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violentdelightsandviolentends · 6 months

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That picture of Jeremy Allen White in that slutty crop top is giving me STRONG mechanic vibes. As in boyfriend changing your tires, as in hard working and manual vibes, as in dirty nasty wet sex because seeing him all dirty gets you GOING 😇

oh my GOD i'm going FERAL. based on this picture here.

smut warning !! word count on this is 1k.

masterlist. inbox.

- You dread the days that Carmy decides he's going to work on his car or his bike from home. Not because you don't like having him around, no. The opposite. You like it a little too much.

- He's on your driveway, sun beating down on his tanned skin. Hair in his eyes, sweat dripping down his back, abs on show. He's got a thing for crop tops, these days. It started off as a joke, slightly, but now... now he's realised how much he likes them. They keep his back cool when he's working, give him free movement. And he likes the way you stare.

- You're fucking him with your eyes from the moment he steps outside. He can feel it, your gaze on him wherever he goes. He loves it.

- He's replaced one of your tires and changed your oil while you've been watching him like a hawk. He can practically hear your brain whirring. He might as well be able to read your mind.

- "Hi, pretty," he's smiling as he makes his way into the garage, where you've been sat on a camp chair 'reading'. It's shady in there, and you get a perfect view. Win win.

"Hi, baby."

Fuck, your voice is hoarse. You've laid all your cards out on the table accidentally.

"You good?"

"Yeah, Carm. Fine."

"Really? 'Cause you look a little flustered. Whatcha thinkin' about?"

He leans down to press his lips to yours gently, sweet as anything. As he does it, you slip your tongue into his mouth, telling him exactly what you want.

He moans and pulls away, dropping to his knees in front of you so your eyes are level.

"Oh, honey. What is it that does it for you, huh? The sweat? The grease? Watching me work with my hands?"

You chase his lips again but he stops you with a hand around the base of your throat, firm and solid.

"Answer me and I'll give you what you want."

"The shirt," you croak out. "The crop top. I get wet just looking at it in the goddamn closet."

He smirks, lazy and saccharine, eyes raking up and down your body where you sit.

"I know."

Your eyebrows shoot up.

"What?"

"That's exactly why I wear them, sweetheart. You think I don't see the way you look at me? The way your eyes are glued to my abs? How you rub your thighs together everytime I reach up or lean down? I see it, baby. Clear as day."

Turns out you weren't as subtle as you thought. Oh well. You find your confidence again, not allowing him the upper hand.

"What? Can't I look at my hot ass boyfriend? Is that a crime? You better arrest me then, Officer Berzatto. I'm guilty."

Carmy wraps an arm around your middle and pulls you off the chair in one fell swoop, laying you on the concrete floor of the garage.

"Fuck, it's cold down here."

"Stop complaining before I put that mouth to better use."

You decide it's probably best to keep your comments to yourself for a while.

Carmy presses his nose into the crook of your neck and inhales, deep and dirty. It's animalistic, the way he devours you in bed. Like a predator eating it's prey, over and over again.

"Fuck, you smell good. I wanna swallow you whole."

You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him in, so his hips bump yours. Both moaning at the friction, he pulls your shirt off, attaching his mouth to any skin he can find. He's biting, sucking, nipping as he goes, marking you up real nice. You love it.

"Carm, please. Just fuck me. Been waiting for it all morning."

He cocks his head to the side, looking at you with a glint in his eye.

"Filthy fuckin' girl. Do you know how nasty you are, beggin' to be fucked on the floor of the garage? You been thinkin' about this, hmm?"

When you don't answer, he slaps your cheek, grabbing your chin with a firm grip.

"Yes, yes. Wanted you since the moment I saw you outside."

"Whore," he says affectionately, leaning down to kiss you gently.

He's ripping your pants and underwear down your legs before you can reply, throwing his own onto the pile too. He hikes one of your legs up onto his hip as he slides into you, both of you groaning.

"Fuck. You love it like this, don't you? My baby just wants my cock, doesn't matter where."

He knows exactly what he's doing, talking to you like this. You'd made the mistake of telling him once how much you loved how filthily he spoke to you in bed. From that moment on, he was a menace.

The concrete is cold and hard under your back, the movement of Carmy's hips causing you to slide. He anchors you down with a hand on your throat, the other digging into the flesh of your hip. He's not letting you go anywhere.

