#dont mind that face in the bottom lmao
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the fake princess
pairing: reincarnated male reader x yandere prince oc
fic includes: arranged marriage, cross dressing, reader's death (briefly mentioned), Dom to sub bottom male reader, rough sex, rimming 2x, gruwhdbwb will add more in the morning
note: THIS IS NOT FINISHED!! tumblr is rlly messing me up by posting my work earlier whenever i save my draft lol. feel free to read as i write the ending. reader is male! a male!! a certain character will be calling him "lady" for the plot!! i wont spoil much but please keep that in mind ;; this is messy lmao
poor you were just on the way back to your apartment after a barbeque party with your friends— until a drunk man grabbed you from the dark alley way and stabbed you in the stomach and pussied out after he realized what he did.
is this how you die? fuck, he couldve do you a favour by taking you out in one go and not run away?? loser behaviour.
you laid down in your own blood in the dimly lit alley way, your vision slowly getting blurry as your surrounding turns into a blur of colours and into nothing.
before slipping into darkness, you heard a loud voice shouting out your name. its too late, bootlicking shitfuck.
you opened your eyes by the sound of bird chipping, you stared up at the bright blue sky accompanied by someone with dark brown hair and green eyes staring back at you.
"Lady Amador.. it's time to go back to the palace. the prince is looking foward for you during lunch time."
who the fuck is lady amador, and why are they wearing a maid outfit?
sitting up, you take note of the grass underneath you instead of the rough concrete floor from earlier- are you hallucinating to the point youre in this nice garden..? huh, why are you wearing a dress, did a creep kidnapped you and dress you in one of their grandma's dresses?!
panicking, you got up towards the pond and looked into your own reflection. you still looked the same as before, you cant say the same since your hair looked much longer and the light makeup on your face.
lady amador.. prince?? garden.. holy- is that a palace behind you?! whats going on?!
before you could brainstorm any longer, the person from earlier waved their hand in front of you, catching your attention. "lady amador, its time to go. prince sebastian is looking for you."
prince sebastian? sebastian..
slowly, everything clicked to you, did you really reincarnated as one of the characters in the novel "The Villainess's Ultimate Plan!" holy shit.
you touched your face, and then looked into the pond again, that face..
the villainess younger brother?!
the one who disguised as the protagonist.. the one that planned the entire scheme to assassinate the crown prince but end up getting beheaded one day after the wedding night?!
with that information, your vision fade into black once again.
"My lady?!"
jerking awake, you hunched over, clasping a hand against your face. you slowly takes a few deep breathe, you slowly brought your hand away.
you looked to your side, the same person from earlier is standing next to you with a worried expression. not only them, a man with bright gold hair is sitting on a chair nearby reading a book.
prince fucking sebastian. the man that you're supposed to kill during you and the prince's wedding night.
he looked up from his book and walked up to you, you flinched away when he raised his hand, he stopped his action before he promptly caressing your face.
"you, please step out of Lady Penelope's room." he ordered the person (the maid maybe?), and they complied.
there was an awkward silence in the room, he was still holding your face, you looked at the side, scared to hold any eye contact with the man in front of you.
"look at me." he said in a stern voice, like a mom scolding her child.
so you did, afraid of any consequences. (since he was the same man that's willing to destroy the kingdom for your supposed sister.)
he let go of your face before sitting onto the side of the bed, his face is blank,, as if he dont care about you, but the worried tone in his voice said otherwise.
"y/n." you jumped at the name, how did he know your name- wasnt he supposed to call you by your sister's name ?! before you can say amything, he cut you off.
"..i was waiting for you at the dining table, but i got the news of you fainting in the garden right after waking up from your nap."
"..i apologize."
he leans in towards you, settling his hands onto your face once again as if to inspect for any injuries, he lets go once again when he saw no visible injuries.
"i know you prefer to be called lady amador when it comes to appearing as your sister, but a maid was here, and i have to convince people we have a medium love with each other.
especially when our wedding night is two days from now on."
what. the story already started?! no- screw that, how did he know you were pretending to be penelope?!
"how did you know im not lady penelope?" you kissed your teeth, gripping onto the comforter, subtly slapping the prince's hand away when he tried to reach for yours.
"lady penelope had sent a letter to me, personally stating about her plan, and we agreed on one term: i keep you safe and she sends me information of the war, simple.
though, i shall say, youre quite the beauty."
you were about to curse at penelope but your ears becoming warm after he said that, he chuckled before getting up of the bed.
"most married or engaged couples have monthly night together, and ours is two night from now on. we wont do anything sensual, do not worry."
"what-"
"see you tomorrow at lunch, dear." he kissed you on the forehead before walking out of your room.
for the next two days, you learnt the person at the garden is your personal maid, Andrea. apparently she found you laying on the ground at the garden (that sebastian built for you.) after you stated you were gonna take a stroll.
you also met your personal knight, William, Penelope's second love interest but was sadly killed when he defended you during your trail.
the three of you got along well, often seen having conversation near the garden or having tea party together. sebastian watched from his office and smiled at the sight of you chatting with Andrea.
william on the other hand,, have been too close to you for his liking. he nearly ripped an important paper when he saw william wiping off some biscuit crumbs from your face- why is he so touchy? Andrea couldve done that using a napkin.
he broke his pen, the black ink soaked his hand and his paper work. did you like damian better than him? why did you become flustered when the knight spoke about something?
should he get rid of him?
how troublesome.
he remembered when a butler and notify him what happened to you. he nearly tear down the entire palace when you didnt wake up for two hours he almost frown when you flinched and move away from him when he reach out to you. the way you were nervous around him,,
he slowly calmed down, reminding himself that you and his night together is tonight. he sighed, he should finish his work first then meet you tonight.
back in your chamber, Andrea and a few other maids helped you to get ready, even helping you to take a bath. you enjoyed the smell of lavender from the soapy water, an old maid massaged your body when you're just soaking inside the bathtub.
the old lady was kind enough to even offer you a drink as she tells you stories of her youth.
after that and when Andrea deemed you 'clean', began to dress you into a white night gown made with the finest silk, the strap of the grown barely hanging on your shoulder. the maid had explained that you have to wear this because 'the prince gave the gown as a gift.'
was he not shameless when his gift includes a set of lingerie?!
you fidget around with the ring, Andrea styled your hair into a loose braid, making sure you look presentable before leading you to the prince's chamber. you insisted that you walked by yourself, so she went back to the maid headquarter.
walking down the dimly lit hallway, no one is wandering except for a few knight patrolling. you soon arrived in front of his room, knocking a few time to make your presence known "sir sebastian-"
before you could finish, sebastian opened the door and grab you by the waist, dragging you into the room.
he lifts you up and carries you to the spacious bed, he gently laid you down and take a whiff of your scent before mumbled out a "you smells nice.."
you looked at him with wide eyes, he was only wearing a robe- your eyes wonders down and sees his toned body that he had clearly worked on. he noticed you and grinned, taking your hand and putting it on his chest
"like what you see?"
if you could kill him right now you would.
instead, you pushed him down the bed, him lying down on the bed and you on top.
"what if i do?
also.. i will be the one in charge tonight."
you leaned down, opening his robe hastily and take one nipple into your lips.
sebastian nearly flipped you over, but he held himself back. he moaned when you grinned onto his crotch, he lightly tugged your hair, leaning in as if asking for a kiss.
you gave him what he wanted, he softly moaned into the kiss, slowly his hand make its way towards your shorts, pulling it down your ankle before he pulls away from the kiss.
he sat up against the bed frame and settled you on his lap, he took in the sight of you wearing his gift- that he had commissioned for it to fit you, and god.
you are so pretty.
hair messy from the kissing session, the collar of the gown was low enough for him to see the lacey bra, a garter designed with silver lining tightly wrapped around your thigh and the underwear that only covered your erected cock-
he want to eat you up,,
so he did.
Sebastian was known to be a beast in bed as he was known in the battlefield,, was what the novel described him.
Unfortunately they were true to their words, his thrust was harsh and deep, creating impacts thats enough to make you cry out.
so much of being gentle?! he even ripped off your outfit, leaving you naked!
he was nice enough to eat you out earlier, even giving you to opportunity to ride his face.
sebastian continue with this harsh pace, holding one of your leg onto his shoulder while another holds your hand. his apologized multiple times while grunting, saying things likes
"im sorry- ah! youre so tight!"
"mm- if you keep moaning like that- hng! i wont be able to slow down-"
"dear.. mmh.. im sorry.. i'll take care of you later-!" im gonna kill you, you handsome bastard!!
you clung onto him on each thrust, it just feel so-! sebastian suddenly changed the position, pushing you on your knees while holding your arms at the back,
"se-sebasti- ah! wait-! mngh!" he holds your hand behind you back tightly to ground you, the position didnt help at all, you couldnt muffle your moans and his dick reach deeper than it did in the previous position.
he panted, letting go of your arms fearing that your arm is sore. he gave an apologetic kiss on your forehead before continuing .
he grunted when you tighten around him, he tried to sooth you by giving stroking your cock, but that only add to the pleasure as you cried out of overstimulation.
you felt like you were melting.
you had climax into sebastian's hand, fuck- why isnt he stopping-?! you continued to cry out before he stuff his finger with your cum into your mouth, you immediately bit onto his fingers to muffle your moans.
his climax came sooner than you expected, he twitched and came inside. he slowed down his thrust, riding out his climax before pulling out.
you panted, thinking its over,, until sebastian gripped your aas and spread them apart revealing your winking hole, dripping out his children batter.
without hesitation, he dive in as if its his last meal, slurping and eating his own cum. you moaned at this, trying to push him away but he stayed still.
"what are you-"
"round 2? gotta have heirs for the future y'know.." he said with a toothy grin, flipping you over your back and pressing you thigh until your ankle reach your chest.
"ah?!"
the knights guarding outside sebastian's chamber looked at each other then looked down, the two of them had an erection from your moaning- tone it down sometimes!
a/n: not proud with this one, will check and edit it in the morning (its 3.56 am right now) goodnight ^_^
#mayi'swriting—#oc x male reader#male reader#bottom male reader#bttm male reader#sub male reader#yandere x reader#yandere oc x reader
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nonidol!scoups x gn!reader | fluff + friends to lovers (lmao) | 0.8k | dent jusay - matt martians “He dont keep you satisfied but I’ll be here when you decide”
a/n. i think i'm manifesting with all the friends to lovers i'm writing, I swear I can write other tropes I'm just a little hyperfixated on the idea
“I know you” His voice echoed from the kitchen, the buzzing of the microwave filling the silent apartment. It was your average Saturday but Cheol was here, so it wasn’t so average, you got to see him about 3 times a year so it was actually a pretty rare Saturday.
You giggled in anticipation as he walked into the room bowl of popcorn in his hands, the look he gave you made you calm down immediately, he wasn’t done scolding you. He had been on it since he saw the text flash on your phone earlier in the afternoon, “You hate guys like that, you’ve said it every time you’ve complained about guys” you nod your head understandingly, he wasn’t wrong.
“I’m trying new things Cheol…” his brows furrow at you, the confusion is oozing on you at this point. You didn’t really have an explanation for your dear friend who knew you ultimately better than you knew yourself, things just lined up in this way and it wasn’t as bad as you had assumed it would be, “he’s really nice.”
Now he was laughing, that was fair, you didn’t really have anything else to justify yourself with, you give him a soft punch on the shoulder almost immediately regretting it forgetting how big he was under the oversized hoodie he covered himself in, a sharp pain ringing throughout your hand from the impact. He just shook his head as he watched you before turning back to you with a more serious expression, you already knew where it was going and you didn’t want it, standing up immediately from the couch walking to the other side of the room, “No Cheol”
He covered his mouth for a second, trying to hide his obvious amusement, his squinted eyes said it all, “This is on you, you know exactly how this is going to go.” You slammed your hands on your ears walking further away from his noise, once he stood up you knew it was going to get serious.
“Seungcheol please” you squeal as he took a couple steps towards you in your corner, he looked at you in disbelief “I can’t believe you’re doing all this” you shook your head in denial, pursing your bottom lips at him silently begging him to let you live in your delusion.
Now you were cornered, nowhere to run, no space for your eyes to wander, you looked up at him reluctantly, as much as you loved his advice, you were starting to feel out of luck. You knew he was just looking out for you but sticking to your dreams was exhausting because as much as you tried to hold on to your values, to stay in line with all the hopes you had of a future love, you kept getting slammed in the face. It almost felt like what you were looking for didn’t exist in this reality , that only the extremely lucky ones got a chance to taste that fairytale.
The look in his eyes was gentle, he couldn’t read your mind but whatever you had was close enough, he never intended to scold you or tell you your decision was wrong, he just hated seeing you undermine your aspirations. He knew your dreams, he knew how far you wanted to reach so he just couldn’t let you tie yourself to the ground when you were meant to be so up high.
“Listen—” simultaneously the words clashed bringing you both back to your familiar warmth, he nods his head at you kindly giving you the first word.
“I know you’re worried because I get all fantasy and wishful about love, but you know that’s all it is, a fantasy. If I get too unrealistic, I’ll just end up being alone.”
You can see the frown forming on his face as he listens to your words taking them into account, his lips part open for a second before immediately shutting close letting him take a deep breath to formulate his thoughts right.
“I want you to dream y/n, you’ve said you want to fly, I want you to fly.”
Had you been waiting to hear those words? Why did hearing them come with a wave of relief? Or was it just the fact that they came from a voice that you paired with that feeling?
You didn’t know how badly you wanted to hold on to that fantasy till you heard someone ask you to, someone wanted you to dream amidst all the chaos.
“Is he letting you fly?” a playful smirk dances on his lips, his head tilted to the side as he wonders. With a tight pout you shake your head looking down at his hands following them as they cup your cheeks forcing you to look back up at him,
“I’d let you fly, you can let go with me” you couldn’t help the way your eyes bounced between his, trying to catch a hint of a joke, a speck of comedy and yet. The thunder in your chest only getting more imposing as you realized how badly you wanted this, how this was always at the back of your mind whenever you were together, how you’ve always wanted him.
“I know you.”
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#seventeen#seventeen fluff#seventeen x reader#svt#svt fanfic#svt fluff#svt imagines#svt x reader#choi seungcheol#seungcheol x reader#seventeen seungcheol#seungcheol fluff#svt seungcheol#scoups x reader#scoups fluff#scoups
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I'm not sure if this is what you're after but here it is anyway!
What would push OT8 over the edge into fucking you in semi-public?
I can see Minho putting up with reader being super bratty until he can't take it anymore and needing to put them in their place (like how Hyunjin pokes at him until he reacts).
I can see Changbin being really possessive for some reason, but not in a way he reacts in front of everyone, only showing that side to his S/O. He will watch you flirt from a distance with a smirk on his face until he can't take it anymore and drag you into the nearest bathroom?
Chan being the absolute comfort person he is, I can see it being something discussed thoroughly about before hand and he sees you wearing an agreed upon item, showing him it's something you want?
