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#the night has 1000 screams
opens-up-4-nobody · 7 months
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You don't understand how unhinged I feel trying to construct an ending for Bleach that I personally would enjoy while knowing Bleach does not deserve my time and also not remembering enough to actually make anything coherent. And yet here I am.
#god. no one gives a fuck abt bleaching. i am screaming into the void. y cant i put this energy into being productive#i just want there to be themes and a satisfying ending. and ending that is sad and yet happy#i just think. for me. ichigo kurosaki died on the night rukia pierced him with her zanpakto. oh fuck i cant spell. fucking strap in#i kno he didnt technically die according to the rules of the universe but i think as soon as ichigos soul left his body. that body became#a corpse. so when he goes back into it its not suitible to live in anymore and he only starts to feel that with the fullbring arc#i think when rukia jumpstarted his powers she lit the fuse of a bomb and becoming a visor allowed him to chanel his resentment#bc he does resent. ichigo is an emotional person. he felt emense guilt when his mothet died bc he felt he couldnt protect her bc he was#being raised to protect. the boy has a complex and its kinda fuckrd up and its 1000% isshins fault. so when thr opportunity comes for#ichigo to sacrifice himself for his family he does and he literally and metaphorically dies. his life from that point on is overtaken by#death. so what do we do with ichigo after everything is said and done bc he cant go back to being human he cant be a living corpse. he has#to go to the soul society. bc i like to imagine everything hes done to his soul. his twisted cosmically weird special boy soul. hes like a#bomb. its unstable and they need to teach him to control it so he doesnt tear a hole in reality and let thr hollows pour in. so its safer#if that happens in thr soul society. and rukia lil miss ice princess can teach him to do that. i would also make it weird with god stuff but#i never read the blood war stuff so i dont kno enough abt the gods. also i would make rukia more at odds with everyone who was gonna let her#fucking die and who overlooked her bc she should b held with more reguard for her fighting. but misogyny 😒 so then what do we do with#ichigo in thr soul society? i cant stand the idea of him becoming part of the institution. i cant. i think he should be rogue. rebell. idk#train to be strong and battle agaisnt the 13 court guard squad who r clearly going to try to control him as he tries to control himself.#send my boy to therapy so he can control his reatsu? is the the word? idk. maybe he should go to that dead dog district and look for kids#with spiritual pressure. he needs to feel useful. maybe id just give him weird god powers. i am an ichigo special boy apologist#thats as far forward as i can think. ichigo has to b dead. has to learn to control his power before he can go fight. rukia can teach him#he rebells against the institution. encourages rukia to go apeshit bc fuck everyone. and then idk. he keeps trying to save ppl forever#or he dies and destroys the universe. a big ball of resentment and bad feels and secrets upon secrets upon secrets. god y am i thinking#abt this so much. ive got bullshit to deal with. anyway. idk i just like ichigo a lot and i think thr ending to bleach is th worst forever#bleach ramblings
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totalswag · 4 days
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this just SCREAMS rafe camerons kid 1000%
dad!rafe daughter has been begging to put his motorcycle helmet because she wants to be just like her daddy. so one night family is over and rafe finally lets his daughter out the helmet on.
at first rafe was debating it since it might feel heavy on her but he couldn't say no to his little girl pleading him with her puppy dog eyes.
"look, i'm just like daddy!" She exclaims, and everyone looks at your daughter with awe. 
"yes, baby, just like daddy," he laughs.
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professionalfattener · 4 months
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Sweetie? Can you hear Me? There He is. Okay don't try to say anything yet just let yourself adjust okay? You can open your eyes. Dont panic its all alright. You've just been wallowing in a induced haze for a while now so you might not fully remember. I know it's been a bit longer than we planned but you've been so responsive to your new diet and sedation. You've been happily laying there being pumped full daily for... almost a year now. I'm sorry I didn't stop when we planned but you must remember: You asked for this. You reached out to Me and You asked Me to do this to you. You begged me for it. And now? Well Hunny look! We did it... I did it. It took a long time but we, You finally reached 1000 pounds, I thought we should wake you up a bit and celebrate but maybe it's too much... Calm down its okay. I know youre too weak and heavy to move yourself now. No it's not a dream Piggy Ha! Don't you remember? We worked so hard to fatten you beyond what you dreamed possible but you actually did it and now... well these beautiful consequences are yours to live with for as long as your ruined body has left. Hear that? oh there it goes. Here's your heart rate monitor over on the left. You can't see it? That's okay, your "neck" is just fat chins and cheeks being swallowed by expansive shoulder lard...now I see you can barely turn your head. Goodness. It's okay Baby. I see you're excited! Or are you afraid? I can only tell from your eyes and screaming monitors. Your poor heart works so hard these days. Beep Beep Beep.  Do you want to hear it struggling? Hold on its getting to be difficult work for me to even fit my hands under these thick rolls and moobs Hunny. My Stethascope might feel cold. Here. Listen: Thump thump thump. Oh you are excited then I guess. Or maybe hungry? This tube is for your liquid calories we pump into you day and night. You're never hungry.
It's okay. Yes you're all softness and rolls and thick fat now Sweetie. I know it's hard to think. Look around, this is your hosptial room. And look up! Thats You. Shocking I know... Take it in. That swollen mass of lard is... You. Shhhh dont try to speak. Breathe in and out. Let's get you comfy. Thank you for being so good and listening while we got you cleaned up. I know it's a lot. You can try to lift your arms for me? yes. Oh... is that all? Well you haven't used them in along time. Deep, breaths keep going. Is that enough oxygen? Lean back and relax. I know it's a lot to take in. I might have kept you in your haze for a little too long but... you wanted this. You wanted to be this heavy. Now look at you! You're the biggest person in this entire facility you know...it's been a few years since we moved here. You don't remeber at all? Shhh youre taking all in now I know. Look at what a belly youve grown. Bigger then we dreamed. Can you feel this? Your rolls have really stacked up. Your back folds and side rolls are pressing up on the bedrails I know but there are no bigger beds. Does it feel good Sweetheart? Look at me okay? I can see you trying to speak. Whats that? No you can't see them but those are your toes. Wiggle them for me? Good enough I guess. It doesnt matter now does it? Dont look so scared. You asked me for this. Not long now. #deathfeedist #deathfeeder# #immobility ##extremeweightgain #feeder #darkscenario #omgimsofuckedup
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pix3lplays · 3 months
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I just had MASSIVE brain worms with anon’s thoughts on aventurine and sunday— OK SO
The whole jealous/possessive trope? Yeah, how about that with those two :) you meet aventurine at one of penacony’s bars or clubs and bond over some cards after he teaches you. What becomes a regular, friendly match turns into cute meetings and he ventures to take you out into town. Now I see aventurine as the teasing and touchy type. If you’re comfy with it, he’s 1000% slinging an arm around your waist, shoulder, stuff like that.
Sunday is someone you meet naturally as he’s like one of the major heads of the Family on all of Penacony. Maybe your job has you bond with him during social or political meetings but his smile and kind mannerisms seem a little less forced with you: one of Sunday’s signals that he is fond of you.
Well BOTH of these men scream (a lil manipulative) and VERY observant so naturally they’d absolutely know it if the other is harboring feelings or stealing longing glances.
