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fallenangelkitten · 9 months

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You Wish

Synopsis: You and Henry have been best friends for years. What will happen when Henry realizes it’s more than that for you?

Warnings: friends to lovers, teasing, eating out, penetration, smut with fluff at the end.

Notes: I used to be fallenangelbb here on the Henry Cavill side of tumblr but deleted my account and have regretted it ever since. So here I am reposting my work :)

“Henry!” You squealed. He had you pinned to the ground in a wrestling match. “Get the fuck off of me, you’re so heavy!!”

The two of you had been best friends since you met on the set of Superman; you were part of the stage crew. He did really well at keeping you out of the limelight- he hated the idea of people speculating and ruining the friendship he held so dear. You loved how much he cared for you, though in the back of your mind, you wished he cared for you in a different way.

Your relationship had always been platonic. He never made any moves or flirted and neither did you. Yes, of course you wanted to, but was terrified of losing him. You weren’t going to risk it. You had been waiting on Henry to make some type of move for so long that you realized he just wasn’t going to- and that was okay. I had come to peace with it. You were just happy to have him in your life.

“You’re just a sore loser,” he laughed, grabbing a hold of your wrists to make sure you wouldn’t fight back. With both of your wrists in one of his big hands, he rested his chin in his other, showing off just how easy this was for him.

You let out a scream as you used all your force to try and move your arms, but it was no use. “Fuck you, Henry,” you groaned in defeat, rolling your eyes.

“You wish,” he mocked, eyes locked with yours, a smug smirk twisting at his lips. You felt a blush creep to your cheeks; you couldn’t even look into his eyes if you wanted to, but you noticed his smirk dropped as realization set in. “Wait- you wish?”

He was still on top of you, wrists pinned to the floor. You hadn’t taken notice to the fact that he was straddling you, but now it was all you could focus on. You nodded your head yes, unable to form any words. The hand that he was using to rest his head on found its way to your cheek.

He gently cupped your face, letting his eyes trace over each of your features- almost as if it was his first time really looking at you. As his eyes made their way to your soft lips, his thumb brushed across your bottom one, causing a breath to hitch in the back of your throat. His brows were furrowed as if he were deep in thought.

His parted lips were gravitating towards your own. You had no idea your heart could beat as fast as it was in this moment; you were sure he could hear it too. His mouth just barely brushed yours. His hot breath tickled you and the faint smell of mint flooded your nose. His hand drifted to the back of your head, tilting it so that your mouth finally pressed against his.

He kissed you so softly, like he was afraid of scaring you away. He pulled in your bottom lip, lightly sucking and sweeping his tongue against it. A groan emerged from your chest. You never believed in that ‘spark’ like in the movies; but with a shock shooting up your spine and the tips of your fingers going numb, you knew it to be true.

He took the little seconds that you moaned to caress your tongue with his own, only to make you moan more and allowing him more access. His hand around your wrists loosened and snaked its way down your right arm and to your waist. Unlike his gentle touch against your lips, his hand hungerly gripped at your waist and hips, making you even more desperate to have him as close as you could get him.

You felt a pool of arousal at your core. Instinctively, your legs wrapped around his, pulling his hips completely flush against you. He growled against your lips, the vibrations causing them to tingle. He began trailing sloppy kisses against your jaw line, nibbling slightly as he made his way to your neck. Your hands found his curls; you tangled your fingers in them, lavished by his touch.

He looked up at you, “Are you sure this is okay, (Y/N)?” The care behind his eyes made your heart melt.

“Henry, I’ve wanted this for so long,” you admitted, stroking your thumb across his cheek and bringing his lips back to yours. The hand he gripped at your waist with found its way under your shirt. He clawed at your back, fondling with your bra until he got it undone. You slipped your shirt over your head, taking the bra with it.

He made his way back down to your neck, leaving lingering kisses at the base and along your collarbone. His hand was just at your ribcage, not quite touching you where you desired. Your back arched, causing your nipples to brush against his chest. “Have patience, (Y/N),” he scolded.

It was teasing like before, but the darkness in his tone was new. You’d never heard him like this way before and it was intoxicating.

You whimpered as his touch rose higher and his lips descended. He finally flicked his tongue against your nipple, then took it into his warm mouth. You gasped as his teeth toyed with your flesh, tugging and sucking. He moved on to the other, giving it just as much affection. You could feel his bulge against your covered clit- you whimpered. “Please, Henry.”

“Someone’s a needed little girl, aren’t you?” He teased, bringing his hands around your bum and squeezing. “I’ve known you all these years and I wouldn’t have expected that.” You blushed deeply.

He began pulling down the sweats you were wearing, inch by inch, never once leaving your gaze. As a new section of skin became exposed, he kissed and nibbled at it, leaving small marks along your hips.

You felt as though you could hardly breathe as his mouth went lower and lower. He pushed your legs apart after throwing your bottoms to the side. He blew on your cunt, causing you to pant. He took a deep breath in and released an animalistic growl, “Fuck, you smell so good, darling.” You couldn’t help but blush at his words; no one had ever spoken to you like that before- you lived for it.

He let his tongue lightly trial up your slit before he wrapped his lips around your bud. You cried out, one of your hands gripping into his hair and the other on his shoulder. He tenderly sucked, hands grounding your hips to the floor so you couldn’t squirm. He traced your folds, massaging with the tip of his firm tongue before thrusting it into you. “Is this what you always wanted? Me to fuck you with my mouth?” All you could do was wail as he wasted no time before shoving his tongue back inside of you. He plunged into you at an ungodly speed- one of his hands reaching up to rub circles around your clit, sending you over the edge when he brushed against it.

Your legs began to shake, nails digging into his skin. But he released you before you could get to that oh so euphoric state. “H-Henry!” You whined, gasps leaving your pleading lips.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. “Oh, (y/n). You really think I’m going to let you cum so quickly after keeping this little secret from me?” He had a devilish smirk on his lips, your juices shining on his face.

He crawled back up to meet your face, pulling his cock out of his pants as he made his way to you; you practically drooled at the sight. He lined himself up with your entrance and without warning plunged completely into you. Your mouth hung agape, but not a sound emerged. You were stunned, the feeling of his girth stretching you being almost too much to handle.

Henry grumbled a sigh of relief as you clenched around him. He looked down at you as he huffed, “What? Am I more than you thought I would be? Too hard for your little cunt to take?” He started to move so slowly; it was agonizing. “Too fucking bad.”

He never picked up his pace, but his hips were strong. Each thrust jabbed into you, pushing against the deepest, sweetest part of you. As he continued his steady, unwieldy assault on you, he ducked his head down to take your nipple back into his mouth.

You were feeling yourself begin to teeter back on the edge of bliss. Your legs were starting to shake around his waist, eyes rolling back into your head. He grunted, head falling into the crook of your neck as he came into you. The feeling of his hot cum sending you over, walls clenching around him as he rode out both of your highs.

•••

The soft cloth was warm against you, soothing, as Henry gently cleaned you up. A hum of bliss leaving you. “Never in a million years did I think this would happen,” you admitted.

He chuckled, teasing affection lighting his eyes. “I would agree, but the thought never even crossed my mind. You were never something I even realized I could have,” he admitted. His thumb caressed your cheek. “But now that I know. Now that you’ve tasted you, had you.” You felt the heat rising to your cheeks. “I don’t know if I’d be willing to let you go. So if this was just something physical for you, please tell me now.”

You kissed him gently. “No, Henry. This is as real for me as it is for you. I’m here.”

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sgippy · 4 months

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the betrayal is a landmark in tim & hawk’s relationship and what i think is important to understand before judging hawk and the choices he made in that situation is that at it’s core, it was a sacrificial act. he didn’t only sacrifice tim and his trust, despite what it might've seemed like. he also sacrificed his own happiness, or the closest thing he knew he could’ve had to that— being with tim. he sacrificed their love because, just a little too late (as they’re already intertwined in possibly one of their most intimate, fragile moments, finally as equals, tim pressed up against him, telling him that actually, they’re going to see each other every day) he realized: they go down this path, it will blow up in their faces and hurt more, destroy much more than just the two of them.

still, he didn’t do it just to hurt tim. of course he knew it would, the decision to go forward with it was huge and the impact catastrophic, but anyone with sense will understand; a simple conversation about “not seeing each other anymore” would never have sufficed. he knew he had to take extreme measures to keep tim, who literally had to join the army to get away last time, away from him. i’m sure that in hawk’s mind there was no other option than to do something so drastic it would completely throw their worlds off their axes. it was a hasty attempt to shatter something all-consuming. to disrupt their gravitational field so completely that it would stop pulling them towards each other like it had for years.

tim is devastated when he finds out hawk reported him. who wouldn’t be? jackson, who is pivotal to their story, has now been born and in all his symbolic newborn glory he truly changes everything. in the hospital tim sees jackson for the first time and the innocence of new life, i think, helps him understand why hawk chose to do what he did. i’m not sure it allows him to forgive though. not until he meets jackson again at the cabin years later.

from that moment on hawk’s life descends into a chaos that is, atleast in his mind, a controlled one. a tame, familiar chaos. (he grew up in it, after all.) we later on find it spiraling beyond his control and he loses himself in it. this is when tim comes back around to anchor him, as he’s done from the moment they met and will keep on doing until the end and beyond that. tim is the one fixed point in hawk’s life and you understand this as you find out that even after ruining them both, he'd still kept tim close for years. hawk had gone to extreme lengths to keep tim away from himself when all along, he was the one who couldn’t let go.

#fellow travelers #i’m delirious from getting approximately 4 hours of sleep this week if i said something nonsensical no i didn’t #tim laughlin #hawkins fuller #tim x hawk #hawk x tim #hawk fuller #jackson fuller #hawk didn't love tim MY ABSOLUTE ASS!!!!!!!!!!!#some of u need to never speak on hawkins fuller ever...

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clockwayswrites · 11 months

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A Broken Sort of Normal (Start)

WC: 588 CW: (updating as the fic continues), Gen but ships may be added Danny Fenton/Wally West pre-relationship, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood, Major Injury, Minor Character Death

They were going to lose.

It's a simple, unavoidable fact and it hits Danny like one of Superman’s punches. He fumbles in his attempt to triage Barry’s leg before the limb was lost.

The man standing in the middle of the ruins of Metropolis would win. He and his army of hive mind clones would sweep across the rest of the planet. Humanity would fall.

They were going to lose.

He finishes tying off the field tourniquet, not sure how he manages, not with his hand slick with Barry’s blood. Something of his thoughts must be showing on his face because Barry reaches out and grips a weak hand around Danny’s wrist.

“Kid?”

It was still a stupid nickname. Danny hadn’t been a kid since before joined up with the Justice League as a field medic four years ago. But Danny was the same age as Wally and many of the other Teen Titans— all long grown out of that name— and so he got lumped in as ‘kid’ to the more senior heroes.

And now all these wonderful, heroic, brave people that Danny had come to be friends with were going to die. The monologue happening in the middle of the street made that much clear. No hero would be left alive; any chance of a future uprising would be snuffed out this very day.

Because they were going to lose.

Danny smiles softly at Barry and pries his hand away.

“Kid, whatever you’re thinking—” Barry could have no idea what Danny was thinking. No one could.

No one could, because no one knew what Danny could do.

Danny had played to the curse perfectly for seven years. A curse set on him in a stupid moment of one last teenage angst fueled vent. He had just wanted to be normal.

Sam and Tucker were going off to college. Danny wasn’t, not with his grades. Jazz was practically waiting for her girlfriend to propose. Danny couldn’t imagine even dating with his secrets. Jack and Maddie had a new contract with the GIW. Danny had stopped trying to reason with them.

Everyone else was moving on with their lives while Danny was stuck half dead. A freak of nature. A man out of life yet still living. A walking corpse.

He just wished he was normal.

