousands of specimens would be a Herculean task that could take a dozen experts a decade. So, we often rely on spot checks.

Whilst searching our constrictor collection to see if we have any albino snakes (we don’t seem to), I came across this snake that had been identified as a Boa constrictor. It is in fact Malayopython reticulatus, a reticulated python. A quick new label and an update in our database, and I was able to move it over to the right shelf. Now it won’t muddy the waters further, and is able to be referred to by anyone interested in examining a retic.

How many more such cases are haunting our shelves of over 14 million objects? And that’s just the Natural History Museum of Denmark; there are billions of objects in similar collections globally. This is quite literally an astronomically huge problem.

#snake #animals #museum #natural history museum #natural history #NHMD #ZMUC #So many people on FB have just commented on the picture without reading the caption #it is quite funny #but also I realised this was in the wrong place by a part of the body from several metres away #not exactly sure how this error got made #but ultimately it doesn’t matter anymore

[gojosprettyprincess]

A/n I'm sorry for any errors i wrote this at 2am :3

"Such a nasty fucking slut aren't you baby? Enjoying my best friend eating my load out of this greedy cunt while I watch, what a dirty girl" He smirks, looking down at your fuck out expression on his lap as Suguru's slurping your cunt while he's on his knees, two fingers stuffing your hole while he's lapping your wet folds. It was absolutely filthy, Gojo decided to let Suguru watch him fuck you silly so he can visually see how to properly fuck a girl since he recently got in a new established relationship and well, he doesn't have that much experience on how to pleasure his girlfriend but honestly there was no fucking way you could even tell anyways cause God he sure knew how to work his tongue.

Geto pulls away with a smirk while he drills his fingers in and out of you, "Damn you weren't wrong Satoru, her cunt tastes so fucking good, so sweet and tasty" he smirks looking up at his best friend while circling his tongue over his lips to lick up your juices. You cunt clenching around his fingers due to the praise.

"See I fucking told you sugu", Gojo gives him a cocky grin while bringing his thumb down to rub sloppy circles on your puffy clit while Geto continues fingerfucking you, he watches how your legs start shaking and your moans get louder and louder.

"She's also so fucking sensitive, aren't ya princess?", he obviously knew there was no way your gonna respond or say anything, it was just too much, earlier Gojo fucked you so fucking hard and good it didn't even feel like reality anymore, then not long after he stuffed your cunt full with his cream, Gojo made a brave suggestion that Geto should clean it up as a joke well look what that resulted to, tears stepping out of your eyes, it was so much, Geto was eating your cunt like a homeless man that just gotten his favorite meal that he haven't ate in a long time, ravishing and exploring your wet cunt with his tongue, hell he was even kissing it and you couldn't do anything about it because of the strong grip Gojo has on your thighs to keep you still, your on the verge of cumming, but the thing is, this time it felt so weird and different.

"Ohmygodohmygod fuckk!" you cried out as if you were panicking, "what is it pretty girl, are you gonna cum or is it too much?" Suguru asked, eyes fixated on your lewd expressions as he increased his lace, curling his fingers against your tight walls, God he knew exactly what he was doing.

He looked up to Gojo and it was like they can read each other's minds or something, Gojo started thumbing your clit faster, the loud squeak of your wet cunny along with your lond moans filling the room as they continued overstimulating you. Suguru brings his hand up to pinch your nipples while Gojo goes closer to you to suck on the other.

"Uughh fuckkk" you hiccupped while your eyes roll back, body arch against Gojo's chest, a cold shiver hits your spine as you felt something wet circling your puckered hole, Suguru's tongue swirling around your tight sensitive hole while it winks and flutters against the pad of his tongue, fuck you never felt so intense before, it was just crazy.

"I'm cumming! Im cumminggg!" you screamed, eyes rolling back as you felt some type of liquid gushing out of you, spraying onto Geto's face and all over his hair but that obviously he didn't stop him one bit, matter a fact it motivated him, both of them smiling at each other as Suguru pounds his fingers into you at an impossible pace, your clit practically numb from Gojo. After they were both satisfied, Suguru sucked up your juices and cleaned your dirty cunt with his tongue.

"Didn't think the first time you'd squirt would be with me and my best friend?, What a little dirty slut you are princess" Gojo whispers in your ears before planting a kiss on your forehead.

"So, ya think you know how to please a woman now?" Gojo questions Geto, looking at him.

"I don't know man I thinkkk I need more visuals and experiments if that's alright with you" Suguru grins slyly at his friend, hoping he understands what he meant.

"Of course bro, that's fine by me, thats what best friends are for". Gojo winks at him playfully.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk smut #satosugu #sugusato #gogeta #satoru gojo #gojo x female reader #gojo imagine #gojo satoru #gojo smut #gojo x reader #jjk gojo #satoru x female reader #satoru x reader #satoru x suguru #jujutsu kaisen satoru #suguru x female reader #suguru smut #jjk suguru #geto suguru #suguru geto #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto smut #geto x female reader #geto smut #jjk geto #geto x reader #gojo x geto #jjk imagines

[rubra-wav]

Hii! Can I get lil sceanarios/oneshots of Vox, Husk, and Lucifer (if you write for him) where they are ranting about something thats bothering them to their crush, so they kiss him to shut them up?

I just love the thought of them being completely caught off guard and all blushy 😚😚

Thanks!

Vox, Husk and Lucifer x crush!reader shutting them up with a kiss

Cw: SFW, gn!reader, fluff

Vox

- After another public spat with Alastor (albeit, a lot less explosive then last time) Vox sits next to you bitching his head off about it, occasionally glitching and sparking as he emphasises words.

- "I can't believe that old asshole has the audacity to come after my design choices. Mine. I mean, can you believe that! They look great- right (name)?" He doesn't wait for you to respond to his question, just cuts you off as you nod and open your mouth to speak going on with his rant.

- "Exactly! My shit is perfect. It's top of the line. I wish he'd just fuck off to whatever crevice he crawled out of!"

- You inwardly sigh watching him carry on. As much as you loved to just stare at him as he animatedly talked loudly both with his voice and also his hands, it was beginning to get somewhat annoying listening to him repeat the same things over and over again while occasionally seeking reassurance from you.

- You smile slightly, looking at his lips moving as he spoke.

- You'd seen him drink and eat stuff, but how exactly did they work? If you kissed him, would it just be screen? Would he be able to feel it?

- He continued to ramble on, not noticing you had peaced out mentally about 3 minutes ago.

- Not noticing you moving your face closer to him from the corner of his eye.

- "When I get my hands on him, I'm going to beat the shit out of him! Right (name), I'd totally win, wouldn't I-" he turns to you as he asks, and suddenly he's feeling warm lips pressed against his screen over where his mouth is displayed.

- A loud binging sound is heard as Vox momentarily errors at the sudden gesture.

- You pull your lips off of him, and look at him with raised brows. "Could you feel that? All I felt was warm glass." You asked as you watched his monitor glitch and then switch back to his usual face dumbly blinking, blue flush covering his cheeks.

- As Vox gained his bearings, he glared at you. "H-hey!" He cringed at his stutter before clearing his throat. "You can't just do that out of nowhere, Doll! The fuck?"

- Vox would be pissed off and flustered you'd tried to quiet him by kissing him out of nowhere. Who the hell do you think you are essentially telling him to shut up??

- The smaller voice being squashed was yelling about how it liked the feeling of your lips on him and wanted more, though.

Husk

- The Bartender rarely got to be the one to rant about his issues, so when you showed up as someone he trusted and loved, he took the chance to complain to his heart's content.

- "And that idiotic daddy issue having child has been forcing me to play along with her delusions. I can't just say fuck off as usual because Alastor is ordering me to partake in it for his own sick fucking enjoyment!" Husk growled before taking a long sip of his drink.

- "The sooner I can get out of that shithole, the better. I can't wait for Alastor to get bored of it, I am going crazy having to participate in 'trust exercises' and 'bonding activities'" Husk emphasised each example with mock sweetness, clearly disgusted by it.

- You snorted. "What, has she been making you make arts and crafts or something?" You joked, but then grew silent when he sourly nodded.

- "Yes. She made us do hand painting like some fucking kindergarten class. There's still yellow paint stuck in my fur from where Niffty rolled in it and jumped onto me!" He turned around to show you his back, and sure enough, yellow paint clung to his fur.

- Husk went on complaining about 3 in 1 and how it wouldn't do shit for it, and that's when an impulse took over you suddenly as you watched his fuzzy cheeks move.

- Husk abruptly stopped as you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, instead catching his mouth by accident as he unconsciously turned towards you.

- It only lasts a second as you realise your error, apologising profusely. "Sorry! I meant to get your cheek!"

- Husk stutters in surprise, unable to get out any words for a long while, before coughing and turning away, unable to meet your eyes.

- He brings a hand to touch his lips, flushing darkly under his fur at the memory of your lips on his, the scent of the sweet cocktail he'd made you on your breath as it happened had him feeling dizzy.

- Christ.

- He interrupts you from where you were apologising profusely, kissing you again.

- Liquid courage tells him not to let this opportunity pass, so he doesn't.

Lucifer

- He was very down on himself about a rather failed day out with his daughter.

- The impression that he was happy and okay had fallen to bits the second he discussed how he'd tried to take Charlie to Loo Loo World only for paparazzi to storm him and lead to a series of unfortunate events ending with Charlie covered in an overly sweet drink and popcorn and having to leave.

- "And then she looked so awkward and uncomfortable when she said goodbye! My daughter hates me!" He exclaimed, burying his face in his hands.

- You shook your head, patting his shoulder and trying to tell him that wasn't true.

- "I'm the world's worst father. I caused all of hell to exist, and for someone like you to get condemned to this horrible place, and after all these mistakes, I still can't do anything right." He looked up at you, dejected, tears in his eyes.

- Your heart hurts seeing it. You just want him to stop talking about himself in such a way.

- So you do the only thing you can properly think of on the spot.

- "I'm just a failur-hff!" he hums loudly in surprise as his face is gripped, and suddenly your lips are on his.

- As he comprehends what's happening, tears well up in his eyes alongside his now pounding heart as years of him not being touched like this weigh on him all at once. It felt wonderful to be held and kissed by someone - let alone you.

- You pull away after a short time, hands gently brushing across his now even more overly warm cheeks.

- "Don't say that about yourself. You aren't a failure, Luci." You softly say. "Tell Charlie you're sorry and arrange a more private activity with her. She's your daughter, she will forgive you." Lucifer slowly nods against your hands.

- He doesn't say anything, mouth slightly parted as he looks at you with wide, lovesick eyes as his mind races alongside his heart. You're so warm.

- His hands come to rest atop your's, keeping them against his cheeks as his eyes flutter shut, basking in your touch.

- "Please just let us stay like this for a little longer." He breathily whispers. His face crumples as you nod and invite him to come closer into your arms.

- The king of hell slumps against you, craving but still hesitant to further request your touch.

Masterlist

#hazbin hotel #vox #vox headcanons #vox x reader #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel husk x reader #hazbin hotel husk headcanons #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer x reader #lucifer x reader #lucifer headcanons

[chiikasevennn]

SMUT !!

Miguel eating u out . Fingering at the end. Idk what i wrote. Not proofread i js wanna yk. probably has errors.

"[Name]...?" Miguel's head got up from your aching pussy. He saw those tears, one at the brink of tracing a path down your cheeks.

"Ye—yeah?" He knew what you were going to possibly assume next.

"No, nothing's wrong. Are you okay? If—if you're uncomfortable, we can stop." Miguel had a knack for saying the perfect things that melted your heart. It was just one of the many qualities you had come to deeply admire about him.

"No!" You yelled. He just gave you the most mentally flabbergasting orgasm you could ever receive. It wasn't like any other. Electrifying. "It's okay, I—I just, uh, if, if it's being silent, you're not doing anything wrong… That's how I usually am… During sex."

"Oh?"

"'M sorry," you meekly replied, laying back down on the pillow, avoiding his gaze as he was practically in front of your wet cunt that he seemed to not want to let go of.

Gosh, Miguel absolutely adored you. This would be the first time you guys' doing actual lovemaking. You've only given him unforgettable blowjobs, but of course, Miguel was a man with necessities as well; he wanted to taste his woman.

"So you're not uncomfortable?" He asked.

"No… I'm just…" not used to being eaten out like you were the only thing that was gonna keep him alive. "Yeah. You can continue. I really liked it..."

You pretty much wouldn't be extremely wet if you didn't like this one bit.

Miguel placed a quick, firm kiss on your clit, making you flinch. Your cheeks warmed, and before you knew it, you blinked back tears from blurring your eyesight as he devoured every inch of your sanity, but this time, he became rougher.

In less than a minute, nearly on the brink of full-fledged sobbing, trying to keep your legs back together, but Miguel was preventing it. Miguel groaned in pleasure as he pushed your legs against your chest. He made sure there was a wide enough space for him to properly exhibit devotion to your pussy.

There, you exploded your second orgasm of the night. Miguel very well sensed this and kept kissing your cunt as a thank you for cumming for him. You thought he'd finally give you a rest, knowing how much tremble he got out of that simple cunnilingus.

Of course, that was what you thought until he jumped on your pussy again and started to lick and rub everything with his tongue, especially your sensitive clit.

Your body instinctively thrashed around him, only to be caged by his powerful grip on your thighs given how huge he was.

"Ah—ah… uh, u— Mi-Migueeel, wa— mmf!" You slapped the nearest pillow against your face as tears blurred your vision when your clit finally gave out again. He gave kitten licks against your vulva.

Seemed like Miguel took it as a challenge to get you to break for him. Not what he exactly wanted, but this was a process.

He ascended from your spent cunt and went beside you to get a hug. He caressed your naked breast underneath your shirt, massaging and clinging to it as he kissed the tears away, chuckling when you whimpered lowly.

Now, it was time to use his fingers.

"Shit," his hands found its way against your hole, and the way you tried to close it almost made him cum his pants.

You almost whine. You forgot how long and thick his fingers were compared to any of the guys you've been with. Of course, you would, and now you were going to be trained wonderfully by this behemoth of a man.

"Spread 'em wider for me, m'love," he wasn't even finished and you did as you were told. He chuckled. Cute.

"'M gonna fuck you with my fingers, all right? If you can't take it anymore, 's okay, let it all out…"

Needless to say, you woke up the next day unable to walk properly. Oh, he also kept pumping his fingers into your cunt sometimes that you almost passed out, sometimes glaring, but did you ever protest? Nope!

#miguel o'hara smut #Miguel O'Hara smut #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara x reader #spider-man #spider-verse #atsv #smut #lmao #Miguel o'hara x reader smut

[adriennebarnes]

Prince of Ferrari

Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N meets F1 driver, Charles Leclerc, in a surprising and completely unexpected way.

Warning: THIS IS MY FIRST CHARLES LECLERC FANFIC, inaccurate F1 details (I’m a new fan, I’m learning) Grammatical and spelling errors

A/N: inspired by the way Ella of Frell met Prince Charmont in the movie Ella Enchanted. It is kinda a mix of Ella Enchanted and the DCOM Starstruck which really mad eme believe I'll have a Y/N moment, I really hope y’all like it!

Y/N was not a huge sports girl, but she LOVES Formula 1. Y/N started watching F1 with her dad when Checo Pérez joined in 2011 and now she’s living in Miami with the Grand Prix being only a few days away. Though everyone is a Ferrari fan according to Sebastian Vettel, Y/N was a total Red Bull fan.

That brings her to the Aventura Mall where Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz had an event with Ray-Ban.

"Do you know why there are so many people here?" Y/N asked her friend, trying to push through the crowd to get to Guess.

"Didn't you hear? The Ferrari boys are coming to the mall because of their Ray-Ban sponsorship/partnership, how did you not know this? I though you were a big F1 fan." Y/N's friend, Francesca, said.

"Exactly, I am an F1 fan, not a Ferrari fan. Isn't there are a Ferrari store here too? Why can't they do a Ferrari event?" Y/n asked.

"I think that is Sunday after the race." Francesca said, Y/N was going to say somwthing before she heard screaming. "Looks like the Ferrari boys are here. Can I meet them please?" Francesca asked Y/N with puppy dog eyes.

"Sure, I'll try to go to the Dolphin mall and see if I can get my mom a birthday gift without the crowd, let me know if you get a photo with them." Y/N said, she kissed Francesca goodbye and made it towards the exit.

Charles and Carlos were entering the mall, signing things as people were taking photos and videos of them.

"Remind me again why we are here?" Charles asked Fred.

"We need to maintain a good relationship with Ray-Ban." Fred said.

"It is completely fine, Lord Perceval, lighten up." Carlos said. They kept signing things until they made it to the stage set up in the center of the first floor.

"Welcome Formula 1 Ferrari drivers Charles Leclerc and Carlos Sainz!" Ray Ban employee said. The crowd cheered and got closer to the stage to see the Ferrari boys even closer as the boys walked on stage, shaking hands with the Ray-Ban employee before sitting down on the chair set up and with microphones in their hands. "Before we get this event started, we are raffling off 5 sunglasses with cases signed by the drivers themselves, if you haven't bought tickets, do so now. Carlos and Charles will be answering your questions." The employee said.

The event itself was going well for the first 10 minutes until..

"Charles, are you a fast runner?" A girl asked.

"Not particulary, no, why?" Charles asked.

"Get him!" That same girl said and Charles saw how there were many girls trying to get on stage so Charles did what any guy would do and thats run off the stage and through the exit, 13 girls chasing after him.

"This cannot be happening!" Charles exclaimed to himself. He ran to the parking garage and looked behind him and there were still girls chasing him. He tried to hide behind a car when he bumped into a girl.

"Puta madre, watch where.." Y/N didn't finish her sentence because Charles covered her mouth, pulled her close to him by her waist and slid down the car door, successfully hiding from the girls chasing him. Y/N psuhed his hand away from her mouth. "Huh, well if it isn't the prince of Ferrari."