He leans down, whispering for you to open your mouth for him. When you do, he spits into it slowly, grinning at you when you swallow.

"Good fuckin' girl," he murmurs, biting at your lips.

You lean up and lick the sweat off his neck, nipping at his jaw as you go. Pressing your nose into his throat, you inhale, revelling in the way he smells like salt and gasoline and Carmy.

"Touch yourself for me, pretty baby. Show me what you do when I'm at work and you're thinking of me in those crop tops."

You whine in protest but do what he says anyway, throwing your head back in bliss.

"Close, Carm," you manage to choke out.

He tightens his fingers around your throat as he leans down to kiss you on the forehead, and it's your undoing. You find your release, stars blurring your vision as you tighten around him. Carmy groans, deep and drawn out, before he spills inside of you, hips slowing carefully.

"Fuck, I love you," he laughs, collapsing on top of you.

"Love you too," you chuckle, trying to take a breath despite the weight crushing your body. "Especially in that fucking shirt."

"I know," he smirks, laughing when you smack his bicep. "Crop tops. Who knew?"

You shut him up with a kiss. And then another. And then another.

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all-purpose-dish-soap · 11 days

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Hi, for the wip ask game, bff Soap Hurt Comfort? :') please and thank you!

for the wip ask game--lighter, sweeter bff!Soap. you're meeting him at the airport. he's coming home after being MIA. scared you to death.

this one is short, so here it is edited + posted in full. for the hurt/comfort girlies :)

600 words / 23

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“Thought you couldna live without me, eh?”

You tackle Soap in a hug, tactical gear and all. "Shut up. Shut up. God, you're alive."

He laughs and returns the embrace. "Too stubborn to die. I thought I told you not to worry about me."

You grip the straps on the back of his vest and keep your face in his chest to hide the tears threatening to track down your cheeks. "You can't just say that and go MIA. They talked about putting your name on a memorial and everything."

"You know me. Always gotta do things my way."

"Your way is stupid."

He chuckles and rubs your back. "Yeah, I'm stupid. I've missed you, though. I haven't stopped thinkin' bout you."

"Really? Cause I..." The dam breaks. You can't stop the flood of hot, angry tears. "I missed you too." Then you start sobbing. God, it's embarrassing. But you refuse to let go of him.

He strokes your hair. "Hen, don't cry. Please. I'm here and I'm not goin' anywhere. I'm your man, aye?"

You shake your head, stubbornly refusing to move.

He rests his cheek on you. "I don't want you to be sad. I'll make it up to you, I promise. I love you."

Hearing him say that just makes your heart skip before the tears come out faster. You love him, too, more than a friend should. How could anyone not fall in love with him? He's Johnny. It's just that you were always too chickenshit to tell him. You thought you lost your chance.

"Come on, look at me."

"No," you mutter, refusing to unbury your face from his shirt. Scared to, maybe. "I don't want you to make it up to me. I want to stay here."

"That's no problem. We can stay here for however long. I just need to know you're not upset at me. I can't stand seein' you sad. Makes me sad."

You sniff. "You deserve it."

"Aye, I do. But what can I do to cheer you up'?"

"Nothing," you mumble into his chest. "I've been crying for two weeks because of you."

You try to collect yourself anyway, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. His squadmates stand a little ways away from the terminal, looking curious at this scene you're causing. This isn't exactly how you wanted to meet them. You're supposed to be Johnny's cool best friend, not a weepy mess.

Johnny recaptures your attention, wiping away a stray tear track with his thumb. "You've been cryin' about me?"

You shove him, but it's light and there's no anger in it. "Of course I have, asshole, you're my best friend. They said you were MIA. Why wouldn't I cry?"

He grins. "But I'm here now, though. Could use a wee bit of comforting myself. You mind?"

You sniff, nodding as you press your sleeves into your eyes one more time to dry them. He's right. He's the one who's been away from home for a month. Probably endured some draconian shit, missing for two weeks and all. But the way he's looking at you through those blue eyes of his... it's not fair how easy it is to fall under his spell again.

"Yeah. I guess. What do you want? More fawning and crying?"

He laughs softly and pulls you into another tight hug. He presses a kiss to your temple, and you have to act like it doesn't make your heart explode into tiny pieces. He rests his chin on the top of your head, content to keep you here, totally enveloped in his frame. "Mm, that'll do. Just to start."