He’d forgotten that he shouldn’t wish.

A wish is only a curse waiting to happen.

Well, he got it— his wish that was a curse. As long as Danny never used his powers in any noticeable way he would just be seen as a regular kid to the rest of the world— just plain, normal Danny Fenton. If he got caught using them even once— if he got caught being not normal, his powers would be gone, taken by the curse. Without his powers keeping his core humming happily along and sustaining his half dead body, Danny would be gone.

Danny had forgotten he shouldn’t wish.

But he did.

And suddenly, just like that, to everyone else, Danny was normal— no ghost attacks to fight, no GIW hunting him, no Team Phantom.

Sam and Tucker drifted quickly away without the team to bond them. Jazz checked in less and less— no need to worry about her little brother being shot. Jack and Maddie… well, they stopped having a reason to talk with him too. They had to prove the existence of ghosts! There was no time for… well, someone as normal as Danny.

Normal turned out not to be so great.

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AN: I got sent the the field medic prompt going around, for some reason? (there was no comment sent with it). It's a cute idea with some fun responses, but not really my jam to write. I'm not much into exploring ageless immortal, dimension hopping Danny in my own work. I have more of a weakness for exploring what makes Danny still human. And, as @mokulule pointed out: "I see you mentioning no angst XD".

(Have you all caught on yet that I like my angst?)

So of course I had to ask if I were to write field medic Danny, how would I get him there? And how would I hurt him once he was there? So I threw out all of the prompt and I bounced it around with Moku, her prodding me along with great questions and thoughts, and now here we are.

Because apparently my brain didn't want to warm up on one of my current ideas. This will be a one shot so help me-

(BTW: While in the very vaguest sense this started with a prompt, the above writing is not a prompt. This will be finished, it's 99% planned out already, just needs the writing.)

#dp x dc #abson #Danny Fenton/Wally West #quick death

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wolken-himmel · 2 years

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7k Followers Special

In which I give you a detailed recollection of tales about Grim trying to ruin your love life.

The poor cat just doesn't want to lose you... even if he won't admit that.

Request by anon.

"I don't care about (Y/n)!"

That's what Grim always yelled whenever someone commented on how close you had gotten during your many adventures. Every single time, the fire in his ears would adopt a soft pinkish hue, and his trident tail would betray him by wagging back and forth.

Grim cared about you, and he was the only one who hadn't noticed yet.

It was only when various students tried to get closer to you that he realised his platonic affection for you, his dear henchhuman. Afraid that he would not be your closest companion anymore, the naive cat monster swore to himself that he would drive away any unwanted suitor — so that the two you could remain friends forever. He had been your first friend here in Twisted Wonderland, and that had to mean something, right?

Truth be told: a part of him just didn't want to be the third wheel, but don't tell him that I said that.

The first ones that your protector had to fend off were none other than Ace and Deuce — but oh well, he didn't have to do much himself, anyway. These two idiots always fought amongst themselves instead of working together, and their fits and tantrums never ceased to ruin your day. Grim, on the other hand, was always there by your side whenever Ace and Deuce brawled on the floor. At the end of the day, the lazy cat would rest in bed beside you, not having had to do anything.

The same case applied for Jack and Sebek, who always were rather shy around you — or at least, they weren't themselves. With you nearby, Sebek never managed to produce any coherent sentences, let alone scream and yell as he always did. When you were there, Grim could do whatever he pleased, and the Diasomnia student would never scold him. Jack, too, was rather quiet around you — awkward even. Although, I have to admit that he wasn't as bad as Sebek. Interestingly enough, Jack was a sweet one, always leaving presents on your doorstep — but never revealing that these were his own doing.

And Epel, oh poor Epel. He always lost his newly gained confidence whenever your gaze crossed his. Everything that would come out of his mouth afterwards were heavily-accented curses that shook you to the core. It always was bizarre to hear such vile words coming from such a sweet face.

Again, Grim easily dealt with all of the first-years. However, ruining your love life wasn't always as easy as that.

A lot of witty students attended Night Raven College, and some of them really managed to succeed while others didn't. It was here that Grim knew that he had to step up his game.

Ruggie was a smart one — very sly and quick on his feet. And even worse, Ruggie knew that Grim was a glutton, just as he was. The cat monster's love for food was perhaps his biggest detriment, and the witty hyena used that fact against him dozens of times. The timing seemed perfect too! It was only when Grim was the hungriest that, suddenly, a glazed donut appeared on a bench. Despite the alarms going off in his head, Grim always failed to resist. And even just a few minutes of distraction gave Ruggie enough time to slip beside you and initiate a conversation — until Grim awoke from his food coma and shooed him away.

Lilia found success in a similar way... kind of. The third-year knew of the cat monster's interest in anything edible looking. After all, he had witnessed Grim devouring those strange black stones that appeared after an overblot various times. So, Lilia tried to concoct something delicious that would distract the gluttonous cat monster — oh, the food would make him fall out of his chair. However, it wasn't out of delight. No, the first time that Grim bit into the cake suspiciously placed onto his table at the cafeteria, he lost consciousness for a few seconds. And when he woke up, he would try to cough up the remainder of the vile frosting that had just touched his tongue — only to find out that a small third-year sat in his chair, chatting about the newest cake recipes with you.

Yes, Grim definitely preferred Ruggie's delicious donuts over Lilia literally trying to poison him.

Another student that I thought would pursue the same tactic was Trey. However, Trey didn't use his delicious baking skills to get ahead in the race — no, he instead relied on his flawless reputation as a kind and helpful upperclassman. You and your friends had gotten yourselves into countless of mishaps and dilemmas, and Trey would offer help every single time. Even worse, you always accepted his help without a second thought, and Grim despised your trust in him strongly. The cat always tried to convince you of Trey's darker intentions, but you never believed him — maybe because Grim didn't believe his own advice, anyway. Trey was just too nice...

Another person that tried to kill you with kindness was good old Kalim. He once literally almost drowned you in a heap of presents, but luckily, Grim jumped to your rescue and pulled you out of the mountain of presents by your neck. Kalim apologised profusely afterwards when you landed in the infirmary for a minor concussion after one of the boxes had hit your head at a bad angle. Of course, no one could be angry at him, and you forgave him immediately. And even Grim couldn't convince you to hold a grudge against Kalim.

However, he knew that there was something off about Jamil; that poor boy was troubled right from the start, which shouldn't be a strange thing in an academy for villains. Sadly, Jamil's troubles backfired on Grim when you offered to help with daily errands. You admired the Scarabia vice dorm leader's hard work and tireless energy, although there were times when you noticed the bag under his eyes and the dullness of his eyes. Seeing your friend like that awoke your parental instincts, and no one could stop you in that state — not even a whining cat baby.

Vil also often pulled you aside to fix your hair and clothes, especially to remove all the cat hair that often stuck to your blazer. And what Grim despised especially was the shampoo that Vil gave to you, insisting that you try it out. Somehow, Grim was allergic to something inside that shampoo — and he was sure that Vil must have done this intentionally! Luckily, Grim was able to convince you to stop using the shampoo, for his wellbeing.

Despite the many defeats that Grim had to suffer through, he also experienced quite many successes too, starting from the aforementioned incidents with the first-years. Luckily for him, a few of the students were rather awkward around you — such as Riddle. The usually so strict and frightening dorm leader became unusually quiet when you came to visit Ace and Deuce. These two loved your visits since your presence as an outsider always lessened the intensity of Riddle's punishments. Much to Riddle's dismay, he never could really get closer to you because of his position of superiority when it came to your two best friends, Ace and Deuce.

Another student who had it even worse than Riddle was Idia, who didn't dare to dream up what a personal meeting with you could be like. The two of you had never exchanged a word, safe for that one time you asked him how Ortho was. Talking about Ortho, not even he could fix his brother's reluctance when it came to talking to you. Idia preferred to watch you over his monitors. Sadly, there was an inherent fear of messing up that prevented Idia from approaching you, asking a casual 'wassup' before continuing on his merry way.

And that's why the Ignihyde dorm leader envied a certain extroverted Heartslabyul student so much. Cater always had been talented at chatting people up, making him perhaps one of the biggest threats in Grim's eyes. Cater was such a master at conversation that Grim wasn't able to keep up most of the time: one second, the third-year was asking you about your alchemy exams, the other he had already managed to make you agree to a study date. By then, that one brain cell in the cat's mind hadn't even finished comprehending that Cater had already posted a selfie with the three of you.

And let's not forget about Rook, who was a champion at talking, too. Although he was much more of a shady character than carefree and trustworthy Cater. Also, he was something of a sly fox. Just looking away one second during an uneventful walk through the woods could cause you to disappear, whisked away by a certain hunter. And it wasn't as if you minded the eccentric blond and his antics — no, you found him funny somehow? But... if Grim were to insist more on the watchful eyes that haunted you at night, you would probably listen to him.

But the school was full of dangerous individuals like that. And sadly for Grim, there were three of these that always banded together to torture him. These were none other than the infamous Azul, Jade, and Floyd — the combination of names never failing to instill fear into the hearts of many students. Grim, too, would almost always faint whenever Floyd managed to snatch him away from you during an inconspicuous walk. Azul would order Floyd to squeeze him as tightly as if he were wringing a lemon for the last drop of juice. And every time you would voice your concern about Grim's wellbeing, Jade would assure you that it was just one of Floyd's friendly hugs. At the end, Grim would have to witness as Azul invited you to a free dinner at the Mostro Lounge.

Another dangerous predator that roamed school grounds was a certain lion beastman, only that he didn't do much roaming and instead preferred to nap beneath a shady tree. Leona was a strange case in Grim's book... because this time, you were the one who liked to seek him out most of the times. You were strangely fascinated by his uncaring attitude and thus liked to bother him. Leona never shooed you away though, unless you were particularly bothersome that day, and sometimes even let you play with his ears. The sight always made Grim hiss and growl at you, wanting to be the one whose ears were being played with.

Someone else who enjoyed sleeping in your presence was... drumroll — Silver! This one was especially bad in Grim's eyes with how smart he played his tactics with you. This sly boy would, whenever he sat next to you coincidentally or not, fall asleep in just a few seconds of having sat down. The worst of all was that, no matter how much Grim pawed at his sleeve and tried to wake him up, Silver wouldn't budge until you had to get up and leave. 'Oh, he's so adorable asleep!' you would squeal with his head on your shoulder. And every time, Grim would frown and wish that it was him you said this about.

But! Silver was nothing compared to Malleus, the worst of the worst — the epitome of Grim's biggest fear. Malleus, that smart bugger, only appeared at night when Grim was too tired to focus his whole attention on ruining your love life. Well, you have to give him credit. And in that moment of weakness (his second worst fatal flaw aside from his gluttony), Malleus would appear in your front yard and lure you out with those green fire flies, as Grim always complained. And he would be left behind, asleep and helpless to protect you from the fae's mischief.

Well, in reality, it never really was any mischief. Malleus simply appeared for a few minutes and spewed a few words of wisdom before disappearing again. Similar to this case, perhaps Grim misinterpreted a lot of the boys' affection towards you, or perhaps you simply were too oblivious? It didn't matter which was the truth, Grim still didn't want to lose you, as he had to admit eventually.

"(Y/n)?" Grim called out when he felt fingers running through his fur. The drowsiness in his eyes was soon replaced by confusion as he sat up. "Why are you still here? Shouldn't you be with that tall horned dude out there?" Then he briefly paused and crossed his arms. "Not that I care!"

A smile grew on your lips at his defensiveness. "Well, you had a nightmare, so I stayed in here," you explained softly, even laughing when he brightened up noticeably. "I'm sure Malleus will manage on his own for tonight."

"Yeah! Exactly right!" Grim jumped up and threw himself at you. "You care about me more than the others," he muttered quietly while sliding down into your lap, satisfied.