"Please, call me.." Charles looked into her eyes. "Call me Charles. Sorry about that, occupational hazard." Charles said getting up, dusting himself off. "Allow me." Charles said, helping Y/N off the floor as she dusted herself off as well.

"Does this kind of thing happen often? Being chased by girls?" Y/N asked, looking around the parking garage.

"I don't get chased like this, thats for sure, its more the American fans. But i do get approached often when I am in Monaco." Charles said.

"Well yeah, you're not exactly subtle driving around the country in a fucking sports car that all your fans recognize." Y/N commented.

"So you know a lot about me?" Charles asked with his arms crossed and a stupid smirk on his face.

"Charming, such Libra behavior. Now as you are clearly not in danger from screaming fans and I am nothing but a humble American, I'll leave you to it." Y/N said, about to unlock her car when Charles put his hand over hers.

"Wait, what is your name?" Charles asked.

"Y/N." Y/N responded.

"Do you have anywhere you need to be?" Charles asked.

"Well I'm shopping for my mom's birthday present. I couldn't really do the shopping in this mall." Y/N said.

"Maybe I can help you, as a thank you of course for not blowing my cover." Charles said.

"You gotta lose the Ferrari merch if you don't want to get chase again." Y/N said.

"Oh, of course." Charles said. He took off the Ferrari hoodie he had on and Y/N couldn't help but look when Charles's shirt started riding up when he did so. "Better?"

"I have a Disney baseball cap and sunglasses in my purse, just wear the 'Marvel disguise'." Y/N said laughing as she handed Charles the items and he puts them on.

"Do I look like a normal guy?" Charles asked posing.

"Sure, get in." Y/N said, unlocking her car to get into the driver's seat and Charles circled the car to get into the passenger seat. "Wouldn't your team principal freak out that you are missing?"

"I'll let him know I'm okay, It's only Wednesday, press is not until tomorrow, I think I can have a little fun." Charles said. Y/N started the car and left the parking garage when she got a call from Francesca.

"Digame Fran, como te fue?" Y/N asked her friend.

"Mal, no sabes lo que paso, some girl decided to fucking jump the stage, her and a group of girls chase Charles out of the mall, and now the event is canceled. Like what the fuck. How about you? Did you make it to the other mall?" Francesca asked.

"Actually Fran, you have no idea what happened." Y/N said.

"Hello Fran, how are you?" Charles spoke and Francesca went silent. "Are you alright?" Charles asked again and Francesca screamed.

"You bitch, you have Charles Leclerc in your car?!?" Francesca screamed.

"Relax, he's helping me with something and in turn, he plays hooky until this whole thing blows over." Y/N said. "I'll call you later, okay?" Y/N said, hanging up. "Sorry about her, she is a huge Ferrari fan."

"What about you? Ared you a Ferrari fan?" Charles asked curiously.

"Sorry, red is not my color, I'm a Red Bull fan." Y/N told him. Charles put his hand on his chest.

"Ouch, you hurt me." Charles said and Y/n laughed. "Its such a shame, you would look great in red."

"Charming." Y/N replied.

"So i have been told." Charles said. Y/N played music in the car until they made it to the Dolphin mall. "Miami has a lot of malls."

"Yes, yes it does." Y/N replied before getting out of the car and getting reusable bags from the trunk. "Lets pay for parking."

"You pay to park the car yourself?" Charles asked.

"oh you have so much to learn." Y/N walked to the meter at the entrance of the mall to pay before Y/N grabbed his hand to enter the mall.

"As my tour guide, where do we go first?" Charles asked.

"I wanted to go to Swarovski to get a necklace for my mom." Y/N said.

"Any stores you want to go to?" Charles asked.

"There is a Saks Off Fifth but I don't think I have enough money." Y/N said. Charles pulled out his wallet.

"I'll pay." Charles said but Y/N shook her head.

"There is no way I can let you do that." Y/N said.

"I insist. You are helping me a lot by treating me like a regular guy. Its the least I can do, you are babysitting me after all." Charles said.

"Well I can't argue with that." Y/N said.

That is exactly what happened, Charles helped Y/N pick out a necklace with matching earrings for Y/N's mom and paid for it. Charles was very insistent in Y/N trying on clothes from different stores she wanted to look at. When Charles saw Y/N's eyes light up in a certain item, he always said "Do not look at the price tag, do you like it? Do you want to get it? Then its done, I'll buy it for you." Charles ended up carrying Y/N's shopping bags after every trip. They went to the food court and Charles also paid for their lunch, they sat in a far away booth.

"So how did you get into F1?" Charles asked, taking a bite out of his sandwich.

"Well my dad is a fan, we like Checo Perez because he is Mexican, Latino power and all that." Y/N said, eating her Chinese food.

"So that is why you are a Red Bull fan, good to know." Charles said.

"Yep, that's why. I hate to ruin the moment, but what happens after today?" Y/N asked.

"Well I wouldn't see you in person until the next Miami GP, but we could talk everyday if you give me your phone number, If you want fo course, I liked spending the day with you." Charles admitted.

"I liked spending the day with you too, I never had a guy friend before so this type of relationship is new to me, but i don't hate it." Y/N replied. Charles got out his phone.

"Here, put your contact in." Charles handed Y/N his phone. Y/N added her name and her photo, han ding it back to Charles. "'Y/N American', very cute." Charles said.

"why thank you." Y/N did the nose scrunch and Charles found it adorable. "Now do you want to buy anything sir or are you okay? It's almost 5 and tomorrow is your media day." Y/n said.

"yeah, we can go." Charles said, they finished their food, threw out their garbage, left the mall, and went to Y/N's car, she got in front of his hotel. "You should come over one day." Charles said, unbuckling his seatbelt.

"If your team principal says its okay." Y/N said.

"I'll make sure he says its okay, see you around." Charles said, leaving the car. Y/N drove back to her house, her parents watching TV in the living room.

"Como te fue, mija?" Y/N's mom asked.

"Me fue bien, Mami, luego te cuento." Y/N said, dropping off her bags in her room. She closed her door and collapsed on her bed when she got a text.

Unknown number: Fred said its okay, whenever you want to come over, let me know.

Unknown number: It is Charles by the way.

Y/n laughed and replied to him.

You: Sounds like a plan, I'll let you know, Charlie.

Y/N saved Charles's number as Charlie and sighed. Today was a good day.

The End

Hope y'all liked it, if you did, maybe I can write more, I don't know, I need more Latina representation. Up to you if you want more or if i should just stick to reading F1 fanfics.

#hispanic reader #latina #hispanic #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #formula 1 #formula one #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc fluff

[ambrosiagoldfish]

Lucifer, Charlie, and alastor with a Kitsune reader ? :0

Hazbin Hotel x Kitsune! Reader

(Lucifer, Charlie, and Alastor)

Safe for all Audiences!

Warnings: None! Gn! Reader! Reader being a mischievous Little Kitsune, chaos ensues.

Request Box: Open

Word count: 1101

A/n: Hi! thank you for the request! This isn’t terribly long so I hopes that’s ok!

Now, I wasn’t entirely sure if you want this to be Romantic or Platonic so I kept it pretty vague so it could be interpreted as either! I hope that’s ok, if not just send another request and I’ll fix it!!

But either way I hope you enjoy it because i enjoyed writing it!! <3

Proofread once soooo… if there are any errors please ignore them/inform me 😭

Lucifer

When you first arrived in hell, he wasnt the most impressed by you. Not in a mean way or anything, just that he’s lived for a long time and has met a plethora of different types of beings so he’s pretty used to meeting interesting looking people.

But even he has to admit that he was intrigued with you. Your 9 well-groomed and lush tails that quietly followed you with every step and the fur of your fox ears looked soft to the touch. The thing that he seemed to notice most though was the whole eloquent aura you had with every movement you did. Smooth, almost tranquil.

You being a Kitsune did cause you to stir up a bit of… let's say trouble. Your fox nature of course caused you to have a personality that leaned a bit mischievously. You weren’t malicious by any means, you judt had a very… unique taste in humor and how you wish to spend your time. Pranks, stealing random objects that interest you, and going places that you probably should be. This gets you in trouble with many a folk but it’s really not something you can’t handle.

On one of these occasions. you took interest in his custom made duckys. First off, it was something new to you, 2nd, you had never seen someone be this interested in ducks as him, so when you randomly stumbled into the big man of hell’s workspace that’s filled to the brim of them, each with unique features and colorful designs, needless to say you were quite interested.

He was a bit embarrassed at first when you found it but seeing that you genuinely were into them he literally couldnt stop showing them off. Going into almost ecrusiating detail of each one's design choices. (This man is so autistic-coded. I love him so much)

He even made a custom one for you which he gave you when both met again. It was a basic duck design, except it had 9 tail feathers and wore fox ears that clearly mimicked your own, including your fur pattern. He then spent an hour going through each of its features with you. To say you were grateful would be an understatement.

“And if you pull this feather back… Bubbles! Oh-ho, and that's not all! If you take this and-”

Charlie

Definitely more impressed than her father would be. Of course she has been in hell literally all her life and has seen some weird, wacky, hot and cool people but it still doesnt not surprise her when she finds interesting people. When you first met her she was really interested in you, asking a bunch of questions and It was almost scary how enthusuatsic about it she got.

She then started talking about her brand new “Hazbin Hotel.” It was something to reform sinners so that they had a chance at redemption. Charlie seemed so excited to tell you about it that you honestly did have the heart to tell her that you didn’t exactly believe a soul could be redeemed.

Now depending on if you’re hellborn or a sinner, things can go a bit differently. If youre hellborn she’ll offer you a job at the hotel, well to say a job would be a lie, you didn’t really have 1 given task to do, you just helped out when needed. if you’re a sinner, you of course get to stay in a room at the hotel. Whether you actually go along and try to get better is up to you. It was a free place to sleep, so hey? Might as well. Either way though, Charlie always sees the good in people, hellborn or not. So she would obviously want to help you grow as a person even if you are hellborn.

The michevues aspects of your personality tends to cause some problems for the hotel at times. Fights happen, lessons have ended prematurely, and you may have accidentally caused a bar fight between Angel and Sir Pentious. It really was an accident, how was you supposed to know “borrowing” one of Pentious’ shiny tools would cause such a ruckus?

Charlie lectored you about taking others' stuff and made you apologize.

As much as Charlie doesn’t want to admit it (at least before episode 5) she’s a lot like her dad. That also expands to their likeness for your fur. She really can’t take her eyes away from it, it just looks so soft and neat… and soft… eventually you catch her staring at your tails and you just laugh and ask her if she wants to touch them.

“What!? Pfft, noooo, no no no. hehe…he…unless you’re offering…”

Alastor

Considering Alastor died in the 20’s I don’t think he knows what a Kitsune is exactly. Which is probably why he’s the most interesting in you at first glance (you could have also met when he first manifested in hell, which would only further his intrigue)

Either way, your personalities seemed to mesh well for the most part. You both stir up trouble wherever you go (Alastor a bit more… maliciously than you but still)

Whether you’re hellborn or a sinner is irrelevant to how he treats you, though he has tried making a deal with you every once and a while. You always decline but he thinks it’s always worth a shot to ask.

Alastor is aware of your devious behavior and knows the best way to handle it if it ever happens to come his way. He knows that you’re harmless and not a threat which is exactly why he has taken a liking to you. You’re someone who can only really help his cause and nothing bad can really come out of you being around.

Pranks though, are the one thing that Alastor can’t seem to sway you out of doing. He can’t even begin to count the amount of times he’s been at the front end of them. Of course he always sees through them and they’ve never once worked, but boy are you sure determined to one day get him.

This was one such case where you attempted to steal and hide his radio cane while he was asleep, only for him to sneak up shadow form and scare you half to double death

“You’re going to have to try harder than that to pull one past me, my, oh-so dear, exquisitely fluffy friend”

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[cupidhoons]

MIXED SIGNALS

SUMMARY Yang Jungwon was confusing you. He left you questioning if he did like you or if you were another girl to toy with. PAIRING popular ! jungwon x fem ! reader GENRE oneshot & highschool! au, kinda s2l, fluff, angst (slight) romance WARNINGS jungwon sends the reader mixed signals, Y/n gets followed in the beginning, grammar/spelling errors, kissing, lmk if there's more!

HE WAS BEING INCREDIBLY DIFFICULT. He's giving you mixed signals, leaving you to wonder if he really liked you or not. Now, you were pretty sure that you got yourself into a situationship with the popular guy. You didn't know what to think and feel with him. Part of you was deeply infuriated with Jungwon and another part of you said he was an idiot and you shouldn't like him because of the way he acted. You could ask anyone in school and ask what they first thought about him and the first thought that comes to mind would be heartthrob.

His looks and cute persona from time to time made girls swoon all over him. He's soft and loving, yet confusing and difficult. That would be the perfect way to describe Jungwon. You didn't exactly know if he was playing with you or if he genuinely had a crush on you.

The way you met was...interesting. Not awkward, but more of a life or death situation. Walking alone at night was not your greatest move, but you did it anyway, because having a late night snack mattered much more. You should have stayed at home, but at the moment, getting a snack from the nearby convenience store was a strong urge.

That was when you met him. You bought your snack and left when you were finished paying. But thankfully, you didn't leave the store alone.

"Hey baby, didn't I tell you to wait till morning to get your snacks?" You felt someone's hand on your waist and pulling you towards their body. The person made you wrap your arm around him and lean on him while he whispered. "There's two guys following you Y/n. You shouldn't be here all alone, you could get hurt." You froze a bit. "Who the fuck are you?" One of the men from behind spoke. "Hey pretty, is this your boyfriend?" The stranger made you turn to him and gasped when you realized it was Jungwon.

"Yes, she does have a boyfriend, and it's me. Can you not tell?" Jungwon says, turning to the guy behind you two. You bit your lip as he leaned down. "I'm so sorry for this." You could feel him breathe out on your lips and tilt your head up to softly kiss you. What is happening you thought.

"Quit following her you creep. You don't have a chance, she's mine." Honestly, you couldn't lie to yourself that he didn't make your heart flip at that moment. You Knew you should have pulled away. But, he was so enticing and made you feel a certain way and you didn't want to let go. You tugged on his shirt to tell him to stop, and he did. Gentleman much. When you looked back, the two men were gone. You let out a sigh of relief. If Jungwon wasn't there, who knows what would've happened to you. What a stupid move Y/n.

"Thank you. You don't have to walk me home or anything. I'm fine." Jungwon chuckled. "I'm staying with you. Gotta make sure my girlfriend is safe." You pushed him and shook your head. "Oh my god-don't joke like that." He laughed as you rolled your eyes. "How do you even know my name?"

"I've seen you around campus. I asked my friend who you were and I recognized you back in the convenience store. Thankfully I remembered your name."

You felt yourself grow hot and looked away to fan yourself. Yang Jungwon knew your name?

THE NEXT DAY he sat next to you in class with a grin on his face. You side-eyed him a bit when he put his head in the palm of his hand on his desk and turned his head to face you. The sun behind him didn't make this scene any better, your heart was racing.

Everyone was already confused and turned quiet when they say Jungwon with you, because this was the first he had done something for a girl.

"Y/n, do you want to go on a date with me as my girlfriend?" He had a sly smile on his face. You looked at him with wide eyes as everyone started to gasp and talk quietly. "Jungwon, what the hell are you doing?"

"Well, I figured because I became your boyfriend last night, I thought you could come help me with a favor." You shrugged and nodded. "Sure."

"I've been trying to escape these girls that have been trying to get with me. Can you act like we are together for a while?"

It was as if you had no self-control when he asked you that, because later that day you found yourself holding his hand in the halls. And the day after, and the following weeks.

He was everything you wanted in a man. He enjoyed hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek. He ran his fingers through the strands of your hair and looked at you with doe eyes. He'd nuzzle his head in your neck and fall asleep in your grasp until you had to wake him up to go home. He was dreamy in a way that made you feel electricity with every touch.

"HOW DOES ONE FALL IN LOVE? IS THERE A FORMULA?" He put his head on the surface of the table and looked up at you as you read a book.

"I'm pretty sure there is. Why?"

"I want to try it with you."

You choked on your saliva as you fanned your face, cheeks burning up and you were pretty sure that you were red as a tomato.

"What?!"

He ignored what you said and made you look at him. "I think the formula of love consists of physical touch and sweet nothings."

"You do that already."

"You can just say that you're in love with me. I know you like it when I do these types of things." You laughed at his cockiness before jungwon pulled you into his lap and set his head in your neck. "I won't mind if you say you like me y'know."

"I don't want to."

"But, I know you do."

"Then don't try to get it out of me." You raised yourself up and stared at him.

"Then, I'll say it. I like you. It's safe to say that my standards for girls have skyrocketed ever since I began to spend time with you. Now, it's your turn to say you love me." You smiled. "...Sure." You put your arms around his neck and nuzzled your nose with his. Tilting his head up, you giggled when he began to chase your lips, knowing that you were doing this to tease him.

And now, your second kiss with him happened. This time, it held more meaning than the first, and it made you feel more butterflies than before. He held you close as you straddled his lap, making him groan. He smiled as you pulled away from his lips. "If that is your way of saying that you liked me, do it more often."

THEN IT WAS WEIRD. Admitting your feelings for one another made the situation different now. He pulled away from you slowly. You sighed as you looked at him sitting across from you on the other side of the table of the cafe.

"You wanna go get something to eat after school?"

"I can't"

"A date?"

"Don't know."

He was everything you never wanted now. A total switch. Did you do something wrong? Not like you recalled anything. He was so sweet. But now? He was being totally dry and cold. It was like this for a full week.

"Are we together?"

"I think so." That wasn't a clear answer, so you decided that it was a 'No.'

His phone went off and he answered it. It was a girl's name and he smiled before answering. You looked at him with a bored face. When he was done with the call, he said a flirty line and hung up.

"You could have told me that you were done with me instead of keeping me around."

"It's not about you."