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wip ask game / more Soap / masterlist tag

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myunghology · 1 year

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XIAO , SCARAMOUCHE , KAZUHA general relationship headcanons.

!! gender neutral reader, completely sfw, fluff. tw ? ; none ( song reco )

!! XIAO

you guys are definitely taking it slow, he still has to adjust y'know. even if he's over 2,000 years old, i doubt he's ever been in a romantic relationship. ( is that an insult ? ; maybe )

overprotective, doesn't care who it is, he just is. the only exception is probably zhongli and ganyu. still unsure about traveler, but i'm leaning to maybe yes.

"who's that? why are you acting so close with them? do i know them? have you mentioned them before?" "....xiao that's one of my family members." "oh."

easily flustered. he can either cover it up easily, or he can't. there's no in between, or that's up to you if you want to decide.

can't express his feeling's properly. this ones a little bit toxic, but if you didn't want accurate headcanons then i think you came to the wrong blog.

but you cant really blame him, he's naturally like that. and it's probably gonna take him a long time to actually open up about his feelings, but if you're an understanding and patient person, then that's better.

he'll probably ignore you if he's jealous, but i guess that's how he copes dawg

he'd want you to come to him first more than him actually confronting you.

but put all that aside- he gives you little things that reminded him of you whenever he goes somewhere. he would sometimes give you a random cute hairpin and said that it'd suit you, which it did.

that's what makes your relationship so cute, he does these little things that make you smile, like taking you out to places where he thinks it's pretty, just like you. he thinks. he does this because he doesn't know how else to express it. ( shakespeare could never amirite )

!! SCARAMOUCHE

mOTHERFUCKER NUMBER 2 WHO ALSO DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO EXPRESS HIS FEELINGS

it's ironic enough that him and xiao are similar in relationships, more so that they absolutely can't express their feelings properly.

but what's different is that he expresses it more aggressive about it. more passive-aggressive probably.

buys you stuff you want without even asking, if he sees you looking at it then he buys it for you the next day, maybe even something better, but still the same design.

you tell him to stop spending his money on you when you don't even need it, but he tells you to just be good and take it. you give in, because it'd be a waste if he bought it and he'd just give it right back after.

but if you like it that way, then he's your personal sugar daddy now congratulations

denies it whenever you call him out when he's being shy, especially when you flirt back, this guy is a hard flirt, only to you of course.

there may be tons of women or men who are into him, but he's only looking at you, if he wanted to cheat, he can. but he doesn't.

"i don't understand why you're so worried about that, you know i'll only always be with you." ( AGOI )

( HE SAY THAT IM GOOD ENOUGH GRABBIN MY DUHDUHDUH THINKIN BOUT SHIT THAT I SHOULDN'T HA-)

but then again, he also says straight forward about problems into a relationship, because he wants to avoid them in the future.

you guys fight sometimes, and i mean teasing by the way, not an actual fight. but fights aren't really rare when you're with him.

it's usually caused because of a misunderstanding.

they do say you fight with the people you love the most

!! KAZUHA

probably the most normal one out of all of them here i fear. sweetest boyfriend ever

bros the whole package

he says whatever's making him uncomfortable in a relationship and he encourages you to do the same and not be ashamed, probably because you two have already been through everything together once you've even started dating.

also he's a very understanding person, and he's willing to listen to you no matter what situation it is.

his love language is probably words of affirmation, saying he loves you out of the blue is his favorite part of the day.

"i love you so much" "..h..huh..?"

10x more soft spoken to you than he is to other people, i know his voice is naturally like that, but he can't help but treat you like your fragile, especially if you're emotional. but if you don't want him to, then he won't push it. especially if you don't like feeling belittled.

closeted sadist

won't force you to do things you don't want to do, but he definitely encourages you.

never and i mean never comments anything rude or disrespectful at you, especially about your appearance. the only things he comments are compliments.

but if you truly want advice for your looks then he'll recommend a hair, clothing switch or something like that, "maybe that would look better, but you really suit anything and everything" he says.

gives you love letters whenever he's away, probably once a week so you don't go overthinking. you don't have to worry about him cheating either, beidou has promised you that she'd tell you if he cheats ( and crush his testicles ) , and obviously, kazuha isn't that type of person, you'd know for sure.

