#but that wasn't really gonna help the plot here so sorry

[sourbinnie]

☆ regrets & replacements ☆

♡ genre ¿? ♡ -> angstttt (is all i know how to do) ♡ pair ¿? ♡ -> hyung line!skz x gn!reader ♡ plot ¿? ♡ -> did he actually forget? or did someone make him forget? ♡ warnings ¿? ♡ -> swearing ♡ request ¿? ♡ -> yes!

a/n -> i'm gonna use the same name for the girl best friend and it's soohee, i'm sorry if that's your name babes. to the person who sent me this request, babe i'll try making a happy ending i promise (even if this is just so sad lmaooo)

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chan ✉

it wasn't weird to you that he wasn't the first person to say "happy birthday" to you that morning. he had always been busy especially in comeback season, you weren't mad, just a bit disappointed. the messages started flooding in as you looked at your phone trying to respond to everything. as the hours passed and no chan messages, no appearances at your front door and definitely no calls, you were starting to feel a bit uneasy.

you thought maybe he was planning a surprise? maybe you had to be more patient. or maybe he actually forgot and you were just waiting for nothing. either way the thoughts left your head as soon as you heard the phone ring and it was a video call from minho.

"happy birthday (y/n)!" the boys cheered and they even had a cake with them. it made you feel ten times better knowing they cared so much but it still made you wanna cry not seeing chan there, it just felt wrong. "i'm sorry we couldn't say this earlier, we were busy with practice and i'm sure your boyfriend will be there at any minute." minho said.

"i hope so, he still hasn't said anything." you responded and they all looked confused as hell. chan had been wanting everything to be perfect for your birthday day and him not saying anything was kinda weird to all of them. "did he say anything to you guys?"

"he left earlier because he said he got plans? i thought he would be right there when we called." felix said and now it was your turn to be confused. so if he wasn't here and he said he got plans? where was he? it just didn't make sense. 

"i'm gonna text him right now to get his ass to your house." jisung said as he brought out his phone and texted as fast as he could. you could read the look on his face through the screen as he read the reply and it wasn't pleasing at all. "he's with soohee." jisung said and it was like everything stopped for a moment. 

"you're not serious right now." seungmin said and you couldn't hear the boys go off anymore because it was now starting to make sense. you were never really good friends with soohee, you tried to but it was like she had another image for who she wanted to be with chan (probably herself). you decided to hang up because you couldn't really talk anymore, you were just shocked that she would go that low and that he would not care enough. 

you wanted to go out and enjoy the rest of your birthday but it's like you were glued to the couch as the hours went by and eventually chan did get home. he looked at you and took in the scene, he wasn't sure what happened that you didn't text him all day like you usually do or that you didn't come by during practice. something had to be wrong for you to be acting like this right?

"baby? what's wrong? i missed you today." he said as he tried to sit down next to you but you got up and now he was starting to understand that he was the one who did you wrong. he still didn't know why though and the vague messages from the boys today weren't helping. he felt like he wasn't in on whatever was going on and it was starting to make him panic. "did i do something wrong? i have no idea what's happening."

"can i be alone today chris? i'm just not feeling too well." you expressed and that made him worry even more. you usually would talk it out if something like this happened but you were more silent than anything. you headed towards your shared room leaving a puzzled chan behind. that's when something popped up on his phone saying "(y/n)'s birthday, don't forget to pick up all the things you ordered!" and it fucking broke him completely. 

not only he didn't say happy birthday to you, not only he forgot to pick up all the gifts, not only did he not organize everything he had planned for today. he spent the whole day with a person he knew you weren't fond of and not with you who had waited all day for him to do something. if he wasn't the worst boyfriend in the planet right now, he surely didn't know who it was. 

minho ✉

it was no secret to you that minho forgot. you weren't really bothered by it since you weren't used to celebrating your birthday all that often but it made you kind of excited to do so this year. jisung decided to join you in organizing the event and when the day arrived, he said everything was set in place and of course told you happy birthday before anyone could do so.

"is minho hyung with you?" jisung asked over the phone as you tried to get ready. that question caught you off guard as you thought he told you he was going to be at the dorms. 

"he's not in the dorms?" you asked now feeling a bit troubled and hoping for the answer you knew wouldn't arrive because if he was at the dorms, jisung wouldn't have asked in the first place.

"i was sure that he told me he would be at your house before the party." he responded but as you looked around, yeah minho wasn't anywhere to be found and now you were wondering if he would show up at all. anxiety kicked in and that was not pleasant to feel on your special day. "okay i can feel you panicking through the phone already, he might be my best friend but i'm kicking his ass for lying."

jisung hanged up all of the sudden and you tried to concentrate on your look. you knew everyone was gonna be there so you wanted to make a good impression but all that was going through your mind was "why would minho lie?" and "where was minho?". it troubled you so much that you had to call him to know what was going on. 

"(y/n)? babe? i'm kinda busy right now." hearing his voice relieved you but you were still going back and forth in your head trying to figure out. maybe he was gonna surprise you? maybe he did really forget? or maybe he just didn't care? oh god all those questions.

"minho where are you?" you asked and waited for the dreaded response, you were already assuming the worst and you were right to do so when he responded.

"i'm at soohee's house. she had a bad date with a guy and she needed me here." he said as if it was all natural like he wasn't missing out on anything and that made you want to cry on the spot but you held back. it wasn't that he chose you over her, it was that she did this all the time and he wasn't realizing how she was using him. you wanted him to be here, to show you that he cared but his actions were speaking louder than anything.

"minho do me a favor and don't show up today." you said as you hung up, leaving a baffled minho on the other side of the line. what were you talking about? okay yes he lied about seeing his friend but it was because neither you or jisung liked her at all. he was just trying to be a good friend and he ended up being a bad one and also a terrible boyfriend in the process, how did that make any sense?

"who called?" soohee asked as she came back from getting all her makeup off after a long crying session. 

"oh it was (y/n), they were pissed at me though and i have no idea why." he explained and that only made her chuckle which had him confused. what was funny about his significant other being mad at him? yeah there was nothing funny about it.

"probably because their dumb birthday party was today." she responded and it hit him like a bucket of cold water. he looked at the calendar on his phone and he wanted to actually punch a wall. he forgot his partner's birthday, he lied in the process and he chose someone else who was now showing her true colors before him over you. how the fuck would he make it up to you now?

changbin ✉

you were trying to process what was going on as you woke up and had a ton of messages but there was no changbin beside you. it was weird also how all of the texts you were getting started with "happy birthday" but the one changbin sent only said "i'm gonna be busy today, sorry that i left without a goodbye!" and it was okay, you didn't expect him to remember everything especially when he was buried with work. 

well you thought it was work at least. you didn't expect it to be something else but every single one of the boys had told you to have a wonderful day and that they were sure changbin was gonna enjoy his day off with you. so it wasn't work and now you were left to think about the endless possibilities of where he could be.

"he left without a word?" yeonjun asked as he and wooyoung dropped by. they were some of changbin's closest friends but easily became yours as well as you hung out often with them. "but he told us he had big plans for today! where the fuck could he be?"

"i have no idea. i thought the boys would know but they even told me he asked for a day off to spend it with me." you said and you started to feel a little troubled. maybe something happened? he would tell you if something was happening though especially if it was an emergency.

"let's hope he's just planning the surprise." wooyoung said and you were hoping for that, that it was all just one big confusion and he didn't forget about you. you felt incredibly lonely when they left but they had hope that his friend would appear again and that "busy" meant he was gonna show up with a million flowers to make it up to you. 

but time was passing by and no changbin appeared until midnight. he didn't expect for you to be awake at such an hour but he didn't question it as he looked at you, dry tears in your face as you sniffled. worry washed over his body as he sat down next to you and tried to get close but you wouldn't let him.

"darling? what happened?" changbin asked, feeling the tension all of the sudden. he wasn't gonna be a coward and run away from it though, if you were feeling down it was his duty to know what happened.

"wooyoung and yeonjun were here thinking that you might show up with gifts or a reservation. i thought the same for a minute but then you never showed up." you said choking on your tears and it made his heart break into pieces as he processed what was happening. his friends showed up, his bandmates probably said something too, hell even his family told him to not forget about today and what did he do? not remember his significant other's special day.

"i'm sorry (y/n). i spent all day with soohee because she needed me and i forgot to even look at the date, i had everything planned. i'm such a fucking idiot but let me make it up to you." he tried explaining but it was no use as you got up as your sobs got louder and everything he said was only making it worse. he knew that beyond you not having a good relationship with her that he chose her over you on a date that was important and that he was now too late.

"so not only did you forget. you chose to spend it with a person who clearly hates me and everything about our relationship. i think that says more about you than me, changbin." you said as you shook your head and walked to your shared room, only to close the door in the process startling him. he feared that this would be the end because there was no going back from this one.

hyunjin ✉

you knew something was off when hyunjin basically went silent mode. he left the house in the morning, not a trace of a goodbye kiss and less of a happy birthday. he didn't answer his phone calls and neither the texts messages that you were sending which was very odd on his part. he usually would spam you images or emojis but there was no sight of him.

you asked chan if hyunjin happened to be at the studio and he responded back immediately saying that he was supposed to be there for practice and still hasn't showed up. which okay you could understand him working on your birthday, you weren't insane like that but he usually got there on time. you decided to grab your things and head to the jyp building, you wanted to see him mostly. maybe he had forgotten your birthday and that was okay, you still had the rest of the day to celebrate it.

everyone as soon as they saw you said "happy birthday" or greeted you which was very nice. when you saw the boys you couldn't help but smile even if deep down inside you were freaking out. you could tell the vibe was off as well as you saw chan on his phone but you weren't shook out of your thoughts as felix talked to you.

"you shouldn't have to spend your birthday at a filthy dance studio with us. you should be celebrating!" he said as he hugged you and you returned the hug. maybe you did need this embrace after all because you were feeling a little down as hyunjin still didn't arrive.

"i just wanted to see him lix. i'm kinda worried but i'm hoping for the best." you mumbled and he nodded as he understood how you were feeling and why you weren't acting like yourself.

"he says he's coming over here, thank god." chan said and that made you smile a little but then remembered he did not pick up any of your calls yet he picked up when chan called him. maybe he was busy before? well he could've still responded to you a bit later right?

you sat down next to seungmin as he saw how you were feeling and wanted to distract you from it. it was working until everyone saw hyunjin walk in with soohee and that was the answer to all your troubles even if it brought a storm towards you and what was going to happen.

"baby? what are you doing here?" he asked with a confused look on his face and could immediately pick up the tension in the room as the boys were glaring at him and you just looked so sad. 

"oh god are you seriously looking like that because he didn't say happy birthday? how old are you?" soohee spoke and hyunjin closed his eyes as he let it sink in. he knew you two weren't in terms and this only made it worse didn't it? he left without a trace, he didn't respond to anything on his phone and he was now walking in with her as she spoke to you in such a hateful way. 

"i'm just gonna go. i'm sorry for interrupting the practice guys and hyunjin, please don't come by my apartment." you said as the tears rolled down your face and you left as fast as you could. hyunjin wanted to go after you but felix stopped him because you needed to be alone for now to heal. the knot in his throat getting tighter as he thought about how he would redeem this after he fucked up so badly.

#sourbinnie #skz imagines #skz reactions #skz scenarios #skz x reader #skz angst #skz #stray kids #stray kids imagines #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #stray kids angst #chan x reader #hyunjin x reader #changbin x reader #minho x reader #stray kids drabbles #skz drabbles

[megistusdiary]

giving tighnari an aphrodisiac while you’re hanging out so he’ll sleep with you cause you have a bit of a huge crush on him, but you severely miscalculate how long it’ll last for so you end up stuck underneath him, pussy aching from his neverending thrusts and his cum flowing out, telling you how much he’s in love with you and your cunt and hoping that this never ends. mission accomplished?

ok sorry i have been gone so long. i actually just finished a monster of a chem report and i am in the mood to write so lets do this >:)

this turned out really long my god- i got really into meaningless plot and dialogue i am so sorry, there's like 1 minute of smut.

also, because i like to keep it consensual, we are gonna say tighnari was already dtf and he knew exactly what those petals do 😏

warnings: rough-dom!tighnari and sub!fem anatomy/pronouns reader

aphrodisiac usage (reader didn't know it was an aphrodisiac she gave tighnari), overstimulation, a lot of cum (unsafe sex 👎), biting, mating press, friends to lovers 🥵🥵, fingering/oral, also mentions of venti because he is your mondstat friend but he is wild

"and you're sure this is legit?" you asked, brows furrowing as you observed the petals in your palm.

"of course i'm sure, are you seriously doubting a professional?" venti grinned as you pursed your lips. "guaranteed to make even the most stoic swoon." venti pressed his hand to his forehead dramatically.

"alright, alright, i trust you." you carefully pocket the preserved blooms as venti eagerly bounces on his heels. you sigh deeply. "okay, one bottle on me, but that's it- diluc charges an arm and a leg these days."

it had been about a week since that conversation on your last day in mondstat. you originally went for research purposes and catching up with some old friends. sure, you expected a few souvenirs but not 'love blooms.'

you inspected the petals on your desk, trying desperately to focus on your reports.

when you told venti about your little (massive) crush on tighnari, venti was delighted to help you in the most venti way possible. by offering you flowers that make your crush fall in love with you.

because what other advice would that bard give?

you had your doubts, but part of you was intrigued to find out if they were real. you didn't want to test the tea on just anyone in case these blooms really did have some magic in them. or maybe you were just overthinking this. what if-

a soft knock on the wood of your door stirred you from your thoughts as you jumped up from your desk, knocking some of your papers off the surface.

"come in!" you call out, seeing tighnari peek his head around the corner of the wall. "tighnari! what are you doing here?"

tighnari greeted you with a small wave, carrying a basket in his arms. "i apologize for intruding so late, i originally meant to drop this off earlier. but you were asleep when i came by, and i didn't want to disturb you." tighnari smiled sheepishly, and you missed the soft blush dusting his cheeks in the low light from your lamp.

"oh, that's fine! it's great, no worries." you laughed awkwardly. "so, what's in there?" you pointed at the basket as he carefully opened the top.

"collei made it for you. she was feeling good this week, said it was the cooler weather and fresh air. she collected some herbs and fungi, and i think some tea leaves she received from a friend visiting liyue." tighnari mumbled, sifting through the contents.

"tell her i said thank you-"

"you could always come over and tell her yourself, you know. being a messenger is hard work for a forest ranger." tighnari teased.

you smiled at him fondly, shaking your head. it wasn't that you didn't want to visit, on the contrary. you were just terrified of embarrassing yourself in front of tighnari and collei.

"well, i am free tomorrow afternoon, if that's an okay time?"

"sure, i would check with collei first, but i'm positive she's already asleep." he hummed, ears flicking atop his head.

you let the quiet linger for a moment before you cleared your throat. "since you came all this way, would you like to stay for some tea?" you suddenly panicked, reminding yourself it was almost dark out, and tighnari would surely want to go back home as soon as possible. "well, i mean, it's late, so that was a stupid thing for me to suggest. sorry."

"actually, if you don't mind having me, i would love to share some tea. i didn't bring anything to drink on the trek here, and i am embarrassed to admit i'm a bit parched." tighnari's tail curled up as you nodded.

"sure! have a seat, anywhere you like- just maybe not on the chair with all my stuff on it, sorry for the mess." you awkwardly shuffled towards the kitchen, pulling the kettle out to start boiling a pot of water.

and then, the wicked little voice of venti popped into your mind.

now would be the perfect time to test out those petals.

you blinked twice, eyes shifting over to your desk where the petals sat. you smacked your cheeks, shaking your head.

no, that would be a bad idea. you don't even know if they're legit. and what if they're actually poison. can you ever really trust venti's judgement with love potion flowers?

you took a deep breath, instead focusing on rummaging through your cabinet, allowing tighnari to slink around your room unnoticed.

he smiled softly as he gazed at your handwriting. it slowly got sloppier as time went on, hand cramping from writing page upon page.

the ink bottle he had purchased for you from inazuma sat on your desk, almost empty. he made a mental note to purchase more the next time he had the chance.

you had lined up your favorite pens and quills on the desk, your notebooks at the side, scratches and rips on the cloth covers, and-

petals?

tighnari arched an eyebrow, glancing over to where you were in the kitchen, busy with digging for decent tea leaves.

he carefully picked the package up, bringing it up towards his face to waft the scent into his nose.

familiar and sweet. the saccharine petals had an aroma he had smelled before, though not from any plants in sumeru. it seemed familiar, like something from mondstat. perhaps he had read about it. something about legends.

tighnari frowned, deep in thought, tail bristling when he finally remembered. of course, mondstat tales of lovers. these flowers brought good luck for couples and those attempting to court their desired partners.

but why would you have them unless-

unless you were trying to court someone? tighnari frowned deeper at that thought.

his ears perked up as he heard you close the cabinets, walking into the room as he quickly situated himself on a chair, neatly folding his tail across his lap.

"sorry it took so long!" you smiled awkwardly. "it's brewing now, it'll just be a few minutes."