"I'll put up with you because I really like you and I don't take shit from anyone. You really are being an asshole right now and I don't like it." You stood up to leave as Jungwon got up and walked alongside you.

"Why are you acting like this?"

"Maybe you were lying when you said you like me. I like you, and you're playing it off like a joke. You're so dry with your answers and it's frustrating! You make me mad." You shook your head. You were thankful that you lived nearby the campus, so it was easy to get to your apartment without much hustle. Jungwon followed you up the stairs while you gave him the silent treatment.

"Y/n...you don't even know the full story."

"You are all I ever wanted in a guy and now you're switching up. Being so annoyingly dry and replying with an 'I think so' when I asked if we were together? How stupid."

You closed the door as soon as Jungwon got inside. You lean on the door as he paces back and forth. "You are so good with words and physical affection and as soon as it gets real, you pretend that it's not-" You were cut off by his lips on yours. He put his hand behind your neck and the other was firmly on your waist while you were blushing like crazy.

"It is real. I'm being true to what I feel for you. Please don't think I'm a liar. It's just that I don't want you to get annoyed or bothered by me. I want you to be someone that is always around and loving me. He spoke in a low tone, his body weight on you. You sighed as Jungwon put his arms around you and took and deep breath.

"I'm so soft for you. I'm usually straightforward, but this time you made me flustered. That's new. For a moment I thought I lost you." He puts his head on your shoulder and melts into you

"You did, Jungwon. Don't let me down and give you a chance just for you to take it for granted." You felt yourself slowly give into his grasp. He chuckled and kissed your cheek like always. He was gentle and soothing, and dry and boring other times. You loved him around, you needed him around. And he loved you in his own fashion.

END.

NOTE hii! if you made it to the end then i hope you enjoyed! please like & reblog cuz that'll help a ton! i'm new to enhablr so i apologize for any grammar mistakes and such. thank you for reading ^^

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[girlgenius1111]

do you want my attention?

R and Mapi decide to fuck around at the club and make their respective girlfriends jealous. It ends... exactly how R wants.

Smut! This is not proofread [if you see errors no you didn't]. It's also pretty rough smut. Please enjoy :)

You had arrived at the club, a gay bar in the heart of the city, dragging a still somewhat reluctant Alexia in with you. You'd barely greeted the rest of the girls before Mapi was dragging you off to the bar with you to get everyone drinks. Once you were out of earshot, she turned to you with her signature smirk, and told you her idea.

You were on board with the idea the minute the words left Mapi's mouth. The team had a rare weekend off, playing on Friday and not playing again until the following weekend. You had all convinced your captains [Alexia more than the others], that a night out would be good for everyone. You were excited; it had been too long since either you or Alexia had the energy to do something together other than attend practice, or lay exhausted on the couch together.

It had also been a while since you and Alexia had gotten up to... other activities. Alexia specifically had been so drained that you guys had only the energy for soft, sensual sex, and even that was happening infrequently. Which you definitely enjoyed, but you also really, really loved it when Alexia got rough with you. And it seemed like Mapi's idea would be your best bet to getting Alexia to fall back into her more dominant role. You deduced that Mapi was after the same thing you were. Judging by the way Ingrid's sharp gaze raked over Mapi's outfit, black leather pants and a tight maroon corset top, you figured she already had a pretty good start.

You also knew you had Alexia's eyes on you, in the possessive and protective way she watched you whenever you guys went out. She was a worrier, and she was also deeply territorial. You were surprised she had let you walk away with Mapi, considering how full of gay women the club was, and the way your tits were framed by the top you were wearing- lacy, kind of see through, and decidedly too small for your chest. Alexia didn't look bad herself, wearing a tight, short, black dress that was completely open in the back, forcibly reminding you that she was not wearing a bra.

It didn't take long before you found yourself on the dance floor with Mapi, ready to put the plan in place.

"Ready?" She asked.

"Si, as ready as I'll ever be," you replied, well aware of what consequences you would be facing in the coming hours.

Your teammates were spread throughout the club, some dancing, and some not. You had left Alexia standing at a table with Ingrid, Caro, and Patri, who were not dancers, slipping away with Mapi before your girlfriend could object. You had both made sure you were in view of the little group.

You and Mapi took it slow at first, dancing a safe distance away from each other. After a few pop songs had played, a slower, much sexier song came on. You felt Mapi's hands land on your hips, pulling you back slightly into her, dancing against you. You didn't really enjoy it- you were truly only interested in having Alexia's hands on you. You could tell Mapi felt the same way about Ingrid, because her movements were slightly hesitant and stiff. Still, you both pushed through, getting into a rhythm and dancing up against each other to the slow beat of the song.

"She's already staring, chica," Mapi spoke softly into your ear, pressing her head against yours, giving the look of a much more sexual comment. You brought a hand up to press hold Mapi's head where it was, peeking over at your girlfriend. Mapi was right, Alexia was staring. Maybe glaring would have been a better word. Her green eyes held a dark look, and you noticed her hands clenched on the edge of the table. Her lips were pressed into a thin line, as she shook her head at you, a clear warning on her face. You had to fight a smile at your success.

Maintaining eye contact, you grinded back into Mapi, pressing your ass up against her front. Her hands tightened on your hips, moving in sync with you. Alexia's expression hardened, and she took a long sip of her drink; it looked like it was alcohol, which was alarming consideing Alexia normally didn't drink during the season. If this was an indication of how jealous you'd made her, you suddenly had a few regrets. Sober Alexia was possessive, and she could be rough when she wanted you. Drunk Alexia would fuck you into the mattress until you could barely move.

You and Mapi continued to dance on each other, bodies swaying to the beat of the music. You looked briefly at Ingrid, suddenly worried you'd make her mad at you, but her eyes were locked on her girlfriend, making a face very similar to Alexia. Deciding to egg them on even more, you placed one hand over Mapi's, moving it tantalizingly slowly up your body, until her thumb was grazing your breast. You closed your eyes, ignoring the burning gaze of Alexia, and leaned your head back to rest on Mapi's shoulder.

"Shit. Incoming," she whispered in your ear, "that didn't take long."

You opened your eyes to see Alexia making her way through the crowd toward you, eyes locked not on your face, but on Mapi's hand resting at your chest. Ingrid was following not far behind her. You braced yourself, knowing Alexia would be pissed. You knew both her and Ingrid would clock what you and Mapi were up to immediately, but just because they knew you both were fucking around, you knew you'd both still be in trouble. Mapi seemed to have the same thought because you felt her suck in a deep breath as your girlfriends arrived at your side. You weren't done acting like a brat, though, and you were determined to drag Mapi down with you.

"Come to dance?" You asked the girls standing opposite you, allowing your lips to curl into the smile you'd been fighting all night. You were met with the hardened gaze of Alexia. The way she stared at you... you knew you were wet already, just from that.

"I think we've had enough dancing," Alexia spoke through clenched teeth, hand came to latch onto your wrist, grip tight, as she yanked you away from Mapi and into her side. She began to pull you away from the dance floor, and you let her, glancing back at Mapi to throw her a smile. She stood completely still, seemingly paralyzed by the way Ingrid was silently looking at her. You hoped they wouldn't do it in the bathroom of the bar again, but the look on both of their faces told you that it was unlikely they'd make it all the way home.

Alexia, however, dragged you right out the door, not stopping to say goodbye to anyone. She pushed you up against the side of the bar, her arms coming up to rest on either side of your head, blocking you in.

"Why are we leaving? I was having fun," you pouted. You knew you were pushing her, but you couldn't seem to stop yourself.

She moved her to press her lips against your ear, blonde hair falling into your face. It smelled like coconut, and the light contact of her lips on you had you completely distracted from the world around you.

"Fun," she murmured, her voice raspy enough to know that she had been drinking, and that she was turned on," I don't know that I would call that fun." She pulled back, fixing you with a harsh stare. Her hands fell from the wall to rest against your side, touch featherlight.

"What? We were just dancing." You really should stop, but the urge to play dumb was too strong.

"Dancing, si, but dancing like you wanted to fuck her? Not so fun, cariño." Her voice was sweet, but there was a sharp undertone to it that had you shivering with excitement.

"Well you wouldn't dance with me..." you responded, letting your gaze fall to the ground. Suddenly, you were feeling incredibly insecure. the thoughts that had been swirling around in your head recently came to the forefront. What if she hadn't been tired, and she just didn't want you anymore? Her hand came up, catching your chin almost instantly, and guiding it back up until you were making eye contact with her again. Her gaze had softened slightly, and you knew she had realized that she'd been distant recently, that your actions tonight were not entirely unprompted.

"Have you been feeling needy bebé?" Her tone was soft, and you leaned into her touch, nodding. "What are you supposed to do when you are feeling needy?" She asked, clearly awaiting a response.

"Ask for what I want..." you responded, still slightly self conscious.

"For what you want?" She questioned.

You sighed, knowing what she was looking for. "For what I need, Ale."

"Si. You're supposed to tell me when you need me. Not go around dancing like a whore with your friends, trying to make me jealous." You blushed, suddenly aware that you were still in public. Alexia didn't stop there though, leaning closer until her lips were almost brushing yours. "If you wanted it rough, amor, you could have asked. You'll get it rough, I'll give you what you want, mi niña bonita, but only if you listen to me." You nodded eagerly at her words, and she smiled down at you, pecking your lips quickly, before turning around, grabbing your hand, and beginning the walk back to your apartment.

-----

You expected her to be all over you the minute you both walked into the apartment, but she casually walked into the kitchen, hand still intertwined with yours. She pulled out a bar stool from the counter, dropping your hand, and pointing for you to sit. You were confused. And horny. But you weren't feeling like a little brat anymore, you just wanted to do what Alexia wanted you to do, so you sat, waiting patiently for her as she rifled through a cabinet. She returned to your side with a glass of water wordlessly placing it down in front of you, leaning against the counter next to you and running her fingers through your hair. You looked at her, raising your eyebrows in confusion.

She smiled at you innocently. "I want you hydrated. You're going to need the energy," she said casually, still gently untangling your hair with her fingers. You almost chugged the water in an effort to move things along. You were almost done when she pulled your hair into her hands, smoothing it back into a ponytail. You felt goosebumps raising on your neck, highly anticipating what was coming. Alexia liked your hair down, and she only tied it back for specific reasons. You liked these reasons.

"Bien?" she asked, ever the attentive girlfriend, even when it was clear that she was about to wreck you. You nodded your head. She grabbed your hand again, leading you back into the bedroom. She sat you on the edge of the bed, looking down at you. "You know what to do if you need to stop, si?" You told her you did, and she smiled, satisfied, before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving you sitting on the bed. Not really knowing what she wanted you to do, you opted to sit and wait. She returned a couple minutes later, and your jaw dropped at the sight of her.

Alexia was completely naked, muscular body on full display, with an enormous dildo strapped to her waist. It wasn't one you'd seen before you and you wondered briefly if she'd spent the last few weeks waiting for you to act in a way that would warrant the use of this new toy. She crossed the room quickly, placing her hands on your shirt. Instead of taking it off, as you'd expected, she tore the fabric easily, tossing the two pieces behind her, eyes fixed on your chest, expression completely blank. You gasped, slightly indignant because you really liked that shirt, but then her hand was wrapping around your throat, not squeezing, but enough that every thought in your brain promptly fell out.

"Something to say bonita," she purred.

"N-no." you responded, voice slightly choked, but not from the hand on your neck.

"Good," she replied, "now take your pants off and get on your knees."

You rushed to obey, almost tripping as you stumbled out of your pants and underwear. She reached a hand out to steady you, before pulling it back, deciding that now wasn't the time to be nice. You kneeled down then, on the carpet at the foot of the bed, and looked up at her.

She looked beautiful. She always did, always took your breath away, but something about looking up at her when you were on your knees at her feet filled you with desire. Her blonde hair fell loose around her shoulder, and you desperately wanted to run your fingers through it. Her eyes looked dark in the dim light of your bedroom, and you felt yourself get even wetter. You were dripping, and she hadn't touched you. She grabbed the back of your head then, pulling your forward, and guiding you to take the strap into your mouth.

"Suck," she commanded, and you did. You ran your tongue across the tip, taking more and more of it into your mouth. It was big, bigger than anything you'd taken before. You hollowed out your cheeks, bobbing your head back and forth, raising your eyes to look up at Alexia. She must have liked that, because suddenly she was pulling the strap out of your mouth and bending down to kiss you.

It was a rough kiss, not needing any time to warm up. Her tongue was in your mouth instantly, pressing insistently against yours as her hands gripped the sides of your face. You moaned into the kiss, feeling yourself growing unsteady on your knees. You weren't going to move though, not when she'd put you there.

Alexia pulled back, grabbing the dildo and put it back into your mouth, thrusting in and out roughly. She'd never really done this before, fucked your face with the strap, and you could see her eyes searching yours for any sign of discomfort, even as she licked her lips at the sight of you, brows furrowed. You grabbed the back of her thighs, attempting to encourage her, even as you gagged against the strap, saliva running down your chin.

"Look at you, taking it so good. If only you'd been this good all night, hmm?" her words were slightly shaky, and you knew she wasn't as affected as she was pretending. She kept going for a few more minutes, only stopping when your eyes really began to water, and you started to sway, clearly losing feeling in your lower legs. She pulled you to your feet, supporting your weight, and pushed you back onto the bed, until you were laying with your legs hanging off the end. She remained standing at the foot of it though, and she nudged your knees apart, looking intently at your core.

"You're dripping, cariño. Is it for me? Or is it for her?" her voice was dripping with jealousy, and you knew then just how much your actions at the club had affected her.

"You, Ale, only for you," you gasped.

"I don't know if I believe you. You're going to have to prove it to me," she stated, and you nodded eagerly.

"Anything, Alexia, anything you want." She raised her eyebrows at you, a predatory grin spreading across her face.

"Anything I want?" She questioned, voice dangerously soft. You nodded in response. You thought she was going to touch you, finally, but instead she pulled away, walking across the room to sit on the couch. She reclined, relaxed, legs spread, fake dick sitting obscenely between her legs. You whined quietly, leaning up onto your elbows to look at her.

"I want to watch you fuck yourself." She said, and you frowned, entirely uninterested in that request. "Now," she said, her words leaving no room for debate. You sighed, scooting back up to rest against the headboard, spreading your legs. You brought one hand up to play with your nipple, allowing the other to drift over your stomach, slowly moving down to your center. You were incredibly turned on, and you let out a keening whine the minute your fingers brushed over your clit, unable to control yourself. You began circled the bundle of nerves, closing your eyes and falling into the movements. You got worked up fast, your hips moving in sync with your hand as you grinded against it.

"Can I put my fingers inside?" you asked, desperate for more stimulation.

"No." she responded, and your eyes snapped open to look at her. She was still sitting on the couch, except a large smile now adorned her face. "Come for me like this, and then you can use your fingers." You groaned, but began to move faster against yourself, fingers circling frantically as you neared the edge. You kept your movements going until your hand was aching and your hips were jerking up into your hand. You fell over the edge with a moan, eyes falling shut. It was not satisfying, no where near what you wanted, but you still pulled your hand away, not wanting to overstimulate yourself already.

You were planning on taking a minute to catch your breath, but Alexia spoke only seconds after you came.

"Inside now. Come again and then I'll touch you." You sighed again, wishing for her hands against you now, but did as she said, dragging your fingers through your folds, gathering the abundant wetness, before sliding two fingers into yourself. You didn't need to start with one, so wet you were already craving a third.

You moved your fingers in and out of yourself, curling them to brush against your spot just right. You were so wet, every movement of your hand made a sound. You continued to pump your fingers in and out, of yourself, bringing your other hand to rub at your clit, quickly approaching your orgasm again. You normally didn't come this fast, but the feeling of Alexia's eyes on you, knowing that once you finished, she'd touch you, was sending you hurtling towards the end.

You sped your fingers up, fucking them so hard your hand made a loud sound when it met your body, opening your eyes to make eye contact with Alexia. She was rubbing her thumb over one of her nipples, eyes focused on your core. They moved to meet yours as you came again, letting out a loud moan of her name. Again, it wasn't as satisfying as it could have been, and you just wanted Alexia to fuck you. You fell limp against the bed, closing your eyes briefly as you quickly returned to the present. You didn't notice your girlfriend standing from her seat and making her way over to you.

Again, Alexia didn't allow you much of a break, grabbing your ankles and pulling you to the edge of the bed roughly. You opened your eyes, looking up at her and she looked down at you, a hungry look in her eyes.

"Flip over." She said, her voice once again commanding. You did as she asked, rolling onto your stomach. She pulled your hips up so your ass was in the air, and without any warning, brought her hand to slap roughly against your ass. You gasped, jerking forward into the mattress. She smacked you again, and again, setting a rhythm. Her hand landed on you at least 15 times, and you were moaning without shame by the end of it. Alexia knew how much this turned you on, and she was apparently trying to get you as worked up as possible before she fucked you.

She stopped then, running her hands gently over the red skin. You were desperate, pushing your self back into her, overcome with need for her to touch you.

"What do you want, bonita?" she cooed, still not touching you where you wanted her.

"You, Ale, your mouth, your cock, anything, just please touch me" you begged, breathless.

Suddenly, her mouth was on you, hands spreading your cheeks apart, and her tongue was running through your folds, mouth lapping at the slick there. You whimpered into the mattress, pushing back against her face. She brought a hand around, pinching your clit between her fingers harshly, while moving her tongue in and out of your entrance. Her mouth moved fast in tandem with her hand, and you neared your 3rd orgasm quickly, letting out cries of her name as you got closer.

"Fuck. Gonna come, baby." You figured you should warn her, thinking she'd probably stop. She didn't, though, speeding up her movements even more, sending you over the edge for the 3rd time. Pleasure rolled over you in waves, but suddenly her mouth was gone, and she was pushing the strap into you slowly. You gasped, sucking in air, feeling the dick stretch you. Even after 3 orgasms it was still tight, and you appreciated that she was letting you get used to it.