#jian’s works!#xiao x reader #scaramouche x reader #kazuha x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #xiao x y/n #xiao x you #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #kazuha x you #kazuha x y/n #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin impact scenarios #genshin impact #i was supposed to add yanqing but i lost motivation

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colins-bridgerton · 2 months

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penelope & colin playlist

a year ago by james arthur

i wish it was a year ago i wish that i could hold you close now i'm driving past your house, i know the lights are on, you're not alone i wonder if you're making eyes i wonder if he loves you like the way you said that only i could do i wish that i could tell you that I miss you

ghost of you by seconds of summer

too young, too dumb to know things like love too young, too dumb to I drown it out like I always do dancing through our house with the ghost of you and i chase it down with a shot of truth that my feet don't dance like they did with you

far away by nickleback

i wanted you to stay 'cause i needed i need to hear you say that i love you i loved you all along and I forgive you for being away for far too long so keep breathing 'cause i'm not leaving you anymore believe it hold on to me, and never let me go

oceans by seafret

it feels like there's oceans between you and me once again we hide our emotions Under the surface and try to pretend but it feels like there's oceans between you and me i want you i want you and i always will it feels like there's oceans between you and me

give me a minute by the coronas

and i can't remember how we got so wrapped up in it hold on i'm not finished just give me a minute i'm not finished and if you don't mind i can live with it just a minute i'm not finished would you be so kind just to forgive it

can i be him by james arthur

i heard there was someone but i know he don't deserve you if you were mine i'd never let anyone hurt you no no I wanna dry those tears, kiss those lips It's all that I've been thinking about 'cause a light came on when i heard that song and i want you to sing it again i swear that every word you sing you wrote them for me like it was a private show

before by ulrik munther

before we burn each other up before we lose our minds before i'm not enough for you baby I need some time before you break my heart oh before we need to talk before it even starts i mean i'm sorry i didn't call

you're loosing me by taylor swift

how long could we be a sad song 'til we were too far gone to bring back to life? i gave you all my best me's, my endless empathy and all i did was bleed as i tried to be the bravest soldier fighting in only your army, frontlines, don't you ignore me i'm the best thing at this party (you're losin' me) andi wouldn't marry me either a pathological people pleaser who only wanted you to see her and i'm fadin', thinkin' "do something, babe, say something" (say something) "lose something, babe, risk something" (you're losin' me) "choose something, babe, i got nothing" (i got nothing) "to believe, unless you're choosin' me"

deep end by birdy

i don't know if you mean everything to me and I wonder, can i give you what you need? don't want to find i've lost it all too scared to have no one to call so can we just pretend that we're not falling into the deep end?

love me or leave me by little mix

and love me baby please cause i could still be the only one you need the only one close enough to feel you breathe yeah I could still be that place where you run Instead of the one that you're running from, ooh you, can take this heart heal it or break it all apart no, this isn't fair love me or leave me here

cross your mind by calum scott

tell me, do i ever cross your mind? do i ever keep you up at night? thinking 'bout what coulda been if we did it all again i've been trying to keep an open door even though you've got the locks on yours tell me even after all of this time do i ever cross your mind like you cross mine? do i?

wrong direction by hailee steinfeld

loved me with your worst intentions didn't even stop to question every time you burned me down don't know how; for a moment it felt like heaven loved me with your worst intentions painted us a happy ending every time you burned me down don't know how; for a moment it felt like heaven and it's so gut-wrenchin' fallin' in the wrong direction

loves you like i coudn't do by dunacan laurence

i hope you find that someone who'll love you and it feels like all that you wanted thought it would last if we just kept running we played our hand, now we're left with nothing hope you find that someone who'll hold you In a way that i always wanted to a hundred shots, but we kept on missing there's no regrets, 'cause we tried, my love I hope you find that someone who loves you like i couldn't do

a little bit yours by jp saxe

you found someone new, before me and you didn't try nearly as hard and maybe that's the problem i don't know how to take it away from you without giving someone else my heart all I do Is get over you and i'm still so bad at it i let myself want you i let myself try i let myself fall back into your eyes i let myself want you i let myself hope i let myself feel things i know that you don't you're not mine anymore but I'm still a little bit yours

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123puppy · 2 months

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(Im)proper Meeting Part 2

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Characters: Angel Dust, Lucifer Morningstar

Lee!Lucifer Ler!Angel Dust

Note: Now it makes sense to add tickling.