The last echoes of your chuckles faded away into the silence of the night. The two of you spent a moment in silence, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore and broke the peace by whispering, "Thank you, Grim."

"What for?" He perked up in confusion to look up at you with big, adorable eyes.

The smile on your lips returned upon seeing him tilt his head to the side cutely. Your heart squeezed happily when he extended his left paw to nudge your arm. You opened your mouth, but you couldn't formulate all the thoughts rushing to you all at once. It was a storm of contentedness and serenity that befell you, overwhelming you.

"I'm happy you're here with me. I'm happy that you care for me," you explained after a while of silence.

The cat's eyes grew larger at your words, and he seemed genuinely surprised yet delighted upon comprehending what you had just said. Then, suddenly, his smile turned into a scowl, and he pushed you away from him. "Ew, I don't care for you! What made you think that?" he howled loudly and crossed his arms.

Amused, you dragged your fingers across his head, which quickly got him to calm down again. "The constant growling whenever any other student is around us, the way you tried to attack Floyd the other day..."

"Okay..." Grim admitted, pouting. "Maybe I do care a little bit..."

"That's alright, Grim. I love you, too."

Grim nuzzled into your hand happily. "More than the other boys, right?"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #disney twisted wonderland #reader insert #y/n #twisted wonderland grim #twst grim #jack howl #malleus draconia #lilia vanrouge #ruggie bucchi #trey clover #cater diamond #gender neutral reader

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thefiery-phoenix · 14 days

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CONSEQUENCES (YANDERE HANGYUL BAEK X READER X YANDERE EUGENE)

Two psychopaths in the entire series lol, far worse than serial killers

You felt like you were going insane and losing your mind trapped with Hangyul and Eugene, you despised them for stealing you from your life and your family. You regretted the day you ever met them and if you could change the time and course of your actions, you'd do that but unfortunately, the time and tide doesn't wait for anyone. You hated the way how Eugene and Hangyul coordinated with each other and found out everything about you and even had Eugene's brother Yuseong spy on you and give them daily updates on what happened in your life. By the time you found out about the secret cameras they installed in your room and in your own house, you felt sick to the core. You felt like screaming and slapping them across the face for doing something that repulsive to you. You knew it would be a stupid idea to contact the police, you knew what these psychopaths were capable of and the last thing you needed was for them to ruin your life further. Even though you found out what Hangyul Baek did in his hospital and found out about his secret of trapping people in cells where they never saw the light of day again, sometimes you felt like that would be a far better option than having to endure Eugene and Hangyul on a daily basis

You got down from the bed and walked into the living room, the dim lights and opulent furniture along with the beige walls and the carpets would have given you a homely feeling and looked aesthetically pleasing to the eye since you remembered saving tons of pins like this on your Pinterest boards, you had no idea how far these lunatics would go and they actually ended up furnishing the living room to your liking. You'd honestly be flattered if you weren't kidnapped and if you didn't feel like a freaking hostage. You looked around the room cautiously trying to detect any movement as you heaved a soft sigh of relief to yourself. Those lunatics weren't around, perhaps you could try leaving. You mapped out an escape route for yourself, the door was a bad idea since it had a digital lock that could only be opened from the outside and no doubt they both used some kind of high tech level security to prevent you from opening the door. The window was a no go for you as well since they were smart enough to have iron bars on the windows. But the balcony was a good shot, you knew there was a ledge down the balcony and if you could just manage to get down to the ledge and be a bit careful in climbing the pipeline to the ground, you'd be able to escape! You felt an adrenaline rush course through your veins as you felt a surge of excitement, something you hadn't felt in since a long time and you rushed to the balcony door and tried to open it but no avail. You grumbled under your breath and looked around for a way to break open the balcony door, unaware of the secret cameras that were watching your every move and action. The walls did indeed have eyes and ears

"How adorable, she's trying to escape'' said Hangyul as he chuckled and showed the footage of you trying to open the balcony door on his laptop to Eugene who had an amused smirk plastered across his face. The both of them shared the same look of malice glinting in their eyes and the way they had a sadistic smirk on their faces as they watched you trying to open the balcony door of fruitlessly. "What a naive little thing she is...she doesn't know we're watching her every move. But I'm rather hurt you know, we did so much for her and yet she feels like running away like the naughty little girl she is'' said Eugene as he sighed and had an expression of mock sadness on his face. "You don't actually think she'll leave...do you?" asked Hangyul as he looked at Eugene with a stoic look on his face. Eugene simply chuckled and shook his head. "You have the habit of worrying too much...but she won't. We won't allow that to happen... and our little sweetheart needs to know about the consequences of her actions as well'' said Eugene as his smile disappeared and a dark look crossed his face. Hangyul's expression darkened as he narrowed his eyes at the mere thought of you escaping from them, a thought both of them never wanted to entertain. Now that the very thought of you wanting to leave them was forming in your head, they had to squash it and nip it in the bud before it would get too out of hand. "Let's give our little sweetheart a surprise visit'' winked Hangyul as Eugene let out an amused chuckle as the both of them were on their way back to the residence where you lived with them

Meanwhile you were still trying to find something to break open the balcony door with so you could escape. After a few moments of fumbling around, you finally managed to get the balcony's sliding door open as you heaved a sigh of relief and you peered downwards to see if it would be safe for you to jump. It wasn't too steep but wasn't exactly too close either, you could manage, you just had to be careful. The last thing you needed was for you to end up with a broken ankle or some broken bones which would prevent you from escaping from these psychopaths who held you hostage for so long that you lost your sense of time. You entered the balcony area and as soon as you got ready to jump, you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you back inside as another hand closed the balcony door shut again and you felt the hope die inside you. You were so close, yet so hopelessly far away from your freedom. You looked at Eugene and Hangyul with a resentful expression on your face as they both stared back at you with cold and stern expressions, their usual smirks long gone

"Why would you attempt to do such a foolish thing, my dear?' asked Eugene, his voice was soft yet his tone and the look on his face indicated that he wasn't playing games with you at the moment. "You're quite the foolish little thing you know...you could have gotten hurt. We're supposed to take care of you and love you and this is what you do. You need some disciplining sweetheart'' said Hangyul as he stared at you with his soul piercing stare which sent shivers and chills down your spine. The fact that they weren't smiling anymore indicated that they were really pissed off and you felt a cold sense of dread settle inside you. "I...I wanted some fresh air'' you mumbled lamely as you fidgeted nervously. You mentally cursed yourself for uttering such a silly excuse, you felt like you should have come up with something better but the severity of the situation didn't ease your nerves

"Tsk tsk...sweetheart, you know I hate liars'' said Eugene as he narrowed his eyes at you and he lifted your chin with his index finger to make you look at his cold stern gaze which didn't calm your nerves any. "You know...we do so much for you and yet you behave like a little brat. You need to be punished. You need to learn that there are consequences for your actions sweetheart'' said Hangyul as a sickly smile was plastered across his face which made the bile rise to your throat. "Wh...what do you mean?" you asked them as your heart raced madly and hammered wildly out of pure fear from their words. You felt your blood run cold, this was the first time you've known fear as you stood in front of two monsters who were very much capable of making people's lives hell. "Don't fret for now, naive darling...just rest. Everything will be clear soon'' cooed Eugene as you felt a prick in your neck and you could feel your vision and consciousness reducing. The last thing you remembered was them kissing your cheek before you managed to fully black out in their arms

You woke up a few hours later and you instantly knew they'd injected some kind of sedative to make you feel drowsy and weak. You could still feel the after effects which made you groggy but you were still able to decipher and comprehend what was going on around you and needless to say, you were not liking the situation one bit. "Ah...how wonderful, you're awake my dear...now, we know you might have been feeling a bit lonely and bored, which is why we'll play a nice game. A fun one which we think you might enjoy'' said Hangyul with a smile on his face, that didn't match the sadistic gleam shining in his eyes. "What do you mean?" you asked hesitantly as you looked at them with fear in your eyes. They both loved the way your pretty soft lips quivered in fright from the mere sight of them, it gave them such a rush of power as they found it rather endearing and adorable

They led you to the living room and made you sit in between them on the couch as they switched on the TV and 3 of your best friends were in a white room, blindfolded and gagged and tied up as your eyes widened in horror. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!? LET THEM GO!" you screeched on top of your lungs as you glared at both of them. "You look so adorable when you try to be intimidating my dear, but you need to understand that your actions have consequences...'' cooed Hangyul as he had a sickly grin on his face and stroked your hair gently. "You know...I've always despised your pathetic little friends. They're like flies you know...but I don't really blame them for wanting to be around you, your personality is sweeter than honey...of course, we aren't really THAT heartless either, my dear...'' said Eugene as he smirked at you. "We'll give you a choice, since we're feeling...merciful at the moment. We simply cannot stand seeing you so upset...'' whispered Hangyul as his lips teasingly brushed against the nape of your neck

"What choice?" you asked as you raised a brow apprehensively. You REALLY did NOT like where this was going. "A choice for you to save one of those annoying little pathetic friends of yours. Which friend is more dear to you? Which friend would you be willing to save to be able to sacrifice the other two insignificant little pests'' asked Eugene as his smirk widened when he saw you squirm and look uncomfortable at the situation. They both loved it when you started squirming and felt pleased that they had such an effect on you. "Are you both insane? I won't choose between my friends! Please, let them go! They have families, they have their lives to live for! I'm the one who should be punished, I'll accept whatever punishment you give me but leave them alone'' you pleaded with a desperate expression on your face. "How endearing, you have such a noble heart...'' laughed Hangyul as his tone was laced with slight mockery and amusement. "How noble indeed but no, my dear. They've also had the audacity to get close to you and look at you and be with you...time's running out my dear. Choose before we choose for you. Tick...tock...'' said Eugene as he held your hand in his while you stared at the TV screen in front of you with tears streaming down your face, the fates of your dear friends lives resting in your hands

"Please don't do this...please...I'm begging you'' you whispered as you sniffed and more tears ran down your face. "You need to learn your lesson my dear. Now choose'' said Eugene with a slightly stern voice as you shook your head. "Not to worry then, we'll pick for you'' spoke Hangyul as he pulled out a remote and pressed the number 3 on it. The room in which your friends were trapped in glowed red as the number 3 was visible on the wall. A few men with masks grabbed one of your friends and twisted your friend's neck and you could literally hear the sound of their bones snapping before they fell down to the ground limp and lifeless. "NO!" you screamed as you flailed around and tried to escape from their strong grasp but no avail. "Please let them go! Please...'' you pleaded as your tears continued to flow. "Awww...darling don't cry...this is for your own good you know'' whispered Hangyul as he kissed your tears away and Eugene caressed your other cheek with his cold fingers in a nimble manner

Eugene pressed another button on the remote as the room glowed 1 and you could see the men in the masks drag your other friend and they pulled out sharp knives and stabbed your friend till the ground was covered in a crimson pool of your dead friend's blood while you watched on with horror, angry at yourself for being so pathetic that you couldn't save your friends from their deaths. "You...you said you'd spare one at least. Please just spare the last'' you pleaded weakly, hoping against hope that they'd concede and give in. "Hm...let us think about it for a moment'' mumbled Hangyul as he tapped his chin playfully as Eugene spoke "I don't think they really deserve it though...would you like to do the honor?" asked Eugene as he handed the remote to Hangyul. You tried to snatch the remote from his hand as Eugene restrained you by pulling you onto his lap and caged your body with his arms while you struggled to free yourself from him. The button was pressed and the last of your friends fell down to the ground lifeless and dead as a single bullet to the forehead painted the ground of that room with the spilled blood of your dear friends

You sat there still and motionless as you just witnessed the deaths of your dearest friends and hated that you were powerless to stop it from happening as silent tears streamed down your cheeks and you trembled slightly. "We would never hurt you my love...I hope you've understood your lesson now and the consequences of your actions...'' whispered Eugene as they both kissed your cheeks, sealing your fate to be with them forever....