"take your time, don't stress yourself out over tea." tighnari shook his head, mentally cooing at your adorable expression when you scratched the back of your neck.

you glanced over at the desk, eyes focused on the petals as you thought of a way to get them without tighnari noticing.

of course, the minute you glanced away, he knew.

and that must mean-

you intended to use them on him? oh, tighnari wished he could say something.

but oh, was he intrigued to see where this path would lead...

and so, he conveniently stood up, excusing himself to the restroom and allowing you to rush and add the petals to the tea. he could hear you clumsily dumping them into his cup, crushing them up.

it was almost endearing in a way to think you wanted to use a love potion on him. how could you not realize you had tighnari wrapped around your finger.

if you had asked tighnari sweetly enough to visit mondstat with you, he would have. if you asked tighnari for another inazuman ink bottle, you'd have one by the next morning. if you asked tighnari to carry you back to his home to visit with collei, he would be more than happy to find a way to do so.

he waited just long enough for you to figure out the petal situation before walking out, adjusting his hair and tail. "oh, is the tea ready?"

"yes, you have perfect timing as always it seems." you laughed as tighnari sat down across from you.

you lifted the kettle, carefully pouring two cups of tea, setting the kettle down and moving his cup to his side. "there we go. i hope you like it- when i was in mondstat i got some flowers for the tea. my friend says they're supposed to be very sweet, and they make tea smooth." you lied through your teeth, praying to the archons that this love spell somehow did work.

you watched as tighnari lifted the cup to his lips, blowing on the liquid before tasting some. it was indeed sweet, unlike most of the bitter brews he makes. "it's very good. a unique sugary taste. maybe i'll have to visit mondstat myself." tighnari hummed, taking larger sips of the tea and watching as your eyes grew comically wide.

"wow, i'm glad you like it so much!" you raised your cup to your lips, feigning a sip as tighnari pretended not to notice. you brushed the hair away from your face, feeling hot as tighnari leaned in closer towards you.

your lips parted, though no words came out as tighnari's nose touched yours. "can i ask you something?"

"anything." you breathed out.

"did you really feel the need to give me a love potion? isn't it obvious i already like you?"

your mouth dropped as you scrambled backwards. "what- i, no, no i didn't- well...it's not what you think, i'm so sorry-"

"i'm not." tighnari shrugged, downing the cup. "i was waiting for you to realize how much i care for you. it isn't easy coming all the way here, you know. especially when it's dark. it isn't easy getting inazuman commodities or fancy sweaters from snezhnaya, you know."

tighnari's words made your face feel hot as you pressed your palms to your cheeks. "why didn't you just say something before?"

"because you're cute when you're flustered." tighnari admitted, surprised at his own boldness. maybe those petals really were affecting him differently due to his anatomy?

you let out a gasp, watching tighnari slowly approach you, crawling closer, almost like a predator stalking his prey.

"tighnari-" you called out to him, feeling him lean over you. his body was warm, radiating heat as you suddenly shook out of your stupor. "tighnari, you feel really hot- i mean warm! you must be sick or something, oh archons, what if i poisoned you. stupid, stupid, i knew i shouldn't have trusted venti." you tried to pull tighnari up, yet he wouldn't budge, instead firmly gripping your chin and tilting your head to look him in the eyes.

"i can tell that love potion isn't doing what you thought it would hm?" tighnari dragged his thumb across your lip, feeling you lean closer to him. "i planned this whole trip to confess to you, honestly. but i think this is a lot more exciting, don't you?"

"tighnari, i've never seen you like this before." you admitted, eyes starry as you gazed up at him. your thighs rubbed against eachother slightly as tighnari suddenly closed his eyes and groaned.

"fuck, i can smell your arousal." you watched as tighnari's pants slowly formed a tent, ears pressed back to his head.

his eyes opened, looking slightly different than before. he almost seemed feral in a way as he suddenly began tearing off your clothes, claws ripping through fabric as you clung onto his shoulders.

he pressed feverish kisses into your skin, pulling your core down against his lap and rutting against you while stripping your form.

how you ended up on your back, knees pressed to your chest was anyone's guess.

you had already come once from him fingering you, licking at your clit and rubbing against your g-spot in the most perfect way, sending you over the edge quickly.

now, he had you underneath him, cock pushing in and out of you at such a rapid pace it had your head spinning. tighnari was mumbling under his breath, almost growling as he fucked into you harshly, heavy balls slapping against your skin.

you cried out for him, tightening as he came deep inside of you. it was thick, dripping out of your hole as you tried to take shallow breaths, gasping as he suddenly started moving again. "what-"

"oh, someone miscalculated their dosage, hm?" tighnari laughed, pressing down harder on the backs of your thighs and fucking you with fervor, grinding into your sweet spot until he had you coming around his cock, trembling beneath him.

he gave you barely any time to recover, playing with your clit and fucking you faster as you sobbed for tighnari, body teetering between extreme pleasure but overstimulation.

you cried out his name, feeling his teeth press along the column of your neck. you arched, allowing him full access to the skin as he hummed his approval, biting down into your skin with the intent of leaving his mark.

you felt him collect the mix of your cum leaking around his dick before coming back to play with your clit, feeling your body shake as he threw you into another orgasm that sent him into his own, filling you up again. his cum leaked out from your hole, though he tried to use his dick to plug it up inside you.

tighnari growled, discontented with the way his cum flowed out of you. "it has to stay in there-" he huffed, beginning to fuck you again as you whined.

"tighnari, wait! slow down- i-"

tighnari silenced you by pressing a deep kiss onto your lips. "it's okay, dear. it's alright. you can take it, i know you can. be a good girl." he smiled, pressing deeper into you, gripping your body and leaving indents from his nails as he grinned wickedly. "good girl."

#genshin impact #genshin smut #genshin impact smut #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader smut #tighnari #tighnari x reader #tighnari smut #tighnari x y/n #tighnari x you #💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚ #✎─𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ❛ ༉‧₊˚

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Bad Dreams

Re4R!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Reader

Summary: Leon has really bad nightmares after Spain, so you try to comfort him. This is just pwp

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it before u tap it), p in v, brief fingering, riding, praise kink, slight somnophilia (she was already awake but hella sleepy), creampie, soft!dom leon, Leon has a mouth on him, the s in leon s kennedy stands for slut, leon has unresolved PTSD, language, established relationship, no use of y/n

WC: 2.3k

A/n: yall mfs are probably like but lia can u pls stop with the Leon shit. And my answer is no. I'm gonna write about that man until I get burn out of him. And since DI is coming out in July yall better get used to him. So yeah in the meantime while I finish my actual plot smut leon fics, here's this pwp to keep yall entertained, enjoy :)

Leon Kennedy Masterlist

Ao3 link (but like pls still rb and shit on here thank u)

Gif cred to this tumblr

Reblogs and comments are highly appreciated!

Cold, a cold, gut wrenching chill ran through his entire body. He could feel it. He could feel himself start to lose control of his mind, of his body. He was frozen, stuck in his place. Only her screams drowned the voices. Her screams, they were deafening. Heart-wrenching. He needed to save her. He had to. But he couldn't. He couldn't save her. He couldn't fucking save anyone. Don't fight it. Just give in. Let it take over. Stop fighting. There's nothing to fight for. The screams. The fucking screams..

Leon—!

Leon's eyes shot open, and he sat up just as fast. Panting, chest glistening with sweat and his hair drenched. He blinked a couple of times as if he was trying to figure out if he was still dreaming. It wasn't dark or gloomy, his bedroom wasn't cold. He realized he was in fact in his bedroom, in his apartment, and he was still alive. He took a couple of long but shaky deep breaths as he ran a hand through his hair, moving in out of his face. He looked to his right side— shit. 

"Leon..?" You were still half asleep, eyes squinted as you reached out to gently grab his arm, now sitting up as well. 

"Sorry. Go back to sleep babe." 

"Hey," You said, now a bit more alert as you rubbed your face with one hand, "was it another nightmare?" 

A month. It had been a month since he came back from Spain. And almost every fucking night he was waking himself up halfway through the night, and by extension you. He felt bad. But you didn't blame him for it, he couldn't help it. Not that you could actually convince him of it though. 

"Yeah." He shook his head dismissively, eyes not meeting yours. "I'm fine."

"Do you think you can go back to sleep?" You asked softly, seeing on the clock next to his side that it was only 3:00 AM. 

"Don't think so." He muttered, still not looking at you. His hands were shaking a bit, and his breathing was still uneven, like he was counting his breaths in his head at an unsteady pace. "It's fine. I'm fine." 

"Leon…" 

"I'm fine." He emphasized, a bit more harshly, hoping you could turn the other way and go back to sleep, to leave him to deal with his own issues. But he could never convince you of that either. 

You frowned softly and without saying a single word you scooted closer to him until your chest was pressed to his arm. You left a kiss on his shoulder, and with your hand you turned his face in your direction. 

"Baby, it's okay." You soothed softly, bringing your lips to his jaw. As you left kisses up his freshly shaved jaw you could feel the lock in his muscles loosen. "I'm right here. You're safe with me. You're okay." 

He breathed unevenly through his nose, eyes shuttering as he turned his head fully, lips crashing against yours. Your soft gasp quickly turned into a satisfied hum. You parted your lips for him as his mouth captured yours, a large hand coming to rest at the back of your neck to bring you closer to him. You were still far too sleepy to match his intensity, but you allowed him to do as he desired. A soft grunt fell from his lips as he squeezed the back of your neck, tongue slipping into your mouth as his other hand irked up your exposed thigh— his old academy t-shirt doing very little to cover your lower half from his prying hand. But you didn't stop him, if anything you parted your thighs with ease. He groaned at this and without hesitation, he threw you over his lap, pulling you to sit on top of him.

"Mmm, you wanna ride me baby?" His tone was low, still slightly raspy from sleep, but he was anything but, he was wide awake, blue eyes big and full of need, desperate, desperate for your comfort and love. You were nodding in an instant. "Yeah? You think you can do that pretty girl?" 

"Uh huh." You mumbled as you looked at him through half lidded eyes, not being able to help rubbing yourself against his clothed cock. 

He exhaled unevenly through his nose, fingers squeezing your bare thighs as he lifted your hips enough to pull down your panties. He was settling you back on his crotch in an instant and you whined as soon as your clit brushed against the soft material of his boxer briefs. Leon hissed softly, bringing two fingers up to your lips. He raised his eyebrows at you, eyes commanding you without having to say the words. You happily parted your lips and he pushed the two fingers into your mouth. He hummed, watching you intently, lip pulled under his teeth as you coated his fingers with your saliva. 

"Mmm yes, good." He hummed as he pulled his fingers from your mouth and instantly pressed his soaked fingers against your clit. He watched with pride as your lips fell open as he spread the wetness over the sensitive bud before he circled them around your entrance. "Fuck, did I tell you how much I missed this pussy? Wanna fuck this pussy so bad baby." 

"Oh Leon— yes— please… Mhmm—!" His fingers slipped into your wet core with ease. The way he could so easily manipulate your body into submission, into needing him, it was beyond comprehension. But you didn't need to understand it. You just wanted him to use you for comfort, you wanted to make him forget. "Please Leon. Please let me ride you now." 

His response was closer to a guttural groan than to any words, but he happily complied. His fingers left you as he attempted to tug down his boxer briefs, you lazily lifted your hips enough for him to pull out his cock. A heavy sigh left his lips as his cock slapped against his stomach. He reached to grab a hold of your hips, but you placed your hands on his chest and gently made him lie on his back. He looked at you with big eyes, a bit surprised by your eagerness, but fuck he'd be damned if he complained. A soft smirk tugged at his lips as he watched you clumsily and a bit messily position yourself above him, coating his cock in your slick.

"Ah— Shit, c'mon baby. C'mon." He spoke through exhales, trying his best not to force you down on his cock himself. But you were sleepy, so tired but still wanting to please him, you could take your time. And you did a minute or so later, he watched with parted lips as you slowly sank down on his cock until only a little bit was left, but he knew you couldn't fit all of him. "Ohhh yes. Yes good girl. Fuck." 

"Oh— mhmm! Fuck Leon." You whimpered, nails digging into his chest as you rocked your hips, eyes already closed as you adjusted to the feeling of him before you were lifting yourself up enough to slam down on his cock, again, and again. 

"Oh my sweet girl, you're doing so well," the praise came through a breathy moan, his eyes only half lidded as he watched you bounce on his cock, one hand gripping your hip and his other arm was behind his head. "Mhmm yeah, fuck yourself on my cock baby— ah— yeah, just like that." 

You were trying, god you were fucking trying. Fucking yourself on Leon like your life depended on it, your moans almost as pathetic as your attempts at keeping up with the pace you both wanted and needed. Poor thing, you were holding for dear life, body over Leon's, clutching the arm under his head as your hips moved. And Leon? He didn't even look like he was breaking a sweat. 

"Ugh— mhm fuck… Leon.." You were whining desperately into Leon's neck, every muscle in your body aching with heat. He could hear the shift in your voice, you weren't just whining, no, you were asking him. "Leon." 

"What do you need, baby?" He moved your face from his neck, eyebrows furrowed with concern as he could feel your pace start to slow. "Why'd you stop?" 

"'M sorry.. I wanna.." Oh, he got it. You wanted him to do it. A small smirk pulled at his lips. "Can you…" 

"Oh pretty girl. Are you tired? I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry I woke you. But don't worry, I'm still gonna fuck you to sleep." He wrapped an arm around your torso, holding you firmly as he sat up. He moved to sit on his knees, your legs tightly wrapped around his waist. He snapped his hips, your body bouncing in his grip. Your face fell into his neck again, crying out when his cock brushed against that sensitive spot inside your walls. "Yeah, right there?" 

Again, again, and again. He held you around his hips, making sure you felt each rock of his hips, and every time his cock hit your most sensitive spot. 

"Yes! Fuck Leon— oh God— yes, don't stop please!" 

You didn't even have to tell him. He'd be damned if he stopped before he could feel the squeeze of your tight walls, before he could hear the lewd sound of his cock slapping against your wet cunt. Never. He'd die first. He held you tight, one arm still firm over your back, pressing your chest against his, while the other hand was deep in your hair, pulling just as hard as you were pulling his. 

"Mhmm I wouldn't dream of it, baby. Not gonna stop until you're screaming my name, shaking when you come— ah— can already feel it." He moaned every word, his own need for release slipping. Only you could make him lose control like this, only you could be both his instability and his comfort. It made you want to give in, all of yourself, to him. "Look at you, holding me so tight, taking me so fucking well. God. You're so goddamn perfect— agh—" 

"Mmmm please… please Leon, I wanna come." You were whining the words into his neck, nails digging into his back as you held on for dear life, his punishing thrusts not once letting up, only getting you closer to falling apart. 

"I'm gonna make you come, don't worry." He breathed out a laugh, lips pressed to your hair as he sneaked a hand between your bodies, slick fingers pressing down on your swollen clit. It didn't take much more for you to fall into a shuddering fit of sobs, nails digging into his shoulder blades and toes curling as your wetness seeped around his cock. "Mhmm yes, fuck yes. Good girl."

He used his other arm to pull your body up as it slouched against his chest. He only chuckled breathlessly as your body gave out on top of him as soon as you orgasm washed over you. He held you firmly as he drilled into you, now chasing his own release. His eyes were screwed shut, blonde hair sticking to his forehead as he pressed his face into your chest, rasped whimpers falling from his lips. 

"Ahh— Fuck, your pussy— God— can't get enough of it. I don't ever want to leave this room. You're the only good thing in this fucked up world. The prettiest— mhm fuck." He knew he all he was saying is nonsense, and he knew you weren't fully listening, still half asleep and utterly fucked out, but you were still conscious enough to whimper his name. Like weak praises, weak and pathetic, but fuck, it was the prettiest sound he'll ever hear. "Shit. Fuck. Gonna come baby— ah yes— say my name just like that. Mhmm fuuuck." 

Leon held you down on his cock, hips slightly twitching in aftershock as he spilled himself inside you with a guttural moan of your name that almost made you want to come again right then and there. It was silent for a long while as you simply held each other. His face on your chest and yours on top of his mess of bed/sex hair, and he was hugging close, damn near bear hugging you. You didn't want to move him. You knew if there was something he needed in this world was to feel safe. And you would burn the whole world just to give him that. 

"Thank you." You finally heard his voice, it was mumble, almost muffled by your (his) t-shirt. You irked up an eyebrow, eyes hooded as you opened them to look at him. 

"For what?" You mumbled quietly, sleep and tiredness slowly taking over you again. He lifted his head, there was this tiny smile on his face. He moved you both around until he was laying on his back again and you were laying on his chest, only then he answered. 

"For making me feel… safe." He paused for a few seconds before saying the word, and you could hear the lightheartedness in his voice. Like he no longer felt that tug on his chest, or that pull in his head. For now at least. "I'm never going to forget the things that I've seen and done, I might have nightmares for the rest of my fucking life, but… when I'm with you I feel like.. Like I can breathe so.. Thank you." 

You rested your hands on his chest as you leaned up enough to press a kiss to his lips. It was slow, gentle and loving. He had only started to learn about those things when he met you. 

"I love you Leon." You sighed happily, nuzzling your face into his neck. He hummed softly, inhaling the scent of your hair, the fresh lavender and vanilla comforting him in the best way possible. He pressed a kiss to your hair and closed his eyes. 

"I love you. And I don't think you'll ever understand just how much you mean to me." 

He had nightmares every night, every night since Raccoon City. But on some nights with you, he would sleep through the night happily.

#leon s kennedy smut #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x fem!reader #leon s kennedy x you #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy x fem reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x you

[kurosstuff]

could you do 🍯 3 with girl dick lute?

