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lxvebun · 19 hours

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A millennium of unsaid I love you's

Synopsis: love is the most twisted curse of all, yuuji wonders if it's twisted enough to have even Sukuna in it's grip.

Content: Sukuna x gender neutral reader. Fluff+little angst. Lovesick!sukuna, I repeat, Lovesick!Sukuna he's so in love with you it shows in everything he does!! Mentions of character death but its open for you to decide. Slight mention of canon violence. Around 1k words♡ eng is not my first language, lmk if there are any annoying mistakes♡♡

"Have you ever been in love?" Yuuji wonders out loud, not necessarily expecting a serious answer. It's a little past midnight if he's reading the blurry red numbers on the digital clock correctly, and despite sleep clouding over his eyes, he can't seem to find rest. Blankets are carelessly kicked to the edge of the bed in an effort to relieve himself from the summer heat but it doesn't do much to help him ease into that sleepy state either.

(Talking to Sukuna seemed a lot more interesting than counting sheep)

The question hangs in the air for a moment, silence twists around it like a vine, and just before it completely swallows it up, the answer floats across his mind similar to a thought but eerily spoken in a different voice.

"Yes"

It's said quietly, almost as if trying to maintain the tranquility of the summer night, but this is Sukuna we're talking about. He doesn't take others into consideration. There's something else that keeps him from voicing his answers out loud.

(Perhaps it's the way he can't talk about you without sounding like a love-sick devotee)

"How!?" Yuuji blurts out before thinking, not realizing the question is rather rude until a sharp flash of pain surges through his body, a little corrective behavior sent from Sukuna, no doubt. "Sorry, sorry. I just didn't expect it, that's all.

It's quiet for a bit. Yuuji takes the time to admire the stars and moonlight shining through the sliver of the curtains. It feels like the moon is extra radiant tonight as it spills a wonderful illuminative light across the room.

"I don't know"

There's not much he doesn't know, but to this day it's still a miracle to him that you weaved yourself so effortlessly into his very being. Managing to do so without an ounce of resistance from him. Partly believing you were some kind of heavenly punishment sent to bring the king of curses to his knees. To rid the world of a darkness that never should have existed in the first place.

(He'd let you)

"I just was"

There's another part of him that theorizes that maybe you were something that remained of his human self. A soulmate to complete his when his soul wasn't half as dark and twisted as it is now. Born from the same star, hearts carved from the same moon. A red string binds you to him, regardless of the form he takes. How cruel of fate to tie you to a monster and keep it that way.

Quietness tunes back in as Yuuji's thoughts drift elsewhere. For a second, Sukuna thinks he's done with his late-night interrogation.

"What were they like?"

He's not indulging Yuuji, really. But his heart beats back a little warmth into his soul every time he thinks of you. Every time he thinks of your voice, how his name sounded so syrupy and sweet falling from your lips, a stark contrast to how it's usually uttered.

Every time he thinks of your touch, how you always handled him with a gentleness he probably doesn't deserve. As if under all the scars and cursed markings he was made of the most delicate porcelain. Even when you were angry, it never bled violence into your touch.

Gods, your entire being shined so brightly he could pick you out from among the stars. You dug yourself into his chest, ripped out his darkened heart oh so deliciously, and buried yourself in its place. As if you always belonged there.

Just thinking of you stains his mouth all too sweetly, a millennium of unsaid I love you's building up in the back of his throat. He swallows it down.

"They were beautiful" he speaks aloud this time, voice booming around the room. Yuuji flinches a little at the intrusion "And that's enough of your questions tonight, brat"

"Just one more, please"

.....

Yuuji takes the silence as compliance.

"Are they gone?" He puts it into softer terms. Sukuna's a little annoyed at the consideration.

He doesn't know... and he's not sure what hurts more, being oblivious to your fate, or assuming that you have passed. Surely, Uraume would have taken care of you. Then again, are they even around still? A dullness grows in his chest, splinters its way through his ribs, and weighs down into his lungs suffocatingly so at the uneasiness of not knowing.

Looking through Yuuji's eyes, he catches a glint of a star beaming down into the split in the curtain. Shining an ethereal light so brightly he has to avert his gaze.

( he could pick you out amongst the stars. He refuses to believe it's you)

The ache lessens again as the starlight seems to clear his head. You're bound to him by a string of fate, there's not a single universe out there where you're not with him. Even if it's cruel of fate to do so, even if those thousand years apart have turned him into someone almost unrecognizable. You'll be together again. Perhaps your soul is just waiting for the right moment to appear.

"they'll be back" is all he says, and the finality in his tone urges Yuuji to keep his mouth shut despite the whirlwind of questions still racing through his mind. Memories that don't belong to him flicker through Yuujis's mind as Sukuna seems to dream off. They're blurry and foggy and disappear all too quickly for him to make sense of what he's seeing, but he can feel the overwhelming presence of love dripping from the edges. He doesn't question why his heart starts to race too.

Sukuna has been a rot in his side from day one. but if there ever exists an opportunity to save everyone, if he could give him his happy ending should you come back, he thinks he'll grant it to him.

Thank you for reading angels!!♡ i had a lot of fun writing this so I hope you enjoyed this too!

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royaltea000 · 12 days

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And how many times have you come back now, devil?

#ugh I’m dying #save me melodramatic Prussia angst.. save me…#the whiplash from drawing hole to drawing Teutonic Knights angst is killing me #It’s probably heavenly punishment or something #luckily I have some backlogged sketches lol #I like this one but I have no idea how to color it style wise #backlit bastard #historical hetalia #hetalia fanart #hetalia #hws teutonic knights #hws prussia #aph prussia #gilbert beilschmidt #digital art #my art #commissions open #artists on tumblr #fanart

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books-and-omens · 9 months

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Rather a big thing, by the way, that many of us are probably re-evaluating right now is Crowley consistently not wanting to be called kind or nice. Especially not by Aziraphale.

In S1, that was what triggered the wall slam. ‘Bit of an overreaction, if you ask me’—but in S2 we see more about how strong Crowley’s feelings are on the topic.

In the Job minisode, Crowley vehemently insists that he is a demon. He is so angry at God. When Aziraphale tells him that he is certain Crowley does not want to destroy Job’s children, Crowley takes his glasses off to expose full-demon irises and looks Aziraphale in the eye as requested and says, “I want to”.

Aziraphale is heartbroken over that. His shoulders slump, he exhales shakily, his faith in Crowley has indeed cracked. Look at him:

And then, of course, he figures out the trick, and it turns out that he is exactly right about Crowley. “Well,” he says, and looks vindicated, triumphant, amused.

He was right. He knew Crowley would resist atrocity with everything he has. He knew Crowley would understand it’s an atrocity in a way Gabriel and Michael did not seem to (and neither did those two care). What Aziraphale sees is that, for all of Crowley’s demonic posturing, Crowley came through.

(He remembers the angel that Crowley used to be. So joyful. So happy. So unlike Gabriel and Michael, too: the angel Crowley would never have gone along with killing Job’s children.)

At the end of this minisode, Aziraphale is ready to go to Hell. He thinks he must: he lied, he thwarted the will of God. Crowley, of course, tells him that he is simply an angel who goes along with Heaven as far as he can.

Aziraphale will process this in some way later, but… he won’t process it in the same way as Crowley. Aziraphale won’t reject the idea of Heavenly goodness—Heaven is supposed to be good, that’s the whole point—but he will take note of how, time and time again, Crowley exemplifies this idea when the actual Heavenly angels do not.

Across history, Aziraphale sees Crowley do things that are good. And then disclaim them, reject them, call them something else. A demon could get into a lot of trouble for doing the right thing, Crowley had warned him a long time ago.

Aziraphale will remember this.

Don’t say thank you, Crowley hisses in the Bastille. My lot do not send rude notes.

And the Victorian minisode?

Off my head on laudanum, not responsible for my actions, Crowley tells Aziraphale vehemently after saving Elspeth from suicide. (In Christianity, certainly in the 19th century, suicide condemns a soul; one who died by suicide does not even get a Christian burial. So Crowley has actively diverted a soul from Hell by drinking the laudanum.)

And—look at how indulgently Aziraphale is looking at Crowley as Crowley insists he is not responsible for his actions.

Of course you aren’t, my dear, he seems to think. We both know you did it on purpose, to have a plausible excuse for Hell. But of course we both know that you are in fact responsible for your actions, and that, at great personal risk and cost, you have once again chosen to do good.

So by the end, from Aziraphale’s point of view, Crowley has a much better idea of Good than Heaven itself. And—oh joy!—in the finale, Metatron, the voice of God, finally acknowledges that fact and validates it. Your demon recognized me when nobody else did, Metatron essentially says.

(I just cannot with the ominous dramatic music that plays as Metatron leads Aziraphale out of the shop. Get the FUCK OUT David Arnold, this is so pointed and disturbing. In this season and in the last, the music is narration, it tells us so much without a single word.)

Anyway! Yes! In the finale, Aziraphale is being manipulated, and part of why it works is that he still does not understand Crowley’s motives in insisting he is not nice or good. He has been interpreting Crowley’s insistence solely as protective, which makes a lot of sense from what he has seen. A demon doing good deeds must hide to avoid punishment and pain. Crowley has hid for six thousand years, has gotten used to hiding. Sure, the last four years were different, but even in these years the danger hasn’t gone away, and six thousand years is a long time to set a pattern.

Aziraphale wants to see Crowley happy. He wants to see him—both of them—safe. And here, finally, is an official Metatron-offered way. Heaven is finally admitting and working on its mistakes. Surely Crowley will forgive them? Surely Crowley and Aziraphale can make Heaven better, together? Make into what it should be? (And they would be safe, they would be safe, they would be safe.)

They still haven’t talked. Aziraphale still does not understand Crowley’s choices. In the past, it might have been too dangerous for Aziraphale to know exactly why Crowley Fell, while for Crowley, it might have been too vulnerable a thing to discuss. So they haven’t talked, and Aziraphale does not know the exact questions Crowley had asked, does not know the exact reasons. He assumes.

And his assumptions, oh so well-meant, are going to be catastrophic.