I'm so sorry if this isn't what you wanted or if you are uncomfy with this, feel free to just delete it 😅
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ㅤ ♡ ͟ ׂ ㅤ 𝖲𝖳𝖱𝖠𝖸 𝖪𝖨𝖣𝖲 + 𝖶𝖧𝖠𝖳 𝖯𝖴𝖲𝖧𝖤𝖲 𝖳𝖧𝖤𝖬 𝖨𝖭𝖳𝖮 𝖥𝖴𝖢𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖦 𝖸𝖮𝖴 𝖨𝖭 𝖲𝖤𝖬𝖨-𝖯𝖴𝖡𝖫𝖨𝖢 !
pairing: ot8 skz x gn!reader
genre: smut, exhibitionism, semi-public fucking (obv).
note: set this at a random formal event but i think it works for pretty much every setting lmao and this ask has been staying in my inbox for WAY TOO LONG OMG, hope u enjoy :3 also, made some paraghraps shorter and others longer, hope yall dont mind
receiving nudes from you (chan) — he's not paying you enough attention, and he's looking absolutely scrumptious in the suit he chose to wear tonight? sneak into the bathroom and send him a pic of your tits/ass/pussy/dick or whatever you know turns him on and you can bet he's gonna knock at your door the following second. you also made sure to include the 'free use' bracelet in the picture you sent him, so as soon as he walks in, he knows he can go wild and wholly ravage you without caring if other people can hear.
being bratty, aka teasing and challenging him while he's speaking to other people (minho, seungmin) — keep butting into his conversations, poke fun at him and challenge whatever he's saying just for funsies, just to get a reaction out of him and see how fast he's pulling you into the first storage room he spots. next thing you know, your face is smushed against the fancy wooden door and his hands are all over you, his hard cock is roughly thrusting inside of you from behind, his lips are biting and sucking on your neck, and your broken moans are filling the cramped room. you bite your bottom lip in an attempt to shut up, because you can hear people chatting and laughing on the other side of the door you're being pressed against, but his hand quickly comes up to grip your throat, squeezing it, making your gasp. “trying to shut that big fucking mouth of yours now, huh? should've thought of doing it sooner.” he hisses in your ear, before speeding up his thrusts.
actively trying to make him jealous (changbin, jeongin) — he knows you're doing this just to rile him up, to make him act up and be possessive in front of others just for fun, but he doesn't fall for your games. instead, he watches from the bar stool, drink in hand, as you flirt with a rando, whispering whatever in their ear, touching their hands and whatnot, but still, you eyes never leave his, and his ego inflates, he grins at that, at the way your eyes now burn on his skin because that was not the reaction you wanted out of him. he sees you glare at him, before your hands start lingering just a tad too long on that rando's chest, and arms. he sees you biting your bottom lip and laughing a little bit to hard at whatever they are saying. he bets that was the worst fucking joke someone had ever spit out during the whole course of humanity, and it annoys him how you're willing to show just anyone your beautiful smile. but what pushes him over the edge is when that rando gets just a bit too comfortable and places their hands on your hips, their face gets a bit too close to yours and you don't push them away. you subtly look at him, hiding a victorious smile when you see him down his drink and walk towards you. you won. you know your guts are about to be destroyed, and you can't wait for that to happen.
lingering touches (hyunjin, felix) — he's a sucker for soft intimacy, so the feeling of your fingertips tracing his neck as you sit next to each other, of your thighs brushing his, of your soft lips pressing kisses on his cheeks whenever you think people aren't watching, turns him on. hey, don't make fun of him! he's whipped for you, what's he supposed to do about it? he tries to conceal his growing boner by crossing his legs and placing his hands on his lap, but you know him too well, and the event is kinda boring, so a little teasing and touching his dick above his clothes won't do any harm, right? wrong, because all it takes is an 'accidental' brush of your thumb over his tip and he's dragging you in the bathroom to fuck your brains out.
“i don't have any panties on.” (jisung) — whisper this in his ear and watch his cheeks go red, his mouth go agape, and his adam's apple bob. you walk away from him with a giggle and his eyes are stuck on your hips swaying towards the bathroom, easily picturing you naked skin hiding under the fabric. he tries to fight his growing boner, to remember that he's at an extremely important event, but with a fake cough, he's zooming through the crowd and directed to the bathroom a few seconds later, where you are waiting for him with a grin and, indeed, no panties on. doesn't take him long before he's desperately rutting inside of you and struggling to keep his mouth shut at your soft praises.
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#🍑 anon#skz smut#stray kids smut#skz hard thoughts#stray kids hard hours#stray kids hard thoughts#skz hard hours#kpop smut
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Hiya could I request Val x reader, where reader and angel become friends and val gets jealous of them spending time together. It can be NSFW if u want it to
AN: trying to think of a title but i can't think of shit LMFAO. gonna put the SFW stuff at the top and the N$FW at the bottom.
also i can't really think of when val would be jealous of angel n you normally cuz i dont think he has thaaat much beef w/ angel so it can probably be taken as val having a wittle psychotic crushy wushy on reader and denying it in his head lolz
also halfway through writing this i just realized that you could've wanted a soft thing of valentino and reader talking it out and being like 'erm bro i got jealous...' and shit but like i went more of the canon route :3333
Pairing: Valentino x GN! Reader, (Platonic) Angel Dust x GN! Reader
Warnings: Valentino typical shit, weaaaapoons ooo, Violence, Angel Dust slander, Valentino being an asshole, Degradation,
SFW-ish HCs:
You and Angel Dust were Valentino's top stars. Made him the most cash and shit so he was slightly nicer to the both of you. Of course, that also meant you had to film more often.
So, imagine how fucking PISSED he was when you were not only late for filming, your ass also went to goof around with Angel. Mind you, he was already pissing and shitting himself after Angel skeddaddled to the Hazbitch Hotel.
The mere thought that he might lose another of his top stars to that shithole made him petulantly stomp his feet like a whiny bitch. He decided to be a nice, kind individual (he's delusional) and try to let you off with a warning. Honestly, said 'warning' was just him making you feel like shit and making himself seem nice and all that.
As much as he likes the amount of cash Angel Dust gets him, he gets irked every time he sees that slutty bitch's face. It was definitely hypocritical of him to say, but he considered Angel a 'bad influence'. He's just waiting for the day he catches you fucking around with those redemption hoes. Valentino's hands are just itching to grab his beloved gun and shoot the fucking hotel up. (lmao will I get flagged for that)
Thank god you weren't late for anything else for a long while. Valentino almost forgot how much he was raging until he spots Angel and you at a mall. A fucking mall. Great, and you're even giggling and kicking your feet with him. Valentino swears he has no actual interest in you, but that shit set him off. He screeches at Vox for like 3 hours until you pull up at the studio and he goes batshit.
He gives Angel the most ominous glare in the history of, idk, me and your mom's relationship and drags you to the dressing room. Seriously, why the fuck is he acting like this? Fucking hell. Why the fuck were you flirting with the horny spider shitbag? (Delusional Valentino real) To be fair, he'd be more pissed if you were trying to hit on some rando in the street, but Angel Dust is still a traitorous lying dick in his book. I forgot if that was a phrase or not. Or idiom, I don't fucking know.
Wow, that's a lot of fucks.
Now for the sussy HC's boom:
He's fucking your brains out. He probably won't stop until he physically sees marks of his hands and teeth everywhere. Doesn't bother to prep you with anything, just rawdogs it.
Has you bent over the makeup desk thing or whatever the fuck it's called and holding your face in one of his hands. Says the most condescending shit, but it just sounds embarrassingly insecure. Well, it would be funny if it wasn't for how he's one movement away from choking your lights out.
His claws dig into your back and he has one of your legs onto the table just to hit the angle that has you crying. All the while, his mouth is yapping away about how if you left him he would track you down and obliterate your asshole until you can't walk for the next week and a half.
Bonus points if he drags Angel in just to watch his expression while he makes you say stupid shit. Probably thinks he's being cool based off Angel Dust's upset face, but that's mainly because Angel's just feeling bad for you. Valentino's still having his headcanon that Angel and you are trying to hit it off.
Valentino's probably pushing the laws of physics with this because that's at least Mach 10 speed. It's a joke, I think. Running his fingers over your spine to watch you shiver, his pride is almost palpable.
Once he busted a nut, he walks off like nothing happens. Literally strutting away like he just invented the flying dildo or something. Oh god, this is making me think that he probably has. Christ.
Angel helps clean you up and the two of you can share a depressing laugh about how you're literally just homies. Valentino acts a lot more possessive afterwards and religiously stares Angel Dust down.
Good luck trying to leave the tower now, he's making sure he's constantly watching you.
Drabble woo (i'll make a ff of this soon i promise)
Valentino's eye twitches as he takes labored breaths. "You fucking slut." He growls out as he clenches and unclenches his fists. His wings are unraveled and he slams the dressing room door shut. Suddenly, his entire personality pulls a 180. His lower set of hands go to cup your face and he visibly relaxes. "Aw, baby," He coos. "Do I not give you enough attention? Is that why you're so desperate to whore around with Angel?" As if he's trying to coax an answer out of you, he runs his hand down your back in a comforting (?) motion. Apparently his attention span is really fucking low because he abruptly stands up and lifts you up by your neck. He fucking squeezes. Hard.
"How the fuck am I not treating you well enough? Since you have so much time to fuck around and go burn my well earned cash with that lanky bitch, how about you tell me what you're not happy about?!" His nails dig into your skin and you can vaguely feel the blood slowly trickling down. Your heart is like it's beating out of your chest and holy shit, the adrenaline is going crazy.
AN: okay yeah so sry for sudden stop but ill probably write this as a fanfic thing later cuz rn i procrasinated this req for soo long like 5 whopping days bro oh my gyatt. im gonna work on my masterlist and whatever first and then ill get this done okie? okie thanks 4 understanding i hope this req was what you wanted otherwise feel free to ask for a remake w/ a diff vibe yk :p
#valentino x reader#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin hotel x you#valentino#hazbin hotel vees#angel dust
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uncanny ii. resemblance ∯
♡° pairing. . . lee heeseung x male reader
♡° genre. . . smut, fluff, angst
♡° summary. . . so you ended up with your twin sister’s boyfriend... what a turn of events. heeseung is definitely your dream guy, but little did you expect all of what exactly would unfold once you got him.
♡° includes. . . bottom!reader, even more horny bisexual hee!! lmao, lots & lots of kissing, dry humping, possessive heeseung, finger sucking, car sex (almost), blow job, orgasm prolonging, unprotected sex (dont irl!!)
♡° wc. . . 7k
°A/N. . . requested by many !! months & months later... finally 😮💨, i am so happy to be posting this!! i had no idea that so many of you would enjoy Uncanny, & i never intended on adding a second part. im just so mad it took me so long to write— so i’m sorry guys, i really hope its not awful !!!
. . . .% Part 1 ♡ % . . . .
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“so.... you two are now... dating...?”
three pairs of very beady yet confused eyes lingered before you in your family living room. their glances examined you head to toe, along with a certain 6' ft male who stood beside you.
you could feel your palm growing clammy in heeseung’s hold as you both timidly nodded, desperate to read the intent behind the deadpanned expression on your parents’ faces.
despite heeseung’s tall and stronger build, he almost felt his weakening knees give from beneath him as he caught eye contact with your sister-- his ex-- who had an ominously suspicious look on her face. he had seen this expression on her quite often, but was never the recipient. it was less than ideal.
“well, y/n, do you really like him?” your mother chimed, her puzzled tone cracking the silence.
all you could do was nod once again, slightly more fervently at the question. if only ‘like’ was enough to describe your feelings for the equally-as-nervous boy who stood fiddling with your fingers.
“and heeseung? do you really like my son?” your father spoke up this time, eyebrows transfixed as he sunk deeper into his leather recliner.
heeseung found himself only able to offer a shy nod as well, the soles of his shoes feeling as if they were hovering over lava from the heat of the atmosphere.
“words, son.” your dad sternly quipped.
it was unbelievable to heeseung how these two adults, whom he'd usually seen as secondary parents, suddenly felt like stone cold, life-sentencing supremes.
“yes–” the poor boy coughed, clearing his throat. “yes sir.”
the fluttering of your heart after hearing his confession out loud threatened to distract you from the anxiety that surged through your nerves, but one glance up at your sister snatched you back to reality.
you couldn’t believe any of this was actually happening. normally, you and your twin shamelessly spilled everything you thought and felt to one another without a second thought - but you could only feel like shit as your mind resurfaced flashbacks of heeseung working your body in ways you’d only dreamt about, while your sibling, who just so happened to be his former lover, lingered cluelessly outside your room.
you and the older male had debated often after your first hookup whether or not this was something you guys should make public, out of fear of what your sister would think.
but you knew you were too in love with heeseung– and always have been, to keep things suppressed. especially since neither of you showed signs of leaving what happened as a simple one night stand. so you chose the route of honesty, which lead you to the painfully awkward confession in front of your high council of family members.
“okay.” your mother, sister, and father chirped in a perky unison.
the air shifted, the imaginary weight your shoulders bore suddenly vanishing into nothingness.
“okay!?” you and heeseung blurted in an equally perplexed harmony.
“yeah, okay!” your sister responded, on her own this time.
she uncrossed her folded arms, picking up the laundry basket she was previously interrupted from lugging to her room. “whatever keeps mr. clingy out of my hair so often. he’s a lot like an abandoned puppy at times, you know... was starting to get a bit draining.”
“i’m... right here, you know.” heeseung mumbled out in response to your sister’s teasing. you noticed the tint of his cheeks growing red and couldn’t help but softly chuckle.
“honey, don’t be a bully.” your dad replied before your parents emitted a couple giggles themselves.
“i’m sure what she meant to say was,” your mother started, standing to grab her purse and approach heeseung. “we love having you around. you’ve been a part of this family for some time now, so as long as you take care of our son as well as you did our daughter, there’s no reason for us to not give you our blessing.”
and with that, she gave heeseung and yourself a quick peck to the cheeks before sauntering out of the room. she was followed shortly by the others, leaving just the two of you motionless as mannequins; both dumbfounded.
that was... easy. too easy.
the back of your head landed gently against your pillows as heeseung pressed a deep kiss into your lips, giddy giggles escaping the both of you.
the taller male’s hands casually roamed under your tank top as his mouth nearly swallowed you whole, pliantly groaning as he felt your fingers dance into his locks. his confidence was through the roof, the adrenaline from the confession still running ramped through his bones.
he rolled his hips flush into yours, smirking into the makeout after absorbing one of your small whimpers.
“what... even just happened?” you sighed out as heeseung moved to nip at your jaw.
“i have no fucking clue.” he chuckled between nibbles on your sensitive skin, tracing over the area under your ear with his eager tongue.
you moaned, tugging his head back to reconnect your lips and feel that very tongue glide over yours. you reveled in the feeling of his hands massaging you beneath your shirt, not even the slightest bit surprised when he lifted it high enough to place kisses on your tummy.