Of course~ decided to do it like the last one in a way? Demon x angel plot♡♡ but it's a different plot is- execution day still though(cause I don't think she'd go to hell for anything else)

Warning(s): demon x angel, unprotected sex, girl dick lute, tail and horns thing, wing stuff? Idk, mating season(both of yours) afab reader, mating. Heat/ruts(mating season) , Lute is MEAN(but also praising you♡)

Didn't say if you wanted fem reader so I did gn reade

Gp! Lute x GN!demon reader

There are a lot of things you hated about hell. One of the biggest things? Was mating season. All demons go through with it- it's a normal thing. Considering sinners now have animal tributes, it's just something you'll have to deal with. No matter what you are- for some it's easier to handle and deal with.

But the beginning of it is the worst. It's like you've never BEEN in one before.

Panting you hid in the abandoned building, looking around, tail curled, tucking nervously. Its like God himself hated you the most. As if waiting to laugh in your face considering its execution day.

And your being hunted.

The flapping of wings nearby made you duck to hide, but you were too late something hit your side, making you fly to the side looking back. You saw her. A executioner staring you down.

Just your fucking luck. It's the leaders second in command. Lute.

"He-hey-" waving backing up, ignoring how she snarled stalking towards you as she found her prey. Her victim. "Been a while, huh lute?' Swallowing the last time you ran into her. You somehow out ran her.

Ever since? Her sights have been on you.

"Yeah. After you humiliated me. A sinner outrunning me? You got lucky" she snarled out swiping her sword to the side the blood on it flhong around.

It was fresh.

And, of course, your big mouth had to just speak. "Yeah, six times, is it?" Cursing yourself for uttering that. How she stopped and stared snarling wings fluttering flapping. You really did it now.

You pissed her off more.

Yelping, you turned rushing off. "NO NO IM SORRY LUTE SHIT-" you screamed out, racing into the first room you could find stumbling into it. A dead end. Seriously? Who the fuck sleeps in a room with no windows? Sighing, you turned barley missed the swipe of the sword from lute as she attempted to kill you.

With her being silent? You knew you really fucked up. Hearing her snarling and..panting? You turned, kicking her back roughly. "Sorry!" You couldn't help but call out as she luckily? Landed on the bed. Turning around she on her back she groaned taking a moment-

Taking the time with her on her back, you pounced on her, holding her down. "Stop! I- I don't wanna fight!" As she squirmed, trying to buck you off, making you whine unaware she's trying to stop you from feeling her shame. Her guilt for feeling like this in this situation.

Gasping finally feeling something poking your thigh smirking, you grind against her waist slowly, making her moan snarling up at you. "y-your mating season is here too?" Whining softly as she grabbed your waist roughly bucking up into your hips, panting heavily

"Yeah~" she whined softly, getting harder at the reveal. "fuck~ you fought me on your mating day? Did you want to get fucked?" She snarled out allowing you to reach up taking her mask off biting her lip kissing you deeply flipping you onto your back

Gasping ypu flushed looking up at her "i- I had to! Had no choice it comes when it wants!" You panted out on instinct, almost submitting to her looking away feeling guilty. By the smirk on her

You knew she saw-

"Guess there's only one thing to do, no?" She purred out, grinding against you, leaning to take her shirt off "we fuck of course. We're both on our mating season? Why not?" She hummed answering for you when you didn't reply "I'm gonna ask you once. Do you want this" She huffed out

Gently rubbing your waist wasn't what you expected from her, but here she was, waiting for you to think ignoring her instincts. "Yes. I... I want this" humming in approval she kissed you leaning back to strip you using her sword - "wha- I- my shirt!" You huffed flushed seeing her roll her eyes

"Take my jacket after. Ok?" Grunting leaning back, pulling her pants down- pulling her hard cock out already leaking pumping herself slowly groaning softly "fuck~" moving close testing rubbing her tip on your entrance smirking

"Wait, wait! You're too big!" You gasped moaning at the sheer length of her- making her hum rubbing herself on your entrance, grinding against you moaning against your neck leaning back "you- will you even fit-?"

"I'll go slow" at first- left unsaid not fully answering- grinding more on you covering her cock in your slick she hummed "it won't hurt slipping in. Your to deep in your heat you'd already pooling of yourself." She Grunting slowly pushing into you moaning loudly "fuck~ your tight~"

"Oh- oh god~" you sobbed out, spreading your legs more, feeling her push in more stretching you fully "too much~" moaning loudly under her tail thumping whining more when she reached gently taking your tail making you gasping loudly slipped under her

"You were just crying for my attention sweetheart~ now your begging me to stop? You sure that's what you want~?" She hummed, moaning, pounding into you, gasping."fuck~ getting even tighter for me~ fucking rutting against me before no~? Now you want me to stop" Leaning back rubbing your tail, watching you squirm more under her gently pinching it making you sob moaning drawing a loud whine

"No~" you begged out, sobbing under her kissing her deeply sobbing out her name, making her smirk pinching your tail, causing you to gasp whining lewdly

"That's my good pet~" she purred, shoving Into you fully moaning loudly eagerly fucking you into the bed panting heavily "thank God there was a bed here no?" Kissing along your neck hearing the purrs mixed with your moans "fuck you like this~? Being fucked by your greater?" She moaned out gasping leaning up pulling you by your horns to show your neck more- forcing you into submission for her "that's a good pet~" panting heavily pounding rougher into you flushed darkly

Whining loudly wrapping your legs around her waist, yanking her deeper into her, fully submitting to her "oh fuck please~ c-claim me~" you sobbed out holding her close watching her wings flap in approval. Puffing in a way to show off- like a dance of sorts "oh please~?"

Humming biting your neck roughly "claim you? You want to be my mate?' She growled out pounding rougher holding the bed- your sobs moaning for her, making her hum "your tail sensitive or something?" Rubbing it making you nod sobbing out

"It- its a courting thing ~ like like- sensitive makes them want to be mated-" You choked out arching your back into her at her unrelenting pace "horns and tails make- make demons horny at the touch If not careful~" flushed at her smirk as she tugged at your tail once more

"Guess I'll take you as mine then, huh? My pet?" Pounding roughly leaning close biting at your neck,"making you my mate~? Mine?" Purring out moaning heavily holding their waist roughly claiming you as hers.

She didn't care for the consequences(she does but she's so lost in her rut to acknowledge it) that she does do it. She bites down roughly "my mate ~ my sinner~" she snarled out her cock twitching deep inside you moaning heavily feeling you tighten around her moaning her name out smirking she hummed "yeah you like that? Like being claimed?" Groaning "fuck~ go ahead cum for me my pet~"

Sobbing our nodding, releasing around her clinging to her feeling her pound deeper shoving fully into you cumming deep inside with a loud moan snarling into your neck claiming you from the inside as well "fuck~" Sobbing out panting heavily rocking up into her feeling yourself gush onto the bed from them "n-need more~" you gasped out sobbing out for her

"Fuck~ yeah?" Pounding into you against groaning, twitching deep inside you,"want more? Fill you up more~?" Kissing you deeply relishing in the moans and cries you let out for her "fuck~ doing so fucking good what a good whore I have huh?" Snarling against your lips wings puffing up expanding fully flapping happily showing off smug

"Yes fuck yes~" you sobbed out moaning arching your back cumming around her cock again sobbing from the overestimating from the unrelenting pounding- the roughness from her "oh please~ please~" Sobbing out loudly

Groaning "this- is this the last time~ go-got to go-" hearing the alarm go off for her to come back snarling loudly pounding roughly into you- shoving fully into you so lost in her rut she couldn't hold back cumming deep inside you once more moaning loudly rocking into you slowly before slowly gently pulling out watching you gush of her. Feeling smug- possessive she properly mated you.

Made you hers.

Humming, she reached up, plucking a feather from her wing, putting it on your chest "wear it. Make it a necklace" putting a claim physically on you. "Accept my mateship by putting it on~?" Purring out kissing you gently moving to get dressed quickly putting her jacket on you rubbing your twitching legs

After a moment, she fled. Flying away without a goodbye(she hoped to see you again) humming, she smiled happily, hopping it all would end well for you both.

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But all acts. Have consequences. Mating a demon as an angel? Would have a consequence

#hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin lute #lute x reader #hazbin hotel lute #lute smut #EVENT

[taehyunsluvr]

Baked goods

Warnings: nsfw, afab!reader, sub!taehyun, meandom!reader (?), premature orgasm, oral (m receiving), not proof read, shitty plot, kinda brat taming if u squint real hard

Lmk if I missed any <3 !! MDNI !!

Summary: Your work friends have tried to help you succeed in your love life but it never seemed to work out. Until you meets your neighbor who's innocence intrigues you.

Word Count: about 2K

a/n: Ik this is shitty I've never written a fanfic before so I'll try doing different plots than basic ones like this (This isn't proof read so sorry for dumb mistakes lol)

You looked down at your buzzing phone. Is this why you always set 17 alarms? Because none of them could wake you up correctly? Either way you sighed deeply and flung your legs over the edge of the bed. The cold wood floor of your new apartment, the open window with a gentle breeze, everything about your new life was perfect. Except one thing. Every one of your friends, AND I MEAN EVERY ONE, had started getting into relationships, and here you were, in your apartment, alone. The only good part, was you had your options open. That was something only single people could do. Naturally. You sighed, got ready for work (which was one of the only things keeping you going at this point), and left your new apartment in a hurry. Sleeping through you alarms definitely didn't help with your time management.

You finally got to work. Your once clean and put together hair was now disheveled. At work you don't have many friends, but the ones you did have were the best you could ask for. As soon as you walked to your desk, your two coworkers and best friends decided to talk to you. "Hey Y/N do you have a date to the wedding?" One of them says. You look up at them, "No I don't why do you ask?" Your other friend answers, "We were just curious cause the wedding is next week. We wanted to know if you were coming single."

The two of them sit down on the opposite side of you. You can't say no. They're both too sweet. But what you really don't understand is why they would assume that you're gonna show up single. It almost made you annoyed. "No. I'm not coming alone." you say, making both of them look at each other. "Then who are you bringing?"

You shrug, "I'm bringing my boyfriend. You've both met him before."

You can't believe yourself right now. You lied about having a boyfriend. You didn't even know that there was going to be a wedding. You think about retorting your lie, but you don't think that you can because they were way too excited. "I knew it! I told you she would have someone."

The blonde girl, Winter, says to the black haired boy, Huening Kai, Hyuka for short. "Yeah yeah. I'm just surprised that she hasn't told us anything about him yet." Winter puts her hand on your shoulder, "I can't wait to see the guy you bring. If hes not hot I'm kicking him out." "I want to meet him." Hyuka says as he stands up. You nod.

"Why did I do that.." You say to your self as soon as you leave work. They're probably not even going to believe you once they meet your 'boyfriend'. You don't know how but I have to come up with someone or something. Then literally just as you're thinking that, you crash into something tall and hard.

"What the hell..?" You say as you back up and look at the man you just bumped into. Is this a romcom? How is he so handsome? And how did you just happen to bump into him right now..

You pray to whatever god gave you this chance in your head.

"Watch where you're going." He says coldly. Maybe you weren't so lucky. He was a bitch. A brat. But you played it off. It didn't really matter how he acted. That wasn't important. You try your best to put on a nice face. "Oh no! I'm sorry. Are you okay?" You ask him. He steps back, dusting off his clothes. "I'm fine. But watch where you're going." "I'm so so sorry." You say, reaching out your hand to brush off his jacket. He looks at my hand, then back at me. "No, it's fine. Just watch out next time."

You nod and look him up and down. He's very attractive. You could definitely take him to the wedding. But what if he already has a girlfriend? There's so much to consider. "Um, are you still here?" He says, making you snap back from your thought. "Oh yeah. Sorry. I was just thinking." you reply, careful not to break your composure.

"So uh.. Would you mind giving me your number so we can keep in touch? I mean if you're okay with it." You say. Seriously? How fucking corny was that. He looks at me.

"Why would you want my number?" "Well because you're cute and I'd like to get to know you better." "Really?" He laughs but clearly is flustered. A slightly smile

"So would you be willing to give me your number?" "Yeah sure." He takes his phone out and types something on it. He hands it to you, "There you go." You add the number reading the name " Kang Taehyun" on his screen. You completely forgot to ask for his name before. You walk away and to head home. Was this a dream or real life. You can't believe you just asked someone for their number. If you didn't already tell Winter and Hyuka that you had a boyfriend you would have totally been bragging to them about this.

As you walk, you realize that you're both heading in the same direction. Is he stalking you or is it just a coincidence? Maybe getting his number really did raise your confidence a little but too much.

"Are you stalking me or something?" you say, laughing.

He turns his head, "No, I'm not. I'm just going to the same place as you. But thanks for the offer." You scoff. "I own the bakery down here."

You're slightly taken aback by the fact that HES a baker. You would have thought he was a personal trainer, a model, something like that. "Lets walk together then." You pull him by his arm to be closer to you. He doesn't move away. You get to the bakery's front steps, pausing before he invites you in awkwardly. "We're closed right now but I need someone to test some of our new recipes anyways. This was your chance. You could possibly make him fall for you so you could take him to the wedding. So you take the chance to ask him if he's in a relationship. "I'm guessing you don't have a girlfriend..?"

"No. Not at the moment."

"A handsome guy like you should have a girlfriend. Or a boyfriend. Whatever you're into." You sit at the bar of the bakery crossing you arms while leaning on the cold table top. He has basically no reaction. Is this guy celibate or just extremely experienced to the point nothing effects him. "Thanks, but I'm not interested in dating anyone at the moment." You ask "Why not? You look to be around that age." "Because I don't want to. I'm only 22." He answers while sorting through the different options of baked goods. You hesitate. You want to act how you usually would around guys, but thinking back on your past experiences maybe that wasn't such a good idea.

"Why? No guy wants to be single."

He looks confused by what you meant. "So you've never gotten to third base in other words. I could tell by how many times you've checked me out." You threw the entire friendly girl act out the window, even though he invited you into his bakery out of his own 'kindness' after hours. "I- No I didn't.. Im just.." He says stopping his movement, tensing up while dodging your eyes, moving them to various objects around the shop.

"Give me a break. You're too obvious. At least try to be conspicuous about it." You run your fingers through your hair while teasing him. The dimly lit bakery almost seemed to help push the mood in the direction you were hoping for. You're enjoying this. Usually the guys you talked to before would start getting defensive and concerningly aggressive if you spoke to them this way. But he almost seemed to like the way you were talking down to him. "Take off your apron." You meant it to sound like a request but it ended up sounding like a full on demand.

He stayed silent and surprisingly complied. You raised an eyebrow. Did you misread him for a virgin? He gave in too easily. Either way, it didn't matter. Bringing him to the wedding wasn't your goal anymore. He slid off his apron, and you burst out in a laughter.

"I knew you were a pervert. You really are a virgin. This is too funny." You stood up and walked around the counter.

"Im not a pervert-" His words were cut short by the force of you hand on his hardness. He could barely form a sentence. His hips bucked shamelessly into your touch.

"How are you explaining this to me then? Use your words. I'll stop if you want, but I know you wanted this." He didn't even bother to respond. His head fell onto your shoulder, and you could feel his warm breath on your skin.

"No I... keep going.." He says between bated breaths. He let out a louder whimper as you gripped his cock. He leaned back up, his bangs messily covering his eyes. "Please.."

You stopped and unbuttoned his work trousers, they fell to pool around his ankles. He definitely wasn't small. You weren't confident you could fit it all but you had already left all your reasoning at the door as soon as you entered. You kneeled down, and without hesitation took his whole length down in one go.

As you slowly moved, you could sense how sensitive he was. His cock was begging for attention, twitching at every small movement you made. He was moaning softly, and breathing heavily. You pull your mouth off, teasing his tip with your tongue. You digged your tongue into his slit and swirled you tongue around his swollen glistening tip. He let out a strained moan. Even though you couldn't see him, you could already tell that he was a nervous wreck. You forced his length back down your throat, taking whatever you couldn't fit into your hands. You could feel his hands almost grabbing your hair, but as soon as he felt you slightly halt he moved them firmly to his sides. He shivered profusely. His whimpers grew louder.

"Wait I-" Without warning you feel his hot seamen spurt out onto your tongue-- and also practically all over your face. It was sweet, with a hint of saltiness. You could tell he took care of himself. "I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean to.." You wipe the bit that got on your face and stood up.

"Open your mouth."

"Huh? Why-" You pushed your fingers forcefully into his mouth, hitting the back of his throat. He gagged around your fingers and moaned lightly due to the sensation. You pulled them out slowly, wiping his saliva on his own shirt. His face glistening with sweat as it beaded on his forehead. His hair was sticking to it, but it somehow made him look cuter.

"You're so kinky for a virgin."

His eyes slightly widened on your judge of his character.

"Not at all! You just- it was so sudden.." His was still breathing heavily from his intense premature orgasm. You helped him pull his work pants back on. You couldn't believe you escalated the situation this far. The scent of the baked goods somehow managed to mask the lewd scent of cum that was usually so pertinent.

"So.. do you have any plans in the next two weeks?" "Not really.." He was still attempting to retrieve his composure. You could tell he wanted more, but you weren't seemingly willing to comply. "There's a wedding coming up and I want you to come with me. My coworkers are quite literally dying to meet you." "Why?" "They think we're dating." "And why would they think that? We just met today.."

"Because I told them we are.. and you should repay me. Even if you wasted my gift on that weak excuse for an ejaculation."

#sub!taehyun #sub!txt #txt hard hours #txt smut #taehyun smut #sub!idol #taehyun hard thoughts #txt hard thoughts

[socksandbuttons]

Swap AU Stuff

Alright let's jsut try getting down basics maybe

Also this maybe long actually.

