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skyeslittlecorner · 2 months

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hiyaa!! can i request the king’s reaction to gabriel attempting to kill mc when they aren’t there? he does succeed in slashing their arm a bit, where mc crouches in pain while trying to stop the bleeding.

(your blog is my fav btw i love all of your stuff! <3)

First, let me be a nerd as I explain one thing, because I know that not everyone has been in the fandom from the beginning, and this fact was mentioned in the very first event. Gabriel's scythe kills on touch. It is a gift from god that even kings avoid because just one scratch means death.

I don't know if you were aware of this, dear anon, when you asked for this headcanon (if you wanted a less drastic scenario, please let me know, I'll gladly write a second one!). Get ready for angst.

(And! Thank you for kind words! You have no idea how nice to hear that <;3)

Satan reacted as befitted his sin. Wrath. Rage. Breakdown. A red, thick fog flowed into the streets, only choking the subordinates, but sweeping away the angels. They couldn't stand the mourning that poured out of him, and they died in agony as long as he held your dying body in his arms. This was the only day in the history of Gehenna when the devils lost their will to fight and their king almost followed you into the arms of death, fighting more fiercely than ever before.

You fulfilled your promise. You died to protect Hell. And he failed to protect you. Once you were buried in a beautiful, simple grave, Satan had only one thing on his mind. He promised you that he would be faithful, only yours, for millennia. And he will keep that promise. No lovers, no one-night stands. He couldn't protect you, but he can protect the one you did all this for. Minhyeok and his later children won't even be aware of it, but they have just gained a pure white, red-eyed guardian.

Beelzebub felt you dying rather than saw you. By the time he appeared at your side, it was too late. There was almost no blood flowing, but you both knew that this wound would never heal. He kissed you and whispered soothingly as you died. It was his fault. His damn eternal wandering. If he had stayed, if he had watched you better... You deserved more than being buried among his clones. You should rest with those who, unlike him, did protect you. With your parents. He will show up with your body on Minhyeok's doorstep, hoping that he will get angry and yell at him, but he will only break down in tears over your body. This is not enough for Beelzebub, this is worse than the punishment he expected. He doesn't feel worthy of attending your funeral, but he'll watch from afar anyway.

Your tombstone will always look like new, even for hundreds of years. Intact stone, fresh flowers. There are things that even Beelzebub cannot forget.

Leviathan won't let you die. No, just no. No way. Do not agree. The moment you get hurt, he will catch you in his arms. The face is colder than usual, but the voice is more soothing than ever. "Do not be afraid. You are mine, and I am not letting you go.” He will kiss you one last time and push you into his coffin. Suspended somewhere between worlds, not dead, but not alive either, you will be pushed into eternal sleep, barely remembering who you are.

Leviathan won't stop there, he has to get you back. Only god can save you from death, and if that means this devil has to find him, he will. Anything to get you back to his side. He won't agree to lose another person he loves.

This time Mammon is the spoiled one

MAMMON

The shield you raised could withstand anything - or so you thought, until Gabriel cut through it like a knife through wax. The wound on your forearm was minor. Almost invisible. Still, you stared at it in silence, dazed. You knew what that meant.

A fist sprung in front of your nose a second too late. Shooed the seraph away a second too late. Your life could have been saved. A second too late.

"Master! Are you okay?" Mammon caught up with you and grabbed you in his arms. The grogginess slowly turned into dizziness. You collapsed onto his chest, losing strength.

"He... hurt me." You whispered into his broad chest. His muscles tensed as if ready to attack, but the huge arms lifted you ever so gently. You felt like you were in a huge cradle. The consciousness that slowly drained from your body was glad that it was spending its last moments in these arms.

The king held your limp body for a long time. He couldn't say goodbye to you, he couldn't understand that he had lost you. That you already had left this Hell, and there was nothing he could do about it.

A huge mausoleum was built in the meadow where you died. Gold and silk blinded the inhabitants from afar, outshining the sun itself. Despite the splendor greater than in the palace, everyone considered your tomb to be the poorest place in the world. Mammon visited it every day. He reminded himself that he needed to protect his people better. That he should have protected you better. For the first time in his life he felt real loss.

It was here that Tartaros' greatest treasure was lost.

#whb #what in hell is bad #whb satan #whb beelzebub #whb leviathan #whb mammon #skye's little talk

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mrsmikaelsxn · 11 months

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Tears Of The Sky

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pairing: niklaus mikaelson x female reader

warnings: fluff and kissing, also a pinch of jealous nik

summary: a rainy day with klaus - requested by @viavolterra-wp

a/n: via i'm gonna get to the angst request for klaus but i suck at writing it and i'm trying to come up with something depressing to write about lmao, i hope this fills the void in your soul <3

song: valse sentimentale, op. 51, no. 6 - pyotr ilyich tchaikovsky

You groan as you hear your alarm go off. You contemplate on whether or not you should throw it out the window.

"Shut off the bloody alarm," Klaus says from his spot next to you on the bed.

You reach over and press the stop button before looking outside. A smile makes its way to your face when you see the rain pouring down. You turn and kiss Klaus on the forehead, "Nik, get up, it's raining!"

"So?" He pulls the blankets closer to him, effectively ripping them off your body. After dealing with that for so long, you don't even bother trying to steal them back.

"Well, we can't let a good rainy day go to waste, can we?"

"Of course we can, love."

You roll your eyes and huff as you fall back on the bed, "Well, if you don't get up, I guess I'll have to find someone else to spend the day with. Maybe that brunette Salva-"

In an instant Klaus is up and on top of you on the bed, "I think my company would be better than his anyday," he narrows his eyes at you.

"I don't know about that," you push further, "he was good company that one night a few weeks-"

You are cut off as Klaus starts tickling your sides, "What was that, love?"

You squirm under him as you try to break away, "Nik! I c-can't breathe! Stop! Please!" Your laughs make him smile, showing his beautiful dimples that you love so much.

"Hm, since you asked so nicely," he stops and falls next to you on the mattress. His head is resting on his arm and he looks at you with adoration in his eyes. "You're so beautiful, sweetheart," he whispers.

Your face heats up at the compliment. "I also think you are very pretty, Mr. Scary Original Hybrid."

He grins, "You think I'm scary?"

"Oh, not at all, you are a soft puppy," you take a hand and squeeze his cheeks.

He playfully scoffs and grabs your wrist, "I am not a puppy."

"Sure you aren't. Anyway, I was thinking we could bake some cookies."

"Great idea, love."

You two get out of bed and go to the bathroom. You both brush your teeth, hair, and after having a small water fight, you wash your faces.

You head to the kitchen with Klaus behind you. You grab a bowl and place it on the counter, "Nik, can you grab the butter, flour, eggs, sugar, and chocolate chips."

He nods and gets them while you grab a whisk, pan, and preheat the oven.

"Thank you." You two now add the ingredients into the measuring cups so everything is prepared. "Okay, do you want to do the honor of pouring the first ingredient," you ask him.

"'Course I do," he grabs the flour and holds it over the bowl.

"Pour it slow-"

It was too late. He flipped the cup upside down and although most four stayed in the bowl, there was a good amount now floating in your faces. Klaus and you swat your hands and cought a bit at you breathe in the flower.

"Oops. Now I know for next time," he shrugs.

"Who says you are going to pour it next time?"

"Me-"

"Let's add the softened butter and eggs now," you put them into the bowl and handed Klaus the whisk. "Stir gently, please."

He nods and as he stirs you slowly pour in the sugar and then the chocolate chips.

"Perfect! We can start rolling them and placing them on the pans."

You two roll them into balls and space them out on the baking pans before putting them in the oven. After washing your hands, you and Klaus go into the living room as he picks a movie, "The Parent Trap? Nik, you know me too well."

"What can I say," he grabs a blanket and tosses it onto the couch. You sit down and cuddle with him on the couch as you wait for the cookies to finish.

The timer on the oven goes off and you stand up, place the oven mitts on, and take the two pans out, putting them on the stove. Nik appears next to you and he goes to grab one but you slap his hand away. "No! They are too hot, Nik. You'll burn yourself."

"Pfft, I'm an Original, love. A cookie isn't going to burn me," he goes back to grab one. You sigh and watch in amusement as he places one in this mouth, jumps around while it burns him, rushes to the garbage to spit it out, and then goes to the sink to spray cold water in his mouth.

"What happened to, 'i'M aN oRiGiNaL, lOvE. a CoOkIe IsN't GoInG tO bUrN mE.'"

He crosses his arms and walks out of the kitchen back to the couch. You laugh and follow him to continue the movie while the cookies cool down.

Now you were laying on a couch in Klaus' art room as he painted you. "Nikkkk, this is taking forever," you groan.

"Don't move, love. I'm almost done."

You think for a moment, "Isn't the butterfly effect crazy?"

He lets out a deep sigh, "Not this again, love. Last time you made my brain hurt."

"It's just like, interesting to think about. If I take one step in another direction, that changes my whole life. That brought me to thinking about other dimensions."

"Other dimensions?"

"Yeah. I heard somewhere that there could be other dimensions where there is every other choice you could possibly have made. That's a lot of dimensions."

"I'm confused," Klaus glances at you and continues to paint.

"Here's an easy example, if there was a fork in the road and I chose one choice option, in another dimension I would have chosen the other."

"Ohh, that makes sense."

"Yeah, so then I was like, wondering if there are several versions on ourselves living on earth in the same timeline."

Klaus drops his head, "Sweetheart, I don't know how much more my brain can handle."

"Okay, I'll save that one for another day. It's hard to explain anyway."

"I'll hold you to that, love. I just finished anyway, come and see," he says excitedly. Although he has hundreds of drawings and paintings of you, he gets just as excited to show you them each time.

You head over to where he was sitting in front of his canvas, "Nik! It's stunning!"

"Not as stunning as you," he winks at you.

"I love it, Nik."

"And I love you," he pulls you to him and places his lips on yours. You pull back after a bit and leave him in a daze.

It's now afternoon time and Klaus said he was going to take you out to dinner. He told you to dress up but you were stuck on picking a dress. There was only one person you could call for help on this matter.

You go and grab your phone, scrolling through the contacts, before calling the number. After about two rings, the call is picked up.

"Bex!"

"Hello, angel," you hear the voice of your best friend come through the phone.

"Bekah, I miss you so much."

"I miss you, too. Is Nik being tolerable? If not I can come and rescue you and we could run away together."

"Yes he is, but I'll take up that offer any day."

"Great! I'll start planning."

"Before you do that, I need your help. Nik is taking me to dinner and I can't pick a dress. I have three top choices but I need you to pick from them, please," you say while grab a perfume you are going to put on.

"Sure! Send me seperate pictures of each one and I'll text you which one I think you should wear."

"Thank you! You're a lifesaver, I love you so much."

"Love you, too. Call me again soon!"

"Of course, bye Bex."

You hand up the phone and send pictures of the dresses. A minute later you get a response from her and you smile. You throw on the dress she picked and you go into the bathroom to do your hair and makeup.

You finish getting ready and put your heels on. You go downstairs and see Klaus on the couch waiting for you. He hears you and turns, he has you clench his jaw to keep it from dropping.

"Are you ready to go, Nik?" You stroll towards him and grab his hand.

He blushes and stutters out a yes. He grabs his car keys and you grab a large umbrella. Klaus grabs you by the waist and speeds you both into the car so you were barely wet.

On the drive there, Klaus let you choose the music - which barely ever happens. You, of course, took that to your advantage.

You get into the diner and the waiter takes you to a booth. You order drinks and Klaus glare as the waiter as he takes your food order.

He walks away nervously and you put your head on your hand as your elbow rests on the table.

"Is it really necessary to glare at the poor boy?"

"Yes it was. He was staring at you."

"Usually when you are talking to a person, you look at them."

"He was stuttering."

"Probably because you were scaring him."

"But-"

"You get jealous too often."

"I can't help it, you are too gorgeous."

"I promise you that you don't have to get jealous, Nik. I love you," you smile at him.

"I love you, too," he grumbles.

The waiter comes back with your food, "H-here you go, enjoy."

You smile at the boy and whisper, "Sorry about him."

He nods and smiles back before walking away.

After Nik pays for the dinner, you too go back to the car. Once you arrive back home, Klaus carries you inside and speeds you to your shared room.

He tosses you onto the bed and goes on top of you. He kisses you so passionately that it speaks so many words.

You tug on his hair in the back and he puts a hand on your waist and one resting on the bed next to your head.

He bites your bottom lip and slides his tongue against it. You open your mouth and move your tongues against one another. You both pull back breathlessly after a few minutes.

"I've been waiting for that all night," Klaus says.

"Of course you have. Do you want to get ready for bed?"

"Sure," he kisses your cheek and rolls off of you.

Klaus speeds to the bathroom across the hall to get ready and you use the one in this room. You take off the makeup and jewelry. You do your nighttime routine and throw on one of Klaus' shirts and a new pair of underwear.

You hop into bed and pull the cover over you. Klaus joins you and you hand him the remote, "You can pick what we watch this time."

"Hmm, decisions, decisions."

He finally picks a movie and you are surprised to see it was Twilight. "You enjoyed the movie?" You recall back to when you introduced him to the saga and he seemed like he hated it the whole time.

"Not exactly, but it's fun seeing the way they made vampires and werewolves."

"Touché."

You lay your head on Klaus' chest while he plays with your hair. Your eyes flutter shut about an hour and a half into the movie. He kisses your head and whispers, "Goodnight, my love," before falling asleep.

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suskz · 13 days

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Guess who’s back~

hello my lovely angel <3

I was gonna recommend anonymously again but we need the pic.

so. Remember when chan broke us with this:

I was thinking about what if chan, like, handcuffed you to the bed? Being all rough and shit. Yep. I’m ill lol. So I was just wondering if you weren’t too busy if a fic/drabbles on the table? have a good day/night

remember to eat and drink water💕💕💕

Hi sweetie ♡

Need to say that rough sex with Chan has me on my knees 🛐

I’m sorry that it took so long for it to be finished. I rewrote ur ask like 3 times cuz I didn’t like the way it was coming out lol.

Then I found the right idea, but I’m not totally satisfied with how I wrote it in some parts. Still hope you like it!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

pairing: Bang Chan x fem!Reader

w/c: 2,5k

tw: smut ; rough sex ; dirty talk ; degradation kink ; praising kink ; choking ; handcuffing ; established relationship ; clit play ; it’s not specified, but there are safe-words between them, anyway reader doesn’t use any of them ; bruises.

When you see them, your eyes cling to the shiny pink metal you just found at the bottom of your boyfriend’s closet.

You take them and you turn them over in your hands, observing them carefully. It’s part of the toys he’s used in the past, just not with you.

Your relationship is quite new, and you haven't really discussed your sexual preferences yet. In fact, you're still discovering them, being new to your first romantic relationship. But the way your heart beats faster, your cheeks flush, and you feel a certain tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach at the images that come to mind at the thought of what he might do with those handcuffs, it leaves you with some questions.

But when you hear his voice calling you, you realize you've paused too long. You place them back in their spot and pick up the light white blanket he asked you to retrieve, which had been covering the heart-shaped handcuffs you've just discovered.

When you return to the living room, he’s putting the movie on TV. After cuddling up on the couch, with him half-lying down and you on top of him, covering yourselves with the blanket, he makes it start.

But you can't focus on it because of your previous discovery. Your desire to try it is so high. You think it's time to try introducing something new into sex, and that could be a good start. The only thing left to do is to ask. If only it were that simple.

"Channie…" his name escapes from your lips before you can rethink.