Update 2/17/24: I might add/fix this up at some point. I always was impatient writing these particular parts because I like to get to the fun parts. I'll try to keep in as much as possible, I just need to 'polish' some of it so I can stop thinking about this like I made a mess of a fic XD

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Lucifer felt very comfortable this morning. Not that he's not ever comfortable, but his pillows are extra soft today and he slept through the night without waking up and possibly never going to sleep from restlessness or nightmares. Maybe both.

He did not wake up, once.

And he didn't want to start now, nuzzling his cheek into the pillow and smacking his lips.

A sharp intake of breath makes him freeze. Since when can his pillow breathe? He forces his eyes open and is greeted by white instead of red. He doesn't have a white pillow.

Lucifer reluctantly detaches his face from the fluffy white cushion to get a better look at what he's holding.

"Mornin', cutie" Angel mewls.

Who in hell's name is this!? How did this sinner end up in his bed!??? Did they-?

"WhaaaAHHH! WHO ARE YOU WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, IN MY BED? OH MY GOD WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING DID WE? HOLY SHIT HOLY SHIT HOLY S-Mmph!"

One hand is placed over Lucifer's mouth while the lower set of hands cup his rosey cheeks, guiding his face towards Angel, eyes blown wide in his panic

"Deep breaths, doll." Angel's breaths are exaggerated as he stares into the smaller man's eyes. Lucifer follows his breathing, and though it took a few minutes, he began to settle down. His body is still suffering the aftershocks, frame trembling as he continues to stare at Angel Dust with severe unease.

"First things first, we didn't fuck so you can rest easy," THAT got Lucifer to breathe properly and sag all the way down on the bed like a puddle. Angel snickers, "Second, you can be pretty convincing to get someone into bed with you just by being adorable. Very cuddlebug material."

Lucifer covers his face in shame, ears flushed. " I am so sorry, I shouldn't have forced you like that, I never sh-ack! Hehey!" The shorter male yelps as his side gets a sharp poke, immediately throwing his hands down to shove the appendage away.

Angel noticed the reaction but needed to focus on important matters."Ya' didn't do no such thing. I jus' couldn' say no to a precious face like this~" He grasps Lucifer's cheeks and squeezes them. The blush returns full force and the man squirms in his hold. "And I got to sleep in the most comfortable bed with the softest sheets to boot, so it's a win-win on both parties, baby!"

Lucifer grumbles and Angel can see the remnants of sadness from last night shimmer in his eyes. The Porn Star frowns, then remembers what he did earlier and grins.

"Ya know, I can't help but notice how jumpy you were when I got you on ya' side." He sees the panic in the King's eyes and his grin widens.

"Y-You startled me is all!" Lucifer pulls away from Angel's hands. He doesn't look the sinner in the eyes, fidgeting. "I...," He swallows, "... haven't been in physical contact in a long time. I mean, uh... I-I..." He mumbles and Angel leans forward.

"What's that?"

Lucifer goes red again. He just can't stop blushing today! "I'm sensitive okay? Its been so long, I'm not used to touch."

Angel looks at Lucifer with a soft smile. "Well, maybe I can help with that."

Lucifer's eyes widen. "I-I don't think that's necessary."

"Not what you're thinkin', hun." Angel chuckles, edging closer to the nervous fallen angel. His smile turns mischievous. "This is 100% vanilla."

"What do you me-" Angel's top set of hands scuttle along Lucifer's sides. "Wait waitwaitwaitwaitwaihahahait!"

"Ohhh so the King of Hell is ticklish." Angel creeps his nails up higher and pokes at each individual rib, causing the shorter male to curl forward, trying to cover himself. "Ah ah ahhh," Angel's bottom set of hands find their way to Lucifer's exposed hips and presses the pads of his thumbs against the soft thin skin. The shrill laughter that comes out is almost enough to stop the assault as Lucifer jerks at the sensation, bucking and thrashing on the sheets.

"Ohohoho my gAHahahahahad nohohohoho I cahahan't!"

