#though maybe not as H/C as I originally wanted
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Vox N$FW Alphabet
AN: yeah i never thought i would actually post on tumblr but boom here i am. sorry for shitty layout because i just want to pump my hcs out and get it done w/ kekw
also i think i made him a bit more of an asshole than ppl usually do so sorrryyy maybe idk
Pairing: Vox x GN! Reader
Warnings: Sexual content, Top! Vox, Mild degradation, not sure what else idk
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Lets be honest, this dude would NOT do aftercare whatsoever. He'll just go take a shower or something (yes he's waterproof if you say otherwise you're wrong L + Ratio) and when you blankly stare at him like 'wtf bro' this dude will not catch on until you straight up tell him to help you out. Once you successfully got the dude to consistently do aftercare, he'll get you a towel and clean you up and shit.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
This man is a raging narcissist. Probably looks in the mirror, fixes his ugly ass bowtie and does twelve different practiced poses every morning to make sure the public knows he's fucking sexy. He probably loves every part of him besides his side profile, or maybe he would like it because it's 'sleek, modern, state of the art' or some technology bullshit. Loves his claws though.
He'd probably be really into ass. Thighs too, but slightly less. I have no clue why but I am convinced he fucking loves legs and all of that. I think he'd like your expression too, mainly because he feels like a god knowing that he makes you feel like that. Don't do mirror sex if you want him to focus on you though, because he's looking at himself more than he's looking at you.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
It glows blue. Same shade as his claws and is electric. Don't put it next to fire, it'll burn the fuckin' tower down. Tastes mildly salty and has the same effect as pineapples where it feels like it's biting back.
For body parts he likes to cum on, he probably would do it literally anywhere. Inside, on the stomach, on your face, ANYWHERE. Maybe not bukkake because he doesn't want it to get too messy and have to clean it up, that's too much work for a quick jizz.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Secretly finds you attractive romantically. Is it even a dirty secret? He'd just be too scared to do anything besides flirting and sex and shit for a long time. Maybe appeal to him enough and he'll take you on a completely romantic and sweet date that doesn't involve him blowing your back out afterwards. Christ, why the fuck is that somehow more appealing than having a one-nighter with him? Maybe I'm tweaking. Ignore this if you want. Go on and live your life with sweet husband Voxxy dookers buddy, I'm not judging too hard. Probably.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Pretty experienced. Unless you have some wild ass kink, chances are, he's probably smooth as fuck with it. Go wild.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
Mating press. I originally thought I was just biased as fuck since I love the whole thought of mating press and shit, but apparently a good amount of people agree with me. He probably loves being close to you and mating press lets him fuck your brains out. Wants to be as deep as physically possible in you, and you're vulnerable to him and he's looooving it.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Definitely is leaning on the more serious side. If he's joking around, it wouldn't be in a 'haha funny' way, it'd be more of a condescending way where he's making fun of how pathetic you are. Or horny, or something along the lines of that. I feel like he'd do makeup sex, so if that's the case, I can assure you he is not cracking jokes. Maybe cracking your legs apart though. Fuck, that wasn't funny.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair. No hair.
He wouldn't grow hair there. Uh. Anyway, I don't want to have so little shit written here, so when he was alive, he probably was pretty well taken care of down there. I think a bit more hair than trimmed, but not the whole ass Amazon forest, ya get what I mean? Why the fuck did I say that? Okay. Regardless, I think of him being like dark brown hair when he was alive. Probably was a few shades darker on his dicky wicky cocky okay seriously I have to stop wtf
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He'd be physically close to you, but if you're a one night stand, expect NOTHING emotional from him. Nada. Nothin'. On the other hand, if he was dating you or married or whatever your delusional ahh comes up with, he'd be just hardcore fucking you with a ton of horny ass compliments, but you'd be able to look into his eyes and just kinda tell he really loves you past all that horndog shit. Not really intimate sex for the most part imo, but if the both of you guys are in a shitty mood and it's not hate sex, he might say a few really sweet compliments and all that jazz.
Fuuuuckkk I read that and he sounds kinda assholey (he is one though cope seethe /j don't get mad at me pwease) so if you're upset I half meant that in the 'he won't be bawling his eyes out during sex out of sheer love' way. Boom
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He has cameras everywhere in Hell. Did you even think of the mere possibility that he's not jerking that shit constantly? Kidding.
I feel like he'd be busy working a lot, but if you're not there to help him out after work and shit, he'd jerk it. Maybe a few times a week normally. If he had time and he was lonely though... Bro's going ham on his poor footlong. He has a lot of videos and whatever to look at. I think he'd thrive just off his imagination too.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Dry humping (receiving), Mild degradation (giving), Voyeurism, Shock play (giving, duh), Hypnosis (gee i sure wonder if it's giving or receiving woahhhhh /s), Power dynamic, I definitely have a lot more but it depends heavily on your relationship to him :p
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Desk. Now.
Besides that though, he's probably fine with a lot of places. I feel like he'd be somewhat against public or semi-public sex because it could make his reputation worse, but anywhere else is fine. His office isn't really risky because he knows when people are about to enter using his lil' cameras.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
A lot of things. Many, many things. For the most part though, if you tease him by wearing some revealing shit or acting like a bitch, he's getting a hard on.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that puts him in a situation where he has little to no control. He's not willing to show that much vulnerability, no matter how well you know him. You can try domming, sure, but just know he has the full ability to do a 360.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Receiving. He'll occasionally do giving, but if you start calling him your submissive bitch or something, he'll spit and fucking leave. But regardless, he shoving his dick down your throat. Face-fucking is probably his favorite.
Solid 6-7/10 in terms of skill, bonus points since his tongue is long.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Definitely rough like a good 90% of the time. The pace depends on his mood, but he'd go with medium to fast for the most part. Maybe slow if he magically has a break (That'll almost never happen. Poor dude loves his work so much, probably chronically online just because of how much time he has to spend with computers). Don't piss him off though, he doesn't have a speed cap on this type of shit.
Random thing I wanted to add in, his typing speed is fucking insane. 300 something and higher when he's arguing on the internet. Would definitely participate in those arguments of who's the goat of sports or whatever. Also random flex but my typing speeds at like 200 wow I'm so cool everyone clap
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
He barely has time to do anything, so quickies a lot of times end up being the only option he has to get off. Hella often. He enjoys an occasional slow sesh, but speedruns are his go-to.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Hell fucking yes. Always willing to try new shit out as long as it's not too risky. If it won't destroy his company, he's down for it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
This dude consumes more caffeine than humanely possible. He could probably go forever if it wasn't for his job, but he'd probably settle for 4~ rounds on a normal workday. If he's feeling excited though, expect more.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
Definitely owns quite a bit. Probably only his company's products though, he wouldn't want to support other businesses. I don't think he's one to use them all that often since he'll normally just call you over to suck his dick, but piss him off and he'll shove a dildo in you and leave for a few hours, just to see how long you'll last.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He's such a brat. Taunts and makes fun of you constantly. Poor you, he loves to see you overstimulated and sobbing your eyes out.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
I feel like he wouldn't be that loud himself, definitely some breathy groans and shit, but on the other hand... If you're not loud enough, he'll make sure you're screaming out his name until he's satisfied.
Maybe a little glitchy sounds. Before he comes, he probably becomes a little staticky.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Willing to fuck you with his aux cords. Would find it fun as hell, especially he can shock you easier.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
I think some of you guys don't remember that this man is 7ft. If he was human, it'd probably be around 7 inches, but he's tall as fuck. Expect it to be 9 inches minimum and probably larger. Average girth with thick veins running down the side. Pretty sure I said a good amount about it earlier.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Insanely high because he's always pent-up while working. Gets hard from the slightest bit of teasing.
I have no clue what to write, but I want to write more so he's the type to get hard when he's comfortable. Cuddle with him and he's probably hard just because he's feeling cozy and shit.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He'd sleep a few minutes later, depending on how much he trusts you. If he doesn't trust you much, he's leaving to a different room. If he likes you though, he'd just go nighty-night.
AN: hope you enjoyed thanks like and follow for more banger content /hj
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Can you maybe write a NSFW alphabet for Adam? You don't have to if you don't wanna but I'd LOVE to see it >_< <3
ADAM NSFW ALPHABET
WARNINGS: General NSFW Content, Swearing
A/N: First request done! Hope you all enjoy, I have alotttt of Adam requests so stay tuned!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Adam doesn’t go all out when it comes to after care, he’s all about the pleasure aspect of sex, the most he’d be doing after sex giving you some kisses and a few compliments, he wouldn’t help clean you up though. (He likes it messy.)
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
His dick. Literally doesn’t shut up about it. Even when you two are going at it he’s talking about it, stuff like “how does it feel to be fucked by the original dick, baby?”
But you though? Depends on your genitals, if you have a vagina then yeah, that’s his favourite thing about you, because if he isn’t talking about his dick then he’s probably talking about vaginas. If you don’t have one, then it definitely be your ass.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Like I said, he likes it messy, specially likes you messy. I’m talking cumming on your face, your chest, basically you in general he’s down to make a mess of.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Adam will never admit he has a praise kink (but god is it so obvious) He’ll gloat about how amazing and sexy he is when he’s pounding into you because deep down he wants to to agree with him. (If you feed into that, you’re in for a treat)
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Adam has had two wives and even after those ships sailed, he’s been fucking around since the creation of earth, anything you could think of doing in bed with him, he’s probably done.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
He frequently changes the positions of you two when you’re going at it, but missionary is definitely one of the many he uses more often than some.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
Let me just say, this man could be saying some of the most dirty talk to you and then break out in laughter at the slightest thing. If you are sensitive or loud in bed he’ll probably chuckle at your reactions, in a ‘wow this is amusing and hot at the same time’ kind of way and not an asshole type of way (for once.)
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
He keeps his lower regions relatively short, he’s just too lazy to keep trimming his body hair all the time, plus he’s the original dick after all! In his eyes, literally no one can compare to him, regardless of the physical aspects.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
He isn’t too focused on the intimacy aspect of sex, he’s definitely just focused on pleasure, but he does consider your pleasure aswell! He’ll ask you if your enjoying it, etc (he definitely doesn’t want you to praise him, definitely not)
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
This man has a high sex drive, I’m talking DAILY and if you’re not available whenever the mood strikes then he’s gotta take matters into his own hands, literally. He’ll definitely bitch and moan about it to you after, saying you have to make it up to him (he’s definitely secretly self conscious of you not being satisfied with him, regarding sex and your relationship, so make sure to calm the man child down so he doesn’t jump to conclusions)
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Exposition, he absolutely loves attention and what’s a better way to get attention than sex? If you’re in a serious relationship, he probably wouldn’t be too keen on fucking you in-front of people but he loves the feeling of knowing someone could walk in on you at any moment (of course if anyone did see specifically you naked, he’d at the very least incinerate them)
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
Definitely on his bed, his number one priority is pleasure, so if he’s doing it anywhere, then it’s gonna be somewhere that at least has cushions.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Like I said, high sex drive. He gets in the mood very quickly. Wearing clothing that’s a bit too tight so it really shows off your body? He’s got a boner. Bend over to grab something? He’s already hauling both your asses to the nearest bed.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
He absolutely will not bottom, he needs to be in control at all times and it’s not that he doesn’t trust you to do that with you but he cannot push past letting someone other than himself taking the lead when it comes to intercourse.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
Adam definitely wouldn’t complain either way. Having you on your knees, sucking his cock? If he wasn’t already in heaven, he would’ve ascended there by now! He’s also very very good with his tongue, so whichever part he’s going at, trust me, you’re in for a good time.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
Fast and rough is his middle name, he can spend some other time doing gentle shit with you whenever he doesn’t want to pound you into his mattress (which isn’t a lot..)
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
With such a high sex drive while having important duties as an angel, quickies are very frequent with you two. Most commonly in the morning before he has to be productive before lute breaks into his home or during lunch where he can slip away.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
Anything you can think of doing with him, Adam has probably tried it, he doesn’t mind most kinks, as long as he gets plenty of pleasure out of it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
If you two aren’t short for time, he averages a good three rounds, but after the third round he’s definitely having a nap, not because he’s exhausted but because he’s actually got all his pent up energy out and gets super relaxed that he can help but fall asleep
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He’s definitely the type of person to say “why would you need toys when you’ve got me?”. It’s many because he worries about not being enough for you and also he just can’t comprehend why you’d need a dildo when you have the original dick??
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Oh he loves to tease you, especially if you’re being bratty, he’d say stuff like “aww.. where’s the attitude from earlier go, sweetheart? Don’t tell me I’ve fucked it all out of you already, I’m just getting started.”
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
He’s definitely loud, wants everyone to know how good he feels and the word shame is not in his dictionary. As for sounds, he’s definitely a grunt and/or swearing kind of guy.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
100% has nipple piercings, and will try his hardest to pretend to be unfazed by you playing with them. (It’s genuinely so obvious that it isn’t even embarrassing, it’s just funny)
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
Adam’s dick is 7.7 inches (yes he measured it exactly to the decimals) so whenever you’re talking about his dick, which is frequent, he will remind you of this fact
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
Like ive been saying this entire alphabet, sex drive = high. You could even compare him to a rabbit but it’s a pretty close draw
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
If you two go at it for awhile, he’ll sleep like a baby but if it’s just one round or a quickie, he’ll probably have more energy afterwards compared to when he started
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Bare Your Soul
Alastor Hartfelt x Female!Reader
When the Hazbin Hotels second, more appropriate, commercial was interrupted by the news, Alastor decided to air his original, sarcastic, commercial. What no one expected was for the commercial to actually work.
"ɨ… աǟռȶ ȶօ… ɢɛȶ ȶօ ӄռօա ʏօʊ."
"𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽?"
Chapter 1 - The Hazbin Hotel
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[Update 02.08.24 - since I've had a lot of people come to me, pissed about the fact that I made Alastor's last name Altruist (even though I thought it sounded catchy), I changed it to Hartfelt. Yes, I know his last name isn't confirmed yet, but Hartfelt is the closest thing we'll come to a last name.]
[A/N: (h/c)=hair color, (h/l)=hair length, (h/t)=hair type (wavy, straight, curly, etc.)]
[2nd A/N: When I put (s/c) and (e/c) you can do what ever color you want, you're a demon in this story, have fun with it:)]
*3rd Person POV*
Charlie came back from the meeting with Adam and was feeling down on her luck. She had no idea on how to tell everyone that Extermination Day was now sooner than they expected. But when her girlfriend, Vaggie, came bounding up to her and told her that everyone at the hotel had made a new commercial, her heart swelled and her eyes teared up.
Charlie and Vaggie joined the group in the main area to watch the commercial, but was sorely disappointed when it was interrupted by the news announcing that Extermination Day was pushed up by six months.
Alastor, on the other hand, seized the opportunity. "Well, my dear," He started, standing and turning to Charlie. "I could always air my original commercial. Now that the announcement of Hell's newest problem is out of the way, I'm sure it won't be interrupted by anything. I'll even broadcast it from my radio tower!" He ended with a flourish of his staff.
Vaggie then stood, standing in front of Charlie, "Hold on, can't we just re-air the better commercial?" Alastor's already large grin widened, "I'm afraid not, dear. The agreement was to only show it once!" The one-eyed girl let out an 'ugh', face palming. Charlie stood next to Vaggie and begrudgingly started, "Well, I guess that's all we can do. Go ahead, Alastor."
"Wonderful!" The radio demon shouted before disappearing into his shadow. "Maybe it'll convince someone to come here?" Charlie said to Vaggie, a sheepish grin on her face.
*Time Skip, Next Day*
Everyone at the Hazbin Hotel just finished watching Alastor's original commercial, Alastor's grin more joyous than usual, Vaggie's eye was twitching wildly, Charlie was grimacing, and everyone else had looks of surprise. "I really hope nobody saw that." Vaggie commented, distaste clear in her voice.
*Meanwhile*
In a dark room, where the only source of light was the television, sat a lone woman. She watched with wide (e/c) eyes as a commercial out of place from the other ones started to play.
"Well, hello there you wayward sinner! Do you like blood, violence and depravity of a sexual nature? Of course you do! That's why you're in Hell! But what would you say if I told you there was a place to stay that had none of that? Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel, a misguided path to redemption! Founded five days ago by Lucifer's delusional daughter: Charlotte Morningstar! Come place your fate in her inexperienced hands as she tries to work through her daddy issues by fixing you! Here, we offer fun things! Such as, somewhat functional staff! And 24 hour pest control. Custom rooms, and just look at this tacky parlor! Enjoy riveting conversation with our singular resident. Wow! All this and more at the Hazbin Hotel! Your last desperate attempt at salvation starts here."
The woman muted the TV after the commercial ended, still staring with wide eyes as she processed what she just watched. Eventually, she started to giggle. Then that giggling turned into full blow boisterous laughing. She placed her hand on her forehead, shaking her head until she calmed down. Once she did, she let out a tired sigh, her shoulders drooping. "This might be my only chance." The woman said forlornly, turning off the TV, enveloping the room in darkness.