"Mh?" he directs his attention to you without taking his eyes off the TV.

Only when you raise your head to look at him does he do the same, locking eyes with yours.

"Well..." you say, unsure, "I found a c-couple of handcuffs under this blanket, in your closet," your voice comes out more stuttering than you want it to.

"Oh," he says surprised; he doesn't remember leaving them there, "I must have left them there by mistake, I'll put them back in place another time; thanks for telling me, I guess," he observes you closely, "Is there something wrong?".

"Uh... well," there's a small moment of silence, and finally you find the courage to tell him, "I thought we could try them." you take your eyes away from his, looking down, and you're thankful that there's no light in the room other than the one emitted by the TV because you feel your cheeks and ears start to burn.

The movie is long forgotten, and you expect questions from him, but he simply nods. He places two fingers under your chin and lifts your head so you can look him in the eyes, "Do you want to try now?".

"I mean, if you want to...".

"I want it," he replies immediately, "Now, be a good girl and go to the bedroom to undress while I tidy up here, okay?"

You nod quickly and head to the bedroom. You hear some noise in the living room and figure Chan is rearranging things while waiting for you to be ready for him.

You get rid of your pants and shirt, remaining only in your underwear, since you're not wearing a bra. You wonder if you should also take off your panties, but then you remember how much he enjoys touching you over them and seeing them get wet for him, so you keep them on.

You take the handcuffs from the closet and place them on the bed next to where you sit cross-legged, waiting for him.

And a few minutes later, you hear the door of the room open and you raise your head in his direction.

He pauses for a moment at the door, gazing at you, and his lips curl into a smirk. You feel your cheeks warm slightly as you watch him approach you.

He reaches you on the bed and positions himself over you, making you slide back until you're lying beneath him.

"I told you to undress completely, didn’t I?" he looks into your eyes, and before you can respond, one of his hands firmly grabs your inner thigh and you gasp slightly at the sudden touch, "But I won’t complain." He leans in over you and captures your lips with his.

He kisses you deeply and slowly, exploring your mouth with his tongue and intertwining it with yours. The room would be completely enveloped in silence if not for the subtle slurp of your tongues intertwining and the soft sighs escaping from your lips.

His hand that was on your tigh now begins to go up your body, brushing your core with his thumb in the process, continuing up your stomach and stopping at your breast, which he grasps, making sure to have your nipple between two of his fingers. He brings his two fingers together slightly to pinch it lightly, and the slight moan he elicits from you makes him repeat the action.

He breaks away from the kiss only for a moment; while his thumb teases your nipple, his other hand grips your inner thigh to open your legs further and lower his hips onto yours, pressing gently, which becomes rougher as you resume kissing, making both of you moan and making you feel how hard he is in his pants.

Before pulling away, he bites your lip, and then you look into each other’s eyes, breathing heavily. Your lips are red and swollen from the kiss, and he smiles, looking at you.

Finally, one of his hands reaches your most intimate part, sliding his thumb along it, feeling how wet you’ve made your panties, “Did I get you all worked up without even touching you properly?” he teases you.

You give him a fiery look, “The situation here tells me the same about you.” You reach for the crotch of his pants, grabbing and squeezing it, making him gasp. He returns your gaze and lightly slaps your pussy before lifting his body from yours, still remaining between your legs.

His gaze falls on the handcuffs next to you, and he takes them in his hands, observing them. “You’re just waiting for the moment when I fuck you with these, aren’t you?” he huffs a little chuckle through his nose. “First choking, now these; you like being submissive, huh? Leaving me in control of everything.” there’s a slight edge in his voice that shows how truly turned up he is. Just the fact that you’re trusting him so much, letting him have total control of your body, makes his mind slightly dizzy.

He looks at you and sees the desperation now colouring your features. “Now, face down, ass up”.

You do as you’re told, turning over and raising your ass, and putting your forearms on the bed to keep yourself slightly up so that your face isn’t pressed into the pillow. But without warning, his hands grab your arms and put them behind your back. You feel his hand just above your wrist, and then cold metal touching your skin, and you feel a shiver run through your entire body at the sensation.

His hand tightens its grip on your hip while the thumb of the other presses against your entrance, making your panties even wetter, then he pulls them down to your ankles. He would like to play with you a bit more, but he doesn’t feel that patient right now.

He lowers his pants and boxers just enough to pull out his cock, and you feel arousal coursing through your entire body at the thought of him fucking you with his clothes still on while you’re completely naked underneath him at his mercy.

He grabs the underside of your asscheeks —and beginning of your thighs—, spreading them apart and taking a good look at your hole clenching around nothing; then, one of his hands breaks away from your skin to slide two of his fingers inside, making you whimper.

You move your hips back and forth to the rhythm of his fingers, which is fucking slow, but his other hand tightens harder where it grips your skin, as a warning. And you hope it bruises.

He pulls them out and wipes them on one of your cheeks, and without any warning, he enters you in one swift motion, immediately starting to move without giving you time to settle properly.

“S-slow down—“ you ask him breathlessly, but he doesn’t.

“This is what you want, isn’t it?” his breath is heavy, “To be tied up and used the way I like, huh?”. At his words, you clench around his cock, making him moan and grip your hips tightly.

He lowers himself onto you and rests his hands on the bed. Your face is pressed into the pillows as you try to stifle your moans. But it’s difficult with the way his cock moves so skilfully inside you, hitting your weak spots, making it so hard to hold back that you’re breathless and think about asking him to stop for a moment. You’re not usually so shy and never try to hold back your moans, but this time is different, maybe because of the handcuffs? You don’t even know.

But he notices. He stops, slides an arm under your breast, and lifts your body. His other hand grabs the headboard of the bed for balance.

His tongue licks that patch of skin behind your ear where you’re sensitive, “Why aren’t you making yourself heard?” he whispers and starts moving again, “I want to hear how good I make you feel, so don’t you dare hold back again.” it sounds like a threat, but you ignore that as his movements become faster than before, and soon he makes you fall back onto the bed, with half of your face on the pillows but your nose and mouth free, and this time you make yourself heard loud and clear.

“Good girl.” if the nickname didn’t make you moan loudly enough, his hand gripping your nape to choke you and push your head down definitely did.

With every thrust, you feel yourself on the verge of coming and you fucking love this so much.

Suddenly, you feel him stop, and your wrists are freed; but you don’t have time to understand what’s happening or to complain before he pulls his cock out of you and you’re turned onto your back.

He takes your arms and brings them to the headboard of the bed, where he puts the handcuffs back on you, securing them to it.

And then, he looks at you.

He observes your entire body, from your tear-streaked face with saliva-coated lips, to your wet, stretched out pussy, begging to be filled again.

Finally, your brain starts to reason again, and if possible, your cheeks flush an even deeper red. You feel exposed. You want to cover yourself with your arms, and you try, but the metallic noise that comes out reminds you of the situation you’re in. You try to close your legs —as much as you can with him in between them— but his hands roughly grasp your inner thighs, spreading them apart again.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he hives you a disapproving look, “Why should you hide from me, huh?” He seems annoyed, mad, and you shrink under his judgmental gaze. “I don’t think you deserve my dick inside you again. Maybe I should leave you like this: handcuffed to the bed, naked and needy for the rest of the night. What do you think about that?”.

You feel like crying at his words. He couldn’t really do that, could he?

You shake your head quickly.

“Obviously, a slut like you just wants to be filled with dick all the time,” he takes his cock in hand and slaps the tip against your clit, and as you moan freely, he suppresses the groan that tries to escape his lips. “isn’t that right?”.

“Please.”

“Please what?” he responds coldly, looking down on you.

“Put it in, please.” you beg him, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“What if I don’t?”.

You feel tears of frustration forming at the corners of your eyes, “Channie…”

He slaps his tip against your clit again, drags it to your hole, “You’ll cry if I don’t put it in, won’t you? What a crybaby.”, and then he finally pushes it in.

He starts thrusting into you again, a little slower this time, but deeper than before.

Again, you feel the need to grab onto something, anything, but you can’t, and this makes you frustrated.

He places his hand on your stomach and presses, “Feel it” he moans, “feel my cock pushing inside you”. When your mind registers his words and you glance down at his hand, he removes it, and you can clearly see the outline of his cock bulging from your belly.

This is what makes you both feel close to the edge.

Chan feels he can’t hold out much longer. His hand reaches down where your bodies meet and takes your clit between two fingers, lightly pinching it.

"Are you about to come? Huh? You want to come, don’t you?".

"Please, daddy please." Your eyes are closed and your head thrown back into the pillows, so you don't see the way his face tightens at your words. A loud groan leaves his lips and your walls are painted with white spurts of hot cum. You follow right after him.

You don't realize you've blacked out for a while until you open your eyes and see Chan filling your chest and shoulders with sweet kisses.

He looks at you, and finally his gaze is soft and relaxed, “How was it?” he asks you attentively.

You smile, “Amazing, as always”.

“Good.” He kisses you sweetly on the lips.

Afterward, he takes a warm cloth and cleans you, puts another pair of underwear on you, and one of his shirts simply because he likes to see you wearing his stuff, while he puts on his boxers.

He applies a soothing lotion on your wrists as you talk about how you felt, and finally, he lies down in bed with you, covering both of you with the blanket.

You rest your head on his chest, and the sound of his heartbeat relaxes you as he strokes your hair.

“Was I too rough?” he asks, needing to make sure you don’t feel any pain.

“A bit, but I also liked it because of that”.

"I wasn’t too mean, right? Everything was good?" he's sure you would have told him if it was too much for you, but he still feels the need to hear confirmation from you that everything is okay.

“No, everything was perfect, baby, don't worry," you stroke his side.

“Good," he says, feeling more relaxed, "sleep now." he caresses your shoulder.

You already feel your eyes can't stay open any longer, but you still lift your head to give him a goodnight kiss.

And you fall asleep like that, in each other's arms, in the relaxing silence of the night and the sound of your hearts beating for each other.

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getodrools · 26 days

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FIRST TIME OUUUUU IM JUMPING

now of course, choso is gonna propose to have his first time at your place! i mean, as much as he would LOVE to stain his sheets with your juices — n most likely not clean it for a few days but he figured a cute, popular girl like him would see his electric guitar and band posters and run instantly, poor sweets is so insecure :( and doesn't know you're into emo boys like that, which is why he practically won the lottery when you picked him as your new fuck buddy <3

anyways, from the moment you bent over in front of him to grab some condoms in your drawer and he gets a glimpse of your lace hello kitty panties, he's practically frothing at the mouth!!! he's practically drunk — and you haven't even started : ( you start undressing?? he's done for. girls, body, sex, his dirty fantasies coming true!! he was fighting the urge to pull out his cock and start fucking you right there but woah !! breathe, choso, for once have some decorum.

choso has no idea what he’s doing, but he knows he wants to touch you. sweet thing, he asks if he can touch you as if you were a goddess and as soon as you giggle a “of course, silly!” his hands are everywhere. ass, thighs, waist, tits, God is his hands and mouth latched on your tits!!! your little mews only edge him on further, he was sad when no milk came out :((((( maybe he’ll just have to marry you and get you pregnant so he can taste more of your juices! a loser can dream. but he’ll jerk off to that later, it’s time for the real thing.

little did you know choso came in his pants just from you making out with him. your glossy lips on his, the feeling of your clothed cunt grazing oh so gently over his massive buldge, he couldnt help it !! when you tease him for it, blood goes straight to his dick. he is harddd, and pretty boy can’t wait any longer so he begs to go inside and of course you comply.

i almsot forgot foreplay, he knew how big he was and he didn’t want to see his precious (hopefully) sweet girl in pain, so he eats you out. he’s never been two inches close to pussy before, so best believe hes lapping your juices with his tongue piercing, eating you out and overstimulating you to the max before you have to pull his hair and make him move away, which turns him on (hair pulling kinkkk!). his brain is hayware like the sound when you win the lottery, because he managed to make you squirt. cha-ching !! he’s so putting that in his diary.

he almost got carried away in the process, almost. don’t forget this is choso, he may be the one fucking but he’ll follow your orders like a dog if it means he’ll feel you cum on his dick. “c-choso, faster please!” and instantly, he mutters a “fuck— yes ma’am . . !” and before you know it, he’s basically bullying your pretty pussy :< rutting into you, the both of you chase your high and the click of realisation to pull out just barely hits him, his cum now all over your precious tits, your own seeping out of you beautifully, and he gets down to lick it up the globs. oh but of courseeee, he asks to take a picture of your cum covered tits, and mentally cheers when you say yes. that’s definitely being printed and placed on his wall !! hes thank you over and over again, and you cant help but want to go for another round at the praise :3

after it’s all done, while he’s changing, you ask him where the underwear he hastily removed from you has wandered off to ! where could it have possibly gone !? the boy pulls an innocent facade and shrugs an “hmm.. i-i’m not too sure”, as if it is currently stuffed in his jeans, but like the complete ditz you are, and you pay no mind > 0 < and thank God you dont!’ now pervy degenerate choso can jerk off at home to it almost every night :)

but there’s noooooo need, when you set fireworks off in his head when you kiss his cheek and propose to do this again.

hope you enjoyed this, that’s all i got ! nighty nighttt !

— pearl anon <3

okaaaaaaaay I GASPED— literally screaming directly at my phone, tongue out, shaking, frothing omfg ?? pls tell me ur a fanfic writer ‘cause this is so 🤯

also, i just loveeeved how u added emo choso having a tongue-piercing –> AGREED. and him saying, yes ma'am ??? dropped to my knees. i luv when guys say that ??? LMAO… ur rotting my brain pearl ! ! now im wondering if choso would make up things, like “having your pussy licked boosts brain activity.” after easily getting away with ur panties ?1?1?

this was so JUICY to read, THANK YOU. ♡

#📮 [ nonnie : pearl ]#💬 𝐓𝐗𝐓.#ohhhhhgosh #i love this #i hope ur dreams are just of this #so realistic too 🫂#♡♡♡#choso smut #ᝰ choso kamo!

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bunni-v1 · 6 months

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Hello! I hope you're doing well. Can I ask SFW Alphabet for Jade? Feel free to pick alphabets of your choosing as I wouldn't like to break your finger! Thanks in advance <3

🍓You are the only person who wanted sfw with Jade! It's so wild because he was the most requested but it was all nsfw. I wasn't aware of how popular Jade was in comparison to Floyd and Azul. I supposed that's my own personal bias lol.

A - Affection: Hmmm... Jade is an oddball. See, he is not nearly as outwardly affectionate as Floyd, in fact, he's pretty standoffish, so you'd expect him to not be all that affectionate. It's the opposite though. He's always showing you that he loves you in some way, just in his own way. He compliments you, hovers around you, and keeps a hand on your back when he can. The best way to tell, however, is the way he looks at you. It's just so soft and sweet and loving.

B - Best friend: Answered here

C - Cuddles: Jade does love cuddles! He doesn't have some special reason for it, he just likes them. He likes being close to you and this is the easiest way to do it. He likely won't cuddle you in public (who does that anyway?), but he's more than happy to cuddle you when it's just you two and a few people you know. He also uses it as an excuse to tickle you or to get himself out of work. If you refuse him he pouts at you until you give in. (He's worse than Floyd I s2g)

D - Domestic: Believe it or not, all Jade wants to do is settle down. He doesn't want a boring life or anything, but he wants a little domestic life with you. He enjoys housework, and he dreams of having his own little room for all his terrariums that he can care for after a long day of work. He'd love for both of you to come home after a long day of work and be able to see each other. Cook dinner together, dance together in the glow of the kitchen light, and do all that cutesy romantic shit together.

