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chlorinecake · 7 months

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Ooo I loved the part 2 of CC , though my sadistic side is coming out 👀 ima need non con smut for legal line , only kissing for niki tho

777 | noncon with enha

warnings ⫘ somnophilia, unprotected sex, oral/hand jobs (f. and m. receiving), degrading, rough sex, exhibitionism and voyeurism, kissing, overstimulation, breeding kink, humiliation

pairing ⫘ enhypen x fem!reader ⫘ highly requested ⫘ less than 180 words each

tw ⫘ any hate on this post will be ignored: save your rage and keep scrolling

Nishimura Riki, your school’s recent transfer student, hated the fact that you were taken. To your classmates, Riki’s feelings towards you were obvious, but you overlooked his flirting as kindness. One day, you and your boyfriend were having lunch when Riki stopped at your table, his dominant hands forcing you to face him. “R-Riki, we’re trying to eat here—” you started before your words were interrupted by his hungry kiss, hands sliding beneath your uniform to hold you still. You whined into Riki’s mouth, pushing him away, but he didn’t let go until your angry boyfriend left the scene, and with him, everyone else. “I can't believe you just did that!" you stood and yelled, only to get your wrists pinned to the cafeteria table. “And I can’t believe you tried to hide how much you liked it,” Riki smirked, inching closer to your face. “Get off of me!” You fought, but he only cooed at your feeble attempts. “Now that your loser boyfriend’s gone, can you kiss me properly this time, or do I have to force you again?”

It was around 1 in the morning when your boyfriend Heeseung slithered behind you on the mattress, lifting the night gown over your hips. He was already hard, but the little sounds you made in your sleep only added to his desperation. Shifting your underwear, he aligned himself with your entrance, gliding past your heat as if he prepped you. You woke up after he started clinging to your tits, rocking your body with his thrusts as he left purple marks down your neck. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as Heeseung went crazy behind you, his flushed face just seconds from climaxing. “Hey, baby,” he grunted lowly, speeding up his movements, “I didn’t mean to wake you like this, I just couldn’t wait any longer.” “That doesn’t mean you couldn’t have woke me up first, Hee,” you said with a whiny voice, gripping the sheets at the feeling of his cock twitching inside you. “Fuck, baby, I’m so close,” he moaned, feeling dizzy from how tight he was holding you.

Dressed up in the most revealing outfit you could find, Jay couldn’t keep his eyes off of you as you danced near his outdoor pool bar. Lost in the music, you didn’t even realize that Jay had snuck up behind you, holding your hips in place as he pressed himself against you. “Jay, what the hell?” You retorted, not feeling comfortable about him acting this way in front of everyone. “You obviously wanted my attention, so don’t cry now that you’re getting it my way,” he whispered, taking your hand in his as he led you to the bathroom, locking the door. He sat you on the counter and started to kiss you, groping every part of your body as both of your clothes came off one by one. “Jay, this is a little fast, can we go back to the party?” You asked, trying to hide the way your hands were shaking. “Don’t worry, angel,” he smirked while slipping on a condom, “I’ll be gentle with you after round three.”

Sim Jake, your favorite fuck buddy, left you feeling sore thanks to last night’s session, but that didn’t stop him from going at it even harder the next day. You were literally sobbing, scratching his back as he fucked you near stupid. “It’ll feel better once you come baby, just stop pushing me away,” he whimpered as you bit down on his shoulder, trying to keep yourself from screaming. “Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he said, grinding into your hole and hitting all your sweet spots. “Pull out Jake,” you urged, reaching for his hips but he grabbed your arms, pinning them above your head. “Jake, I said pull out,” you whined, feeling your own climax approaching as he panted over you like an exhausted puppy. “No, baby, I need to fill you up… wanna fuck you so good that my cum spills out of you,” he groaned again. You moaned at the feeling of his seed coating your insides. His thrusts grew sloppy as he slowly hammered into you, sucking on your neck as if he was still touch depraved.

Sunghoon was feeling needy for you, but, being the dom that he is, didn’t wanna beg for it. So instead, he made his move at the dinner table… right in front of his parents. At some point for whatever reason, his parents walked out of the kitchen, leaving you and Sunghoon completely alone. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” You whined, trying to move his greedy hands away from your aching pussy. “Shut up,” he chuckled, spitting on your heat before adding a third finger to the painful mix. “Sunghoon, that’s too much!” You yelped, holding onto his shoulder. “Then I’ll make it fit,” he smirked, forcing his digits past your tightness. “Now would you stop bossing me around, princess? I’m doing you a favor here, y’know?” “But-“ your words were cut off by him shoving your lace panties in your mouth, forcing your legs open so he could work better. He rubbed your clit at a tantalizing speed, making you cream on his fingers as muffled moans filled the air.

You were currently on a zoom meeting for school when Sunoo walked in the room. “Hey baby,” you greeted as usual, but he didn’t respond, only sneaking underneath your desk and parting your legs. You were wearing a dress, so he had almost immediate access to your cunt, diving in mouth first as he tantalized your clit, nibbling, sucking, and massaging it in ways that made you twitch within the first few seconds. You tried pushing his head away, but he gripped onto your thighs, pulling you closer to his tongue. “Sunoo, not right now,” you whimpered, not even aware of all the O-faces you’d just made in front of your classmates and instructor. You slammed your laptop shut, the sound making Sunoo tighten his grip on your legs as you continued trying to escape his skilled mouth, “Just let me please you, baby, I know you’ll thank me once you finish.”

You accidentally barged in on your best friend’s brother, Jungwon, while he was masturbating in the shower. You would’ve been gone by now if it wasn’t for how quickly he pinned you against the wall. “Either you do something about this, or I will,” he whispered lowly, making your gaze fall down to his hard-on. Perhaps your answer took too long, because he was already forcing you down to your knees before him. “You can try biting me if you want to, but then I’ll just fuck you in front of her, anyways,” he groaned, pushing himself past your hesitant lips. Admittedly, you had hooked up with Jungwon before, but never while his sister was home. The thought of her walking in on you two like this made your eyes brim with tears… or maybe it was just the way his dick kept hitting the back of your throat. Clinging to his wet thighs, Jungwon threw his head back as he finished relatively quickly. Using a thumb to toy with your lower lip, he forced your mouth closed and whispered, “Swallow it.”

⫘ Thank you for reading this quick fic! I didn’t make it too aggressive because I’m still relatively new to writing dubcon?? No promises that I’ll make more content like this in the future, though! Check out my enyhpen bookshelf for more interesting reads, as always!!

⫘ P.S: if you’re one of my moots and I didn’t tag you, it’s simply because I’m not sure if you’re comfortable with this kind of content! ILY 😣

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Update 10/23/23: AHHH thank you so much guys !!

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bigfatbimbo · 3 months

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Lute and Sinner!Fem!Reader

a/n — Taking an Idea I had from a request and running with it because I completely twisted it into something else in my head.

Summary — Lute has a very homoerotic rivalry with fem!sinner!reader in the form of vague headcanons and loose storylines.

Warnings — unbareable sapphic tension, mention of injuries and blood

Let’s start off with the obvious; Lute has no idea how to process feelings for the reader.

I mean you’re literally a demon from hell, there should be nothing appealing about you in the slightest.

Unfortunately for Lute, she found absolutely everything appealing about you and this pisses her off to an insane amount.

She would spend hours trying to justify it in her head only for every excuse to fall flat. If she wasn’t already practically pulling her hair out over this, now she is.

She finds herself looking forward to the next extermination more and more. The scary part was that the reason wasn’t just because of the chance to slaughter vile demons.

She wanted to see you.

So what does every lesbian in denial do when they have complicated feelings for someone they shouldn’t? Start a rivalry.

Every extermination she seeks you out and fights you specifically

“You, vile demon! Come out here and face me!” She would absolutely make a scene as she is incredibly intense.

I feel like you would surprise her with being able to keep up with her fighting skills, or at least almost.

Like I feel like she would go easy on you at first. After all, she just wants your attention, she doesn’t actually want to kill you.

After a little bit she would actually have to start really trying in order to not actually lose.

Of course that would piss her off and turn her on at the same time, leaving her incredibly aggravated.

Maybe after a couple exterminations you would be already used to Lute and her shenanigans and you would play along.

“Hey, sweetheart, how’s heaven treating you these days?” You would tease while dodging her sharp spear.

“Don’t call me sweetheart, you demon scum!” She would hiss back at you, trying to hide her blush by violently jabbing her weapon your way.

I don’t think she would play along in your flirting at all. She wouldn’t even humor you, just get slightly more angry and flustered.

OH. MY. GOD. There would be SO MUCH unresolved sexual tension.

Obviously Lute is too loyal to heaven to give into lust so there’s just a lot of pining, lingering touches, and bedroom eyes.

Threats are definitely the main love language here.

“That’s right run! I’m going to ruin that pretty face of yours when I catch you, you vile creature,”

“Aw, Lute! I never imagined you were such a flirt,” You would wink back, thrusting your dagger towards her in a swift motion.

She dodged it and fell back, “I—I meant with my spear, you sick pervert!”

“Still called me pretty.”

“UGH, I’m going to rip your head off its shoulders!” she would storm at you and hope you dodge her blow last second.

If one of you ends up on top of the other while fighting, that would literally kill her.

You would both be so close, breathing into eachother, faces inches apart, lips slightly parted and—

“Distracted much, Lute?” You would raise your eyebrow and she would immediately switch positions and fall back into the rest of the exterminators.

I do think that as much as she pretends to hate you, she would genuinely loose her shit if one of the other exterminators hurt you.

Like she would be screaming at them.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing? You think you can just attack her like that and—“ She would realize how this looked and correct herself “—um, with that form? Can you do ANYTHING right, you useless excuse for a soldier?”

Then she would chase you off to where none of the exterminators are watching and corner you.

“I don’t have much time,” she would look over your wound, “Are you alright? Are you— are you bleeding out?”

“Well, I don’t imagine i’m in the best condition, thanks for asking,” you nod down to the where the angel stabbed you and glance back up at her.

She looked off, almost like she was genuinely concerned. Her hands would hover over the stab wound as she assessed what to do.

“What’s gotten into you?” You would inquire, trying not to wince.

“I just— well, I’m—“ she would stammer, before ripping off a piece of her uniform and pressing it against your injury. You suck in breath.

“I can’t have my favorite enemy dying from an angel who’s not me.” She would finish, trying to sound cold even though her voice was borderline wavering.

“Sounds like you’re going soft on me,” You smirk weakly.

“Never going to happen, demon,” she would almost smile at you.

There would be a moment of silence as her fingers grave your open cut and linger against your stomach.

She cleared her throat, awkwardly, “Apply pressure to the wound and clean it as soon as you can. You’ll be fine.”

With that, she would leave and go back to slaughtering demons, probably wishing she could have stayed with you.

a/n — smut of her later tonight because i’m obsessed and need her biblically (Haha)

Also you guys are so Once More to See You by Mitski coded.

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel lute #lute x reader #lute hazbin hotel #wlw x reader #rival Lute

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yanderestarangel · 6 months

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♡ 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐯𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐝𝐚 ♡

a/n: version with kuai liang here ♡

TW: angst, smut, ftm reader, aggressive sex, crying, overstimulation, v!sex, ride, unprotected sex, tomas begs for your forgiveness, afab anatomy, not reviewed.

He was always a kind, sweet and helpful man, you and Tomas lived a peaceful marriage - practically a dream marriage - however, after Tomas learned about his brother's betrayal with the lin kuei, with his father and all the rude treatment from older brother, he just lost control.

But with the wrong person.

You didn't even have a reaction as you watched Vrbada come home and freak out, breaking some things and yelling at you in the process - generating an argument between the two of you, you were both obviously hurt, so Tomas only realized the mess he had made at the wedding when he went sleeping outside the house that night, covering his ears as he heard your cry in his head.

He came back in the late afternoon of that day, with a tired face, eyes swollen from crying and above all, a look of redemption for having hurt you. He saw you sitting on the couch, also hurt and bruised - but it was his fault - and he needed to fix that.

He sighed deeply, not wanting to argue with you, but needing to talk this out "-My love, please. Let's sit down and talk about what happened. I know I lost my temper and said things I shouldn't have. I didn't mean any of it."

Tomas sat down on the couch next to you, his hand reaching out to touch yours gently. "-You know how much you mean to me, right? You are the light of my life, my beautiful boy. Please, don't push me away like this. I want to make it up to you. I promise I won't lose control again. I need your forgiveness sweetheart... " His voice trailed off as he looked at you desperately, hoping for some sign of understanding or mercy from you.

You just let the tears come out in anger, as you left Tomas, going to take a shower and try to relax, but you knew that your husband wasn't going to give up. His heart sank as he saw you that way. He knew he had hurt you deeply and was sorry for it, he follows you to the bathroom, giving you space to get comfortable.

"-I'm so sorry. Please, don't be angry with me anymore." He entered the bathroom carefully, trying to give you some space while still wanting to comfort you. "-You will always be my husband, no matter what happens between us."

He slowly took off his clothes as he got close to you, placing his hands on your body, massaging your wet skin, while whispering in your ear. "-Forgive me, please. I need you. You are my entire world."