“i just don’t- seriously... how did we pull that off??” you babbled, genuinely baffled while heeseung adjusted between your legs into an easier position for planting pecks along your hips.
he hummed into your skin, propping one of your legs around his torso. “i don’t know, i guess we’re way better than we thought.”
heeseung’s kisses started growing hungrier, and he took the liberty to suck a few marks on the surface of your stomach amidst your confused rambling. your hips started instinctively rolling into his chest, and you bit back a moan from the friction of your member grinding against his solid pecs.
“seunggie, wait, literally everyone is still home...”
“so? we got the green light, didn’t we?” the boy taunts before playfully tugging on the waistband of your shorts.
you chuckle before nudging his hands away, scooting yourself back to sit up against your bed’s headboard. “i think so... but let’s talk about that first.”
heeseung huffed while blinking his gorgeous lashes at you, dramatically hovering above the empty silhouette of where your body was.
“talk about...?”
“well, the word my parents used. dating.” you uttered as if it were a curse word.
“you... want to talk about the word ‘dating’?” he questioned, shifting to prop his head up with an elbow.
“not the word itself, stupid- i just..... i think-” you stumbled, laughing to yourself while also resisting that familiar rosy blush from spreading on your cheeks. "i think if we’re officially a thing...”
heeseung hesitatingly nodded along with your words, his beautiful brown orbs watching you intently as if he was trying to read your mind.
“then shouldn’t we, like, do the things people who date do before we keep messing around? like,, don’t we have to do that sappy couple stuff before sex?”
heeseung couldn’t help but release a loud chuckle at your adorableness, attempting to muffle it in a nearby pillow. god, you wanted to at least pretend to be aggravated, but his laugh was just too damn cute.
“you’ve never dated anyone, have you?” he asked when he eventually finished his cackles.
“...is it that obvious?” you chime, your signature blush undeniably as present as ever.
the older boy cooed at you, quickly sitting up and pulling you into the empty space between his lap. he pecked your lips, running his thumb along the bridge of your nose and fondly examining your flustered face, a little too long for your liking, before finally speaking up.
“i mean, if my baby boy wants a date, then that’s what we’ll do. you’re right, we should get to know each other more first.”
you wanted to melt into a puddle and trickle all over his lap right then and there, and absolutely would if you physically could. you felt small, but protected, under heeseung’s gaze. something about the way he looked at you made your insides ignite with a feeling you’d never felt so intensely before, and you started to realize you were down… bad.
“okay!” you triumphed brightly.
you cupped your hands around his neck, leaning forward to place a soft kiss on his forehead before staring back into his eyes.
“where do you wanna go?” heeseung inquired, nonchalantly leaning back on his arms propped behind him.
“i don’t know? we just established i’m the one who’s never done this before!” you admitted while shifting your eyes down to his prominent adams apple, grazing your finger over it.
“fine, it’ll be a surprise. and you’re gonna love it. this friday.”
everything just sounded so cool coming from him, and he spoke in that careless manner that was just too hot to keep you focused.
“perfect,” you feigned confidence, having transitioned to fiddling with his hoodie’s drawstrings. “and... no more kissing until then.”
heeseung let out an exaggerated gasp, eyebrows furrowing at you.
you could only chuckle before being completely tackled back into your mattress, your boyfriend’s lips as relentless as ever.
so much for that rule.
two weeks later, you and heeseung were sickeningly attached by the hips— and lips— more than ever.
the boy had swooped you off your feet in every sense of the term. he took you on your first date, a dual movie-picnic date on his front lawn wrapped in warm blankets (all too cliché, but still didn’t fail to spark a storm of butterflies in your stomach), which led to your second. and then third. and then fourth... and they only got better each time.
after living a long, agonizing year of being secretly infatuated with him, you weren’t sure if it were physically possible to even fall for this guy any more.
yet, you were wrong.
through solely a few mere weeks, myriad of walks around town, and late night drives, you were seeing so many more sides of heeseung than you could’ve imagined. his charms, humor, honesty, chivalry, and even his flaws. you were taking in all of it. and he was learning so much more about you, beyond the fact of being the former love of his life’s twin brother.
you were growing obsessed with each other, and it showed. at no point in the day could heeseung keep his hands to himself anymore, and you were hardly complaining.
it even came down to the time you had to actually pry his lips from your neck in a public restaurant so that a stunned waitress, the unfortunate soul to serve your table, could finally take your order.
he just loved to show you off;
no matter where you were.
his tinge of possessiveness was a bit embarrassing at first, but god it was kinda hot. you were so caught up in the total package of lee heeseung that you hardly had sense to worry about anything else; not caring if you were in the seclusion of your rooms or a grocery store parking lot when he would snake one of his hands down your pants to greet your erection.
every little thing he did drove you crazy, and even more so vice versa.
little did you know, heeseung was operating from a slightly different source of obsession.
you sat in the passenger seat of heeseung's red mercedes, soft rnb music playing through your boyfriend's speakers as one of his hands securely held the back of your neck while he lathered your lips in passionate, lustful kisses.
you moaned as heeseung swirled his tongue in your mouth, taking his sweet time in tasting you and using his free hand to guide yours down to his crotch. you were hesitant, but couldn't resist pressing your palm to his member to feel how hard he already was.
heeseung exhaled from the pleasure, wasting no time in maneuvering your hand beneath his waistband. he swallowed a gasp that escaped your lips once he started shamelessly bucking his hips up into your hold.
it took strength, but you willed yourself to break apart from the kiss and give him a nervous look, considering the two of you were parked in front of his parent's house in broad daylight.
"babe," you spoke, catching your breath. "we're about to go inside, we shouldn't."
your boyfriend smirked at you, hearing your warning but noticing how you still hadn't retracted your hand from inside his pants. his eyes also caught the slowly forming tent in your own jeans.
"exactly, that's why we should get this out of the way now." he half whined, needily leaning over into your space and tugging at your hips. "my mom takes forever to get dinner ready, you know I can't wait."
his plush lips were immediately on your neck before you could rebut, him aiming straight for your weak spot. damn, he knew exactly how to kill your resolve in an instant.
you rolled your eyes, partially from annoyance but also from the way he groaned while sucking on your soft flesh. you fumbled a bit, climbing over the center console and settling atop of his thighs. his satisfied grin only grew wider before rushing to capture your lips again, his kisses as addicting as ever.
heeseung's large hands roamed up and down your back as he widened his jaw to deepen the kiss, and quickly settled them on your hips to grind you forwards on his lap.
your arms found purchase on his broad shoulders as you molded your mouths more fervently. heeseung repeated the action in a rhythm, pleased by how simple it was to get reactions out of you.
jolts of excitement tingled through your legs as your clothed bulges ran along each other, the feeling heavenly as you began bucking your hips on your own accord without his assistance. heeseung's hands snuck their way under your shirt and returned to roaming your back. he gently dragged his short nails along your skin, causing goosebumps to grow array all over you.
your own hands began unbuttoning his flannel and dipping under his collar, the familiar smoothness of his shoulders warm on your fingertips, helping settle your anxieties of being seen by the neighbors, or worse– his own parents who were inside the house mere steps away.
you couldn't understand how heeseung always had you in these sort of positions, but judging from the rock hard length pressing between your thighs, he was clearly into it.
heeseung could still feel your nervousness, and leaned back amused as he watched the embarrassment and pleasure battle for dominance on your face. he kissed the tip of your nose and chuckled.
"your sister used to love making out to this song." he mumbled in a low tone, dipping down to wrap his lips around your adams apple while simultaneously turning up the radio's volume.
you could barely register the odd statement as you threw your head back, eyes fluttering closed when heeseung started suckling and licking on the column of your throat in sync with the melodic tune that filled the car.
it was bliss, but just as you felt yourself drawing close to your high, the sentence rang through your head again.
your sister? this song? in this car?
suddenly, the image of your sister being in your exact same position– which she undoubtedly had been in several times before, flashed through your mind.
it caused you to jolt a little bit. heeseung paid no mind to the sudden action, thinking it was another one of your cute responses to his ministrations.
"uhm... hee?" your hips slowed to a halt, a bit of that familiar guilt settling into you again.
at first you thought it was just mindless sex talk, but as you had delved deeper into your official relationship with heeseung, you caught on to how often he would still talk about your twin, consistently making comparisons and recalling similarities between the two of you.
he wasn't necessarily wrong, but it was getting weirder as it progressed. you had just convinced yourself it was natural due to how similar you were with your sibling, and kept things pushing without dwelling on it for too long.
"hee?" you spoke again, opening your eyes when you hadn't gotten a response.
he hummed against your neck, sloppy kisses never ending in the crook of your neck. you managed to draw back, gently pushing his shoulders to disconnect from his lips. he looked at you quizzically, yet adoration still beaming in his eyes.
"i've been meaning to talk to you about-"
you were cut off by the abnormally loud ringing of his cell phone, which sat lodged in one of the car's cup holders. he sighed, telling you to wait just a moment when he read the caller id.
"hello? yeah mom, we just pulled up. we're coming in now." he exhaled, gently rubbing your thigh.
a huff of disappointment left your nose, but you were semi-grateful you didn't actually have to have the awkward conversion right before meeting his parents.
you gathered yourself back together, clasping the first few buttons of heeseung's shirt back together for him as he flattened the small wrinkles on yours.
he opened the car door, helping you climb out of his lap and onto the pavement, where you readjusted yourself in the reflection of the car's glass.
"after you, prince." heeseung gestured to his home's front door.
"but, it's your house." you responded.
"yeah, but... mom likes it when people make strong first impressions." the older boy grinned.
you took your bottom lip in between your teeth, a pool of nervousness returning to your gut as you realized you really had never met heeseung's parents before.
sure, they were all too familiar with your sister from their year together, but you were an entirely different story - an entirely more complicated story.
you knocked on the large glass front door nervously, heeseung standing just behind your shoulder. he leaned down to whisper.
"they don't take to strangers very well. if you get scared, tap my leg. they can be pretty tough."
heeseung was a liar.
you had received nothing but beaming smiles and suffocating hugs as soon as you stepped through the door.
you had prepared to walk into a homophobic hellfire, not knowing what sort of glares and comments would be thrown your way. setting the fact that you were a boy aside, you still had plenty to worry about.
heeseung left a committed relationship, albeit not by his own choice, just to end up with his girlfriend’s brother was quite a unique situation - yet it seems his parents hadn’t even thought about that as they chattered away through dinner table conversation. shit, the wholesome smile you were met with the second his mom opened the door would be tattooed in your mind forever.
“so, y/n dear, heeseung hasn’t been giving you too much trouble now, has he?” his mother asked as she cut her steak into tiny pieces from across the table.
“our son can be so lazy sometimes,” his dad chimed in with a chuckle. “gotta make sure he’s not constantly slacking off.”
you laughed, feeling like heeseung was being regarded as your new employee. you caught a slight frown on his face from his parents teasing, and you reached up to run your hand through his hair.
“i guess you could say he isn’t too bad.”
he looked to you quickly, an adoring smile growing, seemingly grateful you hadn’t joined in his parent’s shenanigans. or so he thought.
“except for when he takes forever to get out of bed. or to go run errands. or to-”
“alright!” he huffed, frustratingly spooning some food together on his plate.
you all erupted with laughter, he was so cute when he pouted. it was nice seeing lee heeseung, the confident athlete, get all blushy and shy around his parents - his usual commanding demeanor nowhere to be found as he sheepishly shoveled broccoli into his cheeks. yet another side of him you hadn’t expected to see, but made you fall just a little more.
you found yourself in heeseung’s room after dinner, a surprise to no one, after helping his parents clean the dishes afterwards.
you had taken the opportunity to spend more time laughing and teasing heeseung alongside his parents, so it was no shocker that he quickly whisked you away to his own private space - desperate to have all of your attention fully on him.
you giggled as you were ushered into his bedroom, his hands never leaving your waist until the door was securely shut.
“your parents are so much fun.” you beamed at the taller boy whose blush still lingered on his face.
“yeah, probably a little too much fun.” he huffed, walking over and plopping on his bed.
your eyes fondly gazed around his bedroom, surprisingly still somewhat childlike, figurines and pictures of his youth still lining the shelves. a genuine smile grew on your face. you really shouldn’t be shocked, he did often have the tendencies of a big baby.
“you know, mr. lee, you’re not all that of a tough guy.” you commented, reaching up to examine one of his action figures.
“oh, really? what makes you think that?” he chuckled back, discreetly unbuttoning his shirt while you were distracted.
“yeah… i don’t know why you put up the act so often, you’re really just a little softie. like i remember whe-” the words halted in their tracks when you turned to taunt him more, but froze at the view of his toned abs glaring right at you, jeans slightly lowered on his hips.
“is that so?” he responded lowly, tilting his head to the side. “why don’t you bring that little ass over here and see how much of a softie i really am?”
his words sent a wave of arousal straight to your cock, which you immediately tried to will from springing to action so quickly.
you let out a half-spirited scoff, trying to appear unbothered as he sat there and widened his legs while staring you down. but damn, the golden evening light that shone through his window was hitting him in all the right places. his solid abdomen lured you in while he lolled his head back, teasing you with the prominent grooves of his neck that had you practically squeezing your legs together.
damnit, he was temptation personified – too effortlessly hot for you to resist.
before you knew it your legs brought you to stand between his. he cocked an eyebrow before giving you another annoyingly sexy smirk and nodding his chin towards your own top.
“off.”
your face instantly surged with heat, but you couldn’t help but obey with the sudden authority he spoke with. in seconds your shirt was discarded and on the floor by his feet, a chill crawling across your topless chest.
“you know, i’m not really a fan of how much you used my parents to tease me tonight,” he said monotonously, raking a warm hand up your exposed torso. “i think you were enjoying it wayyy too much.”
his thumb found one of your perked nipples, rubbing in firm circles. you moaned at the sensation, just to hurriedly cover your mouth with your own hand, the realization that you were at his parents’ house hitting you once again.
“hee… wait.” you responded, attempting to take a step back.
heeseung only chuckled before catching you still with his free arm, continuing to play with your sensitive bud.
“where’s all the laughter now? you were having so much fun earlier, remember? let's keep that fun going.”
your boyfriend then leaned in to run his warm tongue over your other exposed nipple, causing you to hold back another whimper as your hands flew to his hair. he pulled your body closer as he started suckling on the bud, and you didn’t have it in you to fight it anymore. once he started working his mouth on you like this, you were puddy.
you cursed how weak you were to his actions, but even he could sense how badly you wanted him at all times.
“s-someones the jealous type, huh?” you stuttered, sounding way less intimidating than you wanted. “even over your parents, hm?”
he released your bud with a wet pop, dark eyes shooting straight up to yours before returning his lustful gaze to your body. your limbs started to quake with desire.
“how could i not be? when i have all of this just for me…”
both of his hands held your hips as he licked a long, teasing strip up your torso before finishing it with a peck to your chest. he locked eyes with you again, his determined pupils staring deep into your trembling, desperate ones. he enunciated his next words slow and smooth, like honey.
“just… for… me…”
you pounced first. you couldn’t take it anymore, the alluring mischief in his eyes and addictive touch all over your physique had you grinding your topless bodies together like animals. your limbs entangled with his as your mouths waged war together, the possessive bites against your lips sending your mind into a daze.
he effortlessly flipped you over, taking the advantage to grind down on you even stronger one last time before working the zipper of your jeans. he stripped the both of you down to your boxers in record time, licking his lips as he watched you begin to palm your own growing bulge - putting on a show for him.