E - Ending: Jade is very factual about everything, and he knows how badly it hurts. He points out everything you did wrong. All the times you upset him, how he feels so unseen, how much you hurt his heart so many times. He knows that 90% of what he's saying is exaggerated, but he doesn't care. He lost interest, and he has no reason to stick around waiting for you to be fun again.

F - Fiance(e): Marriage isn't something he actively thinks about, but he does like the idea of it. It's just such a strong bond keeping two people together, quite poetic. Now, if Jade is proposing to you it's not for shits and giggles. Yes, he's a tease and an asshole, but he's not going to waste his time on a proposal to someone he doesn't actually see a future with.

G - Gentle: He's... uhm... something. He's not like, tossing you around and trying to hurt you, he just teases you a little too much. Like, yeah he's a very mean person and he knows what he says hurts, but he's not trying to hurt all the time. He likes to poke fun at you, and sometimes he can take it too far. He's a man though, he can suck it up and apologize when he messes up. Physically, however, he's pretty gentle. He doesn't forget his strength, so he's extra cautious when he's touching you. Sevens forbid he hurts his love.

H - Hugs: Like I said, he likes being close to you, so he loves hugs. He's not hanging off you all the time like Floyd, but he's not nearly as flaky about it as Azul. He hugs you when he gets the urge to, that's it. His favorite thing to do is to creep up behind you and wrap you into a big warm back hug.

I - I love you: Jade is pretty calculated about everything he does, he thinks about everything that happens so he can remain in control. With saying I love you, that's a big commitment, and he has to think it through. He wants to be sure he actually does love you, and he isn't pulling both of you into a mess for later. He ends up dropping it one day, seemingly out of nowhere, when you're helping him take care of his terrariums. He turns to look at you, smiles, and just says it. It's cute and unexpected from Jade. For him, he'd been meaning to tell you this whole time, it's just now he was able to get it out.

J - Jealousy: Answered here

K - Kisses: Jade kisses you a lot more than you'd expect. He's not all over you like Floyd is, but he does love sneaking a kiss or two where he can. He does these little drive-by cheek kisses that always leave you and whoever you're talking to flustered. Sometimes, if he's in a mood, he'll full stop, grab your face and kiss you, then walk away like nothing happened.

L - Little ones: Jade adores kids. They are just the most interesting, odd little creatures on earth. They have no filter, they speak their mind, and they're very cute. He wants at least one kid, just to raise them up and experience raising one as his own. A second would be nice, so the first doesn't get lonely. He just likes the idea of hanging out with a kid and being able to watch them grow with his help.

M - Morning: Jade wakes up early, not to really do much of anything, he just naturally wakes up early. He spends most of that time just watching you rest. You always wake up to him smiling at you, playing with your hair, and just being a sweetheart. You get ready side by side, and he continues to watch you as you get dressed and ready for the day.

N - Night: Jade likes to go to bed at a reasonable time. A lot of nights with him are particularly relaxing. He makes both of you tea as you settle and get ready for bed. Then, you snuggle up to each other and read or talk until the two of you are ready to fall asleep in each other's arms.

O - Open: Jade isn't particularly closed off, but he's not an open book. It takes him a little while to be sure he wants to open up, and when he does decide he's ready he starts dropping little things. He lets you figure things out for yourself, and if you ask questions he answers, but it's slow. You get to know each other over a long period of time, but it's pretty eye-opening for why he acts the way he acts.

P - Patience: I feel it's hard to get Jade to the point of anger. He's a pretty relaxed person all things considered, and he takes most bad things that happen as a chip off the shoulder. However, if you wanna piss him off, mess with his terrariums. He works so hard on those, they are his things, and if you mess them up on purpose... you're gonna be in a world of hell.

Q - Quizzes: Jade is the kind of person who memorizes everything there is to know about their partner but acts like he doesn't. Like you can bring something up that you mentioned and he acts all confused and surprised, only to later reveal that he'd known all along and had been planning a fun little surprise for the both of you. He does that a lot on anniversaries, and he always manages to surprise you.

R - Remember: It's probably your first anniversary together. He plays his little forgetting game, and you spend the whole day pouting and upset trying to get him to notice. You almost give up on having a cute date when he invites you to the Monstro Lounge. When you walk in, the place has been set up for a two-person date for both of you. All your favorite foods and sweets laid out on the table for you to enjoy, and enough space for you two to sway to the music. The look of delight and surprise on your face was enough to make Jade's heart race.

S - Security: Jade is about as protective as you'd expect. That is, very protective. He doesn't have to worry most of the time, because who in their right mind gets on the Octanivelle trio's bad side, but he always has his eye out for someone who wants to cause you trouble. If someone does, they better start believing there's an afterlife, cause they're about to get really close to seeing it.

T - Try: He puts a lot of effort into anything he does for you, it's just rarely obvious that he does. He isn't a showy person until he wants to be. He plans everything out very well, and he always manages to outdo himself every single time. He doesn't spend tons of money, but he spends a lot of time and effort into making things just right for the both of you.

U - Ugly: He stares. A lot. It's usually flattering and he's looking at you so gently and with so much love. Sometimes, though, he's quite creepy. He just sits there and watches you without really blinking or doing much of anything else.

V - Vanity: He isn't too concerned. He ensures that he's nice and straightened out; he ensures that he's clean and looks good, but he doesn't care that much. All of that is just for appearances, he doesn't actually care about what others think about him, he just wants to appear that way.

W - Whole: I don't think he would feel incomplete without you. He misses you, sure, but he is his own person and you are yours. You and he have lives away from each other, and in the end, you're loyal to each other so there's no reason to feel incomplete.

X - Xtra: This isn't revolutionary or anything, but I think Jade just generally likes to garden. He specifically like cultivating mushrooms, but he loves to just garden. There's something so peaceful about it. When he owns his own home, he will have a very large flourishing garden.

Y - Yuck: He doesn't like people who aren't interested in him in the same way he's interested in him. If he wants to get to know you, but you have no interest in his hobbies and the things he does, he doesn't want a relationship.

Z - Zzz: Jade is another person who sleeps like a corpse. He's so stiff, but you can move him around to get comfortable this time. He lays flat on his back, arms crossed over his body, and he breathes very quiet. It's very disturbing to look at lol.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁#jade leech #jade leech x reader

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sadquickchristmassnowman · 6 months

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hey so i’m new to the community fandom and i really love trobed. i was wondering what was your trobed centric episode masterlist like? or if it’s possible, is there a way to send me the post? sorry i’m new to tumblr so i’m still learning how this app works. if you see this, thanks :)

hi, welcome! I've found that community tumblr is probably my favorite fandom space I've ever been involved in, and I hope you've had a good experience so far. I totally get the New App Learning Curve thing, I'm historically very shit at learning how to use new apps, even though I'm "young" (20), but I eventually got it and you will too, Trust 👍👍👍

anyway, Yes one of the first things I did on here after joining was make a trobed-centric episode masterlist for someone who was asking lmfao. since it was one of the First things I did there's some formatting and other things I'd do differently now, and I've actually been looking for an excuse to go ahead and get that done, so. here we go.

the trobed-centric episode masterlist (revamped)

1x05: advanced criminal law

plot B

abed takes the "friends mess with each other" rule too far; he creates a whole fake language and spends a lot of money on trying to convince troy that he is an alien

"from now on, abed, friends don't mess with each other"

(this is the first time they do their signature handshake)

1/5 gayness, pretty platonic

1x10: environmental science

plot B

it's the "somewhere out there" episode what more do I need to say

3/5 gayness, something's happening fs

1x11: the politics of human sexuality

plot C

abed keeps beating troy in athletic competitions, making troy feel threatened. he eventually admits that abed is the better athlete and they make up

2/5 gayness, pretty platonic but it has its moments

1x22: the art of discourse

plot C

troy and abed work to complete abed's list of quintessential freshman year of college experiences list

2/5 gayness, they repeatedly put completing the list above looking cool in front of women

1x25: pascal's triangle revisited

plot C

troy is moving out of his dad's house and wants to move in with abed, but abed says no because he's afraid being that close and spending that much time together will result in constant annoyance, and will destroy their friendship

troy realizes that "too much of a good thing can be bad" and instead agrees to move in with pierce

1/5 gayness

2x02: accounting for lawyers

part of plot A

jeff gets sucked back into his old life as he reconnects with alan, a coworker from his old law firm. troy, abed, and annie try to gather proof that jeff's friend is the one who got him fired in the first place

more trobedison centric, and is actually the first episode where the three of them are established as a Trio™

"all I heard was suck" "YOU CHLOROFORMED THE JANITOR" "I usually have one foot out of reality and even I'm freaking out right now"

1/5 gayness, pretty platonic. they're the sillies ever I love trobedison

2x06: epidemiology

part of plot A

it's the zombie episode, come ON

trobed have coordinating costumes but troy bails during the party because he doesn't want to look lame and nerdy in front of women, which hurts abed's feelings

abed sacrifices himself to save troy once they are the last two standing during the "rabies pathogen" breakout

"I love you" "I know" (oh my GODDD sedate me)

5/5 gayness. you get it.

2x09: conspiracy theories and interior design

plot B

the original blanket fort 💯💯💯

2/5 gayness, just guys bein silly (and in love???)

2x15: early 21st century romanticism

plot B

troy and abed fall for the same girl and decide to take her to the valentine's dance together, after which she can decide which one of them she wants to date

she picks troy, but troy gets upset that she didn't pick abed (because why wouldn't she pick abed, he's so cool) and breaks it off almost immediately

I"happy valentine's day" "it is now"

5/5 gayness jesus christ this one is INSANE

2x18: custody law and eastern european diplomacy

plot B

britta likes troy and abed's new friend, lukka, who she finds out is a literal war criminal. she keeps this information from troy and abed because she doesn't want to ruin their friendship with him, but they find out eventually

2/5 gayness they're attached at the hip in this one

2x19: critical film studies

random moments

this episode is more focused on jeff and abed, but there's a lot of classic Troy Gets Jealous™ moments so I decided to include it. plus the end tag is them randomly having dinner together at the fancy restaurant (a date 😔)

basically troy is afraid that jeff is a cooler friend to abed than him

3/5 gayness even though they barely interact, troy is so silly

2x20: competitive wine tasting

part of plot B

I almost didn't include this one, and it's not even on my original list, but whatever

troy pretends to be traumatized, originally to seem less shallow in his acting class, but he keeps it going in order to attract britta. he tells abed about it and abed Does Not Like That At All

"troy. nothing good can come of this"

I wouldn't call abed being jealous a Rare Occurrence but he generally conceals it way better than troy does

2/5 gayness, could be interpreted as abed just worried about relationships forming under false pretense, but to Me he's jealous

2x22: applied anthropology and culinary arts

plot C

pierce buys the rights to troy and abed's handshake (a la Indecent Proposal) which "corrupts" it

"pierce tainted our special handshake with his blood money and now we can't get the magic baaaack :((((("

eventually they do indeed get the magic back

3/5 gayness idk there's something about the way they interact in this one that is inexplicably gay to me lmao

3x01: biology 101

plot C plus random moments

"speaking of figuring things out, me and abed have an announcement" "..." "troy and I are living together :D"

cougartown gets moved to midseason, then cougarton abbey ends after 6 episodes, abed's routine keeps getting thrown off, and troy is just extremely supportive and protective throughout

4/5 gayness troy loves him a lot!!!!!!

3x03: remedial chaos theory

random moments

(I know this ep is listed as 3x04 on streaming services but in canon it takes place here and on the dvds it's listed as 3x03. there's a joke about it in the episode too if you didn't know. anyway)

"troy and abed's new apartment!!!" "bienvenido a la casa chez trobed!" "wanna stay up all night talking in our bunk beds?"

all their pictures on the wall and their matching suits lol

the end tag "evil troy and evil abed" & troy's soft "what's wrong :("

3/5 gayness they're lowkey married your honor

3x05: horror fiction in seven spooky steps

random moments

troy's whole story he tells where they Literally become attached at the hip

"my partner"

troy dancing while abed's humming daybreak

2/5 gayness

3x06: advanced gay

plot B

troy deciding whether he wants to do plumbing or air conditioning and deciding all he really wants to do is watch tv with abed

gay symbolism? gay symbolism? gay symbolism?

4/5 gayness mostly for the conversation at the hawthorne wipes gathering. I could write an essay on just that

3x07: studies in modern movement

plot A

annie moves in with troy and abed. very trobedison centric

"kiss me woodsman troy!"

3/5 gayness once again casually in love they're soulmates your honor

3x09: foosball and nocturnal vigilantism

plot B

annie breaks abed's $200 special edition dark knight dvd set on accident, trobedison shenanigans ensue yippee!!!

"awww is that the grappling hook I got you for christmas???"

3/5 gayness for the same reasons as before

3x10: regional holiday music

part of plot A

literally putting this on here just because of the christmas infiltration rap (and baby boomer santa)

3/5 gayness it's glee club what can you do

3x11: contemporary impressionists

plot A

(once again, I know this episode is listed as 3x12 on streaming services, but in canon it's supposed to chronologically be here, and is listed as 3x11 on the dvds)

the study group helps abed pay off his debts to a celebrity impersonator website by playing characters at a bar mitzvah (after troy scolds them for trying to ground abed in reality)

they have an argument at the end ugh

3/5 gayness troy loves abed a lot and abed doesn't realize that he's doing something wrong

3x12: urban matrimony and the sandwich arts

plot C

(see the above disclaimer about episode order)

troy and abed decide to be normal for shirley's wedding rehearsal

troy and abed being normal 🤝

4/5 gayness they blow off a girl to be weird again

3x13: digital exploration of interior design

plot C

blanket fort: redux (oh god)

vice dean laybourne escalates what started as a minor disagreement in order to drive a wedge between troy and abed. it works

5/5 gayness, if a sitcom doesn't have the two codependent fanonical gays go through an unnecessarily dramatic "break up" then I don’t want it

3x14: pillows and blankets

plot A

🎶troy and abed are in conflict🎶 *cries*

pillow fort vs. blanket fort

they eventually make up but not before they hurt each others' feelings a Lot

5/5 gayness the dramatics jesus christ

3x16: virtual systems analysis

random moments

so this episode is more focused on abed and annie, and troy and abed actually don't Technically interact with each other very much at all, but. you know

abed kinda freaks out when troy and britta go on a date because it "messes with the fabric of the group" (🤨 I know what you are)

troy calls annie to "check on abed" boy you are on a date with a woman

4/5 gayness just from subtext you get it

3x17: basic lupine urology

random moments

troy and abed play detective as they try to figure out who sabotaged the group's biology project

"we can't both do the zinger"

4/5 gayness no explanation

3x19: curriculum unavailable

random moments

the study group is expelled from greendale and abed gets arrested for spying on campus, so he's supposed to have a psychological evaluation

troy is just very protective of him in this episode, plus the flashback clip where he and Annie are comforting him as he's freaking out about daylight savings

"our adventures are VERY manly"

4/5 gayness

3x21: the first chang dynasty

random moments

oof baboof with you two! (all the plumber shenanigans are hilarious)

mostly putting this one on here for the goodbye scene at the end of the episode, though. god

"he said, 'I know you hate when people do this in movies.' sorry I got emotional"

3x22: introduction to finality

plot B

abed "goes crazy" without troy (who's off at a/c repair school)

when troy comes back he prioritizes abed over britta (who he supposedly has romantic feelings for)

"I miss abed so much" "you're afraid you'll go crazy without troy"