He leaned in and kissed you softly, his lips gentle against yours, trying to convey his feelings through his actions. Tomas slowly pushed into your wet pussy, feeling your body respond to him despite your anger. He knew it was wrong, but he couldn't stop himself. "-You feel so good my boy." Tomas growled against your neck, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he drove deeper into you, enjoying the feeling of your wet pussy surround his throbbing cock.

You moaned against him, while he held you in his arms, resting one of his thighs on the side of your body, stopping you from falling - you said you hated him, but he didn't stop, pushing his shaft more and more into your pussy, the head of his cock hit your cervix several times, directly in your sweet spot.

"-That's it baby. Let it all out. I deserve your hate." He said between gritted teeth, his dick sliding in and out of your tight cunt. "-You can fucking hate me as much as you want. Just let me make you feel good, let out all your anger (Y/N) Release it on my dick Aaah- Fuuck, I love you-"

"-Say my name little angel. Say 'Tomas.' " His voice was hoarse with desire "-Tell me you love me too..." But you denied it, still conflicted with the feelings you felt for him - his heart fell when he realized that, every time you made love, you screamed his name, but that time you didn't - He continued to pump into you, his dick swelling even more as he felt his climax approaching.

"-I love you so much my baby boy. Please don't hate me anymore." He cried and growled through his tears, his cock swelling inside you as he reached the edge of orgasm.

"-Say it! Tell me you still love me!"He brought one of his hands to your face, as he looked you in the eyes, his blue eyes were full of tears, which ran down his face. His grip on your face tightened as he continued to fuck you, his hips moving faster and harder, driven by a combination of desire and desperation. "-Say it. I Beg my pretty boy..." Vrbada breathed heavily into your ear, his tears falling onto your neck as he fucked you with all his might. You couldn't help it, moaning his name like a mantra as the sounds of his thick shaft echoed through the bathroom in your pussy - "Tomas, Tomas, Tomas..." - you moaned loudly as your hips brushed against his crotch, searching still more contact with him.

He moaned loudly, his lips open, as he sped up, his balls slapping your ass. He collapsed onto your breasts, his cock still pulsing inside you, spilling thick jets as he spoke "-Yes Yes Yes! C-cuming Mmm-" desperately from the overstimulation of his member.

Tomas gave a few thrusts to prolong the pleasure, while still whimpering against your soft skin, he took a deep breath, trying to catch his breath. "-I'm sorry for everything I did... I'll do anything to make things right between us." He refused to leave you, afraid of losing you again, like sand in the desert. Tomas held you close, his arms around you as he finally found peace amidst the chaos of his emotions. "-Please stay with me, you are my husband. I need you more than ever." His voice was soft and gentle, the tears drying on his chest as he held you close.

"-Let's start again. Together..."

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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onlyhuis · 11 months

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behave!

member | jeonghan x f reader genre | smut word count | 2.1k synopsis | you like misbehaving, and jeonghan likes putting you in your place. even more so when you know you're being filmed. smut warnings | descriptions of female anatomy, mean dom jeonghan, hannie is a sadist but reader is a masochist so it works out, hate sex (spoiler: it's pretend!), heavy degredation mixed with praise, oral (reader receiving), some fingering, edging, one (1) ruined orgasm, sexual acts on camera, choking, marking, begging, spitting in reader's mouth, reader is a capital b Brat, some borderline pet play (??), maybe kinda bulge kink but only for a second, nicknames (slut, whore, bitch, puppy, angel, good girl), hannie is called sir a couple times, everything is shown to be consensual beforehand!! implied established relationship, aftercare, playful banter between hannie & reader, the ending is soft :) notes | this is payback for @duhnova and @onlymingyus because i love torturing you both. i wish i had more notes to say about this but i literally wrote it at 3am after i told yall i was going to sleep oopsies (also tagging @lovelyhan because you need to suffer too!!)

“smile for the camera, baby,” jeonghan grins mischievously, holding his phone in one hand as he traces his fingers over your stomach.

“fuck you, jeonghan!”

he tsks, index finger circling around your belly button. “you won’t get to, not with that attitude.”

you stay silent and give him a glare, watching as his fingers slowly travel lower, ghosting over your skin. he’s teasing, and both of you know it. but although there’s nothing you can do to stop it, you don’t even really want to.

he presses his hand flat against your stomach and automatically you let out a whimper, feeling the tension already beginning to build in your core and you’re not even halfway undressed yet. he relishes in your involuntary sounds, knowing that no matter how you pout and pretend to be angry with him and try to hide them from him, he knows your body like the back of his own hand and it won’t be long until he’s got you screaming his name.

he pushes harder and your hands grab at his wrist, unclear whether you’re trying to push him away or hold him in place to add even more pressure. you can’t help the way your legs slide further and further apart, wordlessly begging him to do more than he’s already doing, because it’s not enough.

“you feel that, baby?” he says, pressing the heel of his palm into your abdomen. “feel how empty you are?”

you keep your mouth shut, determined to continue being a brat as long as he’s got his camera out. you already know that watching this recording back the next time you’re horny will be a damn treat, and you’re enjoying riling him up just as much as he enjoys you doing it. misbehaving is half the fun, after all; and when the reward is so sweet, how could you resist?

jeonghan clicks his teeth, tsking at your lack of a response. “if you aren’t gonna talk, then i might as well just put this away and go on with my day. but i know my little whore wouldn’t like that, would they?”

“and why should i say anything to you?” you spit back at him, and your stomach jumps in anticipation when you see his eyes light up at your words.

his nostrils flare as he sets his phone down on the table, giving it no more than a half second of thought on whether or not he’s propped it up properly before he’s bending over you, face to face in a split second.

his hand is still flat against your stomach, and the tip of his nose presses against your cheek with how close he suddenly is to your face. his breath is warm on your lips, and your heart races as you try to guess what he’s about to say to you.

“because, i can just leave you here, soaking wet and painfully horny and it wouldn’t bother me one bit,” he says, “i know your adorable little panties are ruined right now and you’re dripping onto the fucking sheets. i could smell you a mile away like a bitch in heat, that’s how bad you want me. and if you keep acting like a fucking brat, you aren’t going to get any of me. is that clear?”

you nod without a word, knowing it’s not the reaction he wants and purposefully not giving it to him as a final act of defiance. you know him well enough to know he’s reaching the end of his patience, and you can’t keep up being a brat forever. not when you can see how thick the bulge in his pants is, not when you can see the veins popping out in his arms, not when you can see that look in his eyes when you know he’s going to fuck you so hard you’ll be feeling it for days afterward.

he sits up and his hand on your stomach flies to your chin, gripping it tightly. on instinct your lips part in compliance as he forces your jaw open and puckers his lips, violently spitting into your eagerly awaiting mouth.

he wipes the remnants of spit from around his mouth with the back of his free hand, still holding onto your jaw with his other. “when i say speak, i mean speak, bitch. if i say bark, you bark. use your words like a good puppy and i’ll reward you, but disobey me and i’ll make you regret every second of it.”

jeonghan lets go of your mouth and you exhale a shaky but excited breath, this time quick to give him an answer. “yes, sir.”

he leans over you to adjust his phone on the nightstand, eyes narrowing with a sly smile. “now that’s a good girl. see how easy that was?”

“yes, sir,” you answer again. you know this part of the routine; he doesn’t do rhetorical questions, and you know better than not to answer him now.

when he’s satisfied with the camera’s placement he leans back down over you, his lips just centimeters above yours. this time you can’t hide your whines, and he coos. “aw, sweetheart, did it hurt when i grabbed you? want me to kiss it better for you, my little angel?” there’s just enough sarcasm in his tone to know he doesn’t care whether or not it hurt, and he won’t kiss it better, no matter what your answer is.

again it’s a trick question, and again you know exactly what response he’s looking for. “no, sir,” you whisper, barely enough space between you and him for you to move your lips to speak. “i liked it. sir.”

he grins sadistically, pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth anyways. “what a good whore,” he praises, “taking what i give you so well.”

he moves on to your neck, biting roughly at the skin below your jaw and sucking for so long you’re sure he can feel your pulse jump each time a new bruise begins to form.

“jeonghan—” you gasp out his name as he moves lower to your collarbones, teeth scratching along your skin as he stares up at you through his pretty long lashes, never breaking the eye contact despite how you writhe beneath him.

“that’s a good girl,” he says, his mouth hovering over your nipple as he looks up at you. “let me hear all those pretty sounds you make. need to hear how good i’m making you feel.”

his tongue laves over your breast and you arch your back up into him, struggling to keep your voice from breaking as you reply with another “yes, sir”.

you’re aware that he’s still teasing you as he works his way down your body, taking longer than necessary to get to where you really want him to be. but the feeling of his mouth covering every inch of your skin is too good to pass up, despite the way your cunt throbs and the uncomfortable feeling of your ruined panties sticking to your soaked folds.

but finally, mercifully, he must decide that even he’s had enough teasing for one night, because he slides down in between your legs, pressing a kiss to your clit over the fabric of your underwear.

you exhale as tears begin to form in your eyes, already exhausted from being edged and denied and he’s still barely done a thing. “god, fuck— hannie, please, more, please give me more, please—” you babble, your hands gripping the sheets below you until your fingers begin to numb.

usually when you piss him off it’ll take a lot more begging than that to get him to cave, but he must be feeling generous today because he just smiles, fingertips hooking into the waistband of your underwear as he slides them down your legs. “sound so nice when you beg, angel. now look at how you get rewarded when you behave.”

“wait, jeongha—”

and that’s all the warning you get before he dives in. his hands pry apart your thighs, roughly pinning your legs to the bed as his mouth wraps around your clit and he begins to suck as hard as he can. your vision goes black for a second as you struggle to process the sudden stimulation, and your brain can’t catch up quick enough with how fast and rough jeonghan’s tongue moves against you in unpredictable patterns and movements.

you open your mouth to tell him that you’re right at the edge, you’re close you’re so fucking close it feels like you might die, but your breath catches in your throat before you can say a word and you feel yourself start to crest into your orgasm without warning.

until jeonghan pulls away, and your pussy clenches hard around nothing but air. the sudden change in pace is jarring, but it’s already too late to stop yourself from falling over the edge; except the edge is gone, your orgasm ruined at just the right moment.

your chest tightens and your lungs burn, gasping for air as your orgasm crumbles away into nothingness. each pulse of your cunt sears through your entire body and your veins feel like they’re on fire, the usual pleasure from your high stopped short by jeonghan taking it away from you.

in the back of your mind you realize that of course he could tell you were close, of course he kept going and of course he knew exactly when to stop so that you wouldn’t get a single ounce of pleasure out of it, because he just knows you that well. even if you had tried to hide it, you wouldn’t have been able to: whatever jeonghan does, your body listens and obeys.

the tears finally spill down your cheeks, eyes squeezed shut as you scream in frustration, every nerve in your body on edge and every muscle tensed.

when you regain your breath enough to open your eyes again, you see jeonghan sitting below you looking smug. “oops,” he says nonchalantly, and if you had any energy left in your body you would’ve slapped him.

“god, i hate you so fucking much,” you rasp out, and he grins contentedly and presses a little kiss to the inside of your thigh before he sits up.

“you know you love me,” he giggles.

he reaches over to the table to turn off the camera and set his phone facedown before he moves out from between your legs. you close your eyes again and sigh, your whole body feeling like jelly as you breathe in and out, slowly coming back down to earth.

“you just wanna take a break, or are you done for tonight? that sounded rough,” jeonghan says, and when you open your eyes again he’s sitting next to you on the bed holding a glass of water. with a groan you force yourself to sit up as he holds the glass in front of your mouth to help you drink.

“if i could move my arms right now, i would splash this right in your face, hannie.”

he laughs, thoroughly used to your post-orgasmic insults by now. “and honestly, i’d deserve it. that was a little mean even for me, huh?”

you snort, leaning your head back against the headboard. “yeah, it was. asshole.”

he smiles, his eyes much softer now than before. “but it was hot, though,” he says excitedly. “i can’t fucking wait to watch that video. it might be my new favorite.”

you glare at him, eyebrows knitted into a pout. “i was literally on the verge of death and you thought it was hot?”

“oh, shut up. you thought it was hot, too, and you know it. that’s why you do your little brat routine every time i start recording, because you know you love it.”

you don’t have the brainpower to come up with a comeback for that, because he’s right. rough and nasty and fast is exactly the way you like it, maybe even more than he does at times. but once that feral side of you is satiated with an orgasm powerful enough to nearly knock you out, it leaves you to better appreciate the other things he’s good at: like holding you close and making you feel safe and loved, or kissing you all over and making sure he didn’t really hurt you with anything he did, or helping you drink water when your bones feel like mush.

you huff and roll your eyes at him. “can you just fuck me now, please? i’m still mad at you. start making up for it.”

he sets your empty glass down on the table and climbs back over you to gently kiss your lips, still dry from how much you were moaning. “mm, of course i can do that. your wish is my command, angel.”

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Surprisingly, hearing Vox and Val technically (I love how technically needed to be added) aren't dating didn't upset me as much as I thought it would. It did... for like a minute until I thought about how painfully much it fits them.