*Time Skip, Next Day*
At the hotel, Charlie was pacing back and forth as her cat, KeeKee, was also pacing with her, swerving in and out of Charlies moving legs. "Okay! So the extermination is coming in six months instead of a year. No big deal! Just a little setback! Nothing we can't handle." At this point in Charlies rambling, KeeKee had run off, most likely finding a place to sleep. Charlie continued her worried rambling, "Just Angels cutting our timetable in half. But who needs a whole year to save souls? Am I right?! And next time when they cut the time in half again and again, we'll just handle it, right?!"
Vaggie came up to her girlfriend and placed her hands on Charlie's shoulders, stopping her in her tracks and her panicked rant, "Yes, we will." Vaggie sent Charlie a comforting smile, but that smile was gone when Angel spoke up, "Oh, please. Ya had less than half a chance when you started all this salvation bullshit. And now," Angel paused, looking down to his phone to see multiple text messages from his boss, Valentino. "Ain't no silver lining this time, toots."
"Sure there is. We just have to look a little harder for it." Charlie responded, a hopeful smile on her face. "Well, while you're lookin', the rest of Hell is going nuts." Angel stated, turning his phone to Charlie to show multiple news headlines. "People are already freaking out about the news. Look at what's happening in the Doomsday District."
When Charlie leaned forward to look at Angel's phone, a text message popped up. "Uh, what is a 'donkey show'?" She questioned, her red eyes squinted in confusion. Angel's eyes went wide and he quickly brought his phone back to him, "Ah! Eh, nothing! My boss, Val, is just freaked out about the news, too. Like I said, everyone's losing their shit."
"Yeah," Vaggie started. "That's true. Sinners are desperate. Maybe desperate enough to try anything to escape the extermination?" Charlie gasped, a smile growing on her face once more, "This is the prefect time to recruit more sinners for the hotel!" She ended, throwing her arms up in the air in excitement. "Cute idea and all, but you really going to go out in all of this?" Angel questioned, turning his phone to the two women to show a fire and demons screaming in fear.
"Well, it's not like people are just going to show up on our doorstep." Charlie said and immediately after a loud explosion sounded, causing the girl to shout in surprise. The three turn to see a hole in the wall next to the bar. They then heard a dramatic voice come from outside, "Show yourself, Alastor! Come and face-" The voice, Sir Pentious, paused, looking from the hole in the wall to the balcony above it from his ship. There, sat Alastor, drinking from a mug that said 'OH DEER' on it. "Oh, there you are. Face my wrath!" Pentious continued. Alastor took a sip from his mug before turning back to the snake demon, "Who are you?"
"Who am I? Who am I? I am the great Sir Pentious! Inventor, architect of destruction, villain extraordinaire!" Said demon boasted as Alastor went into his shadow, moving to stand next to Charlie, Vaggie and Angel who had come outside to see the cause of disturbance. One of Sir Pentious Egg Boi's turned to him, "Woo! You tell 'em, boss."
Niffty had also came out from the hotel, climbing up Alastor's back and gasping with excitement, "Ooo! He's a bad boy." Alastor reached behind him and took ahold of Niffty by her scruff, placing her on the ground, "Huh, well if all that's true, you'd think I'd have heard of you." Pentious eyes were wide with disbelief, "I attacked you literally last week." The Radio demon tilted his head in confusion, a static hum coming from him. "We've done battle, like... 20 times?" Pentious explained, throwing his hands up in exasperation. "Well, you must have been really bad at this." Alastor said, a smug tone in his voice.
"Silence! Now cower!" The snake demon shouted. "For when I've slain you, the almighty Vee's will finally acknowledge me as their equal!" Niffty had climbed back onto Alastor's back, gasping in excitement once more. She then paused, "Wait, who are the Vee's?" Alastor waved them off, "Oh, nobody important. Now, let's deal with the nobody in front of us." The Radio demon chuckled darkly, static sounding from him as giant black tentacle came from the ground, wrapping around Sir Pentious ship, shaking it.
One of the tentacles smashed into the cockpit, causing Pentious to shout in fear, "Ahh! Please! Stop!" Alastor chuckled at the sight in front of him, his chuckling turning into manic laughter. "Um, Alastor?" Charlie called out, "I think he's had enough." Angel grinned, "Nah, he's got a few more hits in 'im."
The tentacles tilted the ship to where Pentious fell out of the cockpit and onto the cement with a crack. "Thanks for another forgettable experience." Alastor said, twirling his staff then leaning on it. Pentious slowly lifted one of his arms and slowly spoke, "Thank... you..." He then propped himself up, "For letting your guard down!" He quickly shot his tail out, taking ahold of the corner of Alastor's coat, ripping the edge off. "Haha! Yah!" Pentious shouted with glee, but immediately cowered as Alastor growled with anger, his antlers growing. "Oh, shit!" Pentious said before he was blasted off. He let out a scream of pain as green smoke followed him through the air as he flew.
When Pentious was out of view, Alastor turned to the three behind him, "Well, it looks as though I need a visit to the tailor. Best of luck, chums!" He turned back around, waving goodbye. Vaggie then stepped forward, "Wait, you're leaving? Alastor, we need your help. We need you to do your job." She stated. Angel added, gesturing to the large hole, "We need a wall." The Radio demon turned back to them, 'Of course! Can't let my new project fall into disrepair already. What would the papers say?" Alastor snapped his fingers, causing six black and white demons to appear from the ground as he walked away.
Angel giggled, pushing Vaggie out of his way as he made his way up to the largest black and white demon. "Hey, sweet cheeks." Angel started in a sultry tone, leaning one of his four arms on the demons shoulder. "What you doing later? I love me a man with a giant..." Angel pause, looking down at the demons crotch. "Tool." The spider demon finished.
"Um, am I interrupting?" A new voice started. Charlie, Vaggie and Angel look to their left to see a female demon they've never met before. Her hair was (h/l), (h/c) and (h/t), her clear skin was (s/c), and her eyes were a brilliant shade of (e/c). On top of her head was a set of antlers that were decorated in little colorful flowers. The antlers went up and curled into each other, forming the shape of a heart. Also on the top of her head was a set of fluffy (h/c) ears, similar to a deer.
[A/N: Something like this for your antlers. Image does not belong to me.]
"Wow! You look a lot like Alastor!" Charlie said, slightly amazed. The new female raised her eyebrow in confusion, "I'm sorry, who?" Vaggie then stepped in, a cautious tone to her voice, "Um, the Radio demon? You're not related to him, are you?" The new females eyes widened with realization, "Oh! Yes, I've heard of him. Don't worry, we aren't related. Are we that similar?"
Angel went and stood with Charlie and Vaggie, leaving the six black and white demons to do their job. "It's just the antlers and ears y'all got in common." Angel added. The female nodded in understanding and Charlie took a step towards her, a warm smile on her face, "So, what can we help you with?"
"Oh! Yeah!" The she-demons eyes went wide once more, remembering why she was there. She then became nervous, her hold on her suitcase, that the three others just noticed, tightened. "Uh, I saw your guys commercial. About the hotel. And I want to join, if that's okay?" With each word the female spoke, Charlie's grin grew wider and wider until she finally burst.
"Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh!" Charlie jumped up and down in excitement, running forward to take the she-demons hands in hers. "Yes, yes, yes! Of course you can stay here! Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! We're going to help you get to Heaven! My names Charlie!" The said demon introduced, vigorously shaking the new females' hands. The blonde then stood next to the new she-demon, gesturing to Vaggie and Angel, "That's Vaggie, my girlfriend! And that's Angel Dust! Our other resident!" The two waved a greeting to the new girl, but before she could return it, Charlie was already pulling her inside.
"Here's our bartender, Husk! And over here we have Niffty! She does our cleaning! Oh! And these are my pets! Razzle, Dazzle and KeeKee! Oh! Let me show you all of the floors, the kitchen, the bathrooms-" Vaggie then stepped in front of Charlie, placing her hands on her girlfriends shoulder, "Charlie! Honey, we don't need to show her everything all at once. Take a breath and let her breath." And Charlie did just that, both her and Vaggie turning back to the new female.
"I'm sorry, during Charlie's excitement, we didn't get your name." Vaggie said, both her and Charlie sending a smile to the new female. The she-demon brushed off her dress, calming down from being pulled here and there. She cleared her throat before straightening her back and bowing her head slightly in a formal greeting, "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), It's an honor to meet you, princess Morningstar. Same with you, Vaggie. I hope I can be a good guest and help you achieve your goals."
Vaggie's eye went wide with surprise at how polite this she-demon was being, the only other person she's met that's this kind was Charlie. It made Vaggie a little suspicious. Charlie, on the other hand, was warmed by the greeting as tears swelled in her eyes. Angel then stepped up to the three women, "Wait, you said you saw a commercial. Which commercial did ya see?" Charlie then gasped, "Wait! You saw our commercial?!" The blonde shouted, shaking with excitement.
(Y/N) nodded, small smile on her lips, "Yes, I thought it was quite entertaining in all honesty." Charlie and Angel were confused while Vaggie squinted, "Wait, why was it entertaining?" (Y/N) gained a nervous sweat, "No offense, but I think my favorite part was about Charlie's daddy issues. I have no idea why you added it, but I liked it." She ended with a shrug. "Oh..." Charlie said dejectedly and Vaggie slapped her hand against her forehead. "Ugh, you saw Alastor's commercial." (Y/N) raised her eyebrow in surprise, "Really? I'll have to give him my compliments when I meet him."
Charlie shook her head and smiled again, placing her hand on (Y/N)'s shoulder, turning her towards the staircase, "Well, (Y/N), let me show you to your room. And please, just call me Charlie." The blonde said, referring to when (Y/N) called her 'princess Morningstar'.
Vaggie watched the two go up the stairs and disappear around the corner, her eye squinting with suspicion. Angel raised his brow at her, "What's with your face?" Vaggie ignored his comment, "How can someone in Hell be that nice? It doesn't make sense. Somethings gotta be up with her." Angel rolled his eyes at her paranoia, going and sitting back on the couch.
*Time Skip*
*(Y/N)'s POV*
It's been around an hour since you've arrived at the Hazbin Hotel. Charlie left you alone for the moment to settle into your room. After you finished placing your last piece of clothing away, you sat on your new bed and sighed, rubbing the area where your shoulder and neck connect. 'Charlie sure is energetic.' You thought to yourself.
Just then, you heard static outside your door. You look and see a shadow move from under the gap. As the shadow disappeared, so did the static. 'What was that?' You thought to yourself. You stood and made your way to your door, opening it and peeking your head out. You saw a red figure round the corner, the sound of static following them. You look around for Charlie, Vaggie, or anyone you could ask about the being you briefly saw. But there was no one in the hallway. 'Well, let's hope curiosity doesn't kill the deer...' You meekly thought, leaving your room and following after the red figure.
When you rounded the corner, you didn't see the figure. You then listened for the static, faintly hearing it. You made your way towards the noise, peeking your head around another corner. You then saw a door that was out of place from the other ones. This one was wooden, and had a small window near the top. Then, a light flickered on above the wooden door. You look and see it's an 'ON AIR' sign.
You thought back to when you first got to the hotel. On the outside was what looked to be a broadcasting tower, you just didn't think it was still functional from how it was leaning away from the building. "Salutations! Good to be back on the air!" You then heard a voice that sounded like it was coming from an old-timey radio say. 'Is that Alastor?' You thought, your curiosity growing. 'What does the infamous Radio Demon look like?'
Without thinking, you approached the door and pulled it open to see a metal flight of stairs leading up. "Yes I know it's been awhile since someone with style treated Hell to a broadcast, sinners rejoice!" You heard, what you assumed to be, Alastor say. You continued up the stairs, hearing a new voice you didn't recognized. This voice was clear, as if he was speaking to you in person, "What a dated voice!"
When you got to the top, you were met with another door, but this one was left ajar. "Instead of a clout chasing mediocre video podcast!" You heard Alastor say. You peek through the opening of the door and finally laid your eyes on him, The Radio Demon. He had pale skin, red eyes, short red hair that turned black for the last few inches, deer like ears that were larger than mine sat atop of his head, a set of antlers that were smaller than mine also accompanied his ears, and a large, sharp tooth yellow grin.
He wore a red suit and monocle, his bowtie, gloves, pants and shoes being black (accented by red). In his hand was his staff that, what looked to be, an older version of a microphone. "Come on!" The unknown voice shouted. "Is Vox insecure pursuing allure? Flitting between this fad and that, is nothing working?" Alastor responded smugly into his staff, lifting his shoulders in a shrug.
"Ignore his chirping!" The second voice, Vox, shouted once more, sounding irritated. "Every day he's got a new format." The Radio Demon added. "You're looking at the future, he's she shit that comes before that!" The TV demon bellowed with a singing tone. Unfortunately for him, his comment didn't bother Alastor one bit. "Is Vox as strong as he purports, or is it based on his support? He'd be powerless without the other Vee's!" Alastor sang back, his comment causing you to smile in amusement. "Oh, please!" Vox said, not knowing a better comeback.
"And here's the sugar on the cream, he asked me to join his team-" Alastor was interrupted by panicked Vox, "Hold on!" But the Radio Demon continued to sing into his staff, leisurely leaning back in his chair, "I said no and now he's pissy, that's the tea!" You had to cover your mouth to keep the giggle bubbling in your throat from slipping out.
"You old timey prick! I'll show you suf-suffering!" Vox's voice started to glitch. "Uh oh! The TV is buffering!" Alastor teased, propping his head on his hands. "I'll destroy yoo-o-u-u you little-" Before Vox could finish his sentence, he cut out, along with all of the power in Hell. You jumped in surprise at the sudden darkness coming from outside, but also at the fact that the only place that still had power was the broadcasting tower.
"I'm afraid you've lost your signal." Alastor continued, leaning forward, the air in the tower becoming sinister. "Let's begin, I'm gonna make you wish that I'd stayed gone." With every word he sang, Alastor's antlers grew along with his malicious grin. "Tune on in. When I'm done," Alastor stood from his seat, his form growing larger and more lanky. The red in his sclera turned pitch black, only his iris staying red. What looked to be red stitching started to appear all over his body and clothes, making him resemble a voodoo doll. "Your status quo will know its race is run," Red liquid started to leak from his mouth. "Oh this will be fun!" Alastor ended with a maniacal laugh, his pupils turning into little radio dials.
'So this is him... The Radio Demon.' You didn't know if you should be scared shitless or amazed by his power. Alastor returned to his normal form, taking a sip of his tea. He then suddenly spoke up, "Are you going to join me or just keep watching me from the shadows?" Alastor turned to the door, and I instantly knew he was talking to me. 'He's a powerful demon, of course he noticed me.' You thought, mentally face palming. You noted that he still sounded like he was speaking through a radio. 'How strange, but fitting for the Radio Demon.' You pushed the door open and stepped in, "I apologize, I didn't mean to eavesdrop."
*3rd Person POV*
"I apologize, I didn't mean to eavesdrop." When the she-demon stepped in, Alastor paused, taking in her looks. (H/l) (h/c) hair, (s/c) skin, (e/c) eyes, deer ears, and antlers in the shape of a heart with flowers. She wore a long-sleeved black dress that stopped mid-thigh, with small black buttons on the top of the dress, along with a thin black bowtie that sat above her exposed chest (but of course not exposing anything indecent). She also wore white tights, covering the skin on her legs. On her feet were black Mary Jane heels that completed her outfit. 'How strange,' Alastor thought. 'She doesn't look half bad.'
[A/N: Something like this for your dress. Image does not belong to me.]
Alastor stood and made his way to the girl, "It is no problem, my dear! I broadcasted it for all of Hell to hear. Did you at least enjoy it?" He then twirled his staff in a flashy manner. The she-demon nodded, a small smile adorning her (thin/plump) lips, "Yes, I thought it was entertaining." Alastor's never-leaving smile widened at her words and he straightened his coat, "The names Alastor! Alastor Hartfelt! And who do I have the pleasure of being in the presence of?" He held out his hand to her, bending his body slightly to meet her height.
She stared at his hand, then back up to meet his eyes. Alastor tilted his head at her hesitancy. She started to stutter, embarrassed when she realized she had been staring, "S-Sorry, it's just that your eyes are much brighter up close." Before Alastor could respond or even think about her comment, she took ahold of his hand, shaking it. "My name is (Y/N) (L/N), it's an honor to meet you. I am the newest resident of the Hazbin Hotel." She said, slightly bowing her head in respect.
Before she could take her hand back, Alastor brought it up to her lips, leaving a kiss on her knuckles, "Please, dear! The pleasure is all mine!" When he let go of her hand, (Y/N) placed both of her hands behind her back, out of sight to Alastor as she rubbed her knuckles. Alastor discreetly pursed his smiling lips afterwards, both of the demons thinking: 'Why did that burn?'
"So," Alastor started, tilting his head again. "You're the newest resident? How did you come about the hotel?" To his surprise, she started to chuckle. "I actually saw your commercial, and I have to say, I found it quite hilarious." She giggled, placing her hand over her mouth to keep her laughter at bay. Both Alastor's eyes and smile widened with glee, "That was the goal, dear! I'm so glad you liked it! But I have to say, I am surprised it made you want to come here."