Just as you'd had that thought, she bottomed out in you, and you tried to relax, getting used to the size, before she was pulling all the way out and thrusting back into you. Her hands moved your hips back against her, and you cried out at the feeling of being completely filled.

"That's it, hermosa, just take it. So good for me." You moaned at her words, and she took a hand away from your hips to land another smack on your ass. You rocked back against her, burying your face in the mattress as you gasped with each thrust. The filthy sound of her hips meeting yours filled the room, as did the wet sounds of the dildo pulling in and out. She kept fucking you, bring a foot up to rest on the bed, allowing her a deeper angle, and she sped up, frantically thrusting in and out of you.

"Come again. Now" She said through gritted teeth, and you knew she was feeling pleasure from the strap rubbing against her with every thrust. At her words, you fell over the edge again, not even aware that you'd really been close. Apparently, you came when she told you to now. She moaned when she realized this, her pace only slowing slightly. You whined, really and truly overstimulated at this point.

"Shhh, come on, amor, you can give me one more." she spoke gently, flipping you back onto your back without pulling out. She leaned over you, pressing her forehead to yours as she sped up again. You let out another whimper, not sure if you could take another orgasm. Your legs were shaking, wrapped around Alexia's back, and you felt all fuzzy. You felt yourself getting worked up again though, her words enough to get you going.

"I know, bebé," she murmured, "you can take it though, be a good girl and give me another one," she slowed down slightly despite her words, and you brought a hand around to grip at her ass, encouraging her to go faster as you nodded desperately against her. She sped up again, pressing a deep kiss to your lips, before pulling back. She lifted your legs up to rest on either shoulder, absolutely railing you. She'd never fucked you this hard before, and the sounds you let out were completely filthy.

"Shit. Fuck- ple-please don't stop, so close, so fucking close" you managed to gasp out. She brought her hand to rub at your clit again, fingers moving so fast it was almost painful. The pleasure was rising again inside of you, but it felt different this time, more intense. You knew what was coming before it happened, but ti still surprised you. Your hands gripped the sheets as you felt yourself come again, the force of it pushing the dildo out of you, liquid squirting out of you onto Alexia.

"Fuck bebé, so fucking good for me," Alexia said, continuing to rub her fingers over your clit, coaxing another splash of liquid out of you. You pushed her hand away, whole body shaking as you curled up on your side, face pressed into the mattress. You felt brainless, completely fuzzy. You weren't really sure if you were even conscious, body completely overwhelmed from all of the stimulation.

You felt Alexia's gentle hands on yours, pulling them away from your face. You wanted to open your eyes and look at her, but you were so exhausted, so out of it, that you kept them closed. You heard her speaking to you, but it didn't really sound like words. One of her hands stroked your cheek softly, and you forced yourself to open your eyes, recognizing a slightly panicked tone in her voice.

You focused on her, laying with her face only inches from yours. Her eyes were wide, and you realized she'd asked you a question.

"Hmm?" You managed to ask.

"Are you okay? Was that too much mi amor?" She sounded a little frantic, and you forced yourself to respond, and ease her worries.

"So good, Ale. God. I can barely think." She didn't look particularly reassured at your words.

"But are you okay?" Gone was dominant Alexia who had just literally fucked every thought out of your brain, replaced by concerned soft Alexia who looked like she'd do just about anything to make you feel okay.

"Si, I'm good, promise." You stated even as your eyes started to drift shut. She smiled in relief, moving forward to pull you against her chest. You relaxed against her, so sleepy, so comfortable, and she rubbed your back softly.

"Te quiero, mi bebé perfecto, te quiero mucho." She whispered the words into your hair, and you snuggled closer to her, barely mumbling a "te quiero, Ale" in response against her chest. She chuckled at your sleepy state, and you felt it more than heard it.

"Rest, mi niña, I'll clean you up in a bit, vale?" You nodded against her, immensely glad you'd followed Mapi's plan.

#woso imagine #woso x reader #woso #alexia putellas x reader #alexia putellas

[frankenkyle19]

Learning Your Lesson

Peter Maximoff x fem!reader word count: 5.1k

description/warnings: SMUT, handjob, oral (male and fem receiving), premature release, sub Peter Maximoff, dom reader, soft dom peter for like half a second, unprotected sex, begging, overstimulation, not proofread, probably many errors oh and also a nurse kink? Roleplay, idk Peter being Peter.

Peter was usually a well behaved (wrong) man. Didn’t get into lots of trouble (also wrong) and listened to authority (absolutely not)

All these things were incorrect. Peter was just about as polar opposite from these things as anyone could be. He was a mischievous man who got into lots of trouble and definitely did not listen to authority. 

And of course today was no different. The speedster had been getting on your nerves all day. He did everything he could to annoy you. Push you to your limits just because he could. You just rolled your eyes and tried your best to ignore him. Little did he know you very much had a plan to get back at him.

Peter seemed cocky and full of himself but it took one word or glance from you and he was a blubbering mess. When you first met him you figured he was confident in himself and his abilities to attract women, but you soon learned that was wrong. His faux confidence was still hot to you though. Knowing he at least tried his best.

You didn’t mind that he was sometimes shy or awkward. Didn’t mind that he was inexperienced or clumsy. He was yours and you loved him exactly for his dorky self.

He did like to test your limits though. Exactly as he was doing today, just poking fun at you and winding you up. He should have known better. If he would have taken five seconds to really consider it, he would have known it was a bad idea. That you’d get him back for it. You always did.

He’d bothered you in classes all day, tossing little paper balls at you and kicking your feet under the desk. He didn’t take his studies as seriously as you did, and it was obvious. He also had a hard time sitting still, his mind moving a million miles a minute, body buzzing with pent up energy. You’d almost feel bad if he wasn’t so insufferable at times.

He had a training session today with a few other x-men and left you to go up to your room and relax after your last class of the day. You made sure you didn’t have any work to do before you settled into your bed, letting out a sigh of relief. It was near silent in your room, the only sound was the faint hustle and bustle coming from somewhere downstairs and it was so peaceful that you almost dozed off. 

That’s when an idea came to your mind. Peter had been so annoying today. Absolutely insufferable and you’d had just about enough. Maybe it was time to put him in his place. Teach him a lesson. 

Sex with Peter was very versatile. A platter of different options laid out in front of you. Fast, Slow, Soft, Rough, Kinky, Vanilla. There were so many options and Peter was always down with any of them, his need for you never being satiated.

It had been quite a minute since you had teased Peter in bed. It proved to be difficult when his begging was so irresistible and you always gave in to him. Not today though. You were putting your foot down. He couldn’t keep getting away with his behavior and you needed to show him who he belonged to. And also… you really just wanted to fuck him.

You slipped off of your velvety covers and grabbed a box from under the bed, pulling out a plastic bag with clothing inside. You’d been hiding it from Peter for some time, too embarrassed to show him, worried what he might think. It was honestly surprising he hadn’t found it by now considering he was always snooping around. It

 was a skimpy little nurses outfit that you’d bought at some dingy sex shop at the edge of town. So classy, right? Psshh…

You and Peter hadn’t really ever roleplayed in bed before, but you wanted to try it at least once. The idea of acting as Peter’s nurse turned you on. You saw how he looked at the nurses whenever he got himself hurt and had to be patched up. How he glanced at their outfits with a longing behind his brown eyes. Of course he’d never act on this though. He was devoted completely to you.

Still, he couldn’t help how certain things made him feel. This little kink of his was something he wasn’t exactly eager to reveal, his past partners finding him odd or it ending up being a turnoff for them.

You slid the outfit out of the packaging and looked it over. It was actually decent quality and didn’t appear too cheesy. Thank goodness. 

It was a white one piece that barely covered your ass, along with stockings and a little hat. You swallowed hard as you held it up, examining it. Should you do this? 

Fuck it…

You slid off your shirt and bra, glancing over at the clock on your nightstand. Peter would be back soon, so you had to make this quick. 

You slipped off the rest of your clothes, foregoing panties as to tease him even further as you slipped on the outfit. It fit snugly on your figure and you would feel a little insecure if you didn’t already know that Peter absolutely loved your curves and every part of you.

You smoothed it out and put on the stockings as well, bending down as your ass peeked out from the bottom of the outfit. And of course this was the very second Peter opened the door to your room. The mutant always had impeccable timing…

“Hey babe I’m done training for the day what do you want to d- HOLY SHIT” 

You froze, eyes wide as you looked up at him, your heart nearly beating out of your chest, an embarrassed blush rising to your cheeks from being caught right in the middle of getting dressed.

You hadn’t even decided if you really wanted to do this, but now it seemed too late. Peter had already seen you. In fact, he was still looking at you, ogling you from the open door.

“Peter the door is wide open! Get your ass in here!” You shouted, startling him out of his shock as he sped the door closed, now in front of you. His forehead was covered in a sheen of sweat most likely from training and he was wearing his signature outfit, goggles resting on the top of his head. 

He blinked a few times, looking over your figure, mouth hanging open as he fought for words.

“So uh- what’s this?” He managed to get out, suddenly seeming a bit shy and nervous. And that’s when you realized that…. Holy shit. He did like this. This was turning him on. 

You tried to brush off your embarrassment, swallowing hard as you collected yourself.

“Got it a while ago. You like what you see?” You asked, doing a little twirl for him, your ass on near full display.

Peter’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. Holy shit. Holy shit his girlfriend was so fucking hot and he was standing there frozen, completely mesmerized.

“You’re smokin’ baby. Holy shit- this all for me?”

“What makes you think I did this for you? You were bad today Peter.” You said, voice taking on a fuller, more authoritative tone. 

Peter furrowed his brows a bit, obviously trying to think back on what he done today, having already forgotten. Curse him and his awful memory.

“No I wasn’t- I- I was just bored. I just wanted your attention.” He said pathetically, taking a step closer to you, never once taking his eyes off of you, entranced by your beauty.

Instead of responding, you thought of something better to do. This was as good a time as any to play out Peter's little fantasy and see how it went.

“Hello sir, so what brings you to the doctors today?” You asked, standing up straight as you gave him a friendly but suggestive smile. 

Peter looked at you with absolute confusion for a good ten seconds before he seemed to catch on to what you were doing. He opened his mouth to speak, stumbling over his words.

“I- Uhm I- just needed an assessment. A quick checkup.” He managed to spit out, cheeks flushed crimson, a drastic difference from the silver strands of hair that fell in front of his eyes. 

“Okay, that sounds good. Go ahead and hop up onto the bed and I’ll get started with a few routine questions.” You tried to keep your composure and stay in character, but a giggle made it’s way up your throat.

Miraculously, you managed to swallow it back down, clearing your throat as you approached the bed, Peter having now laid back onto it, looking up at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Okay- first question-“ you were pulling all of this out of your ass, but he hadn’t laughed at you yet, so you obviously were doing something right. Or at least not doing something horribly wrong.

“Any problems getting or staying hard?” This did make you giggle just a bit as you looked away to cover your mouth. He definitely didn’t have any problems with that. Especially when he was with you.

Peter let out a little chuckle too and it was times like this that you were grateful to have such a good relationship that you could laugh and joke around like this.

“Nope. All normal down there ya know?” He grinned cheekily, glancing down at his crotch before looking back up at you “but I still think you should take a look. Just to make sure.” His eyes had gotten progressively darker as the conversation went on and you realized just how into this he actually was. But, knowing Peter, he’d be into almost anything.

“I was planning on doing so. Just part of standard procedure.” You cleared your throat and stood over him, looking across his body “you seem to be in good health. If you wouldn’t mind, could you please slip off your clothes for me really quick so I can get a good look at everything? Make sure it’s all good.” 

Peter sped his clothes off and laid back on the bed, now dressed in only his boxers. While you were going about this in a joking manner, Peter seemed to be taking this very seriously. Or… Well, at least as serious as he could be.

You let your hands caress his chest, fingers running over his nipples which had him already suppressing a whine.

“Your body appears to be in perfect condition, let’s just take a peek and see what we’ve got here.”

Your hands went to the waistband of his boxers and Peter’s breath caught in his throat.

You pulled them down as torturously slow as possible until they were down far enough for his already hard cock to pop out.

Peter groaned quietly, closing his eyes as he leaned his head back against the pillows, his hips jutting up off the bed. His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat as he swallowed, hard. 

“Please doc, think I’ve got a problem that I need you to fix.”

You stifled a giggle, wanting to correct him and tell him you were a nurse, not a doctor, but instead you nodded along to his words.

“You poor thing. Don’t worry, I’m here to help you.” You smiled softly and carefully wrapped your hand around his warm, velvety cock.

Peter cried out quietly, taking his bottom lip between his teeth as he groaned. 

You tighten your grip, sliding your fingers across the tip of his cock, collecting the sticky liquid gathered there to help you jerk him off easier.

You let your thumb rest over the slit and gently rubbed the pad of your thumb against it.

Peter whimpered pathetically and tried to squirm away from the touch to the most sensitive part of his cock.

“Mngghhh please- too much! Please- fuck please be gentle baby, can only take so much.” He begged, eyes wide as he watched you, chest rising and falling. It may have been too much but he made no move to stop you. 

You let your thumb fall away as you continued to stroke over his length, enjoying the noises that slipped past his perfectly parted lips.

Peter’s hips moved of their own accord, thrusting up in time with your movements, setting a slow but comfortable pace.

You loved how he just melted. Completely submitted himself to you. Your roleplay soon just turned into your’s and Peter’s normal foreplay and such. 

Peter bucked his hips up into your touch and he bit his bottom lip between his teeth, his hair a mess and sticking to his forehead as he panted.

You leaned down as seductively as you could and pressed a feather light kiss to the tip of his cock. 

Peter propped himself up on his elbows to better see your actions, his cock twitching in anticipation for your soft, warm mouth.

You held the base of his cock steady with your hand as your tongue licked over him a few times, teasing him as much as you could, wanting to see just how desperate he could become.

Peter felt like he was going to die. Like actually perish. You were giving him so much but so little at the same time and he was overwhelmed and underwhelmed at the same time. Hell, he didn’t know how he felt! He just knew he wanted more. God please moreeee.

You let your lips rest on the head of his cock, watching with a smirk as he tried so hard to stay still and be good for you. Eventually your lips ever so slowly rolled down his length, coating him in a layer of your spit, getting him nice and slick.

Peter wasn’t really one to finish super fast. He had relatively decent stamina, but today was something else. He was so pent up that he barely managed to get an alarmed moan out before he was cumming, coating your mouth in his thick, white cum. A lot. Like a lot. 

You coughed in surprise, eyes widening as you worked to swallow it all, but inevitably you pulled off of him and spit into the small trash can by the end of the bed. 

It wasn’t that he tasted bad. It was just so much and it was so thick that there was no way you would be able to swallow it all without choking. That’d be an embarrassing way to die. Death by cum.

Peter’s cheeks were flushed red in embarrassment as he avoided your eyes, too embarrassed to even glance in your direction. How embarrassing. 

“You poor thing…” You chuckled, shaking your head as you looked him over. His breathing was beginning to go back to normal but the deep pink blush was spreading from his cheeks throughout his whole body, even his chest was red and it made you laugh a little once more.

“Feel that good? I mean I know you’re quicksilver but damn that was really fast. Even for you.” You teased, which caused a frustrated huff to leave the man’s lips as he shook his head.

Not completely done with him yet, you leaned down and placed your lips right next to his ear, whispering words that almost had him instantly hard again.

“I didn’t say you could cum. You’ve been a bad boy and I think you deserve to be punished” 

You weren’t a huge fan of punishing Peter, but he seemed to love it for some odd reason, which in turn made you enjoy it as well.

“I’m sorry baby- I just couldn’t help it- felt too good-“ he tried to reason with you as he writhed around on the sheets. Poor desperate boy. So needy for you.

“I know you were Peter, but that’s not an excuse. You’ve been getting on my nerves all day. All day long Peter. Why can’t you just be good?” 

He whined softly and pouted his bottom lip dramatically, his goofiness still shining through despite the situation. It never really went away, did it?

“I am good. Just not right now. But overall I am good so like- my good outweighs my bad so I shouldn’t be getting punished right now realistically if you just think about it-“

You shut him up with a bruising kiss, your lips smashed together as you straddled him, already feeling his cock against your thigh. That was one thing about his powers that was useful in the bedroom. He grew hard once more much faster than other men. 

“Well Peter if you want to make it up to me maybe you should show me how sorry you are.” You grinned, tugging your already tiny outfit up your body to fully show off your lower half.

“How do you want me to do tha- Oh” Peter was practically drooling as he got the memo of what you meant. In an instant you were flipped onto your back with Peter scooting between your legs, his breath fanning against your dripping cunt.

“Peterrrrr-“ you whined quietly, not wanting him to tease you. He’d done enough to you today. 

“Aww what baby? Look at you, so cute like this all spread out for me” Peter said with a smirk.

He was always like this. Trying to take control of the situation. For now you’d let him, but when you were ready, it only took a look or a subtle touch to gain back the control.

You gasped as you felt Peter’s teeth nip at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, taking it between his teeth before licking over the bite mark he’d made. You’d think he was an animal or something with the way he was always biting you in one way or another. He always told you it was his special way of showing his affection towards you.

You laid under him a bit impatiently as he took his sweet old time. You hated that he could be as slow as he wanted when it came to your pleasure but always wanted things fast fast fast when it came to his own.

Finally, he leaned closer to your cunt, breath hot and almost ticklish as his dark eyes darted back up to yours, unblinking as he let his tongue lick a stripe up your core.

You shivered, a moan already falling from your mouth. His tongue was always so hot and so soft. It was heaven. 

He hummed at your reaction, letting his tongue dip a bit further into your folds this time, collecting the arousal that awaited him.

He had a very specific way of eating you out. He’d start with slow, teasing licks and kisses, leaving you on edge before he began to absolutely devour you, making it as messy as he possibly could. 