Val throws tantrums and is ready go out and kill people to let off steam, but decides to stay put in his room and sulk instead while he waits for his flat-faced prince to come and comfort him before he does anything drastic. He's killed and abused people for the slightest hint of non-compliance, which he sees as giving him an attitude or questioning his authority, but he doesn't so much as flinch when Vox raises his voice and starts shaking him in frustration more than once. He doesn't lash out or get angry when Vox tries to talk him out of marching towards the hotel, but instead listens to his points and takes his words to heart even when they weren't what he wanted to hear. He's not interested in Alastor, but is willing to sit through watching the extermination broadcast because Vox is a passionate football dad about his one-sided rival getting dunked on. He doesn't even act jealous towards Vox's obsession, just weirdly amused and supportive even tho he hates not being the center of attention any other times. And then there's Vox, who acts like he's annoyed to have to put up with Valentino but still does it anyway. He acts disinterested about Val's ranting over Angel until he hears that Angel might've quit because he's an jealous, insecure loser that wants that mf's attention to himself. He lights his cigarette and decides to call up their lowest earners for him to terrorize without being asked just to lighten his mood a little (unrelated but i feel for their employees). He keeps his eyes on him both in his room and when he's at the pub through the cameras he's got everywhere. He takes his hand like one would with a princess and smiles fondly at him before disappearing when noticing they're being watched. He's the only person that Val trusts enough to calm him down when his temper gets the better of him. And Val-- despite his volatile temper and obnoxious quirks-- is someone he respects and cares about, both as his business associate and romantic partner.

And they aren't dating. Val and Vox clearly have a connection and understanding and attraction yet are unable to confront those feelings in fear of being vulnerable. So they aren't dating. Val obsesses over Angel and Vox obsesses over Alastor to distract themselves of the other only to fall back into each other's arms at the end of the day. Even tho they aren't dating. They celebrate, dance, sing, support and shamelessly make out with each other. They're the only ones that would put up with each other's bullshit no matter what-- but for some reason, they're still not dating. They are two of the worst Overlords in Hell, capable of committing so many despicable acts and jumping to immoral tactics for their own gain without any regrets, but opening that door into genuine emotional vulnerability? Acknowledging their softness for each other? That's where they draw the line. They're clearly made for each other, but neither of them dare to step over that line to commit to something more.

Which means that we could get to actually see these changes take place. We could get to see more sides to these two we still haven't seen before. We could get to see them actually start dating and the complicated journey it took to get there. We could get to scream and kick and seeth as these two morons continue to dance around admitting their very much requited romantic feelings for every stupid reason under the sun episode after episode. We could get to see these two fix each other and make each other worse simultaneously. Mostly make each other worse. We could get to see them have a romantic duet. We could get to see them be happy together-- officially together-- while they make life worse for everyone around them.

All this mumbo-jumbo, sleep-deprived ranting will likely not happen, but the potential character growth, the dynamic development, the resolved romantic tension, the SONGS we could get??? I'm clinging onto this hope for dear life until it's ripped from my cold, dead hands.

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel vox #hazbin hotel valentino #voxval #staticmoth #only a few things make me giddier than two horrible men being less horrible when they're together #two businessmen who keep their hearts behind lock and key and refuse to acknowledge that they might actually be in love #whose actions speak louder than words even when they don't want them to #this is absolutely fueled by the bad liars comic by lola summer and how it portrayed their dynamic btw #and by the valentino animatic as well #case in point i really want some tender moments between these two and the vees in general #like please #viv please #not brushing this up have my incoherent rambling about these two in its purest form #i'm frothing at the mouth over these two and you're going to suffer through this mess with me #shoutout to all the staticmoth shippers that used viv's confirmation about them not dating to make themselves stronger you guys are awesome #momento rambles

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How will the kids react or feel towards there mum ( the reader) gently stroking the back of their head to there shells which makes them sleepy as they lay or as she holds them on her chest? :D

I thought this might be cute

A Mother’s Touch (Fluff)

Bayverse!Turtles x reader

A/N: Cuteness overload! This stuff and my internship is giving me baby fever!😭💕 I love how, whenever I’ve written one of these, the kids at my internship do exactly as I’ve described my OC’s would do it. What kind of black magic is this?! One of them even called me mama today😭💕

Warnings: Cute things💚

Leonardo:

Romeo:

You could still clearly remember the time where newborn Romeo was laying on your chest, enjoying the heat of your skin as you and Leo were getting ready for bed. You started to stroke his little shell the same way you would do to Leo, when the two of you would cuddle while falling asleep. Your baby son yawned, letting out a small chirp at the sensation on his shell. You and Leo looked at each other with a shocked expression, as if your son had already started walking, before letting out a collective “awwww”, waking your son up from his little sleep.

Marcello:

Your little warrior of a son would never admit it, but he is an absolute sucker for when you stroke his head or shell. Even when his father does it, Marcello can’t help but like it, and will sometimes involuntary chirp or churr. However he would find it extremely annoying when you would do it, while he was trying to be angry. Both you and Leo have tried gaining the anger of an angry toddler Marcello, who got angry that you wouldn’t let him brud. If he is brudding, you’ll have to wait until he lets you pet him, which usually was when he was about to fall asleep, and then he’ll be as happy and calm as can be.

Gerardo:

This boy will always and have always loved it when you stroked his head or shell. He would let out all kinds of happy sounds, the turtley once and the human once, before leaning into your touch as a way to tell you to keep going. However, as a child, Gerardo would never tell you he wanted you to keep going. Instead he would let out a bunch of displeased turtle noises, with an angry yet very adorable look on his face that made you chuckle, before you would stroke his shell once more, his little tail wiggling happily.

Valentina:

The drama queen herself - at least when it comes to head pats and shell scratches. This little angel would very loudly demand her shell getting scratched as a toddler, if she saw her mother scratch anybody else. Even her father. She could be walking into your room in nothing but a diaper and a Marcello’s Nintendo in hand, only to let out a bunch of “No! No! No! Me! Me! Me!”, running to the bed where you were scratching Leo’s shell. However, it never got to a point where she would scream or cry, as her family members were quick to give their little princess whatever she wanted.

Raphael:

Joan:

Though Joan did not show or act like she wanted you to pet or caress her. She acted like she hated it, at times even telling not to do it. And each time you respected her wishes, knowing it had nothing to do with her few of you. She just didn’t like it all the time. But that did not mean that she never wanted it. At the few times where Joan found herself crying and seeking you out for comfort, she found it very nice and soothing when you held her close, tracing your fingers up and down the shapes on her shell, swaying you both from side to side.

Minerva:

It wasn’t uncommon for both you and Raph to pet Mini’s shell whenever she came to sleep in your bed. With her many nightmares as a child, both of you quickly learned how to comfort her. Although she would usually go for Raph in these situations, there had been times where she would climb up to you, and ask if she could stay with you for the night. With a tired yes, you could let her cuddle up against you, relaxing against you as you traced shapes on her little green head. It worked wonders and made her fall asleep real quick.

Ragnar:

Ragnar was the kind of child that wouldn’t ask you to stroke his head or shell, instead he would climb on top of you or nuzzle himself up against your side, and place your hand on his head, hoping that you would take the hit, which you of course did every time. Like his cousin Gerardo, Ragnar would make all sorts of happy sounds, along with extremely disappointed ones when you stopped. However, did he feel like he didn’t get enough scratches, he would climb into your lap and rest his head against you, and churr like the happiest turtle in the world when you caressed him once more.

Donatello:

Galileo:

As a newborn, Gali was one of those kids that wouldn’t sleep unless he could smell or feel his mother nearby. You could try to lay him down to rest, and he would cry as soon as you stood up, still fully awake. However, you and Donnie quickly learned that scratching his plastron or stroking his head would calm him down immediately, and after a few minutes of doing that, he would fall asleep. As he got older, you found that he always would calm down whenever one of you stroked his head or shell. You once noticed him scratching his own plastron in an attempt to calm himself down, and it worked.

Dorothy:

Dear little Dorothy preferred it when you scratched her shell while she was awake, so she could fully enjoy it. As a child, she knew nothing better than staying in your bed with you and Donnie, laughing at the picture book Donnie read out loud for her and her sister, while you did those shapes that she loved on her shell. She would smile and point out the pictures, engaging in conversation with her father, while you soothed her and her sisters backs.

Marie:

While her sister preferred being awake while you stroked her head and scratched her shell, Marie preferred being asleep. During your night readings with Donnie, she would rest on top of you, her head on your chest, silently following along in the story Donnie was reading and the conversation he had with Dorothy, while she slowly fell asleep, churring quietly as you followed the shapes of her scuts. You had to fight not to aww out loud, whenever she started burying herself closer against you in her sleep, hiding her face against you.

Michelangelo:

Sunny:

Sunny loves getting her shell scratched, she really does. But sometimes, she prefers petting other people, instead of letting them pet her. It was not that she didn’t like it, it was just her way of showing that she cared. It was a type of love language she had developed, after both you and Mikey would scratch her shell and stroke her head. So whenever you would hold her close and do any of those things to her as a toddler, she would afterwards get up and walk behind you, where she would start to scratch your own back. It was a heartwarming gesture that made you melt everytime. Your little Sunny truly was a ray of sunshine.

Luis:

Mr ‘No one gets pets other than me’, himself. Luis isn’t the biggest fan of sharing his mother and her caring touches with anybody else, when he is in an emotional state, and neither does he like other people receiving shell scratches when he is getting them. It would usually happen in extension to whenever he would run to you for comfort, claiming that your shell scratches helped him, even if it was his leg that was hurting. During those times he would stare very intently at Mikey whenever he came close, not wishing your attention to go anywhere else than on him.

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things-arent-what-they-seem66 · 12 days

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Okay I got more angst prompts, not from the list this time. Consider:

After the final battle, after the hotel is rebuilt, when Lucifer finally gets the chance to go home and rest, it all hits him at once. Adam is actually dead. He didn't feel bad about it in the moment at all but now it's hitting him that Adam is dead and gone and oh no I killed one of the first people I ever loved. (Niffty wouldn't have been able to kill him if not for Lucifer, so he would have enough reason to blame himself) He's struck by grief, that love having never truly left. Charlie finds him, and comforts him.

Mayhaps her reaction finding out that her father loved Adam, their enemy? Mayhaps Luci's reaction when Adam respawns as a sinner? Up to you!

Indigo (struck with the desire to hurt my favourite characters emotionally)

*Sips coffee* Ahhh, after battle angst. Thank you for this! Please send more if you'd like :)

Lucifer hadn't had time to really let it sink in now, in his new room alone. He sat down on his bed, his chest weighed like a ton of bricks.

Adam was dead. He was dead dead as in no coming back. He still remembers the angelic blade going through the angels chest. All that blood.....

Lucifer felt his eyes pool with water. His first love was dead and he let him die. His heart clenched in his chest. Fuck. He thought he was over Adam, but guess not.

At the moment he didn't care. He was still angry that Adam would try and hurt Charlie. But he was going to let him live, Adam may have been an asshole but he was HIS asshole.

Then Charlie's little friend killed him.....

"Fucking hell." He swore as he scrubed the tears from his face. Closing his eyes, Lucifer could still see Adams face. Not the one from the battle field. The one in the garden.

Even then his eyes were bright and golden in color like honey. Soft brown hair ruffled and wild on his head, smile wide and breathtaking. Oh, how Lucifer wished he could go back to those days.

'Will we be friends forever, Luci?'

'Every day is amazing when I'm with you.'

'Luci, I think I lov-'

"FUCK!" Lucifer screamed, he gripped his hair painfully. "I'M SORRY! I SHOULD HAVE BEEN THERE I'M SORRY!!" He sobbed. He was just destined to never save his favorite human was he? Adam was all he ever wanted and now he was gone for good.

"Dad, are you busy there's some- Dad? Are you okay?" Charlie came in and sat down beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

"No." Was all he said, the guilt was weighing on him.

Charlie frowned. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"I loved him so much."

Charlie blinked and looked at her dad. "Who?"

Lucifer sniffed. "Adam." Not the answer Charlie thought she'd hear. "He was my first love Charlie, I was there when he was made from the dust of the earth. I showed him how to do many things. That man on the battlefield, the one filled with hate for demons. That was my fault. When your mother came into the picture I was blinded by her beauty that I didn't see who she really was." This was not a conversation to have right now. "I broke Adams heart when I chose her. I ruined something beautiful for something extra."

"But, he was the enemy. How could you love him?" She just didn't understand.

Lucifer smiled sadly. "You didn't know him like I did. The beautiful soul I knew he always was." And he was, Adam had a soul that shined so bright it was blinding. He just had up so many walls after Eden.

"What if he's not as dead as we thought?"

"Huh?" Lucifer looked at his daughter. "What do you mean?"

Charlie bit her lip. "That's why I came up here. Adam is here. Downstairs. As a sinner."

Lucifer never ran so fast in his life. Faster than Charlie could keep up, her cries in the distance. He flew down the stairs and stopped in his tracks when he got to the lobby.

There he was. In all his glory. Adam stood with his back to Lucifer, he had long black and gold horns that curved around to the back of his head like his exterminator mask horns. He was looking at his newly formed demon hands, black up to his elbow with claws sharp like knives. His robes were now black and red, slightly tattered and still dirty. He had hooves now and likely a mouth full of sharp teeth.

He was beautiful.

He was alive.

"Adam?"