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peachyspaceslvt · 1 year

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The Blood That Spills Over

Tangerine x f!reader

cross-posted on ao3

summary: You see the way he looks at the gnarled skin on his neck in the mirror. It’s a reminder of his own mortality. The fragility of life and how quickly it can be ripped away. He’s angry at himself, for almost dying. Almost leaving you.

You never touched it, you avoided even looking at it because it was a reminder for you too. A reminder that you nearly lost him.

word count: 3.5k

warnings: canon-typical violence, blood, injury, smut (minors DNI), no use of y/n, p in v sex, oral (m receiving), unprotected sex, dirty talk, blood kink sorta??

a/n: I woke up wanting to write some angst about Tangerine getting shot/having a scar and it evolved into this. I hope you enjoy the absolute filth it turned into.

You had never felt fear as paralyzing and heart-wrenching as you had when you thought you were going to lose Tangerine. You had never seen blood pour out of a person the way that it had from him that day. The crimson liquid stained your skin and clothes as it cascaded through your fingers in your attempts to stop it. The desperate pleas falling from your lips were drowned out by the violent thundering of your own heartbeat, racing with adrenaline.

And by some fucking miracle, by the grace of whatever omnipotent power may have resided above you, he survived, the bullet narrowly missing a major artery.

That was three months ago now but the events of that day still hang over you both like a heavy, suffocating blanket. Tangerine wakes you up in the nights screaming and thrashing, plagued by nightmares. You don’t tell him, but so are you. Images of the blood welling up between your fingers, washing over you both. Lemon has to drag you away from Tangerine’s body.

No, you don’t tell him. You see the way he looks at the gnarled skin on his neck in the mirror. It’s a reminder of his own mortality. The fragility of life and how quickly it can be ripped away. He’s angry at himself, for almost dying. Almost leaving you.

Sometimes he wonders if that’s what kept him here. The thought of leaving you alone being some sort of fucked up saving grace. He remembers what an absolute vision you were when he finally came to after it happened. Haloed in light, clinging to him like you were terrified to let go.

His fingers brush over the angry-looking scar. You never touched it, you avoided even looking at it because it was a reminder for you too. A reminder that you nearly lost him.

You had never felt a love that consumed you the way that your love for Tangerine did. It was intense and it terrified you down to the bone. When he fucked you it felt like something akin to what you imagine experiencing religious ecstasy must be like. It made you feel truly depraved, he had ruined you and you knew in his twisted mind that he got off on knowing no one could hold a candle to how brightly you burned for him.

And although you hadn’t lost him, the possibility of it had rattled you down to your very core.

The two of you have attempted to regain some normalcy back in your lives. If you could have even called it that before anyway. You return to a regular office job, as if your for-hire assassin lover didn’t nearly die right before you on a blundered, set-up mission merely months ago. You come home, make dinner, pretend to be content with the domesticity of it all.

The most fucked up part of it all was that despite everything, Tangerine was itching to go back to work with Lemon again. Who were you to stop him? He’d been this way before you, before getting shot in the fucking neck, if that didn’t change him what would? He promised he’d take low-risk jobs, and do everything in his power to be safe and careful. You trusted him, and you trusted Lemon. They looked out for each other. You know Lemon took almost losing Tangerine harder than you did, even if he didn’t show it. He would keep him safe.

So, you let him.

Right now you’re sitting in your tiny living room, busying yourself the best you can. Tangerine left for a job two days ago. So here you are waiting, helplessly, doing your best to keep yourself from worrying. The sun is low in the sky, bathing your apartment in golden hues. Music hums rhythmically in the background as you tap away on your laptop. You’ve distracted yourself so well, in fact, that you don’t even hear the rattling of keys unlocking the front door or Tangerine’s heavy footsteps through the foyer.

“Hello, darling.” You jump at the sound of his voice and turn to look at him.

There’s a rather nasty gash on his cheek and his lip is busted. He’s holding his arm with one hand, the other holding a ratty duffel bag. His hair looks as if he poorly attempted to fix it right before coming inside. He’s breathing heavily and he looks exhausted.

“Tan.. what the fuck!” You’re on your feet in an instant, taking the bag and tossing it aside, and grabbing at his face to assess him. “Are you okay? Jesus Christ.”

“Yes, love. I’m okay, I’m fine.” He leans into your touch, body looming over you as he relaxes. His free hand snakes around your waist.

“You’re bleeding!” You notice as you lean back to observe him again. There’s blood running down the arm he’s holding, running between his fingers.

“Just got clipped, I’m alright. I promise.” The hand at your waist travels up to cup your face and his thumb rubs over your cheek to assure you. “Didn’t have time to clean myself up, didn’t want to waste a second getting back to you.”

“Fuck okay, I’ll be right back.” You take his hand and lead him to the kitchen and urge him to take a seat at the bar. You nearly run to the bathroom, gathering up a first aid kit and quickly returning to his side.

“You don’t have to do this, really darling,” he says quietly as you wet a cloth with some antiseptic.

“Shut up, let me take care of you, okay?” You whisper, dabbing his cheek with the cloth. “You said you’d be careful.” The words come out more pleading than you intended, but seeing him hurt again was so frightening.

“This was me being careful. You should see the other fuckin’ guy,” he grunts out as you clean his lip. Normally, he would hate being babied like this, but he knew this was your love language. And honestly, the thought of not coming home to you made him cherish the gesture even more.

“I probably don’t want to,” you laugh.

“No, probably not. He’s dead, I’ll tell ya that.”

“Good.” You find a sick satisfaction in knowing Tangerine is willing to kill to stay by your side, that he’d kill for you.

“Not gonna let some bastard take me away from you, sweetheart.” He turns his head and kisses the hand you’re using to apply ointment to his cuts.

“But you almost did,” you murmur, pulling your hand away. “You almost did and you still keep going back.”

He doesn’t reply, merely fixing you with a look that says I’m sorry, but don’t do this.

You start unbuttoning his shirt so you can clean the wound on his arm but he swats your hands away gently, telling you he can do it himself.

“I don’t think it's deep enough to need stitches,” you say, gently wrapping a bandage around his arm once you deem the wound clean enough.

“Told you it wasn’t so bad,” he says without looking up. You reach for him and run a hand through his tousled curls, the other coming up to touch his cheek. He leans into your palm, humming as he closes his eyes.

“Tell me how you did it,” you whisper softly.

He furrows his brow and looks up at you.

“Did what?”

“How you killed him.”

“Do ya really wanna know that, love?” He questions, his blue eyes burning into your own.

You think about the alternative and decide that yes, you do want to know, and nod.

“Nearly turned his face to a pulp with my knuckle dusters. Thought about stompin’ his bloody brains out but I didn’t wanna get it on my shoes.” A smile tugs at his lips as he says the last part. “So, I unloaded the entire fuckin’ gun into his face.”

You trail your hands down from his face, your fingers gliding against his skin, pausing briefly when you reach his neck. Tangerine’s breath hitches, watching you beneath his long lashes.

“I woulda fuckin’ tore him to pieces if it meant I got to come back to you alive,” he mutters darkly.

His words stir something within you and your hand slips to his neck, feeling the rippled skin of his scar. It’s the first time you’ve touched it. It sends a shiver through you both and his hand flies up to your face, fingers wrapping around the base of your skull as his palm cradles your jaw. You feel something damp against your cheek and realize he’s gripping you with the same hand he was holding his arm with earlier, the blood still wet and smearing over your skin.

Tangerine jerks his hand back when he notices.

“M’sorry, love,” he apologizes and reaches for the cloth but you stop him. His eyes meet yours and the sight of you causes desire to surge through his veins. You’re staring at him, your pupils blown and eyes brimming with lust. The sight of his own blood smudged across your face sparks a new level of devotion within him.

His lips find yours in an instant, swallowing you up into a searing kiss that sucks the air straight out of your lungs. You’re crawling into his lap, hands clinging to his bare shoulders in an attempt to steady yourself, and his large hands rest on either side of your waist.

“Christ, you like that?” he breathes as he breaks the kiss. “You’re fuckin’ sick, darling.”

“You made me this way,” You pant, kissing your way down his jawline. You place an open-mouthed kiss at the base of his jaw before tracing your tongue along his scar. Tangerine is unable to bite back the moan it draws out of him, the sound driving you to nip at the distorted flesh. He liked it.

It rouses something primal inside of you, the feeling of taking back the thing that almost took him from you and using it to bring pleasure to him. Tangerine shudders as you kiss and suck around the scar. For so long you avoided it, couldn’t even bear to look at it - seeing it only as a reminder of sorrow. Now though, you realize it doesn’t signify a painful memory, no, it’s a reminder that he fucking lived.

His grip on your hips becomes bruising, pulling you down to meet his growing erection. You release his neck from your teeth and pull back, sliding off of his lap and out of his grip. He’s leaning back in the chair, shirtless and chest heaving, you feel like you’ll go mad if you look at him any longer so your gaze travels down to his trousers. You can see his cock straining against the fabric, your hands going straight to his belt. His own hands reach for the hem of your shirt, sliding the fabric up and forcing you to stop toying with his belt to pull your shirt over your head. While you’re ridding yourself of the garment, you hear the clink of his belt hitting the ground and look to see that he’s already removed and tossed it aside. His lips curl into a smirk when he notices that you were already without a bra.

You move back over to him, tucking your hand beneath the elastic of his underwear to free his cock, gliding your hand along the warm, velvety skin. He reaches for your chest, running his hand from your collarbone to the swell of your breast, ghosting over your nipple and leaving a faint trail of crimson down your skin. His eyes flicker from yours to the near-dried blood painting your torso, hunger and arousal brewing up inside of him.

You give his length a few slow pumps and then drop to your knees, looking up at him through your lashes as you start to press tender kisses along his shaft.

Tangerine watches you, his lips parted and cheeks flushed pink as he gazes down at you, the final shred of sunlight painting an orange glow around him. He’s the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen and all you want to do is worship him.

So, you finally take his cock into your mouth and swirl your tongue around the swollen head. Tangerine grunts, it’s deep and guttural, his hips bucking slightly. You feel him pressing against your throat, fighting back your reflexes at the intrusion. His large hand comes forward to thread his fingers through your hair.

“You look so pretty like this,” he rasps, “choking on my cock.” You reach one hand up to grasp his thigh, the other wrapping around his length as you release him with a ‘pop’.

You lick a stripe along the underside of his cock, feeling the veins with your tongue and using your hand to stroke him. The sound is wet and obscene and drives him to tighten his grip on your hair. Then, you swallow him up again, hollowing your cheeks as you bob your head down to take him deeper. You take a deep breath through your nose, more saliva leaking down your chin with every drag of his dick. He twitches in your mouth and you hum in response, feeling your own arousal pooling in your underwear.

“Fuckin hell I’m gonna cum if you keep doin’ that,” Tangerine breathes out shakily and pulls you off of him. “I’m savin’ that for you sweetheart.”

With his hand still tangled in your hair, he pulls you up to him and captures your lips again with his in a sloppy, hungry kiss. His tongue is pressing into your mouth and you meet it with yours. His mustache tickles as he kisses you, the bristly hairs almost becoming abrasive. His big hands are gripping your face and you feel him nip at your bottom lip, dragging his teeth along the pillowy skin.

The way that he kisses you leaves your head swimming, and your heart fluttering in your chest. It’s divine and delicious.

He pulls away, drinking in the sight of your flushed skin and swollen lips. In a flash, he’s on his feet, using his body to pivot you both around and back you up against the kitchen island.

“You really thought I wouldn’t do everything in my power to come back home to this?” He asks as his hand ghosts over your clothed cunt. You gasp when his palm presses against your clit, feeling the way he pauses there for a moment. Your hips grind forward in search of friction and he pulls his hand away to slide your pants and underwear down your legs.