At his words, (Y/N)'s laughter halted. Alastor took note of her mood change. "Yes, well, you did say in your commercial that this was a path to redemption. Even if it is misguided," She let out a soft chuckle at the memory. "I want to get into Heaven." Alastor hummed, "Why do you want to go to Heaven?" (Y/N) opened her mouth to respond, but then shut it. She thought for a moment, a mental battle clear on her face. Eventually, she gave Alastor a strained smile, "Personal reasons."
Alastor hummed again, 'Interesting...' He thought. "Very well!" Alastor started, twirling his staff once more. He then moved to the door, holding it open. "Shall we? I'm sure Charlie hasn't finished giving you the tour yet. We don't want her to be disappointed at your sudden absence." (Y/N)'s (e/c) eyes widened and she took quick steps to the door, "Ah, you're right! It's rude to be late!"
As (Y/N) made her way down the stairs, she missed the way Alastor looked at her. His head was tilted and his eyes were squinted. 'What an anomaly.' He thought right before following her.
*Time Skip*
Charlie had just finished giving (Y/N) the full tour of the hotel, with Alastor accompanying them and making little sarcastic remarks here and there, making (Y/N) chuckle (much to Charlie's dismay). "Well, what d'ya think!?" Charlie asked, grin large and holding her arms out wide, gesturing to the hotel. (Y/N) nodded, small smile on her lips, "It's nice." At her words, the blonde squealed, "Ah! I'm so glad you like it!" She then took ahold of (Y/N)'s hands in hers, "Trust me, (Y/N)! I'll do everything in my power to get you redeemed and into Heaven!"
Alastor took in the doe demons expression and could easily tell she was uncomfortable at her personal space being invaded. But, she continued to smile. "Thank you, Charlie. I appreciate your effort." She said, making the princess jumped in happiness.
Just then, Charlie's phone went off with a notification. She looked at the message and gained a mischievous grin. "Oh, (Y/N)!" Charlie said in a sing-song tone, "There's something waiting for you in the foyer!" The blonde started to make her way, skipping in excitement while Alastor and (Y/N) followed behind at a leisurely pace.
The doe demon sighed, but smiled nonetheless, "It's a welcoming party, isn't it?" Alastor looked to her through the corner of his eye, seeing her looking straight ahead at Charlie with a tired fondness. "How could you tell?" Alastor asked, already knowing the answer. (Y/N) softly chuckled, "Charlie is easy to read." The Radio Demon found this interesting. Then a question formed in his mind. He needed to gather more intel on this strange being. "Am I easy to read?"
Finally, (Y/N) looked up at him through her (long/short) lashes, her lips still holding that small smile, "No, you're an anomaly."
Alastor halted in his steps, staring at the doe demons figure as she got smaller and smaller, still following Charlie. When both of their figures disappeared around the corner, Alastor felt like he could finally breath. Multiple thoughts ran through his, now panicked, mind.
'Who is she?'
'Why is she here?'
'Can she read my mind?'
'She has to be fucking with me.'
'There has to be more to her.'
'She must be playing dumb.'
"Alastor? Are you still joining us?" The male snapped his head up to see just the person he was freaking out about. (Y/N) had stepped back around the corner, her eyebrow raised in question. 'Well you know what they say: keep your friends close and your enemies closer...' Alastor thought before disappearing into his shadow just to reappear next to the girl, making her jump in surprise. "Of course, dear! I apologize if I kept you waiting." (Y/N) smiled in response, "It's alright. No need to apologize."
The two then finished the walk to the foyer in silence, being greeted by a loud 'Surprise!' when they made it to their destination. There was a large banner that said: 'Welcome (Y/N)!' in different colored paint, the bar was decorated in hearts, there was a table full of food and the center pieces were bouquets of wild flowers, on a different table were various card and board games, and next to the couch was a... karaoke machine.
Alastor noticed how (Y/N)'s shoulders dropped when she laid eyes on the singing machine. He leaned down to her height, "What's the matter, dear? Don't like to sing?" (Y/N) shook her head, "No, not really. I don't sing." There was another thing Alastor found interesting about her. Every one in Hell sang, even him.
Charlie came bounding up to both of the deer demons, "So, (Y/N)! It's your party! What would you like to do first?" The girl looked around and noticed everyone's eyes on her, waiting for her response. "U-Um, why don't you guys get a game of cards started while I go get a drink?" Charlie smiled and nodded, her, Vaggie and Angel heading to the game table. (Y/N) made her way to the bar and Alastor watched her every move.
"What will ya have?" Husk questioned, his tone bored. "Do you have any wine or whiskey?" (Y/N) asked, taking a seat. "No to the wine, and for the whiskey, we only have the cheap stuff." Husk responded, gesturing to the bottles behind him. "Oh," (Y/N) hummed, thinking about what else she should order.
Alastor disappeared into his shadow, reappearing next to the doe demon, making her jump in surprise once more. "I believe I might be able to help you!" Alastor said. With a wave of his hand, he summoned a bottle of whiskey from his personal stash that was already 1/4th gone. (Y/N) squinted her eyes to read the label, and when she saw what it was, her eyes went as wide as saucers. "No way!" She started, looking from the bottle to Alastor. "Macallan 1926?! How did you get that?!" Alastor chuckled, pleased at how she knew how valuable the alcohol was, "I have my ways, darling. I only bring this out for special occasions, so consider this a welcoming gift, from me to you."
[A/N: Fun fact, a bottle of Macallan 1926 is worth over two million dollars.]
When Alastor reached behind the bar and took two brandy glasses, Husk took that as his que to leave, taking a bottle of the cheap whiskey and joining the others. Alastor filled the glasses a third of the way, gently sliding one over to (Y/N). She looked at it with furrowed brows, turning her gaze to Alastor, "Are you sure I can have this?" The Radio Demon tilted his head in confusion, "Do you not want it?"
(Y/N) vigorously shook her head, not wanting to offend the male. "No! Of course I do... It's just, I don't feel like I'm worth it..." She ended her sentence, playing with the base of the glass in a nervous habit. Alastor's head stayed tilted, wondering what the girl had done to make herself feel too guilty to accept a drink. Alastor then straightened up, taking his glass in his empty hand, "Well, believe it or not, I think you're worth it. If I didn't, I wouldn't be offering you this drink now, would I?" He ended with a laugh. (Y/N) looked up at him with wide doe eyes, surprised at the Radio Demon's kind words. She gave him a genuine smile, "Thank you, I appreciate it, Alastor."
Something ticked inside of the males mind at finally seeing a smile that reached the doe demons (e/c) eyes and how his name sounded coming from her voice. 'How strange,' He thought. 'I'll dissect that later.' Alastor went and stood next to the girl, offering her his left arm, "Shall we? Everyone is waiting for us." (Y/N) kept her smile, standing and linking her right arm with Alastor's, her drink in her left hand, "We shall."
[A/N: let me know if I missed changing any 'Alruist' to 'Hartfelt']
#x reader#fanfiction#reader insert#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel x reader#x female reader#alastor#alastor x reader#bare your soul fanfic#alastor hartfelt#alastor hartfelt x reader
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NSFW alphabet template (König Edition)
I made this account to try and get into writing more so i thought a prompt template might be a fun way to start it off���.various headcanons of König because I spend too much time thinking about him🥰 maybe some brief mentions of harder kinks but nothing graphic/detailed or illegal dw
Original Template here!
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
Always concerned with your wellbeing when you finish, he’ll immediately get you water and hold you. Afterwards he’ll get your clothes if you ask, or let you lay in the bed and rest as he makes dinner. Loves to do things after, and will make snacks so you can stay in bed and watch movies or spend time together.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
For his partner’s body, their legs/hips. He’ll cover them with kisses and bite marks, manhandling them any chance he gets (only with your enthusiastic consent, of course)
For himself, his arms. He loves being able to hold you so strongly, and carry you around in them. He also loves watching you grab his biceps during missionary, they make a great holding bar so you don’t slide away from his force.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
cums A LOT. With little experience, and not making masturbation a habit, when he does go at it he goes hard. Not only does he have a huge load, but he’s gonna want to come multiple times. He loves seeing it on or in you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
ties into wild card a bit further down, but he’s definitely into some more degrading stuff. He really loves that he’s basically guaranteed to be bigger than his partner, because he loves feeling like he has control, but he goes to great lengths to hide it because he feels bad about it. In theory, he’d love to call you names or be rough during sex, but the one time he tries he probably feels so terrible he stops, even if you like it.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
He’s definitely had a couple partners in his life, but he hasn’t been sleeping around. He knows the basics, but if you wanted to try something spicier, he might need some direction.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
On top, facing you with your legs on his shoulders. dunno what you’d call that, but it definitely gives the perfect view of your reaction and the best angle for kissing and biting.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
He’s too self conscious to act silly or weird during sex, and will try to act reserved, but he’ll match whatever mood you’ve set once he’s more comfortable.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
Relatively well trimmed, I don’t think he’d be totally bald or have any designs but he likes to keep the hair short and out of the way.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
Super romantic, the first few times you had sex in a relationship he would definitely always initiate it with a date first. Even when it became too regular for that to be convenient, he’d still approach you in a very loving way.
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
He doesn’t do it a lot, his anxiety gets in the way when he’s left alone for too long and he gets paranoid about someone catching him. He’ll do it if he gets worked up enough, though.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
any sort of marking. He would probably never admit it, but anything like branding, biting, any sort of symbol of unification.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
A good old bedroom, preferably one set up beforehand to be suited for a few hours of intimacy (think big bed, lots of pillows, flowers on the table, toys in the bedstand, waterbottles on hand for when you take breaks. He’s a sucker for cheesy romantic settings.)
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
Any buildup of sexual tension drives him mad if he wants you. Interrupted before he has to go to work? he’ll spend the whole day with you in the back of his mind. Edging him or teasing him? He’ll get so frustrated he wants to throw you on the bed and have his way. He’s also totally into restraining his partner, because he loves watching them try to resist the pleasure he gives them. Anything that shows him you’re overly eager for him will drive him crazy.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything public. This dude def even locks the bedroom door when you go at it. He doesn’t want to be caught in an awkward position, and he doesn’t want to put you in one, either. He’d be too busy watching his surroundings to enjoy himself.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He loves receiving, but he’s a fan of giving too. He’d never demand it from you, but if you initiate head he’ll lose his mind. He’s pretty good at giving, and he’d offer to pretty often, but he loves being able to watch your face as he receives.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
He starts out slow and romantic, trying to be gentle, but has a hard time containing himself and always ends up increasing his pace after a while.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
not a fan, He doesn’t feel like it provides equal satisfaction to both parties. He much prefers multiple short rounds in a row, or one long session. Quickies feel too impersonal and almost disrespectful because he doesn’t just bang to get off.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He likes the idea of risks, but only in controlled environment. He wouldn’t be able to do anything genuinely public or rank-risking, but he’d probably be into roleplaying it.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
He doesn’t last long before nutting, but he regains energy fast (you can’t tell me this massive specops dude doesnt have record breaking recovery time) and is ready to go for multiple rounds
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
He wouldn’t use anything like a fleshlight, but he’d keep a small collection of various toys of your choosing for him to use during sex.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Bigger on being teased than teasing. Egging him on when you can’t have sex will basically ensure a wild time when he gets you alone. He won’t be able to stop thinking about it the whole time. Once he’s comfortable though, he’s definitely more eager to tease you back or start it, because he actually enjoys the dynamic.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
Tries to be quiet, fails miserably. He’ll start out with heavy breathing, but it’ll descend into a series of swearing, german words, and loud grunting. He also LOVES to hear you make noise, otherwise he worries he’s doing it wrong.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
Into some more extreme things, but he’d never tell anyone that. Knifeplay, blindfolding, branding, biting, etc. but only, ONLY if you are the one who initiates it, and you’ll probably have to practically beg him, because otherwise he will always feel bad about it, even if you agree and he asks first.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
dude is RIPPED. He has largely athletic related hobbies, and an active job in the military, so he stays in top shape. He’s got pretty clear skin because he’s got good hygiene, and all his body hair is either trimmed or removed because he doesn’t like how it looks or feels under all his gear. He’s got a decent amount of scars from work, mostly along his chest and arms but also some on his lower body and maybe a couple on his face. Also definitely packing, because he is 6’10 and because I say so. It’s gotta be like 13 inches long.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
He has a high sex drive, but the average person would never know because he has it under great control. Unless you initiate, he’s never gonna harass or beg because he’s horny, but he will take care of himself once he’s alone. Live with him as his girlfriend though, and you’ll never have a free moment.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
sex wakes him up. You’ll wake up hours after sex and find him still busying himself with various tasks and hobbies, cleaning the house, etc. as if it reinvigorated him. Sometimes he’ll even ask for it if he knows he has a lot to do in a night, because it motivates him and acts as a stress reliever.
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A/N: I hc könig as a huge service top and i cant stop thinking about it so thats what 90% of this is sorry i need him to be my husband rn
#modern warfare fanfiction#call of duty headcanons#modern warfare smut#modern warfare headcanons#konig x reader#konig modern warfare#konig imagine#modern warfare konig#konig headcanons#konig x you#konig smut#modern warfare x reader#modern warfare x you#konig x y/n#modern warfare 2 headcanon
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Love Shot | c. j.
➸ synopsis: Were you best friends with a cupid? Yes.
When your favorite cupid manages to shoot himself with his own arrow though, you realize you may be best friends with the clumsiest cupid in the heavens.
➸ starring: choi jiung x female reader
➸ word count: 2.5k words
➸ general content: cupid!jiung, the reader is a succubus(demon that typically appears in men's dreams or wakes them up to have sexual intercourse), there is somewhat of a power imbalance between the reader and jiung thanks to the latter's innocence, smut
➸ warnings: like one swear word, kissing, grinding, piv, creampie, corruption(?)
➸ rating: 18+ MA
➸ author's note: don't get it twisted, this was not self-indulgent(is lying), this was all for the beloved @ashonheavenscloud whose birthday was yesterday. welcome to the double decade club bestie <3
♫ this fic has a soundtrack! you don't need to listen to it while reading(especially if the lyrics will bother you), but I really thought Touch by Keshi kind of encapsulated the thoughts/feelings in jiung's head.
“So let me get this straight,” you say, putting down your cherry-cola bottle on the kitchen peninsula. The man panting against the wall watches your every movement as he waits for you to speak.
“You went to a nightclub to finish your matchmaking quota, and forgot to make yourself invisible,” you recall, fighting a laugh, “and some drunk guy stumbled into you and you ended up shooting yourself?”
Jiung gulps and nods frantically, not having moved from the space next to your front door since you dragged him into your apartment, originally frightened by his helpless disposition. But now you slap a hand against your thigh, doubling over in laughter as you mull over the absurdity of his situation.
“And you came to me, of all people?”
“You’re the only person I thought wouldn’t laugh at me for something like this!”
“So sorry to disappoint,” you sigh, wiping a tear away. Jiung has half a brain to pout at you before he slides further down the wall, hands grasping at the flat surface for something to hold onto as his face contorts again.
“God, it just keeps getting more intense,” he nearly whines, eyes rolling back before his head falls forward. “What happens when a cupid shoots himself with his own arrow?”
“Right, ask the succubus if she knows why the silly cupid is in pain.” You remember the pain relievers in your cabinet, and decide to save your best friend, if only for a few hours.
“I’m not-” his breath hitches, and he bites down on his lip to muffle what you’re sure would have been a scream. “Do I look like I’m in pain?”
“Yes,” you nearly laugh again, incredulous at his stubbornness. He moves off the wall, nearly tumbling into your favorite chair with a whimper, and the sound makes you reconsider your answer. “Actually, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were-”
You halt your search for ibuprofen as you turn to look at Jiung, breathless and pink and slumped in a chair with his eyebrows knitted together. His uniform white button-down was nearly all the way unbuttoned now, and you remember Jiung claiming that you had raised the temperature of your apartment when you in fact, had not.
Holy shit.
Maybe he had come to the right person, albeit unknowingly.
“Jiung, I want you to be very specific this time,” you say slowly, closing the door of your cabinet and exiting the kitchen. “Tell me about when you started feeling this way.”
“O-Okay, um…”
You sit near him on a couch, eyes trained on him as he stares at the carpeted floor.
“I was walking home from the club; I left right after I got shot, because I was scared,” he explains through labored breaths, “and then I realized that I was nearing the hotel you’re staying at.”
You nod, not finding anything strange about that string of events.
“The…feeling started right after I thought about you, though.”
“What feeling?”
“Uh…” Jiung thinks for a moment before slapping a hand over his mouth, muffling what is probably the most desperate sound you've ever heard from him before continuing. “I don't really have a word for it? I'm just hot…and tingly all over…and a little dizzy.”
“And that started just because you remembered my hotel room?”
Jiung flushes an even deeper pink.
“...no.”
No?
Oh.
“Then what were you thinking of?”
He shakes his head, bouncing his leg against the chair.
You take note of his line of sight and leave the couch, kneeling on the ground beside his legs. He quickly averts his gaze, not wanting to stare at your shorts or your thighs or your anything, afraid the feeling will only get worse.
“Jiung,” you whisper, taking his hand off of the armrest and holding it, “it's okay. You can tell me.”
“I can't.”