Adam jumped at the sound of his name and turned to face the devil. "Lucifer." His voice sounded rough but the same. His golden eyes were firey with anger, Lucifer could just imagine how he felt about being a sinner.

"You're here?"

"I know, the fucking shocked too."

Even if he hated him, Lucifer could deal with that as long as Adam was alive and well. "Gonna give redemption a shot?"

"Might as well." Adam crossed his arms, an unimpressed look on his face.

"Swell! Let me give you the tour and get you settled into a room." Lucifer took Adam by the hand and led the way, all while the sinner followed him, grumpy and cursing under his breath. "You know, if you ever need protection down here. I'd be willing to provide it."

Adam scoffed. "Yeah, for my soul."

Lucifer looked back at him. "Would that really be so bad? To be completely safe, always?" His voice echoed around them. "I would never let anything happen to you, Adam."

He didn't miss the way Adam's face pinched pink at his words.

Maybe second chances do happen.

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Charlie, Angel Dust, Adam and Emily X Reader - (Charlie, Angel Dust - part 1)

︴Notes - Hello! Again, not a request but I'm having a boost of ideas HAHAHS anyways yeah uh this is more of a self insert because the reader is basically me but uhm yeahhh I hope anyone can read it 🙏

︴Content - Charlie, Angel Dust, Adam and Emily headcannons with a reader who has insomnia but likes to sleep during the day, dislikes studying, forget things often, is distracted easily, is shy but gets talkative once comfortable around them, gets easily angry, is an ambivert and likes to do art.

Charlie would be worried about your health, especially since you don't sleep a lot at night.

One thing she noticed is that when you're awake during the night, you go and find something to do.

Most of the time you're drawing, writing or just playing games while listening to music.

Charlie understands that you have difficulty in falling asleep and all but she'd still insist on trying to help you.

You agreed even if you knew it wouldn't change a lot without proper medicine for it.

Charlie also saw that you usually didn't slept at night no matter what happened, but ended up sleeping during the day.

That made you not interact with a lot of them too often because they're usually sleeping when you're awake.

But there's always someone who woke up or didn't sleep yet to talk to you.

Sometimes you liked it, sometimes you didn't. Depended 100% on your mood.

One thing Charlie is a bit confused is when you told her that you didn't like studying.

That's not a problem, the thing is that you spend a lot of time on random things and then say you hate to study 😭

She understands you though, I feel like math isn't something Charlie really likes.

But she loves history, and it seems that you like it too!

Charlie never touched a video game before, but for you she'd try to learn just to make you company.

Also, she tries to only call you for hotel activities that doesn't require a lot of effort to do, because she knows you don't like it a lot.

Something that she can't help with, is how you get distracted easily and have a poor memory.

Charlie can't help because she's literally the same!

So you two end up forgetting a lot of things. But hey it's fine! It's not like someone remembered it to be mad!

Charlie was really happy when you finally got comfortable around her because she noticed you were really shy.

Which made her try to get you to participate on more activities with the other residents, but once she saw how uncomfortable you looked she gave up on that idea.

Though she's trying to make you be less shy! Even if it's with little progress.

Charlie sometimes get taken back by your coldness because you're usually chill and happy around her.

But when she asked you about it, she learned that you randomly get grumpy and tired of everything and that makes you get a bit sassy towards others...

That makes you feel guilty and she tells you it's totally fine, she doesn't take it to heart!

Probably gave you an anti-stress ball or something to fidget when she saw you scream at the couch because you accidentally bumped into it.

She loves to hug you, especially when you get angry and instead of screaming or whatever you just start crying.

It breaks her heart seeing crying like that, so it's her job to go and comfort you!

Angel Dust is worried about you, but he isn't the best example himself..

I mean, he's either doing drugs or coming back from his work during the middle of the night so he doesn't really have a sleeping schedule-

That doesn't mean he isn't going to try to help you.

Angel Dust isn't one to invalidate people's feelings, so if you got angry at him trying to make you go to sleep he'd stop.

But instead he would love to just, stay there, awake with you doing whatever.

He's genuinely interested on your hobbies, especially the drawing and playing games one.

Angel Dust probably wanted to try games but never had the chance you know? So when you find out about it, you ask him to play with you.

He'd be really happy with it, but also get (jokingly) mad at you for making fun of him for when he died to a zombie on Minecraft.

Angel Dust notices after some time how easily distracted you are, and honestly, it's a bit funny.

You're there telling him a random thing that happened to you, and then you stop and change the topic to why Charlie was running around the hotel.

Even forgetting about what you were saying before! Which makes him also notices that your memory is shit.

Like, I feel like Angel Dust's definetly going to help you with it, even if it's just placing some notes on your desk with things like "Finish that drawing" "We're playing tonight ;)" or things like this.

Angel Dust knows that you are shy, because when he went to talk to you he thought you were going to run away from how nervous and red you were.

At first he even thought you had a crush on him! I mean not like you don't but 🥰

Now you don't even shut up! And it's definetly a good thing for him, Angel loves to listen to you babble about any of your interests.

He also knows how to see when you're in your "Good mood" or "Bad mood".

When you're in a bad mood, you're usually more cold and sassy to everyone, but you apologize right after you come back to the good mood again.

You have a bad temper, and Angel Dust remembers to not get on your nerve because he doesn't want you to get even more stressed.

I mean, he saw you lose a pencil and then yell at nothing just to find the pencil right after.

But when you just, cry instead of scream, that makes him really worried.

If you allow, he's going to pull into a hug, or a cuddle. Whatever makes you feel better.

He even let you pet Fat nuggets because he knows how much you love him😭

#charlie x reader #angel dust x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin x reader #hazbin #charlie morningstar #angel dust #hazbin charlie #angel dust hazbin hotel #angel dust headcanons #charlie hazbin hotel #charlie headcanons

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* ( GUTS BY OLIVIA RODRIGO / SENTENCE PROMPTS.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ i pay attention to things that most people ignore ❜

❛ i'm alright with the movies that make jokes about senseless cruelty ❜

❛ i feel for your every little issue ❜

❛ i know just what you mean ❜

❛ i make light of the darkness ❜

❛ i've got sun in my motherfuckin' pocket ❜

❛ you know me ❜

❛ i forgive and i forget ❜

❛ i know my age and i act like it ❜

❛ i've got what you can't resist ❜

❛ i got class and integrity just like a goddamn kennedy ❜

❛ i'm a perfect all-american bitch ❜

❛ i know my place ❜

❛ i don't get angry when i'm pissed ❜

❛ i'm the eternal optimist ❜

❛ i scream inside to deal with it ❜

❛ i'm grateful all the time ❜

❛ i'm sexy and i'm kind ❜

❛ i'm pretty when i cry ❜

❛ haven't heard from you in a couple of months ❜

❛ i'm out right now and i'm all fucked up ❜

❛ i'm sensing some undertone ❜

❛ i'm right here with all my friends ❜

❛ i know we're done ❜

❛ i know we're through ❜

❛ my brain goes 'ah' can't hear my thoughts ❜

❛ i cannot hear my thoughts ❜

❛ i should probably not ❜

❛ seeing you tonight, it's a bad idea, right? ❜

❛ it's a bad idea, right? ❜

❛ fuck it, it's fine ❜

❛ yes, i know that he's my ex. but can't two people reconnect? ❜

❛ i only see him as a friend, the biggest lie i ever said ❜

❛ i just tripped and fell into his bed ❜

❛ now i'm gettin' in the car, wreckin' all my plans ❜

❛ i know i should stop, but i can't ❜

❛ i told my friends i was asleep but i never said where or in whose sheets ❜

❛ i'm sure i've seen much hotter men but i really can't remember when ❜

❛ how's the castle built off people you pretend to care about ❜

❛ i see the parties and the diamonds sometimes when i close my eyes ❜

❛ i loved you truly ❜

❛ you gotta laugh at the stupidity ❜

❛ i've made some real big mistakes but you make the worst one look fine ❜

❛ i've made some real big mistakes ❜

❛ i should've known it was strange you only come out at night ❜

❛ i used to think i was smart but you made me look so naïve ❜

❛ the way you sold me for parts as you sunk your teeth into me ❜

❛ bleeding me dry like a goddamn vampire ❜

❛ every girl i ever talked to told me you were bad news ❜

❛ you're so convincing ❜

❛ how do you lie without flinching? ❜

❛ how do you lie? ❜

❛ what a mesmerizing, paralyzing, fucked up little thrill ❜

❛ i can't figure out just how you do it and god knows i never will ❜

❛ you went for me and not her 'cause girls your age know better ❜

❛ you said it was true love but wouldn't that be hard? ❜

❛ you can't love anyone 'cause that would mean you had a heart ❜

❛ i tried to help you out ❜

❛ i tried to help you out now i know that i can't ❜

❛ how you think's the kind of thing i'll never understand ❜

❛ aren't you the sweetest thing on this side of hell? ❜

❛ did i ever tell you that i'm not doing well? ❜

❛ i linger all the time ❜

❛ i linger all the time watching, hidden in plain sight ❜

❛ i try but it takes over my life ❜

❛ i see you everywhere ❜

❛ the sweetest torture one could bear ❜

❛ i'm losing it lately ❜

❛ i feel your compliments like bullets on skin ❜

❛ aren't you the greatest thing to ever exist? ❜

❛ my stomach's all in knots ❜

❛ you got the one thing that i want ❜

❛ people are people, but it's like you're made of angel dust ❜

❛ it's like you're out to get me ❜

❛ you poison every little thing that i do ❜

❛ i just loathe you lately ❜

❛ i despise my jealous eyes and how hard they fell for you ❜

❛ i despise my rotten mind and how much it worships you ❜

❛ i don't think i get along with anyone ❜

❛ i'm on the outside of the greatest inside joke ❜

❛ i hate all my clothes ❜

❛ it feels like my skin doesn't fit right over my bones ❜

❛ so i guess i should go ❜

❛ the party's done, and i'm no fun ❜

❛ i broke a glass, i tripped and fell ❜

❛ i tripped and fell ❜

❛ i told secrets i shouldn't tell ❜

❛ i stumbled over all my words ❜

❛ i made it weird ❜

❛ i made it worse ❜

❛ each time i step outside it's social suicide ❜

❛ i wanna curl up and die ❜

❛ i laughed at the wrong time ❜

❛ i talked to this hot guy, swore i was his type ❜

❛ everything i do is tragic ❜

❛ the morning after i panic ❜

❛ oh god, what did i say? ❜

❛ when i'm alone, i'm fine ❜

❛ don't let me out at night ❜

❛ i'm shocked i'm still alive ❜

❛ i called you the wrong name twice ❜

❛ i want it, so i got it ❜

❛ another thing i ruined, i used to do for fun ❜

❛ another conversation with nothing good to say ❜

❛ another day pretending i'm older than i am ❜

❛ another perfect moment that doesn't feel like mine ❜

❛ sometimes i feel like i don't wanna be where i am ❜

❛ i push away all the people who know me the best ❜

❛ it's me who's been makin' the bed ❜

❛ i'm so tired of being the girl that i am ❜

❛ every good thing has turned into somethin' i dread ❜

❛ i'm playin' the victim so well in my head ❜

❛ every night, i wake up from this one recurring dream ❜

❛ i read somewhere it's 'cause my life feels so out of control ❜

❛ i tell someone i love them just as a distraction ❜

❛ they tell me that they love me like i'm some tourist attraction ❜

❛ i got the things i wanted, it's just not what i imagined ❜

❛ i'm counting all of the beautiful things i regret ❜

❛ i'm pulling the sheets over my head ❜

❛ you're so good at what you do ❜

❛ you come for me like a savior ❜

❛ i'd put myself through hell for you ❜

❛ i fell for you like water ❜

❛ i couldn't get out if i tried ❜

❛ it was all in my mind ❜

❛ now you got me thinking ❜

❛ love is never logical ❜

❛ all the things you did to me ❜

❛ you lied ❜

❛ i'm sure that girl is really your friend ❜

❛ you said i was too soft ❜

❛ why do I do this? ❜

❛ i know i'm half responsible and that makes me feel horrible ❜

❛ i know i could've stopped it all, god, why didn't i stop it all? ❜

❛ i met a guy in the summer and i left him in the spring ❜

❛ i wanna make him feel bad ❜

❛ i wanna make him really jealous ❜

❛ i really miss him and it makes me real sad ❜

❛ i want sweet revenge ❜

❛ i want him again ❜

❛ i want to get him back ❜

❛ i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash ❜

❛ i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh ❜

❛ he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth ❜

❛ i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him ❜

❛ i wanna key his car ❜

❛ i wanna break his heart ❜

❛ he's not even gonna know what hit him ❜

❛ he's gonna love me and hate me at the same time ❜

❛ i don't know ❜

❛ i told my friends you were the one ❜

❛ i stayed in bed for like a week ❜

❛ when you said space was what you need, i waited by my phone like a goddamn fool ❜