Sunday showering you in gifts, some anonymous with poetic letters, some personally handed to you. Aventurine showing you off around town while he carries your shopping bags for you, letting you do anything your cute heart desires. He’d make eye contact with Sunday from across the street and just fucking SMIRK. I know he would. But because both men are powerful and supposed to be diplomatic to one another between the IPC and Family, they can’t exactly eliminate competition :(
Ahhhhhhh no thoughts head empty, just THIS
Oh my word your brain is so big I could listen to you talk about this all day.
@fire-lizard-ro for helping me out!
Cw! Manipulation
But oh my gosh what I’d do to be stuck in between AVENTURINE and Mr. SUNDAY PLEASE but also WOAH that’s terrifying~
Mr. Aventurine. Real dangerous. Manipulative. Hard to read. But he’ll buy you whatever your eyes land on, and his arm feels so nice wrapped loosely around your waist…
Mr. Sunday won’t indulge you quite as much. He doesn’t believe in buying affections, like Aventurine does. But that doesn’t mean he won’t give you attention. He’s full of pretty little words and pretty little presents, and of course any time spent with Sunday lives in your head for a long, long time.
They’re both So manipulative. Aventurine likes the classic: look at all I’ve given you. You can’t live without me. While Sunday doesn’t Say it but he definitely makes you think it.
Imagine just…being with Aventurine in the casino. You’re sitting on his lap, kissing his jaw, kissing his tattoo, helping him cheat at cards…
It looks like the night is about to end on a high note, until one more challenger appears. Mr. Sunday himself.
Neither of them say it, but you know it too. The final prize, Aventurine’s last gamble…
You.
Aventurine and Sunday were going to play one last round for you.
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slytherinsallows · 5 months
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What the Hogwarts Legacy Boys Would be like 🌶️18+!!
(These are just my personal headcanons based off their personalities)
Sebastian Sallow
☆ Very needy and can be rough, depending on how sexually frustrated he is.
☆ LOVES to watch when he has you from behind, and grips tightly on your waist while your ass bounces.
☆ Also loves to watch you ride him, regular and reverse. He loves the way your 🐱grips onto him and it makes him finish so fast.
☆ If you don't finish he loves to finger you and eat you out, he's really good at both and loves to watch you grasp the bedsheets as you scream, with nothing but a smirk on his face.
☆ 1000% a dom, I don't think I even need to say that he loves having his control over you.
☆ He'll easily go 4,5 times a night without tiring, just letting his pure drive to fuck you and make you his take over him.
☆ Loves to leave marks all over you, thighs, neck, hell anything he can get his teeth on.
☆ His eye contact his everything.
Ominis Gaunt
☆ VERY sensual and a massive fan of foreplay.
☆ He'll get you to the point where you just want him to take you but he's too interested in kissing every part of your skin and feeling every crevice of your body.
☆ Once he finally puts it in he's a moaning mess, as he's super sensitive. Despite that he can last a while and his main objective is to make you finish and feel amazing.
☆ Loves missionary as he craves the feeling of being as close as possible to you, once he cums in that position he just lays on top for a while with his cock still in, taking a while to come down while enjoying the moment.
☆ King of aftercare, whispering how good you were and how much he loves you until you fall asleep.
Garreth Weasley
☆ Is so obsessed with the way your 🐱 feels around him he doesn't tend to last very long at all... his thrusts are always sloppy and needy, always desperate to cum in you because you feel too good to him.
☆ If he doesn't make you cum he'll take you again or eat you out, trying not to cum again so you can.
☆ He loves to experiment with you, and will literally try (almost) anything. DEFINITELY whimpers.
☆ He loves getting head from you as well, and calling you slutty names as you do it.
☆ Given you a facial one too many times, watching his cum drip down your lips is enough to make him melt.
☆ He loves getting his hair pulled when he's ontop, it drives him crazy and just makes it harder for him not to release ~
Hope you liked it lmk your thoughts 👀
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koiiiiijiii · 1 month
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finishing ur requests? uum no. another idea nobody asked about? yes pls💯💯
wooin x sis!reader (platonic)
author’s note : after last chapter i had this headcanon in my head. i suspect that wooin grew up in toxic household where his parents make him study, locking him up in his room, but boy probably was dreaming about just be free, and once left home. i also suspect his family probably has the same wealth as minu, but his parents way more toxic and controlling. but when he left home he left his part there, the part of his soul.
honesty 1000% in love how some ppl just ignored my closed inbox and keep sent requests🤣🤍🫵🏻 seriously guys, the best!! i will answer all requests, almost all is in process(i mean at least 20-40% already done) but now enjoying my time at home😌💌🔒
warnings : no(?) lil fluff, lil angst, nothing hardcore, prob grammar mistakes(not proofed as all my writings)
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༘⋆ wooin is older sibling 100%
༘⋆ when his parents told him he will have a sister, when he was 3 or 4 he was jealous, and whole 9 months he waited for someone who will ruin his life
༘⋆ but instead, when your father brought you and your mum to home from hospital, wooin was confused
༘⋆ he only saw a small girl, no one who could harm him in any way
༘⋆ your first ever smile was for him, or because of him by the way!! and he blushed so so much when your small hand clung to his index finger
༘⋆ so he built a soft spot for you in his heart in two years, because first years you’ve been crying, screaming and sobbing mess, well like all toddlers, while wooin was saying that he was too old to babysit you (bro was like 5-6 years old and crying himself to sleep bc didn’t understand how 10*10 equals 100 and 11*11 didn’t equal 111)
༘⋆ btw you were always silent when he was babysitting you. he chuckled each time when you looked at him with wide open eyes
༘⋆ through his childhood your parents were extremely strict with him, so he partly grateful to you for the fact that you took some attention on yourself and gave him the opportunity to be free from his studies and lectures from your parents for a while
༘⋆ but each year atmosphere in your home becomes more toxic, and when you grow up a little you could remember how wooin was locked in his room to study better, because he didn’t have acceptable marks
༘⋆ but you would always sneak in his room late at night, with your saved from the morning sweets and share some with him
༘⋆ you both favorite was lollipops with lemon favors tho!!
༘⋆ when you were about 13 years old, wooin left the house, he was 17
༘⋆ no need to say that your parents were furious. especially your father. in korea it’s common that son is inherits family business or work, so it’s always been a big scandal over his marks, behavior and look
༘⋆ so when he left, for you it meant that all the attention and rigor of your parents were transferred to you
༘⋆ atter the first couple of months of your brother's absence, he found the strength to meet with you
༘⋆ wooin knew perfectly that parents rage will reflect on you, and honestly he were scared - that you will hate him
༘⋆ when he met you near your school, he froze for few seconds and then hugged you so tight that you thought he was about to break your ribs (you returned him that favor)
༘⋆ you two always were close, wooin was your freshness in a house full of stuffy, stagnant air, while you was his little sunshine of hope and happiness in his dark, locked room
༘⋆ you didn’t have a lot of time after your school, so you just hugged tightly and exchanged phone numbers, so you could stay in touch
༘⋆ few days after you find the way to sneak out of the house to meet with your brother you spend few hours on a bench talking and listening to each other
༘⋆ - how are the relatives? on a scale of one to fucked up, how angry were they?