“You can.” You stand up and brush some strands of hair away from his face, giving you a clear view of his blown out pupils as you lean over him and rest one hand on the chair. His eyelashes flutter at your touch, but he still won't look at you, so you gently grasp his chin and lift it.
He looks into your eyes for all of three seconds before his resolve shatters.
“I thought about you when you came back from work the other day,” he confesses, not breaking eye contact. “You were wearing this tight dress and you looked so pretty in it, and I wanted to…” He trails off and bites his lip, and you can't tell if he's withholding his thoughts from you again or if he genuinely has no clue what he wanted.
“You wanted to…?”
“God, I don't know. I just wanted you close to me.”
From how you're holding his chin, you allow your thumb to move upwards slightly, sliding against his plush pink bottom lip. He blinks at you rapidly and shivers, not sure what to make of the way you're staring at his mouth.
“Jiung, is it okay if I kiss you?”
His eyes widen to the size of dinner plates, legs finally stilling.
“S-Sure,”he whispers, eyes darting all over your face once you start to lean closer, “I don't know how that would help, but-”
“Just let me know if you want me to stop,” you cut him off, and he fully relaxes back into the chair before you lightly graze your lips against his.
His eyes flutter shut and you get to work, leaning in fully and pressing your mouth to his as your hand slips behind his neck, tangling itself in ash-colored locks that reside there. Jiung has seen humans kiss before, but he's never paid it any mind, never understanding why they would want to embrace each other in that way. Now, he's never understood them more as he reacts so quickly to your touch, whimpering the moment your lips lock and trying to suppress the shivers that run through his body at the trace of your tongue.
The feeling of your mouth on his is borderline euphoric, tendrils of heat licking at every part of him before you tilt his head, allowing you access to the inside of his mouth as your lips slant against his. He doesn't know why he had never wanted to do something like this with you; in this moment he feels as though he could die a happy man, with your hands tugging on his tresses.
And then you were doing something different, something worse; you start leaving kisses in other places too, against his cheek, against his jaw, even up by his ear, a place that was so sensitive that he felt that he might explode once your lips brush against it.
“Jiung, do you know why you started to have this feeling after you thought about me?” You whisper, leaving a kiss right below his earlobe. The hand that was holding you up off the chair moves to his jean-clad thigh, and Jiung can barely choke out a response.
“N-No?”
“It's because you got turned on,” you explain, now moving your lips down to his even more sensitive neck. God, is there a place you could touch him where he wouldn't feel like exploding?
“Turned on? Like a computer?” You laugh against his neck and nod, and he gets drunk on the melody of your voice, wondering how you'd sound if the roles were reversed. “How do I turn myself off?”
“You need a release.”
“How do I…” he pauses, hardly able to catch his breath. “How do I do that?”
“First you need to build up tension,” you say, slowly sliding your hand up his thigh. “Like this.”
Before he can ask what you're doing, your fingers find his clothed erection, gently adding pressure in a way that has his insides twisting. Kissing seems to ease some of the burning feeling he was experiencing, but this? Already he’s starting to feel some relief.
“Doesn't that feel good?” You purr, pressing harder and earning a needy whine from him.
“That feels…”
Unbuttoning his waistband, you pull down his fly and slip your hand inside, grasping him fully over his boxers. The cupid gasps under you, obviously not prepared for the feeling of your cool fingers around his girth.
“Better?” You ask, squeezing him for good measure.
“Better,” he groans, not being able to tear his eyes away from the sight of your hand on his crotch. Once you start moving your hand again however, he's about to lose himself in the sensation before he looks up, noticing your concentrated demeanor.
“Are you turned on too?”
“Yes,” you nearly chuckle, finding his naïveté endearing. “Ideally it goes both ways.”
“Then let me help you release too,” he pleads, guilt following the wave of pleasure that crashes over him. “I don't wanna be selfish.”
Poor sweet Jiung. Always thinking of others even when he practically has a temptress within reach.
Removing your hand from his pants, you pull back and push his knees together, and before he can whimper at the complete loss of your touch, you kick off your slippers and cage his hips with your knees, straddling him. He doesn't see how this is supposed to build tension until you sit down fully, connecting your hips together and adding back the pressure that he craves so desperately.
You take one of his hands that's gripping the armrest and pull it towards you, guiding him to cup one of your breasts over your camisole.
“Just be gentle and go slow,” you instruct, leaning back in to kiss him despite his widened eyes, “the key is being able to read your partner.”
He barely nods before you're driving him crazy again, slotting your lips together and kitten licking the inside of his mouth. He finds himself kissing back with less restraint, returning your ministrations in earnest and noticing how your breath catches every time his teeth tugs against your bottom lip.
After a few seconds of heated kissing, he tests the waters with a light squeeze of his occupied hand, and a sound he could only describe as absolutely mesmerizing falls from your lips. Subsequently, all reservations he has suddenly evaporates, selfishly wanting to hear you more.
And as he gently massages you, pulling different sounds from you depending on how he caresses you, he thinks back to that dizzying moment on the street. He had never thought about you in that way, had never understood why your tight clothing drew men like moths to a flame, could not see how your particular cadence of speaking was so hypnotizing to the human ear.
Now, with you on top of him and starting to grind your hips over his, he wishes that damned arrow had shot him sooner.
“Can I…” he breathes, unlocking your lips for a moment, “can I kiss you in other places too?”
You nod and move your fingers downward, desperate to unbutton the rest of his shirt and get rid of it.
He's hesitant at first, but the way you're moving on top of him dissolves his shyness and he leans in, ghosting his lips above your pulse point.
He starts to leave kisses just as you undo the last button.
“Jiung,” you whimper, pushing his dress shirt back to hold him by his bare shoulders. His entire body ignites at the sound of your needy voice, his free hand quickly leaving the armrest in favor of gripping your waist. A sense of urgency fills his veins, and although he can't understand what all the rush is for, he can't help but want to please you as fast as he can, desperate to hear his name uttered in such a way again.
You're grinding down on him hard now, driving the cupid absolutely insane while he kisses any skin he can find. His skin is borderline feverish as you grip him tight, determined to reach your own high alongside his.
If Jiung is anything though, he's a damn good listener.
He's only had a few minutes to observe your reactions to his ministrations, and yet he feels as though he's been intimate with you for years, already knowing the ways you prefer to be touched and kissed. So he does exactly what you need him to, hands slipping under your top to run his thumbs along your bare chest, rubbing gentle circles against your hardened buds.
You cry out in beautiful agony, collapsing into his shoulder as you reach your climax. Even the heaven’s chorus doesn't compare to your voice; he doesn't think he could get drunk off of a sweeter sound.
As you come down from your high, you fumble with Jiung’s pants, lifting yourself off of him temporarily to pull them down along with his boxers, just enough so that his length springs free. You don't hesitate to discard your shorts before climbing back onto him and taking it into your hand, hardly giving him any time to react as you sink yourself down onto him. Thanks to your slippery arousal, the action is done with hardly any resistance, and your hips meet his in record time as he gasps.
The sensation proves to be way too much for the cupid however, since after you sink down on him, he only lasts three seconds in your wet warmth before tipping his head back, his face the picture of bliss as he paints your insides white with a drawn-out moan.
The room finally falls silent again, both of you taking in the recent events as you try to catch your breaths. A part of you says you should probably get off of him, but a much louder part of you yells at you to stay put, wanting to relish this shred of intimacy you've been granted.
“How long do the effects of your arrows usually last,” you gasp out, still sensitive and hyper aware of his presence inside you.
“I'm not…that powerful yet,” he sighs, breath hitching slightly as you shift on top of him to look at him. He's a gorgeous mess, hair disheveled, face flushed, and lips swollen. You never thought you'd be able to see your best friend like this, even after years of daydreaming about it. “A couple days max, from what I can tell.”
Damn, that's not as long as you'd hoped. But, with the nature of heaven’s laws, you suppose you should be grateful for this minor slip-up.
“I still have a few vacation days left,” you casually throw out, avoiding eye contact for the first time all night. “You know…in case you'd wanna-”
Jiung doesn't hesitate this time, leaning in to catch your lips with his once more.
extra author's note: I've had this idea for a while, but I've always wanted to know if anyone else has pondered what the effects of a cupid's arrow would do to a cherub. in my head, cupids can't really feel the full range of human emotions/desires because they aren't human. so taking the effect from an arrow, that on a human, would cause someone to become hopelessly infatuated with someone else, would just unlock those emotions/desires that were unobtainable before for a cupid...? don't think about it too hard, this is all in good fun(and to torture my bestie ofc <3)
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demigod trials: our starlit bond - love you from tartarus | 3.5
synopsis: mark lee, the clumsy t.a for forging foundations: introduction to the forge, takes you on a magical pegasus ride, and you fall in love.
word count: 3k
pairing: son of hephaestus!mark x daughter of aphrodite!reader
genre: camp half blood au, percy jackson au, demigod au, friends to lovers, mark is so cute and clumsyyy
warnings: SO WHOLESOMEE, mentions of death, mentions of mark going into tartarus- this is just love, angst bc he's going to be leaving. this is definitely a whole new oc
author's note: THIS IS A WHOLE NEW OC. this is still canon to the original series, but i wanted to give a closer perspective of mark and the other characters. YES THIS IS THE SAME MARK who is the little brother of oc from the previous chapters. the next chapter will be a sonofposeidon!taehyung fic. also this was supposed to be a drabble but its kinda long
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chapter one | chapter two | chapter three
At the age of 14, you discovered a life-altering truth: your mother did not pass away during childbirth, as you had been led to believe. Instead, you learned that she is none other than the Greek goddess Aphrodite.
For the average Camp Half-Blood attendee, 14 years old is fairly late to learn about one’s Greek origins.
The gods promised that they would reveal themselves to their demigod children by age 13, but you guess your mom didn’t get the memo.
Joining Camp Half-Blood the summer after your freshman year in high school came along with significant drawbacks.
You weren’t good at combat, weren’t good at strategy, and you certainly weren’t favored by the other campers.
In fact, you were disliked so much that your own siblings actively avoided you, scooting towards the far end of the Aphrodite table whenever you sat down with your magical lunch platter.
During the first two months at Camp Half-Blood, a melancholic reality enveloped you. You sought refuge by sticking your nose in a book and studying your hours away. You wouldn’t even consider yourself to be a good student, but it became a way to make amends for sucking at everything else.
You remember meeting Mark Lee during the first day of your third month at Camp Half-Blood.
It was your first day of Forging Foundations: Intro to the Forge. To your surprise, a cyclops marched into the classroom, accidentally knocking over tables and side swiping papers off the teacher’s desk.
In Greek mythology, Cyclopes are one-eyed giants, often associated with strength and craftsmanship. They are known for their forging skills and are credited with creating powerful items for gods and heroes.
Though your teacher Argos was barely proficient in the English language, he certainly knew what he was talking about.
“Um- h-hello c-class! Welcome to Forging class! You introductory class, correct?” Argos asks, his voice deep and gruff- but it was obvious enough that Argos was a gentle giant.
None of the other Aphrodite kids even graced Argos with a response, filing their nails or checking their reflections in a mirror.
You cleared your throat. “Yes sir,” you responded, offering Argos a warm smile. His large mouth grinned, displaying his yellow and crooked teeth and his single eye softened at you, beaming that somebody actually responded to him.
“Good!” Argos responded, straightening a stack of papers on the desk. Unfortunately, the teacher’s desk snapped in half, causing Argos to blush and his single eye to dart around the room nervously.
“So, your daddy is Hermes?” Argos asked, to which some of your siblings actually sneered.
One of your sisters scoffed. “Our mother is Aphrodite. Maybe you should get your eyes- err- or eye checked out,” to which some of your other siblings burst into cackles.
Gods, you remember feeling so horrible for poor Argos, who immediately apologized clumsily, tears welling up in his single eye.
On cue, a boy burst into the classroom, panting heavily with his hands tightly secure around his backpack straps. He was wearing jeans, converse, and a Camp Half-Blood T shirt over a white long sleeved tee. His black fringe fell into his eyes and he flicked his head back to clear his vision.
"Sorry I was late!" he panted, resting his hands on his knees. "I was in the forge and got so caught up with something I didn't even realize I was late!" he exclaimed, his eyes widening slightly when he saw poor Argos tearing up.
"Hey big guy, something wrong?" he asked gently, brows furrowing in concern.
Argos, despite being twice as big as the boy, crushed him in a hug, and the boy's face turned red from how hard he was being squeezed.
By the gods' grace, he found it in him to pat Argos on the back while reassuring him that everything would be okay.
Argos stopped crushing the boy and redirected his attention to the class, to which the boy almost theatrically inhaled to catch his breath after almost being crushed to death.
"This is Mark!" Argos announced. "He is teacher's helper!"
Mark nodded and greeted the class. "That's right. I am the official TA, or teacher's assistant, for this class. If you don’t know me, I’m the head counselor at the Hephaestus cabin. It’s nice to meet you all." He smiled at the entire class, but for some reason, you felt shy when his eyes momentarily lingered on you, and you looked away.
"Mark gonna help me!" Argos grinned. "Argos is so happy Mark here!"
Mark smiled. “That means a lot big guy. I’ll be there whenever you need me, alright?”
He then addressed the class. “So let’s get started with Lesson 1: Fundamental Tools of Blacksmithing. If everybody could come up to the class to pick up their notes, that would be great.”
Needless to say, the Aphrodite cabin did not give a single shit that Mark was leading the class, even though he was a slightly better teacher than Argos. Nobody said anything, their eyes still focused on their nails or mirrors.
Mark fished for something from his backpack: a hammer. He held it up, motioning with his hammer and occasionally pointing it at the class.“You guys might be Aphrodite kids, but I promise blacksmithing is super easy and fun. This class is going to be a blast.”
Your siblings clearly didn't agree, but you figured that you needed to show some sort of enthusiasm. So, whenever Mark met your eyes, you nodded like you were super engaged.
Gods, you thought Mark was the cutest boy you had ever seen. So cutely clumsy, and you couldn't help but giggle at his little mistakes.
“Oh shit, I’m still holding this,” he mumbled, making you giggle. His eyes met yours, and he crimsoned before he cleared his throat.
“"So," he began, "does anyone know what this is?" he asked, motioning towards the hammer.
Crickets.
You raised your hand. "Umm... is it a hammer?" you sheepishly responded, to which Mark beamed and nodded his head.
"That's right," he encouraged, his eyes scanning over your name tag. "Y/N," he finished, flashing you a grin.
“This is your trusty companion, the hammer. Grip it firmly, but not too tight. Precision is key in our craft. Watch closely as I shape this piece of celestial bronze. Every strike has purpose, every movement deliberate.”
Argos passed out hammers to the class, nearly knocking kids over to their displeasure.
That day, you learned all the basic safety rules and how to strike armor against an anvil to shape metal.
For the entire class, you were the only one who engaged, and it almost felt like you and Mark were one-on-one. You didn't have a problem with that.
After class, Mark approached you, sheepishly rubbing the nape of his neck. “Hey, thanks for responding and whatnot,” he expressed, “The Aphrodite kids don’t seem to like this class that much.”
“Yes, thank you! You are sweet and pretty girl. Very nice. Happy to have you!” Argos added.
You shyly smiled, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I actually find forging to be very interesting. I’m not good at combat or anything so I kinda do better in the forge.”
Mark nodded, “I can see that. You do seem pretty knowledgable- at least about the tools and stuff.”
“For knowing what a hammer is?” you giggled, making Mark’s ears turned red as he stuttered out a response.
“W-well yea. At least you answered. Maybe the others didn’t say anything because they didn’t know what a hammer was,” he reasoned.
Argos nodded in concurrence. “That could be the case.”
With Dumb and Dumber in front of you, you laughed, to which Mark reddens.
“Wh-what’s so funny?”
“Nothing,” you smiled, shaking your head.
-
Forging Foundations: Intro to the Forge marked the inception of yours and Mark's love story.
Looking back, you realize that you had definitely fallen for him the moment he clumsily burst through the classroom doors.
On the last day of class, Mark and Argos congratulated you for being the only student to get an A in the class, and Argos offered to treat you to a meal in the mortal world.
Funnily enough, Argos forgot about your plans, leaving you and Mark to awkwardly greet each other by the barriers of the camp.
Mark was adorned with a light blue button-up, slacks, and dress shoes. He had a celestial bronze watch on his wrist, occasionally checking the time and looking out for Argos's arrival.
You approached him from behind, gingerly tapping him on the shoulder. When he turned around, he appeared to be completely awestruck.
That night, you decided to wear a long satin red dress that hugged your body in all the right places. You did your makeup and actually got one of your siblings to do your hair.
Your hair was curled in voluminous curls, and you pursed your lips once more to ensure that your red lipstick was still evenly applied.
Mark couldn't seem to control his reaction because his jaw physically dropped.
“Do I look bad?”
Mark’s eyes widened. “No- not at all. Y-you’re gorgeous Y/N, truly.”
You softened, instantly enveloping him in a hug—one that he reciprocated by holding you tightly, seemingly never wanting to let you go.
After a few more minutes of waiting, Mark deadpanned “I don’t think the big guy is gonna show up.”
“I don’t think so either. So what should we do? We both got ready for dinner,” you pout.
Mark bit his lip, gathering his thoughts before a lightbulb appeared over his head.