❛ love's fucking embarrassing ❜

❛ how could i be so stupid? ❜

❛ you found a new version of me ❜

❛ what was i even doing? ❜

❛ i give up ❜

❛ i give up everything ❜

❛ i keep coming back for more ❜

❛ i have nightmares each week about that friday ❜

❛ one phone call from you and my entire world was changed ❜

❛ you took everything i loved and crushed it in between your fingers ❜

❛ i doubt you ever think about the damage that you did ❜

❛ i hold on to every detail like my life depends on it ❜

❛ i hear your voice every time that i think i'm not enough ❜

❛ i try to be tough, but i wanna scream ❜

❛ how could anybody do the things you did so easily? ❜

❛ i say i don't care, i say that i'm fine but you know i can't let it go ❜

❛ i've tried for so long ❜

❛ it takes strength to forgive, but i don't feel strong ❜

❛ i try to understand why you would do this all to me ❜

❛ i know in my heart hurt people hurt people ❜

❛ do you think i deserved it all? ❜

❛ you built me up to watch me fall ❜

❛ you have everything and you still want more ❜

❛ even after all this, you're still everything to me ❜

❛ i know you don't care ❜

❛ there's always something missing ❜

❛ when pretty isn't pretty enough what do you do? ❜

❛ i could change up my body and change up my face ❜

❛ i'd always feel the same ❜

❛ you can win the battle but you'll never win the war ❜

❛ fix the things you hated and you'd still feel so insecure ❜

❛ i try to ignore it, but it's everything i see ❜

❛ i don't know why i even try ❜

❛ i bought all the clothes that they told me to buy ❜

❛ i chased some dumb ideal my whole fucking life ❜

❛ none of it matters and none of it ends ❜

❛ you just feel like shit over and over again ❜

❛ when am i gonna stop being wise beyond my years and just start being wise? ❜

❛ when am i gonna stop being a pretty young thing to guys? ❜

❛ when will it stop being cool to be quietly misunderstood? ❜

❛ i'm sorry that i couldn't always be your teenage dream ❜

❛ when does wide-eyed affection and all good intentions start to not be enough? ❜

❛ will i spend all the rest of my years wishing i could go back? ❜

❛ they all say that it gets better ❜

❛ it gets better the more you grow ❜

❛ it gets better, but what if i don't? ❜

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #meme #memes #roleplay meme #ask memes #lyric meme #lyrics #guts #guts olivia rodrigo #olivia rodrigo

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raisedbythetv89 · 2 months

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I just started watching White Collar for the first time and a realization about most male written and directed media smacked me DIRECTLY in the face which is that SO MUCH media written by a for men is genuinely just male nerd self insert, non-canon compliant, AU fan fiction??????

Like them writing and creating stories is just “ok so these guys are soooo smooth and well dressed and women just flock to them at every turn and they can get away with anything and everyone believes and supports them when they do mess up and everyone thinks they’re sooooo brilliant”

This media isn’t just portraying women “for the male gaze” it’s EVERYTHING. Everything in these stories is supporting and uplifting mens’ delusions about who they are, how they’re perceived, and how they should expect to be treated. Which is incredibly ironic because anytime media portrays women or the world in the female gaze in a more “in my ideal world things would be like this” instead of portraying us as nothing but weak, broken, unloved, traumatized, victims OR one dimensional sex symbols with no needs or emotions they’re screaming, crying, throwing up about how stupid and unrealistic the story is….

This explains SO MUCH about how male characters are handled in shows like Veronica Mars and Buffy. Even though they’re shows staring women all the “good guys” get the delusional self insert, y/n, AU fan fic treatment (Buffy still wants Angel in season 3 and Riley in season 6 even after everything they did and Xander is CONSTANTLY forgiven for all the atrocious shit he says and does and is wanted by all women besides Buffy. Veronica forgiving Duncan and getting back together with him and even CONSIDERING Piz could truly only be born from men being delusional AS FUCK. Writing how they want men to be treated by women rather than being based in reality and the woman having even an ounce of self respect.)

Which is why the “bad boys”, Logan and Spike are such better characters. They’re so much more realistic, they get held accountable by the women in their lives, have better growth and are just way more appealing and attractive because they’re not the walking embodiment of what MEN want men to be treated and act like.

Oh god this feels like such cursed knowledge to have like it’s important to see this media for what it really is but now watching it feels that much yuckier like finding the porn of someone you DO NOT LIKE but like their emotional porn “this is what life would be like in my fantasies” and they’re the fantasies of the grossest men alive 😭😭😭😭😭

Also it shows their emotional maturity like all of these things are what 13 year old boys fantasize about not actual mature, grown men….

Also just realized this is why the Star Wars sequels were so hated. It wasn’t just Rey being powerful and loved by her found family and Kylo. It was that the movies showed the reality of men like Kylo. They destroyed the male fantasy Darth Vader created. They aren’t super cool, powerful badasses. They’re extremely sad, broken, temper tantrum throwing lost little boys who just want love and acceptance but have lost the ability to accept it because of the dark side (aka the patriarchy) which is the reality and that made me SOOOOO ANGRY lololololololol and this is why Joss Whedon THOUGHT making Spike into a sad pathetic mama’s boy of a poet would make the audience not like him because that DOES work on misogynistic men who enjoy the male gaze but does NOT work and only humanizes and makes Spike even more complex and lovable to the female gaze 💀💀💀💀 oh good lord

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speedycoffeedelight · 2 months

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An Animalistic Disaster

Summery: Where you remember some bad memories and almost get into an accident.

CH-4: Bad memories and a deery situation

TW: Truma flashbacks and strong languages. Though Angel being here means there's gonna strong language every chapter.

Wait you guys?!? What the fuck happened? please tell me I'm just hallucinating from my drinks!'Angel practically screamed as he frantically looked around at the animals around him which sounded like his friends. Charlie looked at Angel sympathetically. Angel was now a white furry spider with a big pink heart on his back with two of his big mismatched eyes and six small pink eyes.'Clam down angel, we'll explain everything' Charlie said, preparing to tell the tale of her mistake again.

Angel's mind was practically blown after he heard Charlie's story. 'What the fuck do we do now?? I was just wondering where the hell everyone went since the hotel was feeling empty. I never imagined get sucked in a book like this' Angel freaked out more. 'And worse looking like this!'

'Clam down angel.. we'll figure something out.. eventually..' Charlie cringed mentally as she said that since all of this was practically her fault. If she had only listened to Vaggie back then, this wouldn't happen. Meanwhile while they were talking Niffty went around the house looking for something to clean with. This place was rather filthy in her opinion and she wanted to clean it. But she had to find something of her size to clean with. After some searching she came across a small brush perfect for cleaning and she could hold it in her mouth. Cleaning with brush in her mouth was much harder then she imagined, but she was determined to make this place squeaky clean.

Meanwhile you reached the city soon enough, parking your car, you quickly headed to the nearest super market. You finished picking your stuff soon enough. Making sure to get enough dog foods and treats.You bought enough to last a week.

Since you live alone now and you didn't really want to drive for over an hour total everyday to buy foods. After completing the purchase, you picked up the bags in both hands and headed towards your car. While walking, someone suddenly called you.

Looking back you saw some man with shit eating grin checking you up and down. "Hey doll~ need a man's help carrying that many bags?" You internally gagged at his words. But you forced a tight smile on your face. "No, it's quite alright my good sir. These little bags feel nothing to me!"

To emphasize your point you pulled the bags higher and twirled around a little. "But I do thank you for your most gracious offer" with a fake smile you turned around and started walking again. The man was quite shocked at your strength. Even he could tell the bags were quite heavy.

While walking, some angry shouts reached your ears. Looking at the source of sound, you noticed it was a couple nearby who were blaming each other for something. You became tensed and uncomfortable at their screaming and started to walk faster. You desperately wanted to drown out their screams as soon as you could before...oh..

'You are a disgrace to our family!'

'You are a bad example for our daughter, we don't want you near her!'

'I really hope you won't turn out to be a disappointment like your mother!'

'You lying bitch! My son did nothing wrong!'

'Can you do anything right?!'

'look at me when I talk!'

Tears strung at your eyes and memories started to storm through your brain. You desperately tried to forget them as much as you can. You really hated screaming or being screamed at. It made you want to rush to a quiet place,and blast music in your ears till those screams were drowned. You bit your cheek and held your tears in. When you reached your car, you quickly put down the bags and just sat on seat, trying to collect yourself and your thoughts. 'alright I can do this, you're a big girl now (y/n) and they aren't here anymore, collect yourself.' you told yourself as you as you started the car and wiped your eyes.

The rest of the journey was going rather smoothly. You were humming alongside your favourite songs playing in the car. You were close to your cabin. You looked down for a second to change a song as no other car was in the road. But when you looked up at the road, suddenly there was a deer, standing right middle on the road, looking straight at your car. Panic took over your mind as you pushed the break as fast as you could. A bad screeching sound was heard as your car stopped meters away from the deer.

It felt like the deer suddenly came into life. Your (e/c) eyes locked with the deer's red eyes for a split second before the deer sprinted away within the forest beside the road. You gripped the steering wheel hard, breathing heavily from what just happened. Your shopping bags were now on the floor of the car. You were sure some of the eggs you bought broke. You just hoped all of them didn't. You ran a hand through your hair, trying to clam yourself down. This day was just going great.

You put the bags up and started driving again. This time, a lot slower then before. You finally reached your home, parking the car, you took out the bags and went in front of the door. You quickly opened the lock of the door, pushing the door inside. "Home,sweet home" you mumbled. The puppy ran straight at you holding your detailing brush..? In her mouth? Crouching, you put the groceries down and picked up the puppy as it let go off the brush and barked at you happily. You were largely unaware of a pair of red eyes watching you from the distance.

Walking inside and closing the door, you noticed your floors looking a lot...cleaner then before. You looked at the fallen brush which now had dirt on it and then at the puppy. "Did you do this darling? Did you clean my room while I was gone?" You only got some small barks in return. Looking ahead you saw the sheep coming out of your room with the moth on its head as usual. You crouched down again, holding the puppy with one hand and extending the other. "Come here little ewe, I need you guys a bit" The sheep somehow understood what you meant as it came into your arms. The moth again flew to your hair. You held both the puppy and the sheep close in a warm hug, feeling today's fatigue slowly fading away.

"Thank you guys.." you mumbled. In reply the sheep nuzzled into your neck a bit more, the puppy licked your cheek a little and the moth buzzed a little on top of your head. You slowly let go off the animals as you stood up. "Welp,there's no use moping around, let's get you some food puppy!" you took the groceries inside and pulled out the dog food. You picked out a bowl and poured some of the food inside and gave it to Niffty. Niffty began to eat as soon as you put down the plate which startled you. "Guess you were really hungry huh?" You said smiling.

You decided to properly sort through the groceries later. For now you choose to just put the perishable foods like meat and milk inside the freeze. You wanted to begin working as soon as you could so you could distract yourself for a bit. You went into your room to change. After changing into more comfortable clothes, you sat on the chair and turned on your laptop. You were an online newspaper editor. It was your job to make sure there are no typos or mistakes and everything was written well. You would change the narrative of some lines to make them appear more 'exciting' to read, without changing the truth of course.

While waiting for your page to load,you absentmindedly looked around your room. ' Hmm..i should probably get some paintings for the wall, it looks rather empty. Oh look there's a big spider on one corner watching me. As for pillows, I should buy some-'

'THERE'S A BIG SPIDER??'

A.N:(Please read) Just wanted to let you guys know, English isn't my first language. So if y'all find any grammatical errors, I'm really sorry. I'll get back to editing again once my exams are over :')

Also our reader is going to be a physically strong girl, not too much, but stronger than average. So yes she has a bit of muscle. It'll be explained later.

Also reader is a big fan of hazbin hotel:). I wasn't sure to make them a fan or not but think of all the fun scenarios of the characters going through your fanfic history and your thirsty posts about them. Wouldn't that be a sight to see ? :)

*Sips tea cutely*

Author out✌️

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ashesbreadandbutter · 3 months

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Adrian Tepes x Reader • I Need You To Help Me Forget

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Includes talking about what happened to Alucard and his assault and his feelings towards it with Reader who loves him dearly.

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Word Count: 1,628. It was only supposed to be 1,000 words but I still went over it so be happy about that y'all lol.

Enjoy the read!

Her kisses are gentle, careful and he can feel his heart racing in his chest. Hammering.

It feels nice, lovely, and Alucard can't help how warm he feels being under her while she sits above him, holding his face with her hands as she covers his face in kisses. She kisses his lips, once, twice, three times before kissing his cheeks and after that she kisses along his jawline in a way that makes his breath hitch.

He can feel that similar heat in his gut, a feeling that he both loved and hated and just like that he was trembling.

He loved her so much. Too much.

And sometimes he feared her using him, playing him like he's been done before even though she's been by his side for years now. Helping him, keeping him safe.

A sense of guilt rushes over him and against his will he's remembering things he doesn't wish to. He wants her kisses but he feels dirty knowing used been used before. He feels unworthy of her love and of course she notices his tense nature, as she always does, and she pulls away quickly looking down at him with a worried gaze. Worried that she did something wrong and that hurt him more because never has she done him wrong and he needed her to know that.

She opens her mouth as if to apologize but he's quick to shake his head, closing his eyes for a moment as he gathers his breath. He's warm all over, a ball of fire in his gut. He wants her and he needs her to know he wants her.

His trauma annoyed him, made him angry beyond belief at times and sometimes… it came out on her. Sometimes he'd be so angry she'd catch the fire but she always managed to put him out as well… calming him with her smooth voice, holding him in her warm hands, kissing him with her angelic lips. She was his heaven on this earth and he needed her to know that.