- fucked up in a cube, you know our dad, he wasn't just furious, from the screams from their room, i think he literally lost his temper
༘⋆ wooin just chuckled sadly and rubbed his neck with the palm of his hand
༘⋆ as the years passed, your nightly meetings continued. sometimes he would catch you after school or another after-school club where your parents had put you
༘⋆ wooin offered you to run away to him several times. by your senior year in school, he was self-supporting, and he even had some white-haired giant working for him, constantly pining after him
༘⋆ somehow you refused, deciding to finish school first and then he promised to help you with either work or university, depends on what you will choose
༘⋆ yes, guys from sabbath know you
༘⋆ yes, heyok once caught you two hugging
*wooin pressed his lips on top of your head, tightly shutting his eyes, frowning a little, he didn’t know when he will see you again, because he knew, in exam session parents won’t let you have a free second*
༘⋆ in first place heyok though you two dating, but then joker explained him how things actually going(my headcanon that they gossip girls, frfr)
༘⋆ since you hanged out with wooin you caught your brother’s manners of jokes
༘⋆ “hey, big bro, does that new red haired guy in your team have a girlfri..”
“don’t you even dare to finish this sentence” he exclaimed indignantly. no way his precious little sis will deal with that motherfucker.
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wildemaven · 25 days
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1000 kisses to you and here's my 2 prompt picks for the drabble thingie: 4 and 15 with Javier
Can't wait to see what it leads to 😘
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call me javi | javier peña
pairing: javier peña x reader word count: 651 content warning: mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, dancing, fluff, javier being protective and sweet, I don’t think there’s anything else note: sorry it took me so long to get to this!! I hope this works okay 💕 thanks for sending in your ask and for you support
“You're not as bad as everyone says you are.” You say loudly rather close to his ear, hoping he can hear over the booming music and crowded bar. 
It was a slow week at the embassy, which meant the DEA’s finest had a chance to let loose and enjoy themselves for once. 
Drinks flowing. Bodies grinding in tune with each song the DJ throws out, keeping the energy circulating throughout the small bar you all frequent regularly. 
Tonight would be like any other Friday with your fellow Agents, except this evening you find yourself drawn to one Agent in particular. 
His body has been firmly against yours for the better part of the evening, front and back. Hands holding you close no matter the pace of the song, selfishly worried you might drift away or find yourself in the arms of someone else. 
You lost count at the amount of times his lips brushed over your own ears. His constant need to check in with you had your chest tight and stomach full of fluttering desire. 
There was a small part of you that was feeling he might even like you. More than just a crush born from an evening of close proximity. There was never a thought that he would be, not with all the beautiful women constantly in his arms in all the years you’ve known him. 
With the way his warm brown eyes are so fixated on you says otherwise. His expression exchanged for something a little less brooding and a little more alluring. Hands still finding purchase by any means as you lean against the wall while his body shields you from onlookers. The dimly lit hallway near the back of the bar adds another layer of privacy. 
“Who’s everyone?” Javier’s voice is laced with a nervousness you’ve never heard before. The stoic demeanor he wears regularly now hangs up alongside his worn-in leather jacket. 
There’s a raspiness brought on by the pack of cigarettes he most likely blew through leading up to showing up here, even though he said he had other plans.
“Who do you think?” You smirk playfully at him, your fingers playing with the damp curls at the base of his neck. 
“Steve?” There was no need to even ask, he already knew how protective Steve was, rightfully so. Didn’t mean he still didn’t find his overbearing partner to be a pain in his ass, especially when it came to you. 
You nod in agreement, desperately trying to contain the laughter bubbling up as he huffs out  dramatically, shaking his head. The annoyance doesn’t last long though. The corners of his mouth lifting, revealing one of his best features. His smile makes you instantly weak and it has you prematurely looking forward to being on the receiving end of it forever. 
“Are you going to kiss me, Javier?” The prospect of his lips on you, in any capacity, had been overwhelming your every thought since he saddled up next to you at the beginning of the night.
Watching the way his lips formed every word he spoke. Cradling the edge of his glass on his plush lower lip as he sipped on his dry whiskey. Contorting in such a delicate way with each drag he pulled from his cigarette. 
They’re the softest lips you’ve ever had the pleasure of kissing. Excruciatingly blissful, deliberately encompassing your own, as your brain silently screams for more. 
“Javi.” Javi. It rolls off his tongue like a sweet springtime honey. Each letter electric as he says it, leaving your mouth tingling as it brands itself to your soul. 
“Hmm?” Too consumed by him to form words. 
“You can call me Javi from now on.” There’s a permanence in the way he says it, something you both have to discuss once the hangovers have worn off tomorrow. 
“Kiss me again— Javi.” And he does well into the next morning. 
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historiaxvanserra · 1 year
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Fluff where reader reveals she’s pregnant with one of the batboys 🥹 and Rhys/Cassian/Azriel are in tears of joy
Little Love | Pregnancy Headcannons
thank you for the request love! I couldn't choose who to write about so I'm going to do headcanon style so I can write about everyone's favourite bat boys! I also had so much fun with these that I will eventually do like a mini-series where each of the boys gets a standalone fic about finding out their going to be dads!
Rhysand
Rhys is TERRIFIED when he finds out! our boy is a worrier you best believe it keeps him up at night sometimes.
BUT!!! he's also absolutely in awe of you, and the way your body changes and grows.
he's genuinely mystified by how you can carry on as (relatively) normal when your body is doing this amazing thing.
HE'S SUCH A GODDAMNED FLIRT! constantly compliments you. He wants you to know how much he worships you and your stomach that is full of his growing child.
Rhysand is convinced it's a boy and will have a name picked and everything but there is a soft part of him that can't wait for a daughter to spoil.
He 1000% cries when your baby is placed in his arms for the first time.
He spends the rest of the day thanking you every chance he gets.
Cassian
Cass genuinely LAUGHS when you tell him-- like a genuine bellow before it melts into one of those laugh/cry situations and then he wraps his big arms around you and just won't let go.
Then he runs to tell all of his family. He practically screams it to anyone who will listen.
He paints the nursery immediately.
He DEFINITELY talks to your stomach-- sometimes he wakes you up late in the night talking too loudly to your growing bump.
PREGNANCY SEX!!!! this man can not keep his hands off you. If it makes you feel good all you have to do is ask and this man will jump your bones.
Cass is EXCITED but sometimes he lets to mask slip a little and he reveals that he's worried that he doesn't have what it takes to be a good dad.
He's such a doting dad and your child will always be loved unconditionally.
Azriel
Azriel is the one who gets THE MOST emotional about it-- our favourite soft!boy cries as he sinks to his knees and presses his head to your stomach.
He's also the most scared to become a dad. The gravity of the situation is not lost on him but he's a fairly logical man so the panic doesn't last long.
Like Rhys he treats you like a QUEEN the entire pregnancy and gladly caters to your every whim.
Azriel worships the ground you walk on already but making him a dad makes his FERAL.
Labour absolutely paralyzes him like nothing else-- he's not scared of the blood but he HATES seeing you in that much pain. If he could take it all away he could in an instant.
Sometimes you catch him awake at night just watching you both so devoutly because "what did he ever do to deserve this?"
Lullaby KING! He has such a soft voice and he likes to sing to your baby when he thinks nobody is listening.
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thisapplepielife · 4 months
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Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles December challenge.
Sleeping with Spiders
Prompt Day 12: Only One Bed | Word Count: 1000 | Rating: T | CW: Language | Tags: College AU, Meet-Cute, Only One Bed, First Kiss
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"I think you're in my bed," a voice says, and Steve looks up from the class schedule he's studying while he lounges on his new dorm room bed. 