The obvious Swaps Lunar and Eclipse: Basically how we meet them in episode. I legit went along with thinking this Eclipse wasn't memory wiped the whole time so thats kinda- in the air a bit. But Lunar being the original body (I have a post showing how Eclipse looked then), Eclipse with the one he made (to be taller. He can't stand being small... Well shorter than anyone really. A shame he has Bloodmoon towering over him.) The Glamrocks: They are as Swapped so Chica is Freddy, Freddy is Roxy, Roxy is Monty and Monty is Chica (I love them immediately after giving them luscious hair im sorry). Rox and Sun are friends and he's quite protective of Sun, also a cowboy cause swap au/Foxy etc. Digi in the discord came up with this and i died cause it was so good actually. Eclipse and Lunar still go thru the whole October Arc with Moon and Sun. Moon being far more quiet but aggressive. Made Sun to hinder Eclipse. Let me paste my lil paragraph i had in discord

"Sun likely has more denial about moons treatment of him, however like lunar he does start questioning if its good for moon to get the star (like sort of getting the Moon Wont Stop so i need to do something he might hurt himself etc) plus lunar and eclipses treatment of sun would be a huge factor too, eclipse obviously is terrible at communcating and while he's a bit of a jerk, realizing sun might be in danger or hurt is something he might catch on faster. maybe. im thinking anyway sun catches attachment to both that outweighs his denial of moon being terrible actually. he's still grasping at things even well after. doesnt realize he gets awful panic attacks until someone points it out actually. and then i lost my train of thought but moon still loved sun just…. very clearly was not the forefront of his goals tho. feels very betrayed by sun after and likely wont fogrive sun. vs sun whos too willing to forgive despite his anxiety screaming at him NOT TO. i just wanna show a different thing to this cause lunar recognized halfway into october and let moon handle the rest and recognizes that eclipse was hurting him much sooner than sun wouldve (see the… current sun. og sun recognizes now but it truly took him a WHILE, communication Real now.)" Anyway, Sun does end up getting adopted by both Eclipse and Lunar. He's never gonna be taller than Eclipse. But as mentioned he's got a lot of things to work through about Moon (Roxy will kick so much ass for him.) Generally trying to grasp that yeah no it was pretty fucked up of Moon to do anything to Sun. Now the timeline gets a lil weird beyond this because like KC would've also been in this plot. KC unlike our Bloodmoon, is actually far smarter (Im sorry to bm fans), he DOES work with Sun but generally more for his benefit of getting rid of Moon. He doesn't really need to be bribed for this actually. Imagine KC being so pissed about Moon showing up in his systems and hes LIKE WTF MAN. Zappity Zap Zap Double Dee Moon Anyway Cue Bloodmoon arriving. And like bloodmoon does- He does technically hold Eclipse hostage but gets bored. So there is mild agreement. Bloodmoon does what KC did and FORCED themself out (like our OG boy!). They're uh... theyre not very keen on sticking around a daycare as fun as itd be to tear it up. They like lightly bully Sun but Roxy to the rescueee. Anyway, 'Does KC die in this au?' No he doesnt. He gets CLOSE to it but Bloodmoon just goes 'Hmn. nah son you're coming with me'. Lunar still feels incredibly bad about it though. Space arriving sooner actually more or less helps like avoid some certain issues here and there. Unlike Earth where she arrives much later (due to be literally distracted.) Space goes directly to the daycare. Thus kinda- changing some bits. He does meet Bloodmoon, hates him though. 'Why aren't you thinking this through' 'We wanna see how much they scream' 'You'll be electrocuting yourself before you get the chance' '...That means Eclipse gets electrocuted?' 'Put down. the fork.' KC handles Bloodmoon with much exasperation. Bloodmoon picked up this sucker and went 'our Spawn'. Baffles KC. Space ends up meeting Crater, Moon got annoyed with Space's presence being literally really hard to work around. Sends Crater, Crater and Space get along well enough that it wasn't Moon intention but this works too. Space (theres irony here) gets concerned with Crater and her not viewing herself with autonomy. She is still just a 'basic AI' as she puts it. Does what she's told. Bloodmoon doesn't really use her just kinda shoo's her off to Space or Eclipse. 'No you're no fun-' 'I have told to monitor you' 'WE DIDNT ASK MOON FOR A BABYSITTER' 'I am programmed to defend' 'We dont need defending either' 'You are still vunerable' '...Go away' 'Affirmative. Destination please?' 'DAYCARE'

Anyway How do i sum this up. Roxy and Sun are besties Lunar and Sun vibe. Eclipse is soft with Sun.

Bloodmoon has claimed ONE child. Doesn't really claim Moon but thats a later thing. Moon and KC despise one another.

KC didn't really want this fatherly figure but he begrudgingly accept them. Funny things happen with these three. Bloodmoon doesn't become pacifist, just more or less moves away dragging KC with them. A little bitter at Lunar's murder attempt but its fine. No one died there but heavily maimed.

Eclipse and Moon still ultimately hate one another. There is a Swap version of Solar thats Moon and- we'll get confused so just know its out there. Space and Crater are good friends and partly why both end up questioning their existence but both support pillars to one another that it just kinda isn't as devastating. Unless someone dies. Crater does end up having her own personhood, Moon does get attached to her even if he doesnt admit it. Space doesn't question creator enough but Crater does and vice versa. Bloodmoon(s) does have a name but ill reveal that later??? idk

#sun and moon show #tsams au #sams swap au #myart #swap crater #swap space #sams sun #sams lunar #sams eclipse #sams moon #swap roxy

[kaciidubs]

Binge Watch [Season 2 - Episode 1]

-🪼 [Jellyfish nonnie]

❣ Summary: You had plans to watch the new season of Jujutsu Kaisen with Jisung - turns out he had something else he'd rather do. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 880 ❣ Warnings: Slight Dom! Reader, Sub! Jisung, smut, fluff, slight humor, no anime spoilers, oral [fem receiving], desperation ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Han is referred to as Jisung, Ji, Sungie, and baby, Reader is referred to as Jagi, and baby, lightly edited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

"I promise I'll still listen to the show!" He said.

"You won't even notice I'm there, please, Jagi." He begged.

Of course, you and your hubris went on to believe that Han Jisung was capable of multitasking while his head was between your thighs; which turned out just as you thought it would.

"Ji, can you be a little- mm, fuck, you be a little quieter? I can't hear the TV if you keep moaning like that."

You'd barely gotten into the first episode of the newest season of Jujutsu Kaisen and your oral-obsessed boyfriend had already made himself at home between your legs.

After arduously avoiding spoilers as best as you could, today was the day that you both would camp out on the couch in the living room and binge watch all of the episodes that were released.

That is, until he cuddled next to you with those pouty lips and round, pleading eyes as he begged for a quick round before you got started. Of course you denied him, knowing that if you'd given him the pass, then you wouldn't be watching any episodes until well into the afternoon.

No, today was binge watch day, and you would be vigilant and stand your ground against anything that tried to sway your plans.

That vigilance folded like origami the moment he said he'd do all of the work, and turned out to be a beautiful crane when he revealed that all he really wanted to do was give you head.

So, here you were; pajama shorts and panties in a pile on the floor, a couch pillow tucked under your head as you laid across the sofa with Jisung settled perfectly between your legs, lips already shining with your arousal.

"Mm, 'm sorry," he mumbled against your pussy, lifting his head to take a shivering breath, "you taste so good, I can't help it."

"Yeah, well, keep it down - we're missing crucial plot here and there's no time to rewi- Oh my god-"

You tossed your head back onto the pillow it was resting on, a shiver coursing through your body as his tongue met your pussy clit yet again, flicking and swirling around the bud like second nature.

"J-Ji, I'm serious, we made a p-promise!" Despite the discouraging whine in your voice, your hand made its way to the crown of his head, threading your fingers through his hair and tugging at the strands.

"I-" He released himself from your cunt with a wet slurp, "-said that I would listen, you're the one who's supposed to be watching!"

A flash of colors caught your peripheral, and you turned your head to catch the action happening on the screen - fully invested into the anime once more until you felt Jisung sliding a finger inside of you.

"I thought you only wanted to eat me out, mister." You tried to tease, though your pretty words lost their influence when he slid a second alongside the first, massaging you in a way that made your eyes roll.

You tried your best to focus on the show again, truly you did, but the unrelenting lapping of your boyfriend's tongue along with the steady thrusts of his fingers made dividing your attention ultimately useless.

"Just like that, baby - oh, fuck, your tongue feels amazing."

You could feel him melt at your praise, doubling his efforts and pressing his face impossibly deeper into your pussy - you weren't even sure if he was able to breathe at this point, but he didn't seem too bothered by it.

It wasn't too long until your legs were trembling, fingers tightening in his hair as you found yourself riding his fingers and mouth.

"Y-Yes, yes! Ji, I'm gonna come- 'm gonna come!"

He curled his fingers, flicking his tongue against your clit and sending you tumbling over the edge with a broken moan.

Jisung groaned blissfully, drinking you up like you were an ice cold bottle of water after days in the desert; eager tongue licking around his fingers as they tried to coax more of your cum out of you.

He mumbled something against your clit and you snorted out an airy laugh, "Didn't anyone teach you not to speak with your mouth full, baby?"

Loosening your grip on his hair, you watched as he lifted his head from the glory that was between your thighs, face flushed and eyes fogged over in a happiness only a few things could give him.

"We'll have to rewatch the first episode again," he rasped, making a show of licking his shiny lips, "because I definitely wasn't listening to it."

You rolled your eyes, registering the sound of the outro theme playing through the speakers, "Fine, but you better keep your mouth to yourself, you hear me? If you're good then maybe, maybe, I'll let you fuck me after episode five." Emphasizing your point, you clenched your walls around the fingers that were still inside of you, smirking when his jaw dropped.

"Can I eat you out again if we make it through the second episode?"

Grabbing the remote to the TV, you pressed the back arrow and watched the progress bar rewind itself, "I don't know, we'll have to see when we make it to the second episode."

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#skz smut #stray kids smut #han jisung smut #han jisung x reader #jisung x reader #jisung smut

[allastoredeer]

HIIIII your Just Kiss Already series has consumed me!!!! I’m OBSESSED! Do you have any idea how long it’ll be in total? I adore slow burns but also the painnnnn of waiting. I totally understand if you don’t know but I am constantly refreshing for updates even though I know this stuff takes time! Do you happen to have any recs for radioapple fics that are similar or you’d recommend to hold me over?

Hello! Sorry for the late response.

I'm still doing a bit of reading myself, I haven't gone through all the fics I've wanted to read, but here's some of the RadioApple I've found so far that I enjoyed:

Lucifer and His Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Relationship by keelywolfe - A series following the overall dysfunction and strange terrain of Lucifer and Alastor's relationship...of sorts. There is smut involved. I really enjoy the fun, disjointed dynamic between them, especially with Lucifer having to learn/figure out how Alastor thinks to get a grasp of how to interact with him. Do mind the tags, there is some unhealthy relationship in there, miscommunication on both sides, lots of dysfunction involved, and smut, but I really enjoyed their interactions and how they're learning to read each other. Also, it has bottom!Alastor which is my favorite :3

My Kingdom Come Undone by literalmetaphor - Charlie roping Alastor and Lucifer into doing trust exercises to help them get along. Heheh I really like the humor in this one. Both Alastor and Lucifer are such petty little bitches, and it amuses me to no end. They do not hold back their verbal punches. I also really like a lot of the author's descriptions. They're fun and scratch my brain in just the right way. I haven't finished it just yet because I've been busy, but it's still open in my browser so I can get back to it whenever I get time.

Unhealthy Attachments by keelywolfe - More dynamic between Alastor and Lucifer, and what Alastor gets out of having sex with Lucifer (Rated E in case that wasn't obvious). Alastor and his strategic brain, and how that bleeds into the dynamics he builds with other people. I love getting insight into his brain like that. (Another bottom!Alastor fic because 😫👌 I love that shit).

And...huh, that's it, actually. I have a few more pulled up in my browser that I'm gonna get around to reading, but as for RadioApple these are the ones I bookmarked. LOL I'm actually just noticing how many RadioStatic fics I bookmarked.

Hope you enjoy these! I love fics with a fun, bitchy Alastor and a deep-dive into his brain and social interactions with other characters. It's my bread and butter.

EDIT: I forgot to answer your question at the beginning of the asks XD Thank you! I'm glad you're enjoying the series! I'm not sure how long the series is going to be just yet. I know, at the very least, they'll have to kiss, per the name. My brain loves developing plots though, so it may span longer and REALLY deep dive into Alastor and Lucifer's relationships and the trials and tribulations that put it to the test.

Hopefully, I can get around to writing the next part soon!

#hazbin hotel #alastor #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel alastor #the radio demon #lucifer morningstar #appleradio #lucifer magne #lucifer x alastor #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin lucifer #radioapple #fic recs #asks #anonymous #anon

[notyetjae]

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐲

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: Robin x f!reader

𝗪𝗖: 2.6k.

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: SMUT, pure filth, +MDNI!+ I MEAN IT. Fingering, praise, edging(?), dacryphilia, wet dreams, public sex [it's a dream], robin being a klutz, slight pain kink, porn with a little plot as a treat, aftercare, cuddling super fluffy ending ♡

𝗔/𝗡; LIVE LAUGH ROBIN BUCKLEY

“Jesus!” You screeched, burying your face into robin's chest, you were gripping her sweatshirt tightly as if that would calm your nerves. The two of you met at the video store, she helped you pick out a movie for a girl’s night and you had convinced her to come over to watch a horror movie with you, you thought she was cute and maybe the two of you could be friends, at least that’s what you told her. In reality you wanted her to fuck your brains out, to kiss her until your last breath and feel her skin against yours. You had been hinting at it all night, subtle enough to test the waters, as if her rings and outfit weren’t already a walking flag. “Easy there this sweater’s older than me” She chuckled at your frightened nature, the one thing you hadn’t been playing up the whole night, you fucking hate horror movies.

“Sorry” you mumbled, pulling away from her chest, you sat up right on the couch and noticed her frown, “everything okay?” “Yeah yeah, just uhm, yeah.” She fiddled with her rings and faced the screen, was she watching you this whole time? You tried to pay attention to the movie but you couldn’t help but notice her nervous nature, the way she fumbled with her hands and eyed the phone every few minutes, she reeked of anxiety. Without thinking you laid in her chest again, hands clutching both of her arms and rolling tiny lint balls in between your fingers, you were too afraid to look up, you simply scanned the room and not so patiently waited for a response. After a few seconds of silence, she raised a hand and stroked your hair, you could feel her heartbeat quicken as she lightly moved her hand, and somehow, against the chest of your very sudden crush, you fell asleep, to her now slowed heartbeat and peaceful breaths.

“Shhh,” Robin hushed you as her hand crept between your legs, leisurely lifting up your skirt and slipping her fingers beneath your panties, “Pretend like you’re reading something,” she whispered, her breath made the back of your neck tingle, steve was off helping lady with a romance movie, so robin took her sweet time feeling you up, and it was torture. “Please..” You pleaded, your hand was gripping her wrist, your head flew back to rest on her shoulder, “Just a little longer, sweet girl” a whimper escaped your mouth and robin quickly covered it and shushed you, throwing out words of praise as her hands moved faster, you were so close you could feel your legs shaking and stomach tense up, all you needed was a few more –

– “Y/N?” You shot awake, taking in your surroundings, as your haziness wore off you couldn’t ignore the incessant throbbing between your legs, ‘Really, a wet dream now?’, “Everything okay? You were grabbing me pretty tight and you were pretty tense too, I- I didn’t know I should’ve woken you up but then you started crying so- so I tried to shake you awake but I didn’t know if that was gonna freak you out or not and I think it did? Because you just got MORE tense so then I-” You collapsed onto her chest, praying it would stop her rambling, you could feel your face becoming flush, was she really that dense? "It wasn't a nightmare" You said, your voice was muffled by her thick sweater, "What?" "It was a wet dream!" You blurted way louder than you wanted, you felt your face heat up like crazy as you crashed back into her chest, too scared to meet her gaze. "Oh.." You were prepared for her disgusted response, her words like venom, 'I'm not even sure why you asked me here, I'll just go home' You had it all played out in your head, you enjoyed her embrace while you could.

"Do you still need to… you know?" She paused a bit, you could practically hear her anxiously biting her lip. Your head flew up, "What?" "I could- I could help" She had the softest look in her eyes, she didn't wanna hurt you it's the last thing she'd ever think about, all robin could think about was the first time she met you, she noticed every little detail, the way you fiddled with your promise ring and pushed back your hair behind your ear out of habit, and she couldn't get her eyes off your smile my god your smile is stunning, she wanted it etched into her brain for the rest of life, she would do anything for you, the one girl in Hawkins that might actually like her. She placed her palm against your cheek, guiding your gaze back to her instead of the static tv, "Can I..?" You couldn't say no to her puppy dog eyes. You nodded, grabbing her hand from your face as you leaned towards hers, your heart was beating out of your chest and you were sure you were still dreaming.

Your lips met hers, they were soft although a bit chapped, you could taste her watermelon chapstick. It was slow, and gentle, the two of you both have never really done this before, just practiced on your hand or a pillow. Robin was stiff as a board, "Relax" You said against her lips, she nodded anxiously and leaned back into the kiss, your hand slipped under her thick sweater, her skin was so soft, you cupped her lacy bra, eliciting a moan from her, you pull away, "Can you take this off?" You huffed, she nodded furiously again, quickly tossing the dingy sweater aside.