“No.” He breathes as he looks at her again with those beautiful golden eyes of his. They're a little teary like he might cry. “Don't stop, please don't love my love.” He says softly as he looks up to her and it's like he's begging.

He needs her.

“Are you sure? Really sure?” She asked seriously as she leaned down, lips hovering over his own as she looked him in his eyes with her own and he loves how much she cares. She's supposed to after all.

He nods eagerly and she watches him for a moment before smiling softly and leaning in to kiss those lips of his again for a moment, hungry for another taste of him.

They press against each other before she nips his bottom lip and with a small moan he opens up for her. The way his tongue slides out to lace with hers is enough to make him rock hard in his undergarments and since she's in his lap, sitting so comfortably, he groans at the feeling of her against him. The heat between their bodies is enough to drive him wild and he needs her, needs her to keep kissing him, to keep touching him and to never leave him. Ever.

He needs it all.

She slides her tongue against his and moans softly as his hands move down to slowly grip her hips. He squeezes them, digging his nails into her skin a little as he holds her firmly against that hot bulge in his boxers. He can feel her through her panties, how warm and wet she's getting as she straddled him and when he gives a roll of his hips as if testing the waters she moans.

The noise makes his eyes roll back a little, before shutting. His hands squeeze her some more and he finds himself having to control himself.

There's a need to flip her over, to grab her by her hair or her throat and ram himself into her over and over again until she's screaming, crying that she'll stay with him, that she'll never leave.

And he's tempted.

Very tempted.

He can wait. He will wait because he's obsessed with her love, her attention and he'd be damned if he didn't receive every single bit of it.

She rolls her hips and he arches his back a little, searching for more… so much more.

He wants to rip their clothes off, to feel every inch and part of her around him… to pin her head down as she pleads for mercy but he doesn't want to hurt her, to scare her, even if she's completely happy with any and all the attention he gives her.

It feels good.

She feels good.

And he can't bother imagining his world without her after all this time. He'd rather die than lose her, then have her leave but he knows that she cares. That she loves him more than this world itself and knowing such makes him hot, needy.

He ruts his hips into her's, she's so pillowy and she grows wetter as she moans above him. She leans up, tossing her head back in pleasure at the grinding. He's hot against her like a burning sun.

His hands hold her tightly and soon he's tearing at her panties. He needs her, needs to feel her and he's practically losing his mind as they move against each other as their noises fill the air around them. Alucard could hardly control himself as he holds her and before he can stop himself he's flipping them over, caging her in under him as he continues to rock his hips.

He holds her legs open and watches as clothed cock rubs over her clothed and soaking wet cunt. He pants heavily much like a wild animal as he grips at the bed, nails digging in as she moans and pants. She whines his name, hands moving to caress and grope his chest before she runs her hands down his sides and holds his hips.

Even though he's not completely naked he feels hot all over and he pants as he looks her in her face as she gasps and calls out his name.

He's lost in her. Lost in her love, in her touches, her cries as she begs for more and Alucard feels an innate sense of relief.

Before he can stop himself he leans down and buried his fangs in his throat and they both explode. The feeling of his fangs send a wave of pain through her for a second and then explosive pleasure and she arches against him as she lets out a loud cry.

He groans hotly against her neck, the taste of her blood on his tongue and her hips shaking sends him into euphoria and he cums hard with a violent shudder as he presses hard against her.

He takes a moment to pull away from her, savoring that taste of hers with a moan before slowly pulling away. He's shivering and there's blood on his lips, his cheeks are red and his breath is ragged and he looks at her with enough love to shatter their reality. She breathes heavily, panting hotly under him, her legs around his waist and her hands on his chest as she looks up at him.

For a moment there's nothing but their panting but after a moment she grins at him, that cute and silly grin that he loved seeing on her so much and it makes his heart leap to his throat as her hands slowly move to wrap around his shoulders.

They kiss again, hot and desperate as she tastes her own blood on his lips.

“I love you.” He breathes, moaning softly as he moves his arms to hug her, squeezing her close as he spoke.

“I love you so much.” He whimpers softly and she purrs against his lips, lacing her fingers in his gorgeous blond hair, pulling him in even more even if there was already no space between their bodies.

“And you know I love you too.” She giggles. “I love you from the moon and back three times over, Adrien.” She smiles up at him after they pull away from a moment and her smile is so kind that he can't help the way it brings a few tears to his eyes. He sniffles, thanking her softly.

Thanking her for loving him, for being with him and she shushes him with kisses as she laces them over his cheeks as she kisses his tears away.

“No need to thank me. You deserve as much love as anyone else does and I'm happy to give it all to you.” She hums softly and as she holds his cheeks now he melts into her hold like a big happy dog. He loved her more than he could ever love anyone else and he was glad to finally have someone like her in his life.

“I want to be with you forever.” She breathes and he sobs softly as he hugs him tight. He refused to ever let her go.

“Then do so. Promise to never leave me.” He says with such a small voice that he almost seems like a small child pleasing for love and affection and she kisses those lips of his again, stealing his breath.

“I promise. I put it on my soul that I'll never leave your side.” She promises as they hold each other close, desperate to feel each other even more.

He loved her more than he's ever loved anyone else and he refused to ever let go and so did she.

They'd be together forever. He refused any other option.

#adrian tepes #alucard #castlevania #please commission me #x reader #she/her #alucards past #anime commissions #writerscommunity #writing commissions #writers on tumblr #i will write almost anythin #fandom

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eddiemadmunson · 1 year

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Angel part 5

Summary: You are Heleana’s best friend and one day you catch Aemond’s eye and everything in your life will change upside down.

Paring: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Word Count: 3, 800

Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, cheating, choking, sex (p in v)

A/N: English is not my first language.

Aemond is 20, Helaena, Aegon and Y/N are 22, Jason Lannister is 25

Tag: @the-phantom-of-arda @hamatoanne @aemondsdoll @schniiipsel @okfashionista @zillahvathek @teranya @tempo-rary-fix @reneki @moonmaiden1996 @padfooteyes @nina2697 @ryswritingrecord @iiamthehybrid, @justsumtuffstuff @aemonds-wifey @blacpiink, @devotedlythoughtfulanchor

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4

Y/N’s POV

It was a Friday night and Aemond just wanted to get few drinks with his teammates and have some fun, he definitely didn't expect to see HER there with his sister and the Velaryon twins. This wasn't the place she would usually visit. This was a sports bar, he assumed that Stark wanted to watch the rugby final on the big TV and his sister followed him, dragging Y/N along with them.

She was like a plague, poisoning his mind and showing up wherever he went these days.

For Aemond it all started as a game. He was so pissed when he missed the fuck date with the super sexy girl because of his sister’s goody two shoes friend. It was the same sexy girl that was currently sitting on his lap, nibbling on his ear and irritating him to no end. He just wanted to give Y/N a lesson, toy with her feelings for a while and then toss her away. It was never his intension to fuck her, she was far away from his usual type of girls. He liked strong, confident women, usually much older than him, women that knew what they wanted in life and in sex and who didn't expect a lifetime romance from him. She was the exact opposite. She liked to back talk to him and play hard to get, but deep down she was insecure and feeling guilty about every time he touched her. She was shy and had a romantic visions on sex.

He only wanted her to admit that she wants him and then dump her. And she did that, he had her spread on their kitchen table, moaning mess, begging him to let her cum. He totally humiliated her when he stopped right before her cum and told her to go to her boyfriend. That was supposed to be the end of this little mind games, he had better things to do than making little girl’s wet dreams coming true.

That was his intention...

He definitely didn't plan to let her invade his mind like this. He didn't plan to jerk off to the idea of her bouncing on his cock. The way how she was moaning his name that night and begging him to let her cum was living free in his head.

He loved how she quickly submitted herself to him, listening to his orders. His girls were usually equal to him in bedroom, he didn’t like submissive girls, they were too clingy and soft, but it was different with her, he wanted to dominate her, to ruin her, to own her.

He called her angel all the time, because she was the good, dutiful girl, never misbehaving, having the best grades at school, volunteering in charity and other shit, living boring uneventful life and he wanted to ruin her perfect image, to corrupt her, to change the little perfect angel into sinful devil.

The girl on his lap bit his ear playfully and he had enough.

Aemond was getting more and more angry at her and mainly at himself that he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He hated to admit it to himself but he wanted her and he wanted her badly. He wanted to make her moan and beg se prettily like the last time, he wanted to fuck her so hard that she will be screaming his name loudly her voice becoming hoarse. He wanted her and he was Aemond Targaryen and he always got what he wanted.

“Go bothering Aegon,” he pushed the girl from his lap, annoyed by her already.

“Come here kitten, let’s make a deal. Here are some money, go and get drinks for us and I’ll let you sit on my lap all night long,” he gave her a dashing smile and she hesitantly nodded and walked to the bartender to order something for them.

“Poor girl, she doesn’t know that my brother is lusting for forbidden fruit,” Aegon chuckled.

“I am not,” Aemond growled, irritated.

“Sure and that's the reason why is your eye burning holes into the side of Y/N’s head all night,” Aegon laughed.

“Too bad her boyfriend is there with her,” he kept provoking his younger brother.

“I don’t give a fuck, piss off, Aegon!” Aemond said stubbornly but he was fuming inside. That fucker Jason Lannister was sitting at the table next to her, his filthy hand wrapped around her shoulders, keeping her possessively close to him the whole time. He wanted to rip off his hand out of his body and beat him with it for touching her like this. He heard enough about him and about how he treats her to know that he is not good for her. She was so responsive to him, so touch starved… That idiot didn’t know how to take care of a girl like her, how to make her body sing for him. He could bet that she pretended to cum while having sex with him many times.

“Sure brother, you don’t give a fuck and that’s the reason why are you holding your beer bottle so tightly that you will break the glass soon,” Aegon snorted and grinned lazily at the girl who came back with his drink, he pulled her into his lap, laughing provocatively at Aemond who seemed like he is about to murder someone.

Y/N POV

You were chuckling at one of Cregan’s jokes, having a very good time with your friends and Jason. You were really surprised when he suggested that he wants to spend some time with you and your friends. He made it so hard for you to break up with him. You wanted to end your relationship, especially after what happened with Aemond. You hated cheating and Jason didn’t deserve this from you. But it seemed like if he knew you wanted to break up with him and kept distracting you and today he even proposed that you both should do something with your friends.

You didn’t want to do it now, because Aemond would think that you broke up with Jason because of him. And it was not true, you didn’t care about that asshole at all. You noticed him earlier, he was sitting on the other side of the room with some long legged bitch on his lap. He looked like if he owns this place, looking sexy as hell in his dark jeans and black shirt, the dark clothes making contrast with his pale skin and silver blonde hair. You quickly looked away and sat next to Jason, so he was somewhere behind you. You could feel his eyes on the back of your head the whole evening but you refused to turn around and acknowledge his presence.

“After we finish hanging out with your friends we can go to my place, honey,” Jason purred into your ear and you hated yourself because you didn’t feel any kind of excitement when he told you this. You remembered how wet you were in seconds after Aemond talked dirty to you in their kitchen and you quickly shook your head, you didn’t want to think about that smug asshole tonight.

“Ehm, sure, Jason, that would be nice,” you smiled kindly at him. He leaned closer to you, kissing you in front of everyone. You felt your cheeks burning, you really wasn’t a fan of public display of affection. And Jason never did this before. Light peck on the cheek or his hand on the small of your back was the only affection he gave you in public. And today he had his hand wrapped around you, he was whispering into your ear and kissed you in front of your friends. Something was off…

You didn’t know that Jason noticed Aegon glancing your way from time to time and he became possessive and wanted to show to that blonde bastard that you were his and only his.

“We can have a very sexy evening, Y/N. I can’t wait to see what hot lingerie you are hiding under this cute dress,” he continued whispering into your ear and you were very confused. He never talked like this to you. This was the first time he tried something that could be considered a dirty talk with you. And once again, it didn’t excite you at all, the idea of having sex with him tonight wasn’t appealing to you. You slightly turned your head to the left and noticed Aemond staring right at you and you felt shivers running down your spine. One look at him get you more wet than Jason’s seductive speech in your ear.

“Can we go now, honey?” he asked and you frowned.

“We just got here couple minutes ago, it would be rude, wait at least after the game ends,” you whispered back and noticed Helaena’s worried look. Jason sighed, obviously getting bored very quickly and annoyed by your refusal to go with him immediately. You appreciated that he made effort to spend some time with your friends but he was obviously doing something he didn’t find comfortable.

“OK, sweetheart, as you wish,” he smiled at you but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. He leaned into you, placed his hand on your thigh and kissed you possessively and you gasped, there was definitely something wrong with him today, he barely kissed you like this behind the closed doors. You were so confused by all this that you didn’t notice the sound of a glass being broken. If you turned around you would find Aemond sitting at the same spot you saw him when you arrived, holding a broken piece of his beer glass in his hand, glaring at you two with murderous glint in his blue eye.

“I am sorry I need to go to the ladies room,” you excused yourself and quickly escaped Jason’s lips and hands.

“I will be right back,” you assured him, when you saw him frowning at you.

“Should I go with you, Y/N?” Helaena asked you, looking at you worriedly.