“you’re going to absolutely kill me.” heeseung muttered, trying to control the raging need surging throughout him.
“your parents might do that for me, if they catch us.” you speak with a newfound confidence, hiding the fact that you were completely mortified of that exact occurrence.
heeseung chuckled before shimmying your last layer of underwear off, leaving you fully exposed for him as he lowered his own and started pumping his unbelievably large member.
“we won’t have to worry about it if you can stay quiet, prince.”
you thought heeseung was about to just dive into you raw as he lowered his muscular body to yours, but relaxed when you felt him reach under his pillow to grab a bottle of lube. your eyes grew wide.
“you planned this!” you gasped, fauxing a complaint.
“shh shhh.” heeseung hushed you, tapping his fingers against your lips.
narrowing your gaze at him, you didn’t hesitate to trap his fingers between your lips, emitting a low groan from your throat as you ran your tongue over his digits. you successfully caught him off guard, if his quiet gasp was anything to go by, but a sly grin crept on his face.
“naughty boy, trying to do my job for me. are you that excited?” he commented before yanking his digits from your mouth, chuckling at your pout.
he leaned down to swiftly place a flurry of pecks on your plump lips while lubing his fingers up, right before he reached down to push them into your entrance. you moaned into the air much louder than before, causing his other hand to toss the bottle of lube and clamp your mouth shut.
“god, baby, do you want them to hear us? control yourself.” he smirked, finding all too much pleasure in the way your eyes rolled back when he began pumping his digits in and out of you.
a mantra of muffled sounds flew from your mouth into heeseung’s palm, and thankfully so, since your body had already compromised your self control. when he finally pulled his fingers from your ass, you whined at the loss of contact.
“heeseung, please fuck me already. please.” you breathlessly begged once he removed his palm from your mouth.
again, heeseung mercilessly chuckled down at your state.
“such a needy boy… so fucked out and i haven’t even done much.”
you wanted to banter back like you usually would, but this man had already reduced you into such a desperate mess with nothing but a couple minutes and his hands. he learned so quickly how your body worked, and how much of an affect his words had on you. once you were turned on by him, you wanted– needed every ounce of him as soon as you could have him.
feeling merciful, heeseung lined up his girth with your entrance, pushing in slowly. this time, it was an equal struggle for both of you to keep yourselves quiet, the size of his length and intense look into your eyes causing you to melt while your hole sucked him in so desperately.
“fuck, fuck. still such a tight ass. my boyfriend really loves my cock, hm?” heeseung grunted, trying to keep himself together when he saw tears of pleasure form at the corner of your eyes.
you nodded your head, unable to form words at the pleasurable pain you felt. your fingers curled into his dark locs as he lowered his head to sink his teeth into your neck, sucking marks there in order to keep quiet. you were fighting with everything in you to not scream and beg him for more, for him to fully consume you.
“h-hee,” you whined, trying to keep it a whisper. “more.”
your hands sprawled along his toned back, feeling his muscles ripple as he began rutting his hips into yours, releasing deep moans into your neck. the vibration had you feel like you were levitating, a sensation only heeseung seemed to bring you.
legs sliding along his strong thighs, you wrapped them around his torso as he picked up in speed, your vision blurring over at his power.
“you’re so sexy, baby. sucking me in so well, making me lose my fucking mind.” he commented between the harsh nips along your jaw, sweat starting to bead around his forehead. “what if my parents came in here and saw me wrecking you like this? would you like that? my mom seeing me do all of this to you right here after breaking up with your sister.”
you squeezed your legs tighter around his torso as he spoke, causing you to moan out loud once feeling your leaky cock rub against his solid abs. before heeseung could shush you, you clenched down on his fat length while your liquids shot out over his chest - him finding the moment so hot that it was only a second before he was emptying out in you as well.
he collapsed on top of you after as you both silently gasped for breath, but you welcomed the crushing feeling.
you couldn’t believe you just screwed him in his childhood room, with his parents just on the other side of the door, praying they didn’t hear you. but knowing how turned on heeseung was by risks, you should’ve known this was gonna be how the night would end.
after just sitting in eachothers embrace for a while, you finally sat up, heeseung leaning over to place even more kisses on your glossed over lips, never getting enough of you.
“lets get cleaned up and head to bed, prince. my parent’s already know you’re staying the night.”
“staying the night?” you questioned tilted your head. you saw another sinister glint in his eye as he kissed you one more time.
“yeah, you still gotta meet my grandparents tomorrow.”
you drug your feet through the threshold of your home, utterly exhausted. it had been a long day of class, filled with a suspicious amount of exams and lectures compared to normal, but you were relieved to finally be done with the day.
heeseung had texted you just as you had begun driving home, telling you he was already at your place helping your dad with chores around the house. you smiled to yourself, still giddy over how perfect he was and thankful for the loving relationship between him and your family – you couldn’t wait to finally see him after such a draining day.
it was oddly silent as you walked through the house, failing to have found heeseung when visiting your parent’s room in hopes to collapse in his arms as soon as possible.
you heard giggling rise in volume as you crossed the house and neared your room. you drew closer to your door, hearing muffled sounds just behind it. when you curiously turned the doorknob, the sight of heeseung looming over your twin sister, mouth practically devouring her, caused you to stand frozen - blood running cold under your skin.
you stood speechless, tears beginning to well as you watched their lips passionately interlock in a noisy makeout just like they had done months before, tongues brazenly running along each other as wanton moans filling the atmosphere.
you tried to speak but could only choke out a sob, your knees threatening to betray you. heeseung and your sister paused, turning their heads towards you after hearing the sound. they both stared at you pathetically, and simply chuckled before heeseung returned his grip on your own headboard, continuing to thrust his tongue into your sister’s mouth - the latter resuming to claw at your boyfriend’s naked back and moaning smugly.
you were stunned, and wanted to scream, cry, or throw anything you could get your hands on at them…
but instead, you woke up.
your body jolted up in bed, met with a dimmed room and a ray of moonlight beaming onto you - reflecting a sheen of sweat on your face.
glancing around the darkened room, your eyes found the clock at read 1:25 am. not far from your line of sight was heeseung himself sprawled out beside you, softly snoring away with an arm draped over your waist. you noticed you were in one of his baggy shirts, the previously comforting smell almost causing you to grow nauseous.
you couldn’t control your breathing, stinging feelings of betrayal and embarrassment still burning in your gut from your dream - rather, nightmare.
you let out a deep sigh once you finally realized everything you had seen in your sleep state wasn’t real… everything except the tears. you felt salty droplets drip from your chin and onto heeseung’s arm, who began to stir.
humiliated, you tried to shuffle back down into your prior position in order to avoid waking up heeseung, failing to soften your fast breathing or stop your flow of tears.
but alas, as if your uncomfortability set off an inner alarm of his, heeseung had awoken. you felt him lean up on his elbow, arm lazily pulling you towards him.
“whats wrong, y/n?” he asked in a groggy voice.
immediately, another stream of tears raced down your cheek at the sound of his voice. it was embarrassing how worked up you had managed to get from a simple dream, but you almost felt sick even being this close to him, although he had done nothing wrong.
it had finally become too much; your insecurity and constant comparisons to your sister had caught up to you. the continuous chipping away at your rose-colored view of heeseung had ultimately found you, and it hurt like a bitch. your intrusive thoughts were convincing you that you were nothing but a rebound-by-blood, a second best option.
refusing to have heeseung see you like this - a sobbing mess in the middle of the night, you remained facing away from him, not answering his initial call.
“y/n.” he spoke again, a little more cognisant. he turned your body over, squinting at you through the dim lighting, before his eyes gently widened. “what happened? bad dream?”
he was right, but it was more so your subconscious so cruelly giving you a visionary of what you had secretly been scared of this whole time. sitting up, you wiped away the wet streaks on your face.
“heeseung… do you like me?”
the older male furrowed his brows. “babe, what? i-”
“im serious. do you like, me?” you insisted, doubt slithering its way onto your expression.
“where the hell is this coming from?” heeseung sighed, pushing himself to fully sit up.
“everytime we’re together, you always talk about her. how much i look like her, sound like her, the things i do… the things we do…"
as much as it pained you to finally ask this question out loud, you couldn't keep it in anymore.
"you’re not over my sister, are you?”
your beady eyes held a tundra of anxiety in them, with heeseung’s almost bulging out of his head.
“you make me feel like i’m not even my own person, hee.” you continued, voice cracking between sobs. “you’re still hung up on her and you just use me, don't you? just to feel like you’re still close to her.”
heeseung was baffled at your accusation, and was ready to rebut everything, until a wave of awareness crashed over him. his gaze softened, hearing the doubt and self-consciousness in your voice. he turned his body to face you directly.
“y/n. i won’t lie to you. when your sister dumped me, my entire world felt like it was shattering. i had gotten use to a life with her, and i did have genuinely strong feelings for her… i thought she was my everything.”
you could feel yet another dam breaking behind your eyelids, closing them shut in order to keep the waterworks from flowing.
“but,” he spoke firmly, taking both of your hands in his before you could retract them. “i love you, y/n. i love you. when i started seeing you, i did think it would just be a way for me to move on, but you are amazing. so fucking amazing. everything you do, all you've done for others,, i’ve fallen so fucking hard for the person that you are. you’ve made me feel things she never did, and never could. i’m sorry i’d been so caught up on your sister before, i guess i just wasn’t ready to move on as soon as i thought. but there is absolutely nobody i’d rather be with than you… right now, in this moment. i promise you that with every fiber of my entire being.”
with that, the well overflowed, streams of tears treading down your skin and landing on the interlocked knuckles of you and heeseung. you knew telling the truth, his words smashing down and easing away each wall of doubt you had in your mind.
you were so unbelievably in love with this man, and a tender wave of relief radiated throughout your body when you caught the reassuring smile he gave you, closing the distance to attach your lips in a loving kiss.
the kiss deepened as you grabbed the sides of his face, pouring all of your emotions into the gates of his lips, melting into the comfort of his affection. his long arms wrapped around you and pulled you under him, meeting no resistance.
he moaned into your mouth when you licked at his lips, letting you in easily. he kissed you sensually, slower than any other time before, refusing to detach your mouths until you absolutely needed to breathe.
“never gonna make you doubt how much i love you again,” he whispered into your neck as he started laying sweet kisses to your soft skin, hands gently roaming every inch of you.
his supple lips felt like heaven as they followed his path down your body, taking his time to suck marks into every inch as he lowered himself. when he reached your hips he left wet open-mouthed kisses along the waistband of your boxers, looking up at you with his beautiful orbs for permission as his hands tugged at the seams.
the butterflies returned when you nodded at him, running your hands along the grooves of his biceps. he removed your underwear, not wasting any time in placing kisses to your shaft, chills shooting up your spine at the sensation. his nose poked at your pelvis as he lightly dragged his lips up to your tip, before taking your length whole in his mouth.
you gasped as the warmth of his mouth, hardly having the energy to react to the pleasure. your head fell to the side of the pillow as your erection was soothed over by heeseung’s talented tongue, flattening along your member licking up and down before he started bobbing his head.
his large hands kept your body still from squirming as he showed your cock attention, occasionally humming and sending more waves of electricity through your legs.
“feel s’good… gonna come.” you muttered not long after he started, only causing a satisfied groan to rumble through his throat.
he released your member and lowered just to prod his tongue at your rim, before suckling gently on your balls and recapturing your cock in his mouth in one swift motion. a couple more strokes of his precise tongue and you were spilling into heeseung’s mouth, shuddering when he didn’t waste a drop.
he repositioned back above your body, and you had only then noticed he’d slept in just his boxers, his neck chain dangling in front of your face. you ran your hands up his toned torso, once again growing obsessed with the feeling of his skin on yours.
the look of utter adoration in his eyes felt heavy on your form, and you could already feel yourself wanting more when he dipped down to place searing kisses to your jaw and grind your hips together.
“i love you baby, let me keep making you feel good.” he spoke, nipping at your earlobe while reaching down to stroke your member back to attention.
“please, baby. i love you too. and i want you so bad, forever.” you admitted, feeling the breath of a light chuckle against your cheek.
just as you wished, his thick length had entered you, gliding along your walls in no time with a delicious friction that you never got tired of. except this time, more than just desire and arousal, the friction brought a comfort, a feeling of love you could feel surging throughout your whole body.
“you can have all of me, whenever you want, prince. i belong only to you.”
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payback pt.2
venti's gnosis x m!reader
request : none
Synopsis: Despite your mind's protests, your body craved something different.
first part
a/n -> technically this isnt a reader x anyone but its ventis gnosis so... i dont know how to feel about this tbh but i wouldnt say im ashamed LMAO. this suggestion actually reminds me of a childe x m reader fic i read a while ago. i dont remember much but reader was the hydro archon i think and childe fucked the shit out of him lol. and put readers gnosis inside him and took it then left. really shitty description but i cant find it anymore :( lets ignore the fact that using ventis gnosis - or any at all - would hurt pls
wc -> 1.6k
cw -> improper use of a gnosis??, anal fingering, masturbation, harbinger reader, not beta read
You hadn't done much after you boarded the large boat that would send you back to Snezhnaya. You spent most of your time asleep within the confines of your designated room. There wasn't much, but it was definitely better than nothing.
You stared at the ceiling in boredom. There was no current use for you, so you had no way of spending your time. That was one of the things you disliked about being a Harbinger. You were rarely able to develop or pursue hobbies and interests outside your field of work, so when you had free time, you were always unsure of what to do.
You usually resorted to helping one of the others if they needed it (if they were around) - minus Dottore, Sandrone, and Pierro. Tsaritsa knows you would never understand what they do. But you're by your lonesome, now. So it's just you and your thoughts.
You swallowed hard when you thought back to a few days prior to your departure. You tried hard to recall something else, but the memory seemed to persist. With the disadvantage of having nothing to keep you occupied, you were given no choice but to remember the event that took place in Windrise.
Goosebumps littered your flesh at the recollection of the barrage of sensations forced upon your body. The fresh air, the chilled stone against your back, the warmth of the Anemo Archon's body close to yours...
You could feel your face heating up when you remembered the ecstasy he made you feel. In shame or arousal, you didn't know.
You loudly groaned and hid your face within your hands, completely contrasting your professional title as a Harbinger. The memory seemed to appear more vividly the harder you tried to forget about it, which left you in a state of lust and confusion. Pleasure dropped in your stomach like a rock when you slowly began to succumb to the memory's hold.
You dragged a hand down your torso as you let it play over and over again, tentatively placing a hand over your hardening cock to give it a light squeeze. A sigh left your lips as you gently palmed yourself through your clothes, relishing in the mild waves of pleasure that coursed through you.
You rubbed yourself for a few moments longer before you began to crave something more, though you took your time removing the bottom half of your clothes. You were a bit surprised to see a small wet patch already forming through the fabric of your boxers. Maybe the god was right. You must've enjoyed it more than you admitted.