There's a long-haired guy standing in his doorway. 
“Uh, what?” Steve asks, staring at this guy. 
Steve's room is a single, so this is definitely his bed. It's the only one in the room, and surely this guy can see that. It’s kinda hard to miss. The guy waves a paper at him, and steps inside, dropping his bags to the floor with a thud. He hands the paper to Steve, and Steve skims it, and sure enough, this is his room assignment, too.
Steve fetches the same paper with his name on it, and hands it over. Same room. 
"They've fucked up," Steve says, comparing them, seeing the guy’s name at the top, “Edward.”
"Eddie,” he corrects, then adds, “and you don't say…”
“Steve,” Steve offers.
“They've definitely fucked up, Steve.”
They probably need to tell their RA, so this can get fixed.
Keith, the RA, is spectacularly unhelpful. His only advice was to wait until Monday to take it up with the housing department. It’s Friday night. Or, there’s an open bed in room 704, he offered. They both go look into 704 and there’s a shirtless guy with a mullet, cigarette dangling from his lip, stomping around like he’s mad at the world. They both look at each other. Hard pass.
Steve thinks taking their chances with each other has to be better than whatever that situation would be, so he nods his head back towards their double-assigned room.
They both sit on the bed. They can make this work for the weekend. 
“I can crash on the floor,” Eddie says, “since you’ve already put on all your bedding.”
Steve nods, “Maybe we can get an air mattress?” 
“I’m not buying an air mattress for three nights, rich boy,” Eddie says, teasing, but Steve can tell he’s serious. "Floor's fine." 
And the first night does go fine, and they spend Saturday hanging out in this single room with two occupants. Eddie's fun, Steve likes him, even if they are nothing alike.
Eddie has a guitar, so he tries to teach Steve to play, but finally gives up once he realizes it's a losing game. But Eddie plays, and their floormates stop by the door Eddie propped open. 
Steve wouldn't have thought to do that, but they're meeting people, even if none of them look like anyone Eddie would want to be friends with. 
"I have a band, back home. They're younger than me, so I promised my Uncle I'd at least try college, while I wait for them to graduate."
Steve nods, "That's cool."
"I'm in the music program," Eddie adds. 
Steve points to himself, "Business." 
"Good, that's good. That means I can call on you to be the money man, when we get rich and famous." 
Steve laughs, "Sure, you do that."
That night, Steve offers to switch bed for floor, but Eddie refuses. Which was fine until Steve bolts upright, startled awake. 
"Spider! On my face!" Eddie screams, and someone next door bangs on the wall. Great. This asshole is going to make his neighbors hate him before he gets gone to the right room on Monday. 
"I'm coming up!" Eddie says. 
"You're not coming up!" Steve hisses back. 
"It's my bed!" 
"I think not!" 
"You can share, or you can sleep with the spiders!" 
This bed is a single, a twin XL, whatever that is. There's not room for two guys in it, no way. At least not two near strangers. Steve likes Eddie, and wouldn’t be opposed to a little company from him, not at all. And Steve doesn’t need dinner first, not really, but he also doesn’t just crawl in bed to actually sleep with random dudes. No way.
But he scoots towards the wall, trying to make room for Eddie.
 
Steve wakes up in the morning, and Eddie has a leg slung over his thighs, teetering on the edge of the bed. Steve puts a hand on Eddie's back, just to make sure he doesn’t fall and break his neck.
Eddie leans into the touch, and Steve scratches his blunt nails against the thin cotton of Eddie’s t-shirt. It’s kinda nice being close to someone, even if they’re a random stranger that’s just stuck in your room, with nowhere else to go.
Steve feels when Eddie wakes up, because he tenses. 
“Shit. Sorry,” Eddie says, but there really isn’t much room to escape.
Steve rubs his back, “It’s fine. Honest.”
Eddie takes him for his word, and slings his arm across Steve’s bare chest. Steve likes it. He’s probably digging himself a hole here. 
What else is new? 
Eddie strokes his chest, running his fingers through the hair there, before moving down to the hair leading into his shorts. That's. That's interesting. He's interested in that. Definitely. 
Steve rolls onto his side, scooting towards the wall to make more room, and Eddie follows. Steve reaches forward and tucks Eddie's wild morning hair behind his ear. He wants to see his face. 
"This okay?" Steve asks. 
Eddie nods, so Steve leans forward to kiss him. Eddie meets him, and Steve's loving this. 
Eddie kisses him like it's all he wants to do in the world, and Steve clings to him, breathing hard and heavy into his mouth. He hopes his breath isn't terrible, but if it's, neither of them seem to care. 
He keeps kissing him, touching him and thinks this room mistake was the best case scenario, now. 
Eddie rolls on top of him. 
Steve suddenly has a thought, "Was there even a spider?" 
Eddie cackles, "No." 
Later, Steve poses a question, "Maybe we just don't tell anyone we were both assigned here?"
"Only if you think we can sneak a double bed in here," Eddie says, grinning. 
Steve thinks that's totally doable. Robin will happily create a diversion for that to happen. 
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How down would Ghost or König be with a s/o that has a thing for being chased and caught? Like a full-on "chase me through the woods and if you catch me you can have me" kink?
A/n: oooohhhhh I love this 😈. Let me know if you want a full blown fix for either one of these.
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-Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley -
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🔪: 1000% would be into it, would even give you a head start.
🔪: Can easily track you, will always keep his eyes on you.
🔪:Quite, very quite. You can never find him until he has a hold of you.
🔪: Bonus for him if you’re wearing skimpy clothes that he can easily remove.
🔪: Though the moment you start teasing him / taunting him it’s end game for you.
🔪: He’s on you in a instant pinning you to a tree, his lips attacking your neck with kisses as his hands wander your body.
🔪:Sex is gonna happen in the woods, and then back home in the shower then once again on the bed.
🔪:Simon never thought a little chase would get his blood pumping so much, you two plan to do it again.
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“Come on love, you can’t hide from me.”
Panting, you placed your hand on your chest to calm your racing heart. You could hear him but you didn’t know where he was. Sinking your teeth in your lip you peaked your head out to see he was gone, taking your chances you started to run again only to feel your arm being grabbed.
A scream tore from your lips as you were tugged into a chest, a hand sliding down your back to grab your ass. “Found ya.” His teeth nipped at your neck, a light groan escaping your lips.
The look in his eyes, this look was for you and you alone. Cupping his cheek you pressed your body into his as a whole escaped your lips. “Simon…please.”
Chuckling, Simon grasped your chin, his thumb sliding over your lip. “So needy, but since you were such a good little mouse then how can I say now.”He states pulling out his knife cutting away your shirt.
Fucking in the woods, now this was going to be a first though it was certainly was going to be a fun night.
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-König-
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🐺:May have a heart attack if you first ask him but seeing how cute you look doing it he will happily comply.
🐺:Bit terrifying at first, Konig is a big boy so you can’t escape him easily, you can also hear him.
🐺:Low key taunts you at first but have way through he gets distracted by a cute bunny or some other animals. The wooden creatures seem to love your gentle giant.
🐺: Will easily snatch you then lift you in for a hug, he just loves to hold you after the chase, while it was a bit fun to do chase you. It still scares the man, he’s afraid he might hurt you someday.
🐺:Takes a lot to ease him out of his shell, you love cupping his cheeks and giving him gentle kisses across his face.