He let his fingers come up to spread you apart, revealing your perfect little bud to him. He leaned closer and pressed a gentle kiss to it, causing you to shiver.

He seemed to sense your impatience, and considering he was supposed to be making up for his bad behavior, decided he’d teased you enough.

He began to eat you out like there was no tomorrow, the sound of his wet lips connecting with your pussy filling the room. Thankfully the walls were pretty thick so hopefully no one would hear what was taking place.

Then, Peter did the one thing that drove you absolutely insane. He began to vibrate his tongue against your core, causing a spike of pleasure to shoot through your body, making all of your limbs feel like jelly.

Peter had a very strict rule that you weren’t allowed to have any vibrators. Well, it wasn’t really a strict rule, because he didn’t make rules for you to follow, but it was more unspoken if anything. Why did you need a vibrator when you had him? A literal human vibrator.

“F-fuck P-Peterrrr” you moaned, hands coming down and tugging at his strands of silver hair. You groaned in frustration as his goggles got in the way a bit and you just snatched them off his head and tossed them onto the floor before your hands came back to grip onto his hair.

Peter was thoroughly enjoying himself, letting his tongue vibrate against your clit for several moments before he delved back into your folds, his nose bumping your clit whenever his tongue wasn’t. He was sloppy and making an absolute mess, but that’s what he seemed to like and you couldn’t complain when he was making you feel as good as he was. You’d just deal with the mess later.

“I’m close-“ you choked out, tugging harder on his hair which made him wince a bit, but he didn’t make any move to stop you. 

You were wary in letting him know if you were close, waiting until the last second to tell him so hopefully he wouldn’t stop to try and tease you. You couldn’t take that right now.

And lucky for you, Peter seemed to sense that as he kept at it until he felt your release gush onto his tongue. He did his best to help clean you up while you caught your breath, leaning over you as he wiped his chin on the blankets before peeking up at you.

“Am I forgiven yet?” He asked with a cheeky grin. What a little devil.

You shook your head and leaned up to press a kiss to his lips, smiling against them 

“Not yet. I have a few more things in mind.”

Peter raised a brow in curiosity, watching you to see what you could possibly have in mind.

You sensed his confusion from the quizzical look on his face so you decided to ease his confusion as well as his curiosity.

“I want you to fuck me, and you can cum whenever you want, but I also get to fuck you for as long as I want.” You said, grabbing the hem of the costume you wore and tossing it away, now completely bare in front of him.

Surely this couldn’t be too bad… I mean, it didn’t sound bad to Peter. It actually sounded really nice. He’d soon learn that while it was nice, it was also tortuous in a way. When he was begging for you to stop. To give him a break. When his cock ached with over sensitivity, pins and needles covering his body as he shook with the overwhelming amount of pleasure that bordered on pain.

He nodded shyly and crawled back on top of you, kissing at your shoulder before nipping the skin between his teeth, causing you to cry out.

“Peter!” You scolded, slapping his shoulder gently.

He removed his teeth from your shoulder and pouted a bit “whatttt I love you. It’s how I show my loveee” He frowned, shaking his head as if you had stopped him from doing his favorite thing in the world. In his mind, you kind of had.

“Just be gentle. I know you get excited but you can’t bite me like an animal.” You chuckled a bit, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a kiss 

“Now fuck me, Peter.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. With a shaky hand he positioned himself at your entrance, easily slipping in from your previous release.

A pleasured groan slipped from his lips as he let the both of you adjust for a moment.

His eyes were closed and his hair fell into his face a bit. He looked perfect like this. Your perfect boy. Always so sweet and despite how annoying he could also be, you wouldn’t have it any other way.

He didn’t want to embarrass himself by saying or showing that he already felt close, usually not this worked up, but you seemed to really be having an effect on him on this day. 

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, his pelvis hitting your clit perfectly with each thrust forward into your tight heat.

This was heaven. You could die happy right now with Peter buried deep inside you. 

Oh and another thing about Peter? Sometimes when he got excited or overwhelmed he couldn’t quite control his powers. It’d been something he’d always dealt with.

But this wasn’t a bad thing at all. In fact it was really fucking enjoyable in times like these.

Your mouth fell open as you felt a slight buzz, glancing up at Peter. The outline of his body was slightly blurred. He was buzzing. His body moved so fast from the pleasure that he couldn’t really stop it. He was also vibrating inside of you, his cock snug inside your warm walls vibrated ever so slightly, which added another element of pleasure. 

“Faster Peter. Please.” You begged, and Peter once more didn’t need you to repeat, hips slapping against yours as he pounded you into the bed harder and faster than before. 

You’d surely be sore and bruised in the morning, but it was well worth it for how good he was making you feel. Sex with Peter was always out of this world amazing and you weren’t sure if it was his mutant abilities or if it was just him. 

You pulled Peter down for another searing kiss, letting your tongue slip inside his mouth, exploring as far as you could as Peter just moaned against you, going lax as he let you do as you pleased with him.

You gently sucked at his bottom lip before nipping it between your teeth, reveling in the way he whined.

“I’m- close-“ he spoke again, already feeling another release building up inside him. You had said he could cum whenever he wanted, but he also knew the catch. That you would use him for as long as you wanted. He didn’t really see a problem with that.

“My sweet boy, come on, let go. It’s okay.” You cooed, your words causing Peter to hum in pleasure as he nodded, his thrusts becoming uneven and sloppy as he ruthlessly pounded your cunt.

You winced a bit as he sped up to near inhuman speed but you clung to his shoulders as you let him continue, knowing he was close.

He came with a quiet cry, stilling his hips as he came inside you. His body stopped buzzing and he didn’t seem as blurred anymore. 

Panting, he pulled himself out of you and laid next to you on the bed, chest rising and falling heavily as he peeked over at you.

Without warning you straddled his waist, plunging his cock back inside you. He knew you weren’t done with him but geez… he figured you’d at least give him a second to calm down-

He yelped in surprise and looked up at you with wide eyes, his cock twitching weakly. He was sensitive and it was bordering on pain as he watched your rise and fall on his length which was somehow miraculously still hard.

“O-ooookay then-“ he breathed out, propping himself up on his elbows as he bit his bottom lip, trying to adjust to the pressure to his sensitive cock. 

“Oh baby that so- that’s a lot-“ he mumbled, shaking his head as he tried to grab at your hips and get you to stop. Or at least slow down.

How ironic. The man faster than the speed of light was wanting you to go slow. 

You ignored his plea and continued at the pace you wanted, watching as he writhed under you.

“Mmmm baby I’m- Ah! Sensitive!” He laughed softly as he tried to get you to stop, the sensation too much.

You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his sweaty forehead, brushing his silver hair out of his face so he could better see you.

“Make me finish and maybe I’ll think about giving you a break.” You whispered, Peter’s eyes wide. He did love a challenge after all.

He bucked his hips up against yours, nearly sending you flying off his lap with a surprised yelp leaving your parted lips.

With each thrust of his cock he hit your g spot every single time. He was an expert at this, having spent time memorizing your body. He knew it just as well, if not better than his own.

You gripped onto his shoulders and dug your nails in ever so slightly, leaving little crescent moon shaped divots in his pale skin.

Peter moaned out, a mix of pleasure and pain consuming him. He focused on your pleasure and trying to get you to your release, hips snapping up against yours with a filthy sound, wet skin slapping against wet skin.

You felt your core tightening as that all too familiar tingling began. A sign you were close. You clung harder to Peter, rolling your hips against his as you gasped, body bouncing on top of his.

Peter could watch you like this all day. Watching as you took your pleasure from him. From what he was able to do for you. It made the pain and sensitivity all worth it. Seeing you experience such pleasure was one of his favorite things in the world. Twinkies being another.

You dug your nails deeper into his soft skin as you fell over the edge, your walls squeezing his cock in a death grip as you stilled on top of him, body shaking from the pleasure.

The added pressure around his cock caused Peter to cry out. He came a third and hopefully for him final time with a pathetic groan slipping from his lips as he half heartedly bucked up into your heat that was milking him for all he had. 

Peter felt all fuzzy and lightheaded as he carefully tried to pick you up and remove you from his throbbing cock. He groaned quietly as his release spilled out from you as he moved you off of his dick.

He laid you down on the bed and snuggled up next to you, the only sound in the room was the heavy breathing that slowly began to subside.

“Peter, we’re a mess. We need to get cleaned up-“ you groaned, but Peter's arms just wrapped tighter around you as he huffed in annoyance.

“We can clean up in a little bit. Let me just hold you.” You wanted to argue. The sticky mess between your legs growing a bit uncomfortable.

“Peter, you have to let me up. I need to pee. Do you want me to get an infection?” 

This seemed to finally get through to him as he reluctantly lessened his grip on you just enough for you to wriggle away from him and out of bed.

You glanced at him, all sprawled out, still buck ass naked as he looked up at you with the most annoying, shit eating grin ever.

“Oh shut up, don’t look at me like that. Get yourself cleaned up you weirdo.”

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[versadies]

would’ve could’ve should’ve (alhaitham x gn!reader)

SALUTATIONS. would’ve could’ve should’ve

ADDRESSED. alhaitham (w/ gn!reader)

STAMPS. in which you break up with alhaitham and he sees you again one year later.

CONTENT. angst/no-comfort, ooc!alhaitham (?), break-up, grammar errors, it’s mentioned that alhaitham has past lovers (which are not canon)

POST-SCRIPT. expect more angst fics coming soon while waiting for evermore <33 !!

LINKS. masterlist \ taglist

Alhaitham is a rational man.

It’s what helps him focus on important things that benefit him. It’s what helps him know what’s necessary or not. It’s what helps him seek truths and knowledge. It’s what helps him choose decisions without his emotions getting in the way. It’s what makes him not an emotional man.

That’s why it’s easy for him to oblige and agree when you ask for a break up. To him, relationships are just partnerships that bring beneficial things. He expected this relationship to end just like his other ones, so he wasn’t too surprised with your request.

Alhaitham could only watch you pack your things and leave the place as he bids you goodbye and wishes you well. That’s the last time he ever saw you.

He thought you’re like everyone else who got to be in a relationship with him — and for your information, he makes sure to treat them all well — you enjoy your time with him, and then break up with him.

However, unlike the relationships he had, his relationship with you is… different.

Unlike with his other relationships, his relationship with you was the longest one — to the point where you even moved in with him in his home and spent time together working in his office.

When you left, his home was a bit… emptier and quiet. He tells himself that it’s just because he got used to your presence around this place. It’s not like he misses the sounds of you humming to a song while working in his office.

It’s not like he misses seeing you in the kitchen looking through the refrigerator. It’s not like he misses seeing you in the living room reading a book, nor does he miss seeing you in the bedroom waiting for him, reading yet another novel that sparks your interest.

It’s not like he misses you dragging him outside to take him to restaurants or shops, nor does he miss you hugging him from behind and watching him work.

Besides that, his office feels strangely suffocating. He always finds himself glancing at a certain spot, only to find nothing there. He couldn’t stand staying in his office for too long, and he doesn’t know why.

He doesn’t miss anything from your relationship. Not at all.

Even when he always expects to hear the sounds of you rushing towards him for a hug when he comes home, even when he expects to see you in the bedroom, and even when he’s always reminded of you whenever he goes out, remembering the times when you took him out.

He doesn’t know why you’re different from his other exes, but he regretted it when he found out.

It took him exactly 1 year, 2 months and 1 day, when he finally saw you again after the break-up.

You look different, but in a good way. You look happier than before, and you seem pleasantly surprised to bump into him.

“Hello, Alhaitham.” You spoke to him softly with a smile. A smile which made his heart feel things.

“Hello as well, ( Name ).” He replied, his shoulders relaxing. “How are you?”

You look a bit surprised from his question, only for your eyes to soften. “I’ve been doing well. How about you? How are things going for you as the Acting Grand Sage?”

“I’ve been doing well, but it’s quite a hassle to be in such a position.” He says with a huff.

He hears you laughing lightly from his comment, which causes his lips to twitch a little from the sound. “I see you’re still you as always.. I’m glad.” You said.

Alhaitham couldn’t help but feel as if he wanted to say more things to you. He wants to tell you how his home feels emptier since you left, how things aren’t the same as it used to be before he met you, and how much he misses y—

He stops himself before he could admit it.

“I have to go now. It was nice seeing you, Alhaitham.” You said with a smile. “Take care of yourself, alright?”

“...Take care, ( Name ). It was nice seeing you as well.”

And with that, he watches you walk away. Conflict runs through his thoughts, unsure whether or not he should stop you and admit it.

.

.

.

“…( Name ), wait.”

You immediately stop your tracks and look back at Alhaitham in confusion. “Yes?”

Alhaitham hesitates for a moment, still unsure what to say. I love you. I miss you. I was a fool for letting you go.

With so many things he wanted to say to you, he couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“…I’m sorry for what I did last year.” was all he could say. He realized it’s better to let you go, so that you could be with someone else who could make you happier than he can.

You’re surprised by his words, thinking of what to say next.

“..It’s all in the past. There’s nothing for you to apologize for since you didn’t do anything wrong.” You said with an assuring smile. “I.. I’m sorry too. I hope you find someone who makes you happy.”

You then turn around. “See you next time, Alhaitham.”

And then you’re gone.

Alhaitham kept his mouth shut. Although his face remains as stoic as it can be, his feelings weren’t. 

Because all in all, he did find someone who makes him happy.

It’s you. 

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[icallhimjoey]

Explain Us

♥ ♥  Joseph Quinn x Fem!Reader

Summary: So, more than flatmates... but, what exactly? Would be fantastic if you would just, you know, talk about it. But communicating is not your strong suit and you're extremely certain that it's fine. Confusing and vague, but, fine.

CW / disclaimer: rpf, fem!reader, a continuation of define close, no need to read it to enjoy this, though it will help! 18+ smut! (just a little! but it's a start!)

Author’s note: "am i gonna have to buy into the concept of sleeping next to him but just kissing?" no :) of course not :))))

Wordcount: 3.2K

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five

Big mistake. Massive error. Huge miscalculation.

Shouldn’t have done that.

Why did you do that?

All the things you wouldn’t even let your own inner monologue sound out were now just... out there. Vocalised into the ether. Swirling around in the air of the flat. The very one where Joe lived too, and maybe they’d end up finding their way into Joe’s ears eventually – not how it worked, you were very aware, but, a new fear had been awakened anyway.

Fuck.

You shouldn’t have told her.

And it was Joe’s fault too!

Not really. But, sort of. You were blaming him for all of it, anyway. If he hadn’t decided that your friend being out of the room for just a second was enough time to let hands wander, she would never have seen. Would never have given you that look. Would never have asked you the question you knew she was keeping inside of her mouth until Joe’d left.

“So... what’s going on with you and Joe?”

Breathe, you stupid bitch. Remain calm.

“Nothing.”

It was silly how fast you cracked. An eye-roll and a pointed look later had you bashfully confess that, yea all right, there was something going on with you and Joe. You just didn’t really know if you could explain it properly.

“The way you quickly stepped away from him when I walked back in, I fucking knew something was up. Try me.”

“No, but it’s really complicated...”

“I said, try me.”

And well. Turns out, in a huge what-the-fuck moment, it wasn’t at all that complicated actually. You told her that you and Joe got cosy and watched films a lot. Cuddled up and fell asleep on each other on the daily. Slept in the same bed a lot. All the time, now, actually, because it was just nicer than sleeping alone. But you weren’t like, together or anything.

You rambled.

And your friend watched you in silence.

And, yea sure, sometimes you kissed, but it was like, you know, how friends kiss each other sometimes. Quick pecks. Like stage kisses. Joe was an actor. It didn’t really mean anything.

“You... you kiss like friends kiss?”

“Yea,” you shrugged, picked a little bit of food of a forgotten dinner plate to appear more casual about all of it. To really sell that it wasn’t a big deal to you.

“Or like, how you’d kiss a parent, you know?”

Your friend watched you a second, and then challengingly went, “All right. Kiss me like you’d kiss Joe.” before leaning over a little in her seat, ready for a smooch.

And then you paused, and you shouldn’t have. The pause gave everything away. It made your friend burst out laughing instantly.

“You don’t kiss like friends do!” she accused, but you were already wiping your hands and reaching for her face. You could plant one smacker right on her lips to convince her of your innocence if you had to. Sure. Why not.

“No, come here, I’ll show you.”

“Ew fuck off,” she laughed. “Next you’ll finger me on the sofa.”

And–

Um.

What?

Your friend was about to go for a sip of her drink when she saw your face, and then lowered her glass as her eyes grew to twice their size.

“Oh no, you’ve let him finger you on the sofa?”

You had.

You fucking had.

But you weren’t going to fucking tell her.

You felt heat flush your face, and shut the fuck up, you could not blush in front of her. She'd know! Your panic made her exclaim your name loudly, like she couldn’t believe what the fuck this well of information she’d just fallen into even was. But there was a wild joy there too. Like she was loving this obvious mess of a weird relationship you had with your flatmate, and was so excited to be discovering all of these crazy secrets.

You didn’t blame her.

“No,” you started, trying to be as convincing as you could. “I’ve not let him fi–” her laugh interrupted you, and you didn’t like how contagious it was. You tried again, trying to speak over your own and her laughter, “He has not fingered me on the sofa.”

He had.

“Oh?”

“... what?”

“Not on the sofa? But, elsewhere, he has?”

That too.

“Stop it!” you exclaimed, getting up to clear the table. “Of course he hasn’t, we’re flatmates for fuck’s sake!”

A pair of eyes narrowed at you in suspicion.

“You sure?”

“Oh, my God. Imagine if I wasn’t?” You laughed, and she laughed with you. It deflated the tension you felt in your gut from lying by just enough to keep the nervous sweat from your brow.

You diverted the attention to different things quite quickly, and your friend soon dropped the whole ordeal, what with it being obvious that it was clearly making you uncomfortable. Your adamant denying was no fun to listen to anyway.

But something nagged at you.

Why had she immediately assumed there was more to you and Joe and then... didn’t seem all that fussed?