Robin's eyes flashed to your chest and back up your eyes, you chuckled, lifting your own shirt over your head, she sat in awe admiring your chest, you felt nervous under her gaze, "You okay?" You questioned, she gulped and shifted, "Yeah, yeah, you're just– Wow." You didn't notice how your hips rolled against her jeans until now, you desperately needed her touch

"Robin?"

"Yeah?"

"Please touch me."

She flashed a smile, her demeanor very different, her hands grabbed your waist, slowly lowering your back against the couch, head leaning against the armrest. She slowly kissed your jaw and lowered down your body, her gentle butterfly-inducing kisses quickly turning into open mouthed sloppy kisses, your back arched as she sucked harshly on your skin, she took the chance to take off your bra, you mumbled a few swears as the cold air met your nipples. She took your breast into her mouth, moaning around you as she rolled the bud around her tongue, she glanced up to see your head thrown back, the static tv illuminating your body perfectly.

She pulled back with a satisfied pop, grinning at your disheveled state, your thighs were pressed together, eye glassy and you were covered in hickies.

"You're so beautiful," Her raspy voice drove you insane, her fingers danced around your thighs, stopping at the band of your pants she slid two fingers under the band and slowly pulled it down, "Come on robin, please" you pleaded, and finally she pulled them far enough to where you could kick them off.

Robin swung your leg over her shoulder, leaning down to clothed core, you were dripping through the thin fabric, she huffed against you, and your hips thrusted up to meet her face, "So reactive." she teased, her thin fingers slid up and down your cunt, "Take it off" You stuttered, she relented and pulled your panties to the side, licking a long stripe through your folds, you let out a breathy moan as she continued kitten licking.

"Rob" You quivered, hands wrapped in her hair, your hips tried to roll to use her mouth but you were stopped by her hand pinning you down, you whimpered in frustration, body begging for more.

"Look at me please," She said, her tongue flattening but arm still pinning you. You made the horrible, awful mistake of meeting her bright cerulean eyes, something about her eyes– no, her whole face, it drove you completely wild. "Rob, i- I need more." you begged one final time, she relented and focused on your clit, flicking and swirling her the pearl, your head fell back against the couch arm as you let out another moan.

She slipped a finger into your dripping entrance, her mouth now sucking your clit as her finger slipped in and out of you, slick gathering across her fingers and palm. All you could do was whimper and attempt to push her closer, your whole body felt like it was on fire, a lingering warmth pooled in your stomach, making you clench around Robin's slim finger, she added another finger, both curling in a come here motion against your velvet walls, the action made you curse as you bit your lip to conceal your moans, lips still puffy from your sloppy kisses.

Robin was thoroughly enjoying your little show, she closed her eyes and hummed against your heat, electricity like chills rushed up your spine, making you sharply gasp. Your moans went from low and breathy to high pitched cries and gasps, the way Robin harshly sucked your bundle of nerves while finger fucking you, occasionally pulling away to praise you, she was practically edging you but it all felt so good. The looming heat in your stomach formed a cord-like feeling, tension building as Robin sucked and moaned into you, threatening to snap at any moment before she pulled away. It was mere seconds but it was more than enough to reset the tension.

Once again, the tension built, you were surprised at Robin's stamina, continuously hitting that spongy spot inside with ease never breaking the quick pace, it was like she'd done this before. You pulled Robin's face closer to you, at some point she released her grip on your hip to keep your thigh from closing on her, "D-don't stop Rob I me– fuck, I mean it!" You rocked into her face, you could feel her try to peel back once more more but you pulled her back to your sex, she laughed against you, "Please," her grip leaving crescent shaped marks on your thighs as she realized your desperation, "I- I need it, I nee– fuck! I need you." You choked out, you didn't notice the tears welling up in your eyes until one rolled down your cheek, landing on the couch below you.

Robin didn't stop, she continued her onslaught of finger fucking and mix of swirling, flicking, sucking and the occasional moan– she even added another finger. The cord was getting tighter and tighter, your volume had no filter you shouted her name along with a string of swears a mix of pain and pleasure from her grip tightened, and before you knew it snapped, bathed in a white hot ecstasy, Robin helped come down from your high, finally slowly her pace and flattening her tongue as you caught your breath.

"You alright?" She questioned, fingers still scissoring inside you.

"Yeah, yeah I'm all good" You sighed loudly, "Can you–" before you finished she pulled her fingers out suddenly, the quick action made you hiss, it didn't hurt, just very sudden.

"Did I hurt you? I'm so sorry" Her hand leaving your thigh to cup your face, "I'm okay," You mumbled, a smile tugged at her lips, "Open your mouth sweet girl," Your eyebrows knitted together, confused you opened your mouth, she slid the three fingers she used to fuck you into your mouth, "Taste good?" You nodded and moaned around her fingers, this definitely awoke something In you.

She pulled her fingers out, leaving a trail of spit. Robin pulled you in for a kiss, you could feel her smile against your lips, she was the best kisser ever, better than any boy you'd kissed, matter of fact robin was better than any boy you'd been with in every way. You chased her lips for a bit until she fully sat up, you both chuckled.

"Oh! Here, here" She stood, holding your arms to help you stand, your legs kind of felt like a baby deer, "C'mon Bambi, let's get you all cleaned up." She teased, guiding you to your bedroom, you sat on the edge of the bed, still naked aside from your socks, "Pj's are in the middle drawer," You called out and she spun on her heel to grab some, "Thoughts on pink?" She asked, holding up a short pink night dress with lacy straps, "love it" She grinned and shut the drawer, turning back to you, "underwear?"

"Top drawer." You replied fast, despite your sleepy nature, quickly swinging the drawer open she paused for a bit before just picking whatever matched and speed walking to you. "You just fucked me but my underwear drawer makes you nervous?" Teasing the brunette, "Shush!" She exclaimed, the tips of her ears were bright red and her demeanor back to the awkward ramble-for-over-2-minutes-straight robin. "I'll go warm up the shower alright?" Stealing a kiss before walking to the bathroom.

She did just that, even offered to wash your hair, you called her a perv who just wanted to see you naked and she blushed like a middle schooler who just got asked to dance. She let you shower and cleaned up downstairs, picking up any stray clothes, rewinding the movie and placing it back in the case. She even grabbed some water from your fridge and set the bottle on your night stand, settling in your bed with just her sweater and panties on.

You poked your head out of the bathroom, she quickly placed the snow globe by your night stand down and sat up properly, clearing her throat as you shut the door behind you. "You look beautiful." The words fell out of her mouth, no time to think, like she would anyway, but she was so terrified of hurting you, like no one before you she wanted to try to grasp at any filter she might have.

"I'm sorry i– I should've asked if I could stay. I can leave." She planted her feet on the floor ready to walk out if you gave her the word, you grabbed her forearm, "You took care of me" Those eyes that made you weak meeting yours again, "No one else has done that for me like you have, not a shower and– is that water? Seriously Robin, you're trying to make me go head over heels for you."

She swallowed the lump in her throat, mouth open to speak but no words left until, "Are you?"

Silence.

Seconds passed, it felt like hours to her, especially with look you were giving her, then you kissed her, you kissed her, you didn't ask for a kiss, or wait for her to kiss first you did it, and Robin damn near fainted at the way you grabbed her sweater and kissed her as if you were trying to steal air from her lungs

"Yes, of course," You said against her lips, "Now, can we sleep?" You joked,

"God yes I'm so tired I think my fingers are gonna fall off," She dragged herself into your bed, crawling under the soft duvet, you followed right after, stealing a kiss before nuzzling into her chest, her hand rubbed circles on your back and you swore she would make a star sometimes, nonetheless you were lulled to sleep, cuddled next the love of your life, you prayed for another wet dream so you could go through this night again.

#robin x reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley #robin buckley x y/n #robin buckley x fem!reader smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fluff #wow a full fic what a rarity

[stayteezdreams]

A Better Ending: Part One

Plot: Sitting alone at a restaurant, you accept your date has stood you up. But before you can leave, someone else decides to join you.

-Part Two-

Pairing: Choi San x Gn!Reader

Warnings: A teeny bit angsty, with some self-doubting/sad thoughts but only for a moment

-Meet-Cute Masterlist-

Words: ~2k

Your eyes flashed to your phone screen again as you nervously fiddled with your water glass, your leg tapping impatiently beneath the table.

'I'll wait five more minutes' you thought to yourself as you glanced around the restaurant.

Your date was now nearly thirty minutes late, and you hadn't received a single message or call from him.

You let out a sigh as you saw your waiter look at you as he walked past, pity obvious in his eyes. He had refilled your glass multiple times, asked if you wanted a starter, offered you a drink, but you refused everything each time and you said you were going to wait.

But the waiting felt more pathetic each minute that passed.

Picking up your phone, you re-read your messages.

'Hey! I'm here, are you close?'

'Did you get lost lol?'

'Are you okay?'

'If something came up let me know, we can reschedule.'

'I'm starting to get worried, are you okay?'

You messaged your friend who had set you up on this blind date, telling her what was happening. She said she'd try to reach him, but you hadn't heard anything yet.

Your mind began to go through all of the options again. He forgot tonight was your date. He got lost. He got in an accident. He decided he didnt want to come and has ghosted you. He showed up, saw you and then left.

'Ouch' you almost winced at the last thought, hurting your own feelings with the possibility.

Feeling your phone buzz, you quickly checked it, and felt your heart drop.

'I'm so sorry Y/n. He's not coming, coward. I'll never forgive him for standing you up like that.'

You sighed softly as you began to type out a reply

'I had a feeling he wasn't gonna show, but I waited anyways. Don't feel bad, it wasn't your fault. Thanks anyways.'

San tapped his fingers on his phone as he looked at his texts. He was left on read, again.

He scoffed as he rolled his eyes softly. He really thought she was interested in him, but he was proven wrong it seems.

The first date went well he thought, though, the more he thought about it, the less interested in him she seemed, and more in the fancy date he offered.

He had never been stood up before, and he couldn't help but feel embarrassed. It wasn't like anyone knew, but, a man sitting alone at a dinner table for twenty minutes would probably make it obvious.

Looking around, his eyes cast over the various couples and groups in the restaurant, before landing on someone sitting alone.

You were staring into space, phone under hand. He had noticed you earlier, you were here when he got here. Had you been alone the whole time? Did you also get stood up?

As his waiter walked past, he stopped him "This might be an odd question, but, have they been alone the whole time they've been here?"

The waiter glanced over to where San was referencing and the guy frowned "Yeah, they said they were waiting for someone but I think they got stood up."

San frowned, looking over at you "They're not the only one."

The waiter rose his brow at this and shook his head "Two in one night, wow."

San watched you for a moment, seeing you check your phone, before your face fell. He had a feeling he knew exactly what you were going through in that moment.

How could someone stand you up though? You were gorgeous. Bad boyfriend? Bad friends?

Watching as you texted someone, your face knit with disappointment, San suddenly felt the urge to tell you he knew how you felt. Maybe you could rant about your bad dates together? Or was he just being crazy?

After setting your phone down, you leaned your head back a bit and let out a sigh. Should you say screw it and order some food and eat alone, or just go home?

Admitting defeat, you reached down to grab your bag, wondering how embarrassing it was going to be to ask for a bill for four glasses of water.

Seeing someone sit down across from you, you looked up startled.

San felt his heart thump heavily in his chest as you looked up and met his eyes. You froze, and San thought that time stopped for a moment.

As one of the most attractive men you've ever seen sat down in front of you and smiled, you felt your whole body freeze.

This was not your blind ate. He looked nothing like your blind date, at least not from the photo your friend sent you.

"Uhm." You managed to let out, obviously uncertain of what was happening.

He lifted his hands and let out a chuckle "I know you're confused, but I'll explain."

You sat up slowly, eyeing him carefully. "Okay?"

He smiled, obviously a bit embarrassed "I've been sitting over there waiting for my date, who decided to never show." You felt your heart jump at this.

"I noticed you when I first showed up, and I also noticed you've been alone the whole time and I was wondering if maybe..the same thing happened to you?"

You nodded your head "Yeah, he ghosted me."

San closed his eyes and let out a hiss "I was left on read."

You winced a bit, feeling the pain, before you suddenly felt a bit amused "So, you saw me, guessed I was going through the same thing and decided to...?"

"Save us both from the embarrassment of eating alone at a romantic restaurant?" He said with a laugh and you couldn't help but smile in return.

The way his eyes wrinkled and his dimples showed when he smiled gave you butterflies.

"Well that was a nice thought." You said softly, your tone shy, yet amused.

Seeing your waiter come up to your table, you wondered what he was going to think, before he smiled over at San.

"I was wondering where you went." He looked over at you and grinned "Would you like to order now?"

"Uh-" you looked at San who met your eyes, rose his brow and smiled "Sure" You gave in and he smile a bit wider.

After you both ordered some food San leaned in a little bit "Do you know why your date ghosted you?"

You shook your head as you sipped on your drink "No idea, he ignored my messages, I had to hear it from the friend who set us up."

His face contorted to anger as he shook his head "Coward."

You giggled "That's what my friend said."

"And they're right."

You tried to ignore the way your heart was beating, and the heat rising up your neck "What about you?"

He shrugged "I don't know. This would have been our second date. I thought the first one went well, but I guess not. I think maybe she was just in it for the fancy dates, and this did not meet her expectations." He said looking around.

You scoffed "This place has great food, shes missing out."

He smiled, his voice rising in agreement "Right?"

You looked around "I wonder if that's why my date didn't show...I picked this place, maybe it wasn't up to his standards either." You shrugged "That's a better reason than the one I was torturing myself with anyways."

San raised his brow and tilted his head "What do you mean?"

You suddenly felt a bit embarrassed as you twirled your glass slowly in your hands "I thought maybe he did show up, but then he saw me, and left."

San felt his gut twist at this. How could you think that? You were one of the most attractive people he'd seen. Exactly his type. He couldn't imagine anyone reacting that way to you.

He shook his head "No way."

You gave him a curious gaze and he smiled softly "There's no way he came. Because if he showed up and saw you, he would have come in, definitley."

You felt your face get hot and you hoped it wasn't noticeable. You looked down at your glass shyly and smile "Thank you, that's nice of you to say."

San smiled amused at the way you reacted to his comment "I'm not just saying it though, I mean it." He said softly, and as sincerely as he could, and the way your eyes looked up to meet his made his heart skip a beat.

You were obviously stunned by his comments and it made him think you weren't used to them. What a shame.

Not wanting you to get too uncomfortable he smiled "I didn't ask your name."

You swallowed, clearly glad of the change of subject, though you were still effected by his comments. "Oh, it's Y/n"

He smiled "I'm San."

"It's nice to meet you San."

"And you Y/n." He said in return, as you both smiled, shy giggles leaving you both as your heart hammered in your chests.

You had decided, about half way through your dinner with San, that even if your blind date had showed, you wouldn't have felt like this.

It turned out you and San had a great deal in common, similar interests, hobbies, and dreams. If you had met some other way, there was no way you wouldn't be friends.

But there was also a growing attraction, that you were sure you would not have felt with the man who ghosted you. You hoped San was feeling the same things you were. The way he acted, and looked at you said he did, but maybe that's just you being hopeful.

When your waiter finally brought the bill, you reached for it, but San grabbed it faster. You met his eyes with amusement and surprise.

"Allow me."

"No, are you sure? I'm okay with paying for mine." You said as you reached out your hand and he just shook his head.

"Take it as a thank you."

"A thank you?"

"For saving me from eating alone."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you."

"You're welcome." He said with a brazen tone and cheeky smile as he handed the bill and his card to the waiter who had come back over.

You scoffed in amusement before you fully laughed, making him chuckle.

San walked you to your car, and you had the growing realization that you might never see him again. Would he say yes if you asked if you could? Would he decline?

As you stopped by your car and faced him and smiled "I had a great time, thank you."

He grinned and nodded "I did too."

"I hope the girl you were supposed to take out regrets it."

He chuckled "And I hope the guy who stood you up learns just how much he missed out on."

Your ears burned a bit hotter at this, and you giggled under your breath. You wondered again, if he would say yes to seeing you again, but it seemed he had the same thought.

"Would you want to have dinner with me again?" he asked you with a soft voice and a shy, endearing smile.

Your heart skipped a beat as you nodded "I'd love to."

He beamed at you before tilting his head "No standing each other up?"

You shook your head fervently "Definitely not."

He chuckled "Good."

After you exchange phone numbers, San reached out and took your hand and you held your breath. Bringing it up to his face, San pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand before he smiled shyly at you.

"As mean as it might sound, I'm glad you got stood up."

You laughed, but knew what he meant with his comment. "I can say the same."

He grinned before he slowly let your hand go "Goodnight Y/n. Until next time."

You nodded and smiled softly "Yes, until next time."

xx

Kind of an odd ending, but I always suck at them lol so sorry.

-Part Two-

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Notes!: Hii!! This will be my first full series!! This chapter is pretty slow, it goes more into detail on the reader and her back story. I wanted to start a base for how the reader's plot will be about her feelings toward growing into her sexuality!:) Again this is BACKSTORY, Ellie and the rest of the characters are next chapter. There are a few OCs I wrote but they are just family and old friends they aren't major characters.

Summary: After a harrowing confrontation with her family, she finds herself fleeing from home, seeking refuge on the doorstep of a distant aunt's house. Desperate for a fresh start and eager to break free from the shackles of her past trauma, she dreams of embracing the freedom and joy that adulthood promises. Determined to carve out her own path, she sets her sights on attending a local college, yearning for the chance to rebuild her life on her own terms.