The thought sent the heat of irritation into your chest, making you furrow your eyebrows and grind your teeth. But you had something to deal with at the moment. You could dwell in your anger another time.
You let out a shaky exhale as you finally began to stroke your dick, gathering droplets of precum to make it smoother. It throbbed fervently in your hand, hips lightly jutting upwards. You used your other hand to massage and squeeze your balls.
You subconsciously bit your lip when you began to release quiet grunts and moans. Although you knew the walls were made of the sturdiest and thickest wood in Snezhnaya, you didn't want to risk letting others know what you were doing.
You brought up your other hand and placed two fingers in your mouth to suck on them. Deeming them wet enough, you took them out and hesitantly prodded at your hole. You weren't lying when you said that you've never been the one to be fucked before. But this lack of knowledge wasn't enough to deter you from continuing.
It was a strange sensation now that you were given enough time to actually process it. You were slightly expecting the same burn from before, but was pleasantly surprised to find out that there was none. Slowly, you began moving your fingers in a steady rhythm, getting used to the feeling.
You accidentally let out a loud moan when your fingers brushed up against a small bump, a shock of pleasure running through your body. You continued to press up against it while jerking yourself off. You moved your hands faster, trying to raise yourself up to your orgasm, but you were unable to push yourself over the edge.
Letting out a frustrated sigh, you momentarily paused. You needed to get rid of your erection before the ship docked. You couldn't just leave it and hope that it goes down on its own, and you were far too into this to ignore it.
You looked around your room. There wasn't anything that could help you reach your orgasm.
Slightly turning your head to the left, your eyes were met with the teal Gnosis you had stolen. You pursed your lips and contemplated your next move.
"Fuck it," you lowly muttered and reached for the item. Holding it by the crown, you spat on your free hand and smeared your saliva over it. Before you could give yourself time to think about what you were doing, you began pushing it inside you.
The details on the Gnosis heightened your pleasure, relishing in the way it dragged against your insides. You stroked your cock, rubbing a thumb over the head to spread your precum. You sighed when you finally managed to get it all the way inside you – save for the crown part.
Opening your legs just a bit wider, you pulled it out of you just to push it back in, setting a comfortable pace. You sped up your other hand, the mix of erotic squelching and quiet slaps reverberating through the room.
The familiar heat in your abdomen intensified with each passing second. Your back arched in ecstasy and a sensation akin to electricity ran up and down your spine. Momentarily peering down at the Gnosis, you faintly questioned if the god could feel what you were doing. It was highly unlikely, but one could wonder.
You shifted your wrist holding the item, and it suddenly felt like fire was rushing through your body. You bit your lip harder and heavily breathed through your nose and continued your assault against your prostate. It was hard trying to keep quiet, and you think you would've let your voice out if it weren't for the fact you had your status to uphold and pride to keep.
You could feel your body tensing the closer you got to your orgasm, moving the slightest bit faster.
You were so close. Just a few moments more, and –
"Lord Harbinger," someone said from behind the door. "We will be arriving in an hour."
You ignored them in hopes they would leave it at that, but they seemed to be concerned with your lack of answer.
"My Lord?"
You knew you should've stopped to reply, but you opted not to. Not when you were already so close. Your cock throbbed fervently in your hand, weeping copious amounts of precum for you to rub your palm and thumb over.
It was exhilarating. Knowing that the one behind the door could be persistent enough to possibly hear what you were doing. If they ever did find out, they would no doubt tell their friends and start the wildfire of rumor.
You nearly choked on your spit when your orgasm finally washed over you. You continued to stroke your dick to ride out your high, your cum spurting over your abdomen and hand. You tightened considerably around the Gnosis and found it difficult to move it any further.
"Is everything okay in there?"
You thought they left, already. An annoyed huff left your lips as you rolled your eyes. Pulling the item out of you, you tossed it somewhere on the bed and cleaned yourself with a handkerchief.
The person jumped in surprise when you flung the door open.
"Don't speak to me as if we're friends," you said. A mix of fear and surprise contorted their face as they nodded vigorously.
"My deepest apologies," their voice was weak. "I just wanted to tell you that we will–"
"I heard you."
"Right. Well, then..." they trailed off. With a rushed bow, they hurried away.
You closed the door and turned around to face the bed. You sat down on it and ran a hand through your hair. Now that the overwhelming feeling of lust dissipated, you were overtaken with shame and guilt. You deeply questioned why you would ever do such a thing. Especially when you had to turn it in to Her Majesty.
You grabbed the Gnosis and examined it. It was still slick with your fluids.
You wondered if this was considered very disrespectful as you wiped it with the clean part of your handkerchief. Oh, well. It's not like you're going to see him again any time soon.
Rising from the bed, you put your thick fur coat on and hid the Gnosis within it. The frigid air of Snezhnaya was biting and unforgiving, but years of living in this weather heightened your tolerance for it. You traversed the cold boat in search of a restroom, swiftly entering one when you found it.
You thoroughly scrubbed the Gnosis with your fingers under the freezing water. They were numb by the time you decided it was clean. You dried it off on your coat and stared at yourself in the mirror.
Now you really couldn't let anybody know about this.
cross-posted on ao3
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KYO BOTTOMING GRAHHH GRAHHH ‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🔥 brat Kyo x brat tamer Gn!Reader... giggles and runs around
Author's note: oh my arent u an excited little thing lmao Kyo being a brat just gave me a giggle myself
Summary: Kyo, yet again, is being a brat. And you're tired of his shenanigans, so you decide to teach him a lesson.
Contains: GN! Reader (pronouns and genitalia not specified), disgusting smut bc I'm a whore, bratty ass Kyo who's obv the sub frfr, a little drabble, you're edging him
Mdni or dont i dont give a shit
Kyo and you were very close friends. You two exchanged jabs, a part of your playful banter. He was extremely sassy, as you found out the first time you've met him. you didn't mind at all, it was so fun being sassy back to him.
However, sometimes, you couldn't stand his brattiness. Kyo liked to tease you way too much, testing the boundaries and playing with fire. He acted like he didn't know what exactly he was doing, which irked you further.
So now you have Kyo panting for breath as you go down on him, licking up his pre cum, nails digging into his pale thighs. His hand found its home in your hair, tugging you hard as you bob your head up and down, making him groan.
"What's wrong? Seems like you have nothing to say now," you reply dryly, kissing the tip lightly.
"You- bitch," he gasps, a small whimper towards the end.
You rise up to your feet, his cock pulsing in your hand as your lips brush against his. "What was that?"
"Y-you heard me," Kyo replies breezily, as if he weren't at your mercy right now. "I'm not afraid of you, you dumb-"
You squeeze his cock and he hisses. "Watch yourself, Kyo darling."
You pump his cock up and down. As he struggles to keep his whimpers inside, you lick and suck his neck, pressing your lips against his pulse, feeling his quickening heart beat.
"Naughty naughty boys deserve to be punished," you purr, rubbing the pre cum all over his tip. He bites his lip so hard, you can see the tiny bits of blood appear. So you took it upon yourself to grab his jaw, forcing his mouth open and shoving your fingers in his mouth. "Since you have nothing else to do, apparently."
Another squeeze around his balls next time earns you a scrumptious whimper from him. He sucks your fingers with ashamed tears in his eyes, his hips rutting into your hand. Slow, then fast, slow again. A menacing pace as you get him close to the edge, but not close enough. His whines get louder with each intense near orgasm, his thighs twitching.
"Just let me c-cum," Kyo cries, his hair sticking to the sides of his face from the sweat.
"Not unless you say please, darling." You return back onto your knees, licking a strip from the base of his cock to the bright red tip. Another whimper. "Just say "let me cum please" and I'll give it to you."
Cheeks flushed, he stares you down, brows furrowed. "What-? no way in hell am I doing that!"
You kitten lick his tip lightly, and he jerks his hips up, but close your mouth before he can put it in. "Then no orgasm for you."
"Come on," he whines, those pretty, glistening eyes begging you alone. You smirk, nibbling at his thigh. "Fine fine! Pl...ple... ugh."
"Come on baby, I know you can do it." Another gentle suck. "Say it."
"Please!" Kyo exclaims, face completely pink. "Fuck, please. Please make me cum..."
You grin. "Good boy..."
You take him all the way to the base, not even gagging once. Kyo gasps, then starts moaning uncontrollably as your warmth envelopes his weeping cock. He cums almost immediately, eyes rolled back as he lets out a drawn out moan, but you continue.
"Stop! wwha- stopstop," Kyo begs, trying to shove your head away. "T-too much!"
You slap his thigh and he yelps. "I say when to fucking stop."
Poor boy, being overstimulated for your own entertainment. Kyo cums on your just tongue and hand alone.
Let's see what else can cause him to cum just like that.
#nijisanji#nijisanji en#vtuber#nijien#nijisanji smut#nijisanji x reader#kyo kaneko#Kyo kaneko x reader#Iluna#nijisanji iluna#Iluna x reader#iluna smut#Kyo kaneko smut#X reader
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haptic nerve blocking easter eggs
idk if these are obvious or not but I want to point them out so here you go!!! dont mind the self indulgence djsflkds
(also to everyone who rbed and or left nice tags. I love you. ;_; im going to happiness cry im in genuine SHOCK from the attention that it got in 1 night what the fuck literally what the absolute FUCK im going to explode. aaawuwuhfhfdh /pos ;____; )
SQUIP speech bubbles are based on 「Japanese quotation marks」 when I could finagle it
2. Michael's glasses, eyebrow, and pupil hidden in the girl sitting at the front! As well as his hair and headphones in the border.
On his left headphone, I used R instead of L because A) I flipped the panel after drawing it [as you can see from the alphabet lol] and B) I didn't want to use L and risk it looking like a speech bubble that says "L" lmao.. Later on page 5, I labeled Michael's headphones again hoping to prompt you to go back to this part in page 3 and look for his face OTL
Also as someone pointed out, Jenna and Brooke are in the left part of this panel, plus Rich in front of the alphabet (and in my mind, Jake partially covered by the speech bubble lol). And as many pointed out, you can see Michael's dialogue in the bottom of this panel too.
3. Vague silhouette of Michael's face in the border of page 3
4. In PE, the biggest yell in the background is "Get him!" implying they're telling Michael to get Jeremy or vice versa (because of course, everyone else can still see Michael).
(Also: the Michael progression of page 3 is kind of "oh, maybe he's ignoring me because the teacher's teaching?" to "come on dude this isn't funny... but I guess we're opponents and he's trying to score this goal...?" to "okay, everyone's slacking off right now including Jeremy so why isn't he responding, is he dead? Am *I* dead?!"
I imagine the final page is when Jeremy's walking out of school; Michael kind of realizes what's happening and tries to hold Jeremy still so he can't walk away again and so he has to acknowledge him. And throughout, the touches get progressively more personal from a tap on the shoulder, the back, grabbing arms, touching hair, and then a full body hug.)
5. Finally, as a stretch: in the last page, I omitted Jeremy's mouth partly because I couldn't draw a mouth that conveyed this emotion strongly enough (lol), but also as a bit of a reversal of Michael being "muted" by the squip - Jeremy is visually "muted" upon finally being forced to acknowledge him. It's a stretch because Jeremy literally talks in this panel lol (unless he's just thinking, I guess).
OK thats pretty much it bye sdlkfjdsfkdjsf
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BSD guys comfort you when you feel down
ft. dazai, chuuya, ranpo, atsushi
Hello beautiful! I hope you're doing well :) in honor of bungou stray dogs season 4, here are some new headcanons. I'm writing some hurt-comfort/fluff once more bc I'm a sucker for it and I'm ready for the year to be over already (only 10 days in haha💀).
Chuuya Nakahara
lmao fiesty boi
more spicy than takis
anyways
this shawty is a busy man, he has lots of work to always do so it would take him a few days to realize you're in a funk
I think he would figure out when he comes home for dinner and you arent as expressive as you usually are
he fell in love w you for how pure and adorable you areeee😭😭💕
he would ask what youre preparing for dinner and you'd answer w smth like "sigh, whatever you want. Or take out."
This boy loves your food, even if you suck at cooking
He sees you on the couch scrolling through your phone, seeing your unhappy expression
"Hey y/n.. whats wrong?"
"Hm? oh nothing, Im fine"
GIRLIE CUT THE CRAP-
hehe jkjk unless..
he would obviously not break you bc youre like invinsible and like the biggest stone walls protect your heart from being vulnerable :/
He'll tell you he's getting chinese or smth and grab his keys to leave
but in reality he goes out to the store and buys all your fav things and the things that remind him of you
this guy is rich, he will buy you everything
Imagine him coming home w ingredients for your fav meal and an extra bag w a new teddy bear and maybe even a face mask, perfume, and a new nail polish color, or maybe matching hoodiessss
"uh chuuya, what are you doing? what's that?"
"I dont know whats burdening your sweet lil head, but darling whatever it is, just acknowledge those bad feelings and set them aside. You're so strong, but I want you to rest now. I bought you something and Im gonna be cooking your favorite tonight. Go open your gift, I'll tell you when food is done."
cue your tears
"darling?"
"..thank you bub"
he'll wrap you in his arms, rubbing your head, and drawing shapes on your back
"shhh sh sh, I'm here now"
he'll grab a chair so you can hang out w him in the kitchen while he cooks
he'll softly smile everytime your face lights up while you are opening your gifts
then you'll get to the bottom of your present
a rock?
"rocks always remind me of you, silly girl"
he was your penguin, giving you the smoothest part of earth he could find
after dinner, he'll get a bath running and join you
just innocent touches on your body to help you relax and sweet nothings to help your tired mind.
you practically become jelly in his hold
he'll carry you to bed, rub your back some more
all the head kisses in the world from chuuya ofc
"sleep well, little lamb"
Osamu Dazai
im simping all over again, pls let me drown w him
i wanna cuddle and watch disney movies pls😩
depression who
this man knows the dark side, he has always had to protect himself from others
until he met you anyways
Lets say yall have been together for about 8-9 ish months. You both have opened up about your lives, but ofc not everything
Your past rises to the surface, whatever it is: its a bad memory and you break down
Im gonna say you found smth triggering while you scrolled through your cell phone
You were taking a sip of water when it happened and it caused your hand to slip
glass broken everywhere; the sound was loud and made your mind fuzzy
You couldnt move
"Dearest, i'm homeeeee🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻"
literally not rn dazai-
anyway, his eyes widen. there you are on the brink of collapse
your knees are physically trembling, eyes watering and foggy
you couldnt even process dazai being there, did you even know he was there?
"y/n.. dont. move. I'll pick up the glass"
he needs to make your surroundings are safe before he can assess what the hell actually happened here
you answer him with a whimper, still trembling
he quickly sweeps the glass closest to you so he can grab your hand. you flinch but allow the touch otherwise so he can set you down
youre sitting on the floor while he picks up the rest of the glass
once he tosses the glass out into the bin, you couldnt hold it in as you started bawling
dazai quickly comes to you, he kneels in front of you trying to get your attention
thankfully you look at him and reach for him
he gently manuvers you onto his lap and allows you to curl into him
"o-osamu, I cant anymore, it.. it hurts"
the detecrive wont say anything more than a few short comforting whisperings and shushing you while he plays with your hair and gives your head a few kisses
he'll wait to move from the floor when you can breathe, and if you need a little guidance, he will see to it
"y/n, look at the palm of my hand. When we breathe in, you're gonna slowly trace all my fingers starting with my thumb, okay? You're gonna do the same thing when we breathe out. Go from the middle of my palm to the thumb, alllll the way to my pinky, can my lovely do that? here, lets do it together."