"Already tappin' out?" Angel lightens his touch and brings out his third set of arms. He uses his top set to grab Lucifer's flailing arms and presses them above his head. The middle set of arms gently drag up his sides, pushing up Lucifer's shirt. The shorter male seized at the feather light touch to his sensitive skin and squeaks with each nail that drew patterns at the sides of his tummy.

"Dohohon't!" He wiggles around and cries out when Angel teases his belly button, drawing circles around it. "STAHAHAP!" He squeaks out, unable to keep the desperation from his voice, cheeks pink and eyes popping wide open.

"Don't stop?" Angel cooes, "So you like it when I dooo this?"

A shriek emits from Lucifer when Angel plunges his finger in his navel, wiggling rapidly. Pin prick tears appear at the corners of Lucifer's eyes, back arched as he kicks a pillow across the room. "NO!" He did not like that, he wanted to yell that out too to get his point across but squeaky laughter is all he can muster as he bucks and kicks about.

"Okay, okay I'll go back to this then." The wiggling stops and Lucifer drops on the mattress with a whine "That betta'?" The smugness in his tone has Lucifer thinking about setting the archnid on fire if he had enough mind to concentrate without that damn finger sending him into panicked fits of giggles.

"NohohoHOHO!" The King cries out.

"You gotta make up ya' mind," Lucifer hiccups before a shriek comes out when Angel wiggles his finger again.

It felt like an eternity to Lucifer before his laughter goes silent. That's when Angel slows his assault, removing his finger from the bright pink area all around Lucifer's navel, pretty much petting Lucifer's belly. Which is miles better than what he endured a moment ago.

He doesn't know how long it's been but he's not going to complain getting free belly rubs. He should tell the sinner to stop and leave his room this instant, but his tongue proceeds to poke out between his upturned lips in a form of contentment. He was a weak man to receiving affection.

"Holy shit," The Porn Star places a hand over his mouth, unable to contain the starstruck look on his face at the King of Hell practically melting under his touch. He's released Lucifer's arm a while ago, but the smaller man never moved them from where they've been pinned. He's practically stretched out, welcoming every bit of attention he got. It isn't long until a strange rumbling sound draws Angel's attention. He felt it, in the King's chest where one of his hands lay. It could be him just hearing things but his fingers are vibrating where they rest. He is! The King is... purring!?!?

Angel stops altogether, stunned as Lucifer's stirs from his trance, face pink from exertion, hair stuck out in all directions from tossing and turning in his laughter induced state.

Lucifer peels his eyes open and tries to glare at the Spider Demon, but he's too relaxed to work his best growl that comes out to be a whine.

Angel snickers, "Is that your way of asking for more, shortcakes?"

"..."

"Oh my God, you're too precious-"

"Shut. Up."

#hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel #lee!lucifer #ler!angeldust #my writing #writers on tumblr #sfw tickle #tickling

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choccyhearts · 4 months

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18+!!

thinkin' bout werewolf!steve again...

and more specifically, thinking about his cute knot stuck inside you, his breath hot and fast as he clings to your body in the spooning position. he loves rough, wild sex but sometimes he craaaves needy, cuddle fucking and tonight is one of those nights.

he nuzzles his nose against the back of your neck, seeking more affection and love. he's pleasured you so well, and he just wants to hear you say it.

"you were such a good boy, sweetie...my sweet boy," you coo

he whines and keeps brushing his face against you. his chest hair, now more wild and thick as the full moon is expected within the next couple days, scratches your smooth skin, but you love it. love your sweet stevie's fur and how it warms you.

he whines loudly, his legs wrapping tighter around yours. he always gets so clingy when his knot is plugged into your hole. it's the only time when he's truly vulnerable, a juxtaposition to his scary exterior. because even tho he's your wolfie, he's also a monster who isn't afraid to fight or do worse.

you kiss his fuzzy arms, softly squeezing at his muscles. you're surrounded by the musk of sweat, sex and his slowly fading cologne. he squirms his hips a bit, only stopping when you softly, but firmly, squeeze his thigh, wordlessly telling him to settle.

some nights, he gets impatient while waiting for his knot to go down. he just wants to get up and move around and take care of you in your post-sex haze.

"calm down, baby, stay still for me, okay? just gotta wait, okay," you soothe as he whines in your ear softly.