TW: self-image issues, identity struggle, trauma, ptsd, religious trauma, homophobia, internal homophobia.

(if you don't want to read the backstory just wait for the next chapter)

Past tense= italics

Present= Regular

↞chapter one↠

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Quiet murmuring gently purred in the back of your head. While cheek tingled numbly against the cold glass, and your arms lazily hugged your heavy duffle bag. Until an abrupt yet subtle jolt alerted your eyes to flutter sluggishly open. The long ride to Wyoming had finally ended, along with a peaceful end to the hell you went through. Your weary gaze swept over the quaint station, dusted with a rare powder unfamiliar to the Arizona landscape. Dormant trees stood sentinel, while locals huddled together like snug penguins. The site was gorgeous, comforting even. But you couldn't help but hold yourself a bit tighter in novelty. Despite the harsh factors that led you into a new state…you crumbled back to being a homesick child.

“You gettin’ off?” the elderly driver interjected, causing you to jerk your head away from the window, only to realize the bus was now empty, his puzzled gaze fixated on your attire, It was embarrassingly obvious you weren't a local…” Y-yeah! Sorry…” you stammered, hastily swinging your duffle bag over your shoulders and briskly shuffling off the bus.

The biting cold seemed to sting your skin like venom, eliciting a scowl and banishing your fatigue. Yet, given the abruptness of your departure from Arizona, there wasn't much opportunity to select the most suitable attire for these foreign conditions since you ran. So, you swallow back your frustrations like a cold pill shoving your hands in your hoodie pockets. Venturing through the busy station, hoping to start your new life freely.

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You'd never once seen your aunt, besides in the backgrounds of your baby photos. Aubrey was mostly a hushed name back at home—a figure who seemed to have disgraced the family name, severed ties with the church, and retreated to the solitude of the mountains. As a little girl you didn't quite get it, more so blindly following your parent's morals and bubbling a grudge against the distant kin. It wasn't really till your older cousins sneered and gossiped about her forbidden sins boredly awaiting Christmas morning.

“You know why Auntie isn't here?” Brianna hummed boredly to her older brother lounging lazily on his phone. “Cause she's a fuckin dyke?” He’d snort making you gasp over his vulgarity, and a small pout to settle on your lips. “I'm gonna tell your momma you're cussing..” You warned being the whiney girl you were, causing the older twins to scoff. ”yeah Dustin tone it down for the baby..” Brianna cooed mockingly, triggering your cheeks to flush in humiliation and annoyance. Dustin chuckled carelessly with a shrug. “Tone it down? It’s true, she's a total freak! That homo ran off with some girl. Abandoning the people who really cared for her.”

“You guys are such liars!” You exclaimed in annoyance trying to mask the tight feeling in your gut. ”Sure! We’d just make something like that up” Brianna interjected rolling her eyes. “You’re such a little brat, maybe you’re just like her too that’s why you’re callin’ us, liars!”

“I-I am not!”

“Are too!”

“Am not!!” You’d cry once more trembling slightly in anxiety.

“Are too!!” Brianna taunted back louder than before only for your bedroom door to be slammed open by their furious mother now awoken from slumber.

You vividly recall the fear that gripped you that night, promising yourself never to resemble that woman. Now, you stand, perhaps finally at the correct house, your entire life condensed into a duffle bag and a hopeful “prayer.” Like god could spare you any mercy now…Releasing a trembling sigh, you ascend the weathered steps of the Victorian residence, awkwardly lingering outside, feeling abandoned and cold.

The creak of the door opening was like a thunderclap in your chest, causing your heart to race and your palms to dampen even in the cold. What if she, too, turns you away? I'm sure she doesn’t want to care for someone kid! What if she insists on sending you back to your parents? What if... What if... What if...?

Your mind quieted as the woman's unfamiliar voice called your name, gentle yet tinged with confusion. Her soft, alarmed gaze pierced through you, triggering an immediate welling of tears. Trembling chin, pouted lips, eyes already puffy from your last breakdown. You couldn’t bear to even muster up a reason for being on her porch. You whimpered ducking your face into your palms sobbing softly until you felt her arms envelop you, in a comforting warmth.

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You had never been one for trouble, You were known for your impeccable character, attending church faithfully every Sunday and participating in Bible study. Your academic achievements were outstanding, consistently ranking at the top of your class. Beyond your academic pursuits, you dedicated yourself to cheerleading and even volunteered to support the homeless community. With a coveted acceptance to college, your future seemed destined for success and a much-needed break from the small town you called home.

You were a “good girl” under the terms of your teachers and your parents whom you cherished even after your clash. But even so, you weren't really….happy in a sense. You had gotten everything you wanted, god had given you a clear path to achievement. But there was no.….happiness. Guys your age found you quite boring, though you really showed no interest or care for them anyway. While girls couldn't seem to have fun with you, drinking? No. Skimpy fashion? No. Boys? No. Sex? Definitely not.

There were never really many characters to choose from, Arizona was more desert than home. Young people were practically running to get away from their faith and the old morals held in town. But you had always been the little girl who kept to her roots. Treading carefully away from danger and temptation. Even if it was boring…maybe even horrific to worry about even the slightest sin to send you hurling towards damnation. You remained pure and true to Christ. Just a lonely girl and her Bible well…until….

Hannah…

Hannah Whitlock

Lead cheerleader, blonde, freckled-faced, and cherished by everyone in school. Her dad was a lawyer, her mom was a home wife and they lived in the most perfectly white house on the edge of town. Accompanied by a pure golden retriever, a big green yard, and rose bushes lining their fence. She was the epitome of perfection, someone every girl wanted to be and every boy wanted to be with.….though you had trouble deciding which side you fell into long before you two had spoken. But despite that, she seemed like the answer to your loneliness, a miracle from god gracing your presence. Yet, you later realized she was more of a temptation from Satan than a divine gift.

It began when the family relocated to the quaint town, embodying the quintessential "American Family." Hannah's mother, fervently religious, compelled her husband and daughter to immerse themselves in the church community. She immediately caught your gaze being a girl around your age attending rather than the young babies, or the well-practiced elderly. Hence starting your spiral into temptation. Every Wednesday after school you'd attend Bible study where the lovely girl would already be dragging in newcomers with her charm. Her smile even eased you into speaking up in the group as the days went on, along with finally earning a friend.

Brief studies grew to become chatting at on campus, partners in projects, and small sleepovers at her lavish home. She had taken your breath away, someone who had shared your faith, your humor, even your music! You were so drawn to the blonde so blissfully happy you didn't care to spare a thought of your “unnatural” desires. Hannah made your heart pump, and your lips tug into painful smiles. For once in your life….you felt…alive. Everything was well, your families got along great, and your parents loved Hannah and you. Though there was a sliver of turmoil in you, and it was clearly evident you didn't want to be her…But be with her…The way your chest would tighten over her small boy toy obsessions. Or when she'd gawk over karate kid….The girl caught on of course…she wasn't an idiot…but more so amused.

However, one particular afternoon would etch itself into the fabric of your existence. It was the onset of winter break, and just like any other Friday, you'd follow the beauty home for a sleepover. Happily awaiting the plan set the next day when she'd let you accompany a trip to Alaska set by her affluent father. Through your anticipation had left the afternoon quiet, and dull. Hannah had suggested you two “prepared” to meet “hot” ski guys ranting on and on about a boy she had met the year before, stirring yet another fresh wave of frustration within you.

Your head snapped when her sweet voice called your name once more. Drawing you to take your attention off the nail polish you were messily smearing on your toes. “Hm?” you'd hum agitatedly causing her to giggle. “What's up?…” she whispered with a soft smile tugged on her glossy lips making you shift in embarrassment. Quiet and ashamed, you offered a shrug accompanied by a stiff smile. “Nothing…”

“Ugh….don’t be like that..” she whined as she tossed away a magazine scooting closer in bed for your attention. “Come on…you’ve been acting so weird since I started talking about Nathan..” She mumbled as she took the nail polish from your hand quickly taking over. “Weird…?” You snort in a tense tone watching her brush glittery nail polish neatly. “I can feel your annoyance from miles away babe.” She remarked with a soft laugh. Her smile effortlessly infecting your lips to curl up. "I don't know... I'm just not... I mean, I'm not into... guy talk?" you stumble over your words, cringing inwardly. "Guy talk?!" she huffs, laughter bubbling up even more. "Y-yeah... I just... I don't know... I mean, how can you be into those jerks at school..." you mumble in disgust, causing Hannah to give you a confused glance."Oh, come on, you don't think any of the guys are hot?" she teases, while you scrunch your nose in refusal, shaking your head. "Not even Warren?" she presses, as you firmly shake your head once more.

Hannah sighs with a soft giggle. “You’re weird…I swear if you weren’t a Christian I’d think you’re a total dyke…” That word….You felt ten years old again…sobbing to god you wouldn’t become so imbedded with sin….” as if…” you remarked with a weak smile. But part of you knew you weren’t like all the other girls, you weren’t boy crazy, nor did you even fathom the thought of simply holding a guy's hand. You were different, selfish even. You talked down about the boys she awes over…even going so far as to privately shred confessions slid in her locker deaming “It was for better.” Yet, you flaunt your smiles practically awestruck over the blonde when you were supposed to be praying to the man whom you “worshipped.” Too blind to see you were entertaining this fantasy of being satisfied as just a friend.

Let’s face it…you were a fucking hypocrite.

You dedicated countless hours to praying, determined not to succumb to temptation while harboring resentment towards those who seemed happy while you felt miserable. But, here you are, nestled in your crush's bed, her soft smile and infectious laughter filling the room. You were in deep... she had you right on the fucking spot. The girl was cunning, adept at charming others and effortlessly getting whatever she wanted with just the bat of an eye.

Hannah smirked, her touch gentle as she finished painting your toes, closing the nail polish with a flick of her wrist. The glint in her eye was mesmerizing, leaving you shamelessly weak, you hated her for that…even to this day. "I don't know... you seem to only hang around me," she hummed, purring your name, before settling back against her pink comforter, beckoning you to follow suit. Shyly joining her, your eyes tracing patterns on the ceiling, avoiding her captivating gaze. "Am I just that pretty...?" she added softly,

You tilted your head a little to look at her once more….feeling her warm breath on your cheek, your nose so close it could kiss hers. Causing you to shamefully fleet to your worried instincts, toying with the cross necklace resting over your breast. “No….just…sweet..” you hushed back with a gentle smile. “Do you have a crush on me…” she countered abruptly in a playful sense but it was more than enough to make your heart stop its flutter and slowly sink into your stomach.

"Please..." you groaned dramatically in response. "I meannn..."She hummed tauntingly, turning to lay on her side facing you, and you couldn't tear your gaze away. Hannah was... perfect... even when you were too scared to admit it. There was something about that moment that felt so serene, so beautiful, locked away in her room alone. It was as if God had granted you a brief moment of privacy with your true thoughts. You shifted to match her position, unable to resist the magnetic pull of her presence. Her laugh…her smile…the way her pretty nose would scrunch…or the way her hair smelled so disgustingly sweet…she was a magnet for desire.

"The way you talk to me... it's like no one else matters," the blonde whispered teasingly. But at that moment, your mind hadn't even processed the idea of amusement. You felt weightless, you felt... honest for once in your life. "Because no one else does... no one else is as amazing as you, Han," you confessed. The blonde girl's smile faltered slowly, confusion flickering in her azure eyes as they scanned your face. In your own confusion, you mistakenly interpreted her disgust as interest, sinking yourself deeper into oblivion. And then, without thinking, your lips met hers.

She was soft... her lips were sweet like strawberry chapstick, and her blonde locks cascaded silkily between your knuckles. And you instantly felt hungry…so deprived of something so gentle and sweet as a small kiss….you could finally understand why boys had been aching for girls…There was nothing…that could ever match such a heavenly feeling…

Your mind was clouded with affection…so eager to finally kiss the girl you've been aching for.

Leading you to miss how little of a reaction you were getting.

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The rest became a hazy blur, a memory you desperately wished to erase. The soft gasp that escaped her mother's lips, the sensation of Hannah's hands forcefully pushing you away...Your gaze shifted to her, once gentle eyes now filled with tears, her hand covering her lips in utter disgust... Your heart plummeted as if a heavy weight had lodged itself in your chest, suffocating you, making it impossible to draw breath.

What the fuck did you do?…

You bolted from her bed, your breaths coming in sharp, ragged gasps, your ears muffled to the barrage of insults and slurs spewing from the girl's mother. Snatching your phone and hoodie, you shoved past the older woman, paying no heed to your packed bags. All you could think about was getting the fuck out of there.

You don’t remember ever crying so much….the way your head throbbed, eyes raw and glossy, nose so congested, each sniffle and huff echoing like uncontrollable hiccups. Walking through the quiet, fading streets of the town, you wished incessantly that you hadn't kissed her, hadn't committed that sin, hadn't ruined something so good to make you forget how grey your life looked.

That dying afternoon before you trudged homeward, you found yourself seated in the weathered church where your paths had first crossed. The scent of aged books lingered in the air, the lacquer on the pews chipped and worn, the church bathed in a somber yellow glow that only intensified with the onset of night. Your gaze fixated on the cross before you, its presence a haunting reminder of your transgressions.

You considered…wrestling with the idea of harboring resentment towards your faith…If God merely represented a distant promise of paradise after enduring a lifetime of suffering, was dedicating yourself worth it? Was it worth adhering to the moral teachings of a book your family had solemnly embraced? Yet, you refused to entertain such thoughts, staunchly forbidding them, even at the potential expense of your own elation.

With a softly whispered plea to the deity, you begged for forgiveness…cleanliness..and a promise of your devotion and focus. You got up and left the house of worship walking home with a small sliver of something better…

There was a brief respite between your sobs until a new menace emerged. You stood quietly beneath a dim, yellow light, your gaze fixed on your mother, seated upon your weathered veranda. Her expression was somber, devoid of discernible emotion—a blank stare. Yet, it was enough to render your legs as heavy as lead, dragging them slowly, step by step, until you halted just shy of the first stair of your porch.

Your mother, keenly aware of your tendency to evade her anger, rose deliberately from her chair—or so you surmised from the creaking floorboards. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to meet her gaze. "Look at me," she demanded sternly, her voice cutting through the air.…to which you ignored watching tears already beginning to roll warmly down your chin vanishing Into the grass. “LOOK AT ME!” She yelled causing you to jerk and slowly lift your chin before you were met with a harsh smack across your cheek.

So violent, that a small whimper escaped your throat, leaving behind the metallic tang of blood on your gums. Your body quivered, fingertips rushing to soothe your split lip. Only for your wrist to be tugged back harshly by your mother. “Why did I get a call about you coming onto Hannah?!” she bellowed. Coming onto?…”w-what?!” you hiccuped in return. “Don’t play dumb with me! I heard from Mrs Witlock you forced yourself on her daughter!”

No…no Hannah would never say that…

"NO! I-I didn't do it!" You cried out in defense, tears streaming down your cheeks. "Her mom is lying!" Your mother's face contorted with a mix of disgust and anger as she delivered another stinging slap to your cheek. Sobbing uncontrollably, you felt her grip tighten on your hair, forcing you to meet her gaze. "Blaming others for your sins? You should thank your lucky stars your father isn't home to see this!" With a forceful tug, she dragged you back into the house, pushing you roughly inside, causing you to stumble and crash onto the wooden floor. “And don't you dare think for a god damn minute I'm gonna raise a fagget in my home! First thing tomorrow you're gonna get your shit together and head to a camp! you best pray you get your act together or you ain't coming home!” She hissed her chest ragged falling and rising angrily. “Do you understand?!”

You whimpered, stifling back sobs, utterly unable to find words to respond, which only seemed to stoke her anger further. She knelt, gripping your cheeks tightly. "Do you understand?!" she yelled once more. "Y-yes!!!" you screamed. Finally releasing her grip, she scoffed softly. "Get upstairs and pack…before you end up like your fucking aunt."

Relieved to be away from her wrath, you bolted clumsily upstairs. With hiccuping breaths, a busted lip, and puffy eyes, you retreated to your room, slamming the door shut behind you. Your mind raced a mile a minute, grappling with the events of the evening. How could Hannah say such things? How could your mother...even...No...

No…

You're done….

You're done living like this…

This town, Hannah, your damn parents, the church—screw it all! You're fed up with living the life they've prescribed for you. As you pack your duffle bag with essentials—shoes, soap, a measly seventy bucks—you retrieve the solitary photo hidden beneath your cluttered bed. —the one thing you have of your aunt, sent to you privately on your tenth birthday…along with a small note.….a pretty glittery card sent far later than your birthday…

“𝐹𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒸𝒶𝓇𝒹 𝒾𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝓉𝓇𝑒𝓂𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑜𝓃 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒾𝓉! 𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝐻𝒶𝓅𝓅�� 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝑜𝒻 𝒸𝑜𝓊𝓇𝓈𝑒! 𝒰𝓃𝒻𝑜𝓇𝓉𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝒶 𝑔𝒾𝒻𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑜𝓊𝑔𝒽 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓈𝒶𝓎…𝐼'𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝒹𝑒𝒻𝑒𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝓎𝓈𝑒𝓁𝒻 𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓈𝒶𝒾𝒹 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒, 𝓃𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓂 𝐼 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝓈𝓊𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝒾𝑒𝒻𝓈 𝑜𝓇 𝓋𝒾𝑒𝓌 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉…𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈. 𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝑜𝓅𝓉𝒾𝑜𝓃𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝑜 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒…𝑜𝓇 𝓌𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝓃𝑜 𝓂𝒶𝓉𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀 𝒾𝓉'𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒾𝓃 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒾𝓉….”