And slowly you inhale, you tickle his fingers when you trace the base of each of them up to his fingertips, then go back down to meet the following finger. You make your way back to his thumb and you exhale as you repeat the action all over again.
he'll pick your body up against his and he'll cuddle you in bed until you fall asleep
"my sweet girl, you did so well. I love you, have sweet dreams. I'll join you soon."
And when you wake up, you'll be met with your fav take out and a new spft blanket that was just in the dryer
Ranpo Edogawa
how did this man realize his feelings for you? or do you just taste like chocolate?
you knew coming into this relationship would be difficult
he's a literal child at 26
You or someone else will have to tell ranpo that you arent doing so great
in this scenario, we're gonna say someone else
kunikida: "hey ranpo, whats going on with y/n lately?"
"its probably their time of the month"
👊🏻💥
he's clueless until he puts on those glasses istg
he'll give you a glance and realize you're basically sulking
your shoulders look stiff, you have bags under your eyes, you look shaky, but not sick?
he put on his glasses and it all literally clicked
"ohh so thats what it is"
"uh ranpo who are you talking to?"
"not right now astushi, youll understand when youre older"
if yall are still at work when he gets the time to start a conversation with you, he will give you a snack of your choosing
and yes he will pout
"huh you want that one?! ahh, okay.."
and then youll quickly excuse yourself to do more work to rid yourself of your negative thoughts
youll drive ranpo and yourself home. you slump on the couch, your eyes watering. You are so tired
Ranpo will sit next to you and harshly pull you into his side to kiss your head before laying your head on his lap
"I dont like it when your sad, and I'm not good with nice words, but I can listen so spit it out so I can make you feel better."
he'll hold you all night, however you'd like
and if you rant thats up to you
just know that he is right there and you're in this together♥︎
Atsushi Nakajima
rawr
he's a sweet lil angel and will do ANYTHING to make you smile
"uhm y/n, i'll turn into a tiger for you"
"hey y/n just wanted to let you know that I did the dishes!"
"hey sweetie! do you wanna cuddle, maybe?"
^his love language is def shown through actions so he will either hold you or help you through most of your chores
it all started at the beginningnof the week, you were not feeling it
it was rainy and you were exhausted: it was only monday
you both had off work and it was pouring out, so you were stuck at home
atsushi said he would start w the chores but you didnt think he meant yours too
the whole apartment was tidy and he was even making you your fav sandwhich
he even turned on your fav show before giving you lunch
he sat next to you and pulled your feet into his lap
when he was done your sandwich, he massaged your feet and ankles and even kissed your toes to make you laugh
dw, you were wearing socks
affer eating and your episode finished, atsushi decided to pull out your record player and play your fav songs
*imagine enchanted by ts playing while he spun you in the living room🥺
"ahh, atsu! hahah"
it was.. enchanting to meet you
"oh princess, you make me wonder what I did just to have you in my life"
"I love you so much, let me take care of you today, and everyday after that."
"I want to watch you walk down the aisle in a pretty white dress"
he rlly simps for you, hard
astushi will spoil you the rest of the day with lingering soft touches, give you an early present that he was saving for your birthday, make dinner too
he would run you a bath and let you borrow his favorite hoodie and blush when you smell him on it
youre so tiny in his hoodies😭😭 he absolutely adores it
and he hopes that he can forever make you smile
"I never want to be the reason to make you cry, rest now. I'll protect you tonight. Every night, I promise" *kiss
oml look yall I did it, i wrote fanfiction. I hope yall have a great new year! dont forget to give me some ideas for work in the future, I will love yout input! have a lovely day, gorgeous :)
#bungo stray dogs x reader#bungou stray dogs#osamu dazai#atsushi nakajima#ranpo edogawa#bungou stray dogs ranpo#edogawa ranpo imagines#osamu dazai icons#chuuyabsd#chuuya supremacy#chuuya fluff#bungou stray dogs chuuya
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idk why but I would love to see Eren, Connie, Jean, etc. working as security guards lmao! I just feel like they would be very unserious.
girl?!?!?! you already know the diabolically STEWPID shit they’d get up to 😭😭
the three of them would be the late night shifters so most the stuff they get up to would take up most of their time
have a feeling theyd be security guards for like a hotel or something so a job where most people aren’t disturbing them at that time of night
but man the antics theyd get up to?? so bold in how theyd hop into the kitchen and start cooking up a storm with the continental breakfast that’s for the customers in the morning
frying up about 5 sausages, bacon and eggs each 😭😭 drinking up all the cereal and milk whilst they play loud drill via connie’s phone in an empty cup for a speaker
since theres barely any trouble around that time, they’d watch F1 and UFC matches on the display tv in the reception area — feet kicked up on the desk as they gamble and make bets between each other
there’d only be two hotel staff onsight and most of the time hotel night workers are getting linen and press ready for the morning and working on imports, so if theres trouble within the hotel, they’re first port of call
and ofc sometimes people be smoking up in the rooms and doing things against the rules and theyd have to sort it out — and they always take that job SO seriously 😭😭
“hey, guys?”
the soft voice of the team member petra called out towards the three men who were loitering by the reception.
turning round with his thumbs round his belt loops, connie nodded upwards at her
“yo, wassup?”
shifting her weight from foot to foot, the ginger haired girl looked nervous as she said her next words
“uhm… someones smoking in room 312. i knocked for them to open up so, so that they…so i could tell them to stop but they didn’t—”
eren cuts in to put his hand up in petra’s face, his expression serious.
“don’t worry. we’re on it.” turning round to jean, eren throws him his lighter. “which plan we doing tonight?”
jean catches erens lighter with one hand whilst he places down his plate of food with the other.
“they sound hostile so maybe C. although let’s try A2 first, just to avoid filling out any risk assessment sheets.”
these men would purposely intimidate anyone who tried this shit. they’d ask the hotel staff to ring up the name of the individual who booked the rooms, they’d put their walkie talkies on loud so they could sound like cops communicating to each other — gosh they’d even rapt the doors with their knuckles, ears to the wood, and put on fake authoritarian tones
theyd definitely play good cop bad cop whilst the other confiscates shit off them, pretending to be on their side
“look if you just give me the roll ups, ill tell the staff not to put a flag under your account name, alright?”
they dont give two DAMNS about that shit, they just see it as a way to get free cigarettes/weed/poppers
although all three of them are still great guys to have as security staff! if there’s anyone in a vulnerable position that runs to them for help, they’re on it!
working in a hotel means they see a lot of people coerced into rooms and situations they either dont want to be in or not in the right mind to be in
even tho they like to play cop, when the actual cops come, they make sure they protect those who are the victim in the situation or the ones who didn’t instigate
“so you didn’t see the person who totalled the car come this way?”
connie juts his bottom lip out as he shakes his head
“nah man. as i said, i heard a loud screech, ran outside to check, saw a turned over car, but when i checked the car? nobody.”
the cop eyes connie up and down before scribbling in his notepad.
“alright, if you say so.” he pockets the book in his back pocket. “but if you see anything, you’ll say right?”
“of course officer! totally officer!” he lies
little did he know, jean was attending to the light wounds of the woman behind the desk of the reception whilst eren was using her phone to call her sister to come pick her up
all in all, theyd still do their job to the standard they should!!
they definitely conspire with each other beforehand when they each log in their timetable dates so they can be on the same shift
but theyre good pals regardless and even if its just two of them on a shift its still a vibe lool
#connie springer#eren jeager#jean krischtein#aot imagine#attak on titan#attack on titan eren#attack on titan jean#attack on titan connie
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🎃 meta knight x reader nsfw, get creative 😳😳😳
Ofc!! I ceeertainly did get creative lmao. No inherent smut, but is somewhat implied! Also also, the spelling mistakes in the text messages are all on purpose! Here's the link on ao3, and I hope you enjoy!
Meta Knight x Reader - Can't Sleep? (Semi-NSFW)
It was incredibly late at night.
And you still couldn’t sleep.
You glared at the ceiling of your bedroom, finished with shifting around to find new ways to become more comfortable. No matter what you did, you just couldn’t go to sleep. And it was annoying the fuck out of you.
“Ugh…” You rubbed your face, leaning over to grab your phone to squint at the time. It was three in the morning. “Lovely…”
After a moment, you opened up the messaging app, staring blankly at it. You were bored, and likely weren’t going to go to sleep… Would anyone else be awake right now? Would your boyfriend be awake?
You slightly giggled to yourself while beginning to write a message to him, half delirious from sleep deprivation.
You: Hey, are you awake?
You stared at the screen… and stared… and stared… before eventually pouting. Oookay, it seems like Meta Knight was not awake.
Clicking off the messaging app, you instead went to play a mobile game to busy your mind, having nothing better to do.
As you immersed yourself in the mobile game, the minutes seemed to drag on. The glow from the screen illuminated your face, casting a bluish tint across the room. Your mind was still buzzing, refusing to succumb to the beckoning of sleep.
Just as you were engrossed in a particularly challenging part of the game, a soft chime signaled an incoming message. Startled, you quickly switched back to the messaging app to see who had messaged you.
Knighty-Knight: Can’t sleep?
You groaned, looking at the nickname you had set for him– and totally didn’t forget you had put him as that. You took a moment to respond, not bothering to put apostrophes or periods at the end of the message. Auto correct can be annoying, so you turned it off for the messaging app.
You: Nooo, I couldnt and I dont know why either. I had a busy day. I did stuffs. All things considered I should be tired
You: Also, what took you forever to respond?
Knighty-Knight: I was doing something. And, perhaps you need to wear yourself some other way.
You: busy doin what.? Playing with yourself?
When it took him a while to respond, you giggled to yourself.
You: You usually aren’t up this laaate
Knighty-Knight: I was fixing up my armor.
You: why Did it need fixing up
Knighty-Knight: Sparring got a little too intense and ran later than it usually does.
You lowered your bottom lip, feeling bad for Kirby. The poor boy needed some rest– Meta Knight has been running him dry lately.
You: You need to take that boy to an ice cream parlur
You: parlor? However its spelt
Knighty-Knight: Parlor.
As you continued your conversation with Meta Knight, the late-night banter brought a playful element to your otherwise sleep-deprived state. Despite your exhaustion, you couldn't help but smile at his responses.
Knighty-Knight: You really need to sleep.
You: i caaant. I really cant. It
You: oops sent that early- it sucks that i cant go to sleep like a normal person.
Knighty-Knight: It’s four in the morning. I’ve been talking with you for nearly an hour. We need to find a way to get you to go to sleep.
You: Aren’t you sleeby? Dont you have to wake up at like five?
Knighty-Knight: Yes & yes.
You made a face, feeling guilty for making him stay up like this. If you had known that he was getting ready to rest for the night, you wouldn’t have messaged him.
You: Go beeeed. I shouldn't have texted you
Knighty-Knight: I was waiting for you to use an apostrophe.
Knighty-Knight: …But, I was having sleeping difficulties too. I’m so tired, but I can't sleep. Besides, you didn’t bother me any. I was finishing patching up my armor.
You: Maybe there’s something we both can do to wear ourselves out?
You stared at the wall thoughtfully, wondering what you and him could do while so far away. You doubted he’d come over to your place when it’s so late and cold outside…
Knighty-Knight: Did you have anything in mind?
You: uhhh
You: sexting
Knighty-Knight: You’re horny right now?
…Slowly, you pouted deeply, now embarrassed.
You: Well i coould be horny if we seeexted
Knighty-Knight: How
Knighty-Knight: How does one sext?
You made a high-pitched noise, squirming around like a worm while a deep sense of embarrassment pierced your soul. After a second longer you took in a breath, steadying your mental fortitude.
You: Ooh you’re so sexy and i bet you have a fat cock
You stared at the message before whining. “Oh my gooosh I– I’m never going to look him in the eyes ever again.”
He took a long while to respond, the three dots disappearing and reappearing every so often. Eventually, he sent a text back.
Knighty-Knight: You’re the most wonderful person I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting. If I could, I’d meet you a thousand times over just so we can make new memories.
“Aww.” You lowered your bottom lip, rereading his message a few times. It wasn’t really sexting, but it was very thoughtful. Though, when you glanced back up at your message, you busted out laughing. Oh, you had such a way with words at four in the morning.
You: I love you too.
There was a long pause– to the point where you thought he had finally gone asleep. Though, after a while longer, the three dots showed up at the bottom once more.
Knighty-Knight: What’s the point of sexting?
You: To… get horny and masturbate ig
Knighty-Knight: I was supposed to be masturbating this entire time?? Were you masturbating?
Laughter bubbled up in your throat once again. You’ve only had sex with Meta Knight once or twice, but he was always such a bean when it came to things of that manner.
You: Noo, I was am not masturbating
You smiled, rereading the last few messages and feeling relatively light and happy.
You: I dont think this sexting this is gunna work. Ik you gotta get up early but do you wanna come over and help me go to sleep?
There was a long bout of silence in the textual conversation, and you began to get slightly nervous and guilty. Maaaybe you shouldn’t have asked that of him. And, it sounded just a little sexual– you highly doubted he wanted to have sex with you, then go straight to work right after since it would be right about five in the morning by that point.
Just as you were about to text him back, he responded.
Knighty-Knight: Of course. Give me ten minutes.