4/5 gayness one could say they're a little codependent

4x03: conventions of space and time

plot A

troy gets jealous of (read: goes "psycho girlfriend on") abed's new inspector spacetime superfan friend toby

britta, even as troy's literal girlfriend, calls abed troy's boyfriend and supports troy through the whole thing

"for the first time in my long history of being locked inside things, I knew someone would come" let me just put my head through my wall really quick

5/5 gayness even though troy has a whole gf. that's how gay this episode is

4x11: basic human anatomy

plot A

troy and abed pretend to switch bodies, like in freaky friday, in order to help troy process his feelings about his relationship with britta

5/5 gayness holy SHIT y'all. I could write thousands of words on this episode. it is so hard to justify troy's actions in this one without reading him as a closeted gay person not lying

5x03: basic intergluteal numismatics

random moments

including this one because of how abed comforts troy and pushes him around in a wheelchair for the entire episode

3/5 gayness it's the casual married-ness again smh

5x04: cooperative polygraphy

random moments

this is another one I didn't include on my original list but I decided fuck it

the bit uncovering the actual origin of their patented handshake is so funny "I can't even look at you right now" "then you should know I'm crying"

also just the. look on abed's face when troy agrees to go on the trip at the end. "cool. cool cool cool." "that's a lie" UGHHHHH

4/5 gayness again. so typical

5x05: geothermal escapism

plot A

do I need to say a word

ouch ouch ouch OUCH

5/5 gayness especially the deleted dialogue from the last scene (I've posted it before but lmk if you don't know what I'm talking about. disclaimer it makes me want to launch myself off the empire state building)

alright. there it is folks. I was going to make another subsection of other random iconic trobed moments and cite the episodes they're from but basically every single episode has at least one, so that list would be Way too long to qualify as a supplement to this one lmao. however! if you have a Trobed Moment™ stuck in your head (or any Moment for that matter) and you can't remember which episode it's from feel free to ask me, I'm confident that my internal community database will be able to Remind You. anyway. hope this was helpful. bye

#did this instead of my heaps of missing homework assignments #I completely overbooked myself this semester but It's Fine haha #anyway #community #nbc community #community nbc #abed nadir #troy barnes #trobed #troy and abed #community tv #community encyclopedia

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r4ikkonen · 1 year

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You should do an nsfw and sfw alphabet for lando Norris if you haven’t done it yet

NSFW ALPHABET | LANDO NORRIS

A/N Hi!! Sorry I kept you waiting anyway I hope you like this and thank you so much for requesting!🤍

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

- Lando is very passionate and romantic guy, after each sex he makes sure that he gives you the best cuddles and kisses.Sometimes he gets scared if he was maybe too rough with you so that’s his way of making up for it.

B= Body part (favorite body part their own or their lovers)

- It’s not a secret that Lando’s favorite part of his body is actually his hair.He thinks that his hair defines him in many ways.His favorite part of your body would be your neck.He loves it how he can just make you moan while sucking on it.

C= Cum (anything that has to do with it)

- He is very tidy and makes sure that he doesn’t make any mess at least not too much mess.He always cums in you knowing that the both of you prefer it more than when he cums on your face and etc.One time he accidentally cummed in your eye and you got a pink-eye so since then he always cummed in you

D= Dirty secret (Pretty self explanatory)

- Lando loves sexting.He feels kind of embarrassed for it but truly he loves it when you send him a risky photo so he has to go to the other room so the other drivers won’t see it.It makes you feel great knowing that you can turn him on so quickly and so easy.

E= Experience (do they know what they’re doing)

- Lando is not so experienced actually.In his life he had about 2-3 girlfriends, and it was more like a fling.But with you it’s different.He is dating you so he can make you one day mrs. Norris.As I said he isn’t very experienced but he’s always down for trying something new.

F= Favorite position

- He prefers doggy style over anything.He loves the view from there.Seeing your back makes him crazy.

G= Goofy (how serious are they)

- Although Lando is known to be very goofy during sex it’s not like that.Sometimes you would think that he’s mad at you but he’s just focusing on pleasing you and giving you the night of your life.

H= Hair (grooming habits)

- Lando is well groomed, quite trimmed because he doesn’t like having a whole forest in his pants.When it comes to you he doesn’t mind having a little bit of hair over there but he likes it more if you just waxed it.

I= Intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

- Lando isn’t that rough, only when you ask for it and that’s not so often.On rarely occasions he can grt quite rough but never in a way to hurt you or deovur you.If he had a bad race he tends to get a bit rough and mad.But overall he is very sensitive and romantic.

J= Jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

- He doesn’t mind jacking off when you aren’t near him.For instance if you guys are in different countries, he wouldn’t mind pleasing himself.He always does it with a hot picture of you.It makes him uncomfortable if he masturbates while watching porn.

K= Kink (kinks what they like possibly unusual)

- Lando isn’t really kinky the only kink he considers having is having sex in the car.He thinks that it’s hot because there’s not much space and you guys are basically stuck.

L= Location (where they like to get it on)

- The best sex he has is with you in his driver’s room.It’s to ease of the stress he has.He feels very comfortable doing you there on his big orange sofa.He doesn’t mind the hotel’s room too!

M= Motivation (things that makes them tick/turn ons)

- Lando acts like an 18 year old, his sex drive is so high.You joke with him telling him that he’s a pervert.This man can get horny just by looking at you.The slightest touch can turn him on.He mostly gets turned on when you wrap your arms around his neck and just look into his eyes.

N= No (turnoffs or absolutely won’t do)

- Lando is very sensitive and vanilla, so he would never try BDSM or doing anything that would hurt you.He says that the sex is mostly about you.He tries to make you feel safe and pleasure you.

O= Oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

- Lando can eat you out in seconds, he is very skilled when it comes to that.He prefers fucking over getting a head.But sometimes when you’re on your period you would just casually give him head to pleasure him.

P= Pace (how fast they are and how long they last in bed)

- Lando can last up to few rounds, his stamina isn’t that high.But you two finish up in the same time so it’s not a problem.If he finishes before you he would just make it up by fingering you.

Q= Quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

- He loves quickies and it’s the only time he is fast with you.His favorite quickie location is the elevator.He knows how risky it is and that’s just what turns him on even more.

R= Risk (do they like to try new things)

- Lando is a goofball so he likes trying out new things and risks.He has asked you multiple times to not use use a condom but you declined even tho you’re on birth control.

S= Stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

- As I’ve said his stamina is not that good so he can last up to few rounds.Which is enough for both of you, he tends to feel embarrassed by that but you don’t think it’s such a bad thing.

T= Toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or lovers)

- Lando knows you have a few of them and he’s totally okay.But however he seems them as his enemies sometimes.He doesn’t like the idea of bringing them in the bed even tho you’ve requested him once.He knows that he is enough for you ;)

U= Unfair (how do they tease or do they enjoy suspense themselves)

- Lando can sense when you’re horny and desperate.If you’re at some kind of Driver’s gathering or any celebration he can feel that you get stuck by looking at his crotch.He enjoys it.When you take him by the hand and ask him to fuck you he is most likely to tease.

V= Volume (are they loud, what sounds, and do they talk)

- Lando can get quite vocal sometimes even tho he prefers listening to you screaming his name out loud.He drops a few grunts and swearwords.

W= Wild card (random sincannon of any sort)

- You were coming back with Lando from a party.Both of you were quite drunk and when you got into your hotel room he grabbed you by your ass and just threw you on the bed.Both of you quickly got undressed and he made love to you like an animal.At that point you were sure that Carlos and Isa could hear you in the room next door.But you didn’t care.

X= X-ray (what’s down below in dem pants)

- Lando is quite average he has a lot to pack.His size was never the problem since he is about 6 inches.

Y= Yearning (sexdrive level)

- His sex drive is very high at the point where both of you fuck about 10 times a week.It’s amazing how turned on he can get and you love teasing him so much especially if it’s a race day.

Z= Zzzz (do they sleep after if so how quickly after)

- Lando can get quite tired after sex so he tends to fall asleep in a few minutes but he makes sure you are comfortable and everything before he can relax.

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tmntxthings · 2 years

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Hellooo!! i just loved "what are you waiting for?" 💖💖💖 i would love to ask for a part 2 or if you can do a serie of it 👀?

luv your work, drink water and take care ✨✨✨

What Are You Waiting For? Pt. 2

author’s note: part two as requested c: thank you for the support, hehe also thanks for the reminder, pls do the same!! eat & drink, take care of yourself <33 p.s. yes this will most likely have a part 3

warnings: fluff, brotherly fluff, just a lot of fluff in general, plus coffee crack

> part one <

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previously. . . He landed on his bed, closed his phone and rolled around too excited to do anything else. He couldn’t wait to take you out for another date. Hoping this would become a recurring occurrence in his life. He couldn’t wait and immediately started thinking up other date ideas, kicking his feet out happily.

The next day, Donnie woke up drooling. He groaned, rubbing his face in his pillow and then turned trying to go back to sleep. Slowly his brain started working, and thoughts of yesterday with you filtered in and he suddenly remembered he had your number. He quickly turned to his nightstand, blindly reaching for his phone for a couple of seconds before he brought it up to his face. Heart soaring as he saw you had already left him another message.

‘Good morning! I’ve got a busy day at work, if you’re not busy I’ll save your favorites again :) I probably won’t be able to message while at work, so til then~’ - y/n💜

Donnie read and reread your message. Honing in on the smiley face and how sweet you were, thinking of him and saving him some of your tasty treats. His stomach grumbled at thought but knew he couldn’t exactly go out to the surface during the busy parts of the day. He sighed, oh the benefits of being a mutant turtle he thought sarcastically. Which made his stomach turn sour, he wondered how you would react to that… it wasn’t like he could keep it a secret forever especially if he was serious about you.

And he was very serious, he’d never felt like this before. Utterly consumed by his crush on you, and you had sprinkled hope on that crush last night with every sweet word and action. He recalled your flirting and how happy you had been to go on the movie date. He opened up his notes app at that thought, last night he’d fallen asleep researching and typing down date ideas. He looked over the options he had: 1. Cheesecake Factory, that one was indulgent towards your profession and also because Donnie had never been. 2. arcade, he’d get to show off his gaming skills anddd dancing skills if they had a DDR like in the lair though he wondered if you would be interested 3. walk through the park/picnic, this one would require planning on his part if he went through with the picnic part of the idea.

The list went on to about six more good ideas. Nine in total and he definitely would spend more time adding to the date list. But for now he needed to type out a reply,

‘good morning :) same time as before? i can’t wait your baking is the best!’ - donnie

He kept it short and sweet fully aware you most likely wouldn’t be able to respond anyways. You being the owner of your own business he wondered when you had a lunch break. Maybe he’d be lucky enough to get a message then. He sat up finally in bed, stretching and groaning. He needed something to preoccupy his mind, and his lab was the perfect remedy. His stomach growled again, reminding him to stop by the kitchen first. He was slow to move, still pretty sleepy as he trudged to the kitchen, coffee and then food he thought. “Morning lover boy~” Leo said as Donnie entered the kitchen.

Donnie’s only response was an eye roll as he opened the fridge grabbing the creamer. “Aww what’s wrong no good morning messages??” Leo continued to tease, but this only made Donnie smirk. He did in fact get a morning message, though he wasn’t about to announce that to his brother, even if he was proud. Though Leo was pretty perceptive when it came to his brothers and noticed Donnie’s smirk instantly. “Aha! Spill it brother, what’d they say?” Leo asked as he sipped his own coffee. “None of your business,” the purple turtle finally spoke after taking a long swig of his own coffee. It wasn’t as good as yours. Not by a long shot.

“Oh come onnnnn, this is a big deal, my socially awkward brother, going on a date and getting their number?! Unheard of!!” Leo went on a tangent and Donnie walked out of the kitchen, Leo hot on his trail. “Morning you two,” Raph called out from the living room, he was lounged out on the couch flipping through channels on the tv. Stopping when a rerun of a wrestling match came on. “Morning,” the twins responded before Leo continued on all the reasons why he should know everything that pertained to you and Donnie’s relationship. Donnie continued to ignore him until he passed through his labs doorway. He turned on his brother, who stopped appearing hopeful that his speech had gotten through to Donnie. “Not gonna happen,” Donnie grumped and shut the door to his lab, promptly, in Leo’s face.

Later that day, after he had spent hours on a certain project in his lab he reached over for his phone on his workbench. Looking at the time, 8:05 pm, and Donnie figured he had waited long enough. He sadly hadn’t received any messages from you during lunch hour. But instead of going down a rabbit hole of worry or insecurity Donnie just hoped you had been too busy to be able to do so. It wasn’t like the two of you were dating yet, you’d went on one date with him, that didn’t constitute for constant texting… even though Donnie would definitely text you back immediately.

He shrugged on his purple hoodie, gloves, and a pair of black jogger pants. When he was confident he wouldn’t draw too much attention to himself, he bolted for the sewers that led to the manhole ladder. “Where ya goingg?” Mikey chirped as he rolled up on his skateboard from the opposite direction Donnie had come from. One of Donnie’s eyebrows raised as he took in Mikey’s attire, he was wearing a colorful beanie, an orange sweater, and jeans with random patches. He looked suspiciously ready to go up to the surface just like Donnie was. “Nowhere!” Donnie lied as Mikey stopped his skateboard and stepped off. “Let me come!!” Mikey whined, knowing exactly where Donnie was going, “Mikey please,” Donnie exasperated but he was met with the full force of Mikey’s puppy dog eyes.

Donnie groaned, giving in after a few moments as Mikey smiled in celebration. “Just don’t say much okay? They don’t know we’re turtles alright??” Donnie started to climb as he talked and Mikey said, “Dude! I knowwww,” but that didn’t stop Donnie from being extra cautious and telling Mikey all the things he should not say or do. By the time they had dropped into the alleyway next to your bakery, Donnie was sure Mikey had been ignoring him because he was bouncing up and down excitedly, very much not staying calm and collected like Donnie had told him to do. “Oh Galileo please watch over me and my dumb dumb brother,” Donnie muttered as he led the way and pulled open the door to your bakery,

“Mmmmmm smells so good!” Mikey commented as the air hit him as soon as he walked through the doorway. “Right?” Donnie smiled, taking in a deep breath. Unlike yesterday, they still has a few customers, though they all had their pastries and drinks. So no one was at the counter. Mikey stuffed his hands in his pockets as he made his way to the counter to look at the treats on display and the menu. Donnie followed after him, noticing you instantly. You were crouched behind the display glass, fixing one of the label cards. “Hiii~ Welcome to Y/n’s bakery, what can I get you?” your voice chimed as you stood finally and did a double take. Donnie spoke first before Mikey could open his mouth, “Hey Y/n, this is my little brother Michelangelo-“

“But you can call me Mikey,” Mikey cut in and gave you a mega watt smile. “Hi Mikey, it’s nice to meet you!” you beamed back, “I loveee your jeans by the way,” you motioned subtly to Mikey’s pants. “Oh these?! Thank you heh, I added the patches myself!” and your eyebrows shot up at that, “wow really?! you’re super talented it looks like it came from a store!!” you continued to compliment Donnie’s younger brother and Mikey was practically floating. “Well… do you know what you wanna order Mike?” Donnie spoke up when the chance arose.

Your eyes went alight at this and gave him a knowing smile as you held up one finger and went for the back door. Donnie smiled too already knowing you were going get his favorites. “So that’s them???” Mikey waggled his eyebrows as he whispered up to Donnie. “Yes” Donnie whispered back quickly as you came back. Mikey took a great interest in the petit fours that you placed on the counter. “I’ll also have a coffee,” Donnie added and you nodded putting in the orders into the register. “Hmmm can I get a m&m cookie?” Mikey said looking over at the displays. “Of course!” You replied, “will that be everything?” You asked and Donnie nodded, handing over the amount in cash. “Thanks Dee!” Mikey said as he bit into his cookie as soon as it was paid for.