-𝐿𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒶𝓊𝓃𝓉

That moment crystallized in memory—the sparse words from your aunt, the postal photo capturing Jackson's snowy vistas, and her address. It became your lifeline, your sanctuary, the sole refuge amid familial discord. Perhaps it seemed impulsive, thoughtless, considering her estrangement from the family. Yet, you felt compelled, with no alternative. Tucking the card into your bag, you surveyed the dim hallways, noted your parents' silence, and descended the creaking stairs, bidding farewell to the familiar confines of home as you stepped into the enveloping darkness of the night.

The journey to the bus station was eerily silent, filled with a dreadful sense of foreboding. You were barely 19…you were running from the church…your family…college. Anxiety clenched your stomach as you purchased a ticket to Wyoming, boarding the dimly lit bus amidst weary locals. Doubts crept in—Was this really right?…what if things get worse...? No, you couldn't entertain such thoughts. With a heavy sigh, you brushed your sore lip, then rested your head against the window, succumbing to the rhythmic vibrations of the moving bus. Venturing out the south…and into the west.

༺♰༻

Aubrey—the woman vilified as horrible, selfish, and sinful—revealed herself to be among the kindest souls you'd ever met.….She even proved herself to be more motherly than her sister…. While her sister bore and raised you, it was Aubrey who cradled you through that tear-filled afternoon, offering solace without demanding explanations for your sudden departure. She tended to your wounds with care, nourished you, and refrained from prying into your painful past, instead embracing you in the sanctuary of the new home she willingly extended to you.

In the brief hours you spent with her, she effortlessly instilled a sense of calm, guiding you through the unfamiliarity of her home. She graciously introduced you to an unused room, assisted in organizing your belongings, and even insisted on joining you for dinner downstairs. Though her gestures were undeniably heartwarming, your paranoia about this newfound sweetness overshadowed any potential smile. Such warmth and wholesomeness felt alien, you were used to silent dinners after starter prayers, you were used to coming home to parents who lacked tenderness…you were used to bland. Yet, here you are sitting in your aunt's colorful Victorian abode. Enjoying the nurturing, the simple yet comforting conversations. But the sudden shift unsettled you—there lingered a nagging fear that if you grew too accustomed to this newfound warmth, it might vanish as swiftly as it appeared.

With that thought, the door opened, and in came another older woman down the hall peering into the kitchen confused. Tall, dirty blonde, simple jeans along with a neat blouse and cardigan…she seemed intimidatingly sophisticated. "Rachel?" Aubrey's voice rang out, beckoning the blonde to enter. "Aubrey...hey...um..." Rachel hesitated, crossing the room to stand beside her wife, her gaze flickering uncertainly towards you. "Who... is this?" Aubrey swiftly introduced you, moving to stand protectively behind you. "She's my niece... she... needs a place to stay..." Aubrey's voice softened, her hopeful smile unwavering as her fingers gently kneaded your shoulders. "I offered her the guest room... just until things... get a little easier for her."

In contrast to her wife, Rachel exuded a pragmatic aura, fully aware of the recklessness inherent in taking in someone else's child, especially a runaway. Shame flushed your cheeks as you glanced down at your plate. "Um...baby, how about we... chat in the hall for a second..." Rachel's voice carried a hint of timidity as she addressed her wife, prompting Aubrey to nod in agreement before giving you a final reassuring squeeze and exiting the kitchen, leaving you alone with your worries.

What are you thinking??? You can't just throw yourself in these women's lives?! You need to go home! Are you stupid?!—your mind spiraled while you tried to get a listen on what the two were debating.

“Aubrey…we..we can't…we shouldn’t plus what if your sister..finds out or…the cops get involved I-”

“So what we send her back to my sister? do you see her face? I know how my family is they’ll just fucking beat her and send her off to some psycho cult preaching about faith!” Aubrey hushed sternly in return making her wife immediately quiet and guilty.

“Look…I…I promise I’ll talk to my sister if…that’s what it takes..but I can’t send her back…I know..what it’s like to be in her shoes and…I had to deal with it alone..” Your aunt hushed. You peaked into the hall curiously seeing Rachel frown cupping her wife’s cheeks. And with a short nod and a sad smile she whispered. “Okay…” Quickly, you snapped your head back to your food continuing to eat before they noticed your ease dropping.

“Sorry, for my introduction I’m Rachel..” the blonde announced as she reentered the kitchen, taking her seat across from you at the table. You offered a quiet nod in response, prompting a slight frown to crease her lips. “It’s just…worrying to see a kid…in here…wait…how old are you?...” she questioned gently. "Nineteen," you whispered, to which she sighed in relief. "Well... then I suppose we don't have much of a problem," she attempted a joke, though it fell somewhat flat. Aubrey offered a weak smile, leaning against the kitchen counter. "You've had a long day... you should head up... and...you can stay as long as you need."

Your heart swelled with gratitude, igniting a flicker of hope within you. "Thank you... really, I... I..." your words stumbled softly before your aunt enveloped you in a tight hug, silencing your hesitant expression of gratitude. Meanwhile, her wife offered a small smile as she collected your empty plate to clean. "Don’t worry about thankin’ us okay?" Aubrey whispered as she pulled away, and you nodded in agreement once more, overcome with emotion. With a final exchange, you parted ways, heading towards the guest room to settle in.

With a soft sigh, you gently closed the door behind you, casting a fleeting glance around the dimly lit room. After slipping into a simple t-shirt and panties, you settled into the crisp, inviting bed. Weary from the day's events, your gaze drifted up to the ceiling, your belly content and your body longing for rest. Yet, despite the comfort, your heart still yearned for the warmth of the southern sun, the feeling of your skin kissed by its rays, and the presence of Hannah by your side on the steps of the church…..You let your hand drift to the cross between your breasts before allowing yourself to drift off….praying for a better day..

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧• 𓆩⚝𓆪 •⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

More notes!: hey guys!!! Sorry this is so late and a little dry😭 I really hoped you like this starter though! I’m already working on chapter two which will pick up on reader meeting the characters :)))

Taglist!: @bready101 @vqxen @a-little-bit-of-everybody @shiimer

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[icarusvshozier]

Luke Castellan x Hephaestus!Reader who crafted Backbiter

a/n: this started off as general luke x hephaestus!reader hcs but quickly spiraled into just luke x hephaestus!reader who made Backbiter with no hesitation but with no knowledge of what they were making it for + luke's betrayal. so, here's that. reblog if you like it, and come talk to me abt luke!!

warnings: not edited SORRY. lots of plot, spoilers for tlt duh, might not be totally canon compliant but fuck it we ball, swearing?, inconsistent grammar?, angst, a little bit of thirst, implied established romantic relationship between luke & reader, vague sword fighting, at one point reader literally turns into a bird and flys away like Superman so dont say I didn't warn you, I'm pretty sure this is GN!reader but let me know if it's not

— You could have never imagined having Backbiter being pointed at you in this way. When Luke told you to follow him during the firework show, you hesitated but only because you and your siblings worked hard on the display all year and you would be lying if you said you didn't care about seeing it play out. But he said it was important, you smiled and left with him thinking he was only playing, not wanting the ample makeout time to go to waste.

— But then he took you into the woods and started talking about the Gods faulty parenting, which wasn't terribly out of the ordinary but you hadn't been expecting a vent session. You just ran your hand through his curls and stared into his eyes, waiting for him to kiss you but he kept talking.

— All about Clarisse and Percy's quest and the master bolt. You guessed any camper would have a lot on their mind right now but you kind of wanted him to shut up and kiss you.

— "But it isn't over. Clarisse didn't steal the master bolt." You had been staring at his lips, but you snapped out of your haze, "What? What do you mean?"

— He confessed to you that he stole the bolt over the winter solstice. You gave a soft but slightly nervous chuckle as he held you close. You repeated your last question again with an added, "Why?" like a fool.

— He only held you tighter and poured his soul out to you, everything he had been hiding. The tricky son of the God of Thieves, how Kronos came to him in his dreams, how he played perfectly into his despise for the Gods, how he gave his shoes to Percy so he would either give the Master Bolt to Kronos or die getting there, and how he needs you by his side

— You realize much too late into his ramblings that you have already helped him in his mission, you gave him Backbiter with no questions asked.

— So many questions flooded your brain, how long has been planning this? How long have you been part of this scheme? Has he only ever gotten close to you for this reason, just to get something out of you? Are you even part of this scheme? Or would you join him and find out Kronos doesn't think you're worth jackshit and kill you the second you step out of line. You know how the world was before the Gods, when the Titans ruled, and you wouldn't live like that.

— You push him away and tell him such. Tell him that he's crazy for thinking Kronos is a better overseer than the Olympians.

— He asks you if you're really gonna die on the sides of the Gods just because your father has given you two acknowledgements in your whole 19 years of life.

— You almost sass him and tell him that you've actually had three interactions with your Godly father. But then you realize one of the three was being claimed as a child of Hephaestus, and he probably wouldn't count that right now.

— Though, Annabeth did just tell you all about her meeting with Hephaestus on her quest.

— You had thought of your godly father fondly enough before she told of meeting him. The second time you interacted with your father was when you prayed to him to help you figure out a way to make one of your latest inventions work, and he actually responded with input. The third being him gifting you a necklace of shapeshifting when you took his advice and successfully made a first of its kind invention. You thought responding to a call for help and then rewarding a child for pulling through something complicated was more positive enforcement than most demigods got from their parents in Olympus. But now, you really thought that he might be different from the other Olympian Gods. But it reminded you of when you first received your necklace.

It made your relationship with Luke a little weird for a while after, like walking on eggshells, just the visible reminders and contrast of your parents' behaviors. Him with his scar, you with your necklace.

Eventually you talked to him about it. Or, he told you how he felt about it, rather.

He warned you that your father was only doing this so you would do something in return for him. Warned you that someday, be it next week or 10 years from now, he will be cashing in that favor.

But its been years since you got that necklace, and you haven't heard from your father since.

With Luke's warning, you considered it a good thing.

You joke about it offhandedly how you haven't heard from Hephaestus in years on the anniversary of when you got your magic necklace, "Guess he doesn't need that favor yet." And Luke twitches.

"You say that like it's a good thing." "Isn't it?" "What? That he disappeared on you right after giving you a gift? Have any of your siblings even heard from him in the last couple of years?" He spewed it out like a cough he could no longer keep in.

As much as you liked the occasional structured debate for fun, you got choked up when Luke said this. You weren't sure if it was the words, or his tone or how fast he spilled his thoughts that got to you, but you wondered, was he mad at you?

"I mean," you could no longer look him directly in the eyes, so you flicked your gaze to the ground, to the stables behind him, his nose, his shoes, anything. "I dont kn-I guess, well- I mean, I don't know about everything that goes on with my siblings so..." you stammered out.

"As far as you know?" Tears welled in your eyes from the confrontation, you looked straight up and blinked as light and as fast as you could. "No, I don't think so, Luke." You paused and faced him, "Why even? Why do you care?"

"Why don't you care?! Your dad does one thing for you and you're loyal as a dog to him! He doesn't deserve that! He doesn't care about you! Or your siblings!" Or your siblings felt like an afterthought.

You didn't know where to start with him. Did he call you a dog?! Or how about him projecting and taking out his own daddy issues on you. You didn't know where to start so you didn't, you used the power in your necklace to shapeshift into a bird and fly away from the boy to find a nice tree to stalk observe him from.

He yelled after your disappearing form, "Y/N! No, wait! Come back here!"

He looked around, but couldn't find your form camouflaged in the branches behind him. He sighed defeated, and ran his hand through his curly hair.

He found you the next day at your workstation, back to regular, and apologized for saying what he did. You considered ignoring him but turned to face him.

"You hurt and confused me." You pout bluntly. "Do you believe what you said or did you just want to hurt my feelings?"

Luke pulls the work gloves off your hands, then takes one and leads you into the forest. Some of your siblings were starting to stare and he knows that you both would rather not be so emotionally vulnerable in front of so many people.

"I didn't mean what I said about your dad not caring about you.. I never want to hurt you, I just don't want to see you get hurt by someone that's supposed to protect you. And I guess I thought that if I could tell you what the Gods are like before they get to you, then they couldn't harm you."

— Which takes you to now, with shaking hands holding out your finely crafted medium sized blade a few feet from where Luke stands with his hand resting on another piece you created. A blade you created with only love in your heart, a blade you handed Luke while thinking about Viking weddings; how they exchanged swords instead of rings like today - a blade now used against you.

— You fight, gnashing teeth and spitting salvia and blood at each other's feet. The sound of blades clashing is silenced by fireworks overhead, you're yelling at each other, how could you be so stupid, why cant you see what's best for you? I thought you loved me & I'm doing this because I love you.

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan #luke castellan angst #luke castellan fic #luke castellan fanfic #luke castellan headcanons #pjo fic #hephaestus!reader #cairo.txt #what should my fic tag for this be hmm #file: [luke castellan] #file: [pjo] #file: [my writing]

[sparklepirate]

Alright, final thoughts on Inheritance.

;-;

Eragon continues to be the guy of all time. I love him. He really displayed a maturity in this book that I think supersedes anything we've seen of him in all the previous books, and just like... His strength really is that he is compassionate and thoughtful towards everyone. Even Murtagh, now, too. He had the realization of how close he was to sharing his fate, sought to understand him, and that was ultimately what led him to realizing his true name had changed, tearing down Galbatorix's wards, etc etc. I don't know that I could properly articulate everything about him here, but Eragon definitely became the hero he needed to be by the end of the series, 100%. He is the only person who could've possibly thought of the final piece of magic to defeat Galbatorix. Even the dreams of starlings are equal to the worries of a king. Ahhh, it's so good. ❤️ I'm so proud of him.

On the other hand, Barst was some bullshit. Bro. Like, on the one hand, it was a very good climactic battle for Roran to participate in, and his triumph was the perfect culmination of his character- cunning in battle, cunning in strategy, the intelligence and charisma to sway everyone around him into cooperating and working together, sheer determination so intensely strong that he was able to crush and Eldunarí with his bare hands. His role was perfect! But Barst as a villain was kinda... Well, first of all, he came completely the fuck out of nowhere. He wasn't mentioned at all until they were already on their way to Uru'baen, and then he was only MENTIONED. They didn't hype him up enough before the actual battle in my opinion. And ONE human and one Eldunarí being enough to beat the QUEEN OF THE ELVES in hand to hand combat...? I mean, I guess that could work but... Ehhh... I dunno. It kind of felt like an excuse for Islanzadí to die, and Roran to triumph more than anything. It was cool, but it was probably the weakest part of the plot in my opinion.

That said though I think it's pretty safe to say this was my favorite book of the series. I'm having trouble recalling all the iconic shit (I took a pretty long break from reading about halfway through the book) but there was soooo much cool stuff in here. The Nasuada being kidnapped and being helped by Murtagh arc is GOLD, Vroengard was amazing, and all the battles were SO well written??? I need to study these books more closely just to learn how to write compelling fight scenes. Honestly, it's gripping stuff. I was on the edge of my seat, despite knowing how everything turns out.

Nasuada is amazing, Arya is amazing, Saphira is amazing, Roran is amazing, MURTAGH is amazing... I think I already liked basically every character in this series going in, but I somehow like them even more now that I've read it again. Everyone is so good, and interesting, and I want to be everyone's friend. I think the only character I liked less this go around was Orrin (sorry to my Orrin stan friend out there). That said, though, I don't dislike him, I think I just went from positive to neutral about him.

Orrin honestly just didn't get nearly as much screen time as I remembered? We only see him a handful of times throughout the book and each time the only thing he's doing is getting drunk and making an ass of himself, though... Idk, he also has a point? He has his own unique point of view, and his own unique experiences that lead him to his own ideas of how to conduct things, and it is definitely kind of true that like no one ever really listens to him or takes him seriously, despite being the King of Surda for w while at that point. I don't think there was a more graceful solution to the division of power/territory after Galbatorix was killed than what was decided upon, because like... Realistically, Orrin was never gonna be high king. He had good reason to assert for the throne, sure, but actually ascending to the throne? That is SUCH a far reach for power, unless the aim was to assimilate Surda in and have all of the humans under one crown. Nah, Nasuada giving up territory and ascending to the throne was the better choice, even if I do empathize with Orrin's point of view. It seems like Nasuada did as well, because even though she was persistent, she seemed to be gentle and sympathetic with him. He even had his line about like... "Why do you even want to do this?" "None of you would understand." Idk. Very interesting, but not tremendously notable compared to others, and he definitely was a bit of an asshole at times.

Murtagh my beloved my BELOVED I'm honestly just gonna make a whole separate essay post about him because his shit is Complicated™️ but one little note it was such a small detail at the end but I love that he said to Eragon "Hey check in on Arya about killing Shruikan. It couldn't have been easy for an elf to kill a dragon." And Eragon hadn't even THOUGHT of that and Arya probably would've been the last thing on his mind but he still was just so thoughtful. He is thoughtful like his brother and he cares so deeply and AHHH!!! And actually I want to see him and Arya be buds. I think they would have a cool dynamic. And also I love that he never once hesitated to acknowledge Eragon as his brother and just wanted to be with him and finally Eragon also acknowledged him as a brother too that last scene with them was just so good 🥹

Also I love how Thorn's like only spoken line in the whole series (until November) is to boop Eragon on the forehead and say "Hi. Thank you for not killing my rider. :)" and Murtagh is just like "Yeah thanks for that. 😒"

Love how quick Saphira and Fírnen hit it off lol. They really played tag and wrestled for like five minutes and then were like "Alright we're gonna go fuck like now see y'all later ✌️" And Eragon's like "Is this??? Okay???" And Saphira's like "Pfft dragon's don't mate for life 🤷‍♀️" Their little romance was so cute.