You toss the garments aside and haul yourself up on the counter, grabbing at Tangerine’s face to pull him back to your mouth. He slots himself between your legs and you feel him run his fingers between your slick folds, collecting your juices and reaching down to his cock. His head prods against you, sliding up over your clit and causing you to shudder.

“I’d kill a thousand men if it meant I got to come home and bury myself in this perfect cunt,” he grunts as he presses forward, the head of his cock sliding into you.

You throw your head back as he fills you, leaning back onto your hands as he buries himself to the hilt before slowly pulling back out to the tip.

“Fuck, Tangerine,” you whine his name as he rolls his hips into you again. His jaw is set tight as he watches himself disappear inside of you, the slick sounds echoing through your kitchen.

You push yourself up off of your hands and wrap your arms around him, pressing your body into his. Your legs come up to tangle around his backside and his hands are gripping your waist so hard you’re sure you’ll have bruises in the morning. You don’t care, all you can think about is him and how fucking good his cock feels rutting into you.

You turn your attention to his neck, biting the skin of his scar and you hear him growl - hips picking up an even faster pace. His hand reaches between you, coming up to wrap around your throat and he pushes you back, your back meeting the cold marble of the countertop.

“Never gonna leave you, darling,” he moans, his grip on your throat tightening. Tears prick at your eyes, the lack of air dizzying. “You know that, right? Ain’t no one else gonna make you feel this good.”

“No one, no one,” you sputter out, his grasp loosening.

You’re crying, salty tears streaming down your cheeks and coating your lips. Fucking sobbing because it feels so good and because you can’t imagine never getting to feel this good again. Never getting to hold him in your arms again, never feeling so full of him or the way his cock presses against your walls as it drags deliciously in and out of you.

He rocks forward, pressing his chest to yours as he folds himself over you. You’re gripping his forearm so hard you fear you may break the skin

“Fucking,” you rasp, “fucking love you, so much. Don’t ever wanna lose you, lose this.”

You feel a low rumble in his chest as he fucks into you fervently. His fingers find your clit, swollen and begging for attention. The pressure in your abdomen is building, your body spasming under his touch.

“Let me see how good I make you feel,” he croaks. “Lemme watch you cum.”

The sensation of his cock filling you, the veiny length rubbing against your sensitive walls, and his fingers tightly circling your clit send your orgasm rippling through you. Your cunt spasms, squeezing and clenching around his cock. You’re sinking your teeth into his shoulder to stifle your moans, the pain causing his hips to stutter, his cock jerking inside you.

Suddenly he’s hauling you up off of the counter, pulling his cock out of you in order to turn you around. A strong hand on your back shoves you forward, bending you over and pressing your front against the countertop.

“So good for me,” he growls, licking the shell of your ear as he rocks his hips into you once more. He’s chasing his own orgasm at a merciless rhythm. The new angle has his cock slamming into your g-spot, another climax beginning to creep up on you.

Your second orgasm hits you violently, your legs threatening to collapse as pleasure surges through you in waves. Your cunt clamping down on his cock has his orgasm washing over him as well. He rolls his hips into you one final time, buried to the base of his cock, pressing deep inside of you. You feel the pulse of his cock as spurts of cum coat your walls. His teeth sink into your neck as he rides out his climax, his breath fanning over your skin when he lets go.

“Tangerine,” you whisper his name as he lays still above you, his weight pressing you to the surface below.

“Mmm?” He stirs, kissing your neck and the marks he left behind. He pulls his softening cock out of you, lifting himself off the island.

“Think I need a shower,” you sigh, still feeling the post-orgasm euphoria.

“Me and you both, love,” he laughs. “Fuckin’ got my blood smeared all over ya, nasty little thing.”

“Fuck off, you liked it too, you absolute freak.” You shoot him a glare over your shoulder as you push yourself up. He helps you off of the counter, letting you steady yourself before pulling his pants back up and handing you your shirt.

“Be nice to me, might just have ya again in the shower,” he mumbles lowly in your ear.

“I was supposed to be taking care of you,” you remind him.

“I think fuckin’ me is taking plenty good care of me, darling.” You look up at him, his mustache curling up as he smirks down at you.

“Ya know, I meant what I said,” Tangerine says suddenly as you’re massaging shampoo into his scalp.

“What was that?” You pause.

“That I wasn’t ever gonna leave ya,” he tilts his head back, relaxing against your body. You’d managed to convince him to take a bath instead of a shower. You place a kiss to his temple and he releases a breath he didn’t realize he was holding.

“I know,” you smile. And you mean it.

Something shifts in you both. Tangerine’s nightmares grow less frequent with each day, and you find that you’re no longer haunted by the images of him from that day. You worry less when he’s off with Lemon, knowing he’d claw his way out of hell to get back to you if he had to. That he’d spill the blood of a hundred thousand men to get to you. This is your twisted pleasure, knowing the lengths he’d go to in order to remain by your side.

He knows this, of course. You had wanted all of him, the darkest, sickest parts, and he had given them to you. Raw and tarnished, turning your entire perception of love up on its head. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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loving-azerath · 6 months

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omg imagine a konig that cums so much a condom doesnt work😍🤞

No okay because listen, this man...

CW: Degrading, mean Konig, orgasm delay

You were teasing him for far too long. All day you had been showing off that little outfit you knew he would like. Talking to everyone at the store, the park, even the fucking gas station.

You were all smiles and giggles knowing watching you like this drove him fucking nuts. So not only did you tease him all day with this. Then as soon as you got home and he presses you against the wall, and kissing your shoulders and neck he's going to whisper in your ear.

"You know what you were doing to me all day?" He's going to ask, pressing his hard and I mean hard dick against the cleft of your ass. You would probably say something cheeky. I mean come on if you are with König you are going to be cheeky because this man loves it.

He would kiss your neck and your shoulder and make you shutter with threats to make you feel what he has felt all day. Teased. Begging for release.

He would still prep you, he had to if he didn't want to hurt you, though it was different this time. He would shove his fingers in your mouth, far back in your mouth too almost making you gag. Your eyes tearing as soon as you actually do gag. He would chuckle.

"Cannot even handle my fingers Liebling?" He would say before removing them. Plunging them with very little warning into your core. Laughing even as you react to it. The small gasp that escapes the way your jolt against him. "You enjoy teasing me? Did you?"

You would not because riling him up was fun. Which would make it worse for you but you didn't care. His fingers do their job, moving in and out of you with noises that worsen as he continues. Only when you were on the verge of bliss did he remove the fingers. Making you whine in response.

"Oh did you think I would let you come so easily schatz? Nein, you teased me. All day. All fucking day. So you, mein engel are going to come when I want you to. "

Fuck did those words make your head spin. He wasn't lying either. He spent two hours teasing you. Edging you. Bringing you to the edge of your cliff and then yanking you away like he was afraid for your life. You were a mess. Begging and pleading and apologizing for teasing. Each one was meant with laughter or a snide remark. Reminding you that you had done this to yourself.

Though he was losing his mind. He was edging himself too. Every time he had to pull himself from you he was ruining his own pleasure but watching yours was so worth it. He was aching. In literal pain from the denial and couldn't take it anymore. Grabbing the third condom for the night. The others he had ripped off to either feel you, or had ripped from how hard he was going. He even shuttered and whimpered as he placed it over himself. Sensitive to every single roll and he almost came just from that. Hours of both of you being edged leaving your skin electric and buzzing all over. Every touch much more torturous.

"I can't wait anymore" He basically growls, re-aligning himself with your core. As if it is the first time he whimpers as he enters. Sheathing himself to the base. You were griding against him as soon as his pelvis meant yours. He tries to hold your hips still. His breath hitching. "Scha-"

It cuts off as he is whimpering at the feeling still. At your defiance. Grinding into him, your need for release taking over completely. You couldn't stop even if you wanted to. Which you didn't. The sounds that escape you are sinful and he feels every sin. Turning them into his own as he pins your hips down roughly into the bed.

"Fuck. I . Cannot. Do. This. Any. Longer." He groans punctuating each word with a hard thrust. Your eyes rolling back and spine arching as the feeling of how deep he manages to get each time. The hasty and hard thrusts tears an orgasm through you before you could even feel it climb. The screams the released from your throat left you feeling hoarse and spent. Your walls milking this man for everything his dick is worth. Which shatters the remaining climb to his own sending him into it without mercy. Finally reaching an orgasm that trickles stars across his vision, he holding your hips so hard and pressing your body so hard against his pelvis that you were going to have bruises for sure. You could feel his twitching and the pumping though you also feel a very...very noticeable pop. He is too far into his bliss to notice but you do. You do and your hand flings to your mouth in both shock and amusement.

"Fuck. Fuck that was intense, ja?" He asks still panting

"Uhh...how hard did you-?"

"Really fucking hard schatz"

"I think you broke it" You say, he furrows his brows in confusion before it dawns on him and he pulls out of you, looking down and sure enough the whole top of the latex is busted open. (No pun intended). The come still dripping from the latex and from you. He watches it leave you, ignoring how hot he thinks it is.

"Scheiße"

#pleasekillme #konig headcanons #kinktober #konig imagine #I need to be sedated #PLease this man could go raw I dont care

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class1akids · 1 year

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Another all might vs AFO rematch is so unnecessary and really shows that hori is doing whatever he thinks is "cool" for this final arc and throwing logic and writing out the window. This honestly brings down all mights character for me.

Anonymous asked: I guess quirkless deku could've been a hero, all he needed was an iron man suit apparently lmao. If all might holds AFO back for even a minute, it's going to make AFO look super weak and all the people who had quirks trying to stop him look even weaker. I mean hori built the whole story up as you need a quirk to do hero work and then he just gives all might a iron man suit out of nowhere just to have him fight again? Yeah that's bad writing.

I'll take these two asks together. Admittedly, I didn't read the EN fandom reactions to this chapter, bc I loved it and I didn't want to see the inevitable negativity, but I really don't get why people think this ruins anything.

The manga has spent almost 400 chapter at this point of deconstructing hero society, the Symbol of Peace and I think some things should be abundantly clear by now:

A strong quirk doesn't make a true hero (Bakugou's, Endeavor's arcs)

Saving someone is about reaching their hearts in time, not about beating them down

Quirks and personalities are connected, but the quirk is not the same as the individual (Shouto's arc)

You don't need a quirk to be someone's hero (every person who left little Tenko to wander the streets alone)

Skill, training, tech can all elevate a person beyond the strength of their quirks (Best Jeanist, Hawks' fight after he lost his wings, Hatsume matching the hero kids in the SF with tech, Detrenat, Knuckleduster in Vigilante, etc)

It was inevitable that we'd come back to this question:

When All Might said in Chapter 1 that you need a quirk to be a hero, he was saying that bc at the time he truly believed that everything he was, was due to OFA.

He spent the entire time after losing OFA being "lost and wandering" (just like Shoto, btw) trying to figure out his own place. By trying to teach Deku, by becoming a better teacher to all the students he tried to find a sense of purpose, but basically he lost the ability to see himself as a hero. That's why he pulled back, offered no leadership even after the war, as things were completely falling apart.

It took watching Deku spiral as he tried to shoulder everything by himself and seeing Class A offering support to him that All Might started to doubt the path he was on. Because, seriously - Ojirou, a martial artist with a tail - Shoji - a guy with some extra arms - Mineta - with his sticky balls - all believe that they CAN support Deku, can be part of his fight.

While All Might, with his 4 decades of fighting experience, a huge amount of wealth, access to the world's best tech through personal connections can offer nothing?

It took talking with Stain to realize that there is an entire spectrum of doing nothing and doing everything by himself. And the ideal point is to do what he can.

All Might stepping up has been on the cards since then. We knew he was planning something.