“No, I am fine, I just need to refresh myself a little,” you smiled at her and quickly walked towards the bathroom area.

You walked inside the small room, breathing heavily and looking at yourself in the mirror. What the hell are you doing? You are sitting next to your boyfriend and you keep thinking about the man who treated you like a trash and humiliated you in more than one occasion, there was definitely something wrong with you. But it only made you realize that you really have to end things with Jason. He didn’t deserve to waste his time with someone who doesn’t love him anymore. You just had to find the perfect opportunity and time to tell him this. You sighed and bend over the sink to pour some cold water on your face to calm yourself down. You heard the door open and close, ignoring it, thinking that it’s just some other girl who needs to use the bathroom. But then you heard the door being locked. The goose bumps rose on your skin and you knew it’s him before he opened his stupid mouth.

“Hiding here from someone, angel? Maybe from your annoying boyfriend?” Aemond asked you and quickly turned around, facing him. He was stunningly beautiful this close. He was leaning against the closed door, his arms folded on his chest, the first two buttons of his black shirt opened up, revealing more of his pale skin, his dark jeans fitting him perfectly, the whole black outfit was giving him the dangerous aura which you loved so much.

“Stay away from me,” you warned him, watching him with caution.

“Why? Are you afraid that you will end up moaning my name again?” he smirked cockily and eyed you from head to toe.

"You wish,” you snorted and tried to figure out how you will get out of here, when he was standing between you and the door.

“I think it’s you, who is wishing for something, Y/N,” he cocked his head to the side.

“I think that you are wishing that it was not your boyfriend who kissed you and touched you, but me,” he smirked when he saw the flash of guilt in your eyes.

“That’s a lie!” you tried to defend yourself.

“I saw you, I saw you being so uncomfortable with him touching you and kissing you in front of your friends, you run away from him to the bathroom, angel,” he took a step closer to you, causing the sink digging into your back since you tried to keep the distance between you two.

“It looks like you are the one who is obsessed with me, Aemond. Watching my every move tonight. It’s you who has a problem, not me,” you snapped.

“I am free man, angel. I can do whatever I want,” he smirked, not letting it show that you hit the nail on its head.

“I am free to watch, touch, kiss or fuck whoever I want,” he continued as he took another step to you.

“So go and do that, go bothering someone else,” you said desperately, feeling your walls crumbling down at his presence. It was ridiculous how your body reacted to him.

“That’s the problem, angel,” he placed his hand behind your head on the mirror.

“I want you,” he purred and lifted your chin, so you had to look at him.

“You can’t always have what you want, you asshole,” you tried to sound intimidating but you were barely whispering, the lustful look in his eye distracting you so much.

“I only want to claim what is mine, angel. And you are MINE,” he growled the word mine, the possessiveness in his voice sending shivers down your spine.

“I am not yours, what the fuck are you thinking about yourself, I won’t let you make fool of myself ever again,” you fumed, how dared he to call you his? He had no right to say something like that.

“All you do is humiliating me and then walking away from me!” you shouted at him, stabbing your finger into his chest, feeling the angry tears in your eyes.

“There will be no more walking away this time, angel,” he assured you, completely ignoring the other things you mentioned.

“No, of course it won’t be. Because nothing will happen, let me go,” you wanted to walk past him, unlock the door and go back to your friends, but his wrapped around your waist and he pushed you back to the sink. His other hand grabbed the side of your head, pulling you to him, kissing you hungrily. All will to fight left your body as soon as you felt his lips on yours again. He was excellent kisser and his lips fitted to yours perfectly. You melted to him and he deepened the kiss, his was tongue exploring, licking the roof of your mouth, his fingers were digging into your hip, pulling you closer to him, you groaned when you felt his hard cock against your belly. Aemond smirked into the kiss and took your hand and placed it on his growing bulge. You gasped and his lips moved to your neck.

“See, angel? See what you are doing to me? These jeans are very tight and it’s painful to be so hard all night because of you,” he groaned against the side of your throat. Your head was spinning at his words, you loved to hear him saying that you turned him on. You got bold and rubbed his cock through his jeans, loving the strangled moan he let out. He quickly placed you on the sink and grabbed your hands and lifted them behind your head, keeping them pinned there with his big hand.

“Do you want to tease me, angel?” he stepped between your legs, your dress giving his full access to your clothed pussy.

“Really?” he smirked and his fingers rubbed your clit and you whined desperately.

“Always so responsive to me, angel. Already soaked for me. Tell me, Y/N, does your boyfriend make you this wet so quickly?” he asked, his fingers sliding inside you with ease. You cried out when he found your G-spot.

“I asked you a question,” he demanded and his thumb rubbed circles on your clit.

“No, he doesn’t,” he admitted and you fought against his grasp, desperately wanting to touch him.

“Tell me angel, did you think about me last week when he was fucking you? Did you imagine my face when you cum?” he kept asking you while his fingers kept thrusting inside you, hitting your g-spot every time.

“No-o-o,” you stuttered, feeling your orgasm cumming quickly.

“No?” he questioned you.

“He didn’t fuck me at all,” you admitted and whined when he increased the speed of his fingers inside you.

“Oh, poor horny little thing. What kind of idiot he is that he leaves this pretty, dripping pussy unsatisfied,” he groaned against your ear, you felt your legs starting shaking.

“Aemond, please,” you begged him, desperate to cum.

“Don’t worry, I will take care of you,” he smirked and his fingers slipped out from you. You whined desperately, ready to kill him for leaving you at the verge of orgasm again. But then he started taking off his belt. You watched him with fascination, the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, showing his protruding veins, he slowly unzipped his jeans took off his boxers and you drooled when his cock sprang free.

“Do you like what you see, angel?” he smirked when he saw your expression.

“Not bad, let’s see if you can do something good with it, asshole,” you teased him and he smirked.

“I will stretch you so good that you will be begging me to stop abusing your neglected cunt,” he promised and stroke his cock couple times. He nudged your clit with the tip of his cock and you whimpered.

“You desperately want me to put it in, don’t you, angel?” he teased you and rubbed his cock against you, but still didn’t put it inside you.

“This tight little pussy wants to be filled with my cock, isn’t it right, angel?” he continued driving you crazy. You let out needy moans, watching him with pleading eyes.

“I want you to say it, Y/N. Tell me how much you want to feel me inside you,” he groaned and pushed just the tip of his cock against your entrance. You grabbed him by his shirt and pulled him closer to you.

Aemond, fuck me please, I want it, I need you,” you begged him and you moaned loudly as he finally filled you.

“Oh fuck,” you cried out. His cock was almost too big for you, but you were so wet that the stretch felt painfully blissful.

“Damn it, angel! You are so fucking tight,” he cursed and pulled you closer, you wrapped your legs around his waist and your nails dag into his shoulders. He pushed into you in slow, powerful thrusts, you tossed your head back, resting it against the mirror, giving him the perfect opportunity to attack the soft skin on your throat with his lips. He sucked hard, definitely leaving his mark on your skin, but at this point you didn’t care.

“Faster, harder, Aemond, please,” you were babbling incoherently but he understood you perfectly. He grabbed your hips firmly and started fucking you with quick, short thrusts. The sink under you was squeaking, not being built for such activities.

“Do you like it? Do you like how full you feel right now, angel? Stuffed with my cock, moaning like a good little slut for me,” he groaned against your ear and you whimpered.

“It feels so go-o-d,” you stuttered, your voice shaking as your whole body moved thanks to him pouding into you in savage rhythm. He wrapped his hand around your throat, the other hand found your clit and you knew that you will cum like never before.

“You are doing so good, taking my cock so well, moaning for me so fucking prettily, do you wanna cum, my filthy little angel?” he praised you and your head started spinning.

“Yes, please, Aemond, I… fuck, I am so close, don’t stop, don’t stop,” you mewled and wrapped your legs tighter around him as if you wanted to lock him between your legs forever.

“Shhh, I got you, Y/N. Cum for me, angel. Cum around my dick,” he commanded and watched your face closely. You weren’t prepared for the wave to hit you so hard, and you would have screamed out loud, but he smartly pressed his hand to your mouth, quietening your screams of pleasure. You moaned deeply, arching back and pressing your chest to his. He held you still, and you could feel him throbbing inside you, so close to just exploding.

“Fuck, angel. Your needy cunt is squeezing me so good,” he groaned and you have never heard more sexier sound in your life. It took few more thrusts into your clenching pussy for him to cum as well. He kissed you possessively as he spilled inside you. He pressed his forehead against yours, trying to catch his breath. Your heart beat was slowing down and your mind started working again. Oh fuck, what have you done? This was bad, really bad. But maybe he will leave you now, he got what he wanted from you and he will move to his next victim.

“Ehm… I should go back, they are probably looking for me,” you said awkwardly and hopped off the sink. He watched you quietly, his face unreadable. You cleaned yourself up the best you could and picked up your panties from the floor but he snatched them from your fingers.

“I keep this,” he smirked and you watched in horror when he put them in the pocket of his jeans.

“You can’t do it, give them back,” you tried to reach his pocket but it was like trying to move a mountain. He pushed you against the wall.

“You will go back there, to your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend, with my cum drying in your pussy,” he grinned at you, knowing that there was no way that you would let that idiot try anything on you tonight while you don’t have your panties on.

“Do you enjoy ruining my life?” you asked him, hating yourself for falling for his charms because obviously he just enjoyed toying with you.

“I enjoyed ruining this sweet, tight pussy,” he said and cupped your pussy once again. You felt yourself getting wet for him again.

“I claimed it once and will do it again,” he announced.

“No, you won’t,” you tried to protest but he only smirked at you and patted your pussy gently, making you whimpered in responce.

“Keep telling yourself that, angel,” he kissed you softly.

“See you around, Y/N,” he whispered into your ear and left you there, absolutely sated and confused...

Part 6

#aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen fanfic

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nicosraf · 22 days

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So I heard about baalcifer rant but what about MOOLCIFER and their love hate relationship that broke my heart because I NEED IT! Like screaming shaking throwing up because I can’t say much but Michael’s internal thoughts were killing me

Michael and Lucifer.... okay let me ramble about them too. Spoilers for Angels & Man below the cut.

They're made for each other, and they know that. Maybe God did it by accident, but he made them that way regardless. And I think that thought was very romantic in ABM, when they were innocently holding hands and pecking each other's lips like birds. I think half the fun of wrestling or laying together was feeling how perfectly their bodies fit together. When Michael puts his hands on Lucifer's cheeks or his waist or his hips, it's like they lock into place.

But God is a jealous God, so he punishes Lucifer (and not Michael, at least not initially). Lucifer was promised by Michael that he'd protect him, and he wholeheartedly believes in him, so he keeps waiting and waiting for Michael to save him, to kill God and take him away. To take him back to Earth maybe. (in vain i love you, the dawn streaming onto you, but there is no dawn in heaven, only on earth; lucifer wants to see the dawn with michael again). But Michael — well, he's the angel of strength, everyone adores him because he's so strong and big and muscular and beefy (and everyone is super gay). maybe he, at some point, worried that he was the angel of pain, but that was long ago now.

I don't think Michael has any strength at all. He has God-given strength but none of his own. He's never had to become strong. When he's finally put in a situation where he has to build a little strength of his own, he completely fails. When Lucifer tries to sleep with Michael, he cries. There's no pride in him, there never was, or that little bit of pride is really just God's, a tiny reflection of God. God made Lucifer to adore him, then made his chief prince a little too much like Himself; he made Lucifer and Michael for each other, without meaning to, maybe.

And so the fall happens and Lucifer is mad. Michael was a coward and a liar. he couldn't muster up the courage to even sleep with him. He didn't save him.

For a while, Lucifer just rots. He plays dead. He feels dead. He's so angry at Michael that he hates him almost as much as God. He thinks that maybe Michael was just like God in the end; Michael liked him as an adornment, as a beautiful angel to sing him songs and serve him drinks. Lucifer hates him, hates him, hates him. He gets up, finally, and gathers the demons, and he's so angry at Michael he thinks he'll dismember him next time he sees him.

Michael, though, is confused and upset. After cutting off Lucifer's wings, his hands are bloody and he's thinking, 'What have I done?' . When God binds him, he's scared. Why did he do that? Was that wrong? What happened? And now he's being tortured and immediately regrets what he's done. And he cries for Lucifer, begins to dream of him. God tells Michael that this is all his fault. He says Michael killed Lucifer when he loved him, maybe Michael didn't fuck him but he might as well have. Satan is the beast that Michael has made because he loved something more than he loved God, and now he is responsible for all the horrors Satan committed. Michael keeps dreaming of Lucifer, but this time he dreams ends in blood.

In A&M, Michael is sent to Earth as God's sword, and he slaughters everything in his way. He thinks this is the only way to stop Satan; that's what God has told him. Michael must punish the angels who fell for love, and he must bring Satan back to Heaven to be restored; Michael is certain this entire ordeal is his opportunity to redeem himself.

They finally meet again. Michael sees Satan, the monster he's made. Lucifer sees Michael, a lowly coward he stupidly loved once. Oh they hate each other. They want to rip each other apart but Michael is on a mission, and Lucifer is playing a long game, trying to buy time before the end of all things.