“This is sooo good!” He complimented and you smiled, “Thank you! Be sure to come back Mikey!! Your brother is a regular here,” and you winked at Donnie. Who couldn’t stop grinning and Mikey was looking back and forth between the two of you, smiling as he munched down on his cookie. “Oh I’ll definitely make him bring me back,” Mikey promised, and with that Donnie and Mikey headed for a table. The bakery had emptied out completely so they were now the only ones here. “They’re nicee,” Mikey commented as he stared down at one of Donnie’s cakes now that he had finished his cookie. Donnie pushed one forward and Mikey beamed, plopping the whole thing in his mouth.

“Yeah,” Donnie sighed dreamily sipping his coffee as he stole glances your way. “I don’t think I should ask to go on another date just yet, it’s too soon right?” Donnie spoke quietly and Mikey shrugged, “You should just do what you wanna do not what you think you should do,” Mikey was now eyeing the last cake Donnie had, and he rolled his eyes, taking a quick bite before sharing the rest with his little brother. “Yeah, I just don’t wanna move too quickly, it took awhile to become a regular customer you know?” Donnie went on as Mikey chewed a mouthful of sweet cake and icing.

“Stay here, I’m gonna go talk to Y/n,” Donnie said finding some resolve as he left his coffee on the table. “Good luck Dee,” Mikey eyed the cup, as he took out his phone.

“Hey,” Donnie started

“Hi,” it was quiet, and you were smiling for him.

“Another busy day?” Donnie asked curiously and you nodded immediately.

“Yeahhh, about the same as yesterday,” you sighed but despite being a busy bee it was a good thing and you were happy your business was doing so well.

“So…”

“Yes?”

“Well, I was thinking..” you waited for him to finished.

“maybe this weekend we could go on another date?” He looked straight at you this time, not feeling as nervous as the first time. “I’d like that,” you said, a slight blush dusting your cute cheeks. “Did you have something in mind?” You asked curiously.

“I’ve got a couple ideas, but I was wondering if you had any preferences?” Donnie was leaning against the counter, subtly moving closer. “Well, there is this ice skating rink..” you said thoughtfully and Donnie’s eyebrows shot up, he didn’t think he had that on his list. “Though I’m not the best skater I think it’d be fun! And you could invite your brother if you wanted,” you offered kindly because you had felt Mikey’s staring.

Donnie glanced over at Mikey and almost didn’t notice how the coffee cup had suddenly disappeared. Almost. “Oh shit,” Donnie scanned his brother carefully and saw both his knees were bouncing as his feet were going up and down. “What’s wrong?” You asked, Donnie hadn’t realized he had said that loud enough for you to hear, “Mikey isn’t supposed to drink coffee,” he explained quickly, “I’ll text you! Okay?” Donnie said walking backwards and smiling apologetically at you. The conversation would have to be cut short, because there was no one he would let Mikey say something crazy and out him. “Oh okay! Bye Mikey,” and Mikey hopped up from his chair and bolted your way, Donnie had to grab him as he tried to pass by, “Byeeeee, it was nice meeting you Y/n!” Mikey called out happily, waving and Donnie dragged him to the door. “Bye Donnie!” You called out laughing at the scene, as he reached the door, and even though Mikey was embarrassing the hell out of him, Donnie couldn’t help his cheesy smile, “See ya later Y/n!”

Out of the shop and onto the sidewalk Donnie finally let go of Mikey. “Really??? Coffee Mikey?? We doing this again?!” Donnie said and Mikey was bouncing all around his purple brother in a circle. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Mikey feigned ignorance though it was quite obvious he had drank the rest of the Donnie’s coffee. “You are not coming back,” Donnie informed his little brother as they headed to the manhole cover. “Whaaat, but Y/n totally likes me, she even wants me to go ice skating with you guys!” Mikey whined and Donnie glared, “she was being nice, how’d you even hear that?!” Donnie grumped. “Super powers bro, coffee gives me superrrr powerrrs,” he was waving his hands all around now.

“Fine I’ll take you back to the bakery if you promise not to complain about not going ice skating if that’s what we decide to do,” Donnie said giving in because he definitely wanted to have alone time with you. “Hmph fineeee,” Mikey agreed.

Back in the lair, Mikey ran off hollering for Raph and Leo to tell them alll about his adventures on the surface. Donnie quickly went to his lab, not wanting to get bombarded like last time. Just as he closed and locked the door for good measure, he felt a buzz from his phone.

‘Hey finally out! Can I call?’ -y/n 💜

‘Yeah!’ -donnie

Donnie answered on the first ring,

“Hi,” you breathed into the phone cutely

“Hi,” Donnie repeated smiling to himself as he landed on his rolling chair.

“So about that date, I was just offering the invitation to your brother, but it can be just us though,” you spoke quickly, Donnie wondered to himself if you thought he had taken it the wrong way.

“I’ll let you know as soon as Mikey comes down from the shot of expresso, though he’s probably telling my other brothers all about it,” Donnie said absentmindedly

“How many brothers do you have?!” You asked curiously.

“Oh, three, Mikey, Leo and Raph” Donnie went on to say.

“Well I don’t know how you would feel about it but I wouldn’t mind if they all came,” you reassured him and Donnie felt some relief because he would’ve had a hard time convincing them all to not go.

“I’d much rather have you all to myself..” Donnie spoke his thoughts aloud before he could stop himself.

The line went quiet for a moment and Donnie was cringing at himself, gripping his phone tightly and wetting his lips, getting ready to deflect what he had just said somehow.

But you said “oh” and he wished he could see your face because you sounded like you were in a daze. He relaxed in his chair again, pushing his foot against the ground to start swirling in a slow circle.

“Yeah but I guess I can wait ‘til next time,” Donnie sighed dramatically and that earned him a giggle from you.

He started to spin faster, a big goofy grin on his face. “The rink is pretty big.. I’m sure we can sneak to the other side for a little alone time,” you murmured into the phone and Donnie about fell out of his chair. The way you spoke, it was so seductive he wondered if you knew the effect you had on him.

“Hello?” You spoke softly and Donnie realized he hadn’t responded.

“Oh sorry still here! I- uh- yeah we should definitely sneak away,” he said quickly.

“Sounds like a plan!” You laughed and Donnie chuckled with you and he had some background noise, keys jangling.

“Made it home!” You announced to him and Donnie smiled, glad you were safe. “Good, so ice skating this weekend.. Saturday?”

“Yeah! We can go late at night too, I’d rather not make a fool out of myself in front of all of New York,” you joked and Donnie agreed with you completely, happy since night worked in his favor, the less people the better.

“It’s a date!” Donnie said then added on, “though my brothers will tag along I’m sure..” as an afterthought.

“I can’t wait! Goodnight Donatello~,”

Donnie felt chills at the sound of his full name leaving your lips. He shivered, “goodnight y/n~” and the call ended. He placed his phone down on the work table before pushing away, spinning in his chair. Squealing to himself in excitement. Boom! Another date planned!!

Donnie you are definitely becoming a natural at this, he complimented himself as he hopped out of his chair doing a happy dance. Now he just needed to figure out what to wear. He wanted to be the ones receiving your compliments this time… though he was sure with the promised sneak away time he might get lucky and, dare he even think it, get a kiss?!

This had him stilling, eyes widening as his imagination couldn’t be stopped. The feel of your lips would be just as soft as your hands, no even softer, like kissing a cloud. He imagined himself taking control, kissing you like you deserved, his hands going into your hair, it would feel like silk no doubt. By the time he blinked out of that lovely daydream his whole face was a dark green. “Oh Fibonacci~” he sighed with excitement. Wishing for Saturday already.

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harrysmmm · 10 months

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𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬

Fanfiction:The Relics of Hogwarts (CLICK THE LINK BEFORE READING THIS)

Draco malfoy x Y/N Riddle (f!reader)

A/N: I wrote this in a day, who would've told me?? I'm so into this fic I can't stop writing it, it's crazy. Anyways, I wanted to thank you for the reception of Chapter 1, you guys overwhelmed me :). Hope you like this part, again, don't hesitate to ask me to put you on the taglist, I'll gladly do it. Love u all <3

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The ravishing thunderstorms had turned into ballets of autumn leaves dancing around the dorms’ windows. Y/N was laying down in her bed; six forty-four on the clock even though her alarm had to go off at seven. It was not the first night she had woken up before time, her worries creeping in like a plague of lice. She had become fearful of the night because she knew she couldn’t avoid the pressure. Her entire life she had spent it looking for a big breakthrough that would quiet down her thoughts of not feeling enough; enough because she didn’t get to go to school like the other kids; enough because none of her parents stayed; enough because she couldn’t name a single person that had taught her love. Now, having a purpose to fulfill, an opportunity to be part of somewhere she belonged, she wished things were different for her.

“Already awake?” She heard the voice of Pansy.

Pansy Parkinson was one of the girls she shared a dorm with. She was someone she could talk to from time to time, although the conversation would not get deeper than academic and roommate matters. She met her through Draco, who she’d mostly spend time with during breaks.

“Yeah, the wind woke me up. Pretty harsh out there.”

“Yeah…” Pansy headed towards the bathroom with her uniform in hand.

“You showering this early?” Y/N inquired. The others were still sleeping.

“I wanna try this new spell on my hair. I feel like straight hair doesn’t do me good,”

“Aight.”

Y/N also got up from bed, checking her schedule and noticing that she had Potions the first hour.

Potions was a tough course. Y/N had found herself studying the textbook in the afternoons, trying to be lectures ahead to get better in the potion-making. But it seemed like every student in class was doomed, including Hermione Granger, a Gryffindor student that Y/N came to realize from the first week that she was a brilliant witch. Surprisingly enough, the student that always passed with flying colors was none other than Harry Potter - surprisingly enough because he didn’t exceed in any other course. Professor Slughorn was a very enthusiastic man that supported everyone that wanted to take his class – although not everyone would get the same treatment, the man being quite elitist and prone to favoritism. Harry was, without the slightest doubt, his dearest pet.

“I was beginning to worry Miss. Diggory. Got lost in the scrambled eggs?” Professor Slughorn asked, turning round towards her.

She spent a little too much time reading about the potion they had to brew that day that she lost track of time. She knew she wasn’t a favored student in Slughorn’s eyes to get away with the delay.

“Sorry,” she whispered, heading towards Draco, Pansy and other friends of Draco.

“As I was saying, The Draught of the Living Death is a dangerous potion that must be executed with maximum caution. We don’t want to end up like Sleeping Beauty, do we?”

Hermione and Harry giggled. The others didn’t understand the reference.

“Muggle-tale, very silly of me…” the Professor laughed at his own gaffe. “Well, because this potion is quite complex to execute you will partner up with someone.”

Y/N instantly looked at Draco who was also looking at her.

“Harry… well dear Harry, I don’t think you’d need a partner to brew this but for academic purposes you will do it with... Miss. Diggory.” He glanced over at her. “He might also teach you punctuality Miss. Diggory.”

Y/N couldn’t resist raising her eyebrows and sighing. Harry swiftly glanced at her.

“You got the stinkiest of all” Draco whispered to her. He was leaning over the wall – a mischievous look on his face.

“At least he’s good,” she replied. She had shared some laughs about Potter with Draco and his friends, but she never really initiated them herself.

Draco sighed and rolled his eyes at her comment.

“Do you think the wall is going to miss you if you stop leaning over it, Mr. Malfoy?” Slughorn snapped. Draco heavily breathed and fixed his posture, waving his arms in a way of showing the professor that he was not dragging his back all over the wall anymore, “Good. You’ll go with Miss. Granger.”

“For fuck’ sake,” he whispered.

Y/N gave him a sympathetic smile and headed towards Harry who had already chosen a brewing table.

“Everyone, turn to page forty-seven of your textbook and start brewing. Off you go!”

Y/N flipped the pages to the one of the mentioned potion. She started reading.

Instructions:

Cut up one Sopophorus bean.

Pour in 250 fl.oz. of water and add…

She noticed that Harry was already grabbing some of the beans.

“You want to start cutting them while I pour the water?” she asked him.

“Sure.”

She grabbed the cauldron and headed to the sink of the classroom. A line of people was starting to form, Draco being before her.

“They also sent you off?” Draco asked her, having been kicked out by Hermione.

“I volunteered.”

“Right.” It was his turn to fill up the cauldron with water. She looked at him while he did it.

“Try not to start fighting dementors after spending time with Potter,” he playfully said while passing next to her after he’d completed the task.

“Shut up, Malfoy.”

He grinned at her.

She returned to her seat and placed the cauldron at the center of the table. She noticed that Harry was crushing the beans with the blade instead of cutting them.

“Doesn’t it say you have to cut them?”

“Yeah, mine says you should crush them,” he replied, not really looking at her.

“How so?”

“I don’t know.”

She kept on reading the instructions.

“You almost took my eye out, Granger!”

“I’m sorry, the beans are really slippery!”

Y/N looked over at Draco’ and Hermione’s table and left out a chuckle.

Harry grinned at her, also observing the scene.

“They would be better off if they had your textbook.”

“Yeah,” he replied, this time looking at her.

“Should we add the Infusion of Wormwood or does your textbook differ on that too?” she playfully asked him.

“No, go ahead,” he replied, more relaxed than at the beginning.

She added the ingredient and the potion started boiling, turning purple – which was exactly what it had to do according to the book.

“What now?” she asked.

“We have to stir seven times anti-clockwise, although we have to add a clockwise stir after every seven anti-clockwise – at least that’s what my book says.”

“You lost me at clockwise.”

Harry left out a loud laugh that didn’t go unnoticed among students.

“Harry, how do you do it?” Hermione asked him, stirring the potion while her hair was all tousled.

“I follow the book, that’s all.”

“Lend us your book,” said Draco.

Harry ignored him.

“I’m with Draco on this one,” added Hermione.

Harry kept ignoring them. Y/N did the same.

“Everyone seems jealous of you, where did you get that book?”

“The cupboard,” Harry replied while adding Powder Root of Asphodel to the mix.

“You think it belonged to a former student?”

Harry didn’t react at first, as if he was mentally debating to say something. He ended up saying it.

“It belonged to the Half-Blood Prince,” he replied, showing her the signature of the owner of the book written on the first page.

“Who is he?” she asked.

Harry shook his head showing her that he didn’t know.

They then proceeded to add the Sloth Brain, the potion looking accurate.

“You’re a relative of Cedric?” he asked.

Y/N was surprised he wanted to know something about her.

“He was my first cousin.”

Harry looked at her with a serious face. “Right.”

“You were friends with him?”

“Yeah, not the closest, but yeah,” he replied. Y/N could sense it was a sensitive topic.

Harry stirred two times clockwise and dropped the mixer.

“That’s about it,” he said, imploring of having finished the potion.

She raised her hand to call Professor Slughorn who was fairly surprised the two of them had already managed to finish brewing the potion.

“Well, well, well, let’s see what we’ve got here,” Professor Slughorn said, approaching the cauldron. Everyone was expectant of the result. He dropped a red leaf into it, and it immediately dissolved into the liquid. “Merlin’s beard, it’s perfect!”

Harry and Y/N smiled at each other.

“So perfect I dare say one drop would kill us all!”

Y/N looked at Draco and raised her eyebrows. The boy was standing up with his arms crossed - his platinum hair uncombed. He shook his head at her.