#good omens season 2 #good omens season 2 spoilers #good omens

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heavenlyvision · 3 months

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Pairing: Bi-Han x afab!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, cockwarming, no use of pronouns, no use of y/n

Wc: >1k

I’m about to sleep but my sleepy brain thought about Bi-Han so here you go <33

MDNI | SMUT UNDER CUT

You’ve been sitting on Bi-Han’s lap for what feels like forever, in reality it’s probably been something like half an hour but that’s still an obscene amount of time to be sat on his lap with his cock filling you completely to the brim without any relief.

You squirm and wriggle against him and every time you do he growls at you and slaps your thigh, admonishing you for not being able to follow simple rules. You had been needy and came to him, asking for him. He had told you he was busy and had things to attend to but he would allow you to sit on his cock if you behaved.

His actual words being, “Sit on my cock nicely and without moving and I’ll give you what you want.”

Now, you’re so wet, your slick leaks down the sides of his cock, pooling in his lap. He shows no outward signs of being affected but his cock twitches every now and again. Your cunt grips him tight, warm and gooey and it’s taking all of his will power to finish up what he’s doing. He really would prefer to fuck you stupid.

Which is why he’s annoyed when you grind down into him, “Hold fuckin still, it’s one rule.”

“Mm sorry,” you manage.

He only grumbles at you, not caring for apologies, only wanting you to behave and do as you’re told.

He’s especially annoyed because if you don’t listen to him then he’s going to have to punish you, which means not only do you not get fucked but it also means he doesn’t get to fuck you and he really wants to fuck you.

Your cunt pulses around him, thighs twitching with the effort of holding yourself up. Gods, you need him so bad, maybe if you focused, you could cum on his cock like this, without even doing anything. Only cumming to your thoughts and the feel of his cock stuffing you full.

Though he’s trying to focus, you can tell he’s distracted, he’s been reading the same thing for 10 minutes and you think maybe you could get away with lifting yourself up and fucking back down onto him. You know what will happen if you don’t listen though, it’s a high risk, high reward scenario.

You’re so fucked and wet and desperate that you throw caution to the wind. The drag of his cock as you pull upwards is heavenly and you feel bliss for a few moments. As soon as you begin lifting yourself up, Bi-Han grabs your hips, growling at you as he slams you back down onto him.

He doesn’t say anything, he just uses his grip on your hips to fuck you up and down his dick like a sex toy, the feeling taking you higher. His fat cock hitting every inch of you so perfectly, you could cry, already so close to the edge after being stuffed with him for half an hour. He continues fucking you down onto his length for a few moments before he slams you down, completely flush to him all at once. All movement ceased.

You go to whine at him but he cuts you off.

“Are you incapable of listening? Now I can’t even fuck you how I was planning to.” His cock jerks inside you, “That’s the most you’ll be getting tonight, now just sit there and look pretty.”

You fucked up and now your punishment is to sit on his big dick while he does nothing to you, he’s just going to let your cunt drool on him and give you no relief. Maybe if you had behaved, you wouldn’t be in this mess.

⋆⁺₊❅.

#mk1 smut #bi han x reader #bi han x reader smut #bi han smut #bi han x you #subzero x reader smut #subzero x reader #subzero x you #subzero smut #visions blurb

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krakensdottir · 9 months

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Also something really important I want to point out about Aziraphale's religious trauma.

It's often framed as him being directly abused by Heaven, generally emotionally. And while I don't doubt he's been belittled at points - probably not by Gabriel, the iconic exemplar of the Toxic Positivity boss, but we know how Michael and Uriel etc. can be - it also seems like he's received quite a lot of praise and has generally managed to pull off the appearance of being A Good Angel, or at least a satisfactory one. I don't think, and this is controversial, but I don't think Heaven was usually overtly hard on him.

Because that's not how this kind of cult mentality usually operates. Instead, it teaches you to abuse yourself. Your overseers don't have to directly hurt or insult you if you're so ingrained with fear of failure by the culture you were brought up in that you constantly question yourself as not good enough.

It's not as... satisfying, I guess? As an external abuser being the main issue. But it's a lot more real. At least to me, because I suffered so much anxiety over being 'good' when I was a kid, and it wasn't from direct abuse. It was absorbed from the culture I was surrounded by. I picked it up by osmosis from society at large, and it tormented me. I worried, I doubted, there was a time I literally feared going to Hell. And I wasn't raised strongly religious. My mother certainly treated me as a Good Kid, and never gave even the suggestion that I wasn't. But I felt that way anyway. And it tore me apart. Because internalizing that shit makes it so much harder to fight.

And to be clear at this point, I am not saying Heaven isn't abusive. I just think the nature of its abuse is more subtle and insidious than it's often given credit for. And - this is even harder to accept, but it's true, and it's important - it's not just abusive to Az. All the angels are victims of it. Yes, even Gabriel. The moment he, one of the most powerful forces in Heaven, steps out of line, we see that no one is exempt. Never even mind Muriel, who is literally on the lowest rung of the Heavenly ladder and has probably never been told they're worth anything beyond being, you know, an angel, so at least you're better than humans and demons.

It's a contrast with Crowley, who has long since accepted most (not all, there are definitely some deep issues remaining, but they're nothing like Aziraphale's) of his internal doubts and struggles. His fears are almost entirely external. He doesn't beat himself up if he fucks up. He doesn't have to. There are people happy to beat him up for him. So when things go really bad for him, his instinct is to run. To get out of the way of harm as much as possible.

The fact that Aziraphale is harder on himself than anyone else could be is a vital part of his character. He self-punishes. He self-criticizes. He feels awful every time he breaks the rules in the slightest, even though he isn't usually caught at it. Crowley can find some safety in solitude if he keeps his wits sharp and his head down. Aziraphale can't, because he carries Heaven's conditioning with him at all times. He doesn't need oversight, it doesn't take external threats to keep him in line. You don't need direct threats when literally everyone in your celestial workplace has seen firsthand the consequences of rebellion.

I don't know if I'm making sense here. Again, this is informed by personal experience and I can't claim to be unbiased. But I see so much internalization with Aziraphale. He literally can't even accept praise without being nervous as hell, and I don't think it's fear of punishment or ridicule that's his primary motivation. He simply cannot ever be good enough for himself.

That's how they get you.

Anyway, I think it's why his reaction to disaster is the opposite to Crowley's, why he feels he has to turn and face it and somehow avert the horror (or, alternatively, find some way to reconcile it in his head and accept it - because let's be real, that's often what happens) rather than get himself away. He's less afraid of failing his superiors than he is of failing himself. And God, who is, objectively, the biggest abuser in the entire story.

#go s2 spoilers #good omens meta #aziraphale #this internalized stuff hurts so much #and it's SO much harder to shake than other forms of trauma #breaking free from heaven isn't just not easy - it's impossible until he finally accepts that HE isn't a failure for not fixing everything #and that's the part of him that crowley can't wrap his head around #tl;dr heaven's culture is abusive to all its angels and they manifest it in different ways #and aziraphale takes it harder than any other we've seen

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t0rturedangel · 3 months

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╭ . . . 𝚆𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚕 ੭

𝐀𝐂𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄, 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐖𝐎 ; ♰ ৎ﹕𝘦𝘹𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘶𝘮

TUMBLR DECIDED TO FUCK ME SO HARD BC IT CRASHED AND I LOST ALL OF MY ORIGNAL WORK. AUGHRRRRRRRR I'M GOING TO SCREAM SO HARD.

but here is scene two as promised my lovlies, I'm sorry that it's short

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With her fall,

the cherubim went mad,

with sorrow and hate

she now sat on jagged rocks

You glared at the sky, or whatever it was above you- the bottom side of heaven? whatever it was, this place was not the earth the angels created nor was it the hell your Lucifer was dammed to but there is one thing for sure- you fucking hated this shithole. There was no life here (no life that was thriving, all the nature that could have been here is now reduced to rotten carcasses of what they used to be), just barren land with not a single soul in sight- besides yours of course though your soul was practically torn to shreds.

For endless days of your damned punishment you'd scream at the top of your lungs, begging heaven for it's forgiveness, to be let back in- making empty promises of never betraying them again. You'd sob into your hands when your voice finally gave up, your tears felt unusually acidic and whenever you did cry a weird feeling over came your senses, almost as if you had to get your hands on whatever moved- just as long as it didn't watch you. Eventually, when your crying sessions would end, you'd make an attempt to fly to heaven though their skies, those clouds you'd always rest on, the clouds you and Lucifer would fly through in utter glee were now so far to reach, no matter how fast and strong you flew. For hours, you'd manage to make your wings fly and then- they'd give up, your feathers simply gave up just as much as you did then once again you'd plunge down into the mossy yet rocky ground.

˓˓ HEAVEN! ʾʾ you screamed out as you fell ˓˓ HEAVEN FORGIVE ME! I BEG YOU! ʾʾ though as always your words were never heard, you were sure they could hear you- at least even some of them, perhaps St. Peter?... yeah you heard of him, you heard of his arrival- from who or where you cannot remember but you knew he was now by the gates of heaven allowing good moral souls to enter- GOD FUCKING DAMN IT YOU ARE MEANT TO BE WITH THEM! those shitbags dont care about anyone but them, they're selfish little fucks who only want to see the good- never the bad! Cant they open their fucking eyes to see that they aren't perfect?!

Sharp rocks dug into your back as you landed on them for the umpteenth time for that day, or week, or month- you didn't know any more, time was a concept you lost the knowledge to a while go, as much as other things. Your old social behavior was sure to have faltered, gone wrong, your mind had probably twisted into something horrific. That Cherub that once thrived is now dead, in her wake a new angel- a weeper angel now takes her place.

Now with heaven's ignorance and silence

the weeper lost hope for salvation,

and then she turned to the ground beneath her feet

Out of sheer anger of the lack of reply from the heavenly skies, you kicked yet another rock out of your way- while flying from where it once stood the rock broke into several pieces. It's been so long. So long of you begging and pleading with heaven for one more chance and they have done nothing but ignore you, you'd tried so many times to reach out to them you flew for hours- screamed for days- wept so loud you were sure all three worlds could hear you crystal clear. ˓˓ GOD DAMNIT ʾʾ kicking more things you looked above you ˓˓ CAELO TE DAMNO! TE ANGELOS PATHETICUS OMNES ʾʾ 〔 DAMN YOU HEAVEN! DAMN ALL YOU PATHETIC ANGELS 〕 if heaven will not answer your calls, then you'll turn to hell. While yes, you saw Heaven as a choice first it was mainly because you could not bare to see Lucifer again, after you failed to keep his place in heaven he would surely hate you, he's want you to suffer but seeing as even heaven will not take you- Hell was your only chance of escapism, but how would you get there? Would you be able to stomp onto the ground with such power that the ground would crack and open up?