Of course, All Might has earned his retirement. He could be just a living relic of a glorious era. Obviously, even with tech, he's not going to have the godlike powers he did before.

But right now, the end is in sight. Everything is falling apart. He just sent two 16 year olds to run into the core of a ticking nuke on the blind faith they'll be able to do something about it, because it is the ONLY chance. One of his students had his heart explode. There are no heroes left.

All Might KNOWS, he knows better than anyone how dangerous prime!AFO is. But he also knows his personality, his buttons to push. He doesn't have to win, he just needs to delay, and he has a good hunch that AFO won't be able to ignore him. Whatever minutes, seconds he can buy can mean the difference between life or death, victory or defeat. So of course, he will try. Because that's who he is.

Remember - Deku in chapter 1 running into danger with a backpack got OFA because he reminded Toshinori of himself. Quirkless Deku stepping up, acting heroic despite his lack of power made All Might RECOGNIZE himself. Losing OFA never meant he lost his hero heart or instincts - he just lost faith in himself, because he bought into the hero society rhetoric. The scale of what he could do changed, but his heroism didn't.

So that leads us to the last question - is there a place and need for heroes who are less than superman. If there is a Symbol who has the power to solve any crisis by himself, do you even need the lesser ones?

And I think the story has affirmed again and again that yes, people with little power can make a huge difference and heroism comes in many shapes and forms. Also, that no matter how powerful, nobody can get there alone. Everyone needs support. A strong net is more stable than a lone pillar. A person's value or ability to change things is not tied to their quirks.

All Might stepping up is the culmination of everything he learnt and is totally in character for him. Moreover, it's the natural narrative endpoint of everything that the series has been talking about.

He can't win, he'll probably needs someone to save his ass (maybe Stain, maybe Bakugou, possibly both), but he'll also tick away precious seconds from AFO's rewind time and make a difference.

And this is why I also expect Deku saving Shigaraki not be just beating him up with more OFA, but Deku being Izuku should be the decisive factor in it. And also, I personally think Deku losing OFA but learning that he can be a hero without it would be a good writing choice and a good endgame.

HK already drew Deku's quirks as support items - so I think it's not a stretch that he could be a tech-based hero.

As someone who is a huge fan of tech-based heroes operating in the world of super-powers, it is my favourite endgame for Deku.

#c1a asks #bnha meta #all might #toshinori yagi #i would have hated him being rewound to his prime #ofa #midoriya izuku

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chosovixen · 2 years

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“No way!” Billy yelled from across the kitchen. You had just told him you’d never been in a relationship long enough to ‘get any action.’ “You’ve never fucked anyone??” he furthered.

“Well, don’t say it like that.” you hushed, trying to make the conversation somewhat appropriate. You don’t even know how the conversation came about, but now you were in a rabbit hole of answering his questions.

“So you’re telling me you’re a virgin?” he asked, now leaning over the counter, waiting for your response. He was close, way too close. You could feel the blood in your body heat up.

Billy was your best friend, one of your close friends, and you told him almost everything, but this was too much. Yes, he’d overshare a bit for your liking, but he was sweet and heartfelt when you guys weren’t talking about the women he had slept with.

You didn’t want to respond to his invasive questions, but you couldn’t stop your mouth in time. “No. Not in that way,” you answered; your vision shifted to the ground. Only a small ‘oh’ was audible from Billy, and you sat silently for a minute.

That minute felt like an eternity. You both keep looking around and avoiding each other's gaze, trying to figure out what to say next. “So.” Billy started, “You’ve touched yourself?” he asked, not once looking up at you.

“Billy, no, let's not go there. Please.” you retaliated.

“What, I’m just asking!” he exclaimed, raising his hands in protest. You were now looking at each other and trying your best not to laugh.

“Yes, I’ve touched myself; you happy?” you reveled.

“What were you thinking about when you were doing it?” you knew you shouldn’t have answered, but again your mouth was faster than your brain.

“You-” you accidentally admitted.

Your eyes were wide, anticipating Billy didn’t hear you. You shifted in your seat, pretending to think of an answer to his question, but you’d already been caught, and faking could only get you so far.

“Me!?” he asked, genuinely curious and intrigued about your response.

“I-” you began now, standing up from your seat and retreating towards your bedroom, hoping you could make it there in time to lock the door, not having to deal with this fiasco you created. Billy was quick, and you expected it. He has you pinned against the bedroom door, inches away from your face. Feeling his hot breath against your face made you want to go feral.

“Come on, tell me,” he whispered huskily against your ear. All you could do was just look up at him and let out a small sigh.

“Want me to make your fantasy come true?” he proposed, a smirk growing as he watched you squirm underneath him.

“We can’t.” you managed to utter. You’d be lying to yourself if you said you hadn’t thought about this exact moment, but you knew him and his type.

You didn’t want to be used and then forgotten like all the other women he’s been with. He meant a lot to you, and you didn’t want to lose him.

“Oh, but we can; all you have to do is just say the words princess.” you could feel the heat rush to your core and just a simple pet name.

“I don’t think we should; what if it ruins our friendship?” you genuinely didn’t want to ruin your friendship; honestly, Billy was a significant person in your life and the greatest friend you could ask for. On the other hand, you had been thinking about him more romantically but never acted upon it because you wanted to keep what you had going.

“The only thing I want to ruin is you right now,” he confessed, pulling you from your train of thought.

The sudden knowledge that had been given to you only made the feeling in your core grow. You didn’t respond; instead, you gave him a small smile and a flash of your doe eyes. Billy groaned, now pressing you harder against the door; you could feel his bugle in his pants grow, but you chose to ignore it for now.

“Come on, tell me you want me. I’ll be so good to you, baby.” he knew which buttons to push and when he wanted to, he pushed them hard. Now grinding his aching bulge on you, you had no choice but to focus on it.

“Last chance, baby, I’ll make it worth your while, I promise.” he almost sounded needy; he was panting and rubbing himself against you like a bitch in heat. Of course, you didn’t mind, but you’ve never seen this side of Billy; he was always stern and upfront when talking to any woman, but he was whimpering above you, trying to get some friction going.

“Billy,” you whined, earning a loan groan from Billy. “I-i want you so bad right now.”

One thing led to another, and you were now on your bed, looking up at Billy, aggressively taking off his clothes, only leaving his boxers on. You were so captivated by his physique you didn’t even realize that he was undressing you until you felt the cold air hit your thighs.

He was just about you slip your panties off when you managed to grab his arm and ask, “are you sure we should be doing this?” he crawled above you, planting a kiss on your forehead and responding, “only if you want to.” you wanted to object and maybe talk about exactly what you two would be after this, but the way your pussy was clenching around nothing but the sheer fact that he was so close to you threw that idea out the window.

“I want you, I need you, Billy.” you didn’t need to tell him twice.

Billy placed kisses down your body, and when he reached your pussy, he looked up at you with those pretty eyes giving you a wink and then proceeding to slip your panties down. He stared in awe at how wet and sticky your pussy was with arousal.

“Don’t just look; it’s making me feel awkward.” you tried to move, but he kept you in place and continued to stare.

“It’s just so pretty,” he began, “all this for me?” he finished now, directing his gaze towards you, waiting for an answer. You let out a small yes, almost like a squeak but just loud enough for him to hear. Billy climbed back on top of you, leaned down, and whispered in your ear.

“Do you want me to eat your pussy first, or fuck you?” just the tone in his voice while asking such a question made you clench so hard around nothing and whine. “That’s not an answer, baby. I need you to speak.”

You told him precisely what you wanted. “Eat it, please. Make a mess of my pussy Billy.”

With no time to waste, Billy quickly dropped to his knees and placed his head between your legs. He kissed the little patch of hair you had nicely trimmed above your pussy before kissing your clit, earning a small moan from you. Then, taking that as a sign to continue, he flattened his tongue and licked from the hole to your clit, sucking on it. He repeated this a few times just so you were comfortable with the feeling.

“Oh, fuck” you hissed; you’ve never felt this type of pleasure before, and you didn’t want it to stop.

You’d cum on Billys' face for the third time, and there was no sign of him stopping, so you had to push him off, thinking he’d get the hint. You whined at the loss of stimulation, but your whole body was shaking, and you couldn’t even think straight. Finally, Billy noticed you trying to calm yourself. He gently grabbed your face and passionately kissed you, not breaking it until you both needed some air; you melted into the kiss and already felt yourself calming down.

“Was it too much?” a look of concern spread across his face; you quickly nodded and told him he didn’t need to worry. “We don’t have to continue if it’s too much.” he tried to reason, but you wanted this, and you wanted him.

“I’m fine, really. So can you please fuck me now?” Billy felt his cock twitch at how blunt you were being, and he liked that you were this way with him.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d be fucking one of your closest friends, but here you are, legs spread wide, as eyes were feeling heavy at just the thought of taking him. Billy managed to pull out a condom from his jean pocket, but you stopped him, telling him it was okay; he didn't need it.

“Fuck baby, you don’t know how sexy you sound right now,” he responded, and you just chuckled, making him go red. He brushed the tip up and down your pussy mixing his precum with your juices to get some form of lubricant. You bit your lip, suppressing a moan without even realizing it. “Don’t do that. I wanna hear that pretty voice, okay?” you nodded, and Billy began to push the tip of his cock inside you, that alone was stretching you, and it felt much better than your fingers.

He pulled out of you and then put just the tip back in again; you sighed in frustration. You were about to tell him to stop teasing when he pushed his whole length inside you. It felt so big, and it made you feel so full that you couldn’t stop yourself from moaning and whining.

“F-fuck Billy, your cock feels so fucking good.” tiny drops of tears trickled down your cheeks not because it hurt, but because it felt so good, you couldn’t imagine yourself with another.

“Your pussy is so tight, I’m already about to cum, oh fuck.” he moaned into your ear.

“Please, Billy, please fuck me.” you cried out. He obeyed and began rocking his hips into you. Reaching down to rub your clit Billy moaned at such a sight.

“You look so fucking pretty right now, you know that right?” you couldn’t even think with the way his cock was sliding against your walls and filling you up. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy and make it mine, yeah?” now, his pace was getting a little faster and more rough.

“Yes, please make me yours Billy.” you cried out, arms reaching out, bringing his face close to yours and awarding him and sloppy kiss. “Oh fuck yes, right there, right there.” you yelled out

“you gonna cum, baby?” you could only furiously nod, he sped up a bit more until you reached your climax.

“Ah-” he was hitting the spot so perfectly you couldn’t form sentences anymore, just sounds.

“Cum for me, baby, cum on my cock.” You came undone with a few more deep, long thrusts all over his cock. He fucked you through your high and was ready to bust himself at any moment.

“Fuck I'm about cum.” he grunted; you felt him pulling out, and with quickness, you wrapped your legs around him, keeping him in place. Billy jerked his head up at you in confusion while trying to get his cock out before he came in your pussy.

“What are you doing? I'm about to cum?” he chuckled while still trying to break free.

“I want you to cum inside me, deep inside me.” you pulled him close and whispered the last part into his ear huskily before he came undone himself. With loans groans and sloppy thrust Billy finished inside of you. He carefully laid himself on top of you, trying to calm himself from his mind-blowing orgasm. You two stayed there for a while until you could catch your breaths.

“This isn’t going to ruin our friendship,” Billy stated.

“Huh?” you questioned, unsure of where that statement came from.

“You worried it would ruin our friendship, but it won’t. I want to be more than friends with you if that’s okay.” the shock on your face would catch anyone's attention; you’ve never really pegged Billy as the type to jump into a relationship, but for some reason, you could feel that he meant what he was saying.

“I’d like that.” You flashed him a toothy grin, making him to do the same.

You don’t exactly know how this relationship will play out, but one thing for sure is that you're willing to try.