“Ten points to Gryffindor and ten points to Slytherin. Although I don’t know if Miss. Diggory was much of a help…”

“She was, Professor,” interrupted Harry.

“Well in that case, I’m eager to see your improvements, Miss. Diggory.”

Y/N softly smiled, giving a look to Harry who was also looking at her.

ྀ࿔

“She was, Professor,” Draco blurted out, mocking Harry’s words a few days later.

“For Merlin’ sake Draco, drop it,” Y/N snapped.

Blaise, Pansy, Draco and Y/N were headed to the Quidditch pitch. It was the first match of the season and students were eager to see the new signings play. It was also a very awaited match for the entire school because the rivals Gryffindor and Slytherin were playing.

The four of them were rooting for the green house.

“I’m just saying, it almost looked as if you two were actually having fun,” Draco continued.

“Whatever Draco, whatever,” she replied, tired of the blonde’s insinuations.

They arrived at the pitch and got front line seats - Draco nudging students to get ahead. In a matter of minutes, the two teams flew to the center of the pitch, the commentator introducing each of the players.

“The Slytherin team also recruited a new seeker – goodbye Malfoy, hello Harper!” Everyone started cheering the new signing.

Y/N looked over at Draco who seemed bothered by the comment. He had been the seeker for Slytherin since second year, but he had to quit the team due to the Dark Lord’s commended mission – although, he had told the other players it was due to an injury.

The game started. Gryffindor held the quaffle first, passing it among chasers – a Slytherin chaser checked one of the passes and got the ball. A Hawckshead attacking formation was created by some Gryffindors to intercept a green chaser from getting near the hooped goal posts. The latter still threw the ball towards the right post and, to everyone’s surprise, Ron Weasley, new keeper of the Gryffindor team, stopped it from scoring. The spectators vigorously clapped.

“Very good that Weasley guy, innit?” a Hufflepuff girl said out loud.

“I guess, yeah…”

The girl started yelling. “Woo-hoo! Slytherin! Slytherin! Come on, guys!”

“I thought you were rooting for Gryffindor,” Y/N asked her.

The quaffle was in Gryffindor’s possession now - Ginny Weasley achieving to do the Chelmondiston Charge and scoring in the middle goalpost.

“Oh, bloody hell!” the girl lamented. “I’ve always rooted for Slytherin before Gryffindor, I know some Slytherin people that I get on with – Gryffindors can be a pain in the ass when it comes to bragging about their team.”

The girl turned her head to Y/N’s direction. She was a little shorter, golden straight hair framing her face. Her hazelnut eyes were bigger than usual, giving her an innocent outlook.

“Is it true that you’re related to Cedric?” she asked.

“Yeah, we were cousins,” Y/N replied.

“He was friends with my sister – a truly nice guy,” she added.

Y/N gave her half a smile and focused on the game.

Both Harry and Harper, the seekers of the game, were unaware of the whereabouts of the golden snitch. Gryffindor was beating Slytherin by thirty points – that meant if Harper found the snitch they would end in a tie.

“You’re a six year, aren’t you?” The Hufflepuff girl asked Y/N.

“Yeah, you too?”

“No, I’m in year five.”

“What’s your name?”

“Mary. Mary Rookwood,” she replied. “Although I have nothing to do with Augustus Rookwood, just to be clear.”

“Who’s that?”

“A death-eater of You Know Who. He recently escaped Azkaban, you didn’t hear the news?”

“I must’ve heard it somewhere,” she replied. It felt strange to hear someone name her father outside of his own circle.

It seemed that Harry and Harper had already located the golden snitch. The both of them threw themselves to it, the green one occasionally cobbing Harry to slow him down.

The crowd kept chanting “Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!”. Apparently, the red-haired boy was killing the game, intercepting every attempt of scoring.

A few seconds later, the match ended, Harry having caught the snitch.

“And Gryffindor gains the victory!” the commentator exclaimed, being followed by loud cheers.

“How pathetic, Harper,” Draco snapped.

“I bet we would’ve won if you were still the Slytherin keeper, Draco,” Pansy said.

“You bet on that,” he added.

“You’re the only one that can face Potter in the pitch,” Mary commented, entering the conversation.

Draco stared at her skeptical but replied: “Not only in the pitch.”

Everyone started to stand up from their seats and headed towards the exit stairs – most of them disappointed with the results, looking forward to commenting on the match during supper.

ྀ࿔

Students ought to be in their common rooms at that time of night. Pansy, Blaise, Draco and Y/N were sitting on the couches of the Slytherin common room, talking out of their asses.

“You guys, I’m calling this a night,” Pansy said, standing up from the couch.

“Same here, I’ve got DADA tomorrow at nine,” Blaise added, joining Pansy.

“Y/N, you staying?” Pansy asked.

“Yeah, I’m not that tired just yet.”

“Aight, see ya.”

Both students went upstairs.

Draco waited until everyone got into their dorms and glanced at Y/N.

“You wanna do something fun?” he asked.

“I’m not playing Wizard’s chess if that’s what you’re implying,” replied Y/N.

“How about we sneak out?” The boy seemed more excited than usual.

Y/N sighed. “Draco, no.”

“Why not? Besides, I was a prefect – I’m sure they will let us go if they see us,”

“Where do you wanna go anyway?”

“There’s somewhere I wanna show you.”

Y/N kept staring at him, debating the pros and cons of the blonde’s idea. She knew that if she said no, they’d probably go to sleep – something she was not eager to do, fully aware that her anxiety would creep in again.

“Okay,” she ended up saying.

“Let’s go then.”

They both stood up and exited the common room. The school hallways were only lit by the full moon’s glare and the Lumos charm of Draco’s wand.

“Thank God, Lupin is not teaching here anymore. It would’ve been an interesting night,” Draco whispered.

“Why?” she asked.

“He was our DADA professor in third year – he was also a werewolf,” he added.

“Good Lord, they let him teach regardless?”

“Yeah, he was Dumbledore’s little servant. Also really close with Potter. He got away with everything until parents started to complain - my father started the fuel.”

“How rare coming from your father,” she snickered.

He giggled. Some footsteps went noticed from one of the hallways.

“Come on, over here.” Draco dragged Y/N to the boy’s bathroom that was a few steps away from them. They got in one of the cubicles and locked the door.

“You said it was okay if they caught us,” whispered Y/N, her face almost touching Draco’s due to the lack of room.

“I lied – we’re totally facing detention if they do,” Draco replied.

“For Merlin’ sa-” Draco placed his finger on her mouth to tell her to shut it.

“Who’s there?” Argus Filch, caretaker of the school, got in the bathroom. “I heard you whisper, come out now!”

No sound or move was made. Draco was biting his lips.

“Aigh fair enough, Mrs. Norris, go take a look,” Filch said.

Draco mouthed without speaking: “We’re totally screwed”. The cat started meowing in front of their cubicle, sensing both students.

“Good job, Mrs. Norris.” Filch caressed the cat. “Get outta there, you nasty little rats! I know you’re hiding in there!”

Y/N had an idea.

“Aguamenti,” she whispered. Water started flooding from the toilet and got to Mrs. Norris legs, who started vividly meowing at the contact. She flew away from the scene.

“Mrs. Norris, dear cat, wait!” Filch ran after her, leaving the bathroom unguarded.

“Come on.” Y/N opened the door and both students ran away.

“That was brilliant, Riddle!” Draco snapped.

“Don’t call me that, people could hear.”

“Yeah sorry, ‘m just used to it.”

“We should go back to our dorms before he’s back,” she pointed.

“Now? When we’ve already arrived at the place? Hell, no,” he replied.

She sighed but followed him upstairs.

The room was at the top of a tower. Students would study the stars and planets through their telescopes in Astronomy lessons – the starry view could enchant anyone standing there.

“Good golly,” said Y/N, clearly taken by the view. “This is where you’ve been spending time during your absences at dinner?”

“Mostly, yeah,” replied Draco, sitting down on a step, “I mostly think things through, you know, about everything that is going on.”

Y/N knew exactly what he was talking about. She sat down next to him.

“I barely get any sleep,” he added. “My mind constantly thinking tactics of how to… you know… kill him.”

“Yeah… that is a heavy weight I don’t think you should have to bear so young.”

“There’s no difference between teenagers and adults in our world, Y/N. You go from being a total useless kid to a highly competent murderer – that’s how it works.”

“I know how it works Draco, you’re not the only one that has their life at stake,” she replied, starting to feel the anxiety in her voice.

“Have you started looking for them? The relics, I mean.”

“I’ve been spending time at the library, but no luck so far. I’ve been thinking of switching to groundwork, and ask students first-hand,” she said.

“You should be careful with that, people-”

“I know Draco, no one will suspect,” she interrupted him.

“Fair enough,” he replied, stargazing. “I’ve come up with an idea as well.” He pulled out a folded paper from his pocket. He unfolded it. “I bumped into this spell when I was doing some research. It’s a spell that can bewitch an object and kill the person that touches it in a matter of minutes. I thought of putting the spell on a necklace and manage to give it to someone that would hand it to Dumbledore.”

“It makes sense. Just be careful the person-”

“The person doesn’t touch it themselves? Yeah, already though about that – you just give it to them in a secluded box.”

“Sounds twisted, but that’s what you’re striving for,” she concluded.

He nodded. They both kept gazing at the sky.

“Do you remember when we used to do this at home?” he asked her.

“Yeah, always begging Druella to stay the night at the Manor,” she added.

Both their minds drifted away to seven years ago.

“I found these in my parents’ bedroom.” The ten-year-old boy pulled out two rings from his pocket. “I think there is a spell put on them or something.”

The two rings had a snake engraved in them that would tangle with one another when the rings were touching each other.

“Which one do you prefer?” the boy asked.

“Mmm… this one.” She took the one on the right.

“Here you go.” He gave it to her. “I will take the other one then.”

Both of them put on the rings.

“I will wear it next year at Hogwarts, so everyone will ask me about it, and I’ll could talk about you,” he said.

“I wish I could go to Hogwarts with you, Druella says I wouldn’t be welcomed there,” she adds, with a pouting face.

“That is bullshit, they wouldn’t even know who you are,” he snapped.

“You will write me, won’t you?”

“Of course I will, every week!”

“Good because I want to know everything!”

“Also, my father told me that Harry Potter is coming to Hogwarts too.”

“Really?”

“Yes, I will give him the Malfoy handshake, we will be best buddies,” he said really excited.

“But we are best buddies,” she replied.

“But you are a girl, it’s different.”

“True.”

“Y/N, get inside, we’re leaving!” A voice interrupted the kids’ moment. Druella was calling Y/N to go home.

“You talk to your mother, I try to convince Druella to stay?” she asked.

“You got it,” he replied.

Both of them headed indoors, without realizing that two snakes were tangling with one another.

Seven years later, Draco and Y/N were stargazing in the Astronomy Tower, not really caring that once again, both snakes were tangling with one another in a beautiful, compassed dance.

ྀ࿔

She opened her eyes and realized she was standing in the living room of the Malfoy Manor. She noticed that red drops were clashing against the marbled floor coming from her arms. Engraved in blood it was written: “Find them or perish, only the heir knows where”. She heard her father talk to her while the room was flooding in her arm’s blood. He constantly repeated the words “Slughorn knows well, Slughorn knows well”. She was drowning in her own blood…

She woke up exalted, understanding that everything had been a dream. And although she knew better than that, understanding that her father had been communicating with her to tell her to do something, she left the interpretation for the next day, drifting once again to sleep.

part three

#draco malfoy fanfiction #draco malfoy imagine #draco malfoy x reader #draco malfoy x y/n #draco malfoy fluff #draco malfoy smut #draco malfoy x y/n riddle #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter imagine #hogwarts imagine #hogwarts fanfic #hogwarts au #slytherin

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blue-little-angel · 6 months

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hello!! i wanted to ask if u could do a lee!dazai x perhaps ler!chuuya?

maybe dazai is bothering him one day and since (as dazai said, he knows chuuya’s moves FAR too well) he dodges an attack and the short king accidentally touches his *side?* and finds out dazai’s ticklish c:

sorry it might be a bit too much… but anyways, i hope u have a TREMENDOUS day/night & dont overwork urself please!!! <3

haha sorry it took me so much time, I have some trouble keeping everything in check lately 🥹🫂

°•|Hope your day is as great as you are|•°

Fandom: Boungo stray dogs

Lee: Dazai Osamu

Ler: Chuuya Nakahara

It was a sunny afternoon in Yokohama. Dazai was sprawled on the couch of the Ada's office, bored out of his mind as usual. When an idea struck him - why not go torment his favorite partner, Chuuya?

Soon enough he was in front of the feared Mafia's headquarters, ready to break through the intimidating place.

Dazai strolled into Chuuya's office without knocking. "Chuuuuyaaaa, entertain me!" he whined, draping himself over the smaller man's desk. Chuuya glared up at him irritably. "Get lost, you parasite. I'm busy, and you shouldn't even be here!"

But Dazai was not to be deterred so easily. He started poking and prodding at Chuuya, twisting a lock of his hair around his finger or poking his cheek. "Chiiibiii! Don't ignore me~ Play with me!" Chuuya finally snapped. "That's it, get out of here before I throw you out myself!"

He lunged at Dazai, flinging him off the desk and cocking his fist back for a punch. But the suicidal knew Chuuya's moves all too well - he dodged gracefully and landed neatly behind Chuuya's desk chair. Unfortunately Chuuya's momentum carried him too far, his flailing arm brushing against Dazai's side.

Dazai let out an un characteristic squeak and flinched away violently, stumbling over his feet. His sudden loss of balance had Chuuya staring in shock. Then a devious smirk spread over the red-head's face as realization dawned. "Why Dazai...are you...ticklish?"

The tallest opened his mouth to deny it but Chuuya was too quick, advancing on him with wiggling fingers poised. "No! Stay away from me you demon!" But Dazai was no match for Chuuya's speed and accuracy. Within moments he was collapsed on the floor, squirming and giggling helplessly under Chuuya's merciless tickling.

"Chuuuyaaaa ha-stop! I c-can't breathe!" Dazai choked out between peals of laughter. But the executive showed no signs of letting up, enjoying having found one of Dazai's rare weaknesses at last. It seemed the tables had well and truly turned - all thanks to an accidental brush and Dazai's ticklish secret being uncovered.

Chuuya continued his tickle assault on Dazai, who was curled up on the floor desperately trying to protect his vulnerable spots. "Please *haha* mercy!" Dazai begged, tears running down his cheeks from laughing so hard. But Chuuya was having far too much fun to stop just yet.

He redoubled his efforts, wriggling his fingers under Dazai's arms that proved to be an extra sensitive spot. Dazai shrieked, thrashing wildly in vain attempts to escape the onslaught. "You're e-evil Chuuya! No respect f-for your dear partnehhHEHrr !"

Chuuya simply laughed at Dazai's misery. "Consider this payback for all the times you've annoyed me, you pest!" Still he took some pity on his partner after a few more minutes, ceasing his tickling attack. Dazai lay there limp and panting, face flushed.

"You really are...too much fun to tease like this," Chuuya admitted with a grin. He offered Dazai a head pat, brushing his dark fluffy locks away from his face. "Next time I think I'll go for your neck, yeah that sounds like a great plan..."

And Chuuya didn't need anything more to make the lovely detective's blush deepen.