“Wanna go for a pegasus ride?”
Your lips parted. “Wait, are we allowed to? Chiron said no more pegasus rides after Jaemin crashed into the Big House.”
A smile graced his lips, and he shook his head in at the antics of his friends. “Yea, but it’s whatever. I’m an experienced rider. You won’t crash if you’re with me.”
With that, he offered his hand and you both ran off to the Pegasus stables .
The sun had set below the horizon, staining the sky with hues of orange, red, and pink. The sky was beautiful, and it was a perfect night.
Together, you and Mark made your way to the stables, where a few winged horses grazed under the fading daylight. Among them stood a magnificent Pegasus, its wings shimmering in the twilight.
The Pegasus, a sleek silver-winged beauty named Zephyr, had nuzzled against Mark affectionately. "This is Zephyr," Mark explained, his palms caressing Zephyr's gorgeous mane.
“He’s so… pretty,” you expressed in awe to which Zephyr neighed, snuggling his snout into your side.
Mark tilted his head, “I don’t speak horse but I think he says you’re prettier.”
“Oh shut up,” you mused, to which Mark laughs, “I’m serious Y/N-“
And you thought he was going to tell you how beautiful you are, but instead he said “I really think Zephyr said that.”
You couldn’t help but smile, swatting at his bicep. Mark held your hand as you mounted Zephyr before he slid behind you, holding the reins from behind you as Zephyr took off.
As you ascended into the evening sky, the world below transformed into a patchwork of twinkling lights. The camp, nestled between hills and forests, appeared even more enchanting from above. You and Mark marveled at the serene lake, the training grounds, and the cabins bathed in moonlight.
Zephyr soared higher, catching the cool breeze that whispered through the treetops. Laughter merged with the wind's gentle melody as you and Mark ventured beyond the camp's borders, exploring the surrounding landscapes.
You were sure that your perfectly curled hair was ruined from the wind violently thrashing it, but you didn't care.
Mark used the reins to direct Zephyr to ascend before rapidly descending, and you couldn't help but scream and laugh because you felt like you were on a roller coaster.
Mark scooted closer, pressing his chest directly against your back as he secured the reins. "Ready for this?" he yelled over the winds before Zephyr did an actual loop in the sky.
You screamed before bursting into laughter. "Mark!"
His laughter echoed as clear as ever.
The moon reached its zenith, casting a soft, silvery glow on Zephyr. You and Mark exchanged exhilarated glances, sharing stories, dreams, and laughter against the backdrop of the starlit sky.
Mark finally decided to stop treating Zephyr like a rollercoaster, and you both tread peacefully amongst the stars.
As you soared through the night sky, Mark shared the story of a defining moment from his childhood, recounting how he acquired a scar on his cheek. It happened during a time when he was still learning the basics of blacksmithing, and he cut himself with the back of a hammer when he swung it too closely to his face.
He also tells you stories about his older sister. She had embarked on a perilous journey into Tartarus, the treacherous abyss, and actually survived. Tragically, she sacrificed herself by immolating both herself and Gaia, an evil primordial goddess, to death.
In return, you shared how you had struggled to assimilate into Camp Half-Blood. A soft, almost bitter smile graced your lips as you recounted, "My siblings— they kinda avoided me, so I gave up on talking to them," you responded.
You delved into the emotional weight of feeling isolated, the subtle but hurtful distance from your siblings
You couldn't see Mark's face, but you could imagine he was sporting his usual look of concern and worry.
He paused, collecting his thoughts before he responded. "Do you think—could it be like—that they were jealous of your beauty?"
At his ridiculous comment, you actually burst into laughter, and Mark thought that the sweet sounds of your laughter were prettier than the stars and the moon.
"I wish," you giggled, "I wish I had those main character vibes, but it’s just because they don’t like me. And that’s fine."
Mark softened, "That’s alright, Y/N. You have me and Argos. We’re your friends."
You smiled before a thought dawned on you, "But what if I didn't want you to be a friend?"
“Are you mad that Argos forgot about our dinner reservations?”
“No!” you expressed, “Gods no. Mark, I like you more than a friend. I want to be more than friends.”
As Zephyr began its descent, gently landing on the ground, you wished you could see Mark's face. Perhaps it was a good thing you couldn't, as the lack of visual cues allowed you to summon the courage to confess your feelings.
Mark dismounted from the Pegasus, and in a moment that felt like the culmination of shared laughter, stories, and dreams beneath the starlit sky, he kissed you.
With that kiss, the uncharted territory of romance unfolded, and that night, Mark officially became your boyfriend. The stars above bore witness to the inception of a new chapter, marked by the shared warmth and affection that had blossomed amidst the celestial tapestry.
-
You and Mark are a happy couple. You keep things to yourselves- really the only person who even knows about your relationship is Argos.
In a humorous turn of events, Argos unexpectedly walked in on you and Mark sharing a kiss by the Pegasus stables. The moonlit rendezvous had created an intimate atmosphere, and the two of you were lost in the moment. However, the serenity was abruptly interrupted as Argos stumbled upon the scene.
Profusely apologizing for the intrusion and seemingly flustered, Argos apologized for forgetting dinner reservations. However, his words were cut short as he gasped, realizing the nature of the situation.
“You- you and Mark are … dating?”
There's no room for conflicts; if something bothers either of you, a simple conversation resolves it.
That is, until he tells you that he’s willingly going to sacrifice himself to Tartatrus.
You both are in the 18+ Hephaestus cabin resting on his king sized bed, and you almost think he’s joking until you really get a good look at his face.
“So you’re serious,” you deadpan.
He nods, “I am. I can’t let my older sister be sacrificed to a dangerous primordial God,” he reasons.
You bitterly nod, not being able to contest that. Mark’s older sister is one of the most well known demigods within Camp Half-Blood. She actually died and came back to life with the Physician's Cure- so you completely understand that Mark doesn’t want to endanger her life again.
“Okay, then I’m coming with you,” you bluntly respond, arms crossing as you glare daggers into Mark
“No.”
This is likely the first time where Mark has ever refused you, and you feel on the verge of tears.
"Mark, you run the risk of dying. What if—what if I never see you again?" you ask breathlessly, your voice carrying a hint of worry and vulnerability. In response, his expression softens.
He approaches you, his movements gentle, and pulls you into a comforting hug. "I don't know, Y/N. I might face that risk, but if I do—then it's for a good cause."
Tears begin streaming down your face and onto Mark’s sweater. As they fall onto Mark's sweater, you voice the overwhelming fear that has taken root in your heart. "Mark, you can't. I can't live without you. I need you here."
He sighs, holding you more tightly. “I’m prepared. Baby- I’m strong. Nothing’s going to happen to me-”
“You have to promise me Mark. You have to promise me that nothing is going to happen,” you sob.
Holding you more tightly, he attempts to provide solace amidst the uncertainty. "I'm prepared. I've done all I can to ensure survival, but I can't make any promises."
You hold him as you cry into his neck. Gods, you’re going to miss Mark so much. The thought of being without him is nearly unfathomable and a tremor runs through your body.
An alarm goes off on his celestial bronze watch.
Mark sighs, a look of urgency enveloping his features, “Babe, I have to go now- but meet me tonight by the portal to Camp Jupiter.” He hurriedly pulls away, gathering his belongings into a backpack.
He pulls you in for one last kiss before escaping through the stairs and out of the cabin.
-
You follow Mark's instructions diligently, patiently waiting by the portal to Camp Jupiter. As your eyes scan the familiar faces, you spot Mark's older sister and her friends approaching. Recognizing Taehyung, Namjoon, Rose, Jungkook, and Mark's sister among the group, you brace yourself for their arrival.
Mark's older sister beams at you as she recognizes you, immediately pulling you into an unexpected and warm hug. The surprise is evident on your face, realizing that Mark had shared the news of your relationship with his sister. While you hadn't anticipated this revelation, you don't harbor any objections.
"Hello?" you manage to greet.
"Y/N," she responds with a smile, "It's me—Rose. Can you turn off the mist for a second?" With a snap of Rose's fingers, the appearance of Mark's sister morphs into none other than your boyfriend.
A breath catches in your throat, and you're left breathless as Mark shakes his head, enveloping you in a reassuring hug. "It'll be alright. My sister's safe, and you're safe too. Everything will be okay," he whispers into your hair.
Taking a moment to process the unexpected revelation, you sigh and pull back. It dawns on you that this might be the perfect time to make your relationship public. You lean in and kiss Mark passionately and ardently,
“You got this, sweet boy. I believe in you,” you express pulling back from Mark who appears dazed and starstruck.
He reddens, knowing that the other demigods are staring right at you and him, but you don’t care. You press another chaste kiss to his lips.
Collecting himself, Mark takes a moment to share crucial information. "Y/N, look. My sister and I manufactured these rings that'll keep you updated with everything that's happening to Jungwon and me. Just go to Bunker 9, and you'll get live updates of everything that's happening," he explains, holding up his finger to showcase the ring.
As he holds the ring for you to see, you can't help but marvel at the intricate craftsmanship. The significance of the piece becomes apparent — a tangible connection to Mark, a lifeline to stay informed about the events unfolding in their Tartarus.
You hear a voice from behind, “Does your sister know that you told your girlfriend about Bunker 9?”
Mark ignores it and hugs you one last time.
“I love you, sweet girl. You’ll be with me the entire time.” He lifts up the locket you gifted him for your first-year anniversary, a delicate piece adorned with your image within its bearings.
And with that, Mark transforms back into the image of his older sister and walks into the portal to Camp Jupiter.
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- Dr. Ratio nsfw alphabet -
[Veritas Ratio x gn!reader]
[Originally written with male reader in mind, but there is no mention of genitalia so I think it can work for any gender. I tried to provide both something for top and bottom reader so everyone can get something out of this. The reader is assumed to be in a long term relationship with Veritas]
A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)
Veritas can be really romantic. Initially, he doesn’t want either of you to pull away at all, just to nuzzle each other while your bodies stay intertwined in such an intimate fashion. Though if you really need it he’ll get up immediately to get you some water or snacks or really anything you need. Depending on the time of day you also might be expecting a bath, massages too.
B = Body part (Their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
Not a specific body part, but likes how proportional and symmetrical his body is as a whole. This guy is literally named Dr Ratio, leave me alone. On you though, I think he likes your face. Basic answer, but I really can't see it any other way. Definitely likes tracing the contours of your face when bored, studying it like an ancient sculpture. Oh, and I guess it's pretty hot how your face twists in pleasure while you're doing it.
C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically)
If he's topping he likes to cum inside, otherwise cumming all over you is the second best. I feel like he wouldn't be a fan of cumming all over himself so if bottoming he'll like to do it either on the bed or if possible somewhere on you. My man also probably likes fruits, that's what gives his cum a sweet-ish taste, definitely not the sugary sweet kind though, the earthy natural sweet.
D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
Definitely wants to do it in a very natural space, like a lake or something. That primal feeling, miles away from the rationality he exudes usually, really gets him going, but he's too afraid of someone walking in and ruining the moment to actually do it.
E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)
Virgin. Most of his life he probably had that kind of mindset that it's probably not worth it getting involved with someone else when he has everything he needs here. Still thinks that way, but now has you to keep his balls empty.
F = Favorite Position (This goes without saying.)
Loves lifting you off the ground, gotta show those muscles off. You just wrap around him so snugly and your faces are so close to each other it takes no effort just to start making out while pounding into you. Doesn't mind being lifted up himself either, especially if you're squeezing his ass while doing so, has and will attack your face with kisses. Other than that he likes anything where you two are face to face just in general.
G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)
Very serious. Because of how little experience he has and how little people he has let see him this way he probably takes it as an extremely important bonding time so don't expect any jokes or laughs from him. Though he won't be mad if you're into the more casual kind, hell, he’ll let you try getting a laugh out of him.
H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)
Extremely well groomed. He's a neat freak, man loves baths and goes nuts when he sees a single dirty spot on his book, he's well capable of keeping himself clean. No hair out of place and all, if he even has any on his lower body.
I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)
Said it already, but he takes sex very seriously. Slow and sensual is his thing. Makes it a whole ritual, lighting candles, maybe using some rose petals that he likes putting into his baths, massaging your back, everything to make you feel absolutely refreshed afterwards and ultimately make you feel closer to each other at the end.
J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)
Doesn't do it that often, but when he does it's most likely during the morning shower. Though, unfortunately, if he has the displeasure of having another bath without his lover he might have to rub one out alone in there too.
K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)
Praise and degradation are a must with this man. Just state your preference, or do both if you’re into it, and he’ll already be running his mouth even before you start. Body worship is also a big thing for him. With his marble statues you can assume that he at least must love his own body and something tells me that he’ll be equally if not more obsessed with his lover's one.
L = Location (Favorite places to do the do)
Not into risky stuff, he has a reputation to keep. Maybe you can suck him off under his work desk with all the doors locked, but that's where it ends. Maybe bathhouses, but only if you have a reserved room or smth. Though when it comes to your private adobe nothing is off the table. The bed, bathtub, over the counter, against the wall, he isn't too picky.
M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)
Not hard to get him in the mood. Loves how open you are with him and if you ask him nicely he’ll already feel motivated. Just seeing you so needy and wanting him makes him feel special, like he is the only one who you would run up to with something so intimate. Expect him to tease you about it though.
N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
Anything that has to do with risking his reputation, no public sex or exhibitionism. Threesomes are also a no for him, not with someone he knows and definitely not with a stranger. He has made it clear that you're the only one who he wants to experience this kind of intimacy with.
O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
He was definitely a little weirded out at the start. Don't get me work, he knew how it's done and what it meant, he isn't that innocent, but the thought of actually doing just felt gross to him. Of course, that's where you came(in more ways than one) in. Unfortunately for you, he is a fast learner. Now oral is his favorite way to open up a long night session with you. It doesn't take much preparation, so expect him to wake you up using his mouth.
P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)
My guy likes to take his time. He sees sex like he sees his baths, a way to cleanse the body of all its filth, so sometimes it really does feel like you're making love instead of having sex. He just finds himself dissatisfied with the fast and rough methods that just dry him out.
Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)
It might seem surprising after I talked so much about him taking his time, but I don't think he actually minds quickies that much. Though he doesn't like making a routine out of them, sure a quickie is good once in a while to relieve some stress, but he doesn't want it to spoil sex for him entirely. He likes them most during the morning showers.
R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)
While he doesn't want to take any risks with his reputation, he certainly doesn't mind doing risky stuff behind closed doors. How are you supposed to see the results without any experimentation?
S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)
Oh, he can go for plenty. My man is beefy and all that muscle isn't just for show. The thing is, one round for him already takes a while so expect to be spent and thoroughly satisfied. Not that he doesn't mind going again, he's just wondering if you can keep up.
T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)
He doesn't have a lot of toys but he definitely doesn't mind using some on you or you using some on him. Keep in mind though, if you allow him he can get pretty ruthless with them.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
Definitely a huge tease, refuse to believe otherwise. Going to go further into it in a moment, but my guy is talkative. Nothing you do will go unnoticed and everything you do will be commented on. Also teasing with his actions. That one extra button left unbuttoned was specifically left there to cause a reaction from you. Will deny you orgasm if you're into that. He loves the power all the things listed above give him and the feeling of being desired really gets him going. You could inflate his ego even more or even try to shut that pretty mouth yourself.
V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)
I don't know if this is a hot take but I think that he might get more vocal once he is with someone he trusts. Definitely won't hide his voice from you when he sees you getting more aroused, might as well use it to tease you. Oh, and he's definitely a talkative one. Expect lots of comments between those sweet groans and moans of his.
W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)
Massages are his favorite form of foreplay. Be it during baths with all his fancy soaps and oils or in bed after an exhausting day, it's a very intimate, but not necessarily sexual, way to relax the body and he needs your body to be relaxed if he wants to proceed with more intense stuff. Doesn't mind receiving a massage either, though he is mostly the one giving them he can't deny himself the pleasure of your hands worshiping his muscles.
X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)
He is a big man, what do you expect? No, but for real, it matches his size. Every part of him is proportional. Always cleanly shaven and well groomed and only has a few subtly visible veins just below the head. Cut and colored with a pinkish blush on the very tip.
Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)
Not that high. He keeps himself intellectually occupied most of the time. Though he can get turned on pretty quickly when his partner initiates.
Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
I imagine most of your steamy encounters happen at the end of the day so he already feels pretty drained. That orgasm is probably the last push for him before going to bed, assuming that all of your needs are taken care of first.
[Just something quick to deliver while I'm working on something bigger to keep you all well fed]
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Tenya Iida SFW alphabet
༺♡༻AUTHORS / NOTE : I just wanted to start a new series, and alphabets are simple and I love doing them, requests are open!༺♡༻
A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)
Tenya is in affectionate guy, in the comfort of your own home. PDA is a soft no, as much as he loves you, he'd rather show his affections at home, where he knows no one is watching. It makes him anxious letting his guard down in public.