But there's something much worse that happens after they see each other again: they realize they still want each other. It doesn't matter what happened; they still feel like they were made for each other. Michael is praying for God to keep his head clear and Lucifer is furious. Michael thinks he craves a monster (and he keeps trying to squash all his obsessive thinking of beautiful sweet excitable angel Lucifer) and Lucifer thinks being attracted to Michael is embarrassing and pathetic and against his own morals. Liking Michael, to Lucifer, is liking God.

So all Lucifer can do is laugh, make fun of him. Invite him into his home as a way to control him. And it does work to an extent. Once, Lucifer needed Michael to teach him how to fight. Now, it's Lucifer doing the teaching. He's the one in control now.

They have that moment in that room. They fight. They rub and finish on each other. Michael is fantasizing of finishing inside of Lucifer, yadda yadda. But this doesn't satisfy them. Nothing will satisfy them until they're one, and they know it.

At the end of things, Michael decides not to drag Lucifer to God; he doesn't want to anymore, suddenly. He can't make himself do it. In ABM, he handed Lucifer to God without question, but here.... he doesn't. And worse, Michael sees the flood come and go, and nothing is any better. He did not redeem himself, and Lucifer was not restored. What was the point? Why did he do any of this?

But he'll go back to Heaven, and he's going to dream about Lucifer again. He's going to bring his hand to his mouth and suck on his fingers, thinking of how Lucifer felt. How they were made for each other, no matter how much they despise that now. And Lucifer is going to try to kill his love again, over and over, until the end of time.

#i might not be super coherent right now please forgive me #moocifer #mine #ask

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mypimpademia · 10 months

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— sssssoooo anxiousssss

Bakugo x black!reader

TW: Swearing, slightly suggestive

Note: this was originally supposed to have 2 other characters… but bakugos got way too long😭 might make another version with them anyways tho. Enjoyyy🫶🏾

— BAKUGO.

⇶ Katsuki doesn’t consider himself as someone who becomes nervous easily

⇶ Aside from his constant angry outbursts and screaming, he’s pretty well put together

⇶ That’s essentially the case for everyone and everything outside of you

⇶ When he first met you, everything about you made him uncharacteristically nervous

⇶ He couldn’t keep eye contact, couldn’t speak to you, couldn’t handle the way you smiled at him, etc.

⇶ Eventually, he overcame nearly all of the anxiety you made him feel, especially when you started dating

⇶ But one thing that he will never get over, is any form of physical contact with you

⇶ It’s not that it necessarily makes him nervous, but any sort of physicality with you does things to him that he can’t explain

⇶ He’s already got a soft spot for you, everyone knows that

⇶ From the way he nearly melts when you flash a smile at him and say his name, to the way he’ll be yelling at someone one second and calling you his angel the next

⇶ But your touch genuinely makes him weak

⇶ Physical touch is his predominant love language as is, but you take it to new heights

⇶ Can never just have one kiss from you, he needs more than that

⇶ A simple kiss on the cheek makes him lose his mind, he can’t help but ask for a real kiss

⇶ And another after that, and after that, and that one too… until he’s full on making out with you

⇶ Unless you’re around family, time and place simply doesn’t exist to him

⇶ Katsuki will smother you in affection no matter how many people you’re around, and doesn’t care if anyone thinks it’s a gross amount of pda

⇶ Katsuki absolutely craves you, and wouldn’t last a day without being able to feel you in some way

⇶ On rougher days, or when he’s just not feeling good, all he wants is to be a tangled mess of limbs with you in somewhere warm and comfy

⇶ And Katsuki is by no means a begger, but if it comes down to it, he will beg for you to just kiss him, even once

“Baby, you’ve been working on that stupid fucking essay since I got home, take a break. Come ‘n’ lie down with me,” Katsuki groaned, lightly tugging your arm in a childlike manner.

Katsuki’s been complaining about wanting you to lay down with him for the past 2 hours, and says he can’t go relax without you. He’s doing everything in his power to try and get your attention off your school work and on him.

Kissing you, feeling up your sides and legs, running his fingers through your braids, and more that you couldn’t be bothered to remember at the moment. You brushed him off every time, with a simple ‘not now’ or ‘just wait’. He’d be lying if he said his feelings weren’t at least a little hurt.

“Katsu, this is my final for this class, and it’s due tomorrow afternoon and I’m just starting. I can’t just take a “break” with you just because you’re bein’ all whiny,” You told him, a tinge of irritation slipping through your words as you tried to stay calm with him.

You knew that even if he did make it seem like it was about him, it was in your best interest as well. He hates to see you overwork yourself, and as tempting as cuddling up with your boyfriend to recharge sounded, you couldn’t afford that right now.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just lay down without me,” You said for what felt like the millionth time, making Katsuki kiss his teeth in response.

“First of all, I am not bein’ whiny,” He argued. “Second, you need a break anyways, so I don’t understand why you can’t lay down with me.”

You side eyed him, and he stared right back. You rolled your eyes at him, turning your attention back to your essay.

Katsuki let out a long, dramatic, groan as he buried his face into your neck, blond locks tickling your jaw and cheek. Then suddenly, he had an idea.

“Look, you only have like three pages left of your essay,” He started. “If you come lay down with me, I’ll finish ‘em for you.”

His proposal was convincing, and did pique your interest enough for you to stop typing.

“… Really?” You asked him, making him pull his face out of your neck.

“Mmhm,” He answered, a smug grin forming on his face.

He knows he won.

You kissed your teeth as you glanced at your essay document.

“Fine.”

Katsuki just has to get what he wants.

⇶ He simply won’t take no for an answer when it comes to getting affection from you

⇶ And if he tells you it’s just a real quick kiss, or you’ll only cuddle for a few minutes, don’t believe him

⇶ He’s got an addiction for you and once he starts, he won’t stop

⇶ But he’s such a sweet talker, you fall for it everytime

⇶ Not that you’re complaining… you’d be a complete liar if you said you didn’t love it just as much as he does

⇶ And he handles you so well, you never even know why you were opposing him to begin with

⇶ Calls you pretty, gorgeous, “a fuckin’ angel”, whispers sweet nothings in your ear, runs his hand through whatever protective style you have, or just gets his fingers tangled up in your curls

⇶ Kisses you breathless, and when you pull away for air he just moves to kiss around your face, then moves down to your neck and chest, feeling your skin grow warm

⇶ Katsuki is rough by nature, and that translates into his kisses in the best way possible

⇶ Presses his lips to your skin in a slightly harsh way, and truthfully, he’s just as out of breath as you are, turning pink and panting everytime he pulls back, then going back to leaving open mouth kisses, making your brown skin glimmer as he leaves behind a light film of saliva

⇶ It’s sort of gross to really think about, but it feels so good in the moment that you don’t even care

⇶ Please return the favor, he’ll absolutely melt in your hands

⇶ Don’t worry about getting lip gloss marks on him either, he wears them proudly

⇶ If you straddle his lap to kiss him and put your hands on his shoulders, you’ll be able to feel him shaking

⇶ Plant kisses all over his face while you compliment him, he’ll be so nervous that he won’t even be able to look at you

⇶ Katsuki just loves you so much, he doesn’t know what to do when you’re all over him like this

⇶ And if he does manage to look at you, you’ll feel like he’s staring into your soul, and he’ll take in all your features before telling you he loves you

⇶ It’s too much, but he can’t get enough of you

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wolken-himmel · 2 years

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In which Riddle turns into a young child because of one of Ace's pranks going wrong.

Now, (Y/n) has to take care of Riddle, and maybe the prefect can teach him a valuable life lesson doing so.

Requested by anon.

"(Y/n), how are you doing~?"

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching, accompanied by an obnoxious voice, made the poor birds on your front lawn scurry for their dear lives. And as they left, you, who had been watering flowers until now, realised that your peaceful moment for yourself had come to an end.

Your eyes travelled upwards to find a friend of yours approaching. "Ace? What are you doing here?" With a quirked eyebrow, you narrowed your eyebrows suspiciously — especially when he wouldn't answer. "You rarely ever visit—" you muttered under your breath while trying to catch a glimpse of the smaller figure behind him, "unless you somehow managed to get into trouble with Riddle. Please don't tell me you made him angry again..."

Ace shot you a sheepish smile. "Uh— well. It's difficult to explain. It all started innocently! Just another prank because I was bored. So, I slipped something into his slice of cake. And uh... something strange happened," he trailed off and stepped aside to finally reveal whoever was hiding behind him. "See for yourself."

Your eyes grew in surprise upon recognising him: It was Riddle, but something was off about him. The boy's eyes never met yours, much to your surprise. That's when you realised what was wrong. "Wait, Riddle got even smaller?" you asked in confusion.

"I'm not small!" Riddle screamed out, his head turning red. "Y-You're just too tall!"

"And," you continued, unbothered, "his voice also is much higher."

By then, the small boy's head threatened to explode with how red his face had gotten. A cry of frustration escaped his lips as he pointed to a nervous Ace. "That's because this idiot over there turned me into a child!" the dorm leader yelled at the top of his lungs. "I swear if my age didn't affect my unique magic, you'd be headless for the rest of your time here at NRC, Trappola!"

Your jaw almost touched the ground. "I can't believe it..." you muttered and turned to Ace. "You turned Riddle into a child... What were you thinking—?"

Pure desperation clouded your friend's eyes as he flung himself at your feet and clasped his hands together. "(Y/n), please help me!" he begged while trying to defend himself from the young child that tried to kick him. "I'm not good with children, neither am I good with Riddle! You need to take care of him for me, at least until he returns to normal."

"Well, why not." You shrugged before picking up your abandoned watering can.

Ace froze at your reply. "Wait, you didn't say no?" he asked in disbelief, yet his expression of surprise quickly morphed into pure joy.

"Looking after Riddle won't be hard, Ace." You grimaced and rolled your eyes. "He knows how to behave himself, unlike you..."

Ace sighed. "Harsh. But you're right."

Riddle nodded along happily, an expression of contentedness on his face. And whenever you turned away to quickly water your flowers, Riddle would stick his tongue out at Ace, only to return to his angelic smile when you gazed upon him again.

"Now, just leave and make sure to return with a cure or something like that," you said and shooed the culprit away.

Ace didn't let you repeat yourself. Within a split second, he had turned around and ran away as if his life depended on it — and it probably did.

After he was gone, the silence and peace that had formerly occupied your garden returned, and so did the animals that he had spooked away.

"I hate him," Riddle sneered immediately.

The comment drew a chuckle from your lips, and you had to admit that his disgruntled expression made him even more adorable. Unable to suppress a smile, you muttered, "Of course, sweetie. All of Heartslabyul knows of your love for Ace." You extended a hand and used it to ruffle his red hair.

An annoyed Riddle swatted your hand away. "Don't treat me like a little child! I may be stuck in a younger body, but that doesn't affect my mental maturity—" He interrupted himself with a gasp, his eyes suddenly wide and brimming with awe. His gaze seemed to be fixated on the beet of flowers behind you. "Wait, are those butterflies?" he breathed out and wandered over to the little insects excitedly.

You eyed him in amusement. "Yeah, they tend to like the flowers I recently planted."

"They're pretty..." The boy seemed fascinated by a blue monarch butterfly in particular, and he gasped whenever the little insect proudly fluttered its wings.

The sight caused your heart to swell. To see him so genuinely fascinated by something so trivial was an entirely new side to him — perhaps he had lied when saying that the potion that Ace had slipped into his cake didn't affect his psyche. You merely chuckled when you noticed the shy smile forming on his lips.

"Go on, try to catch one."

Your voice seemed to have snapped him back to reality. The dreaminess in his eyes disappeared, now replaced by hesitancy. In the end, he shook his head. "That would be a waste of time. Mother never liked it when I spent energy and effort on a task that wouldn't bear useful fruits of labour." A deep sigh escaped his lips as he fully turned away from the butterfly and crossed his arms. "Perhaps I should go study for the upcoming chemistry test," he said in disappointment.

You stopped him before he could ask you to retrieve his books from his room. "While I do think that being productive is a good thing, it's not as if you need to be productive all the time." Your hands firmly planted on his shoulders, you smiled down at him encouragingly. "Some things just bring you pleasure and happiness instead of viable results. That doesn't mean they're any less important."

Although doubt still clouded his eyes, Riddle nonetheless nodded slowly. "...I see."

All out of a sudden, your eyes lit up in realisation. "Hold on, I think I have a net lying around that you could use to catch some butterflies!" you exclaimed and at once removed your grasp on his shoulders. "Let me get it real quick." And without another word, you were gone, having stormed inside of Ramshackle.

Your words still echoed around in his vacant head when he turned his gaze to the flower beet again. The blue butterfly still sat atop a stunning red rose, and the boy couldn't help but extend his hand towards the insect. "Hello, little one," he cooed softly. His breath hitched when the butterfly jumped onto his finger and fluttered its wings in satisfaction. "You are very beautiful, Mr. Butterfly..." The red-head exhaled in contentedness, the sight of the butterfly bringing him peace.

"There!" your voice cut through his newfound serenity. "Found it!"

Riddle simply smiled to himself upon hearing your voice. "So perhaps (Y/n) was right..." he mumbled as the blue butterfly flew off into the distance again. "Perhaps there is something valuable in things that simply exist for nothing more than to provide relaxation..." His lips curled into a smile. "...and happiness."

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