🐺:If you work him up enough he is all of happy to fuck you on the woods but please let him lay down his clothes for you first.
🐺:Will carry you back to the house, your too important to be carried back.
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“Ja are you sure you are all right?”
Laughing you stood on your toes to give him a kiss, he would always worry over you after your little game.
“I’m fine König, and it’s cute seeing you worry over me but if you’re that concerned then I know just what you can do to make me better.” Your fingers trailed down the flannel you bought him, the shirt barley holding together as is.
Chuckling deeply, König let his fingers slowly slip under your shirt. “I can do that.”
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saursoob · 9 months
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TOMORROW X TOGETHER - as bf’s
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genre: fluff, random bf txt things, bf!txt x reader
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yeonjun:
when you and yeonjun go on dates he takes soo many pics of you and the date you’re on! literally 30 million pictures of you he thinks you’re so beautiful he cant help it but if you’re not also doing the same and taking cute pictures of him as well he’ll get all fake upset “hey, i look cute too! take some of me” and he’ll pose all pretty waiting for you to take some of him 😭
if he playfully teases you and you get a little pouty he’ll definitely notice right away and pull you close and say something like “you’re so cute when you pout” and kiss you on your nose or forehead
he shares his food with you 24/7 “my baby always has to get the first bite” & will always ask after if you liked it “is it good my love?” he says it with such cute eyes UGHH he’s so cutie
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soobin:
lovess movie nights with you but you especially love when its horror and he tries to act all tough but ends up screaming and hiding in your arms whenever there’s a jump scare and when the the movie ls over he says to you,“honestly that movie wasn’t even that scary” and says it so confidently too 😭
also the way when you make him laugh so hard to the point where he falls on to you laughing and/or shakes you slightly with his hands is literally so adorable + when he laughs his voice slightly squeaks at the ends of them
or the way he gets all flustered when you talk about how he was when you guys first met “you were just so shy soobin i cant help but tease you about it” and he comes up with sooo many excuses waving is hands in the air while a pink hue is tinting his cheeks, “well im just a naturally introverted person!” we all know its because it was love at first sight and that man was already so whipped for u
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beomgyu:
loves loves loves being around you hes literally so clingy with you always playing with your fingers or hair he just loves being around you and he feels comforted by just that so cuddling with you is his fav & he absolutely loves when you play with his hair while cuddling especially during loser lover era when his hair was long <3
definitely will apologize first when in a argument but it will take him a while since his mindset is “why do i have to apologize? i didn’t do anything wrong, right?” but he will anyways because he cant stand you being mad at him for long
he loves teasing you but this time when going on a date with you he does it with his looks, tell me why this man pulls up to your date looking so scrumptious in a suit and tie ofc he teases “i look good right babe? i bet you can’t resist me right now” with that smirk of his so true i cant 🧎‍♀️
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taehyun:
taehyun doesn’t often show his affection in physical touch but instead buys you “gifts”, it doesn’t matter whether its food delivered to your house after you get home from work because he knows how tired you must be after a long day or something as random as something he picked up for you while shopping that reminded him of you he’s always thinking of u bae
also when you guys go on dates he is not afraid to spend money on you always making sure you get the best, taking you to five star restaurants and such + acts like its no big deal “babe are u alright?” NO IM NOT?? THIS IS SO FANCY? swear wouldn’t even care if one appetizer is 1000+ dollars like what. anything for u he says so 🤷‍♀️
definitely would “make” you go to the gym with him you went willingly to watch him workout okay at first you were gonna actually work out with him but how can you when your boyfriend looks so good lifting weights like that?!?! its actually impossible not to stare at that sight
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kai:
kai is such a reassuring boyfriend like any worries you have GO TO HIM!! not to mention so considerate like whenever you vent to him he’ll always ask “babe, do you want comfort or advice right now?” and by the end of it you’ll forget why you were even worried in the first place UGH kai is the definition of perfect bf
yk how protective he is with his plushes with the members? yeah not with you, he will literally let you borrow his fav plush and yes i say borrow because don’t get me wrong he LOVES you but he’s still a little protective with his babys also you guys definitely have matching plushies he bought you two pucca & garu
you two always talk in baby voices with each other def not in a cringe way though, it’s literally just became a normal thing for you two. at first it was to make fun of each other but now its just randomly. for the record though you don’t always respond back all cute 😭😭 “is it good y/nie?~” you give him the biggest side eye “well now im not hungry thanks!” LMFAO you both laugh about it so dw
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webslingingslasher · 10 months
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hi so uh could I request a really short (like less than 1000 words) blurb for Peter of him just comforting reader with physical affection cause she's having a depressive episode please (I really need a hug omfg)
i’m at work but i really think you needed this, call it a gut feeling.
peter’s love language is physical touch to the max.
he needs a hand on you at all times, riding in the car? hand on your thigh, if you’re sitting behind him, his hand is wrapped around your ankle. watching a movie? you’ll be tucked into his side, or he’s resting his head on your chest, at the very least your legs are tugged over his lap so he has something to run his hands over. out at dinner? he’s holding your hand across the table almost the entire time, unfortunately you make him give it back when the food arrives. eating out with friends? his favorite, because then he has a reason to sit in the booth next to you and there’s nowhere that’s off limits. hands on your thighs, knees, hands, elbow, neck, face, anywhere he deemed necessary for his touch.
most times you push him off, and he doesn’t take it offensively because even he can admit when he’s being a little too much. there’s only so much you can take of being trapped under his arm in new york summer weather before you shake him off and tell him not to touch you for ten minutes because you’re about to scream. or when you’re out at dinner with friends because he really does have wondering hands, you can see when it’s getting a little much so you have to take his hand and rest it on the table with a pat or grip it in yours so tightly it’s sent into rigor mortis.
there is one time you don’t push him away, when he doesn’t think it’s possible slump into him further, the one time he truly can’t tell where you start and he stops.
he just wishes you weren’t so sad when you needed him like that.
peter thinks you fell asleep on him and he doesn’t mind one bit, sometime after finding you buried under your covers. which he knows is your hiding spot when things just get a little too rough. you’re good most times, but every once in a while you forget how special you are, and he knows when you don’t respond to his texts or snapchats or don’t show up to school.
you didn’t text him much last night and he figured you were tired or sleeping early, then you weren’t at school this morning and he would’ve thought you were feeling sick until it hit ten thirty and you haven’t responded to anything in over twelve hours. his suspicions were confirmed, you were sick, but not with a bug or virus.
peter did the only thing he could think to do, not that you’d believe him in that moment anyways, and sends you three words.
I love you.
if you were to only look at one message from him he wants it to be that, so he doesn’t send anything else for the rest of the school day.
he went straight to your place and let himself in, heading for your door where he knows you’ll be collapsed in bed and have to fight his own upset that you haven’t ate or drank water today because it’s the wrong thing at the wrong time.
sometimes he doesn’t like being right, seeing you swallowed in blankets, facing the wall with your eyes shut, he sees tear marks and doesn’t have to ask, he stopped asking months ago, it was always the same answer.
“why are you crying, hm?” he’d brush your hair away so it doesn’t stick.
and you’d sniffle and blink more tears to fall and whine, “i don’t know, it just has nowhere to go.”