Well, she did seem fussed. But she also didn’t.

She hadn’t even asked if you liked him. If you were into Joe like that. Like it wasn’t really a huge deal.

Which, yea, she was right, because it wasn’t. You’d been telling yourself it wasn’t. Spent a lot of time convincing yourself that it wasn’t.

But how come it took her only two seconds to agree with you before she swiftly carried on talking about her own problems?

It bothered you more than you let on, and it kind of simmered on in the back of you mind for the rest of the evening. Kept you staring into space and not really listening to whatever she was telling you. Had you almost consider confessing that, actually, you lied and Joe had fingered you on the sofa. Big whoops. And right where she was sitting, too.

It kind of gradually happened a couple weeks ago and you hadn’t talked about it afterwards.

Of course you hadn’t.

You never talked.

But you should have.

Not that you’d know what to say.

What would you even say?

Thank you?

You’d done that once, and Joe had been all weird after.

You didn’t talk going into anything, and you didn’t talk after. And it had all been fine up until... well, now, probably.

No.

Actually... it was still fine.

Right?

You were just flatmates who did things sometimes. No judgement. Just in the moment enjoyment and comfortability. A natural fluidity that had just grown between the two of you over time.

You tried to shake it off as you got ready for bed in Joe’s bedroom on your own. Joe was still out. Would be for a little while too. Night shoot, or a party, something. Whatever. You’d not paid attention because your heart had been in your throat as he explained where he was going. Your friend had just seen the two of you jump apart in the kitchen when she walked back in, and so focusing on whatever information Joe was giving you was a little too big of an ask.

But then you couldn’t shake it off.

Because even though Joe had made the comment that his bed had started smelling of you now, Joe’s bed still smelled of Joe to you, and now every single thing that had lingered in the back of your mind got hurled right into the forefront.

That day.

That first time.

You’d been in such an awful mood that day. Ended up having to work late to rectify mistakes others had made, and then, when you finally got home, were met by a full sink of dishes in the kitchen, dirty plates and glasses on the counter right next to it. There was evidence of Joe having started trying to tidy it all up, but then clearly, he hadn’t finished the job.

When you opened the dishwasher you knew why.

It was full of clean but still wet dishes that he hadn’t wanted to towel dry before putting it all away.

Great.

Sometimes having a flatmate was great.

Other times, it was really fucking annoying.

“Joe?” you called, using a dirty fork to check if any of the dishes inside of the sink were yours.

“Yea?”

He was reading something aloud in his bedroom when you’d walked in, and you knew you were interrupting him as he did his job. But, fuck it. None of these dishes were yours.

“Would you mind not being the worst flatmate tonight?”

Harsh. But Joe jogged in and knew exactly what you meant, “Yea, sure, in a second. Look what I got!”

In a second.

Ugh.

Joe walked over to the TV and then stepped aside to reveal a small plant.

You gave it a dry stare before sarcastically commenting, “Wonderful.” and turning around to begrudgingly start on the dishes yourself.

“What? You were saying how this area needed some greenery, did you not?” Joe touched one of the green leafs proudly. He really thought he picked a good one.

“Yea,” you scoffed. “But I meant like, a big palm for in the corner, or one of those, I don’t know, huge monstera ones, with the big leafs, that can grow up to the ceiling.” You complained. Loved complaining for a second. Really enjoyed swimming in negativity as you fished all dirty dishes from the sink and placed them with the plates and glasses on the side.

“Yea, I guess that would be more impressive than this,” Joe said softly, still looking at the little asplenium. He’d picked the pot himself too, and the lady said that the small plant was called crispy wave and wasn’t that just exactly the right description for it too? “But we could do both. We could still get a larger one for next to it. And then it’ll have a buddy.”

You barely heard Joe over the clattering of cutlery in the sink.

“Hey, I said I’d do that in a second,” Joe finally zoned back in after a particular loud clang and made his way over.

“Yea but I didn’t ask you to not be the worst flatmate tonight in a second, though, did I? Have to do everything in this fucking place.”

You didn’t. You knew that. But it was negativity hours and Joe was just going to have to understand you didn’t mean half the shit you were going to be moaning about.

You pushed dishes aside on the counter to make room for a handful of forks and knives whilst Joe got his hands on your shoulders, doing his best to carefully move you aside.

“Let me–”

“No, you’ll just–”

The loud smash of a glass to tile interrupted you. Slipped right off the edge of the counter. It was one of Joe’s nicer ones. One that looked like a vintage tumbler – it wasn’t actually vintage – that he kept out on display on one of the shelves.

The both of you just stared at it for a second, and then you decided that you couldn’t actually deal with any of the mess. The dirty dishes. Joe’s stupid small plant. The broken glass. Shards all over the kitchen floor.

So you just, left.

Turned around and walked right into the hallway.

Left Joe alone to deal with the ramifications of which you would argue were his own doing.

Shouldn’t have left all this mess.

Shouldn’t have all of his friends over for lunch just because he could.

Shouldn’t have used his nice tumblers.

And people at work shouldn’t be such fucking idiots.

The universe was awful and everyone could die.

There.

But then, before you’d even walked into your bedroom, you’d already decided it was actually all your fault, and Joe’d done nothing wrong, and you were going to get him a new tumbler.

You took a minute to breathe. To sit within your feelings. Wiped a stupid tear from your eye before it could fall down. Changed into something more comfortable and raked a brush through your hair in an attempt to detangle the day out of it.

When you walked back into the living area, Joe was stood hunched beside the counter, probably inspecting the floor for bits of forgotten glass, which was... just perfect.

You walked over in silence and then simply just, climbed on board. Slung your arms around his neck and let your full bodyweight sink onto his back as you pulled your knees up and around his sides.

“Hey, wha–”

Joe nearly lost his balance and shot one hand out to a cabinet to keep himself steady whilst the other one grabbed onto one of your arms.

“What’s going on? Everything okay?”

Your chest tightened at how worried and sincere he sounded.

Joe stood up straight, and got both his arms around your legs to keep you in place on his back.

“I’ll replace it.” you murmured.

“The glass?”

Joe felt you nod against the side of his head as you cheek pressed against one of his ears.

“Ah, s’just a glass, don’t worry about it.”

“And your plant’s cute.”

It was as close to an apology as he was going to get from you. Joe felt you sigh against him and he turned his head in an attempt to look at you.

“Have you eaten?” he asked softly.

You had. Stupid tesco’s meal deal at your desk. You understood why he asked though.

“Mhmm.” you confirmed.

“Good. You ready for dessert?”

Joe let you hold onto him, but it quickly became impossible to stay in your piggyback position. You nearly choked him as you attempted to stay on, but you slid off when he started emptying the dishwasher.

You both laughed, and then you snorted, and then you both laughed at how you’d snorted.

Joe’d gotten little pots of chocolate mousse, the cheap stuff that your mother used to pretend was a special dessert for special occasions only which you believed until you were a teenager. Felt silly now, but they still felt a little special. You had yours sat at the island whilst you watched Joe clean the kitchen.

Got to stare at how his muscles moved underneath his white T-shirt.

How his hands moved as he grabbed onto things.

His fingers.

When Joe closed the loaded dishwasher and turned around, he was met with his flatmate’s half-lidded eyes. His flatmate who had her head propped up in a hand, who had her spoon hanging from her mouth.

Joe theatrically spread his arms out and gave a little bow.

“There. All tidy. Not the worst flatmate tonight.”

He truly wasn’t.

Even if he’d left the mess for what it was.

Joe didn’t even need to suggest spending the rest of the night on the sofa together. It’s where you naturally migrated to as you had your last spoonful of dessert and he wiped down the counters to really finish off the job.

You’d sat down first, and when Joe let himself fall into the cushions beside you, he leant into you a little and stuck his chin out. When you just looked at him a second, he tapped his cheek with a finger, asking for a little thank you kiss. It instantly made you grin.

It was stupid how large the shift in your mood was from when you’d walked in earlier.

But look at him!

All... cheeky and cute.

It was kind of impossible not to cheer up just by being around him.

And cheeky was right, because when you easily gave in and went to press a kiss to his cheek, Joe turned his head at the last moment and got you right on the lips.

You gasped, said his little plant wasn’t that nice, which made him laugh loudly, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut.

Making Joe laugh like that was different. Made you feel all giddy and secretly proud as you got comfortable in your little spot on the sofa.

“All right, I’ll move it to where you won’t have to look at it all the time.” Joe joked. You frowned, asked, “Where?” because the flat wasn’t that big. You’d see it all the time no matter where it would be.

“I don’t know,” Joe said, moving a throw pillow and stuffing it behind his back. “Your bedroom, maybe.”

Oh.

Yea, all right.

“Fuck off.”

You gave Joe a deadpan stare as he giggled, far too happy with his own little joke.

Even though lighthearted and sort of adorable, that got a little too close to acknowledging what you were doing.

You didn’t talk.

Well, you talked, but never about it. And you liked it that way.

Once you and Joe got close, you kind of didn’t want to stay away anymore. Speaking thoughts, and feelings, and rational musings into the air might make you decide on silly shit like, maybe you shouldn’t anymore.

Maybe you shouldn’t have Joe squeeze a hand in between your legs just above your knees for comfort.

Maybe you shouldn’t get cosy and rub your cupid’s bow against his bicep as Joe flicked through channels.

Maybe you shouldn’t so readily accept kisses pressed into your hair, and maybe you shouldn’t hum to them either. Close your eyes to them. Tip your head back to look Joe in the eye and kiss him on the mouth after.

Maybe you shouldn’t let Joe snake an arm across your waist and tuck his fingers into the elastic waist band of your joggers as you lazily make out on the sofa for a bit.

What you definitely shouldn’t have done, was nudge closer and open your legs a little as you felt Joe’s fingers press into the skin just above your underwear.

Shouldn’t have nodded when Joe rested his forehead against yours for a second and whispered a breathy, “Yea?”

Shouldn’t have gasped as Joe touched you over your underwear first.

Absolutely shouldn’t have moaned as Joe moved fabric aside.

Shouldn’t have whispered his name when you noticed how he was biting back his own groans.

Shouldn’t have redirected his thumb when it wasn’t really in the right spot, and then really shouldn’t have shuddered when it found exactly the right spot.

But it had happened.

And then you didn’t talk after.

Should have.

Didn’t.

And then it happened a bunch more.

Shouldn’t have.

But did.

And now your friend sort of knew, and why the fuck had she not reacted in the way that you thought she would react? Was this not a huge deal?!

You laid in Joe’s bed, in one of Joe’s T-shirts, surrounded by Joe’s things, and, no. It was all too much. And he wasn’t even there.

For the first time in weeks you decided to leave Joe’s bed for what it was and go across the hall to find your own to sleep in.

It felt a little like getting into a hotel bed. Not quite like your own, but comfortable none the less.

The last thing you saw before you switched off the lights was that stupid little plant that Joe had put on your dresser.

Big mistake.

Shouldn’t have done that.

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[emilsendo]

Sub! Bottom Mikey x Dom! Bottom Draken x Top!Male reader

Warnings: Punishment, humiliation, stimulation, riding, toys(like cockring and handcuffs), etc.

Type: Smut

Request: ✅️

Author Note: Hiya! I finally manage to finish that oneshot and I started to write part two in preferences with Tall S/O 👀💪🏼✨️ Thank you SO MUCH for support on that app and for that all sweet comments ❤️ (As always, sorry for any errors in my English)

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Mikey and Draken would always argue about anything, and then later that day or even after a few hours of arguing, they would forget WHAT exactly they had argued about.

But what if the "thing" they are arguing about.....is you?

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These blondes can be extremely jealous when it comes to you. Mikey often provokes Draken into "petty" fights between them by begin overly clingy to you, or simply not letting him hug you because the short blond takes a lot of space durning your cuddling sessions. For example, sitting on your lap and having his arms wrapped around your neck, leaving Draken unable to hug you. Ken finds this very irritating and has no patience for Mikey and his fucking behavior.

That's why you came up with a plan together how to punish Mikey.

- Ah! Fuck! MH.....- Mikey's sweet moans could be heard throughout the room, his breathing was rapid and there were hickeys and marks all over his body. The boy was sitting on your lap as you held him in place with your strong hands so he wouldn't move too much. Which made Mikey let out pathetic whines every now and then as Draken was edging his dick with his hand, making sure to change the tempo, so he could tease Mikey more. Of course, without letting him cum, until you both will be satisfy with Mikey's desperate cries for release.

- Ken-Chin, M/N-Chin! Come on....aH! I.....I want to c-cum. Pleaseeee! - Mikey begs in begging and desperate tone as he tries to move his hips upwards to get more friction on his dick, but he got only tight squeeze from Draken around the tip of his dick in return.

- How desperate he looks now, right, M/N? - Draken said, his tone filled with sarcasm and coldness. Which made the shorter blond whimpers. You looked at the boy with a dragon tattoo on his temple, nodding at his words.

- You're right, darling. I think he need to cum so bad.- You teased the boy in your lap the same way as Draken. You both clearly enjoyed the way Mikey begs you two to let him cum or just simply fuck him.

- Come on! No more teasing! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!- Manjiro begs one more time. But Ken just simply smirks at him and then he continue stroking his dick without mercy. While you were playing and touching Mikey's chest, pinching and squeezing his cute little nipples. The blond haired boy moans got more louder and desperate. Almost making you and Draken feel quilty for the poor boy in your lap.

- I have a nice plan, M/N.- Ken suddenly said. He leans closer to your ear and starts whispering his idea to you. You could only smirk at his words, you really liked what Draken was saying and of course, you've agreed to this nice plan.

You and Draken changed your positions, making Mikey lay down on the bed with handcuffed hands, without moving. He was confused and slightly annoyed by this fact. He wanted to touch you!

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, making Mikey see your handsome left/right face profile. Draken was standing in front of you, tying up his blond hair into ponytail. Then he sat up on your lap, kissing your lips passionately while moaning a bit when he felt your tongue enter his mouth. Your hand made its way towards Ken's ass, teasing his entrance by rubbing small circles around it. Draken stops kissing you and glares at you intensely after you did that. The glare sent you a shiver down your spine, you already know what that's mean, so you quickly stopped teasing him and put your finger inside. What made Ken grunt a bit, then you put another one, you process to make scissoring movements, loosing up Ken's hole. The tall blond haired boy this time made a soft moan, that was repeating itself with each thrust of your fingers.

Mikey was looking very pathetic right now, his dick was all red because of the cockring and he wants to cum so bad! That's not fair that he need to wait for his turn, who knows maybe he will not have his chance?

Those thoughts made him sobs a bit from humiliation and desperation, he wanted to feel your dick inside him. And he only got the perfect view of Draken riding you. It was good to watch. But it would felt better to touch and kiss both of you!

Ken Ryūguji was currently riding hard your cock, squeezing your firm shoulders and biting your neck. While your hands were holding his waist and hips, you didn't even had to help him move. Draken always has a lot of stamina durning sex, so it is rare for you to help him. He loves riding you or just feeling in control(most of the time, he is power bottom, so it is normal.)

He was bouncing up and down very roughly, almost bruising your hips. His moans and your grunts, AND Mikey's pathetic sobs in the background filled the whole room. He tried to beg for his turn too, but you both ignored him and continue making a show in front of Mikey.

- Fuck...... I love feeling your hard cock in me! He cries out with sly smirk, as he moans hard on purpose to tease Mikey and make him feel jealous. You slapped Draken's ass to make the same effect on Mikey.

When you both came with loud grunt, you kissed each other softly and then looked at Mikey. Who was crying pitifully from wanting to cum so bad, and from all the emotions he was feeling. Draken and you felt quilty for him, so you walked to Mikey and removed the handcuffs and then the cockring. Which made the short blonde boy cries out and cum hardy on himself and the sheets, his whole body tremble and shook from pleasure and euphoria.

You wrapped your arms around Mikey and Draken kiss his forehead gently to calm him down, and comfort the poor boy.

- Don't worry, Mikey..... We will now make it up to you, right, Draken?- You said with gentle voice as you rubs Mikey's back and head softly. The boy in your arms gasp a bit when he heard your words, his cheeks flush pink at the image in his head.

- You can take one more, right?- Draken said with a smirk as he place his hand back on Mikey's dick, while your fingers made their way to his hole.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #oneshot #gay #tokyo revengers #anime #top male reader #draken #male reader #request #manjiro sano

[derangedanomaly]

Part 1: Their s/o is a skeleton pt.1 (Nightmare, Killer, Dust, Horror) - For context

Their s/o is a skeleton PT.2

(Error, Dream, Ink, Swap)

Error:

Oh, he absolutely knows that you're a skeleton because you're dead.

How? He read your file. (Sneaky mf)

He might've been a little interested in you at that time. (Takes this to his grave)

He's the one that's, next to Dust, the MOST prepared! You want bandaids? He has a whole stock of them. You need snack's? Sure, what do you want?

He's like your little hero most of the time, it's actually really cute ❤️

Always ready to step in if you happen to be in danger.

He became a little sap because of you, no one really knows why, or where it come from.

Error speaking to Ink; "I hate you, and I wish I would've never met you! So tell me, why should I help you?!" ".... We've got Y/n-" "I'm in."

Uses his strings to secure you when on missions, since he has Haphephobia.

Really sweet towards you, but an ass to everybody else 💀

"Y/n! I need you to-" Killer spoke, but got cut off by Error. "I'll do it." There's a silence following after that. "Huh? Wha-Why? It's quite...hmm... dangerous." Error scoffed at Killer's dumbness. "Yeah. Exactly I want to do it for Y/n." You awed a little, grateful for Error's kind words.

After they ended their own conversations, you went up to Error, smiling at him. "Error..thank you for doing that!" Error smiled and used his strings to sort of...hug you? "It's no problem. I'd do anything for you..." You blinked and looked at him, confused. "Huh? I'm sorry- what did you say," Error blushed deep yellow and stammered. "A- Uh.. it's nothing! Really..." After awhile of you both staring into each others eyes, Error snapped out of it blushing profusely.