#billy stranger things #stranger things #billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #smut #stranger things smut #billy hargove smut

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bluerasbunny · 1 month

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ok, i've seen a lot of debate on this and i just want to put in my two cents real quick!

explaining my reasoning for why i think sun is seeing us as a child and not an adult in help wanted 2

(aka. world's most incoherent sun analysis)

to preface; no hate at all to people that want to think of this differently! everyone will have different perceptions of help wanted 2 and that is fine!! i understand the upset about the changes to suns character and i hold no grudge against people that dislike the ruder portrayals of sun!

this is just my personal beliefs and analysis i've made!

hello hello! i apologize if this is incoherent, this was originally written on discord and i'm just pasting it in and formatting it for tumblr!

i am open to discussion on this, but PLEASE be nice (and use tone tags!!)

"Bad kid, bad kid! I'm putting you in timeout!" "You stay in timeout until your parents arrive!" - sun, help wanted 2

these two lines. are INCREDIBLY significant to this and why i think there is just literally no way he's seeing us as an adult at all!

why on EARTH would sun pull the time-out line if we're an adult? why in the world would he refer to 'your parents', why would he call us 'bad kid'? sun has the capability and sense to recognize an adult when he sees one, and honestly i feel like sun would be more polite to staff than this! not out of genuine respect, no- out of genuine fear. a common argument i see is 'maybe he's being mean because it's a training thing with a staff member playing the role of a child', but this circles right back to the point that sun would not be a bitch in front of staff. he is smarter than that, that is a speedrun to a whole world of shit for him and i DOUBT he'd want that. keep in mind sun is an actor, he knows how to throw on a little show and pretend for the eyes of someone he'd need to pretend for i think what we see in help wanted 2 isn't a VR version of sun, it's not him being a bitch to staff- i don't think sun ever had the balls to be rude to staff, knowing his life is in their hands- i think this is just. who he REALLY is. like that is sun, at his core, before it all went horribly HORRIBLY wrong. keep in mind the first time we saw sun was at his worst. his worst point mentally, the most scared he's been in his life (barring RUIN, he was also pretty fucking scared in that- but in some way he had hope. he knew how to fix this, he just needed someone to help him. there was NO hope for him in SB, he was totally at moon's mercy), paranoid out of his mind and desperately fighting against moon. we CANNOT take that as a representation of who sun is, who he REALLY is when he's not out of his fucking mind scared. sun in HW2 is casual, he is calm- only a little afraid, when nap time draws near, but not 'standing on the desk losing his fucking mind clawing his face yelling about lights on and why would we, a small child, do that' afraid which is a significant difference! he even THREATENS us with nap time, showing that he's clearly a lot calmer and in his right mind- he is lax and well. i think this is, again, evidence that this is just who sun really is i understand why people don't want that to be true!! i understand why people want to believe that maybe sun isn't as rude as this- and honestly, i don't think he always is that rude!! i think we're still missing vital pieces to who sun really is beyond the mortal terror, we have not seen him in his theatre days still but help wanted 2 is the first time we have EVER seen sun calm and not acting like the world will explode if moon exists for even a second. and that is so incredibly significant in the portrayal and discussion of his character and personality and with the context that sun is an actor and designed for theatre- there's also reasonable proof to theorize that maybe his daycare persona, the way he acts in security breach before you go behind the counter, is a performance. he overblows it and goes WAY over the top. y'know. like a stage persona. i think part of it is being conditioned to act that way by his environment, yes!! but i also think that a lot of it is acting. note how he starts on what resembles a stage in SB, making a grand entrance as if walking out as a performer. note his dialogue in help wanted 2 (and listen closely!! pay attention to what he says, the circumstances of it all!!). note his mental state in security breach and parallel that to HW2. note the details. you might notice something new about our beloved jesters!

tldr; sun isn't being an ass because we're an adult, that's just how he is, even WITH the kids!! HW2 is the truest, closest representation to who sun is that we have ever had and we cannot use SB or RUIN as a representation of sun's genuine personality due to the circumstances he's in at the time and his behavior likely being incited by paranoia and it may potentially be a performance sun is putting on.

i don't think sun is a sweet sunshine boy (i do not have any issues with people that do want to see him this way though!), i think sun is a multi-faceted and flawed person, and that is so incredibly interesting!

#grayy rambles #dca fandom #fnaf #fnaf sun #dca analysis #fnaf analysis #long post #again i am not trying to be mean to people that see sun differently!! love and respect to everyones povs!!#this is just my own take and i wanted to get it out there!! maybe it'll bring more perspective on sun for people!!

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I'm listening to "You Were Perfect & I'm Sorry" by Mickey Darling and thought about the band Shuggy au.

(what a surprise)

Usually, Shanks would write songs about how he missed Buggy, how he felt betrayed or maybe how he feels sorry for what he's done to lose Buggy. Sometimes Buggy himself would write his lyrics and Shanks would compose the best melody suited for the words.

During their "fights", Buggy would still go to most if not all of Shanks' shows. He still wanted to see his boyfriend on stage. Maybe he just liked seeing Shanks in pain of loving and hating losing him... It gave him an inspiration nothing else could, a feeling of stability - the knowledge that no matter what, Shanks would always look for him. But it was mostly because every time they "broke up", Shanks would flourish and turn all that emotion into the most beautiful songs. They always reached the top-something charts. It was an honor to see Shanks blossom under the stage lights and it felt like Buggy hurting him was the only thing that kept him productive.

But then one time after another one of their "break-ups", Shanks's song sounded different.

Buggy had felt he was in a writers block lately. Everything had been going way too well for him and he had fallen into a slump. Even Shanks was as attentive as always. He had nothing to latch onto for an excuse to break-up with him. It never stopped him from making up reasons, of course. So that's what he did.

As always, Shanks tried to defend himself, asking what he did wrong (which couldn't be answered because it was nothing). As always, Buggy shouted and started throwing whatever he could grab at Shanks. They were never things that could hurt him - pillows, clothes, at most a slipper. And like always, he left in a fit.

Buggy didn't know what was different. But what he knew was that Shanks was acting strange and Buggy was worried. For starters: there was no spam of crying voice mails, there were no poetry screenshots, there were no midnight visits to Buggy's apartment...Not even a drunken call. Buggy was about to give in and call Shanks to see if he was okay, but before he could, The Red Haired Pirates's official account said that there would be a short performance - free entrance, to premiere a new song.

It made sense to Buggy. Shanks would get so caught up in a new song sometimes, that he'd forget to eat or sleep.

Buggy thought to himself, perhaps he went too far this time. He even considered wearing one of the band shirts to show his support, but eventually decided against it. He still had to act the part of a wronged boyfriend.

He stood in the back and busied himself with his phone. He had listened to all their warm-up songs a million times before. At one point, during the talking bit of every show, a certain sentence grabbed his attention. Shanks didn't sound as sad as he usually did...

He said "This song is about the best thing that ruined my life. Buggy, I know you're probably somewhere in the back, I hope this makes sense of things this time."

Buggy got an unnerving feeling in his core. He had a bad feeling.

The song began as most did. He was sorry, he loved him, he was perfect... But gradually, with each verse it sounded more and more like Shanks was angry at him, rather than sad he left him.

The breaking point was when in one of verses Shanks said he almost offed himself because of "a narcissistic bitch".

Buggy ended up making his way out of the crowd and walking himself home. He didn't want to cry in public.

This is the song lyrics:

#shuggy #shanks x buggy #buggy x shanks #band au #op

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violet-lotus · 1 year

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Okay. Here's to the antis crying that Jiang Cheng should have done more for the Wen Remnants.

Just no. WWX had already proclaimed himself an enemy when he intruded upon a conference at Koi Tower to threaten that he'd kill whoever dared to stop him from rescuing the Remnants. Anyone, especially YMJ would be committing political and literal suicide by aiding with WWX.

YMJ would not have been able to survive that. They had just survived a mass massacre and a long war. In a climate made on hierarchy, JC is in his young 20s. He has no allies.

His current Sect is made of a thrown together a collection of rouge cultivators and fresh disciples he had to train in less than a few months right after he survived watching his Sect burn, being tortured, and losing his core. Then, WWX was gone.

Still, JC went to war. To avenge his family, his people, his land, and to protect them from a tyrant. With WRH down, now JGS is the next. And we see the direct and very public pressure JGS puts on JC to distance from WWX.

Just because 'JC is a Sect Leader' doesn't mean he has more influence than JGS and the elders of the Jin Sect. Maybe the Lan's would have had that respect, but they had their own issues to resolve and their own alliances to maintain.

Speaking of which, YMJ needed their alliance with the Jin's. Only then would JC have more sway. As allies, there would be less incentive to destroy YMJ. There would also be public scrutiny cast on the Jin's should they openly damage their alliance with YMJ. Scrutiny that JGS and JGY do not want when they are conducting nefarious schemes to gain control (see Xue Yang in his extra with JGY).

With JC actively working to make peace with the Jin's, in addition to having JZX engaged to JYL, JC is able to take the attention and pressure off WWX and the Wen Remnants. The people don't want to focus on the threat that WWX is to their lives, their culture, and their loved ones (if they get raised from death and cut off from the circle of reincarnation). They talk about the grand wedding hosted between the Jin's & Jiang's. They talk about the birth of JL and his celebrations.

In fact, when JC tells WWX that he can't protect him if he defends the Wen Remnants, WWX flat out /rejects/ him. (So what are you crying to JC for?) WWX believes he can protect them himself. And he does. For almost a couple of years.

When does it go wrong? When WWX leaves BM and is on his way to attend JL's celebration.Jin Zixun ambushes & scapegoats him (endorsed by JGS!) WWX loses control of WN and WN murders Jin Zixuan.

JZX, who was the one to invite WWX despite knowing the opposition it would bring to him and DID cause.

Even in the ridiculous situation of JC housing the Remnants in LP (nvm his and his people's trauma of the Wen's), the Jin's scheming to murder would have happened to WWX regardless of where he was with the Remnants.

It's f*cked up. But does JC have control over JGS and JGY? No. So stop blaming JC for their downfall. It was on WWX to protect the Wen's and to control WN, no one else.

(Note, if JZX, his firstborn son and Sect Heir, could not persuade JGS and his clan to back off from WWX, what makes you think JC could?)

Afterwards, WN and WQ both decide on their own that in order to answer for the deaths at Qiongqi Path and JZX's murder, that they comply to the Jin's demand. They go voluntarily.

They tell WWX that they are grateful to him for the extra year of life and peace he gave them.

They leave with no regrets.

Again, I must ask you, why blame JC for their deaths?

JC knew that their ruin would eventually occur and tried to warn WWX. JC tried to stop it from happening by killing WN when he was uncontrollable and unpredictable, when WN had no conscience. But JC doesn't kill him. Bc WWX told him not to.

(WN nearly breaks out of BM but luckily LWJ happened to be there to help WWX subdue him and somehow restore his conscience, which WWX never knew would happen. So JC's concerns were not unwarranted.)

Forget and ignore at your convenience, but JC DOES speak up for WWX's actions and reasons for defending the Wen Remnants. No one else does. (Again, see my previous thread.) At the Pledge Conference, where the Sects are deciding what to do about WWX after JZX's death at Nightless City, it would not be hard to assume JC would try to not have them execute WWX. In the end we don't know, but we can say that he was unhappy with their decision to hunt down WWX for good.

After years of persuading others to not take offence to WWX's words & actions, of lessening the load of WWX's disciplinary punishment, of standing at his side & understanding WWX without needing words to be spoken, it would be absurd to say JC ever stopped trying to protect him.

But JC is only human. He could only protect WWX, and when WWX rejected his help, he could not do much else. He could only delay the inevitable.

He could not have protected the Wen Remnants even if he wanted to. Just like how WWX wanted to save them, but couldn't in the world that they live in where an eye for an eye is never enough, and the consequences of their actions never die no matter what their intentions are.