CAN WE FUCKING TALK ABOUT QUEEN AND RIDER ARYA??? That shit is by FAR the wildest endgame decision Chris made because like. That. That's so fucking. Oh my god??? Like, one, poor Arya!! She just wanted to be a rider and have adventures! She probably would've either spent her time happy herrying eggs across Alegaësia, or she would've gone with Eragon to Mount Arngor, but you can NOT convince me that she would be particularly happy as queen. She's grieving the loss of her mother that she barely had a relationship with, and denied the other eleven leaders for a full week before they convinced her to do it!!! Girlie!!! You deserve to be happy!!! And, two, the obvious point of holy shit that is such an enormous power imbalance in favor of the elves. Like, there is a REASON the riders were separate in the first place!! And, you know, Galbatorix JUST died and now there is another rider/monarch and it's the ELVES who have historically been both the most powerful race, and the race with the best relationship with the dragons. And Arya is the ONLY RIDER LEFT IN ALEGAËSIA!!! Because Eragon is gone (and stubbornly convinced that He Shall Never Again Return Oh Woe Is Him) and Murtagh is... Also gone to an extent. He at the very least holds no political power. Basically everyone hates him, and those that don't can't do more than, like, pardon him, for whatever that's worth. I just can't see this not rubbing people the wrong way, and not coming to an eventual head. Nasuada and Arya are both great, but I just get the feeling there is going to eventually be some sort of conflict between them, no matter how much neither of them want it. I do think Arya is perhaps the least corruptible person, other than maybe Eragon but... I don't knowwww maaaan it's complicated!!

Also I regret to inform everyone that rereading the last little bit did make me ship Eragon and Arya a teensy tinsy itty little bit. Just a liiiiittle bit. Like idk the last fairth and the telling each other their true names and calling each other their true names and Eragon's grief at leaving and his vow to love her forever and her insinuation of maybe one day just got to me alright???

There were a lot of cool magic things in this book! Like the pocket space that the Eldunarí were kept in? Cuaroc's body? More shit that I'm forgetting? God I would just love, like, a magical encyclopedia or something idk. Lots of cool shit. And artifacts!! I want to learn about more magical artifacts.

Also at my Galbatorix stan mutual? I'm a certified Murtagh Girlie™️ and therefore obligated to hold a grudge but like. I do get it. He is a... Very competent villain.

Alright I think that's it for now but. Wow. Man oh man. There is a reason I love this series. I'll probably think of some more things to talk about later, and I'm gonna be participating in the Big Bang, and I'll probably post about The Fork, The Witch, and The Worm as I reread that but yeah!!! Can't wait for November!!

#can't WAIT for November!!! #ashna reads the inheritance cycle #inheritance cycle #eragon #inheritence #murtagh morzansson #saphira #murtagh thornsrider #nasuada #roran stronghammer

[chuuyasheaven]

“ᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴏɴ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ?~ɪ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ɪᴛ sᴏ ʙᴀᴅ,ʙᴀʙʏ.”

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ; Drunk! Chuuya is horny. His sober girlfriend is gonna help him out.

ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ(s); drunk!Chuuya, Fem!Reader, We ask for consent first ofc, pet names (angel, baby, darling), drunk!Chuuya is basically needy!Chuuya oops, Porn with some plot! (breeding kink if u squint hehe)

ɴᴏᴛᴇs; Feeling horny oops...anyway, enjoy my Chuuya brainrot hehe!

To your surprise, Chuuya is already home. He's on the couch, napping maybe? You don't know to be honest.

But then you noticed the wine in front of him.The bottle was empty.

You took off your shoes and walked towards him. You sat down beside him, looking if he was awake. He indeed did open his eyes just the second you sat down.

“ Oh, sorry Chuuya. I didn't mean to wake you!” you said. Meanwhile Chuuya was smiling at your presence.

“It's...it's ok, baby. I wasn't asleep, anyway. I missed you..” he said, you assumed that he was drunk from all the wine he drank. He did reek of wine a little. “Chuuya, how was your day, babe?” you asked him, Chuuya looked at the ceiling before answering.

“ Fine, i guess? It wasn't too shitty, but it wasn't so fun either. I just missed you a lot!”, you looked at him with a little smile on the face. “I missed you too, Chuuya.” you said while giving him a kiss on the cheek, Chuuya turned to you, to give you a kiss on your lips.

You would lie if you didn't taste the wine. You would say the taste was kind of intense, but that slipped your mind when Chuuyaʼs Kiss kinda got more sloppy. After letting go, he looks at you, he looked...with need and lust into your eyes.

“I...missed you, baby. I missed your touch, your smile, your angelic voice, oh fuck...” he repeated it, again, how much he missed you. Now you were growing desperate. The way, his voice got more raspy at his words..the things this man let you feel, they were incredible.

“Fuck, i need you, angel. So...bad.” Chuuya whispered against your lips as he kissed you again, with more need and hunger.

He made you even more desperate than before. Needing more of it, you climbed onto Chuuyaʼs Lap. You could feel him smiling, but also his hard dick.

This turned into a make out session, a really hot one. So hot, you started to grind on his erection. But then you remembered something, he wasn't sober. You stopped grinding. Chuuya stopped kissing you for a second to see what happened.

“ Why-...did you stop?” he asked with a pout. “Chuuya, as much i want to do that, you're not sober and i don't want to hurt you.” you said with guilt. “Baby, i want this. You're not gonna hurt me, i missed you so much lately, i need this..please.”

“ Are you really sure?” you ask again for reassurance, he looks at you with a smile. “More than anything right now. I give you my full consent.” after making sure, you continued where you stopped.

Chuuya grew more needy after each kiss. He moved onto your neck to prep some kisses there, still, he wanted more of you.

He separated from your lips to breath real quick and then tell you about his needs.

“ Oh fuck, i need you so...-so bad, baby..i want to feel you..~” he said seductively, you knew that you felt the same way. “Then let's go to the bed-” “Fuck the bedroom, let's do it here on the couch..”, thats what you ended up doing.

You took off your shirt and unclapsed your bra. Chuuya grapped one of your tits and played with your already hard nipple. His cold hand on your nipple sent you more arousal than ever. You helped Chuuya unbutton his blouse, and saw his work of art chest. You did the same as him, playing with his nipples a little with your cold hands.

He slightly moaned as a reaction, growing impatient, he takes off your undergarments to see a damp spot on your panties.

Now you changed positions, Chuuya was on top while you were under him. You let out a suprised moan, feeling his thumb press lightly against your clothed clit. Chuuya pressed slightly harder and strated caressing it a little.

“ Chuuya...- more..!~ i want m-more...” you managed to get out. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't growing more impatient by each second..he was painfully hard, too.

“More? You want me to fuck you hard, baby? Is that what you want..?” he teased. You nodded, you wanted him to fuck you dumb, you wanted him to show you how much he missed you.

“ Ngh..!~ Fuck, angel, i wanted to tease you but when you look like that..and your begging for me..F-fuck it..!” he cursed, while starting to unbuckle his belt. How can he deny you like that? When you beg so nicely, when you look all sexy and hot while you do it?

He needs you, now.

Chuuya is taking your panties off so aggressively, while he lines up at your cunt. As he enters, you both felt so much bliss. He started thrusting, low groans and slight moans leave him, while you're over here moaning how good he feels.

“Mhm...you feel so good..!~ Fuck, angel, you're so fucking tight..” he panted. You kept on moaning his name, when he suddenly sped up his rhythm slightly.

“ You see what you do to me, baby? You're so hot..f-fuck!~ keep moaning like that, and i might cum right inside you..god, i love you so much, angel..” he praised you, his dirty talk made you clench around him, making him whimper quietly.

Noticing this, Chuuya continues to praise you. “Hm? You like when i talk to you like this?,” he gripped one leg of yours to place it on his shoulder, letting him fuck you from another deep, deep angle.

“Oh fuck..! Doesn't this feel good, darling? When i fuck my cum deep into you..or when it spills out? Would you like that, angel? Hm?” he lowkey moaned,he was so attractive like this. Only a few thrusts later, and you came. “Ah! Ch-chuuya..fuck!”

“ You came already? Well, let me speed this up, baby, alright?” he said grunting.

And indeed, he did cum after a few thrusts.

Collapsing on top of you, he snuggled up on you. Not even trying to pull out, but still, he wasn't sobered up. So you didn't blame him for being this exhausted, of course. After some minutes, he pulled out. A few little strings of both of your cum mixed connected the head of his tip.

You got up to get Chuuya a glass of water. Afterwards, you got up and brought new clothes for the both of you. Since it was late, and Chuuya asleep, you brought an blanket for the both of you and this night you slept on the couch. While cuddling with each other.

You kissed Chuuya on his Forehead and said “i love you” before (trying to) drift into sleep.

Happy new years btw! Remember, AFTERCARE IS IMPORTANT. Bye y'all 💗

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[bcbdrums]

"now the anime i felt diminished Soul's character in the second half... that's another topic though, haha."

What do you mean, his character was diminished?

Hello! Sorry it took me so long to answer!! Spoilers ahead for anyone who hasn't seen the whole show.

Let me approach this a different way... We know the running joke about Tsubaki, that after the Masamune arc she gets no character development. Her lines are just screaming Black Star's name, and that's about it for her.

That's how it feels for Soul after Crona shows up. Except with him it's just...silent brooding and watching his meister put all her focus onto someone else. The meister/weapon relationship that seems like it's kinda supposed to be the whole point of the show...? We don't get much of that for Soul and Maka anymore until the finale. And then it feels just kinda...forced in at the last moment, since we haven't gotten much of that.

He's not the only one whose arc gets skewed, and a good lot of that is due to the anime ending so abruptly and not getting to tell a fuller story. It needed at least ten more episodes in my opinion, whether it followed the manga or not... It just ended too fast.

But Soul specifically got supplanted by Crona, and it makes no sense to me. To have his relationship with Maka just...set aside entirely. Or rather, the issue is that they tried to pretend it wasn't. They tried to pretend all was well, and then bring it back at the very end as if things have been fine the entire time. But no.....no they haven't been.

For some idk like fifteen episodes or so? The only glimpses of Soul are him brooding, pining, trying to be himself toward Maka, being a good friend and weapon, but Maka only has eyes for Crona. Even at their apartment her only thoughts are for Crona, even telling Soul to leave her alone one time. She puts this wall between them and doesn't even know she's doing it, and Soul... His devotion to her never changes.

And... He never gets resolution with Crona for himself. So Maka just...forgave Crona I guess for almost killing Soul? Remember that huge giant plot point that started back in episode 7? That started the entire black blood thing? We never see or hear them talk about it but I guess Maka just....let it go, after purifying Crona? Which makes NO sense but okay I guess. But what about Soul... So since Maka decided to forget about Crona almost killing him, Soul is supposed to just forget too? Since his meister has decided to obsess over this poor mixed up kid who desperately needs professional help NOT a friendship that's doomed to unhealthiness due to the kid's issues, and Soul's supposed to just...be cool with it?

I was really glad that Kid brought it up that one time at the courts, even if it was just for a moment. At least somebody remembered what Soul went through. But it should have been his meister.

So yeah it's just...messed up. In summary.... Soul gets ignored second half of the show till a last-minute dramatic thing in the finale, but it feels out of place since Maka has ignored him for who knows how many episodes except to tell him to leave her alone. Soul has remained devoted and loyal. Soul's devotion to her has him repeatedly use the black blood for the sake of all of them, risking himself. And Maka just forgot I guess about her "new project" or whatever almost killing her weapon. And Soul just gotta deal with....all of that. Deal with what looks like the slow losing of his meister.

Yeah. That's what I meant by Soul being diminished... Everything about him was just kinda forgotten except what he could do for the rest of them.

Gonna take a left-turn here and compare Maka to her father again... Wonder if this is what Stein felt like watching his weapon go off with someone else, slowly losing him to some new, interesting person for whatever reason...

Yeah Maka, your weapon deserved better from you.

All that said? Oh I still ship it. I can be annoyed as heck with canon and still use it, lol.

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[sh7ggy]

● Shigaraki x Reader fluff (G/N reader)

Sorry if there's any typos (not proofread)

Summary: Shigaraki feels overwhelmed, reader comforts him and they fall in love.

Includes: swearing (mild), angst (also mild), fluff, bit ooc

WC: 994

You were sitting at the bar, talking to Kurogiri and having a drink. Dabi and Mr. Compress were both sitting on the couch behind you, drunk and being rather loud. Shigaraki was situated next to you, scratching himself mercilessly.

You tried not to pay attention to him, maybe he was plotting the League of Villains' next scheme, which, as the leader, he often did. Although he usually doesn't get this worked up....

After a few more minutes of this, Shigaraki stormed out. 'Ugh! You people are insufferable!' Dabi and Compress didn't bat an eye at the blue-haired man's sudden outburst, but you were worried about him.

You turned to follow him, but Kurogiri was quick to stop you. 'Tomura Shigaraki likes to be left alone when upset. I am speaking from experience.' You knew Kurogiri was probably right, but you felt terrible seeing Shigaraki like this. You decided to ignore Kurogiri's warning and followed him outside.

When you stepped outside, the cold winter air swallowed you, so you reached behind the door for the nearest coat. It happened to be Compress', so it was huge on you, but no matter.

As you approached the darkness of the alleyway, you could hear Shigaraki quietly scratching and muttering to himself. 'Why can't I get a minute of peace and quiet in this place? Don't those shitheads realize how much stress I'm under?' You were unsure if you should really approach him, but you were curious to know what was going on, so you proceeded towards the alleyway.

'Go away, Compress! I'll fucking kill you if you don't leave me alone right now.'

Oh, yeah... You were wearing Compress' coat, so you must've looked like him in the darkness of the alleyway.

You walked closer to him. 'It's just me, don't worry.' You stood in front of him.

'Y-you go away too.' He stuttered, shivering from the cold.

You sat down beside him.

'I told you to leave. Are you forgetting that I'm your boss? Or that It only takes one touch for me to disintegrate you?' He tried to threaten you.

'Are you okay?' You ignored his threats. 'You seemed really upset just now.'

He turned away from you, not answering your question. You sat there for about 10 minutes, both not saying anything. After a while, you stood up. 'If you're not gonna tell me what's wrong, I might aswell leave.

And yet... you couldn't leave him out there alone.

Shigaraki stood up aswell and hugged you tightly, mindful not to touch you with all five of his fingers.

You heard him sniffle softly.

'It's okay, I'm here.' you assured him while you wrapped your arms around him.

'Please don't tell the others about this.' He pleaded. 'I usually never cry, but-'

'Shh', you shushed him. 'I won't tell anyone. I promise.'

Normally, Shigaraki would've never let someone shush him like that, but since you were being so kind to him, he let it slide. Just this once.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, still crying and shivering from the cold.

You ran your fingers through his hair.

'What do you say we go back inside and I make you a hot-chocolate? I can tell you're cold, and you might get sick if you stay out here.'

'Just wait a few minutes... I'm a mess right now.'

He wiped his tears with his sleeve and sat back down. He patted the floor next to him, signaling for you to sit there.

You obliged.

'You know, I have been wanting to tell you something for a while now, but I'm not sure if I can.'

You caressed his hand softly. 'You can tell me anything.'

He pulled his hand away.

'Don't do that. You could die.' He looked genuinely worried.

'Is the big boss getting soft on me now?' You teased, trying to lift the tension.

He wasn't having it.

'Alright, I'm sorry. I thought it could help lighten the mood.' 'Now what was it you were going to tell me?'

'Just forget I said anything.'

You were really curious to know what it was. You were certainly hoping to hear that one particular sentence, but maybe you were delusional for even thinking about it.

'Come on, spill.' You pried.

'I said forget it.'

'Is there a reason why you're scared to tell me?' You thought maybe you had done something to make him hesitant.

'I'm just afraid of how you'll react.'

'You know what? I have something to confess aswell. How about I go first?' You were really nervous. Was he gonna take it well?

'Whatever.' He said.

'So.. I've actually felt this way for a while now, and I just wanna tell you that- that I'm in love with you.'

Silence.

Shigaraki looked surprised at your confession. He didn't say anything, though. Did you just get rejected?

You sat there for what felt like hours, anticipating his response. that's when his expression changed from surprised to almost angry.

'Is this some sort of joke? Cause if it is, I don't find it funny.'

'I'm being serious. I'm crazy about you...'

Was that too cheesy? That was how you really felt, though.

It was as if he was making you wait for his response on purpose. It was dead silent between you two, the only sounds being bypassing traffic and the cold wind that blew.

Shigaraki scooted closer to you, as if you weren't close enough already.

'I guess... you're not so bad either.'

You chuckled. 'I'll take it.'

The happiness you felt was indescribable. You couldn't believe he felt the same way about you.

'I'm quite cold.' He said. 'Can we hug again... maybe?' He sounded a bit embarassed.

You removed one of your arms from Compress' coat and signaled Shigaraki to put his arm in. He happily did so.

He then put his head on your shoulder.

'This is nice.' He said while he 'discreetly' wiped away a tear.

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