Perhaps not, after all what if you end up on the earth's land- with humans, eugh, the thought of them makes your stomach twist, full of virtue or full of vice they were disgusting mortals- your presence would send them into insanity, they'd all go mad and kill one another and plus they were dirty, vile creatures- you felt that if you even saw one, they'd end up dead by your hands. Something was wrong with you, you never thought that way before. It was this isolation that was breaking your mind, you needed to get out and fast.

again, but how? There was no way you were willing to break the ground, and the only other way to even get there was through the extermination- yes this was another thing you were aware of, after all Angels needed to pass through your current home to get to hell, so maybe just maybe while they're flying through the portal you'd be able to sneak in too. There was only one problem, you dont know where the portal appears, it never appears in the same place and whenever it does appear you're too far away.

But, it was your only chance and you had to take it, or else you'd go truly mad, turn into a beast and kill anyone and anything you set your glossed over eyes on. Now the waiting game begins, though it wont take long at all- the last extermination was 350 days ago, you counted. Only 15 days left until you could be free from this torture.

Forget heaven, forget it all- now hell is your new destination.

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𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳 ⠆(want to be reminded when I post a new chapter? Lmk!) ⸺ @reverse-soe @jellibean2018 @aliazy @sugarrush-blush @littledolly2345 @immahuman @marsilis @c0sm1cstqrsx @redqueeen99 @persephosposts

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man3at3r-mp4 · 3 months

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𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖔𝖋 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖆𝖒𝖇 𝖍𝖍 𝖝 𝖒𝖆𝖑𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗 - 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 Ⅱ - 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒆

Prologue Chapter 3.5

Chapter 1

Chapter 3

Charlie = underlined

Y/n = normal

Both = italics

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐁𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐞

𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫

↻ ◁ II ▷ ↺

1:35 ───ㅇ───── 3:47

It's been 3 hours and you're already exhausted...okay well maybe not exhausted, but you were definitely bored.

You sighed, leaning your chin on your palm, as you listened to Liam go on about something, probably about how late you both were? You don't know, you stopped listening.

You glanced out the window, to see the 'busy' streets of Heaven. You were able to see what seemed to be a group of friends, laughing and talking with one another. You frowned, you wish you could be enjoying smoothies with Miko, Elijah, and Molly. They were really your only friends.

Yeah, despite being the prince of Heaven, you didn't have many friends. Part of that due, to Sera's insistence of not letting your travel far without super vision. But I suppose, trying to sneak out of heaven every chance you get to go outside is worthy of such a consequence. Well, maybe when you were younger it was an okay punishment, but you're an adult now. You don't need to be supervised like a child.

But like I said, that's only part of the reason. The second being, the friends you tried, or rather Sera forced you to try and make...felt fake. Not to say, they were twisted or two faced. They probably weren't, most likely just some overly excited heavenly resistance being able to meet the famous prince of heaven. However, that didn't mean it didn't get annoying. Whether they had good intentions or not, they made you feel an object..something pretty to ogle and admire. Like an expensive piece of art, a middle class soccer mom would buy, and hang up in the parlor to "impress" her friends, when it really it was to make them envious she was able to afford something so priceless.

It all felt fake, artificial whatever. You've grown accustomed to it, people want to be your friend but they don't want to be your friend. You've come to realize that soon enough, so your feelings wouldn't be so hurt and eventually they didn't and you've came to terms with that.

Everybody loves you, but nobody likes you.

As you were wallowing in your own self pity, you failed to notice Liam, who was desperately trying to get your attention.

"y/n.....y/n!....Y/N!!!!" You finally snapped out of it, the loud volume of Liam's voice effectively spooking you as your entire body went rigid, before you flopped to the floor like a fish.

"Oh dear! Your highness, are you alright?" The Angel cried, as he rushed to your side. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you!" He says, clealry panicking as he helped you stand up.

You rubbed the sore spot on your forehead as you mustered a pained smile, "I'm fine Liam, no need to worry about me" you patted him lightly on the shoulder to reassure him before taking a seat back on the chair.

"But I caused you harm!"

"It was an accident, Liam you're fine! I'm not about to damn your soul to hell" you say sarcastically. You were clealry joking, but apparently Liam didn't think it was very funny, as he looked genuinely distressed.

You frowned, deadpanning,"im joking"

"Oh...well it's not very funny, your highness we don't joke about those sorts of things"

"Me, Miko and Elijah do.." you huffed under your breath, unfortunately it seemed like the other angel heard you.

"Oh do they now?" He asks, if he had eyebrows he would raising them. "They're the hairdresser and the seamstress correct?". You perked up, a bit confused.

"Yeah why?"

"Well it makes sense why you're so snappy lately, I knew thsoe two were a bad influence" he says, arrogantly. Oh, yeah that pissed you off. You weren't one to get frustrated, at least publicly but this was ridiculous. He's blaming your only friends for the reason why you having a sense of humor? You frowned, crossing your arms. You knew if you snapped at him, you would have just confirmed his suspicions and you're sure he would tell Sera, then you'd probably never see Elijah or Miko again.

"Let's just move on, Liam. We still have a shi-" a sharp look from Liam caused you to reword your sentence. "Stupendous amount of work to do" you corrected yourself, causing the other male to relax as he nodded.

"Very well, next we have your astronomy lessons" he says, as he leads you down one of the many halls of the palace.

The grimy streets of hell, the bright, obnoxious neon signs advertising drugs or porn studios, and the stink of death. All things Charlie has grown accustomed to as the princess of hell. One would think, with such an intimidating title as Princess of hell. You'd expect her to be terrifying, cold, and power hungry creature, when in reality Charlie is more comparable to a puppy...or rather a kid.

Charlie was someone you'd least expect to be the princess of Hell. She's sweet, kind, got a big heart, and she's got a passion for singing. She's literally a wannabe Disney princess, just lacking the animal side kick...well unless you count Razzle and Dazzle. But on a serious note, it's unexpected to have someone so happy go lucky as literal he'll born royalty. But what's even more shocking is the fact she started up a hotel to rehabilitate sinners. The reaction to the hotel...was less than positive. But she simply doesn't know when to quit despite being publicly humiliated on tv that her only tenant was involved with a turf war.

But like I said, Charlie has never given up. She simply doesn't know when to quit. Which leads us to now.

The princess of Hell, sitting in the lobby of the hotel, planning out another presentation about her hotel, to potential customers....the presentation really consisted of colorful messy drawings Charlie enthusiastically put together.

the room was quiet , but Charlie could swear she'd be able to hear some radio static every now and then. Which she supposed made sense? Alastor was weird, she wasn't even sure if he slept. Like at all. She shrugged going back to finishing her drawings. "Oo! Oo! Almost finished! I just need pink! Ooo where's the pink!" She said, cheerfully as she scavenged around for her pink marker. Once she found the plastic tube. She quickly uncapped it and scribbled in some doodles and a stripe of pink on her rainbow, and she was finished.

The blonde stepped back, as she held up her masterpiece in the air. "This looks great! I cant wait to show Vaggie!" She grinned, though something caught her attention in the corner of her eye; her phone was on and the Lock Screen showed a picture of her, her father, and her mother. A small frown made its way onto her face, as she glanced back at the messy child like drawings she made. She sighed, placing the papers down on the table as she picked up her phone. She sunk down into the cushions of the couch as she stared at the screen, they were so happy back then....what happened?

"Cmon Charlie, happy thoughts happy thoughts!" She tried to encourage herself. "You've got a hotel to run and sinners to redeem!"

'That is if you get any actual clients' a small voice in the back of her head, spoke but she tried to shake it away. Sure, advertising the hotel on the news wasn't the best choice. Charlie could remember getting into a fight with Katie, and the absolute humiliation of having Angel dust being shown in participating in a turf war. And sure, they haven't had much success, no other demons have joined besides Husk, Niffty and Alastor but they were all employees that were literally forced to be here.

No, she couldn't give up now. Despite the crippling self doubt. She wouldn't give up. "There's got to be someone out there who believes in this hotel as much as I do, there's just gotta be.." she whispered, as she turned to look out the window.

"There's gotta be."

Back in heaven, you were being poked with pins and needles, biting your lip as you desperately tried not to flinch away from the pointed ends.

"Ow!" You finally yelped, as the needle pricked your skin. A small droplet of golden blood dripped from your forearm, staining the white gown you wore being fitted into.

"That wouldn't have happened if you would have stayed still, your highness" the Angel fitting you said, her voice in deep concentration as she clenched another pair of pins in between her teeth.

"I'm trying to!" You pouted, trying your best to stay still. "Why am I even being fitted? Elijah is the one who picks all my clothes! Also this looks like extremely formal attire!"

"Happy you finally noticed, your highness" Liam spoke up, "you're being fitted for wedding" he stated, casually.

"WHAT?!??" You screeched, your eyes as wide as saucers. "Wedding? Wh-what?! When? How- WHy?!?" You stammered over your words.

"Your highness, please stay still.." the female Angel said once more, as she placed another pin into your outfit. You whimpered a soft 'Ow' as you felt it nick you again.

Liam smiled, "ah yes, I forgot, Sera did not tell you." He says nervously. "You're being wed! Congratulations your highness!" He summoned a scroll, this one with a picture of who you assumed would be your future spouse. Before you, you saw a beautiful woman, she had dark skin, and light purple tinted hair, styled in braids, her hair was long, length wise it could rival Rapunzels! Her eyes were gorgeous, siren shaped and a rich color of brown, or well one of them was, the other was a shade of green. You could also notice her dimples. She was beautiful, ethereal even. But you didn't know her! You didn't want to get married to a stranger.

"No!" You screamed, causing everyone to fall silent and look at you in surprise from your outburst. "I-I mean! Yes!" You stuttered over your words to try and save yourself. "She is, sh-she's beautiful but I don't know her!"

Liam looked confused, "she?" He then noticed his mistake. "Oh silly me, this is the wrong picture, you're not getting married to her, Aurora is your wedding planner.."