#boungo stray dogs #lee!dazai #ler!chuuya #tickle fic #bsd tickle #chuuya nakahara #dazai osamu

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pepsiboyy · 2 months

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starboy part 3

P1 P2 P3

pairing: y/n x chris sturniolo

summary: y/n, born and raised in los angeles, moves across the country to boston. when she feels like she has nobody, she makes some new friends at her new job. she grows particularly close with the sturniolo triplets, where she finds a lot in common with one of them.

warnings: some fluff and some angst :c and possibly cursing?

lowercase intentional!!!

author's note: HELLOWWW i hope this is good i have a lot of ideas for this series but i am having a moment where i have so many ideas that i dont know what to do RHSGHAHAH anyway enjoy

i stared at myself in the mirror with a soft hum as i brushed my teeth, dancing subtly as i blasted music into my earbuds.

i spit out the toothpaste and hummed to the music before immediately shuttering at the sound of my phone vibrating beside me. the smile that spread across my face was indescribable as i read his name.

from: chris⭐ heyy, matt and i are gonna watch a movie together while nick is at work and i figured i'd invite you from: chris⭐ wanna tag along?

i smiled softly and typed away, slowly making my way to my closet as my eyes didn't leave the screen.

from: me i'd love to, what time?

i reached into my closet and grabbed a white long sleeve that fit me a little more snug, then pulled a baggy navy blue shirt over it. i slipped on some baggy ripped jeans and a belt, before whining as i messed with my hair in the mirror. bad hair day, i thought to myself. i sighed and grabbed a black beanie, slipping it onto my head and looking at myself.

bzzt.

i turned and gripped my phone.

from: chris⭐ probably within the next like 15 min, be ready

i smiled and reacted to his message with a thumbs up, making my way down the stairs.

my parents turned to me as i entered the kitchen. "hey," i breathed, opening the fridge to get a drink. they looked at me with a look of confusion.

"where you headed?" my mom questioned, and i shrugged. "my coworkers invited me over to watch a movie.." i grabbed a bottle of water before shutting the fridge and sitting at the table to slip on my socks and shoes, deciding to wear air forces today.

"what coworkers?" my dad asked, turning to me and i swallowed. "umm... matt and chris... there's nick too, but he works the first half of the day. they're triplets." i chuckled. my dad raised his eyebrows. "yeah, i had the same reaction." i replied, smiling softly at the thought of the three and how helpful they had been to me with the move and adjusting to the new job.

"what time will you be home?" my mom questioned, and i shrugged. "are they picking you up?"

i nodded and smiled, stretching. "yeah, matt is picking me up. and im assuming chris will be with him." i mumbled, humming softly as i checked my phone.

i heard a few honks outside before i smiled at my parents. "sounds like they're here!" i began walking out of the room. "bye, love you both!" i shouted, and my mom seemed to follow me to the door.

"keep me posted," she whispered, and i smiled as i lightly hit her arm.

"i will," i replied and gave her a soft side hug before heading out the door.

with a few steps to the car, i felt a wave of happiness rush over me. "thanks for picking me up," i mumbled as soon as i slid open the back door, smiling to myself and shutting it behind me.

"anytime," matt replied, turning to me to make sure i was buckled before he faced the front and began driving. "how was your morning?"

"did you sleep well?" chris quickly asked after matt, turning at me and smiling softly.

i smiled softly back and shrugged. "in all honesty, i woke up and then got your text, so it was okay! looking forward to today," i started, "and i slept really well. i actually feel very well rested today." i finished and smiled, looking out the window to look around. a thought came to my mind as i smiled at the two. "how did fortnite go?" i asked, resulting in matt and chris both looking at each other with a knowing glance.

"we did alright," matt started, but chris quickly interrupted him. "no, actually, if matt knew how to play the game we would have done better." he spat, resulting in matt giving him a shocked gasp. "are you kidding? i got more elims than you could even could on your hands," he responded.

i listened mindlessly to their banter as i watched matt pull into the driveway of where i assumed was their home.

chris unbuckled and got up, moving to quickly get out and open the door for me. i furrowed my eyebrows and smiled softly at him. "thanks," i breathed and followed chris to their front door.

"mom, we brought home a friend," matt stated a bit louder as we walked through the door. who i assumed was their mother, stepped out from the kitchen and smiled warmly at me.

"hi, y/n is it?" she asked and carefully set her hands on the sides of my arms. she smiled brightly, and i smiled softly back.

she seemed super sweet, like an amazing mom to the triplets.

"yeah, y/n," i mumbled back and smiled. "so great to meet you, thanks for having me and stuff," i chuckled and her smile only seemed to widen if possible.

"oh, don't worry about it, sweetheart. you're welcome always. i'm mary-lou, their mom." she stated, motioning her head to the two boys behind us. i smiled softly and nodded before chris and matt lead me to their room where they typically hung out.

i looked around and smiled warmly at the posters on the wall of things they liked, the cleanliness of the room, and the things that piqued my interest just as much as theirs.

"i made chris rid of all the soda cans sitting around, so it would be clean for you," matt mumbled to himself, which rewarded him a smack in the arm from chris.

"hey, some of them were yours too. and you didn't have to mention the mess," he seemed to lower his voice in the last part, glancing at me.

"don't worry. before i moved, i was kind of the same way," i replied and smiled. i stood awkwardly at the doorway, unsure if i should sit or where to sit.

chris gently pat beside him. "here, wanna sit?" he offered, and i nodded softly. i carefully sat beside him on the couch in the room, a comfortable distance from him. matt was setting up the tv before he moved to sit beside chris.

"what do you wanna watch, y/n?" he asked, and i sat in thought.

"ugh, i don't know," i mumbled and stared at their wall in thought. my mind wandered. "i really like comedies, some action movies and sometimes horror or sci-fi," i mumbled, looking between the two.

"okay," matt began, "i asked for a movie, not every genre," he joked, and i scoffed. "at least you aren't picky." he mumbled and leaned back, going through movies.

i watched mindlessly as he scrolled through a bunch of movies, but one in particular made me jump to my seat.

"mean girls?"

they both turned to me, and i felt my face grow hot.

"sorry, i know it's cliche, but it's a good movie.. and a classic," i started to defend myself, and they both shrugged.

"nick talks about it a lot, but i'm not sure matt and i have actually seen it," chris replied as he moved an arm to rest on the back of the couch in my direction.

"mean girls it is." matt stated and put on the movie. he leaned back after adjusting the volume, a content smile on his face as he kept his space and even kicked his feet up on the couch.

chris glanced at me and smiled softly, before looking around and back at me. "do you want a blanket or anything?" he questioned, and i blinked a few times before shrugging.

"i mean, if you're offering-" i replied with a soft giggle.

he just watched before smiling warmly. "i'll grab it for you," he mumbled as he sat up and went to grab a blanket that was nicely folded in his room.

i watched as he left, looking at matt and shooting him a soft smile before focusing on the movie.

chris came back a few moments later with a blanket and unfolded it, carefully draping it over me. i blushed softly and smiled at him as he sat back down beside me. "thanks," i breathed, and he nodded softly.

i felt warm. not because of the blanket, but more because of the feeling of chris being so close beside me. i knew i liked him, i had established that. i was just nervous. i leaned back into the couch, my head accidentally touching his arm that was resting on the back. i glanced at him and mouthed a quick apology to him, before turning back to the tv.

god, anyone would have to be out of their mind if they thought i knew what was going on in this movie right now. i had seen it a million times, yet for some reason every word felt so unfamiliar and it was probably because this blanket was drowning me in chris's scent. i blinked a few times before i slouched against the couch, trying to focus more on the movie to avoid any awkward interactions.

the movie was almost over, almost at the fun and dramatic ending when matt got a call on the phone.

"hello? oh, yeah we're upstairs. oh sick... sounds about right. yeah, i'll be right there. bye," matt pulled his phone from his ear as he stood up and smiled at chris and i. "i'm gonna go help nick with groceries. nick said he called you like seven times, but you're hopeless." matt smirked as he stood up. "i'll be back in a bit, pause it?" matt asked, and i smiled at him.

"of course, it only gets better.." i mumbled and paused the movie, leaning back.

chris scoffed as he whipped out his phone, looking to check his missed calls. matt had left the room at this point. i glanced at chris's phone screen to see if there were as many missed calls as matt had mentioned, but i almost felt like i was intruding by doing so.

chris seemed to notice this though, and smiled as he scoot over. he carefully wrapped an arm around me and motioned his phone towards me, indicating it was okay to look.

i blushed deeply as i stared at chris, blinking a few times.

"is this okay?" he asked softly, his voice a bit raspy now from focusing on the movie for so long.

i quickly nodded and smiled shyly, leaning into his embrace. i looked at his phone as he pulled up tiktok, scrolling through a few of them.

chris carefully leaned his head against the top of mine, and i kept my focus on his for you page, which resulted in a few laughs from both of us.

should i do it? should i speak up and tell him how i feel? and maybe get somewhere? i mean, he wouldn't hug me like this for no reason right? my mind wandered. i took in a breath and opened my mouth to speak, but his phone dinged. and i turned to it, assuming it would be his brothers texting him.

maeve Heyy Chris❤️

maeve You work tmrw?

my heart sank. i blinked a few times as i watched chris almost immediately swipe away both notifications. i visibly tensed before shooting up after a few moments, standing up and looking directly at chris, who now looked puzzled. "where's your bathroom?" i mumbled at lightning speed, and he blinked as he also stood up.

"it's.. it's right down the hall, first door on the left," he started, but gently took my arm. "are you okay?" he asked, and i smiled and nodded quickly before stepping back.

"yup, just reaally have to pee!" i mumbled again, spinning on my heel and heading towards the bathroom where i closed the door and locked it behind me.

deep breaths, y/n.

it's really probably no big deal right? right.

i couldn't believe that for a second, unfortunately. chris is incredibly attractive, and maeve is a pretty blonde. i would have been stupid to think she wouldn't go after him. and what reason does he have not to go after her?

i let out a breathy sigh as i stared at myself in their mirror. why did i feel like crying? i just met this guy. but we had so much in common and such a connection because of it. i bit my lip. this sucked. a lot. but i guess it was too good to be true. i carefully moved towards the door and opened it.

matt was standing in the room with nick and chris, where all three of them now turned to you with a slight look of confusion.

"hey, y/n," nick smiled and waved, and i bit my lip and waved back.

"you okay?" matt asked, and i quickly nodded.

"yeah, i um. need to go home. now." i breathed and bit my lip. "don't worry, my mom is... getting me," i lied, and smiled softly at them as i waved and quickly left.

on my way out, i saw mary-lou and smiled softly, waving. "i'm leaving, but thank you so much for having me," i breathed, and she seemed a bit confused at my hurriedness, but nodded and waved nonetheless.

"it was great meeting you, y/n. have a great night, come again soon!" she smiled, and i felt almost hurt.

i went outside and bit my lip as i sent my location to my mother, sitting against the curb. i pulled my hood over my head and wrapped my arms around my knees, fighting the urge to cry.

this was stupid. i should have known.

the hot guy would be with the hot girl, and the new girl who moved into town would be the new girl. that was all.

after some time of music blasting in my ears, which this time was some hotel ugly, i heard tires roll up against the asphalt. i quickly opened the door and sat in the car before my mom started driving.

"what happened?" she questioned, moving to set a hand on my shoulder, but i shrugged it off.

"i don't.. really want to talk about it right now," i breathed. i looked down at my phone, where i had a few texts now from chris. my heart ached.

from: chris⭐ hey, i hope everything is ok

from: chris⭐ i had a really great time, thx 4 comin

i bit my lip and turned my phone over, leaving him on opened.

and to think i had to face him tomorrow at work.

hi guys, let me know what you think of this !!! <33

taglist;; @mysterioussmae :) thanks for being the first !!

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo smut #sturniolo x reader #chris x reader #matthew sturniolo

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spaceagebachelormann · 4 months

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Platonic hcs for Adam Frankenstein and a gender neutral reader that befriends him? hope you’re having a great day btw!

platonic adam frankenstein hcs !

✧ warnings: some swearing

✧ additional info: oh my god i got so excited when i saw this request by all means pls send more for my classic monsters m.list and/or phantom of the opera (if you’ve seen it ofc) this made me so happy ur an angel. also can be read as either the book or movie versions <3

✧ m.list — nav.

so like

he’d probably be intimidated when u first come across him

like he doesn’t trust you but he isn’t going to hurt you because he doesn’t have a reason

you probably need to show him ur not gonna do anything before he stops trying to get away from u

and when that happens he’ll still be a bit suspicious

just start by introducing urself and explaining ur intentions and he’ll calm down

he finally introduces himself to u as gently as he can cause he doesn’t wanna like. scare u away ofc

once he gets comfortable he’s such a good friend

one of the first things he does is ask u abt ur life cause he feels like it’s important to know what ur friends lives are like (he’s right go check up on ur friends rn if ur reading this 😒)

he knows he can’t like stay with u (probably) and u can’t stay with him so he gets kinda sad when u leave

goodbye hugs absolutely happen!!

and he’s super gentle cause he’s really strong and could easily crush u

also def gives head pats

erm anyway

typa guy to walk into ur house like he lives there (if u live alone)

but if he doesn’t i feel like you would be going to wherever tf he is more than him coming to u

and he gets so happy if u just show up unexpectedly

like that shit makes him more happy than showing up on scheduled time

and if ur ever late cause u had a problem for someone else oh my god

a) u came to the right person because he’s very sweet and understanding and will listen to u and give input if u ask

b) he’ll stomp that mf like a bug if u want him too

c) his hugs are fucking amazing

he’s so good at comforting <3

other than that he’d probably know how to cook from living alone so he’d like making u food

even if u don’t ask he has something ready for u

and you WILL eat it or i’m gonna come after u 😒

would also randomly bring u gifts as a thank you for befriending him because now he isn’t as lonely and has someone to talk to! <3

the thought of him like getting all happy when u come through the door to see him is making me so happy and sad at the same time he’s such a cutie patootie

this one might take some time. but once he’s rlly rlly comfortable he’ll prob tell u abt what happened with victor

was mainly afraid of telling u cause he wasn’t sure how u would react

has so much more respect for u when u aren’t rude to him abt it <3

if u have any random drama bro is invested

“SHE DID WHAT” core

will think ur in the right literally no matter what

u could’ve done some shit scandalous and he’s defending u

u could probably help him come outside more cause he’d always be inside

just say to him “hey we should go for a walk!!” and with a bit of convincing ur suddenly outside in the woods on a walk

THE ANIMALS LOVE HIM SO MUCH

like it’s so cute he’s sitting on the ground trying to pay attention to 15 animals at once

even if he’s deformed they know hes rlly sweet and wouldn’t do anything to them

also he’d fucking love picnics

like just sitting there and listening to u talk abt whatever

he loves it <3

#mars writing 🧈#frankenstein (marlees version 🫀)#adam frankenstein #frankenstein #victor frankenstein #frankenstein x reader #adam frankenstein x reader

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yanderepuck · 8 months

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Hi! Can I get an angst/comfort fic of Arthur with a female s/o who is depressed and suicidal? Like he walks in on his s/o c*tting while having a mental breakdown? Or he just notices the cuts/scars? Or he walks in on his s/o bl33ding out?? Idk you can get creative with it I’ve just been having an extremely rough couple months. If this makes you uncomfortable then you can just ignore this request, but thanks anyways! I hope you have a great day/night!! <3

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I was so focused on Charles that I couldn't work on anything else.

BUT I LOVE WRITING THIS KINDS OF STUFF BC ITD ALSO MINI THERAPY FOR ME

THAT BEING SAID!!!!! READER!!! YOU READ THE ASK!! YOU ARE AWAY OF THE TRIGGERS IN THIS FIC!!!