“what has nowhere to go?”
you’d cry harder, “the sadness.”
sometimes there was no good reason to be so sad and it makes it worse, like you needed to justify how sad you felt.
peter took in the darkness, you pinned blankets over your windows, it was as black as you felt. he doesn’t even think you’re sleeping, just… dreading your existence.
in case you don’t know he’s in here he speaks soft and slow so he doesn’t scare you, also because cheerful doesn’t really fit the mood.
“hey, trouble. feelin’ okay?”
he knows you’re not okay, okay. but it’s not about being fine, it’s about checking in with each other because you’d swore you’d tell him if it ever wasn’t okay.
peter can’t hear you, he puts his knees on the bed and shuffles towards your back. “what’s that, mumbles?”
your fingers claw at the blanket around your mouth, “‘m okay.”
peter is the fixer, he fixes everything, you even call him your little engineer. but this is one thing he can’t and never will be able to fix but he’ll gladly hold your hand and cheer you on from the side while you fix yourself.
“wanna hug?”
and you don’t know why these cuddles, these touches, these actions of love that feel the most warming and comforting to you. he always loves you, that’s his thing, but when it’s times like these when you’re so emotionally raw and vulnerable you want to curl up and hide, peter embreases it and doesn’t tell you to hide it, it’s human and he’s happy you trust him enough to see that side and he’ll never take it for granted.
you nod, peter scoots enough to pull at your hip and pull you on your back, he’s looking down at you and doesn’t take offense when you look away.
“wanna be on top?”
sometimes you wanted peter to crush you with his weight, he used to hold back because he didn’t want to actually hurt you until one night you called him out, “peter, please I just need to feel… i don’t know.” so he let himself settle all the way down on your chest and heard how your breath caught, you gripped at his shoulder when he tried to move back up, you gasped it but you needed it, needed it for a few minutes.
“thank you, just… please stay here.”
that’s when it was really bad, you needed him to drown out the whole world, the thoughts, the insults, anything that wasn’t screaming at your brain for breath, and when he moves that first real gulp of air feels like heaven and even if it’s for one second you have two things to be grateful for.
most times, you crawled high into his lap and looped your arms around him so tight he felt like he couldn’t breathe, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, sometimes you’d dot kisses, sometimes you’d cry, and sometimes he feels nothing but eyelashes every few minutes as you blink and shut them, each attempt of opening them like, ‘you ready yet? no? alright.’
or nights like tonight, when you curl around him and doze off because you had a night where instead of sleeping for fourteen hours you stayed up blinking at the wall.
and because if you’d learned anything about his love language, he wouldn’t let go until you asked.
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beyondthesefourwalls · 11 months
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Flight Suit Aphrodisiac
Summary: There was something about seeing Jake in his flight suit that got to you every single time. It had always been attractive, sure, but nowadays it was like something of an aphrodisiac. It didn’t matter what you were doing or where you were; when you saw him in it, you had to have him.
Pairing: Jake Seresin x Reader (no use of y/n, can be read as unnamed OC)
Word Count: 1000
Warnings: Smut, language.
Notes: Written for this request from @arson-tm. I hope you like it! 
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There was something about seeing Jake in his flight suit that got to you every single time. It had been attractive since the very first time you saw him in it, strutting down the produce section in the grocery store you met in, but nowadays it was like something of an aphrodisiac to you. Every time he wore it around you, your heart rate increased, your panties dampened (assuming you were wearing any to begin with), and you just had to have him. 
You blamed the hormones. 
“I’m going to be late for work,” he grunted into your neck, even as he continued to nip and suck at the skin, darkening the bruises he had left last night. You tightened both your legs and your pussy around him in response, making him groan. His next thrust was harder than the ones before and you craved more.
“Your fault,” you panted, nails scratching at his back hard enough to make him hiss. You raised your hips to meet his on his next downward stroke. “This god damn suit.” 
A cocky look you knew all too well took over Jake’s pretty face and he smirked down at you. “You like the flight suit, baby?” 
“You know I do,” you whined. His cock hit that spot inside of you that had your eyes rolling back and you let out a loud, drawn out moan of his name. 
“Yeah you do. Can’t get enough of me in this thing, can you?” 
Your hair splayed out on the pillow as you frantically shook your head. You were so focused on how good he felt inside of you that you were losing the ability to form coherent sentences. But Jake loved you like this, you knew. His already inflated ego grew even bigger when you were a dumb, fucked out mess because of the pleasure he was bringing you. And truly, he deserved it. No one has ever made you feel this good and you knew no one ever would again. 
He gave a breathless chuckle as he pounded into you harder and faster. The mattress squeaked and the headboard hit against the wall. 
“Please,” you managed to whimper. That familiar coil was tightening inside of you, and you were growing closer and closer to the edge. All it took was the rough pad of Jake’s thumb pressing firmly against your clit to throw you over. You gushed around his cock, his name bouncing off the walls of your bedroom as you screamed. Through the haze you thought maybe he was praising you for being a good girl and how beautiful you looked as he chased after his own orgasm. You were still spasming around him when you felt him release inside of you, his warm cum filling you up. 
Like they always did when he was fucking you this way, his lips met yours as he rode it out. As much as he loved hearing you scream for him, he loved kissing you as you both came down from the high even more. You didn’t mind a bit as your tongue tangled with his; he tasted like the spearmint toothpaste he had used right before you jumped him. You hummed in delight. 
Your foreheads pressed together when he pulled away, the both of you fighting to catch your breath. You rubbed a hand up and down his back as your heart rate calmed, feeling the scratches you had left there. When you had your bearings somewhat back, you purposefully clenched your walls around him. His softening cock twitched inside of you and his groan made you smile.  
“You’re gonna be late,” you warned him, echoing his earlier words, “better go.” 
“You fucking tease of a woman,” he said gruffly, but there was no actual heat behind his words. He kissed you again before slowly pulling out and rolling off of you to stand. You clenched your thighs together on instinct; you loved the feel of his spend inside of you. You carefully moved onto your side to watch as he jogged into the en suite, coming back out with a damp washcloth. You took it from him before he had the chance to use it on you himself. 
“If you touch me down there right now, you won’t be going into work.” 
His chest puffed out in pride and you rolled your eyes; you loved him so much.
You watched him put his undershirt on and snap his briefs back into place, before continuing on to pull the heavy material of the suit back up his thighs. You don’t know if you were relieved or disappointed when, instead of putting it all the way on, he tied it at his hips. The full appeal came from seeing him all zipped up in it, the material stretched across his broad chest and shoulders with his patches on display, and he knew it. 
“I love you, darling.” He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to your lips and then another to your forehead, before shifting to press a kiss to your growing tummy. He rubbed a thumb over the stretching skin. “And I love you too, little one.” 
Like it always did when he spoke to your unborn child, your heart melted a little. You grabbed his hand before he could walk away from the bed you were still lying in, completely naked and on display with no shame whatsoever. 
“Call me on your way home?” you requested. It was unnecessary because he always did, but you asked him every morning anyway. 
Jake quirked an eyebrow, a playful but knowing look in his eyes as he squeezed your hand. “Should I wear the flight suit home?”  You bit your lip with a nod, shamelessly looking him up and down. Desire sparked in you again as you thought about how good he always made you feel; you were so lucky he was all yours. “Yes. Please.”
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Notes: Thanks for reading! Likes/comments/reblogs always mean a lot.