You jaw would have been on the floor, if it weren't literally attached to your skull.

" Why am I even getting married?! Sera told me none of us could since our life had to be devoted into making heaven and earth a better place! And romance would get on the way?"

"Well, she's changed her mind. Or rather the humans on earth did, you are the Angel to represent us down in the mortal realm y'know? And you know humans and their romances! They think it's be a good idea!" Liam explained. So what? This was just a big PR stunt? For the fucking humans?!?

"But- don't-"

"Do not being up Adam and Eve, y'know he and Eve were far from the perfect couple no matter how hard the mortals try to make it seem they were"

You sighed, "yeah..." you couldn't fight that, the fact Adam doesn't even fucking speak abt Eve, is already enough to know that even the humans on earth could see they weren't a great couple. Though, they blamed most of it on Eve.

Misogynistic pigs.

"Don't worry, Prince Y/n. Everything has already accepted and he's more than happy to be married to you! He even sent engagement gifts!" Liam snapped his fingers, and a hoard of angels came in carrying gifts. Placing them neatly in the corner before exiting the room.

You were too stunned to say anything, Gifts?!? Really?!? They sent you gifts?!? luckily your fitting was over. The Angel fitting you pulled out all the pins, making you sigh in relief, as she went to speak to Liam.

"We'll have to shrink it down to a medium, and we need to adjust the waistline, the Prince has surprisingly wide hips for a man." They both glanced at you, as you blushed in embarrassment, shrinking back as you placed your hands in your hips, and felt around.

'Damn I guess I do have those Kim kardashian hips...' you thought. Though you couldn't really tell if that's a good or a bad thing. While you were in your thoughts, you failed to notice that Liam pulled out your to do list for today. "Oh, we're late, late, late. We have twenty, maximum twenty-two minutes for your royal fitting. And then it's move, move, move to your speech at the Angelic Society. After that, we have to rush, and I mean rush, to the Heavenly Society Tea. And then there's your math lessons, your geography lessons, your science lessons..."

You sighed, as Liam began to go on and on, tuning him out as you focused your attention to look out the window. You noticed a butterfly, you're not sure how it got here, but you wished you could fly away like they could, "All my life, I've always wanted to have one day just for me. Nothing to do, and for once, nowhere I need to be" you placed your face in your palm.

"With no lessons, lords or lunches Or to-do list in the way" as you went on, your voice grew a bit louder to drown out Liam's rambling as you snuck away, desperately trying to loosen the tightness of the outfit you wore.

"No one to say when to eat or read or leave or stay" you made your way to the balcony as you continued on, you held out your pointer finger, as the (f/c) colored, butterfly landed on your finger.

"That would be the day"

"All my life, I've always wanted to have one day for myself. Not waking up with a pile of work on every shelf" Charlie sang, as she brushed her suit jacket off, as she stood up from her spot on the couch.

"With no father in need of impressing. And no hotel in disarray" she stepped over the scattered markers on the floor as she saw something catch her attention out of the corner of her eyes. It was a butterfly, that intrigued her. You didn't see butterflies in hell. But it was a beautiful shade of cherry red, it matched her eyes.

"No hell with thousands of sinners to save" she opened the window, gently to not spook the winged creature. It eagerly flew inside, spooking KeeKee a bit. Charlie chuckled, as she held out her finger as she watched it gently land on it. "And no extermination in the way".

Her smile fell a bit as she watched the butterfly fly off her finger, as all the weight and self doubt creeped in again. "What would it be like to be..."

You watched as the butterfly flew off your finger, "What would it be like to be free?"

"Free?"

"Free to try crazy things" you looked up at the sky, dreamily with a cheeky smile on your face.

"Free from endless IOUs" the red eyed demon, cooed, as she leaned against the wall of the hotel.

"Free to fly" your ears flicked, as you watched the butterfly flutter past you and out towards the balcony.

"Free to sing"

"And marry whom I choose" you sang bitterly, as you remembered your arranged engagement you own fucking sister didn't tell you about.

"Cmon your highness, don't be so upset. This is for the greater good, you both will be an adorable couple! Helping bring hope to humans for centuries to come!" Liam said enthusiastically.

"I guess ..." you grumbled bitterly, "it's my duty..."

"Oh look! Another engagement gift!" He cooed, as another Angel sent down a gift on the growing pile. You rose a brow, a bit skeptical. "You would think that I'm so lucky that I have so many things" you crouched down to grab one of the presents, it was wrapped in your favorite color with a golden ribbon on the top. "I'm realizing that every present comes with strings" you looked at the gift solemnly, as you fiddled with the string.

"Though I know I have so little, my determination's strong" Charlie, glanced around the slightly ramshackled walls of the hotel, nervously. Before putting on a determined grin, "People will gather around the 7 rings to hear my song!" The blonde twirled, as she thrusted her arms up enthusiastically into the air.

"Now I fear I'll never be..."

"Soon, I will forever be..."

"Free"

You and Charlie both made your way back to your balconies, as you both sang in harmony. " I close my eyes and feel myself fly a thousand miles away". You both gripped the railing as you both overlooked your kingdoms; Your sunny blue clear skies and Charlie's dark and dingy horizon. "I could take flight, but would it be right?" You both glanced up at the colored butterflies fluttering around you. "My conscience tells me, "Stay"

"I'll remain forever royal" you sighed, as you closed your eyes.

"I won't give up on these sinners yet!" Charlie declared determinedly.

"Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret"

"But I'll never stop believing" Charlie cooed softly, as she looked up in the sky dreamily. She was sure there was someone up there in heaven who'd take her seriously

"She can never stop my schemes" you rolled your eyes playfully, as you leaned against the railing. Sure, Sera could try and tie you down with marriage but you weren't about to roll over and take it.

"There's more to living than gloves and gowns and threads and seams" You both sang into the empty sky, as y'all watched the butterflies finally soar away from the balcony

"In my dreams, I'll be free"

"Nice singing twink" a familiar voice snapped you out of your perfect harmony, causing you to freeze. You turned around bashfully, as heat began to rush to your face. You were NOT expecting to be caught. You were met with the familiar sight of Adam's exterminator mask, you sighed. "Good afternoon Adam..." you noticed Lute standing not far from him. "Good afternoon Lute"

"Afternoon, your highness" she replied, professionally, nodding her head in a slight bowed.

"Uh? You don't sound pleased to see me? Which is fucking crazy, since I'm ADAM y'know the-" you cut him off swiftly.

"The original dick? Yeah, I know Adam..." you huffed, crossing your arms. "What do you want anyways?" You asked, as you fiddled with the collar of your shirt.

"What a guy can't see the cute little twink he's about to put a ring on?" He asked smugly.

Your eyes widened, at those words, your form stiffening, as you processed what he had just said. Adam...is the Angel you're marrying.

Adam.....marriage you.

Adam is marrying you.

You couldn't help but let out the screech you've been holding in. Fuck that entire Disney princess ass song you sang about follwing your duty for the greater good that was when you thoughts you were marrying literally anybody else except literally FUCKING ADAM.

"OH YOU MOTHERFU-"

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@mixplara @lukerycyja-reblogs

Hey y'all, how y'all doin *nervous smile*. I'm sorry this took so fucking long, the or I am dox got deleted and then I keep rewriting the chapter cause I didn't like it and honestly I'm not not even sure if I like this version of it. Let me know if you thought the addition of the song was corny, I had very mixed feelings towards it. Cause I thought it would

Also from now updates will be every Friday, any other updates in between the week will me deciding to be a motivated bitch out of literally nowhere. <333 anyways bye pookies

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x y/n #hazbin hotel x male reader #hazbin hotel x reader #vivzieverse #vivziepop #hazbin alastor #hazbin angel dust #adam x reader #angel dust #x male reader #charlie morningstar #adam hazbin hotel #x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel charlie #blood of the lamb #man3at3r.mp4 writes

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restinslices · 7 months

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If Bi-Han Was A Sub

Let it be known I'm a Virgin. I'm Bisexual and Bi-myself. I get no bitches. Absolutely zero play. So take everything I say with a grain of salt. No pronouns used. Mentions of sex from behind but that could be a dick or a strap on. Whatever fits your fantasy. And obviously MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. SCHOOL IS IN SESSION. READ A BOOK.

I know the chances of Bi-Han being a sub are pretty low. I get that. I understand why people write him as a Dom… but if he wasn't-

I don't think he would come out and say this is what he wanted. Most likely it just kinda happened? You guys just kept having sex and you noticed he let you take the reins, and you just kept seeing how much you could get away with.

When you do eventually bring this up he's like "what are you talking about? I'm not a fucking sub". Sir-

I feel like you'd keep the same position and role, but it wouldn't actually have a label. It'd take awhile for him to actually say he takes the submissive role.

I also don't think he'd make initiating sex a big deal. Some people try really hard to seduce their partner and I can see him just coming up to you and saying "I want you".

Having this big man under you and listening to everything you say though? Heavenly.

That's a fucking lie. Why? He's stubborn and disobedient

Kuai Liang gives ready to serve, this MF gives off ready to get on your nerves

What's wild is that he does this shit on purpose.

This the same guy who keeps reminding Tomas he's an orphan. Trust me, this bitch is petty. Unnecessarily so.

I feel like he'd do shit to piss you off because A) he's petty. B) he likes seeing you pissed off. And C) he's into punishments.

We can all tell this man is not fragile. So roughhousing is definitely encouraged and appreciated. Realistically, there's a good chance he's stronger than you and could just flip shit if he wanted, but he doesn't. Honestly though, in my head that would add to the fun for both of you. The fact he could physically stop all this, but chooses not to.

This concept would especially get milked if he was being punished.

He would start mouthing off and you'd be like "if you hate this so much, why not stop me? You're strong enough to". He'd have no real response because he had no legitimate reason.

"You know what I think? I think the Grandmaster is just like every other man; a slut who needs to be put in his place".

However, if there is something he doesn't like, he has no problem with telling you. You wouldn't have to worry about secretly hurting him or making him feel like shit because he'd let you know immediately if you were taking it too far. Obviously you'd apologize, and he'd just tell you to make sure it didn't happen again.