#canon jiang cheng #canon jc #mdzs #mdzs jiang cheng

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piratefishmama · 1 year

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Live to Serve (You) | Part 3

Not a single soul in the palace would ever claim to feel calm whenever the Queen cornered them. Mainly because it didn’t happen very often. But two weeks after the Princes’ sixteenth birthday celebration, the Queen grabbed him.

Not physically of course, she simply intercepted him on his way to Steve’s room in the early hours and redirected him to her study.

“Sit, Edward.” She instructed, since he found himself standing awkwardly by her ornate desk, the woman motioning to the chair opposite her. She was still the only person in that palace who referred to him by his given name, it always made him feel like he was in trouble.

He sat. “Is there something the matter, your highness? Steve is—”

“Steven is now sixteen years old, listen Edward... My husband has already disclosed his desires to have his son grow up into a young man.” She said the words with such a powerful roll of her eyes that Eddie actually felt relief surge through him. This wasn’t about him. He hadn’t done anything wrong, but then a new unease built, it was about Steve. “I’m sure you know what that means?”

“I’m...sorry, no?” He did, he knew what it meant. But that didn’t mean he wanted to think about it.

“I think you do, you’re not a simpleton, are you Edward?”

Eddie released a suffering sigh and nodded his head “I know what you refer to, alcohol, women, hunting, etcetera?”

“Exactly. What do you think about the first two?” She leaned back in her chair, not at all a dignified pose for a queen but... behind closed doors the Queen always seemed a little more down to Earth than her Husband.

“...I have no opinion on the—”

“Edward.” Her eyes hard. Right.

“I think it’s a terrible idea to rush it. Steve is fine the way he is. He will make an incredible King as is, alcohol and women are not the key ingredients to ruling successfully, he already is all that he ever needs to be.” Steve was perfect at his core, beautiful both inside and out, he didn’t need to ‘become a man’ he was already a better one than his father and had been for as long as Eddie knew him. “I know it’s inevitable though. Steve is a Prince, and with that status comes responsibilities.” He’d need to marry, would need an heir, experience with women would only increase his prospects of finding a good match for himself, would only increase the chances of him being able to make her happy, whomever the lucky woman may be.

“And how do you feel about that inevitability?”

“...How do I feel?”

“Edward, you wake my son up every morning, you’re the first and last person he sees each day, and it’s been that way for a very long time now. You know that eventually another will be in his bed with him when you go to wake him, right?”

“...I’m prepared for that.”

“Speaking from experience, Edward... no-one, not a single soul in this world, will ever be prepared to see the person they love in bed with someone else.” Eddie felt his blood run cold, eyes widening in alarm, she didn’t pay his panic any mind, continuing, “it ruins you a little, hurts in a way you didn’t think hurt could.”

“Forgive me, but... why are you telling me this?”

“You’re the most important person in my sons life, Edward. You are his best friend, undoubtedly someone he cares very deeply for, perhaps even in the same way you care for him...” no, Eddie wouldn’t even dare to assume that. He couldn’t, he couldn’t let that thought in less hope manage to worm its way in alongside it. It would already hurt enough as a one-sided love, the thought of what could have been would destroy him if he knew it were possible. “All I ask is that, when this eventuality comes, that you do not blame him for the pain you feel from it. He needs you more than you can possibly imagine, it would hurt him to lose you.”

“I’d never blame him for doing his duty, no matter how much it hurts. He’s a Prince, I’m a servant, even if that status difference didn’t exist I’m not foolish to believe anything could come of it, we are both men.”

“Oh, don’t be silly, Edward, half of the men at court fool around with other men, they simply don’t talk about it in public, my foolish husband included. Obviously that stays between us.” Eddie wordlessly nodded, wide eyed. “Just... keep what I said in mind, okay? I don’t know when the King intends to start his little scheme, but I didn’t want you to be blindsided by it, it would pain me to see you hurt, you’re practically part of the family at this point.”

“The thread count of my bedsheets would disagree.” It just slipped out, he couldn’t stop it, but strangely enough the Queen laughed before the dread could set in, before he could rush through an apology.

Ok. Maybe the Queen wasn’t that bad.

She was also correct. Nothing on Earth could have prepared him for that morning, the morning following Steve’s return from a hunting trip the King had dragged him on after his eighteenth birthday. A return that’d been celebrated with a small but enjoyable feast, they’d hosted the families of the lords that’d hunted with the King and his son, the food a mixture of things they’d brought back from their hunt, it seemed like such a normal feast.

Even Steve charming a few of the young ladies wasn’t particularly new, all the eighteen-year-old needed to do was smile in their general direction and the ladies swooned.

Eddie had even managed to snag a lute to play the Prince a little song off in the corner, it was normal.

Until it wasn’t.

Until Steve had been snagged by his father, Until he’d mysteriously vamoosed from the party, the Queen telling him Steve had retired early when he’d enquired, an expression on her face that Eddie tried really hard to not think too hard about.

He should have gone to Steve’s room, should have stuck by him all night, should have done something, even if it wasn’t his place to intervene, even if it’d never be his place to intervene, he should have known to be selfish for one single night, as that one single night was just the nudge needed to create a gods be damned monster.

And he had no idea how much it hurt to see it.

Steve had no idea how painful it was to walk into his room the morning after, go to wake him only to find a young woman fast asleep beside the prince in Eddie’s usual spot, his neck littered in little bruising marks. So Eddie kept that conversation with the Queen in mind, repeated it like a mantra over and over in his mind as he busied himself around the room, picking up clothes, quietly fixing ornaments and trinkets knocked over in whatever passions had occurred, and he picked out suitable attire for the Prince, all before he realised that he had to accept that his long-standing morning routine would now have to change as the young lady in that bed wasn’t going to spontaneously disappear as fast as she’d appeared.

Steve had his duties, Steve was a Prince, Steve cared about him, needed him, whatever happened would never change that.

But some things would have to change. Eddie would have to change them to protect himself.

And so, that morning, Steve awoke abruptly for the first time since he was seven years old to blinding sunlight when Eddie pulled the curtains open without warning, a curtly spoken, “Breakfast is waiting, your highness” as his morning greeting, and the brief visage of Eddie’s back when the spots of sunlight in his eyes finally cleared, leaving the room, and him behind.

Part 5

#PirateWrites #Live to Serve (You)#ficlet #Steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #Stranger Things - Alternate Universe #o no owies

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macybeckham7 · 1 month

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Elias and Gisela are having a rough patch. They clearly are in love but Elias wants to go public and official but Gisela is afraid of the media might affect their relationship having seen how it effected her brother and sister’s love life. She is scared that she might lose Elias while Elias wants to show the world that he has the most beautiful girlfriend and doesn’t want to hide her or his affection for her. Maybe they argue BUT NOT break up but needed to cool off.

‘I don’t understand why you don’t want to go public. We’ve been dating for a year now and you make me happy, and I don’t understand why we are hiding?’ Elias says. They were on the jet flying to the next GP. They had took a photo together which he wanted to post but Gisela wasn’t really up for it and said maybe put it on the private account. ‘You make me happy too’ she said softly as she reaches her arm out to squeeze his hand. ‘What then? I’m not good enough’. All of Gisela’s life she saw how outside people can ruin good things, they wiggle their way through any cracks and ruin something good. Her parents told her that, many occasions they nearly split up, she watched Azalea and Cairo both find it difficult reading about themselves online. She adored Elias and she knew he was the one for her but it scared her to her core that things might stop being perfect between them. She tries to reason with him but he wasn’t having any of it and claimed that obviously he wasn’t enough for her. He makes his teammates mum swap seats with him and they both ignore each other for the rest of the flight. It wasn’t until they touched down, and Elias talks to Jules and Gisela cries to Cairo, they both come together. ‘I just don’t want to hide my affection for you’ he says hugging her. ‘I want to be able to run to you straight after the race and kiss you, and tell you I love you’ he says gently stroking her face. They smile at each other, he promises her that nothing and no one can get in the way of them, he wouldn’t ever let that happen.

#lewis hamilton imagines #sebastian vettel imagines #grid kids

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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Being Daphne’s best friend and you and Anthony courting. Out of nowhere he breaks things off and starts seeing Siena, saying he’s not in love with you. Whenever you go over to the Bridgertons Anthony asks like he doesn’t know you and like nothing ever happened between you guys. Eventually you realize you need to move on and get over him. Lucky for you prince Fredrick has just come into town and takes in interest in you. Anthony doesn’t like this at all, even if he swears he doesn’t have feelings for you.

You can decide if it’s a happy ending with Anthony apologizing and wining you back. Or if he ends up alone, watching you move on and find love.

Absolutely no rush to write this! I hope you’re doing good and taking care of yourself 💕

A/n: Fist thank you for being so kind! Second I gave this a happy ending. Cause I don’t like writing angst for Anthony so I made him have his reasons to end things with the reader.

You were Daphne’s best friend, you supported her through everything and she supported you.So she was more than happy seeing how close you and Anthony had become, happy knowing that her brother was courting you.

Happy until he suddenly broke things off and ignored you every moment you stepped a foot into her former home. Daphne couldn’t help but feel her heart break reading her sisters letter, that you just stopped showing up once she left. She did not blame you, not for one minute knowing what her brother had done.

Anthony hated that he had to end things with you, he hated that stopping seeing you in his home, he hated that he couldn’t hold you in his arms, couldn’t kiss you.

Could not tell you that he loved you.

But he had to protect you, what Siena’s father had told him unnerved him. It made him sick, the things he said about you.

‘Country bumpkin’

‘Not good enough for your status.’

He had to hold himself from not knocking the man out. Though of course what he had said next really chilled him to the core.

‘Do you know how easy it is to ruin one’s reputation?Would be a shame if her family will lose what little they had.’

So after that he knew he had to end things with you, know matter how much he loved, he had to protect you.

And after that he started to ignore you, know matter how much it hurt it was for the best.

But he did not expect to see a man courting you so soon.

Especially not Prince Fredrick.

You forced out a laugh, something that Fredick said, the corner of your you could see Siena latched onto Anthony’s arm. Though you couldn’t help but notice how miserable Anthony looked, the bags under his eyes telling.

Biting your lip you glanced away for a moment trying to collect your thoughts. You had thought that he would be happy with everything that has been happening. Pulling your gaze away you pulled your hand away from Fredrick’s, you needed some air, you needed to get away from everyone.

Watching you leave, Anthony was unsure on what to do. He knew he had to protect you but could he really live like this? Live a miserable life, be in a happy marriage while he watched the one he loved ran off with another man, have children with another man that was not him?

No! No he was not going to let this happen. He was not going to stand by and let you feel threatened. Detangling his arm from Siena, he made a step towards you. “I would….I would like to make an announcement.”

All eyes were on him now. “I would like to ask a very special woman to me, someone that stole my heart many years ago.”

Slowly stepping forward Siena smiled as you frowned turning your head away.

“So Y/n L/N. Will you do the honor of becoming wife?”

Gasp’s rang out as Siena’s father stepped forward. “Do you know what you are doing Anthony.”

Anthony turned around to face the man, his eyes flashed with anger. “I will not have you bully me anymore. I will not have you threaten y/n…I want every one to know that I love y/n.”

Feeling tears slide down your cheeks, you slowly stepped forward. “Do you mean it Anthony? What you said?”

It took a few strides to reach you, his hands grasping yours. “I do…y/n please forgive me. Please.” He whispered giving your hands a kiss. “I love you, please marry me.”

Letting out a small sob, you nodded your head giving his hand a squeeze. “Yes! Yes I’ll marry you.”

#drabbles #drabble #anthony bridgerton imagine #anthony bridegerton #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x reader #Anthony Bridgerton x y/n #Bridgerton #Bridgerton x reader #Bridgerton x you #Bridgeton x y/n

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