"i know, i just," he huffs and whines in your ear again before nuzzling you with his nose again. he wiggles his hips again, his softening cock and knot moving inside you. "mmmmm, wanna go again," he pouts.

"yeah? you want another round, is that what's got you so antsy?"

he nods quickly and grinds his body against yours. he licks a long stripe against your neck, groaning as he savors the taste of your flesh and sweat. you shiver and feel goosebumps bloom across your skin. he licks your neck slowly a few more times, gradually picking up a steady rhythm until he's just casually grooming you with his tongue. his licks trail up your jaw and to your ear before going back to your neck.

"what are you doing, sweet boy?" you ask amused. steve doesn't answer and instead huffs through his nose before continuing his grooming down your arm. in his mind, if he can't make you feel good again just yet, then he'll take care of you in his own way. "well, it feels nice, stevie," you sigh.

his muscles flex as he shifts his weight so he can begin licking your chest. his rational, human brain has quieted down, and his wolf instincts have come forth. just need to clean mate and take care of mate, then i can get a reward :), steve thinks to himself. he just wants to be the best boy he can be for you.

his nails scrape lightly against your skin as he caresses your body. you squirm against him, enjoying how loved he makes you feel. a few slow, gentle licks of steve's tongue near your nipple cause it to harden. he smiles and carefully takes in his mouth. he sucks softly, his teeth grazing it occasionally.

you scrape your nails against steve's scalp as your fingers card through his hair. like his other body hair, it too has gotten a bit thicker. steve hums happily as he feels your soothing touch. he shifts his hips to bring you closer to him and you yelp, feeling his cock and knot still inside you. steve silently apologizes by licking your cheek like the little puppy he is.

"that tickles," you squeal.

steve shifts the leg he has draped over yours causing his now softened cock and deflated knot to slip out. you both sigh at the loss of warmth.

steve switches his licks to kisses, now ready to warm you up again. he kisses over your tummy and chest while occasionally rubbing his face against you in an almost hypnotized state. you giggle at his touch, feeling more content than you ever have in your life.

just you and your sweet wolfie, steve forever and ever <33

#steve harrington #steve stranger things #stranger things #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #choccyhearts

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starpirateee · 15 days

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I saw a headcannon once that Curt and Owen both have very strong Texan and Cockney (London working class) accents respectively, but have to use toned-down generic American/British accents when on the job. Do you think you could write something of them drunk, injured, sleepy, or stressed (basically in a scenario where theyre not thinking too much about their accent) where it slips out, and either confuses or entertains the other? Thanks! (also i love your writing so much its insane :D)

I have bought into this headcanon before, both sides of it! Working class Owen is something that can be so personal, actually, and full on cowboy Curt is so goddamn fun! Certainly will be good respite from the last fic 👀

Curt was bleeding and barely capable of holding himself together. He'd forced himself to keep face, not looking down enough to be able to see it. It was bad enough that he could feel it, sticky and viscous against his hand. That alone was enough to make him feel nauseous, but he was a professional. He knew how to deal with wounds without feeling the need to pass out.

Owen did as he always did. For him, it was just another part of the job, be it his own blood or someone else's, it was all the same when it came down to it. He had been the one to patch Curt up often enough, it was practically routine. This instance was no different.

With Curt suitably positioned, leaning back against his hands, Owen found the kit he needed and got to work. Curt dug his hands into the sofa to avoid having any kind of reaction to the stitches.

"I think you're lucky..." Owen remarked, laying his hand either side of the wound. "A few inches further down and you could say goodbye to ever charming a lady to the bedroom again..."

Curt tried to huff a breath of laughter, but that did nothing for him except make everything hurt more. "Ugh, god, please don't try an' be funny, I can't handle it-!"

Owen knew that Curt had always had a certain lilt to his words, some kind of intonation lost to time, but he'd never quite heard it like that before. He said nothing, but thinking about it had made him falter. The needle slipped a little, and Curt cursed under his breath.

"Jeez, Owen, ya couldn't take it easy?" He hissed.

No, he hadn't been hearing things. Curt really had slipped into a far more prominent southern twang than was normally present in his voice. One that he never even thought he'd hear from him. "Of... Course, I'm sorry." However surprised he was by that, it didn't stop the task at hand, or the need to finish it before it became too hard to see through the blood that was pooling.