Things I'd think he'd be into is impact play, rough sex, dirty talk, restraints, temp play, overstimulation, masochism, and probably some more shit I can't think of. I feel like his kink list is like when someone pulls out a small scroll, then it turns out that bitch is long and hits the floor. I feel like he'd also enjoy humiliation to an extent. He doesn't want to be embarrassed in public, but if you made him beat off in front of a mirror while you watched, he wouldn't be against it.

Idk why but he really gives me "hit me harder vibes". You'll think you're hitting him hard but then he'd ask you to hit him harder.

"Harder" probably explains his entire vibe. He pisses you off to make your life harder. He wants you to hit him harder. Be harder on him when he breaks a rule. Fuck him harder. Just be harder. He's not easily breakable. He can handle it.

I just really feel like he enjoys rough sex from behind. Probably finds that shit relaxing.

I feel like the punishment he'd absolutely hate would be orgasm denial. One night is already tough but when you won't let him cum for an extended amount of time? Torture.

He gives off the vibes of someone who wants constant sex, so cutting him off would be hard. I feel like this is the only rule he for sure wouldn't break because he knows you'd just reset the amount of days he can't cum for.

Aftercare with him would probably be difficult because he wouldn't say what he needed. He's good at telling you when he's uncomfortable with something, but isn't good at saying exactly what he wants when you're done. He's just not used to being pampered and thinks asking you to do things like cuddle with him is embarrassing.

It's obviously not though, so you make sure to take care of him.

He appreciates it, even if he won't say he does.

He makes sure to care for you as well. He's an asshole but he's not that big of an asshole. If you're warm from all the moving, he'd cool you down. He'd probably try to get up to run you a bath and you're like "sit the fuck down".

Probably enjoys silence afterwards. I don't mean he doesn't wanna hear you or he wants to pretend you don't exist. He just enjoys feeling your presence there and the sound of whatever is outside.

An afterthought I just had. Bi-Han grunts, Kuai Liang moans loudly, Tomas probably whines.

I know I should be writing Liar pt 2, and I am. Unfortunately the voices have taken over so this came out first. Might make another part, maybe a short Drabble. Idk. I do know that I will make one of these for Kuai Liang and Tomas.

#bi han #bi han x reader #subzero #Subzero x reader #Bi han mk1 #Bi han smut #subzero smut #Sub subzero #Sub bi han #Mk1smut #mortal kombat smut #sub character #Fact he ain’t real is some bullshit because I need him #Mdni

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ameliora-j · 2 years

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𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕥 // 𝕖𝕞 𝕩 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕩 𝕤𝕙

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 → your bedroom shares a wall with your roommate steve’s. unbeknownst to you, he listens in every night, fucking his hand to the sinful sounds you make while your boyfriend fucks you within an inch of your life

𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕥 → riding, hair pulling, masturbation (m!receiving), drugs, pervert!steve, roommate!steve, listening in on sex(?), orgasm denial. choking, dom!eddie, dark!steve, lmk of anymore! 18+ ONLY

𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕤 → 965

𝕒𝕟 → babe wake up, ameliora-j finally posted a new fic

sick | part two 𐐪𐑂 twisted | part three

tucked against eddie’s chest as some random black sabbath album played loudly in an attempt to drown out the sounds you were letting out as his cock hit that heavenly spot inside of you repeatedly. your nails dug deep into the blades of his shoulders as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. “fuck eddie” you whimpered softly. you were riding him, but in truth you were quite useless in the situation as he was the one doing most of the work. the blunt the two of you had just shared left you pliant, allowing him to do all of the work.

“that’s it baby, can feel your gorgeous little cunt—fuck—squeezing me so nicely. so—shit—so tight” he breathed as he tugged your hair to pull your head back so that he could suck beautifully dark hues into your neck.

unknown to you, your roommate could hear each and every one of your gorgeously sinful sounds. you sounded so wrecked. and he couldn’t help but wish it was his cock splitting you open every night instead of eddie ‘the freak’ munson. his pants and boxers were pulled down to his ankles, his hand wrapped tightly around his own cock, stroking ferociously as he imagined his hand was your pussy. he knew without ever seeing it that it’d be the most beautiful pussy he’d ever laid eyes on.

he didn’t even need any lube, the head of his dick leaking immense amounts of precum to make enough lubrication to easily guide his hand up and down. he’d learned your sounds, knew exactly what sounds you’d make when you were just nearing the edge and constantly timed his end to be with your’s, some nights edging himself for hours on end when munson felt particularly sadistic, forcing you to hold it in as he ravaged your poor little cunt. “fuck yn” steve grunted, unable to stop himself from bucking into his hand as he listened to your moans.

he felt disgusting. sick and perverted, but he just couldn’t stop himself. you sounded so beautifully fucked out, and he couldn’t help but wish he could see you. your hips stuttering and breathless pants coming out. your pretty little whimpers and the way you’d bite your lip to try and keep quiet. the way your eyes probably rolled back in your head when you fell apart. and the helpless little whines you’d let out when eddie told you that you couldn’t cum yet. those nights felt like a punishment for both you and steve, yet you’d never be able to know that you were punishing your roommate as well.

“eddie… eddie please ‘m gonna cum” you whimpered softly. you uselessly attempted to swivel your hips to get him back to that heavenly spot. his ringed hand wrapped around your throat, beautifully cutting off your air supply as he smirked up at you through hooded eyes.

“beg” he demanded simply. you whined loudly, tears cascading down your cheeks like a flowing river. you weren’t against begging, especially not in this state. you’d do anything to please eddie. to be his good little cocksleeve as he puts it. your head was swimming in lust and all you wanted was to cum. to fall gloriously off that cliff in a way that only eddie could make you.

so beg you did. stuttering and babbling out useless nonsense mixed in with pleas and his name. sobbing harshly from the exertion of holding back your orgasm as eddie looked up at you with a sadistic smirk playing on his lips. almost like he knew something you didn’t. “cum now.” he commanded “let stevie boy hear how gorgeous you sound when you cream on my cock.” you have no idea why he continued to speak, for the second he uttered the word ‘cum’ you were already falling apart. your pupils dilating so that no color could be seen except black and your vision going white as you screamed his name out in pure bliss, creaming on his cock just like he had asked you to.

steve’s ears perked up when he heard eddie say his name. he had no time to process it further, however, as his cock had already begun spurting the second he heard you scream out and bliss. “god fuck shit” he grunted loudly as he blew his load. he tried to be quiet, truly he did, but eddie heard it all. and listening to steve ‘the hair’ harrington cum simply on eddie’s command enacted his own orgasm. the three of you sat, steve in the room just behind the wall of your’s, moaning out in pure bliss as each of you rode out your orgasm.

steve had never cum so hard in his life. it went everywhere. spurting onto his abs and up to his chest, even making his thighs a sticky mess as his balls clenched up and his head weeped with small remnants of his cum. he whimpered quietly as he continued stroking, simply torturing himself as he rode out his orgasm. his hips bucking erratically, unable to decide whether his cock wanted more or less.

he squeezed his eyes closed. panting in an attempt to steady his breathing. “fuck” he breathed. the freak definitely knew steve was listening in on your nightly sessions with eddie. and steve couldn’t decide whether it was a good thing or bad thing.

meanwhile, eddie sat on the other side of the wall, trying to decide what to do with this new found information that the hair fucked his hand to the sounds you and eddie made in bed. he had both of you wrapped around his gorgeously ringed finger. knowledge is power. and eddie simply couldn’t wait to use this power he had over steve to both your and his advantage.

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John + Solomons!sister thoughts:

This chaotic woman babysitting his kids. At this point all of them call her "Aunt y/n" ❤️. The thing is she can't control herself so, she's telling them a story but in the same way Alfie did with her (can you imagine Alfie telling bed stories to his little sister? 🫠) Well, so, she's telling them something like: "then the princess, who was in the fucking castle, was forced to marry this man . He was a cunt! A fucking cunt..."

And in that moment John returns, and he's wtf! 🤷‍♀️. That's not the kind of language to use in front of his kids! But they're so happy listening to her that in the end he let her finish the story 😂. Probably he joins his kids, too.

The Runaway (Partners in Crime AU)

John Shelby x Y/n Solomons

GIF credit @alicent-targaryen

Read previous part Shots Fired

John sat in pensive silence, hands clasped in his lap as his older brother’s shadow passed over him threateningly. He felt like a child waiting for punishment, but no one could make him feel worse than the condemnation that came from within. His mind had been on your disappearance all day.

“What the fuck were you thinking, John?” Tommy said pacing the floor as he pinched the bridge of his nose harshly.

“I swear it wasn’t my idea, Tom. You know what she’s like,” John protested.

Tommy stopped in front of a chair, fingers curled around the back tightly as he glared at his brother, “Is that what I’m supposed to tell Alfie?”

John looked away in defeat, shoulders hunched. Why did you have to be so bloody stubborn, he wondered, anger bubbling up inside of him. When he’d gone to check on you yesterday, the nurse told him you’d discharged yourself hours earlier. He’d flown into a rage, overturning the bed and table until she handed him a letter between shaking fingertips, begging him to leave.

“Tell me once more,” Tommy insisted.

“Here, read it for yourself,” John answered with a huff. He fished the note from his coat pocket and tossed it across the kitchen table. It was creased and torn at the edges from where he’d already read it many times over, trying to discern meaning from your cryptic words.

Tommy snatched it up, scanning the hastily scribbled writing and squinting in the dim light at your poor penmanship.

I couldn’t stay here. I have a personal matter to settle, but I’ll see you again in a familiar place when I'm done. I owe you a black eye and two kisses xx

“The fuck’s she on about, eh?” Tommy said, hurling the paper back at his brother. “What place?”

John simply shrugged, too exhausted to speculate.

Tommy narrowed his eyes suspiciously. “Were you two fucking? If so, you need to tell me now.”

John’s body pitched forward with a burst of laughter. “Oh, fuck off, Tommy!”

Growing irritated Tommy stormed out, calling over his shoulder, “Find Y/n, NOW! Before Alfie finds out about this!”

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Three weeks later…

“You won’t believe what happens next!” you tease out slowly, watching the little faces gathered around you.

“Does he find the princess?” Clara asked, clutching her teddy bear.

“Yes! But that’s not all! Cheeky bastard leans over for some heavenly bliss,” you said, kissing your hand to demonstrate dramatically.

The children shrieked and squealed before Katie piped up excitedly, “He kissed her?”