"I GOTTA GO! THE ANTIVOID'S ON FIRE!!!" You laughed as he teleported away. What a liar..heh.

Dream:

Oh my god! You're dead?! Is his immediate reaction. After that follows a quick stammer of these words: "Are you ok?! I mean- you're dead, of course you're not ok! BUT DOES IT STILL HURT?! OH MY GOD!!!!"

He's like a worried mother. 💀

Becomes even more worried when he finds out you're bones are easily breakable.

Someone, please calm him down!

Don't get him wrong, he is usually composed and calm, but he literally went crazy after you told him this mind-blowing fact to him.

I mean, he loves you, very dearly. But he just found out that his crush is actually dead, and is very fragile.

After getting used to this, Dream treats you as if you were made out of porcelain.

He's being so very careful for you. You could be doing anything. Even the simplest of things, and he'd be watching you like a hawk, checking if you'll be ok.

He stopped doing that after you told him it's making you uncomfortable, but decided to instead hold your hand, or lay his hand on your back. (Depending on what you're doing.)

Doesn't bring you on fights on many occasions. (Doesn't like seeing you hurt.)

But if you do end up in a fight, he makes sure to always put you first. No one else matters except you when it comes to fights. Not even himself. He'd rather sacrifice himself then watched you die. 😭

You were watching a movie, when you felt it..the intense gaze....

Like a hawk ready to strike. You silently gulped, turning around. You were met with Dream's gaze. "Uhm...hi Dream..? Something's the matter?" Dream shook his head, his gaze never leaving you. You groaned. You thought he was over this! You turned to him. "Dream! I thought that I told you, that you don't need to watch over me in these situa-" "You're pretty." Everything fell silent, as you let his words sink in. You blinked a few times, red blush starting to appear on your face.

"Huh?" "You're very pretty tonight, Y/n." Is that why he was staring?? You didn't had any words, shock overcoming you. "Um..thank you??" He flashed you a gentle smile, then went up the stairs. What a weird night.

Ink:

Oh, so you weren't born a skeleton? Cool cool. But can you watch thi-

He doesn't care. And it's not because he's an asshole, it's because he doesn't find it really mind-blowing.

He doesn't change his view about you just cause you're dead! Hah!

He's that kind of a friend that would laugh if you'd done something to yourself. Like broke a bone on accident or something. Trust me, he WILL laugh his ass off.

He might be doing all these things, but he did find himself chasing after you. He didn't know that though. (Remember. He doesn't really have emotions..)

He probably never felt these emotions before, so he doesn't know that he loves you, until one specific moment.

The moment where you confess to him. He should feel happy in this moment! But he just feels- sorry. For you. He thinks he doesn't deserve your love, simply because his emotions are fake.

So he studies these emotions further!

He suddenly becomes an expert at love. 🤠

Keeps telling you cringe things, thinking that'd woe you... "I wanna be your sigma baby!" You just look at him in disgust. "Don't... don't do that..."

Ink loves to capture small moments on camera, so he has a ton of pictures with you two! He has them all printed out, sticked on his wall.

Every time he looks at them, he thinks of you. And that just makes him feel...alive.

You were walking down the stairs when you suddenly tripped. You groaned, about to stand up, until you heard a loud crack. Oh no.... your leg bone just broke! Great.. "OH MY GOD! I can't believe you just plummeted a whole flight of stairs!" You groaned even more when you heard the voice of that rat...Ink.

"Ink...can you help me instead of laughing at me?" "No." Was his immediate response before laughing his ass off furthermore. "You're such an ass..." Ink chuckled, suddenly holding you up bridal style. "Yeah, but I'm your ass." You couldn't help but smile. "Yeah. Yeah.."

Swap:

Is kinda...chill? It's actually really weird. You would think he'd freak out the most.

It was actually just cause Error told him beforehand. (Swap bribed him 💀

He was surprised, but didn't change the way he treated you.

The only thing he did is just...admire you from afar.

You kinda became his role model. He just admires you so much! He thinks it's incredible how you can still push forward even in your conditions.

Has kitty bandaids in his pockets prepared just for you :)

Just a lil cutie, always making sure you're ok.

Always encouraging you in everything you do! He's your little cheerleader.

Tried to calm Dream down when he found out. "It's ok Dream! They're ok! Stop overreacting!"

He might be the good guy. But if he finds out...that someone hurt you... he'll personally eliminate them. And he's not really hiding it either. He's actually thriving in it. (Which makes you kinda nervous.)

"S-Swap?" You called out his name. You needed his assistance. Nightmare severely hurt you. Broke a few bones... Swap immediately went to your side.

"Y/n! Are you ok?! What happened?" You frowned and explained him the situation. "Nightmare happened. That's what.." you slowly went to sit down, watching Swap curiously. "...Swap?" You suddenly saw a flick of anger across his face. "I'M GONNA TEAR HIM TO SHREDS THAT EVEN DREAM WON'T RECOGNIZE HIM!!" You jumped, being shocked. You never saw Swap act like this.

He was about to rush out the door, until you stopped him, holding his sleeve. "Swap, no! It's ok...just...help me patch up? Please.." Swap looked at you sadly, until nodding his head going over to the medkit. "I'm sorry...Y/n. I don't know what came over me..." You nodded, wincing from your injuries. "... I'm still going to annihilate him.." you looked at him with confusion. "I'm sorry, what were you saying?" "Nothing. Just that I love..." He stopped himself from finishing that sentence. "Tacos. I love Tacos." Swap blurted out avoiding your eye contact.

..

.

"And also you..."

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

[eeunoia]

ENHYPEN Imagines

insolitus | yjw.

pairings: yang jungwon x reader

synopsis: you’ve always thought jungwon is out of this world, out of ordinary. he’s someone who seems familiar but at the same time mysterious for almost everybody. you didn’t expect that he himself will unfold more of him with you and it was an insolitus experience.

word counts: 2k

warnings: yandere themes, mention of murder, violence, obsessive love, grammatical errors. (let me know if i missed some)

note: this have a part two. it was not yet ready to be released, but since some anons kept telling me to stop writing then they leave me no choice but to post something. ehe. anyway, i will fix this probably tomorrow since it doesn’t have a picture for this fic. send me asks about what you think about this. love reading your comments and replies. i love you all, please keep safe.

© eeunoia 2024 — all rights reserved.

The whole room was quiet. You might think that it was vacant, but there are two persons inside. The defeaning silence almost suffocate the officer sitting at one of the chairs. He sighs trying to lift whatever that heavy feeling he’s having ever since he entered this room.

The bright light gives a full view of the face of 17 year old, Yang Jungwon. At first look he seems to be like a normal guy, but for some reasons Officer Nam gets some odd feeling from this boy.

He draws in a sigh then taps lightly over the table while his other hand grips tightly at the folder he was holding. His eyes darted at the boy whose head hangs low at the moment and hands resting over his lap.

Despite the soft looking face, the officer couldn’t help but to feel chills while looking over his blood stained school uniform. He even have some over his face that already turned into brownish color after drying up over time.

“Okay, let me ask you again.” Office Nam cleared his throat and leaned over the table, the only thing that keeping them apart.

“I already told you, I don’t know who did it or what happened to him.” Jungwon says in a low tone, sticking to the words he said the first time they asked him.

“The blood on your shirt—” he raises his head and his brows folds in a remorseful way.

“I told y-you Sir, I found him and tried to help! His blood got all over me because of that.” Jungwon explains and he looked very convincing. The words he mutters are acceptable, but his eyes looked so blank. The police officer couldn’t point out what’s wrong, but his eyes looked so emotionless.

He kept his lips pursed into a thin line and stared at him straight to his eyes. Usually, kids his age will be in panic and can even broke into tears specially after being involve in a very serious crime. But he is different. Yang Jungwon, despite having the look of remorse and worries—makes him feel very wary. Its very unsettling.

He shuts his eyes for a while then sighs. “Okay, let’s say what you’re saying are true. But we still can’t let you go because you are our only lead to solve this crime.”

He doesn’t exactly know what he expects to happen next, but nothing prepares him for what’s about to unfold in front of him.

“So annoying.” the boy muttered lowly but enough for the officer to hear.

“Excuse me?” he asks just to make sure he heard him right.

From looking so uneasy and worried, Jungwon raises his head then leans his back comfortably over the chair. His forehead relaxed causing for the crease on it to disappear. He tilt his head while staring deadly straight to the police officer.

Shivers came rushing through the police officer’s whole body.

“I did it.” he said it so naturally. Like confessing from stealing a candy.

The corner of his lips lifts up a bit, “I killed him.” he confessed that made the officer sick in the stomach.

His heart felt like it stopped beating, cold sweats showers him and his hand froze at the sudden confession from the boy. He couldn’t properly express his own emotions because of the utter shock. He doesn’t know if it was from how the boy says those horrifying words so naturally or how he doesn’t look even bothered about it that made him like this.

It made the officer think if he’s aware of the crime he just committed. The lack of remorse and guilt are evident through his eyes. Its almost impossible to believe.

“You want to know how I did it?” he licked his lower lip and slightly straighten his back. “I grabbed a bottle and broke it. I used the sharp edges to stab him on his stomach, heart and neck.” he says and a sinister smile made it to his lips.

He leans closer, “And I repeat it again and again and again. Until he basically stopped breathing and died.” he even gave a shoulder shrug and rested his back again on the chair.

“W-Why...” the officer’s lips shakes as he stutter through his own words.

“I just want to.” Jungwon smiles as his eyes still looked dead.

Countless criminals with such horrible crimes had confessed inside this office. But this is the very first time that one actually scared and made Mr. Nam tremble in fear.

Despite all of these, he tried to gather his thoughts and composed himself. His hand slowly went down near his gun, preparing himself to anything that can happen.

“Do you know w-what consequences awaits for you because of what you did?”

Jungwon shrugs his shoulder off. “Yeah, I’m not stupid.”

The way he say every words confidently just makes the atmosphere even heavier. Normally they should be begging to take it easy on them or pleading not guilty for the crime they’re being accounted for.

But this kid...

“You can be jailed.”

“No, I won’t.”

“Yes you are a minor, but you can still serve juvenile for a few years before we can transfer you to an actual prison.” his jaw clenches together with his fist, trying to make himself look stronger. Well he has to. He’s way older than him, have more built and training. He’s also the adult inside the room so if anything, he should have the upper hand between them, right?

“Oh really?” his tone sounded so monotonous like as if it was the most boring thing he had ever heard that day.

Even before the officer can utter another word, the door to the interrogation room bursted open then revealed a man wearing a neatly ironed suit while carrying a suit case.

Officer Nam’s forehead furrowed hardly and he was about to tell them to go out as he's in the middle of a very confidential case only to be caught off guard.

He starts to wonder why this man is standing there and behind him is their Chief of Police following him like a loyal dog.

The boy didn’t even bothered looking at the newly arrived people. He rolled his eyes looking so bored and tired of this place.

“What do you think my father will feel when he knew I was here for two hours?” Jungwon asks the man that just arrived. His eyes looked dead and bored, tone serious and cold before he slowly stood up from his sit.

His aura was totally different. It was like Jungwon is a scared sheep a while ago that he used to look after, asking him what happened and so on so fort. Then suddenly that very same sheep tears off his sheep skin and revealed his true self. A fox. A predator.

Officer Nam snapped back to his senses and it took him time to realize what’s going on. His shoulder fell along with the hope to serve justice when he looked at one of the greatest lawyers in South Korea bowing at Yang Jungwon like he was so sorry for letting him stay in this interrogation room for too long.

Jungwon smirks looked so sly as he walks away from that room, the Chief even made way and apologizes for the hold. The young boy strides the police station’s hallway like a free man oozing with nothing but pride and power. Like as if he didn’t just do something horrible. As if he didn’t just killed somebody.

“Nam, we need to talk.” their Chief Officer says in a very strict tone while he closes the door behind his back.

Officer Nam kept his mouth shut and tries hard to keep his composure. His jaw clenches along with his fists under the table and his thoughts starts to wander mindlessly.

He doesn’t even need to hear what their Chief officer was about to discuss with him. He’s already aware of it. At this point, all there left is to surrender and just force himself to turn blind eye to this injustice.

After-all, he is nothing up against the Governor’s youngest son, Yang Jungwon.

They said that out of the hundred people you walk across the world, at least 1 of them are a psychopath. They can blend into the society naturally like they’re truly part of it. Like they’re totally normal and not thinking of unaliving someone in the worst way all the time.

Now, to identify that small percentage of the population started to become totally difficult. You can never know which one of the people you interact with are part of them. It can be your neighbor who greets you with big smiles every morning, it can be the traffic officer who helps you cross the street, the taxi driver, the guard by the gates of your school, your teacher or your classmates.

But never in a million chances that you will think that it can be Yang Jungwon. There is no way someone as sweet and perfect as Jungwon can be part of them. No, never. He’s undeniably handsome, from a good family, polite, responsible—president of the student council, top of your class, kind, athletic, talented, have dimples and always talks in the sweetes softest way. If one will have to point someone who is an epitome of an angel, he can be that.

So why are you inside this dark room, cuffed to a steel bar, face drenched with sweat and tears and totally scared for your life after being kidnapped by him? By Yang Jungwon.

You completely blanked out from the series of events that just occured hours ago. You remembered being with (name), arguing about how he’s so controlling and tiring for you. He was shouting at you and grabbing you over your wrist. You are expecting a slap or your hair being pulled by him, but the next thing you knew, he was down on the floor showering over his own blood. Yang Jungwon stands beside you, staring blankly at him while holding a broken bottle he just used to stab your boyfriend to death.

And the moment it finally dawned onto you, you tried to run away from him. It was too late. Jungwon manages to catch you and covered your mouth with this cloth that made you lose consciousness.

A faint creeking sound from the door made you snap back to reality. Your head perks up, eyes a little bit hopeful while heart still beats in an inconsistent pace.

“H-Help.” you tried to say, slightly choking your words because of the shock you’ve just been to.

Lights emits when it cracks open causing for you to squint your eyes slightly. The moment you saw who it was, you gulped and the corner of your eyes burns. Chest rises up and down, feeling suffocated out of fear.

Yang Jungwon stood proudly by the door. The light blue uniform coat was too familiar for you as it was what boys in your school wears almost everyday. He stares without saying anything before he slightly moves his shoulder to take off his blood stained coat.

The person beside him was quick to assist him.

“Did she eat already?” he asks casually, eyes still darted at your direction.

You trembles in fear and stares away from time to time, couldn’t really hold the eye contact longer than five seconds.

“No, young master.”

He rolls his eyes as he looked over the person beside him. Fear reflects his face as he bow his head nervously. Jungwon kept his eyes at him before he sighs and tilts his head to the side. You can almost hear that person’s sigh of relief when Jungwon started walking towards your way.

Fear flows through your system like a water as you try to push yourself near the wall, away from him. When he’s close enough, he crouches down and scanned you from head to toe.

Jungwon could not explain how excited he is as he stare at you. He couldn’t help but to let a small smile shed over his pretty lips, satisfied.

“Tell me this isn’t a dream.” he mumbles, only enough for you to hear. Tears pooled your eyes and they flow continuously to your pretty face.

Jungwon pursed his lips and stretches his hand closer to you. He gently cupped your face and using his thumb, he wiped off your tears. Despite the soft touches he gradually give you, it made you flinch but Jungwon tries to ignore it for the mean time. For now, he still couldn’t handle the thrill of having you here together with him.

“My pretty girl.” he whispers with so much adoration, eyes almost flashing heart shapes as he stares at you.

“Even if you’re crying, you are still gorgeous.” he added that made you feel sick in the stomach.

“D-Don’t touch me.” you finally manages to say as you move your face away from his touch. The smile on Jungwon’s lips fell and his eyes turned dark after what you did.

It quickly sent shivers through your spine, but you try your best not to let him see how terrified you are to him.

As he carefully scan you, he noticed how your body is shaking and his mood switches right away. Its quite fascinating even for you.

“You’re shaking, baby. Are you cold?” he asks sounding so gentle. It was almost like the same Jungwon you see around campus. It was unbelievable.

“Here,” he says after someone handed him a blanket.

He slowly helped you to wrap it over your shoulder. Suddenly, the hunger and the tiredness from resisting for hours kicked in. You have no remaining energy to even resist anymore or to even shove his hand away. Jungwon gets too excited when you let him take care of you. Its not like you have a choice.

“You’re a m-murderer.” it almost came out as a mumble, but when he stops from gently caressing your arm you knew he heard it. He looked at you and you didn’t saw any guilt. None.

“Do you hate me?” he raised his hand from holding your arm to touching your face, he cares it so gently again like you’re a very fragile thing for him.

You kept your mouth shut and just shoot him glares while tears stream down your eyes.

“He’s a terrible boyfriend anyway. He hurts you and he’s so lame.” his eyes follows a tear that escaped your eye and he went to wipe it again.

“Don’t waste your tears for him. I actually did you a favor.” and he brushes hairs stuck at your skin.

“B-By killing him?”

Jungwon pursed his lips and memory of your boyfriend screaming out of pain flashes through him for a while. He almost rolled his eyes at how pathetic he sounded a while ago, but he stopped himself.

“He doesn’t deserve you and so I thought you could use a new boyfriend.” he clenches his jaw and while holding an eye contact, he leans in and placed a soft kiss at your shoulderblades.

He almost lose his mind when he inhaled your familiar scent. The very same scent he grew addicted to. Now, he doesn’t have to settle on watching you from a far and trying to use every reasons he can use just to have a small talk with you. Now, you are here with him and you belong to him. He couldn’t be happier.

You shut your eyes and shake your head slowly, whimpering.

“P-Please just let me g-go.” your voice cracks from screaming and crying too much.

“Don’t worry, I will.” he smiled and you looked at him hopeful.

“R-Really?”

He nods his head, “Once I finally tamed and make you submit to me completely.”