I don’t have a tag list for Jake and don’t want to bombard my Bradley girlies with this if they don’t want him, but in case I do anything for Hangman in the future, let me know if you’d like to be added to a new list 💚
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bunnyluvs-blog · 7 months
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Txt x reader: txts reaction to you being at one of their concerts
Tags! Fluff, blushy txt, nothing crazy, really short because I'm tired
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Soobin: Seeing you all dressed up for the "act sweet mirage" tour was something he was so happy about. He understood that dating an idol was hard. But seeing you there to support him brought tears to his eyes. He just loves you so much and you loving him to where you went out of your way to go to his concert was everything to him. He was crying on stage. Many thought it was because he loved MOA which was also true. But his sweet bunny was the biggest moa he could ever want.
Yeonjun: He saw you at the front. He was so happy to see you but he gave you a kinda "wtf" look as he remembered how much those seats were. Knowing you spent 1000+ just to see him made him giggle inside. Durning the concert he would glace over to where you were the whole night. Posing over there for pictures. While fans were screaming you just smiled at him back. Looking him and the rest of the boy's performance always warmed your heart. The man you love with the people he loves was something so special to u.
Beomgyu: at first he didn't see you. Huening kai did. Once kai told beomgyu of how is lover was here, beomgyu put in so much more energy. Moas we're talking about how happy gyu was today. Not knowing the real reason. Once he found you he gave all his attention to that section. You felt bad for people there who didn't bias beomgyu because he would let any other member go to the section since you were there. During the "happy fools" dance you got on the big screen. Beomgyus face lit up as he and other moas danced with you. Lets just say he died at your ending fairy.
Taehyun: COWBOY TERRY you had went with the guys on tour but didn't actually go to the concerts. Execpt this one. And oh em g you were so happy you did ! You were raised in the south so seeing your boyfriend in a cowboy hat. Not only that but you knew he was doing it for you. It was the second night and he didn't do it the first one. You were so happy and he could tell. He always looked your way and you did the same. The other guys said hi to you and you said hi back. Teahyun was so happy watching you as you sang along to songs and danced with them in ur seat.
Huening kai: He knew you were going to be there because of your life 360 with him. For safety reasons due to crazy fans. But he spent all concert looking for you. You were super close do to not wanting to spend 3 million dollars on tickets to see your boyfriend. Once he found you he waves with his huge smile. During a small talking break he mentions how someone special is here. You thought maybe he would cry but turns out you were the one to cry. You loved him and his work so much that being there and seeing the impact he has on other people was all you could ever want
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dreamofjoys · 1 year
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Short drabble for Incubus Malleus
cw: female reader, modern au, blowjob, groping, drugging(aphrodisiacs), dubcon, praising, mentions of ex boyfriend, eating you out heh, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cumming, not very detailed a/n: Im not the original person who came up with this incubus malleus au but WE NEED MORE!!! This is just my version of it <3
Incubus Malleus who owns a club in the human world. The main purpose of it was purely just to lure humans in and let him and his retainers to feed on their sexual desires. He is the King of demons, and it is only his job to ensure that his kind has enough food to survive.
He thought that humans were boring, especially the women in the club who would so willingly crawl under his feet, purposefully pushing their lower lips out into a pout, batting their fake eyelashes at him, begging to take a taste of his cock.
Malleus rejected those advances. He doesn't allow anyone to touch him at all. Instead, he gropes at their breast, thrust his fingers into their pussy and sink his fangs into their neck and allow himself to feed. In his eyes, they were just preys to him. Preys don't deserve to touch a high ranking demon like him at all.
It wasn't until one fateful night you stumbled into his club, alone, ordering a few shots of vodka and opting to drink at one isolated corner so that no one would disturb you.
The moment Malleus laid his eyes on you, he knew he wanted you by his side, forever. And his instincts were proven right the moment he had you lying naked beneath him, looking at your teary eyes and wobbly lips. Your nipples had hardened at the touch of the cold night air. You were rubbing your thighs together, trying to contain the unbearable heat in your core that was screaming at you to spread your legs wide.
"Beautiful." Malleus sang praises of you as he gives hot open mouth kisses from your neck, down to your breast, lower stomach and your core. You whined when he spread your legs open further, displaying your flower to him as he immediately dives in, nose pressing onto your clit while his tongue slips into you to explore your insides.
He had no regret asking his retainer to spike your drink before bringing you to his private room in the club. Truly, you taste like the sweetest fruit in heaven. Malleus had eaten out many women in his 1000 year of lifespan, but none of them will ever taste as good as you.
You were unsure if this was the right thing to do. You only came to the club because you wanted to get your mind off about your boyfriend - ex boyfriend - who had cheated on you. It wasn't your intention to have a one night stand but this stranger who has fully buried his face between your legs was so good at whatever he was doing, you couldn't help but to tug on his raven locks, pulling his head so that his tongue could reach deeper inside you.
"Mo-more-" you begged, and Malleus compiled, feeling satisified that you had decided to give in to pleasure, to give yourself to him. He stays in between your thighs for a long time, drawing out numerous orgasm from you, making you cum just on his tongue only.
Was it too much for you? No matter, he has better things in store for you. Malleus discards his clothes within seconds. His cock standing straight up, pre cum already leaking on the top as he smears it on your folds.
You are a lucky one, because this is the first time Malleus had decided to fuck someone nice and good. You will be his. He thinks as he cruelly sinks his thick cock inside you, moving his hips so that he could fuck your pussy into the shape of his cock.
He takes in the sinful sight of you clutching onto his arm that he had placed beside your head, babbling incoherent words. Your boobs jiggling up and down, a small bulge forming at your belly, a physical reminder that he was taking you as him.
"i'm go-gonna cum-"
"su-sure, me too,"
And just like that, you creamed all over his cock like a good girl he knows you are while he paints your walls white, finally marking you as him.
You were wrong for thinking that this was a one night stand. Afterall, Malleus had never intended to let you go after laying his eyes on you. He make sure to fuck you over and over again, the smell of his cum was so strong that all the other incubus stayed away from you.
Don't ever think of running away from him. He had peered into your dreams and learnt everything about you, including your ex boyfriend who had cheated on you. So why not just stay with Malleus? He can take away your pain and make you feel so so good. You just need to give yourself to him and let him feed on you.
Besides, he fucks better than your ex.
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sarcastic--metaphor · 6 months
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Vampire!Simon AU
I'm not going to call this a Part 1 to an overarching fic or anything. This is more like a rough proof of concept to see if I'm really willing to devote more time to this AU over my toxic yuri butchblegum/Star!Marcy AU. (Bc i wanna write both but I have to start managing my time better)
Basically:
Simon found Marcy but got turned into a vampire before he went fully mad
Marcy is still the Star
Simon has been forced to act as the Vampire King's advisor for 1000 years
he finds and wants to save baby Finn
Word count: ~1700
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The Vampire King seldom hunted his own meals anymore. True, when he was a thousand years younger, he adored the hunt. He savored the screams and the pleading. Listening for the rush of spilled blood and the dwindling voices. But he was a true king now, he had a castle and a legion at his disposal. His ward. And nowadays, he quite enjoyed his food being delivered fresh at his feet. 
Perhaps it was because he could no longer enjoy the hunt with his court. Over the years, he lost his jester, his advisors. All of his inner circle save for his dearest Star. 
And his Temperance. 
As he heard the lesser vampire drones come in with that night’s catch, his daughter drifted in from one of the many tunnels overhead his throne. Her fangs glinted in the low light. 
“I wonder what’s for dinner.”