You nodded, “I mean…not a proper snog cause she weren’t awake. And, more importantly, girls, he didn’t ask! A lad’s gotta treat you with respect,” you reminded them with a wag of your finger.

“Can we please have another story after this one?” William interrupted, chubby hands pushed together pleadingly.

“You tell stories better than daddy,” Katie proclaimed with a giggle.

Following the sound of his children's laughter, John climbed the stairs quietly. His heart thundered in his chest as he strained to listen for the female voice he knew well. A thousand questions crossed his mind, but the relief he felt quieted them all as he caught a glimpse of you from the hall.

You shifted in the small bed to make yourself more comfortable, adjusting the sling that held your bad arm. “No, this is the last one. I’m cream crackered!” you said, stifling a yawn.

“Why do you talk funny?” Katie asked, her lisp adorably more pronounced.

“Why do you?” you countered defensively.

“I can’t help it, I’m missing my front teeth,” she replied sweetly, opening her mouth wide to reveal a wide gap.

You leaned forward to examine her, pinching her chin between your thumb and forefinger. Nodding thoughtfully you exclaimed, “Oh, right. Got a man down at the bakery who looks like you. He’s called Walter.”

“Is Walter getting new teeth like me?” Katie asked hopefully.

You furrowed your brow and shook your head, “No, I don’t think so.”

John leaned against the door frame watching you with his children. He was somewhat surprised to see this softer side of you, though he always knew you must have one. He watched the corners of your eyes crinkle into a smile as you continued joking with the children and he found himself smiling as well.

“I feel sorry for Walter then,” Katie said, big blue eyes looking up at you sorrowfully.

“No, don’t trouble yourself, love. He’s a right cunt,” you said matter-of-factly. "And a dirty little snitch as it turns out. Do you know what we do to them?"

John leaped forward. “Alright, bedtime!” he announced. “Y/n, can I speak with you?”

You looked up, realizing he was home. “So you finally found me,” you said with a grin. “Did you come for those kisses?” you teased as you rose to greet him, batting your lashes at him playfully. The children whooped in delight, jumping up and down as they watched both of you carefully.

“Bed!” John instructed, pointing for them to lie down. Guiding you out into the hall, he closed the door to their room and when you attempted to walk away from him, he pulled you back to him demanding, “Where the bloody hell have you been?”

“You speak to me like that again and it’ll be a black eye for you, understand?” you warned him.

“Alright, calm down,” he said, relinquishing his grip on your wrist. “I was worried,” he admitted in a quiet voice.

Crossing your arms over your chest, you looked down at your feet and nodded in understanding. “M sorry. Sabini’s men came looking for me at the hospital. I had to leave.”

“Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve taken care of it,” John said lowly.

Your eyes flicked up to his, a sudden spark lighting within you as you shook your head at him. “I don’t need you to fight my battles for me.”

John ran a hand through his hair in exasperation. “Fine, you don’t need me,” he said, pushing past you to take the stairs two at a time.

You followed after him into the kitchen where he was noisily opening cupboards to distract himself from your rejection.

“That’s not what I meant. I’m good at what I do so I don’t need my man to rescue me every time I’m in trouble, John."

“Oh, fuck off, Y/n!” he shouted, spinning around to look at you. "I may not be your man, but I'm still your partner. Why can't you trust me?” he asked, chest rising and falling quickly with his rapid heartbeat. You meant more to him than any woman had since Martha and he couldn’t understand why you insisted on shutting him out.

You stood staring at him, a lump in your throat in place of an explanation. Why were you like this? Was it years of working for Alfie or the fear of admitting you cared about someone? You couldn’t say. You’d never been good with words, but you had to try or this might be the end of your friendship.

“Look, I’m shit at telling people how I feel about them, alright? I learned everything I know about family from Alfie and you know what a numpty he is,” you let out a desperate laugh that fell flat when you saw John’s wide eyes staring back at you. “I couldn’t risk Sabini hurting you too. You’ve got kids to think of!” you said, eyes welling with tears. “I don't have anyone so it wasn't as much of a risk for me. You think I don’t trust you, but I’d fucking die for you, you arsehole.”

John exhaled the breath he’d been holding listening to you and rushed to embrace you, letting you cry into his shoulder. “Hey, you’ve got me. You’ve got all of us," he assured you as he stroked your hair gently. "Promise me you won’t do that again. I couldn’t lose you.”

You nodded against his shoulder, wiping your tears away with the back of your hand as embarrassment washed over you. John loosened his grasp on your shoulders and stepped back to give you space. Digging into his pocket, he bit his lip before offering a handkerchief. Looking up at you with a mischievous glint in his eye, he attempted to lighten the mood. “If you’re going to come round more often to see the kids, stick to bedtime stories, yeah?”

You hiccuped out a little laugh asking, “No small talk?”

“Not if it’s about Walter,” he joked, looking away with a chuckle.

You blew your nose into the hanky as you mumbled, “Sleeping Beauty again, I reckon.”

John winced, “I hate that one.”

“Says the man who grabbed the tit of an unconscious woman,” you retorted playfully.

“How many times do I have to apologize for that? I did save your life that night you know!” John said, voice tinged with mild irritation.

A smile slowly began to creep over your face as you brought your hand up to caress his cheek softly, “Thank you, Barney.”

His bright blue eyes searched yours and found a sincerity he'd never seen before. “You’re welcome, alley cat," he whispered into the stillness of the night. His term of affection made you feel warm and comforted and for once you didn't feel like dismissing it with a joke or running away.

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essekknits · 6 months

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Fu Yao and Nan Feng are probably the only way Mu Qing and Feng Xin can allow themselves to let out some steam and really be themselves, you know? Like, they’re Heavenly Officials. They have to maintain face, especially in the early days when they were so heavily associated with Xie Lian (“the laughing stock of the three realms”), and his reputation affected theirs, and especially Mu Qing, who didn’t have an impressive background to lean on. I’m sure at least at first, they were heavily scrutinised for their connection with Xie Lian. Everyone waiting for a weakness to exploit and ridicule.

But the little Middle Court officials from their palaces? They weren’t so heavily scrutinised. So Fu Yao can roll his eyes and Nan Feng can cuss people out and they can very freely fight and argue and actually be themselves without it actually being a scandal or Heaven’s latest amusing gossip.

And when Xie Lian returns, with all the complexities that brings, with all the ugly emotions and complicated reasonings and power dynamics… he’s at his weakest, and they already left him at his weakest once. They owe him nothing, not anymore, but… Mu Qing is curious, and Feng Xin is worried, and they want to figure out who he is, eight hundred years later.

And after seeing that, after seeing him deal with Xuan Ji and the civilians and the little boy with Human Face Disease, after seeing he is still fundamentally him, insufferably kind and sharp as a whip even as he plays dumb, when they hear he encountered Hua Cheng, a ghost that haunts their more recent nightmares, now that White No-Face was vanquished…

Of course Feng Xin forgives his debt.

Of course, as soon as they hear a whiff of trouble, hear him asking a question in the Array instead of interject with an awkward tidbit no one asked for in an attempt to be friendly, they show up at his side, as Middle Court officials once again, ready and wanting to keep an eye out for him.

They can’t do these things as Nan Yang and Xuan Zhen. They are busy generals with territories to protect and reputations to maintain and a lot to do. They can’t drop everything just to help an old friend.

But if their deputies Nan Feng and Fu Yao sneak out to help…

Well, their insubordinate deputies can be punished internally, after all. No one needs to know it’s something they wanted.

Nan Feng and Fu Yao are a reflection of things Mu Qing and Feng Xin want to do but can’t.

#heaven official's blessing #tgcf #feng xin #mu qing #xie lian #nan feng #fu yao #tgcf novel spoilers

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𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁; 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟthe dearest collection - part one/beloved 𓆩♡𓆪 part two/prized 𓆩♡𓆪 part three/devoted 𓆩♡𓆪 part four/desperate 𓆩♡𓆪 part five/blind 𓆩♡𓆪 part six/watcher 𓆩♡𓆪 part seven/ardor 𓆩♡𓆪 part eight/fervor this is very heavily inspired by @//clusterfuck-yandere's yandere leon headcanons; please check out their works. this is something of a love letter to their puppy obsession series.

yandere leon s. kennedy headcanons; reader is a survivor of raccoon city. tw: general yandere behaviour, stalking, harassment, ptsd, mentions of panic attacks, entrapment, delusional thinking, notes: Leon doesn't know Selia's name, nor does he care to; thus, she's referred to as 'your coworker'.

˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ aaa this took longer than i thought! i got caught up in things :( but no matter! there's going to be a poll coming out sometime tomorrow; please have such an enthusiastic response to this poll as you did the last one!! it will determine the fate of You and Leon!

things were going great.

♡ Leon had been walking you home almost every closing shift you had.

♡ you'd been inviting him over more often, and even though you were having him in your bed anymore, this was just as good.

♡ he kept on trying to show just how good of a boyfriend he could be.

♡ he'd try anything for you, even stuff he sucked at.

♡ cooking? sure, he burned it every time (or had some other strange disaster), but he'd pay for something even better that he knew you'd like.

♡ every time, it was like he was jumping up and down, waving his arms; look, look! he was a provider! he could support you! you wouldn't even have to leave your house!

♡ flowers? for sure! he'd get the stuff that florists would point his way, and granted, it was probably a racket for him to spend money, but he didn't mind.

♡ cleaning? for sure! that's one thing he actually enjoyed doing, and he'd get it done in record time.

♡ he tried absolutely everything.

but that perfection couldn't last forever.

♡ your coworker got jealous.

♡ he never really liked her. she seemed too snotty and a bad influence on you, even if she made you laugh.

♡ Leon knew you were perfect. he knew others would want you.

♡ why was he so naïve to think that would never happen?

♡ but then the worst possible outcome began happening.

♡ you started pulling away.

♡ he knew you weren't doing it on purpose! you weren't doing it to break his heart!

♡ he knew it was that nasty, jealous, vindictive bitch was behind it.

♡ when he would come in, she'd lie about where you were or whether or not you'd came in. and he'd know she was lying because he saw you clock in!

♡ she'd say you were in trouble for something, but he knew you weren't because you were never in trouble.

♡ he'd leave, because how would he be able to work around that he knew?