I highly appreciate when you guys interact and reblog my fics. But I also completely understand why not everyone can read this kind of material.

He notices everything. Everything but the important parts. But to be honest. You aren't quite sure if you want him to notice.

You have mini arguments with yourself about wanting him to know wanting anyone to know. You just want someone to know how much pain you are in. But then there's the side that says that no one can know. No one can find out.

Even if he were to bring it up you would probably just deny it.

You keep your sleeves down. You make sure you are the only one in the thermae. You're just glad it isn't summer. You can get away with saying it's a bit chilly in the mansion.

Every morning you slap a smile on your face, and the moment you get to your room the whole act drops.

You just recently relapsed. Under your sleeves your forearms are covered in bandages. Arthur keeps getting close and wrapping his arms around you, telling you how the two of you should go back to his room.

You tell him that it's that time of the month and even though he's a vampire, you say that you aren't comfortable with it, and would rather sleep alone.

Without much of a care you go to your room. You gave him a peck on the cheek and that was it. Needless to say it wasn't a very convincing excuse.

You loved him, you really did. But right now you wanted to be alone. No. That's a lie. You don't want to be alone, but you feel like you should be alone, like you deserve to be alone.

You take your shirt off and unravel the bandages around your arm. They still look fresh.

You grab the razor blade you hide in your nightstand drawer along with a towel that is so very bloody. You sit on your bed and fiddle with the blade while you look down at your arm.

Where to do it? You don't want to cross over cuts. You aren't trying to kill yourself just yet so you don't want to get too close to the vein.

There's not much room left. But then you look beyond your arm. Your thighs.

You get your skirt off and start poking at your thigh with the edge of the blade wondering how hard you should press. Would any area be more pleasurable than another?

One way to find out.

The first cut is small and fairly shallow. Just a test.

The second cut is the same length but a little deeper. Now there's some blood.

The third cut got it just right.

The fourth. The fifth. The tenth. The eighteenth.

You realize you might have gone overboard. You didn't mean for this many, but it's a fresh spot. It needs to be covered.

Blood is dripping down your leg.

You are just about to wipe yourself with the towel when there's a knock at the door. Panic sets in.

Did you lock it? The scene of you walking in quickly plays through your head and you don't think you did.

"Give me a mo-"

You don't get a chance to finish and the door is being pushed open. You're just in your bra and underwear. You can't even cover yourself. You're stuck.

"I made you some tea and brought some-"

Arthur cut you off, and the sight in front of him got him speechless. Imagine. Arthur speechless.

The blade is in one hand, the bloody rag in the other, and tears in your eyes. This isn't how he should have found out. You aren't ready.

Arthur drops the tray he was holding and the tea and sweets make a mess on the floor. He rushes over to you and takes the blade from your hand.

You're frozen. You don't even realize he's talking to you, or that he's even touching you. You only snap out when he has his hands on your cheeks and he kisses you.

Tears rolling down his face. "Love....w..why didn't you tell me."

He's panicking with you, but for very different reasons.

"I... I..."

You don't have an answer. You don't have one. What are you supposed to tell him? That it feels good? That it makes you feel alive? That this is better than being a numb empty shell? This is your boyfriend in front of you.

Arthur gets some of his senses back and takes your shirt from the floor and presses it against your thigh to soak up and to stop the blood. The last few got deep. You started to get used to the new flesh.

He kisses you again. "Please say something," he keeps one hand on your cheek so you would look at him.

Your head was in his direction, but your eyes weren't. They were down. Not looking at anything in particular.

"I... I'm sorry," your voice cracks and the tears start. It's like a damn broke.

"Shhh. I'm here now," he lifts the shirt to see how the bleeding is, but then puts the shirt right back over the cuts.

"Everything is going to be okay now," he brushes the hair out of your face and behind your ear. He is now noticing the cuts on your forearm. He doesn't point them out but you can feel his eyes on them.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry," the tears come out harder. Using the back of your hand you try wiping them away.

"Here," h takes your hands and puts them on the shirt. "Keep those there while I go get some things, okay?"

Arthur's hands are stained red. He doesn't want to leave you but he wants to clean your wounds. He leaves and gathers the items he needs as quickly as he can. Paying no attention to anyone he might pass.

He wasn't gone long, and this time he closed the door when he came in.

You still have your hands on the shirt, sobbing. The scene didn't change. He slowly removes your hands and the shirt. With a clean damp towel he gently wipes your thigh to get rid of the extra blood.

"It's going to be okay," he talks softly and he isn't sure if it's for him or for you. "I'll make it all better."

He cleans up your thigh and pats it dry before putting an ointment on it. He isn't sure how well it will stay but he wraps a bandage around it as well. Kissing it once it's wrapped.

Then he looks at your arm and repeats the process. He never once asks why. That's not the right question right now.

By the end of it, he is covered in your blood but it doesn't phase him at all. He goes through your clothes and finds that one big comfy shirt that you like.

"Let's get this on," he puts it over your head and then realizes you will probably be comfier without the bra. He reaches around and unhooks it, helping you slip your arms out of the straps and though the arm holes of the shirt.

He can tell you're exhausted. Mentally and physically. He was going to do everything for you that he possibly could. He tosses your bra to the side and pulls the shirt all the way down.

"Let's lay down," he helps you down. You just about stopped crying, and now you feel even emptier than before. There's almost no life in your eyes.

"I love you," he tells you softly. His heart is still racing. His face is still wet. But he was going to do everything for you.

You reach out and grab his hand, holding it tightly, not wanting to be alone.

"Please... Please don't leave."

"I'm right here. I'm not going anywhere," he kisses the back of your hand. "Let me clean up and I will lay with you, alright love?"

You don't want to let his hand go, but you trust him. You trust him more than anyone else that he wouldn't leave you like this.

He gives a weak smile and starts to clean up the floor, gathering your clothes, and cleaning up the tray he dropped. He just sets everything to the side.

He takes his own shirt off and adds it to the bloody pile before turning the lights off and crawling in bed with you.

He stays close, but enough to give you space. You weren't in the right headspace to have the talk right now, and he knew that. He would leave it for the morning.

"I love you more than anything," he kisses your cheek and holds your hand. "I would do anything for you."

"I... I'm..."

"Shh... We don't need to talk about it now. I just need you to rest. Doctors orders."

You simply nod your head. With all the crying, and panicking, you felt yourself getting exhausted.. you closed your eyes and tried to think of absolutely anything else to fall asleep.

#ikevamp #ikemen vampire #ikevamp arthur #that ended up being longer than i anticipated

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sluttyminghao · 1 year

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pairing: soonyoung x gn!reader w.c.: 2k rating: 18+ warnings/kinks: dacryphilia, sub!soonyoung, dom!reader, handjob, overstim and edging, slight bdsm themes, mentions of a vibrator, soonyoung is needy af and is also called a slut like twice in this a/n: so uh hi this is the first thing i've written in probably months and I apologise! this is also a very, very late Christmas gift for @horanghoe ily liv I hope u like this! love from your secret Santa xox i changed the plot of this like 3 times I'm so sorry it's this late anyways I hope you enjoy!

As soon as Soonyoung stumbled through the door and carelessly toed his shoes off at the entrance, you knew he was exhausted. Hours of practising and perfecting dance moves from sun up to sun down definitely took more of a toll on him on some days, and he required extra attention and care when this was the case.

You immediately move from the couch to greet him when you hear the door close, a tired smile gracing his lips as he wraps his arms around your frame and kisses the nape of your neck softly. He sighs as he holds you tightly, and you feel him melt into your grasp the longer he holds you as if his stress is fading away just from your simple presence and touch.

Anytime he was like this, he was normally very quiet and pliant, in comparison to his normal self. It broke your heart seeing him like that, but if there was one thing you had learnt within your relationship, it was how to take care of him when his social and physical batteries were running critically low.

“Do you want me to run you a bath, baby?” Your voice is soft and slightly muffled because your head is smushed into his defined pecs, but he seems to understand you as he hums and finally, he lets go of you, a smile etched on his face while he begins removing his clothing.

“That would be great, thanks babe,”

You don’t even process his thanks as you stare at him, and it takes all of your power to not jump him right that second, his defined and beautifully proportionate body still covered with a slight sheen of sweat. The overhead lights bounce off his skin and leave him looking like a glowing adonis, and he knows it too, judging by the smirk that covers his features when he sees you staring.

You can feel your face burning as you swiftly turn on your heel and walk quickly to the bathroom. It was like a little sanctuary for you both that you had spent hours decorating to your preferred look, and you were so proud of how it had turned out. There were small plants dotted around the room, soft beige colours painting the walls and a few lightly scented candles to bring the room together.

As soon as you step over the threshold of the bathroom, you turn the light on and set them to the dimmest setting. With a simple flick of your hand, you have the matchstick burning and slowly lighting each candle in the room. Once lit, the candles provided a calming ambience that had even your stresses melting away.

The sound of the water running into the bath has Soonyoung dragging his tired body inside, stripped down to only his boxers now. He stands behind you and wraps his arms around your waist lightly, peppering soft kisses along your shoulder. You sprinkle some lavender bath salts into the rising water and turn the tap off once it’s sufficiently full, before turning to Soonyoung and gesturing for him to hop in.

He quickly strips his boxers off and tosses them into the corner, before slowly stepping into the warm water and sighing in relief when he slides himself down the bath side. You watch as his shoulders begin to loosen up and he sinks further down in the bath so that only his shoulders and head are above water.

“Feel a bit better?” You ask, your hand skimming the surface of the water. He hums out his reply and catches your hand with his hand and holds it tightly, before intertwining his fingers with yours. You peek up at his face and he’s staring at you with a slight grin on his face, but also something behind his eyes you can't quite comprehend, but has your heart beating slightly faster.

“Are you gonna join me? You look pretty uncomfortable there,” Soonyoung chuckles, seeing how you’ve perched awkwardly on the side of the tub. You shake your head and run your fingers through his soft hair soothingly, and he closes his eyes at the feeling. It seemed almost hypnotizing, the way his strands of hair fell perfectly on his forehead.

“No, this bath is for you, I’m taking care of you tonight.”

“Well, there’s just one little problem I think you might be able to help me with then,” he whispers, and it’s with one small glance down his torso that you notice his erect cock. You weren't even sure how long he’d been hard for, but the tip was bright red and angry, and a singular vein ran up the side of his cock and made it look extremely girthy.

You don’t let him say anything else before you’re leaning down and gripping the base of his cock, and he’s sucking in a breath and gripping the sides of the bathtub. Slowly, you let your hand move up and down the length of his cock, watching as his hips jerk and his knuckles turn white against the ceramic tub.

His breathy sighs and pants as you slowly stroke him only feed into your ego as you let your hand begin to speed up, his sighs turning into whines and his pants turning to pleas. With only a couple of flicks of your hand, he’s like putty in your hand and has become submissive. He’s staring at you with wide eyes, mouth hanging open slightly and one of his hands is reaching down to grab at your wrist.

“Don’t you dare, Soonyoung. You wanted this, so now you’re going to be my good little slut and take what I give you. Understand?” He nods quickly and moves his hand back to its original position, and spreads his legs out so you have better access to his cock.

With the way his hips are jerking and his head is thrown back, Adam's apple bobbing violently, you can tell he’s getting close to his orgasm. He manages to crack his eyes open and practically loses it as soon as he sees your lust-filled stare and smirk, his orgasm ripping through him with a loud moan while you continually rub his tip.

Spurts of white cover his abdomen and your hand, and there's a lot of it. You watch with a smirk as his body shakes violently, and noises that sound similar to sobs escape his lips as his cock takes over his mind momentarily. Tears fall from his eyes and drop onto his lip, which you quickly wipe away.

“Good boy, that’s my good boy, so pretty when you cry” you coo as he whimpers and comes down from his high, your hand still wrapped lightly around his softening cock. He tries to move away from your hand, but to no avail, as you push his chest lightly and keep him seated. If he wanted this so badly, you would give it to him.

He’s still whimpering as you slowly move your hand along his shaft again, watching tears well up in his dark eyes when he realizes what you’re doing. He shakes his head and tries to move away again, but doesn't say your safe word. You truly knew that if he did want to stop, he would use it.

Although you had never physically heard him admit it, you had a feeling he was very into overstimulation, and your theory was proven even more so in this situation. Thinking about all the uses for this kink filled your mind as you continued to pump him steadily, his gasps and moans like music to your ears.

“P-please…” his voice comes out as a harsh whisper as he trembles in the now cooling bath water, your hand still stroking him at a constant pace. He’s growing hard in your hand again and you know that it won’t be long until he’s wanting to cum again. You let your hand cup his balls briefly and squeeze, watching as his body jolts and he looks like he’s about to burst.

“What do you want, my good little slut?”

“I want to cum, please let me cum again,” he sobs, which is your cue to pump him as quickly as you can manage in your awkward position while he flails and sobs, his abs contracting constantly and his head thrown back in pure lust. You can feel your own panties getting soaked with want just from the lustful image of your boyfriend in front of you, but you know you need to focus your attention on him first.

“No.”

He stares at you with surprise and another sob leaves his lips when you pull your hand away from his cock, effectively leaving his cock twitching and his orgasm ebbing away. He goes to place his own hand on his cock to finish himself off, but with a swift motion, you have his hands pinned over his head, and he gasps at the contact.

“Why did you stop?” His voice comes out like a warble, and you can see his lip trembling. You kiss his nose lovingly and let your free hand trace delicately along his jawline, his breath hitching with even the slightest contact. You smile and drop his hands before stepping away and turning on your heel.

“I stopped because I’m not done with you yet. I want you to get out of that bath and onto the bed. Oh, and no touching yourself either”

You weren't quite sure if you were expecting him to put up a fight, or immediately be out of the tub and splashing water everywhere. Either way, there was going to be a mess to clean up in two separate rooms later. You pushed that thought to the back of your mind temporarily and focused on your boyfriend instead.

There’s silence from behind you before you hear the tub draining and Soonyoung is scrambling out of the tub to obey your orders. A small grin covers your lips as you bend down to get to the basket below your bed filled with toys and ties, things you normally use together in bed.

After pulling out some soft rope and a vibrator, you stand back up and see Soonyoung, now dry, laying patiently on the bed, cock still hard and leaking. When he sees you standing, a smile lights up his face and he’s reaching out to you with his hands as if he wanted to cuddle.

You can’t resist him and immediately jump into his arms, being held in his arms only briefly before you remember what your end goal is. You pry yourself out of his arms and quickly have his arms pinned above him again, but this time you grab the rope sitting next to his head and swiftly tie them to the headboard.

He doesn't seem surprised this time but instead seems to be filled with more lust than you had thought even possible and has a loopy smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. When you deem the ties tight enough, you shuffle off the bed and remove your own clothing, watching as his eyes bulge out of his head.

“You’re gonna be my good boy, right? You’ll take as many orgasms as I give you?” Your voice is sickly sweet and all he can do is whine and nod his head at you, waiting for whatever you give him. Upon holding up the vibrator, his cock twitches and his hands tug forcefully against the restraints, and you feel a wave of dominance surge through you.

“I will take as many orgasms as you give me,” he sputters out, the humming of the vibrator making his cock leak and whines escaping him once more. You smirk evilly at how submissive he is for you, how he is only thinking about you.

“Good boy, you’re in for a long night.”

#sluttyhao smut #kpop smut #kpop scenario #seventeen smut #seventeen scenario #seventeen imagine #hoshi smut #hoshi scenario #soonyoung smut #soonyoung scenario

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