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Build A Bear | Black Noir x GN!Reader
yo so last week or smth i went to build a bear with my little relatives and when i saw chubby cubby (look it up you wont be disappointed) i fell in love, then i was struck with inspiration. so my chonky teddy bear and i hope you enjoy this lmao
warnings: heavy cursing, SPOILERS FROM S2 but not too specific in the bulleted fic? still be warned. other than that pretty mild, fluffy? yeah fluffy and probably ooc for black noir but whatevs
VAGUE (but still) SPOILER AUTHOR'S NOTE AT BOTTOM OF POST!!!!!!!!! DO NOT READ BEYOND THE ###
when news spread of Black Noir being in critical condition, a lot of internal questions were raised at Vought: who did this? was it an accident? was it on purpose? was it another supe? how can we market off this? etc
once crisis control handled the public nightmare that was social media and news outlets (special thanks to Cameron!), did the flood gates open
in the first few days, there were countless cards and money chip-ins for charity donations that Black Noir advocated for
i mean you could not take a shit without someone thrusting a card in your face and saying, "Wanna write something sweet to Noir so he gets better soon?"
hence came the little lie, "oh, i already got him something with a card. thanks tho"
you worked in the crime analysis department, so you did not have a close relationship with Black Noir personally
but that didn't mean you felt bad; i mean, critical condition? you had to give him something
and people at Vought would easily find out you lied and who knows what would happen then?
there are definitely some snakes in the grass if you know what i mean
but what would you get him? everyone else was giving cards and flowers and balloons. no doubt his hospital room is flooded with all those things
so while you're agonizing over what to get him because god forbid snakes figure out your "white" lie, you're stuck on babysitting duty for a friend's eight-year-old kid one day
while you're not too hip on what eight-year-old kids do in their spare time nowadays, you decide to take them to the ol' reliable of your childhood: the mall
as you both are walking around bored out of your minds do you see the answer to your agony: the holy golden glow of build-a-bear workshop
you have to drag the kid you're babysitting inside, but they dont put up a fight for long when they see a stuffed animal they like
unfortunately, you dont see anything you like, but you buy the kid your babysitting his bear (a frog dressed like Obi-Wan)
At the check out do you see another saving grace: "exclusive customizable bears online! order one today!!"
so the second you drop the kid off and you're at home, you immediately go incognito on your browser
you buy a stuffed (animal of your choice) and dress it up like Black Noir because build a bear is in an obvious partnership with Vought for younger consumer marketability
for the extra hell of it, you buy a "get well soon" shirt bc you thought how cute it would be to put it over the Black Noir getup
for the customization, on all 4 paws do you write: Black (front right) Noir (front left) For (back right) Ever! (back left)
you buy expedited shipping and when it finally arrives, you put on the get well soon shirt over the black noir outfit, but you stop from putting on the black noir helmet
why you didnt put on the helm was beyond you. maybe because you thought the sentimentality was stronger since you're recognizing he's still human beneath the suit??
who the fuck knows, anyway
you ask Ashley to give it to Noir (which took a lot of convincing, and a pricey meal for lunch).
funnily enough, you dont leave a card or any sign the gift was from you
you doubted yourself and regretted your decision because why not
but as long as you got him something with a little more personalization (and therefore make your lie true), you'd live with it
and forget about it eventually lol
fast forward like a few months
Black Noir recovered and had just finished his tour across the country selling his bullet-proof backpacks
you indeed forgot about the bear as time went on
one day you're at work and fucking around on the company computer to pass time when you feel a very warm and very heavy hand on your shoulder
the entire crime analysis department goes gravely silent
*sweatinglikeJordanPeelememe*
you slowly turn in your creaking office chair, and stare into the bottomless abyss that was Black Noir's goggles
he gestures for you talk outside privately (a secondary location? aw hell naw) but you oblige
as you both walk out of the department, the looks your co-workers give you... one of them even salutes you off
oh jeez oh fuck oh jeez oh fuck x100
when you're both outside in the back where there's literally not a single soul in sight, do you apologize
because its Black Noir, and of course he knew that was your gift
"ah jeez, Mr. Noir, sir, im sorry if you didn't like the bear. I didn't mean to offend you, please dont--"
and then the most confusing fucking thing happens
he pulls out a motherfuckin build-a-bear which was your favorite animal (how did he know?) wearing a freakin "thanks a bunch" shirt
*confusedwhiteguyblink*
he holds it out to you; you're quick to snap out of whatever fucking dream this was and gingerly take it from him
then you start giggling, relieved and so bewildered because what the fuck???
"hey...thank you," because of course you would say thank you for a thank you gift
and as if the day couldnt get any fucking weirder
Black Noir pulls you into a hug
like, a minute-long hug
while you're not as quick as earlier, you still reciprocate the hug—you even gently (read: awkwardly) pat his back!!
and then he removes himself from the hug, stares at you, then fucks off doing Black Noir shit
for a place of honor, you keep the toy right next to your monitor and look at it whenever you're feeling not like yourself
also, coincidentally, when Black Noir needs something from your department, he goes right to you and only you!!
#
i get the vibe that no one really cares about Black Noir at Vought; so i personally headcanon that except for the kiss-ass usual gifts, he got jack shit while at the hospital, if any at all. that's why i headcanon? imagine? that the second someone puts some thought into a get well soon gift like reader does, he's over the moon. my boy needs positive attention!! 😭😭😭
#the boys amazon#black noir the boys#black noir#black noir x reader#the boys tv#the boys headcanons#black noir imagine#black noir headcanon
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DO QUESTION 8. BE LONGWINDED.
8. What's an old project idea that you've lost interest in
im gonna PAGE BREAK this one teehee! dont feel like u gotta read this dookie its hecking DENSE original content lmao. this aint even all of it just the stuff that pertained directly to stories i had in mind
I used to be super passionate about developing my headworld Tenebres which like, I still love it a lot and I think about it sometimes but idk I lost the spark for it I guess haha... I had a few kinda "big arc" stories in it, some of them were just AU's for fandom stuff, but omg I'd always put my heckin heart into it maaaaang. :/
BASICALLY I RAN OUT OF CHARACTERS LOL
Tenebres Lore:
Tenebres takes place in present day and focuses on the hidden society(s) of magic and monsters.
Characters can vastly range in appearance and abilities; many of the rules are set as suggestions rather than guidelines. The one thing to keep in mind in regards to looks is that if they interact with common folk they need to be able to "blend in" which can be achieved in a variety of ways.
While there are some classifications that entirely define some characters in what they are, there are other circumstances where a character can fall into multiple categories. In these instances, there is usually one that represents them more than the other.
Generally speaking all potential types of magic are fair game in Tenebres. The only exceptions are time and dimension manipulation, which are strictly prohibited by a common code kept by most Magi.
Vera and Jagger:
one of my earliest stories involved me and my friend's OCs Vera and Jagger who were both werewolves. my werewolf lore is a bit dense but suffice to say that Vera is a "moon-blessed" called a Lune werewolf and Jagger is a "moon-cursed" werewolf called a Tenebroso. Tenebroso become uncontrollable, enraged, and lose their sense of self in their wolf form. Tenebroso also target Lunes for some unknown reason, they kinda set them off..... thats da mystery is that this new "strain" of werewolves is attacking packs and Vera in particular is like "haha something's majorly up rn. im gonna get to the bottom of this" so the idea was that Vera discovers Jagger stuck somewhere and through exposure therapy of herself (a Lune) to him theyre able to uncover some of the mysteries surrounding Tenebrosos. AND THEY FALL IN LOVE.
Lune Lore:
Lunes are the rarest of the four races of werewolves. Their symbol atop their head is an upward-facing crescent with a dot within its arch.
Lunes are so rare because of the means in which one becomes a Lune; Lunes are said to be "blessed" by the moon, seeing as more often than not it is the only time they are able to transform. This does not negate them from transforming at other times, but unlike other werewolf races, they cannot stop or even try to stop the transformation from occurring in the presence of the moon.
Tenebroso Lore:
Tenebroso have an upside down crescent with a circle attached to its arch on the outer rim. Some have wondered if they have any correlation with Lunes considering how similar their symbols are, though there is no evidence of this aside from the fact that Tenebroso will specifically target Lunes when they are in the area. Not much is known about Tenebrosos, though it is assumed that their initial transformation occurs under intense emotional distress.
Tenebroso are big and burly, mutated-looking werewolves. Though they do not always look this way. Similar to casts their outward appearances can largely range from one to the other. Normally their bouts of rage occur around Lunes or other werewolves, leading to rampages. When a Tenebroso is out of this state of mind they look more like a normal werewolf.
Their eyes will gleam white when they're attacking and can often times be seen spewing and coughing out black ooze from their mouth. Their entity will darken with a black aura as well.
Juneau my beloved:
Juneau's lore is that she was a well-renown mage that began self-experimenting on herself with spells and curses and she ends up irrevocably cursing herself into sometimes becoming a big carnivorous and kinda head-empty beast so she loses her reputation and gets kicked out of prestigious mage school she taught at and lives on her own doing plague doctor work which involves curse removal and cleaning up magic "outbreaks" but she ends up getting sought out by this young familiar named Hemlock who wants to learn advanced magic (which is a no-no for familiars) but juneau's so far removed from mage society that the two agree to risk it and she takes Hemlock and a few other familiars under her wing. there's also Ethel who's a mage that accidentally turned herself into a dragon and she's hiding out with Juneau and faked her death bc she thinks her condition is humiliating, where juneau kinda owns her curse and doesnt care with other magefolk think. her and juneau dont like each other very much, Ethel is very lawful good where Juneau's pretty CHAOTICALLY aligned. she frets over them getting caught teaching familiars advanced magic, but they both have nothing better to do and miss teaching so they do it. eventually they become friends and help their little familiar students excel at magic in a more public light, bringing themselves out of hiding as well.
Familiar Lore:
Familiars are considered to be lesser magi. The ability to use magic in one's animal form defines what a familiar is. Their magic stems from their animal forms and is usually the form that is able to harness the largest amount of magic.
Some familiars are born humans while others are animals; more often than not they're humans. Familiars are sought out at very young ages.
Regardless of what a familiar was born as, every familiar has a unique symbol or symbols somewhere on their body; they are always symmetrical in their position on the body. They normally take on the general look of a swirl though its contents can vary significantly. Normally referred to as the Marks of Change, this is how a familiar is identified as a familiar and not just a magical animal. Marks of Change are normally monochromatic and can be lighter or darker than the familiar's skin. Unlike werewolf markings, Marks of Change are always visible and do not vanish when not in use; in addition to this they cannot be removed. Oftentimes these markings are in places where limbs emerge or change, but not always.
In order for a familiar to be enrolled in a magic school or academy they have to successfully perform their transfiguration; this is a very simple requirement in comparison to other witches and wizards who are not themselves a familiar. Familiars have very low expectations in the magic community, the most a familiar can hope to achieve is being the assistant to a high ranking or prosperous witch or wizard.
Most studies for a familiar pertain to their transfigurations as well as catalyst magic, which involves the combining of individuals' magic.
Familiars are intended to be able to naturally shift between states whenever necessary. A familiar's overall comfort in their animal state can range drastically. Some find great ease shifting back and forth between forms while others, more reluctant to the change, can abstain from shifting; this comes with potential side effects such as an odd mergence of the two forms, one might start growing a tail or feathers if they choose not to shift into their animal state.
Because of their constant fluctuation between forms, Familiars will often wear loose, baggy clothing that is easily removable. It is not required to a Familiar to have, but makes their removal easier when shifting into an animal.
A familiar's animal form does not hinder their lifespan, though it can increase it. As familiars age, their inclination to remain in their animal form grows, though this happens very late in life. This does not mean that they lose their humanity, though in some rare cases familiars can lose their sentience.
Blake and Schofield:
just 1917 AU in Tenebres, Schofield's a mage, Blake's an Origin werewolf. blake ends up dying like he does in da movie and he becomes a GHOST that "haunts" schofield, just kinda follows him around and stuff after he dies, the story being theyre trying to figure out why he didnt pass on, why he's still around. it would follow Schofield surviving the war with blake as his invisible buddy, eventually they figure out a way to bring him back and he had a purpose to serve as a ghost.
Origin Lore:
Origin werewolves are identified by the O shape on their forehead.
Origins are one of the more common races of werewolves. Origin werewolves are werewolves born already inheriting their ability to transform. They can come from a single werewolf parent or both, though regardless of their parents' symbol, the offspring will be an Origin. This does not affect or prohibit the inheriting of certain abilities or features from their parents, however.
Origins are considered to be the average for werewolves, not necessarily being the strongest, nor the weakest. They are usually the ones to have their transformations under control at all points in time, given that they were born with the power to do so. They tend to have no special abilities aside from the obvious, and seem to be the most humane of a pack.
Farscape Tenebres AU:
John is a human, over the course of time Aeryn, a mage, teaches him how to use magic and he becomes a mage himself, but in the beginning he's just some guy that falls down a portal that allows him to travel between "mageworlds" which are kinda cut off little mage-made dimensions that magefolk use to avoid using magic around commonfolk. anyway he stumbles upon a mageworld that's sole purpose was to be a prison for people who committed magic crimes and that's how he'd find the "moya crew". D'Argo's a Cast werewolf, Zhaan's a grim reaper, Rygel's a vampire, Chiana (who they'd meet later) is a succubus. They end up escaping and just kinda exist via jumping through portals and running from the law.
I had a name for the magic police written down somewhere but it's been lost to time so it's back to being filler named: [MAGIC POLICE] lore:
The death of a magic-involved individual is something the [MAGIC POLICE] are obviously inclined to investigate
Harm of another wizard has a lot of laws and a lot of potential punishments dependent on the severity of the incident
The [MAGIC POLICE] will also investigate general public crimes that have been involved with magic, for the threat of the magic community being exposed, [MAGIC POLICE] officers are given the okay to use mind manipulation magic on the general public to aid in their forgetting of certain events
The [MAGIC POLICE]'s job is to apprehend wrongdoers whereas plague doctors for example clean up the messes afterwords
[MAGIC PRISON] (Tartarus) is where apprehended criminals are contained, it is seemingly limitless in the capacity it holds
Cast Lore:
Casts have a six-pointed star on their forehead.
Casts receive their powers by curses or spells acted upon them. The means as to how, why, and what the side effects are for a Cast may vary very much depending on how it was that they became a werewolf. This subtype of werewolves is one of the rarer kinds as magic is not common in today's society, though the ability to become a Cast still exists. They are usually the strongest of a pack, gifted with enhanced skills and strength. A Cast will normally have one particular ability that is unique to only them; that isn't to say that there aren't similarities between Cast abilities either.
Some examples may include but are not limited to: The ability to control an element (Fire, wind, electricity, water, etc.), psychic abilities (Illusion, foresight, telepathy, telekinesis, etc.), enhanced physical capabilities (Increased, strength, sleep, sight, hearing, etc.)
Casts are only able to use their magic in their wolf forms.
Some Casts can be muleheaded and a bit arrogant in dealing with affairs, though the other werewolves know how to put a Cast in its place. Casts will sometimes have unique coloring and fur, occassionally one may see a Cast with vibrant colors in association with its natural fur color. They are also seen to have odd mutations in their wolf forms such as an extra set of limbs, though not all of them carry this trait.
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I know this is late rn (it is here in my country lmao);;; but will you continue the Morpheus X Filipino!Reader???;;; I'm not really sure if there's a follow-up that I'm not aware of sorry...
But I have an idea, after the drunk shenanigans, they get a massiiiiive hangover and question if what happened really happened but continue their day.
Then after being kicked out, Morpheous just followed them like the lost puppy he is (in this case a lost sad wet cat lmao) like in a work/university(as a student or professor idk). LITERALLY everywhere (stalking but in a cute way if it makes sense?).
And Cori visit now and then, for his own amusement lol, just to annoy Dream and make him jealous or watch his "Dad" suffer and be a pathetic love sick puppy LMAOOOOO
Also, Matthew gives Morpheus some love and courting(?) tips is quite cute and funny at the same time lolololol
Anywayyyyyyyyyyyyyy have a great day or night~!!!! idk
Oh, Don't Be Like That
Dream of the Endless x Reader + Corinthian x Reader (except its mostly Dream & Cori duking it out AHHAHA)
Summary: There was a battle going inside your mind between a nightmare and the master of dreams... literally.
Word Count: 1k+
Warnings: gender neutral!reader, psychological mind fuckery, corinthian being the nightmare he is, brat!cori, jealous!dream, exasperated dad!dream, angst?, crackfic?, typos, etc.