♡ he, at very least, knew you had been working in the back more often, and he just knew it was your coworker hiding you away.

♡ he was bitter.

♡ never at you, of course. you were perfectly innocent in this entire situation.

♡ but your coworker?

♡ she needed to go. stat.

♡ he, truthfully, was ashamed how quickly he was ready to resort to dirty tactics.

♡ but he didn't start this war. he was just going to finish it.

♡ Leon started trying to intercept moments that your coworker would insert herself into.

♡ but he was foiled, every time.

♡ power conveniently went out in your building? he'd go rushing to your door, only to find you giggling at something your coworker was saying.

♡ you were closing tonight? he'd cut his workout short and haul ass to the bakery, only to find your coworker opening the door, shooting him a shit-eating grin.

♡ after the heavenly dream he was walking with you before, this was a downright nightmare.

♡ he couldn't feel you anymore, see you smile at him, or even stand nearby.

♡ he had nothing.

unfortunately, this also meant he had nothing to lose.

♡ he went from 'strange and unusual punishment' to 'illegal tactics used against journalists' in a heartbeat.

♡ he began editing faux police reports directed at your coworker. theft? robbery? harassment? assault? it had it all.

♡ STRATCOM resources were unparalleled.

♡ his plan was to slowly release the information to the owner of the bakery, steal some cash (which would appear conveniently in your apartment for your benefit), and the rest would write itself.

♡ she'd be out of your life, out of the way, and he'd be able to get right back on track.

♡ but then he had a terrible realisation.

♡ your coworker was still your friend, after all.

♡ a vision of your pretty eyes filled with tears came to him, and he (reluctantly) realised he would have to avoid the nuclear option. for now.

♡ he knew, then, what he had to do.

♡ he had to talk to you. one on one.

♡ the idea of talking to you after so long was thrilling, to say the least.

♡ he thought of every possible outcome he could.

♡ if you thought he was going to hurt you (he'd never!!) and you tried to bolt to the door, then he'd have to figure out how to block it.

♡ he'd have to ask you to let him in first, but would you really? maybe it'd be better to get in with the spare key again.

♡ he couldn't mess up his speech either, so he'd bring flashcards. he always found them helpful back in the police academy.

♡ he'd get dinner, he'd clean up the place, get candles, flowers!

♡ he'd go the whole nine yards to try and convince you that he was worth having in your life.

♡ he didn't want to wear a suit, in case things got complicated (what if you tried something crazy like diving out the window?!), but he still wanted to look nice, so he defaulted to a black turtleneck and some nice pants.

♡ if he was lucky, it would look just like you had an apologetic husband. give or take a couple of weights to block the door off of with.

♡ it only took two days to get everything ready.

♡ you had walked yourself home (you were so brave, he loved that), and when you walked into your apartment, you didn't even notice him in the kitchen.

♡ were you just that tired? poor thing. after all this, you two could nap together.

♡ you didn't come out of your room until he moved the bag to the door, as quietly as he could.

♡ but forty-nine weights weren't exactly quiet.

♡ you finally walked out, half-relaxed and perfect and freshly changed and comfortable and-

♡ your face.

♡ it was a strange mix of restrained joy, shock, concern, confusion-everything he expected. a little hurt, even, though he wasn't sure why.

♡ but as he sat on your couch, trying to keep eye contact for as long as he could, he swallowed.

♡ his hands laced together. his heart pounded in his ears.

"we need to talk."

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How would you think about how the sub afab moon boys would get punished and for what?-🥭

oohh I had so many ideas for this and sorry for responding so late and this took soo long so I just realized I forgot the afab part in Jake (and probably Marc) but I’ll make it up to you anon😭

Steven;

I don’t really think Steven would get punished as much as the others but he would get punished a lot. When he gets punished it’s either that he was so desperate that he kept teasing you throughout the day or he disobeyed your orders.

“M-mff-“ was all he could say with the gag in his mouth. His face looked heavenly with tears trailing down his cheeks and spit running down his chin. You were out with your friends that night. It was almost 10 pm when you got home. You kicked off your shoes before going inside. You thought you heard something while twisting the key but you shrugged it off. Now you knew it was real. Those sounds were coming from you and Steven’s bedroom. You were confused but the more you walked towards the room the more clear it got.

It was Steven. Whimpering-moaning even-. You first thought he was injured and slowly creaked the door open to see what was going on. And there Steven was. Not hurt, no. Far from being hurt. He was laying down on your shared bed, pants down to his thighs and part of his shirt in his mouth his cock in his hands slowly stroking. His eyes closed shut and his face flushed. “A-ah.. [name]..” Your eyes widened in shock. You opened the door fully and slowly walked towards him, not making a sound while doing so. He didn’t notice you sneaking up on him. You were standing next to him, looking at him with with an annoyed grin. “So.” you said in between his whimpers. His eyes shot open. “Now you’re disobeying me darling?” He looked at you with puppy eyes. “[n-name].. I-I’m so-“ You leaned towards his ear and gripped his jaw. “Take off your clothes.”.

And that lead you to now. You were sitting on the chair beside your shared bed, looking at Steven with that same grin. He was tied tightly(not enough to hurt) with the rope you brought out from the box under your bed. You gagged him with the same shirt he was bearing nearly an hour ago, a neon pink bullet vibe and a hitachi strapped to his dick, a heart shaped vibrating butt plug in his ass. His muffled moans and whimpers making you bite the inside of your cheek. “What’s wrong love? Can’t speak?”

Marc;

Yea I don’t think he gets punished a lot either but there are times he gets punished. When he gets punished you know he did what he did to get your attention. Weather he flirted with someone while you were right next to him or he “accidentally” sent you a record of him moaning while you were outside.

“O-Oh fuckk- Sir! Sir pl-please-“ You shoved 2 fingers in his mouth before the noise reached the neighbors. “Shut it. You wanted me to give you a good pounding right? You wanted my attention on you? That’s why I had to get us out of that bar”. “M-fffmn!” “That girl was all over you for fucks sake!” Marc couldn’t hear you. How could he with you destroying his back.

You were furious. Fucking furious. Marc brought you to this new bar to ‘help get your mind off of work’. You were so busy with your work for the past few days that you couldn’t even drink a coffee with your boyfriend. You were so busy that you couldn’t notice how your baby had been trying to get your attention for the past few days and was annoyed when he couldn’t get what he wanted. Now all of a sudden he brings you into a bar and is giggling with a beautiful woman who he says “is a very close friend”. You were done. You finished you drink with one long sip, stood up and grabbed Marc-who was now very close to the said woman- by his arm. “Come on we’re going.” You said with a stern voice. He looked at you and his face immediately changed from a shit eating grin to a worried-almost scared- look. “Get. up.” He jumped from his chair, shooting an apologetic look to the woman before he got dragged away by you. “You little shit. You knew what you were doing.” “[Name] what are you talking about? I was just chatting with an old friend.” he said with that same shit eating grin. But it ended with him looking away ashamed after you looked at him harshly.

Back to now, you were fucking him dumb into the sheets. “F-Fucckkk!-“ he screamed. “What is it? Too much? Isn’t this what you wanted?” “Ssirr n-no please fuck!!” You reached a hand to his dick and started stroking fast. “Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuccckk n-nonono please!” he screamed. You grabbed him by his curls and lifted his head up. “Color?” you asked him. “G-green..” he whimpered. You smiled and turned his head for a kiss that turned passionate quickly. He whimpered into the kiss when you started fucking him again. “C-cummingg-!” he screamed before cum spurted out from his cock for the nth time that night before he collapsed on the sheets with his cum puddling next to him. You slowly pulled out without hurting him much and kissed his forehead. “Are you okay darling?” You asked while you stroked his hair. “Mhmm” “Good boy.” you said before kissing his head again and going to geta towel to clean him.

Jake;

Oh this man got punished a lot. For whatever you can imagine. Maybe it’s because his hand ‘slipped’ and he sent a photo of his nude body or that he did whatever he could to touch your crotch and neck all day to tease you. But whichever it was, it all ended the same way.

"C-Can I stop already?"Jake said blushing furiously. He couldn’t even look you in the eye. “Why darling? You wanted me to see your body bare didn’t you.” He was lying on the bed with his back against the headboard while you sat on the armchair next to your bed, observing his every little move. He was wearing a lingerie that barely covered anything with his legs spread open. You had ordered him to finger himself. Slowly. Painfully slow. He let another while escape his throat when your gaze lifted to his face. “Look at how adorable you look. If I didn’t know any better I’d say that was one of the others who sent me that photo while I was in a meeting..” you said while leaning over. You grazed your nails on his sensitive thighs, making him let out a moan. You slowly made your way to his cock as you gave him a shit eating grin. “Stop.” you ordered him. You started to jerk him off in a fast pace, not giving him any time to adjust. He started letting out broken sobs as his thighs trembled. “S-Sir ple- *hic* please! I’m c-close.” he managed to say in between his moans. He felt the knot in his stomach tighten and tighten and just as it was about to break-! … You stopped.

He slowly opened his tear soaked eyes. “W-why’d you stop?” he said looking at you with tears in his eyes. You brought your clean hand to his cheek and wiped away his tears. “Oh baby.. Did you really think I’d let you off the hook just like that? “ You said as you got a bullet vibrator from the box under your shared bed. You brought it up to his dick and turned it on. His eyes closed again while his hand went up to your free hand making a grabbing motion. You smiled and held his hand lovingly. You went up to medium speed. “F-fuck.. Please!” he begged. You shushed his cries with praises mixed with degredation you knew that he loved. His thighs started trembling furiously as you went up to the highest speed. “F-FucK! PleaseplEaseplease!” he started begging again, desperate for release. Drool ran down his mouth as he got closer and closer to cumming. “Shitt..! I-m close please s-sir please let me cu-Fuckk!!” his begging was cut off with the release he had been begging for for minutes.

When he calmed down from his high you turned off the vibrator and set it on the night stand. As you were about to get up to get a wet towel his grip on your hand got tighter. “Don’t go..” he said as his eyes were half open. “It won’t even take a minute darling” you explained to him as you gently separated your hand away from his. You came back with the towel in less than a minute and started gently wiping him clean. When you finished wiping him you cleaned yourself and threw the towel in the laundry basket before your got in the bed next to your beloved. You pulled the covers on the both of you and landed a gentle kiss on his forehead as you hugged him. “You did so good baby..” you whispered to him. “Have a good rest now” was the last words before he drifted off to sleep.