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B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)
Iida was originally afraid to talk to you because he found you so out of his league he had no point in trying. When he did finally talk to you, he was the most attentive and responsible friend you could've asked for. He made an effort to include you, he made sure you got to your room safe, he made sure you were okay. Tenya was your biggest cheerleader
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C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Cuddles are Tenya's guilty pleasure. He won't admit it because he feels it makes him childish and makes him feel small (that's one of his biggest worries, not being strong enough for you). His dream afternoon is you and him, limbs tangled on the couch, and watching a movie. He could care less about the movie, he just wants to watch your face light up with intrigue at the movie, maybe hug you a little tighter when it gets scarier.
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D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Iida isn't the best cook, but he could clean for the olympics. Seriously, that guy is meticulous. Every book on his book shelf is categorised by its dewey number as per the dewey decimal system. Everything in the common room is organised time and time again (Until kirishima and kaminari are in the room). Settling down with you is something constantly on his mind, as he knows you're the love of his life.
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E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)
A calm, respectful conversation. Quiet and without any fuss, like Iida himself. He's never liked making a fuss, why would this be any difference? Breaking up with him would kill him inside but he knows sometimes it's just for the best.
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F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)
Commitment has always been an issue for Tenya in a relationship context, he constantly thinks he's going to get hurt. People also aren't his thing, he prefers to be dominant and lead but that isn't how a relationship works, so he is thrown out of his comfort zone. Still, he would want marriage relatively quickly, within a couple years. Marriage is something he knows he's wanted since he met you but wouldn't know how to communicate it.
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G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)
Iida comes across as blunt, however as you get to know him, you realise he genuinely can't help it. He, physically, is the most gentle there is, you're treated like glass that could break in a second. He tries desperately not to hurt your feelings, or to upset you in any way really.
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H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
As stated in the cuddles section, he loves hugs, in private. He likes to hug you tight, so he can protect you, he doesn't hug you too often though.
♡.･✩°｡⋆
I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)
The L word isn't used lightly in the Iida household, and tenya has always had to work for his I love yous. Luckily for you, you gave him the safe space for him to admit how he feels about you.
♡.･✩°｡⋆
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)
Tenya is very territorial, that applies to you too. He loves you with all his heart and getting you stolen away isn't an option, he will do anything to make sure that doesn't happen. In public, you're glued to his side, everyone knows you and him are together.
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K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)
Iida is a tender and gentle kisser, but his kisses are still passionate. He loves kissing your lips but kissing your forehead is one of his favourite things to do. He loves how your face lights up when he does it too. Being an old fashioned guy, he likes kisses on the lips but his heart pounds like crazy when you kiss his neck, or even his cheek.
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L = Little ones (How are they around children?)
Tenya isn't good around children, they're out of his control so they make him feel weird. He would love to have children but currently, he wouldn't be ready at all
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M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings are spent with him cuddling you in bed as long as possible, then making you cereal. Or anything you want really, he'll find out how to make it perfectly, he loves to just get up and do things but lazing in bed with you is just as good in his eyes
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N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)
Nights are spent with him worrying about making sure he has everything for the start of the next day. School day or not. Afterwards though, he gets in bed (at 9, 9.30 on weekends) and falls asleep with you curled up in his arms.
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O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
Tenya isn't a very open person, talking about himself is hard because the few things he values most are mainly educational and he doesn't want to bother you with that, but over time he'll cave and tell you things personally about him.
♡.･✩°｡⋆
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
He can have a lot of patience in the right situation but a lot of little things can really get him all worked up and overstimulate him. He'd never raise his voice at you, or get annoyed at you, unless he needed to.
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Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)
He has a notebook dedicated to just you. Things you like, things you don't, things you want to do, he doesn't care. Tenya just wants to make sure he treats you like royalty, like you deserve. He constantly spoils you.
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R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)
The first time you made him cry. Not because he was sad, but because your love overwhelmed him. You were in his room, talking, and you just told him how much you love him. And he burst into tears. But you cradled him in your arms, until you both fell asleep.
♡.･✩°｡⋆
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)
He would do anything in his power to protect you, to make you feel safe, no matter what. Whether it's something as small as walking to your dorm room or something as big and being your bodyguard, he wouldn't care regardless, he just wants you to be safe. He doesn't believe you should protect him, because he's the protector.
♡.･✩°｡⋆
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)
He makes you feel worshipped, like a deity on special occasions, anniversaries, etc. Even in everyday, he treats you like the only person on earth. Gifts have to be sentimental and expensive for them to be acceptable for you.
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U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)
How little he regards his own safety when it comes to you. It really upsets you how much he disregards himself for you. He doesn't see an issue with it because he sees himself as a provider, but it constantly gets on your nerves.
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V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)
His looks don't matter to him at all. Soul and mind counts miles more to Iida.
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W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Without you, he feels bare. You make everything better for him, even something as mundane as class, he just needs you there.
♡.･✩°｡⋆
X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)
Tenya has a stuffed animal (a bunny) he got from Tensei when he was born and he keeps it hidden but he trusts you enough for you to see it.
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Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)
Trying to make him jealous. It just makes him think that you don't feel loved, it's his biggest pet hate in the whole world. He feels he loves you enough, to try and make him jealous just feels like a slap in the face.
♡.･✩°｡⋆
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)
Tenya hugs anything in immediate vicinity to him, pillows, blankets, you. He can't help it, he just doesn't feel comfy without something to hug.
♡.･✩°｡⋆
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Chuuya’s NSFW Alphabet
Summary; Nsfw Alphabets with a twist! (basically using the letters of his name)
Warnings; nsfw stuff, lazy?, rushed, typos, etc.
Notes; Instead of working on the event I’m writing this..I SWEAR ILL GET THIS OFF MY CHEST AND I WILL GET BACK TO WRITINGGG!!! For some letters there might be nothing coming up in my brain rn so yea enjoy! (p.s: This was from 1-2 weeks ago..also this isn’t the original from this idea! Enjoy ‼️🤗)
C = Cum
I think it’ll taste somewhat sweet, like it has a sweet aftertaste. I also think he cums a average amount, maybe more sometimes, might be rare, though.
H = Hair
He’s decently groomed, i guess, there might some little hairs growing back (if I’m right). But, seems decent and clean enough!
U = Unfair (I’ll use one ‘u’ for my sake..)
Is Chuuya a tease? I mean, kinda if you think about it. If you were a brat, he’ll tease you to rile you up a little. In a normal ‘love-making’ scenario, he actually doesn’t, only if he wants to see you beg.
U = Use of toys
Personally, i don’t think he’ll use ‘em, he’s quite possessive, y’know? But he might try them once in a while!
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
I like to think that it’s a little over average, i don’t have anything else to say.
A = Aftercare
AFTERCARE KING!! He’ll treat you like royalty after, brings you something to drink, makes you a bath, maybe cook for you, anything that will make you comfortable!
N = No
Anything with piss or vomit. Also, he won’t do anything that might hurt you in the slightest. Daddy kink is a no-no.
(Sorry, but why call him something he doesn’t have?)
A = Anal Sex
Personally, i don’t even like anal sex, but if you’re a guy or into it, might do it.
K = Kink
Probably brat taming, hear me out, Chuuya most likely spoil you ALOT. So, you might gain a bratty attitude, he must remind you who’s in charge here! Also a big sucker for praise.
A = - (idk 🥲)
H = Hair pulling
He’s into it, recieving or giving, i guess. Just don’t pull too hard. He might pull your hair while you give him head, though.
A = (I’m not that creative...so idk)
R = Risk(s)
Would he do it in public? Nah, he might let you cockwarm him or suck him off in his office, but other i don’t know.
A = - (atp it won’t matter)
HOPE YOU ENJOYED (kinda)
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note: this is the result of a crazy writing frenzy I was in last night, I went a bit feral over this idea and I don't know where this story is going. Also I spiraled after I read this. anywayyy hope you enjoy this drabble.
pairing: f!reader x price (x ghost - maybe eventually?)
summary: After going to work in the military you develop a weird relationship dynamic with your captain, and soon you find out you're not the only one.
word count: 2.7k
cw: 18+, daddy kink (!), probably inaccurate job descriptions/situations, pet names, a little bit of angst, a little bit of h/c; reader is kind of a crybaby; not proofread;
NEXT
You couldn't explain the story of how you got yourself in this situation if you tried. You were barely able to understand it yourself. Yet, here you were, sobbing in your captain's arms at his office, way past your working hours, calling him daddy and praying that he'd kiss you.
You had a hard day, as it was pretty common nowadays.
You certainly weren't fit for this work environment and you were painfully aware of it. It didn't matter how much you tried you couldn't get past this fact: you were an academic. You weren't used to the discipline, the hierarchy, and the life-engulfing aspects of the military.
When you had accepted the job 8 months prior, it really was the salary that convinced you, if you were being honest about it. You had been living on scholarships most of your adult life and it was getting kind of tiring. A part of you wanted to refuse out of a moral stance, but you didn't.
You were fresh out of a linguistics PhD program at the time, and you excelled as a student and researcher, but your skills were very specific and not that marketable. Your mom was probably right when she tried to dissuade you from dedicating your time to mostly dead and made-up languages, but you were too stubborn to listen at the time, although her greatest concerns were, as usual, well-founded. Needless to say, the opportunity came at the right time.
It seemed urgent and they tested you relentlessly. It was clear to you from the beginning that no one there was thrilled to resort to a civilian linguist. It was fun, though, and you passed the tests as if they were silly little puzzles you do to relax. And you were the only candidate to be able to decently decipher the completely made-up languages and codes that were used in the telegraphs they gave you.
They hired you on an 18-month contract for two different jobs: translating and decrypting intercepted messages for a task force, and also training their own linguists to do what you did. If you were good at it, you wouldn't be needed anymore.
The task force was nice enough, all four of them treated you well and didn't bother you much. At first, it was a bit disconcerting, but by now you've gotten used to how attractive they all were to the point where it almost didn't affect you anymore.
All of them called you birdie. You liked it, it made you feel included to have a little nickname. Soap was the one to come up with it on the second week you were working with them "Some birds know many languages." he had explained, clarifying: "Bird languages, ye know". The original explanation made you smile, but the addition made you blush "Plus, ye're cute like a little birdie"
The training part though wasn't going so well. You were almost 100% sure that all six of the students hated you. It seemed offensive to them to have to sit down and learn anything from you. In the beginning, you did your best to be pleasant, to do the best job you could, and maybe win them over. But at this point, you just wanted to be done with it and never look at any of those people ever again.
They were building a computer program to do your job apart from the classes. You felt offended at first at how they didn't even hide the fact that you would be used and then replaced by a more efficient machine, but you were now praying that they'd get it done as quickly as possible. The program was really good at pattern recognition, but it still wasn't good enough at semantics, and it lacked any nuance of interpretation.
The only thing that made you want to stay a little longer was this thing with Captain Price. It had started innocent enough, he took pity on you when he noticed you struggling with the new environment. He said some kind and assuring words here and there when he noticed how much the students tormented you, and he'd reprehend anyone who dared to disrespect you in front of him.
Eventually, Price casually invited you to work in his office if you wanted to, being away from other people seemed to ease your nerves a bit. He didn't mind, he assured you, it was nice to have some company. More than that, he genuinely found your job fascinating and always asked you to show him how you did it in his free time.
He sometimes brought you tea the afternoons you spent there, he'd accidentally brush his arm against yours, or touch your leg with his knee when you sat beside him. At first, he'd correct the movement, but it evolved to not correcting it, to then doing it intentionally.
They were simple touches, a little pat on your shoulder here, brushing your hair out of your face there, every single one made you shiver. One day he made a comment about how uncomfortable you looked on the chair and pulled your legs to rest on his lap while he worked. That was the first night you allowed yourself to fantasize about him to sleep.
John had a warm and comforting presence, and you were genuinely disappointed when he wasn't around, finding comfort in the fact that he gave you a copy of his office keys, so you could work there even when he wasn't present.
Ghost was there sometimes, seemingly preferring to work from Price's office as well. At first, he seemed to get disconcerted by your presence, probably a bit annoyed that he had to share the space with you, you thought.
He was never rude to you, just awfully quiet, even when it was just the two of you there. He nodded at you when you greeted him, and often sat on the big sofa on the corner or even on the floor. You offered him the desk many times, feeling a bit guilty for taking up so much space, but you noticed he only accepted when he seemed truly tired. Despite the unsettling silence, you thought he was a gentleman.
You first thought that John had somehow hypnotized you when you noticed the subtle ways in which your heart lost its pace whenever he commanded you to do something. He rarely asked without a smile, a polite inclination "dear, will you please file these reports for me?" "can you please grab me a cup of coffee?". He'd only deviate you from your tasks like this when he seemed to be in a bad mood, you noticed. It was never about anything urgent, and it was always when you were clearly already busy. In spite of it, you were never able to say no. He seemed to derive pleasure from bossing you around like that, but you knew he didn't have to remind you of the power he had over you, as it always hovered on your mind. Either way, soon enough you were painfully aware of the fact that you'd do absolutely anything he asked you to.
But you knew, for sure, that you were in trouble when you realized you got aroused anytime he'd compliment your work. Getting his praise started to be a more important goal to you than anything else. Earning a "good girl" was a rare occurrence, but it never failed to make your day.
One day he found you crying, and you couldn't quite explain what it was with words without feeling ridiculous. After what they called a "successful mission" it dawned on you that the information you were extracting out of those telegraphs really was being used to kill people. Those weren't your silly little puzzles.
"Criminals" Soap had corrected you as you tried to articulate your despair, much to your dismay. He wheezed as if your frame of thought was absolutely hilarious. "Shouldn't be here if you'll react like that, birdie" he had said and you wanted to scream.
"You'll get used to it" Gaz had assured you, sending a disapproving look towards Soap.
Later, the more you tried to express your frustration to John the more you cried, sobbing pathetically. It was the first time he hugged you, shielding you from the world around you for a minute.
"You don't understand..." you tried to explain, but you cut the sentence short at his stern look.
"I do understand," he said frowning, keeping his hand firm on your back. He took a deep breath and leaned down a bit to look you in the eyes "Listen, you do a good job, sweetie. You're doing good things, even if it doesn't feel like it sometimes" he assured you.
You nodded and tried to get the crying under control, suddenly aware that you probably looked terrible.
John cupped your face in his hands.
"Why don't you get the rest of the day off and get some rest, huh?" he suggested kindly "come to me if you need to talk."
After that, he got more and more comfortable being physically close to you. It quickly evolved, as you enjoyed being close to him a bit too much. Sometimes he'd squeeze your hand in his when you sat beside him behind his desk very casually and, sometimes, you'd rest your head on his shoulder while he worked. Saying you were in love felt like an understatement, but you'd never make it real by saying it out loud.
You once made a joke in passing about how your dad left you and your family, but he didn't laugh. He tilted his head and looked worried instead. I'm here if you want to talk he said, and it made you want to bury your head in the dirt.
Price called you many things, at first it was dear, sweetie, birdie, love, and finally, he settled with baby.
"what are you doing there, baby?" he just asked casually one day, and you almost gasped, feeling your heart attempt to leave your chest.
Although your relationship with him wasn't sexual in practice, it certainly was sexualized in essence. To you it was, at least. Oedipal if you were to be honest with yourself.
The first time he called himself your daddy it simultaneously broke and healed something in your brain. He chuckled at your reaction, how you looked at him wide-eyed and full of hope, hiding your face on his chest next.
"thank you, sir" you whispered then, pathetically.
You feared at times that your affection to him was one-sided, that he saw comforting you like this as a part of his job, a strange but effective one as well. You wondered if it made you weak, you didn't even try to be brave and deal with things alone anymore, you were aware of how childish it was to knock on his door looking for daddy's embrace at the slightest inconvenience. But you couldn't help it, it was too comforting to give up.
And that's the exact position you were in now. You had a bad day so you came running to him. He was awfully kind to you, as usual, and you prayed that it was a sign of enjoyment, that he actually liked comforting you like this.
You didn't notice when Simon came in. He froze by the door, and the captain just signaled for him to close it. John still had his arm wrapped around you, a hand stroking your hair.
"Shhh, it's ok now" he cooed at you "daddy's here."
Simon watched as you melted in his arms at the words, your breathing easing instantly. Again, you felt as if hypnotized. Your body responded to his words before your mind could catch up with them.
You wanted him even closer, you wanted to curl up on his lap, and have him rock you like a baby. Most of all, you wanted him to kiss you. You craved the touch of his lips on yours and the thought clouded your mind. Just that week you had already masturbated to the thought of him twice. Although you always reprehended yourself afterward, it didn't work to make these thoughts go away.
You rehearsed in your mind the idea of looking up and kissing him but didn't build enough courage to do it. You thought you'd die if he ever rejected you.
"That's it, you're ok," John said when he noticed the pace of your breathing ease, with his cheek pressed to the top of your head "I've got you, baby" he pressed kisses to your hairline. You sniffed, using your sleeve to clean the tears from your cheek.
"Now, be a good girl and go get some sleep," he said and you nodded against his chest, inhaling the warm smell of his shirt and suffering with the upcoming separation already "Ghost will take you to bed".
You raised your head and blinked at him, and that's when you finally noticed the tall figure close to the door, unmoved. You wiped your tears, distressed. For how long had he been there?
"Will you guide her to her room, lieutenant?" John asked him calmly, as if you didn't find yourself in the most embarrassing of situations.
"Yes, sir" Simon responded in the same tone.