A/N: hi nonnie, there is actually a next part to it, but lol sige na nga ahsf;lashf i'll write what you want (i hope you like it) only cos i love corinthian so much and i want them to bite each other (in a fight HAHHAHAH) i hope you enjoy it and yeah it was pretty late when you sent this i remember but that doesnt matter cos i got back to you 1000 years later lol
This is technically a p4. [p1 "Thorn At My Side"] [p2 "Beer"] [p3 "Not Enough"] but you dont have to read them to understand lol.
Tagging everyone from p3!: @cleverzonkwombatsludge @pinksirensong @lexi-anastasia @aralezinspace @emy635 @libra207 @secretdreamlandmentality @deniixlovezelda @shadow-pancake9 @laraackerman @reallystressedhoneybee @farintonorth @shining-yuu @ellooo0ooo i'll also tag @sloanexx even though this isn't the jealous!dream req i was talking to you about lol
I was running. I was running so fast that I was losing my breath. The halls were winding. I reach a split hallway and take a sharp turn right.
"Oh, little bug," the ominous voice calls, "why are you running from me? I thought we were friends?"
I run faster, skin crawling, rising with goosebumps, as I tread frantically down the hall.
I see light at the end. I run faster and faster towards it, as fast as my legs can take me.
All at once, the light is gone and I slam into a dead end. I fall to bottom and scramble. I push myself back into the corner, looking out into the darkness, awaiting my demise.
"Oh, pretty thing," he laughs, "how stupid of you."
My entire body is trembling. I break into an ear piercing, body curdling shriek when I see a figure. A grim, twisted, eerily grinning face comes into view from the shadows.
My head blares because of my screaming, and yet when the figure comes to light and doubles down in laughter. Tears in my eyes are clouding my vision, and I'm curled up in the corner for dear life.
He takes of his shades and leans on his knees. The teeth in his eyes wheeze with him. It takes me a good long while for me to realize just who in the nightmare this man was, with the aid of him introducing himself.
"It's me, doll," he chuckles, turning to me, "your boyfriend Cori."
I recoil, as this finally dawns onto me. Boyfriend my ass. I begin to heave as my frightened tears turn into bitter angry ones. I rise to my feet, chest rising and falling in anger. I point an accusing finger to the blonde, "you are NOT my boyfriend," I step forward each statement, "you stupid, annoying, evil little bitch-ass, rat!"
Corinthian raises his hands in defeat, chuckling once more, proceeding to wipe his glasses on his shirt, looking down as he snorts, "oh, but I am."
When he looks back up as he puts his glasses back on, the grin on his face disappears as he is faced with nothing but darkness.
Corinthian is no longer in the hall, he is only stood alone in the darkness.
"Deceiver."
Corinthian's blood runs still. His breath hitches when he turns and is faced with an imposing figure.
Dream of the Endless glares at his creation with a tense jaw. His eyes are lit with a fury. Corinthian can easily recognize the envy.
He feels a possessiveness, an irksome roll in his gut. What is he doing in my nightmare?
Corinthian grinds his teeth then exhales, adjusting his shades on the bridge of his nose. He feels ire rise up the artery in his neck, but he plays it off with an airy chuckle, "sounds like a whole lot of denial on your part, papa bear."
Dream's nostrils flare, he steps forward, not willing to lose to his spawn, "I have gotten my answer, nightmare. Bego-"
"You've been following us," Cori cuts in, not wanting to end the nightmare, not wanting to lose either. He watches the strangles expression on his maker tighten. The nightmare's gotten some good footing, "you've seen us walk together," he raises a brow, "laughing, holding hands."
The blonde is excited by the involuntary reaction he gets from Dream. His dark form darkens even more. The king begins to contort into a thing of horror. His form is shifting into fear itself.
If a nightmare had a nightmare, it would be him.
And yet he does a good job of playing it off, Corinthian wills himself to, just before fear overtook him, "it'd be stupid of you not to realize the feelings we evidently share for each other."
Lord Morpheus' frightful and terror-inspiring form begins to dwindle, to lose its edge at the his words. Corinthian was, like the Lord of Dreams said, a deceiver, a master at that, but he was nonetheless true at a point though. That was why a paleness overtook Dream's face, dejected, cold.
Corinthian enjoys the fact he has the upper hand, "I've been spending all my time, frolicking with-"
"And yet," his voice cracks like thunder, "you were denied," Dream cuts, smashes with a sledgehammer. He nears Corinthian. His master feels his shudder, "enough of your games, child."
A shiver runs down his spine. The power of his words over Corinthian was absolute gospel. He felt like he was being drawn back into the depths by his ankles. Cori was not giving up without a fight however.
"I can hear your true intentions, Corinthian," Dream speaks, "cease your childish prods-"
"No," Corinthian snorts. He points a finger to the ground, "no, you're wrong. You can't make me!"
He watches Dream narrow his eyes and tilt his head. He gulps when he hears him say, "can't I?"
Corinthian feels his body vibrate in anger, in annoyance, in deviance.
At the same time, they both feel the stirring of the being's consciousness.
Corinthian heaves, forcing himself to laugh, "there's still something you still don't understand, pops."
Dream is done with him, and yet he decides to humor his Corinthian, "and what would that be?"
"Unlike you, we actually have a relationship, and I'm actually, at least, friends with t-"
I gasp awake, feeling a cold sweat down my neck. I squeal and snap my head to the side when I hear a voice from across my bedroom.
It's Corinthian, taunting me, a blanket on his form from where he was spending the night on my sofa chair, groaning as he shifted, lips curving upward, "nightmare?"
I catch my breath, scowling, grabbing the pillow beside me on my bed, "asshole!" I throw the pillow at him, "I knew it was a bad idea to let you sleep over!"
Corinthian is hit in the face by my unexpectedly good shot. The glasses he kept on slips from his nose and yet he is undeterred, and even chuckles, "that's what you get for playing good Samaritan."
"Rat!" I bark, "cretin! TROLL! GREMLIN-"
"I don't know why you're so angry," Cori laughs, "I'm sure you don't remember a thing."
"That doesn't mean I don't feel the fear in my body, moron! IMBECILE!"
Dream, on the other hand, who manifested his consciousness back in the Dreaming, alerts Matthew, who had been waiting for him, perched on his throne's backrest.
"So?" the raven crows.
Dream ignores him, standing from his throne, and walking off with a dark cloud over head.
Matthew watches him storm away. He sighs, "I told you to just ask if Corinthian was-"
"Silence, bird."
Matthew stops. He sighs. He'd roll his eyes if he could. He gently mocks, "ok then, boss. You're the boss, boss."
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fun mango fact I live laugh love ej x liu and I wanna make art of them so fucking bad but I have like. Severe art block and I DONT like it.
they're just so cute and it's like ejekshahsn it's even better if you know about or I've told u my ver of creepypasta chars/my au
I'm gonna infodump while I'm at it
my ver of ej is nigerian/russian (russian from chernobog, his father of sorts, his mother was just a nice Nigerian woman lmao) and he's like. 27, he's also like 7 feet fucking tall lmfao did most of med school and his medical knowledge is like rlly good n shit, he's really caring especially when it comes to liu and he's also really protective. He has locs, dark brown and he puts jewellery in them sometimes
he has dark grey skin and full lips, the top one being a darker grey, (skin color is #45413F, top lip is #302D2C and bottom lip is a combo of top lip and #403230) he's also like extremely muscular. he spends a lot of time working out and he has really good stamina (this is both a win for liu and a loss. iykyk)
He's very warm and he has a deep voice, not like corpse husband deep but like. He sounds like MC Ren (the N.W.A member) but a little deeper
liu is like the complete opposite of Jack in my au. He's skinny as shit and before he met Jack his ribcage was dead ass showing, after he met Jack and started eating a bit more he gained a small amount of weight, but was still kinda underweight, my version of Liu is ftm btw, hasn't physically transitioned apart from hormones
he's also like 5'7
Liu's like. 22, he has a few scars on his face and all over his body, and he has pretty severe eye bags but that doesn't mean he ain't pretty. mf looks like a dream.
he makes money by helping jeff deal and shit
liu (and jeff) is/are polish. Very polish might I add
Jack speaks both Russian and Yoruba (a bit of igbo/ndi igbo, he picked it up from another Nigerian friend in highschool before the chernobog genes kicked in)
so if liu swears at Jack in polish, Jack will respond in Russian and they'll still understand what eachother is saying cause a lot of slavic languages are similar
their height difference goes hard as fuck though LMFAOO
jack is like rlly good at cooking but he prefers liu's cooking, they're both good tho
Jack doesn't let ANYONE touch his locs (jeff tried once when he was high lol bro almost got his hands cut off) except liu, but he's still careful lol
lius kind of blunt and a bit monotone at times, Jack doesn't mind much tho
they're not perfect, they can be a bit toxic at times, jack holds more power in the relationship but it works in their situation
Jack has a tendency to like. hold liu and cuddle him and tell him how he'd do anything to see him smile etc etc
they're killers, they're freaks they're not gonna have a perfectly happy relationship, no relationship is perfect
also they don't live in the slendermansion or whatever lol
Jack used to but he moved in w Liu and lius been living in this like. lowk luxurious cabin in the forest lol
lius a bit scared of heights, Jack still picks him up for the hell of it
liu wears a lot of Jack's clothes for the sake of comfort, jack carries things that belong to liu , like pens or photos of him whenever he's out on a mission (he does assassin stuff), regardless of if he's gone for a short time or a while
jack brings stuff home. it could be books, notebooks/sketchbooks, food, etc.
liu doesn't go out much. he likes staying at home, he can go out in public safely for the most of it, he only ever goes out into towns for groceries or emergencies
jack cannot keep his hands off liu lmao, he has to be holding onto him one way or another
if u managed to read this whole thing just be my mutual already
#eyeless jack x homicidal liu#homicidal liu x eyeless jack#its 3am#ej x liu#jack x liu#jackliu#mfmango
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Im consuming too much doctor who content Im inevitably dreaming about it.. abd let tell you! Its effin stressful lol
I had a dream where the Doctor accidentally took me back to a family reunion. Im Filipino..
Sarah Jane was a sweetheart, instant favorite! Harry being a doctor was easy to get into their good graces but
Do you know how hard yet so easy to explain a over six foot wide eyed foreigner dressed for colder climate and his magic blue box to your judgemental yet most hospitable family of over a two dozen?! I swear there are way more people in it but dream brain anxiety so.
Thank god for the TARDIS translator matrix cause them being able to speak the language is massive brownie points!
Imagine how challenging it is to keep your cousins and sibs not to mess with the TARDIS or climb the poor timelord like a tree? He was great with them especially because he got cool stories and jellybabies on his arsenal. Those gremlins were mild difficulty. Titas approved but not fond of the candy strat tho.
You also got to keep a look out lest they wander at the custonary karaoke booze traps at the yard! Some of the titos managed to offer a drink or two before I could intervene. I know he is a perfectly capable adult timelord that could probably hold his drink better than any human could but he is the designated driver and those Lambanog are no joke. Harry was a lost cause tho.
Somehow my house is bigger on the inside which is cool and every single one of my family got their own rooms! (Manifesting it into reality \(ᴗ ͟ʖᴗ)/) It was like a hotel almost it was giving casita aesthetic but bigger! And less sentient. The kitchen was industrial (giant woks!) And the pantry was like a cross between a hobbit's and a grocery store. It was so cool I might add it for like a mind palace or concept design or somethin.
It was a great dream. They got along with them for the most part then the conversation popped up on about 'doctor what?', 'What you mean assistants' 'howd you meet (my name)?' 'Traveling? We can barely get her out of the front door!' and I was sweatin but Sarah explained it better than Doc could without raising anymore questions like 'whats a Dalek?' .
dream brain go 'ahh i have the power to turn this into your worat nightmare! Buhahaha'
And it kinda did! Somehow in that same bigger on the inside house. Ive lost my slippers! Again! Even in my dreams I lose them to some bottom nook of a sofa never to be seen again! It was early morning and we had to go.
So the Doctor started to carry me around. In my amy pond's pajamas. (< tf?)
I DONT KNOW WHY? IT WAS SO EMBARASSING! But funny. My cousins teased me that I look like a monkey in his arms. Im offended. Im 5 foot asian woman I know we look ridiculous but monkey?! The elders said we look like his child, My mom didnt like it one bit. Bruhh. The glare she gave me was so realistic. It was a nightmare.
The man dared to take amusement of my misery. The git. He dropped me when mom looks like she's gonna hit him. Never safe with mothers.
Then at the end. When I went off to get something and the doctor had a chat with my mother... ヾ(×× ) ﾂ
My mom has always been my spokeperson. And not in a bad way, she's my support when I struggle with phone calls or doctor's appointments. Ironic. So this wasnt anything new.
I suppose it was neccesary for full immersion but ahhhhh! I hate having such realistically vivid dreams, paired with my hyper imagination, its a rollercoaster of emotions!
They talked about our adventures and what not. Odd things I do that they noticed or to look out for. If im taking care of myself. My mother worries if It gets too much for me and them (she gets like this when talking with my friends irl. Lmao)
my dream brain went full fanfic mode(i was writing one before I fell asleep)
"- it was Brilliant! Got a good arm on her aswell youd think her reach would give her a disadvantage but shes a creative one." he said cheerily but rubs a hand on his face at the memory.
My mother frowned at that. "That child. I told her not to hit her friends, that brutish pixie."
"Oh dont worry madam. It happened once and I quite deserve it. She never harmed another being quite like so in all our time together. She's a delightful companion even at her worst.. although I do wish she's less.. quiet."
"Quiet? Oh yes she's like a ghost, noh? Gave us quite the scare anytime she could." She tells him.
Then they grew silent as they watch me run around the crowd of relatives, barefoot (idk why I cant find my shoes!)
"Is she safe with you?" She asked him suddenly. Admittedly he was dreading that question because what is safe when you travel with the doctor? (Lets face it. most of us are gonna be shit companions. I know id be useless with the running! And the fact that my brain even dared make me one. Ha!) "I know she can be a handful and I can never fully understand the life youre draggin her into but.. please promise me that you'll look after her."
"I promise to always look out for her. And for what its worth, I take this duty of care quite.. seriously."
... she nodded relieved but somberly.
"She was so small.. she have always been compared to anyone" I heard her say to him. "And she would look at trees and the sky with such a far away look that youd see she's not with you anymore but lost in her mind."
"I agree. Shes very much the same even now. But shes more capable than you give her credit for."
This is where I came back dressed and shoed up. I got scolded for not wearing my good clothes and all that mom stuff. But after that and lots of food to go, me, sarah and the doctor got in the tardis and went off to another adventure!
My alarm went off tho before anything else happened. I cant really remember much of the wackier stuff that happened but yeah. The moment i woke up from it I decided Im gonna post this here to be part of my dream journal im making. Or a reference for a one shot idk.
It was odd but delightful that it was the Fourth Doctor when I have only seen clips and compilations of him. It made me want to watch his era.
Thats about it really. Hope you all have wonderful dreams!
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