#sub moon knight #sub jake lockley #sub marc spector #sub steven grant #dom gn reader #dom male reader #moon knight #🥭 anon #moon knight asks #moon knight x male reader #moon knight smut #moon knight fluff #top male reader #top gn reader #male reader #dom!reader

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Two Views of the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods

Unpopular opinion, probably, but... Mu Qing and Feng Xin had a point when they went to extremes to try to get Xie Lian away from Hua Cheng

even if they were wrong.

Let's look at this from FengQing's POV. The last time they saw the crown prince, he was fighting with an overpowered ghost king completely obsessed with breaking (and ultimately owning) him. White No-face genuinely believed that he was doing XL a favor with his torture. That the downfall of Xianle was all for the greater good, and that he had plans for Xie Lian related to it all. Maybe they didn't realize it was so that XL could become the perfect protege, but the unhealthy obsession was apparent.

Fast forward to now.

Xie Lian is back. He's suffered from 800 years of destitution and humiliation. He speaks casually of unspeakable pain and torture, and suddenly there's this other overpowered ghost king that brought a reign of terror to the Heavens.

And that ghost king also seems to be around (and extremely affectionate with) the prince. Hua Cheng brought the same terror to Heavenly Officials that White No-Face brought to Xianle (by design as a punishment for Heaven looking the other way...) So here XL is, back, speaking about sleeping in the same bed as Hua Cheng with a shrug. Holding his hand and snuggling up to him. Looking desperate and pained any time they are separated.

And then? As they're trekking up Tong'lu attempting to thwart a new ghost king's birth, they come across a cave full of beautifully carved statues of Xie Lian. From the God Pleasing Crown Prince to the fallen god to the drunken crying exile and finally... to the god suffering the effects of the Land of the Tender. To any but Hua Cheng and Xie Lian (and especially to Feng Xin and Mu Qing), this obsession looks dangerous. After all, was White No-face's obsession different? Maybe it wasn't, and suddenly both of them are asking the (valid) question, is this all happening again? Did Xie Lian truly get broken this time? Is he walking into the life of a kept man and sex slave of a depraved and evil ghost king who was about to achieve the pinnacle of his obsession?

So they acted the way that they thought they needed to, to get Xie Lian away from the threat. Because even after 800 years of ignoring their shame, their loyalty had never completely eroded away.

The difference between White No-face and Hua Cheng is night and day to pretty much anyone paying attention. But the thing is, FengQing didn't have the view that the readers had, didn't even have the view that Pei Ming and Shi Qingxuan had honestly. They didn't see the quiet moments where Xie Lian and Hua Cheng just basked in their little world. Didn't watch Xie Lian giggle at some joke that Hua Cheng told.

They didn't pay attention to Xie Lian, or to the fact that San Lang never tried to force Xie Lian into a mask (which WNF literally did). True, Xie Lian spent a ton of time trying to understand why Hua Cheng had chosen him, but he never so much as had his hackles raised when Hua Cheng was around.

Ironic that it made them strip Xie Lian of agency to "rescue" him.

By Tong'lu, Xie Lian was as obsessed and in love with Hua Cheng as vice versa. It meant the Cave of Ten Thousand Gods was a beautiful revelation. Ah, so this is why my perfect and beautiful and sexy and clever and best friend Ghost King chose me. And I feel so lucky that he did.

It's not something that Feng Xin or Mu Qing are equipped to understand yet. Because Xie Lian is no longer the naive ascended-too-early god pleasing prince. The hardships that he suffered in those intervening centuries made him stronger, instead of weaker.

By the time they finally defeated White No-face, and certainly in the year where Xie Lian waited, I think both of them finally had a good idea of the person he had become. I don't think either will ever be truly comfortable with Hua Cheng (which? fair. also, kinda deserved.), but they definitely can tell that Xie Lian is happy, and are happy for him in turn.

#hualian meta #hualian #tgcf meta #mu qing and feng xin kind of had a point #even though they were wrong #cave of ten thousand gods #tgcf #heaven official's blessing #xie lian #hua cheng

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Secure embrace

Gender neutral reader

Rating: sfw

Word count: 608

Warnings: implied rape (starlight incident)

Comments: Sorry for anyone wanting pedro pascal character fics. I've been reading through the lovely @blindmagdalena ‘s homelander hugging headcannon and found one about what hugging homie would be like

Gif (credit to the creator, please let me know if you dont want me to use your gif):

What a terrible day you just had, the day started off after you woke up with your back being in the most pain you've ever had before, falling on your face while trying to get your pants on, your toothpaste falling off your toothbrush and going down the sink and you spilled your coffee before even taking your first sip of the day.

It's only been your third week working for Vought and so far most of the fellow supes you work with have been good, except for The Deep, who has been harassing you ever since the first day you joined, trying to weasel his way into your pants. You stopped him and he hasn't been off your back since.

You make your way towards the meeting room for the average morning meeting to start off the day, but not before The Deep comes up to you before you are able to notice and escape away from him, being too deep in your thoughts. He starts talking your ear off, trying to show off how cool he is, how many people he saved yesterday and how many fish he looked after, obviously trying to make himself seem greater than he is. You roll your eyes and ignore him as he blabbers on.

As you try to let yourself zone out he grabs your chin and pulls it towards his face. “It's rude not to listen, you know, I should punish you for that.” He says with a sick grin. Before you're able to push him away or say something witty to shut him up, Homelander rounds the corner, noticing what's happening.

“Hey Deep, what'd I say about harassing the new supe?” He asks, The Deep, his face going white, obviously startled, looks up at him and mumbles out something about leaving you alone. “That's right! You agreed that the new supe wouldn't have the same experience that poor Starlight had. I mean who would actually want to be near your junk, aside from a poor ol’ fish you've seduced.” Homelander says, with a grin.

The Deep slinks away after being caught and being humiliated in front of you. Homelander walks up to you, placing a hand on your shoulder. “You ok?” He asks quietly “The Deep is a greasy fish fucker, I wouldn't try to worry about him, if he comes near you again, let me kno-” you cut him off with a big hug. He pauses for a second before hugging you back hesitantly, patting your back a couple times.

You take a breath, he smells pleasantly like lavender, sandalwood and vanilla, all scents you've noted to be from the products he uses to look like the most heavenly and handsome man you have ever met.

He's soft, due to the padding in his suit, yet also provides the right amount of strength to give the best hug, squeezing not too hard to hurt but not being too light either. Probably the best hug you've ever had in your life.

You let him go and he looks at you with a flushed face and a pleased yet also surprised expression. “Ahem… well I'm glad you feel better, I must've needed a hug, huh?” He asks, blinking a couple times after rubbing his neck, “Yeah, pretty shitty day so far” you say.

He looks like he's about to say something to you before the rest of the group turns up, except for The Deep. Homelander turns to them, the blush having left his cheeks and walks towards the others and heads into the meeting room with them.

You hope to see those cheeks flush up again someday.

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18+ Zhongli. “God and Courtesan — a duet that doesn’t bode well.“

Clothes were discarded haphazardly onto the floor—an offering to this union between a Mighty God and a dirty courtesan. Skin touched skin—hot and feverish—as Zhongli explored every crevice and curve that belongs to you, but which he possessively marked. Time lost its meaning within those four walls as ecstasy surged through your veins like liquid fire. Moans filled the small space, blending harmoniously with stolen whispers shared between breathless kisses.

And when dawn broke beyond the waves’ reach—casting golden hues upon an unforgiving sea of the Liyue Harbour—you both lay entwined amidst scattered sheets and dampened bodies; sweat glistened like diamonds on your flushed skin, the bites and hickeys received from the Lord of Stones is both blessing and divine punishment.

When you were lying tired after a long and intense interaction, Zhongli's gaze slid over the contours of your face — a mixture of tenderness and something far more sinful. With a knowing half-smile on lips, he bent down to trace with his fingertips the red marks left by his own teeth and hands.

"Have I tired you too much?" - a deep voice enveloped your ears, every time it was a sanada, music during the connection of your bodies. "I couldn't hold back. Just your scent awakens a dragon in me… The animal instincts that I have successfully stored for centuries, have come out because of one fragile species."

This fragile porcelain is you, but already broken into many pieces at a young age—forced to sell your body as a nighttime action with reusable use. On this bed, with always clean sheets, there was probably an ugly number of clients—men and women, residents of Liyue, and maybe even from the distant Snezhnaya.

But no one can compare with Him. Whose skin is the color of ivory, hair of a flaming chestnut, and eyes of bright amber - always attentive and passionate, like the wet dreams of the inhabitants of the Harbor. Zhongli has been your regular customer for more than a year. A connoisseur of high art has found a rare treasure in your shameful appearance—having you in his hands, God has known mortal sins and divine pleasure.

“Think about it again, my dear. This proposal will never lose its relevance.” - he rises from the bed, exposing the muscular features of the figure that always shows you what Heavenly pleasure and Hellish pain are. “I wouldn't want even a hint of someone else's touch on your body. I'm not used to sharing what I desire, especially with mortals.” - His voice has always been somewhat gruff, with its own charismatic bass that whispers obscenities to you at night.

Zhongli has repeatedly offered to become your only client, intends to provide and cherish you in a way that no other man or woman could. Indeed, it is extremely difficult to compete with the Archon who once created Mora - the currency that you accept during ‘work'. But it's one thing to sell yourself for a few hours without obligations, and another thing is to be tied to one, even if it’s an incredibly attractive and generous man.

“I've told you more than once, I want you all and only for myself.” - He puts a hefty bag of gold coins on the bedside table. When you serve Zhongli, your price list involuntarily increases several times, at his whim, of course. “And never, in my entire immortal life, have I wanted anyone as much as you.”

Running fingers through his hair, Zhongli gathers them into a low ponytail and moves to the buttons on shirt to fasten them, but doesn’t stop looking at your body, which is hidden only by thin sheets. He will never get tired of seeing you like this - bitten by him, disheveled because of him and with his sperm on your delicious thighs.

Zhongli knows it's only a matter of time before you belong to him alone, whether you want it or not. But the Deity couldn’t imagine that waiting is so tedious — and no matter how patient he is, everything comes to an end.

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