The walk back to your room was painfully silent. The corridor around you was dark and empty. Your entire body was tense, and you walked fast trying to keep up with Simon's pace, hoping that he'd just say something and put you out of your angst, but he didn't.
When you finally reached your door, he opened it and waited for you to go inside.
"I'm sorry that you saw that" you blurted out, cheeks flushed pink "I-I don't know what to say. It's really not like that...-"
"It's OK" he interrupted when he noted the despair in your voice. He tilted his head a bit, evaluating your expression "I get it." there was something mischievous in his eyes, and you wondered if he was smiling at you behind the mask.
"Do you?" you asked, your voice was almost a whisper.
He nodded, and you relaxed a bit "I'm sorry you had a shitty day, birdie"
"It's okay"
"Tell me if you need anything." he said before signaling for you to enter your bedroom again, you thanked him quietly and closed the door.
Simon went back to Price's office in hurried steps, letting out a sigh when he entered. He was exhausted.
His captain was seated on the sofa, reports spread on the coffee table in front of him and a cigar put out on the ashtray beside him.
"Come here" John said, his eyes didn't move from the papers in his hands.
Simon took off his boots and mask before curling up on the sofa, resting his head on the captain's legs, and finally taking a deep breath as John started to brush his fingers through his hair.
"Don't know what to do with her" John murmured, more to himself than to start a conversation.
Simon hummed in response, his eyes felt heavy, and he could no longer keep them open.
"She's such a sensitive little thing..." John continued, seemingly lost in thought.
"She's cute" the lieutenant murmured, the drowsiness that flooded his brain making it almost impossible to form a coherent thought.
"Yeah" John chuckled lightly. "Well, don't worry about it." he assured, taking his attention back to petting Simon's hair "How are you?"
"Fine" he purred, getting comfortable on the sofa, even though it was a bit too small for him.
John hummed as he stroked Simon's cheek lightly "my pretty boy"
He watched Simon as he let his eyes rest completely and his body relax, being taken by slumber in a matter of seconds.
John continued to read reports well into the night, only waking Simon up, gently, when he finally decided to get some sleep himself. He accompanied Simon to his bedroom before moving to his own, patting him on the shoulder before sending him to bed. It was easier for Simon to fall asleep on his own then, as it usually was, after he had already been nursed to sleep beforehand.
#don't look at me!!#my dad died before my brain fully developed guys :/#i have serious daddy issues#cod x reader#captain price#john price x reader#ghost x reader#ghost x you#simon riley x reader#captain john price
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Hi. I thought the platonic Cole and baby reader was absolutely adorable. Do you mind doing a part 2? Baby reader is absolutely adorable and precious, and he can't help but buy a baby sling and takes her out on patrol, like they just take a walk around Ninjago city. Or a cute moment in the Monastery with paranormal baby behavior where baby reader can crawl on the walls but it's too cute to stop because baby reader is basically baby Spider Man.
Here ya go love!
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Ninjago - Cole Adopts a Mystery Baby (You) Part II
Part I here
“Y/n, you are going to lose your little mind,” Cole chirped eagerly. The baby in the high seat before him cooed, letting the dry cereal in its hands drop onto the plastic tray.
Cole plunged his hand into the shopping bag he was holding, hesitating to pull out whatever it was he wanted to show the baby. Then, in a sudden jerk, he yanked out a black baby sling and held it high with a huge grin.
“There were other colors, but I chose black because it’ll match my gi. Hope you don’t mind. Anyway, I bought it because I know you get upset when I have to leave to go on patrols, so I figured I could use this to bring you along! What do you say?”
The baby stared at him with wide eyes. After a few seconds, it giggled and slapped the plastic tray, sending cereal raining onto the floor.
“Awesome! Finish your lunch, then we can go.”
Cole was beaming as he walked down the street. The baby strapped to his chest was wagging its head from side to side, trying to capture every little detail of the massive city.
“Pretty nice, isn’t it? You should see it at night. You’d like all the pretty neon signs.”
Cole was grateful for the relative peace today; he wasn’t looking forward to having to fight with such a precious package on his person. He’d much rather spend the time showing the little baby around Ninjago city. Maybe he’d even have time to take them to get noodles.
“Oh my goodness!”
Cole turned around, mentally preparing himself to face some fans. This was basically part of the job by now, though, so perhaps he should’ve been anticipating it.
Two young women were speed walking toward him, phones already in hand for photos. Their eyes doubled in size when they noticed a little h/c baby on his chest.
One of the women, the one with darker hair than her companion, gasped.
“Whose baby is that?” She squealed, bringing a hand to her cheek as she admired it.
“Mine,” Cole boasted, relieved that his baby was getting more attention than him.
The women looked at each other, sharing some unspoken communication that was undoubtedly something gossipy.
The woman with lighter hair crouched down so that she was on eye level with the baby. “What’s its name?”
“Y/n.”
Y/n reached forward and grabbed a strand of the woman’s hair, tangling the golden hairs in its sticky fingers. The woman giggled.
“What a sweetheart.”
“Aren’t they?”
Suddenly remembering their original purpose, the women asked for their pictures and, after fawning over the baby in one last burst of affection, they bid Cole a good rest of his patrol.
Their well wishes didn’t last long. Cole decided to head for one of his favorite noodle shops, hoping to get some food after wrapping up the patrol, when he heard a loud commotion from an alleyway.
He rushed into the dark alcove, ready for action. Two ruffians were manhandling an old man, who was begging for mercy.
“Hey!” Cole boomed, assuming a fighting stance. “Didn’t your mommas ever teach you to respect your elders?”
Abandoning their current victim, the attackers charged at Cole. He was lost in the excitement of the moment, and he fought as if there were not a soft-bodied child attached to his chest. When both of the assailants were downed, he remembered this with a gasp.
“Are you okay, Y/n?” He asked, grabbing at the baby’s arms and legs to check for wounds. The giggle he received in response calmed his nerves.
“Thank you, young man,” the old man said, shuffling his way out of the alley to meet the police. “I already called the cops,” he explained, gesturing to their cars.
After meeting with the police, Cole was finally able to get his noodles. He ordered an extra large bowl so that he could share with the little baby sitting in a high seat across from him.
He laughed as it widened its e/c eyes at the first bite. “What’d I tell you? Best in town.”
About halfway through the meal, he noticed the baby’s eyelids drooping. He looked out the front window of the shop to see the sun setting.
“Okay, we can go home now,” he assented, scarfing down the remaining noodles before heading out.
The baby was asleep before Cole even reached the monastery. He placed it in its cradle, a sigh escaping his lips.
“I hope you had a good time today, little one,” he grinned. “I sure did.”
Thanks for the request! And thanks for reading, have a good one sweeties <33
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Entanglement Chapter Eleven
After the news about my betrothal from my mother, I found myself in the castle library. It was almost bigger than my family's library and the types of books they had were ones that I had never encountered. Making my way through the stacks I landed on the section containing the history of Tir Asleen.
I grabbed the book from the shelf and sat down on a nearby chair next to a window. The contents of the book talked about the kingdom's origins along with the rulers that came to follow. Enthralled in what I was reading I didn't here the door open and before I knew it there was someone in front of me.
"Hello, Y/n", I almost jumped out of my seat only to realize the person who spoke those words was none other than Kit.
"Hi, Kit", I said and closed the book laying it on my lap.
"I remember in passing your mother told me that you enjoy going to your family's library when you are upset. I assumed you got the news about our union", she said as she pulled up a chair to sit in front of me.
"Yes, and I'm sure just like you were I was shocked to find out the wedding was being moved up", I said.
"You could say that", she said with a scoff.
"I know that you never wanted this betrothal and neither did I. Yet, I can't help but have feelings for you, and since we have been growing closer I just think that maybe this marriage between you and I could be happy", I said looking directly into her eyes awaiting her next words.
"Maybe so. It has been nice getting to know you and perhaps we could have that happiness you speak of", she said in a low voice while avoiding eye contact.
"Don't worry Kit it may not seem like it but you will get through this and so will I. It may be hard at first but we will be alright", I said.
**Kit's POV
After leaving Jade I headed towards the castle library knowing that is where I would most likely find Y/n. Even though she was the last person I wanted to talk to I needed to find out what she thought about this recent development. Opening the library door I see her sitting there next to a stained glass window what she seemed to be reading was a book on the History of Tir Asleen. Sitting there she looked absolutely angelic as her h/c hair cascaded down her back and the vibrant blue/white dress with gold detailing on it had her resembling a goddess. It was hard to turn my eyes away but moved toward her making an effort to talk to her.
The conversation we had made me realize just like me she never wanted this. Her parents forced her into this just like my mother did. Having this talk with her opened my eyes to what was really going on and made me appreciate the fact that even though she was put into this situation Y/n was trying to make the best of it unlike me.
"I know that you were and are possibly still weary of me but I want you to be ok with telling me how you feel regardless of what it pertains to", she says.
"I may have been weary in the beginning because of how we met but now that I am getting to know you the person who I thought you were is the exact opposite of that", I said sincerely, and the small smile that crossed her face.
"I just don't want you to think that-" Before I could continue she grabbed my hand and it was almost like I lost the ability to speak.
She grabbed my hand and tried to reassure me that just because we didn't choose this doesn't mean that we can't make the best of it. I looked deep into her eyes as she did mine. I don't know what made me do it or how it started but I began to lean in. I know I shouldn't be doing this, but what about Jade she means the world to me but all I can think about is Y/n in this moment.
Filling the small gap that was between us our lips met. It just started out as one kiss but it turned into more very fast. It's like we were addicts and our drug was each other. Within a second I get out of the chair and pull her along with me to one of the stacks on the far side of the library without separating from each other. I pushed Y/n up against it and she moved her hands into my hair pulling on my dark locks. A moan escaped my mouth and my lips traveled further down splaying kisses on the side of her face until I reached her neck. The kisses I left there caused her to moan and before going further we heard the door open. Placing my hand over her mouth I waited for any sign of someone present.
"Hey, is anyone in here", they questioned and that voice belonged to none other than James. Y/n was pulling to take my hand away from her mouth to go talk to him but I shook my head no. I could hear his footsteps making their way around and before he could reach us I hear another sound of footsteps resonating.
"Um, Prince James what are you doing here", the voice belonged to Jade. Oh my god, Jade how could I do this to her she was the only person I ever wanted to be with. I looked back at Y/n and all I could think about is how much I just hurt Jade and she doesn't even know it.
"Oh, Jade I was looking for my sister. What are you doing", James said.
"I saw Kit heading this way and wanted to come talk to her", she said.
"Really", I could hear the gears working in his head putting it together.
"I was sure I saw her come in here."
"Well you must have been mistaken otherwise she would have come out when she had heard us Y/n as well", he said.
"I suppose your right."
Without another word, I can hear them both start to leave and once the door has been shut with no sign of them I slowly released my hand from Y/n's mouth. She looked at me waiting for me to say something but what I could say was that it was a mistake and it didn't mean anything. It was a momentary lapse in judgment and right when she was about to speak I pushed away from her and ran for the door. I just left her there without any explanation knowing it must have hurt and left her confused.
Running throughout the castle in search of Jade I finally found her as she was heading towards the courtyard. I called her name but she kept walking and again I called her name with the same action followed. Entering the courtyard I ran around her cutting her off to stand in front of her. By the look on her face, I could tell what she wanted to talk about before went out the window.
"Jade, whats wrong", I asked.
"How can you ask me that knowing what you just did", she looked at me with anger.
"What are you talking about"?
"Kit do not play dumb you are too smart to play dumb", she yelled. With that we started to get attention from nearby people so I tried taking her hand so we could go somewhere else but she jerked it back.
"You saw her and I in the library, didn't you", hoping the answer was no but already knowing in fact that it was true.
"No, more like I heard the moans that were resonating down the halls," she spat with anger.
"I'm sorry I never met for it to happen", and with those words, she rubbed her hands with her face displaying the evident frustration she was feeling.
"You have to know that it didn't mean anything. It was just the heat of the moment nothing else. All I care about is you", I said desperately.
"You say that Kit and yet go behind my back and do that with her", Jade said and walked away from me, possibly forever. My eyes filled with tears following her silhouette as she left knowing that I could have just lost her.
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wherever you are | l.r.h
luke hemmings x fem!reader
summary: he doesn’t want it to end but you can’t take the pain of being so far from him anymore.
warnings: angst, crying, break up, mentions of not eating, no happy ending / cliffhanger(?)
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six months is a long time to be away from the people you consider family. it’s even harder to be away from someone who you had planned to spend the rest of your life with. luke promised himself that he wouldn’t mess up what he had with you, he swore to himself that he’d do right by you. he wouldn’t do you the way he had done his previous relationships.
but touring was hard, on his part and especially yours. but good things never seem to work out for luke.
you had a deep love for luke hemmings. he was your closest friend; you always enjoyed being with him and missed him when he was away.
however, you were unaware of your feelings at the time and merely dismissed them as a result of your closeness to him.
luke also thought of you as his best friend, and the two of you shared everything. luke was always with you; if he wasn't, his energy level was noticeably lower than when he was around you. luke needed light, and you gave him that light. when the other guys or close friends pointed out how evident it was that he felt something for you and that you definitely did too. luke, though, always dismissed it as being quite close to you.
at first, he thought maybe he was projecting his feelings on you after going through such a bad breakup, but it wasn’t until the other guys started pointing out how he acted when you were around, or the way his eyes would light up whenever getting the chance to talk about you.
luke didn’t realize that his feelings for you were genuine until the first time he left for album promotions. he remembers how his heart ached as you stood in the airport waving goodbye as you smiled but luke didn’t want to leave, he looks at you once more as before boarding the plane hoping the trip would end soon.
six weeks wasn’t too long, right?
when tour finally ended it was a bittersweet moment for luke, he was happy it was over. he was beyond exhausted and was ready for a break, and of course seeing you again after months. but also, he would miss the adrenaline when he was on stage, he would miss meeting all the fans and making a connection with them.
the moment he stepped off the plane and walked to baggage claim and saw you waiting for him, he was so glad to be back.
when his eyes met yours and he felt his heart skip a beat, a wave of relief washed over his body.
you were waving at him, smiling widely as he walks closer to you. “welcome back, rockstar!” you cheer as he wrapped his arms around your waist. your scent fills his mind as he lifts you off the ground. “ ‘missed you so much” he says into your neck. “i missed you too, lu!” your arms are around his neck, giggling as he lifts you, spins you around before setting you back down.
you both pull away, luke stands close with his hands cupping your face. he doesn’t say anything, he’s just staring. you feel your cheeks heating up while looking into his blue eyes. “what?” you ask, breaking the tension.
“i love you.”
oh.
oh god it slipped.
you blink and proceed to laugh, “i love you too!” you say, not thinking he meant anything serious by it.
“no. i..” he sighs, shaking his head. “i *love* you, y/n.” he repeats, looking i into your eyes. “i didn’t know until i left. six weeks without you made me realize that i love you.”
you feel yourself tearing up at his confession, “oh, lu..” your hand caressed his cheek, your thumb dragging over the stubble on his chin. “i love you, too” you smile and luke feels the weight behind lifted off his shoulders. “thank god, because i don’t know what i would’ve done if you didn’t..” he laughs, resting his forehead against yours.
“can i kiss you?”
your face must’ve went red because luke laughs softly. “sorry, i know that was sudden”
“no! it’s okay. really. you can kiss me” you assure. luke nods, leaning in and letting your lips meet.
that kiss changed everything.
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since the beginning of your friendship with luke, you were aware of his job. how he would have to leave for a certain amount of time and you were okay with that, you understood his passion and you admired him for it. you knew you loved what he did but it required a lot of traveling.
but when you started dating him, it hit harder and harder to watch him leave.
when he was gone, you would wait by the phone in the hopes that it would turn on and display his name and picture. luke would chat with you on those nights until you were too sleepy to carry on.
he would tell you how interviews went or all the things he saw while he was abroad on those nights, which you treasured the most. he would do his best to reassure you that he will return soon on the nights when he would hear your cries. he would hum your favorite song on those nights, wishing he was with you, his arms wrapped around your body hushing your cries.
but nothing could prepare you for the longest tour they would have.
you should have braced yourself for the mental breakdowns that followed luke’s departure for tour.
you told yourself that you could manage it.
but as you stood there in the airport, hugging luke goodbye, your heart began to break.
“i’ll be back soon i promise,” he says kissing your forehead, “it’s only a couple of months. i will be back before you know it." he assures as he presses a few kisses on your face. you frown, “it’s six months,
lu. that’s half a year.” he nods, “yes, but, i will call and text you every day, kay?" he says, and you nod, "i know..i'll just miss you so much..” your arms are around his waist holding him tightly to your chest.
“shh, i know, sweets.” he sighs, rubbing your back. “the sooner i leave, the sooner ill be back.” he adds, pulling away and looking at you, he kisses your lips once more. “i’ll text you when i land, okay?” “okay..” you sniffle, smiling sadly.
you look into his beautiful blue eyes, “just come back to me, okay?” he nods, “i will. i promise.”
the two of you share one last kiss before he finally pulls away. “i love you, y/n.” “i love you too, lu”
luke turns to leave, hands the desk clerk his passport, then looks back in your direction and sees the tears staining your cheeks. he mouths, "i love you."