Your stomach churns and hope starting to crumble down once again.

“You are a monster! Y-You will rot in hell.”

Jungwon stood up and stared down at you. His strict, cold eyes sent direct shivers down to your spine. He slides both of his hand inside his pockets while he continues looking at you.

“If that’s the price I have to pay to have you in this lifetime,” he stalls his words and smiles. “I will gladly accept my fate.”

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[bluetimeombre]

━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ Daisy, oh my Daisy

Daisy and Wonka first met all those years ago on the boat. He was a chef and she, a waitress. The two had come quick friends, working together and laughing together. When Willy Wonka shared his chocolate dreams with her, she wanted to be part of it all. So as Wonka goes for his dreams, Daisy, his Daisy comes along as his faithful secretary. When it all goes wrong, he fears he's dragged her down with him.

[never did I think i'd be writing a Willy Wonka fic, like huh? but before I even went into the cinema to watch it I knew i'd be obsessed. Can't wait to see the Regulus edits of it all. Not proofread, just vibes. And i have a lot of ideas for timmy and coryo snow bits :)] ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━

The doors were wide open, holding the people in and the magic of it out. The wonder of Wonka's chocolate shop wafted in the wind, calling in all- children and adults, anyone and everyone came along to have bite of magic.

Daisy maned the doors with Noodle. Kept the line down and made sure everyone got in and out with a bag full of the wonderful chocolate Wonka created. She was lucky enough to be the first to try them all, he always wanted her feed back. She was thankful he held her in such esteem as to value her opinion. After seven years on this journey with him, just seeing his dreams in front of her was enough to keep a grin in her face.

Her cheeks would sure hurt in the morning.

It was obvious to them all apparently, at least to the adults, how Daisy admired and felt about Wonka. But- standing across from her and watching her watch Wonka- it only just clicked with Noodle.

'Holy cricket!' yelped Noodle.

Her yell broke Daisy away from her daze, watching Wonka in his chocolate tree. She jumped in her skin and slowly turned to Noodle. 'Yes, Noodle?'

'You're in love with him!'

Daisy's jaw hung open slightly before she laughed off her nerves. If Noodle said it any louder, he may just hear. 'What? No-no, no way, no, please. Don't be ridiculous. He's... he's my boss.'

'So?' she rushed over to Daisy tugging at her sleeve. 'You're in love with him!'

Daisy turned them around quickly, smiling at all the customers until they were left alone in a corner. 'Noodle, please, you mustn't say a word. To him, to anyone.'

'You've been in love with him this whole time?'

'Well, only six of the seven years i've known him,' Daisy amended, 'although admittedly that doesn't sound any better.'

Noodle had a grin on her face now, her little hat slanted down on her head. 'Why not tell him?'

'Because Noodle, there are some things worth staying quiet for. If he didn't like me back and thought it weird that I stayed this whole time, he could throw me out! All i've known is this.' Daisy didn't want to think of not having it. Of not having... Wonka.

'Daisy, please, i'm sure Wonka loves you to,.'

'Daisy!' called the very man they were discussing. The two girls stood up quickly, hands behind their backs and smiling.

'Nothing, we were talking about nothing!' said Daisy quickly.

Wonka's brows seemed askew as he looked between them. 'Very well, Daisy may I borrow you a moment.' he didn't await an answer, already tugging her away.

Worried he'd heard this whole time and was about to tell her to leave, Daisy looked back at Noodle for some help. The girl only made smooching faces.

'Try this!' Wonka thrust a chocolate flower in her mouth.

It was delicious. Crunchy and melting on the tongue. It smelt like a tulip but tasted like a blueberry and something else, something like...

Daisy spat out the last crumbs of the flower. 'Yeti sweat!'

'Exactly!'

'But you didn't put that in there!'

'No, I did not.'

Daisy thought quickly, clicking her fingers. 'Could it have been the little orange man?'

Wonka nodded, stroking the non-existent hair on his chin. 'I wouldn't put it past him.' Quickly, Wonka tugged her over to the tree and leapt upon it, yelling out to the room: 'Ladies and Gentlemen! Your attention please, there seems to be a manufacturing error! Nobody eat the flowers!'

A lady who's hair was already turning orange and growing a beard asked 'why not?'

A man who's hair was ginger and growing tall had crumbs falling from his lips 'what's wrong with them?'

Another man was turning green, another child was turning another colour.

'Oh no,' mumbled Daisy.

'I'm terribly sorry everyone and I don't know how to explain it. But it appears the chocolate's have been poisoned!' Wonka announced.

Daisy leapt up next to him. 'That probably was not the best wording, Wonka.'

'I want my money back!' a man who's hair was as blue as the ocean yelled.

'I want compensation!' yelled an angry Scottish man.

'I want revenge!'

Suddenly, chocolate's were being thrown at the two. They dodged and ducked, but they came quickly.

'Daisy, hold onto me!' Wonka grabbed a fistful of her purple dress and kept her close to him. They yelled at those who tore down the shop, that cracked and shattered all the glasses. 'Daisy, what's happening?!'

The chandelier dropped from the ceiling, creating fire in the middle of the hall. People started to run out, screaming and yelling. 'Oh Daisy.' and Wonka settled down.

That's how they ended up in the melted room of what was once Wonka's shop of dreams. The colours had dissolved, the people had scattered and they were left with their friends.

Noodle slowly approached Wonka who sat down in the dust. With an encouraging nod from Daisy, Noodle cleared her throat. 'It's ok, Willy. We can re-build.'

'There's no point, Noodle.'

Daisy rested a hand on his shoulder. 'Don't say that.'

'It's the truth,' he mumbled. 'It didn't work.'

Daisy scoffed. 'What do you mean? your chocolates brought so much joy!' she settled down next to him. 'Before everyone found out they were tampered with.'

'She promised she would be here,' said Wonka, glancing over at Daisy. She was the only one who knew everything about Wonka. All but one thing. Quite possibly one of the biggest things. 'She wasn't. Stupid dream.'

Daisy rested a hand on his back. 'It's not a stupid dream, none of your dreams are stupid.'

'Oh but they are,' he told her, looking to her with tears in his eyes. He seemed to search her face for something. 'Now none of them will ever come true.'

'Don't say that Willy!' said Noodle. 'Please don't ever say that!'

'Come on, Noodle,' Mr. Carter said, putting a hand to Noodle's shoulder and gesturing the rest away. 'I think we should give Mr Wonka some time alone.'

Wonka didn't object to them all leaving, he sat with his feelings and his chocolates.

Daisy watched them all leave and turned back to Willy. They spent their days together, inventing, laughing, eating and cooking. They only left each others side to sleep in different rooms. But maybe, she'd have to accept some things change.

With a quiet sigh, Daisy made to leave.

Wonka's hand reached out, clasping her wrist. 'Not you. Please, please don't leave.'

At his begging, at the tear slipping down his cheek, she sat back down and held onto his hand firmly.

'Never, Willy, never,' she promised.

He sniffed. 'I'm sorry, I let you down,' he laughed through his tears.

At first, she thought he was talking to his Ma. Sometimes, when he needed guidance the most, he'd share some words with her. But she realised, he was apologising to her.

'Let me down?' she echoed. It was a ridiculous idea, when he'd given her the greatest thing of all. Love. A warmth in the heart that not even chocolate could bring. 'You haven't let me down, in fact, it would be impossible for you to ever let me down, Willy. You did all this. All of it. And if it wasn't for the stupid chocolate cartel, you'd have all your dreams. I just wish I could erase what they did, give it all back to you.'

He smiled, wiping his nose. 'You've always been too kind to me, Daisy.'

'You've never given me a reason not to be, Willy.' she squeezed his hand with one and with the other, she wiped away a tear from his cheek.

He looked at her and she quickly dropped her hand and took a deep breath. The ends of her dress were scorched, her gloves ruined, hair falling around her face. 'You've followed me all these years for this. For this dream. Now it's all gone. It's ruined and i've done nothing but waste your time.'

Daisy looked into his eyes, those that were swimming in tears. She shook her head slightly, lips curled up in disbelief. She thought of talking with Noodle, she thought of dancing and sharing smiles with Willy. 'You really think that's the only reason i've followed you?'

They were sitting close. Bodies, warm from fire and cold from dread. His jacket, frayed everywhere, covering parts of her dress. He could see every detail of her face. Every detail he'd missed from spending his time being far from her.

'What else could there be?' he asked.

And perhaps truth's would've been shared if it wasn't for the chocolate cartel interrupting.

❛ ━━･❪ ❁ ❫ ･━━ ❜

It all seemed to end with: death by chocolate.

Daisy and Wonka were stuck in a room with thousands and thousands of gallons of chocolate, and impossible amount really. The pillars whirled and the chocolate grew around them. They'd been so close at winning, at getting their hands on the secrets they needed to prove the cartel villains and gain back his reputation. But of course, there was one thing they'd missed.

Chocolate.

'You know, Willy. When you were dreaming about chocolate. I think you dreamt a bit too hard.'

Wonka held her hand, putting it onto his sleeve. 'Just hold onto me, we'll be fine.'

But then chocolate started to spill from vents, and being 'just fine' started to turn into panicking. Panicking a lot.

His other hand held onto her hand. 'I'll think of something, I promise.'

Daisy laughed, watching her knees disappear under the chocolate. 'I've never doubted you, not for a second in six years. But please do come up with a plan soon.'

'I've got it!' he announced after the chocolate crept up their legs. 'If we're going to drown in chocolate, because let's face it Daisy, we might just drown in chocolate. Then it'll be Wonka chocolate.' She watched as he started to sprinkle some secret ingredient into the chocolate around them.

'Does that happen to lessen the amount of chocolate that will some in?' she asked.

'Nop!' he admitted.

Daisy put on a brave smile, looking around the room as the chocolate reached her waist. 'A sky light!' she gasped, shuffling around in the liquid. She laughed, clutching at Wonka. 'There's a skylight, we'll get out that way.'

Willy followed her eyeline, seeing the only part light came from. 'Daisy, my Daisy, you're a genius.'

And it didn't take long for the chocolate to reach their necks. They pushed through it, they fought against the current until they reached the window.

'Help!' they yelled, banging their fists against it, screaming and hoping someone would see or the glass would break.

'It's not gonna work is it?' Daisy sighed. Her fists were shaking from the force of knocking against the window. 'We're going to drown in chocolate.' She laughed, because how could she not.

Wonka watched her. Even in the desolate moment of ending, he watched her. His flower laugh and then thought things couldn't be so bad if she was laughing. But hadn't she always found joy in the worst moments? 'Tell me,' he said.

Daisy looked back to him, arms working tiresomely to keep her up. 'Tell you what?'

'What you were going to tell me, back in the shop?'

Daisy almost thanked the blush was up to her neck, he'd never be able to see the rising blush. 'I er... I don't think I remember what I was going to say.'

'Sure you do,' said Wonka, almost taking pleasure in teasing her. 'You're Daisy, you remember everything.'

Still, even facing death by chocolate, Daisy wasn't ready to spill her most carefully guarded secret.

'Why else would you follow me all the way here, Daisy?' he asked her. 'You might as well tell me. I'm not sure there's another way out of here. I've let you down. Again.'

'Willy, i've told you. You can never let me down,' she whispered. There was nothing else left to say. Nothing but silence between them.

'I'm in love with you,' she confessed in one breath. A secret kept for years, aching for days and it came out in one single whisper. 'I've been in love with you for six years. That's why I've followed you everywhere. Because I believe you. I wanted to see your dreams come true. I wanted to watch you watch your dreams come true. That's why i've followed you here. Because I am so helplessly and foolishly in love with you.'

To her dismay, nothing was revealed from his expression. 'You really mean that?' he asked. 'You're not just saying that because we're about to drown?'

'No. Seemed as good a time as ever to say it.'

Finally, he smiled. 'Then let me do you one better. I've been in love with you for seven,' he admitted. Finally admitted. And if it wasn't for the chocolate holding them down, his chest would finally expand with a deep breath. He laughed. 'Seven years.'

'Seven?' she checked.

'Seven,' he exaggerated. 'I should've told you, I never wanted you to be my secretary! I never wanted you as a friend! I wanted- I wanted you!'

Daisy laughed, tilting her head back so she couldn't choke on chocolate. 'Well, we're just a pair of fools aren't we?'

Willy smiled. 'Daisy, oh my Daisy. Deep breath now.'

Then, the two disappeared under the river of chocolate. But for a fleeting moment, they were in love together.

Daisy thought that could save them. Her own dream of loving him could make the chocolate go, lower until they could breath. She could practically feel the fresh air, feel the air in her lungs.

'Daisy! My Daisy open your eyes!' Yelled Wonka. 'We're saved, we've been saved!'

Daisy wiped the chocolate from her eyes, finding Willy in front of her with a wide grin. 'What? by who?'

'Look!'

Above them, waving at the window was the little orange man. The theif.

Daisy exclaimed a laugh, thanking him and blowing him a kiss as the chocolate continued to lower until they got their bodies back. The two spun around and around until they hit the ground in lumps of bodies.

Their bodies were shaking with laughter, against each other.

They sat up across from each other in new light. Not afraid of dying, or loving.

Daisy raised a brow. 'So seven years is a long time.'

Wonka blushed under the layer of chocolate he tried to wipe away. 'Almost as long as six.'

They laughed, eyes twinkling in the way new lovers do.

Daisy reached out, swiping a layer of chocolate from his cheek and licking it off her finger as Wonka watched. She didn't seem to think anything of it, but it lit him up with heat and determination.

He pulled her arm until she was between his legs, almost on his lap and kissed her. A kiss that had waited seven years, since they were born, a lifetime for them to share.

It was quick, a movement of lips and his hand on her cheek, her hand clutching his jacket. It tasted of life and hope and love and chocolate. His lips were soft and sweet, and hers were fresh and his for the taking.

Perhaps, if it wasn't for the little orange man knocking on the window, they would've forgotten their troubles and rolled around in chocolate, discovering what seven years of longing does to a person.

Daisy pulled away, running her tongue over her newly chocolate covered lips.

Wonka smiled, kissed her once more and then held her hand. 'Let's go get our chocolate back.'

#timothee x y/n #timothee x you #timothee x reader #timothee imagine #timothée chalamet #wonka #wonka movie #willy wonka #regulus black #timmy

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Have you ever wanted to give Astarion more hugs? Because I did. So I wrote 34K words just to give him more hugs. It's Hugs for a Vampire, literally just uploaded the last chapter.

It's my first finished long fic ever and I feel this weird little pride so I wanted to gush about it. Please enjoy a few of my favorite snippets below (spans the game so beware spoilers), but this thing has a bit of everything.

You want figuring out boundaries? You got it!

You’re not sure how much of it is a choice that you’ve consciously made or if it’s born of your underlying worry. It hasn’t been long since you entered this new phase in your relationship, and the past couple of weeks have been a lot of trial and error to get to a place of some comfort and understanding. As such, you know exactly why you’ve been careful, consciously or not. “I don’t want to touch you if you’re not ready for it,” you say, tilting your head toward his, whispering your words away from the rest of the group.

The vampire freezes a moment, his eyebrows knitting into a look of concern. “While I appreciate the sentiment, darling, a hug isn’t exactly carnal .”

You give him a flat look. “Of course it isn’t,” you respond back. “But it’s still… intimate. You should be allowed to decide when that happens. If you hug me, I know you want it to happen.”

Astarion finally uncrosses his arms, only to rub at his temple in exasperation. “Ugh, you’re being disgustingly considerate,” he says, closing his eyes. “It’s times like this that I wonder how we’ve even gotten this far.”

You want a smidge of angst? Of course.

Astarion’s arm around you shifts, an attempt to pull you closer. You turn to face him and lean in to help his efforts. He gives you a sad little grateful smile, and tucks you into his chest, your head resting just below his chin. When he speaks, his voice is barely above a whisper, a low rasp to it, “I’m here, dear. We’re in this together.”

Nodding into his chest, you take a few steading breaths. “I know,” you say. “But is it too much to ask for a break every once and a while?”

“Darling,” a cold kiss graces your temple before he continues, “I’ve been asking myself that question for two-hundred years.” His words aren’t meant to elicit sympathy, just reality, and you both soak in it for a while. Laying in each others’ arms, bodies too exhausted to move, spirits too broken to speak, you allow yourself to weep.

You want calling Astarion out on his bullshit? For sure.

“Gods,” he breathes out in anguish. “I can’t say you’re wrong. I can only say I'm so glad we didn’t meet then. I don’t even want to think what would have happened to you…”

You’ve never been above challenging your lover’s sullen moods, facing his avoidances head on. So you stare him down fiercely when you say, “Don’t you avoid this, Astarion. Face it, like you must face them. You would have killed me.”

And just like that, something in him buckles. All of his blustering blown away in the stark reality of his previous life. “I would have killed you.” Astarion’s shoulders bow, his head turns away from you and it’s all you can do to hold back a fierce, rib-shattering embrace.

You want fluff? Hell yeah.

You’re ever the slightly more responsible of the two of you. “I always thought that the day we got thrown into prison together it would be for theft, murder, maybe racketeering– not public indecency.”

“The night is young, dear,” he says, smiling up at you innocently. "I wouldn't rule any of them out quite yet."

You plant a small kiss on his head and respond, “You are an utter fool.”

You want an ending where he doesn't run off on his own and break your heart? It's only natural 😭

Sniffling, tears trailing down your face and onto his neck, you know your voice is barely there. But you need him to know. You whisper to him, “We’re all here for you. You’re safe with us.”

And like a stubborn lock that finally gives, he collapses into you. His full body weight bears down on you, and it’s all you can do to keep from toppling over. Yet you remain solid, fully ready to support him as long as he needs.

Anyway, I just wanted to be excited, if you read this far ty I appreciate you and pls how do I get this vampire man out of my head 🥲

#astarion #bg3 #astarion x tav #fanfic #rogue + rogue #astarion x reader #baldurs gate 3