“I told them to bring you some women,” the King said. He knew his daughter was partial to the company and blood of females. 
The Star giggled in delight as the drones came in, pairs of them carrying their captured prey and dropping them before their masters.
Three men, two women. A fine enough meal. 
The Vampire King rose from his throne, stretching his maw wide to flex his jaw. The humans shook and cried in their fears. Some prayed, some closed their eyes. It made no difference in the end. They’d been exhausted or injured from the hunt and knew their fates were sealed. 
Then the most foul sound imaginable cut through the air. 
The King hissed, eyes narrowing. It seemed he was mistaken. There was a small lump on the ground among the humans, a dirtied blanket writhing in a slow, grotesque fashion. His attention shifted to the dozen or so minions who brought him dinner. 
“I told you you could eat those little things out there, but you can’t bring them in here! It’s already making such a ruckus.”
The drones quaked as much as the food, shivering as they hovered above the humans and pleaded for forgiveness. The King had half a mind to slay a few to set an example, but his shoulders stiffened at the sound of incoming footsteps. 
His feline ears flattened against his skull as he let out a sharp growl. 
“Dad?” Star asked. 
“Quickly, baby girl,” he said, pointing at the lump on the floor, “Eat that wretched thing, he’s coming!”
She understood without another word. The Star dashed for the humans, scattering them and making them scream. But they were not her targets yet. Instead, she grabbed the baby and peeled the blanket back, fangs bared. 
Too late. 
The King turned to spot Temperance appear at the base of the steps to his left. He seemed out of breath, clutching the entryway as he adjusted his glasses. Damn it all, he had heard the cries from a distance and came running. 
“Star!” he said. 
Her shoulders slumped as she retracted her fangs. “Temperance. Come on, let me have this one. It’s giving Dad a headache.”
Temperance approached The Star, smoothing over his pure white hair as he examined the bundle in her arms. She allowed him, as the King knew she would. 
Temperance took the infant from her and cradled it in his arms. He already had that look on his face, that expression of pure pity. He always had such a soft spot for human children. 
It was a blessing long ago, that compassion. It was what saved The Star from an early grave. But there was no place for it here, now. And they all knew it. 
Temperance looked to the King, lips parted. 
He held up a hand and his sole surviving advisor fell quiet. The baby still bellowed. The Vampire King pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. He didn’t want to argue like the last time. Temperance was mostly a man of reason, so he tried to appeal to that part of him. 
“It won’t survive long, you know this,” he said quietly. As great and terrible as he was, it gave the King no pleasure to see the pinched expression on his advisor’s face. 
“They’ll fare better this time.” Temperance said. “I’ve learned from my past mistakes.”
That didn’t say much. Disease, malnutrition, and the stray, hungry minion had ended each and every one of Temperance’s past wards. They just didn’t have the protection that the king, the most absolute authority, had given to his own daughter, though Temperance was loath to admit this. 
The King regarded his advisor. “How long has it been since your last pet?”
Temperance said, averting his gaze, “About a hundred years.”
He was jostling the little thing now. Rocking it. At least it was growing a little more silent. 
And wasn’t that the thing about Temperance? 
His endless patience, his endless devotion?
The Vampire King had praised it so highly in the past. 
“Dad,” The Star said. She drifted over to him and put her hand on his shoulder, “Let him try again.”
He scoffed, surprising even himself. “You of all people want a human infant in the hive?”
She grimaced. “Not really. But it’d mean a lot to him.”
“Please,” Temperance said. He was holding that little thing so close to his chest, his heart. As if he were already fond of it. He asked, “Haven’t I served you well all these years?”
The King sighed. Temperance was a good caretaker. He taught The Star to read and write, and helped take care of her for the past thousand years. 
It was true that while Temperance has always been painfully sentimental, he had been good to them.
“Very well,” the Vampire King said. He pointed at Temperance. “Keep the child. But I don’t want to hear it cry.”
Relief flooded Temperance’s face, making him seem much younger than he was. He exhaled softly and bowed. 
“Thank you, my lord.”
“However,” the King said. 
In half a second, he’d crossed the gap between himself and Temperance. His advisor hardly flinched. 
The Vampire King said, “I am not scared of some little blood bag. But humans are savage things. It’ll grow up to be a nuisance without proper discipline. And the moment it so much as threatens The Star,” he took Temperance’s chin in his clawed hand and forced him to meet his King’s eye, “the moment it ever threatens you, I will rip its throat out. Do you understand, Temperance?”
“Yes, I do,” Temperance said, a resigned look in his eyes. “Thank you.”
He began to leave, that child almost quiet now. 
“You won’t stay for dinner?” Star asked. 
He paused at the bottom of the steps and smiled over his shoulder. “I’m not really hungry.”
Typical. He never ate from live meals, only the bottled stuff. Well, not that it mattered much to the King. More for him and his baby girl. 
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Temperance fled up the stairs before he could hear the crush of bones and the ripping sound of flesh being cleaved. After a millennium, it still made him sick. 
The baby in his arms began to warble a fresh bout of cries. 
“No, no. Hush, now,” Temperance whispered. He knew what he needed to do. 
He stopped by his library only briefly, just to pick up a tattered red scarf from a box beneath his desk. Away from the eyes of the vampire drones and the rest of the court, he sated his hunger by sucking the red from the fabric. 
A small hand pawed at the air before landing on the now-white scarf, bunching it up in one little fist. 
“Oh, you want it?” Temperance asked. He let the baby hold it as he continued on his way. His wing of the vampiric castle consisted of a sprawling, multistory library, his private baths, his bedchambers, and one small adjoining room that hadn’t been used in a hundred years. 
But everything was as he left it. The minions kept it clean of dust for him as per his request, but they didn’t move or touch anything. 
Temperance sat in the rocking chair by the crib, undoing the baby’s dirtied blanket to reveal the little body within. 
“Oh!”
The baby’s face was ruddy from his bout of crying. But he was chubby and healthy. No motley coloring to the skin, no signs of injury or infection. What was even more fascinating, however, was his white hat. Despite the lack of distinct eyes or a nose, the little ears were emblematic of an animal. Perhaps a dog or a bear. 
It’d been a while since he’d seen a human with an animal hat, he thought this tradition died out a century or two ago. Many vampires nowadays, even the most simple-minded and animalistic ones, knew how to circumvent an animal hat.  Temperance took off the baby’s hat and turned it inside out. 
And yes, there on the inner brim was a handsewn name. 
“Finn,” he said aloud. “Is that you, baby Finn?”
He smiled, replacing the child’s hat and watching his curious eyes wander the room. 
Then it dawned upon him. He felt a terrible weight upon his chest, a crippling guilt. 
“Oh… you poor thing.”
If Finn had a name sewn into his hat, it must have meant he came from someone who remembered the old ways of humans. Someone still in tune with human culture. 
His culture. Temperance’s chest ached. 
None of the adults that were brought in with the child tried to fight for him. Perhaps he didn’t belong to any of them, that he was taken from his true parents. If they were even alive, that was.  
“I’m sorry,” Temperance said, “I’m so sorry.”
He wrapped Finn in the white scarf and held him close. 
“Listen to me, Finn.” he said gently, “I’m going to take good care of you, I promise.”
Finn cooed and popped his lips. Simon laughed softly despite himself. He knew he was weak in comparison to the other vampiric royals. But he was even more so when it came to children. 
“My name is Temperance, but you can call me Simon.” 
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