“i love you, too” you mouth back and watch as he rounds the corner, disappearing.
luke was staring out the window the entire flight, with only one thought on his mind. you. he reliving the sight of you crying, as he walks away. he remembers all your previous anxieties, those late-night phone calls where you would be crying to him about how much you miss him.
hes wondering if he made the right decision if he's about to lose the one thing that kept him sane in his life.
luke looks at the time one last time, seeing his lock screen, which shows the two of you on the beach standing together as the waves crash on your feet. he groans and turns off his phone before closing his eyes and falling asleep.
the tour seemed to go on forever. the days were endless, and the weeks felt like months. he checked the calendar every time, and only a few days had passed.
three months had passed since he left you at the airport that day. he never stops thinking about how much you must be suffering while he pursues his dreams while you stay at home.
but you know he's doing his best, and you know it must be difficult for him to be away from your friends and family for so long.
luke kept his promise, he called you almost every night, and on the nights he didn’t, he at least texted you. and in the beginning, you were stronger than you thought you would be.
but both of you couldn’t keep pretending like everything was okay.
eventually, it just got to the point where you couldn’t take the pain in your heart, you couldn’t keep staring at the calendar wishing it was the end of the tour.
you would cry almost every night while staring at old photos. showering was getting harder, you had a never-ending stomachache, and it felt like you never had to eat or drink anything.
for weeks, you were doing the same thing. sitting up in bed, crossing your legs beneath your heavy blanket, and rocking back and forth. your hands discovered your hair. it was greasier than you thought. when was the last time you washed it?
you didn’t want to call him, you told yourself you had to be strong and not depend on him.
where was he today? what country was he in? what time was it?
you couldn’t help but think of his voice. his voice which was as smooth as honey, his voice which could lull you to sleep.
luke was also worried about you, each day he was in another time zone and he was just getting further and further away.
the last he heard from you was a few days ago and it was only a few texts. his thumb hovers over your contact, hesitating if he should call you. he finally caved and clicked your number, bringing his phone to his ears.
“hello?” you answer, luke could hear the pain in your voice. “hi, my girl. you okay?” he asks, but you don’t reply for a few seconds.
“luke..” you sob.
“oh..sweets..” he sighs on the other line.
“i..i can’t do this. you’re so far away luke. i can’t keep doing this.” you cry, now you were sat on the floor against your closet door with your knees to your chest. “i haven’t slept in days, lu. i miss you so bad..i just..”
luke’s heart constricts hearing your broken sobs, his eyes squeeze shut trying not to cry. listening to your sobs he knows he shouldn’t have left. “shhh, i know. i know. i’ll be home soon..just..take a few breaths, okay?”
“no, lu. i..i can’t. i’m sorry..” you pull your phone away from your ear and hang up on him. you stare at your phone before dropping it to the floor.
luke does the same, pulling his phone away from his ear and looking at your contact photo. he groans, dropping his head.
he had now lost you.
luke couldn't remember anything after the night you broke up with him, so the rest of the tour was a blur. he was a complete train wreck. he would have starved to death if it hadn't been for the guys forcing him to. they had to take him out of his bus bunk and force him to brush his teeth. the only thing on his mind was you.
he would stay up late at night looking at old pictures of the two of you, listening to your voicemails, and reading old texts. he wants to call you and pour his heart out to you, making up for his mistakes and abandoning you. but he really wants to call you and tell you it's you. that he will always love you and that no one will ever be able to take your place in his heart.
but he doesn’t, because luke is a coward.
forgetting you was almost impossible for luke, he couldn’t get you out of his head. he got so lost in your love, he thought everything was going right. a love that made him forget how badly it hurt when he was away.
luke misses your voice, he misses the light in your eyes, he misses how you would listen to all of his concerns and how you’d tell him sweet nothings to calm him down. luke misses everything about you.
one hundred and eighty-two days had gone and he was finally back on the plane heading home. nothing had changed; he still missed you so deeply that it hurt him. he hadn't seen your face since the end of the relationship. luke can only hope that when he returns, he will be able to work it out with you.
throughout the rest of the tour he had messaged you a few times but you never replied. the last he messaged you was the night before, letting you know he was coming home but it was radio silence from you.
he had hoped that maybe you would show up.
luke steps off the plane and he can only hope and pray that you would be there waiting for him. but when he rounded the corner to baggage claim, his heart sank. you were nowhere to be found.
he collected his bags and continued to the exit, maybe you were waiting for him there?
luke lets the cool breeze hit his face as he looks around but yet again, you are nowhere to be seen. he sighs, rubbing his forehead. “she didn’t show?” he hears ashton ask. “nope..” luke answers, as ashton pats his shoulder. “i’m sorry, mate.” luke nods, and begins to load the van.
“luke?” he swore he heard your voice, but it was probably just because he was jet-lagged. he continued loading his luggage in the van but calum stopped him, “mate..” he said, pointing behind the blond.
luke turns around, his eyes land on your figure which was swallowed in one of his old sweatshirts. “y/n?”
#5sos fan fiction#5sos smut#bartxnhood asks#bartxnhood writes#5sos imagine#5sos fanfic#calum hood angst#luke hemmings fanfic#5sos#luke hemmings x reader
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Ten Things I Hate About You - Inside alphabet
Link to the original alphabet
Link The Ten Things I Hate About You
Authors Note: I’ve referred to the reader as her to make it easier writing wise. Hopefully enjoy?!
Taglist: @valeskafics, @humanpurposes, @watercolorskyy, @omgbrcat @blue-serendipity @arcielee @targaryenbarbie
Warnings: NSFW in places but mainly SFW
This was made by the wonderful @flowerandblood!
A = Anger (do they get mad and how they react to it)
She gets angry at Dibs whenever she does those unethical experiments on her. She also hates the other women when they gossip about her and treat her like a sort of victim. She tends to give cold shoulder and glares. She’s learnt from Ettore not to hide her anger and distaste.
Ettore hates everything with a pulse apart from reader. He has a tendency to either go to the box or if the anger is still there at night he just hate fucks reader till she’s begging him to slow down. (She never does.)
B = Behavior (tics, reflexes, things specific to them)
She tends to scrunch her nose in distaste at things she doesn’t like. She also when nervous fiddles with her hands, scratches herself badly, and even bites her lip so badly it can bleed. Ettores always there though to help her clean up though don’t worry.
He tends to follow her with his eyes if she’s not next to him in the room. Constantly watching her to make sure she’s safe whether she knows he’s following or not, including watching her shower from beyond the mist. He fiddles with her hair which was a very unexpected thing for her.
C = Crying (whether they cry & do what when someone else cries)
She cried at the start of the experiments as she realised she was never going back to earth and will die in space, where quite literally no one will hear her scream. She knows what to do when someone cries, aka comforting them and being there for them.
He cried once, if you could count a tear as crying. This was only as when he confessed finally to her and she said she liked him back. If someone else is crying he will not know what to do. She has never cried in front of him, but if she did he probably would kiss her to distract her from the sadness. Fuck the pain away and all that
D = Despair (who they seek help from first)
Each other as everyone hates them.
E = Enemy (who they hate or argue with most often)
Dibs and the women for the both of them, though Ettore does hold a deep hatred for Monte as he still has the doubts from when he thought Monte may have fucked his property.
F = Friends (do they have and who they consider friends)
Again, only each other. The women sort of turned on reader when she went against their help to get with Ettore, and everyone knows on Ettores past so hate him by default. I think the only neutral party is that other man I think is on the ship, but they would not call him a friend.
G = Gifts (whether they like gifts and give them themselves)
They have no real access to gifts, but doesn’t stop Ettore from teasing reader saying his cocks his gift to her. She rarely makes him little things from a kids craft box that he has under his mattress.
H = Hobby (what they do for pleasure in their free time)
They tease each other till they either are forced to fuck individually in the box or each other in a secluded area. Though reader is sometimes prone to making random shit in the creative box.
I = Idol (their role model)
They have none. There are none
J = Jokes (how they react to jokes and if they laugh)
She is a polite laugher with an awkward smile if anyone tried to make one with her.
Ettore dead stares till they go away. He will not smile nor laugh. He does not care about you, unless you’re reader. Only then will he smile out of respect.
K = Kids (do they want to have them)
She had wanted maybe one or two before the sentence, but after Dibs attempts at creating life she quickly hated the idea of giving the doctor what she wants.
Ettore loves the idea of claiming her by forcing her to get pregnant, but would definitely end up disliking the child and the responsibility. Maybe he’d like the kid when they get to the non-annoying years like teenager, but it’s a stretch. He would though be protective as fuck of it cause it’s a creation from both him and her. He’s obsessed with that concept
L = Love (anything to do with falling in love)
She never fell in love before Ettore. She’s had crushes and lovers and boyfriends and girlfriends but never loved them. It was never a deep connection and never lasted more than at least a year and a half. So when she fell for Ettore it was a very big thing for her.
He never felt love till her. She became the reason for living, and he may never be able to show it in the conventional way, but he shows it with every action he does for her.
M = Manners (how they behave in formal situations)
She knows the basics for what to do in certain situations. She knows to smile and to nod when talking and other stuff. Sometimes those manners go out the door when Ettores around.
He has no manners. He talks when he wants and fucks when he wants. He has no manners at all.
N = Nightmare (their worst nightmare)
Hers would be finally succumbing to Dibs wishes and losing her humanity.
Ettores would be if she died. He’d go batshit crazy and hurt everyone.
O = Origin (their childhood)
She was raised in a nice middle class home. A regular childhood with a nuclear family. She had a nice life till of course, she committed her crime. Went downhill from there really.
Ettore did not have a good childhood. Raised poor and treated like shit. Was not noticed until he forced people to notice him in any way he attempted. If anything, his life got better when he got caught for his crimes.
P = Proximity (what they are like when they are intimate)
Close as possibly. Mouth on mouth, hands on waist, bite marks littering anywhere they can bite. It’s absolutely disgusting yet it’s the most hottest thing they have had in their life.
Q = Quiz (whether they like to play and how)
Ettore and her would like to try primal play as both would enjoy the thrill of the hunt.
In everyday SFW context though she likes playing with those sliding puzzles when she gets bored, Ettore enjoys watching her nimble fingers move.
R = Routine (do they have a daily routine and what is it)
Sleep, eat, fuck, eat, repeat
S = Safety (whether and where they feel safe)
With each other. The actual realisation that each other feels like a home away from home is such a revelation for the two of them when they actual realise it. They get very protective if another person threatens one of them.
T = Touch (who they allow to touch and how)
Only each other. She enjoys the feeling of his surprisingly soft lips against her skin, aswell as the feeling of his hands particularly hitting hard against her skin. She is a masochist after all.
He allows only her, and all of her. He loves the feeling of her warmth against his usually cold skin. It’s addictive to him and he always wants more.
U = Unforgivable (things they would not forgive)
Betrayal. If either fucked another person it is over for them.
V = Vengeance (whether they are vengeful and how)
She is rarely vengeful, but when the women went against her cause she went against them for Ettore, she was not subtle in showing her anger.
He was very vengeful to Monte when he thought he’d fucked you. Glares and harsh shoves in the hallways whenever he could.
W = Warderobe (what they wear, what style they have)
She wears the everyday prison clothing and nothing else.
Ettore wears only underwear and his shorts. He loves wearing no shirt both as a way to show himself off and cause he doesn’t get cold.
Y = Yearning (whether they yearn and how they express it)
She sometimes find herself yearning for Ettores unusual comfort, as it’s the only kind she can get while on the ship.
Ettore yearns for her warmth. It makes him human and while he hates the idea of it he craves it more than anything.
Z = Zone (their comfort zone)
She doesn’t get uncomfortable much, inky really when the women after she fully gave herself to Ettore tried to interrogate her and made her feel like a victim, when she was in fact the most willing. It made her feel small and a victim, which she wasn’t.
Ettore hates confrontation in regard to his feelings. One of the main things he loved about reader was that she was willing to allow him time to think about his feelings and what he wanted.
#ttihay#ten things I hate about you#ten things I hate about you!au#ettore x reader#ettore#ettore/reader#my works#inside alphabet#High life fanfic#high life fanfiction#high life
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Hi!! I just wanna start off by saying that I LOVE all your brienne x r fics! They’re just so comforting!
Anyways I was wondering if you could write a Brienne x female reader who is also a knight? Like maybe Brienne is fighting in a tournament and remains undefeated (obviously) until reader shows up with no one knowing who she actually is and that she’s a lady? (Maybe she’s known as the mysterious knight?)
The two of them go head to head and everyone, including Brienne, is shocked to see that the reader is actually good at fighting and is at the same skill level as Brienne which leads them to tie. Reader then takes her helmet off and everyone is surprised to see another lady? And then maybe Brienne finds the reader afterwards and they have a conversation??
Idk sorry if this doesn’t rly make sense! You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to! :)
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Pairing: Brienne of Tarth x Reader
Word Count: 943
Warning: sword fighting (?)
A/n: I really enjoyed writing this, hope you enjoy reading it just as much!! <3
You had often heard of Brienne or Tarth. She was the only female knight of Westeros. Or so everyone thought. People talked about her either in praising her fights. Telling you that she was undefeated and the strongest and most honourable knight there was. Or they told you that she was a monster, Brienne the Beauty they called her. As a joke, of course. Ever since you had come to Westeros and heard of her, you wanted to meet this frowned-upon and yet admired woman.
So it was no surprise, that you immediately went to participate in the tournament you knew Brienne would also attend. From the side you watched as Brienne defeated one after another participant. Her grace and elegance while fighting impressed you. Rarely had you seen such skill, such knowledge of a sword. Her sword guidance was incredibly precise, and she never failed to hit. The way her feet danced on the ground and her steps showed that she was an expert in sword fighting and probably learned from a very young age on. You were stunned and absolutely mesmerised by this woman, and you hadn't even seen her face yet. Being fully covered throughout the whole tournament.
As it was your turn to face Brienne, the crowd murmured. You were well known, yet none knew your name nor your origin. All around people had given you the name "mysterious knight". And even though everyone had heard about you and your talent, they were shocked to see you standing your ground against Brienne. Brienne included.
The fight began, and even though Brienne was much taller than you and extremely skilled with a sword, you could easily keep up. One lunge from her was met by an empty fade from your side. An attack from behind was blocked with ease through guard of the woman from you.
You danced around each other, neither one backing away, no one yielding and certainly none being defeated. The crowd, you were aware, was probably bored by your performance. They'd like to see a fight, but this. This was a dance, it was art. It reminded you of the reason you had started sword fighting. Of course, to protect you. But also because you had always admired the grace and beauty in it.
For you, it had always been a form of art, rather than a way of hurting people. Of course that came with the job description, and you had accepted it a long time ago.
After having fought and danced around each other for quite some time there was an unspoken agreement between the two of you, made just through slowing movements, that you'd tie it. The crowd was polite enough to give the two of you some applause before they started yelling that you should uncover and reveal yourself.
It was fun being known and unknown at the same time, but you'd much rather have people know your name. So you took off your helmet, your long (h/c) hair falling down your back. The people around you went silent, shock washing over their face.
"Ser (Y/n) (Y/l/n)." You introduced yourself, mainly to Brienne, and bowed. It was fun, seeing the people realise that Brienne wasn't the only female knight in Westeros anymore. You turned to the crowd, bowing again.
"It was my pleasure, entertaining you." With that, and your helmet under the arm, you left.
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You sat in your tent, taking off your armour when someone entered. Looking up you saw a woman with blonde, short hair. A few stray locks falling into her face. You had never seen the face before, but the walk and the armour indicated that it had to be Brienne. You were mesmerised and unable to talk for a moment. Her fighting and sword-guidance was beautiful, but that was nothing compared to the woman in front of you. Her blue eyes felt like and ocean full of stories, full of a lifetime. A lifetime that you wanted to know everything about. You would to tell her every little thing about you if it would mean to know just one thing about her in return.
"Ser (Y/n), I'm-" finding your voice again, you interrupted her.
"You're Ser Brienne of Tarth." She was stunned for a second, not having expected for you to know her name.
"Yes, that's right. I've come to talk about our fight earlier." You were happy she had searched you. For you had desperately wanted to talk to her too. But right now you couldn't appreciate that one bit as you were struggling with taking off your breastplate. You hated taking the armour off on your own, never, not once in your life had you succeeded at doing it gracefully on your own.
"Would you be so kind, and help me? I'd love to talk about the fight, but I really want to take this off first." Brienne's face turned bright red, and she stumbled about her words. Deciding in the end, to just not say anything. But she did help you, albeit hesitant.
After she had found her voice again, she opened the conversation, while taking off your armour.
"I was pleasantly surprised by your skill. I've never met someone before who could keep up with me. Also, it's nice not being the only female knight. It's often frowned upon by people." You gave her a warm smile. You felt that you had a connection with this woman. She said exactly what you were thinking. Having her so close suddenly made you nervous. Her warm breath in your skin, gave you goosebumps. And you felt that this would eventually grow into something beautiful.
#wlw#gwendoline christie#gwendoline christie x reader#brienne of tarth#brienne of tarth x reader#got#game of thrones
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