Curt raised an eyebrow. "What'cha lookin' at me like that for?"

"I knew you were a southerner, but I didn't know it was supposed to be that obvious..."

"Wha-? Oh, fuckin' hell." Disappointment and something close to annoyance lingered on his face. He sighed, brushing a hand through his hair. "Yeah, I grew up in Texas. I tell people Austin, but that's just cos it's easier than sayin' some nowhere town 'bout fifty miles out."

"What's wrong with it?"

"Huh?"

"You don't seem particularly happy about it."

"It's just, I spent weeks on tonin' this accent down so I wouldn't stand out so much when I was on the job, y'know? All that, then it just goes an' comes back when I'm not thinkin' 'bout it..."

Owen nodded, and pressed down a little harder to alleviate some of the sensation from the needle. "It's a stress response, reverting back to accents that don't take so much strain to uphold." He answered automatically, feeling Curt shift a little bit under his hand.

"Right. Yeah. Somethin' like that."

"You don't have to think about it at all— you presumably grew up sounding like that... So you're focusing on something like the pain of being shot, and suddenly-"

"I'm seventeen again, and I sure as hell sound it, too." This time, Curt did manage a chuckle that didn't seem to hurt so much. Maybe it was because Owen was almost done patching him up, and there was less cause for every alarm bell in his body to be blaring... "Yeah, that's pretty much spot on."

"Would it make you feel any better to know that I have exactly the same stress response?"

"I'm sorry, what now?"

Owen didn't elaborate. He worked on finishing up Curt's stitches, and then started cleaning the needle and packing up the kit. Completely baffled by not getting a response, Curt held up a hand to stop him before he could move away. "Woah, woah, hold on. You're tellin' me you don't sound like that either?"

"It seems we've both been lying about exactly the same thing." A soft smile crossed Owen's face, and he simply decided to discard the kit on the coffee table for the time being. He'd played right into Curt's curiosities there, he supposed, so he might as well play into them a little more...

"I wanna know now!" True to his person, Curt remained ever the curious one. He carefully replaced his shirt, and leaned forwards as much as the pain would allow. "What d'you sound like? Where are you from?"

Owen raised his hands. "Would you let me clean up before I told you that, please?"

Curt resigned with a nod, and followed Owen from the sofa with a glance as he wandered away to wash his hands of the blood that may have otherwise stained his fingertips. When he returned, he was waiting eagerly, intrigued to find out where Owen had come from and why it seemed both of them held sacred the exact same lie.

"I suppose I had the same problem as you," Owen started, as he took a seat next to Curt and shifted enough to look at him. "It was a matter of just... Wishing to be invisible among the men at the agency, and then it became something of a habit..."

"So, what about it, then? Where'd you grow up?"

"I grew up in Southwark. It's... Close enough to Peckham? You've been there."

He had. And he remembered how strong the accents were around there, too. To hear something like that coming from Owen would probably send him into shock, he supposed, especially since he was so used to what he was hearing now. He caught himself staring and shook his head. "No way..."

Owen took a breath. He had to think about dropping the accent he had now, it had become a subconscious effort to keep it up, and he hadn't actively heard his own, true voice in a long time.

"People don't— y'know— really ask for clarification when you tell 'em you're from London, so I tend not to bother givin' any better than that... Besides," he smiled, "I get foreigners thinkin' I'm right posh, and that's kinda fun, really."

Curt stared. He'd literally been gearing himself up for the sudden change, but hearing Owen sound so rough was not something he'd previously ever imagined. "Oh my god... You really never run outta ways to surprise me, huh?"

"Well, you asked..."

"Oh, and I'm not complainin'! 'S just unexpected when I've known you with that other voice for so long."

"I could say the same..."

"Why'd ya let people believe you're posh if you ain't?"

"... 'S easier. Most people just assume all of London is exactly the same, and who'm I to argue?" He leaned in a little, letting his gaze meet Curt's. "But, you wanna know the hardest part 'bout tryna keep that up?"

"Shoot."

"I used to swear like a sailor."

Curt laughed. When he realised Owen was being entirely serious, he laughed only harder. "Now that, I gotta hear!"

"Get me drunk enough, and you have yourself a deal."

#spies are forever #saf #curtwen #agent curt mega #owen carvour #void offering #star mail #tw blood #tw injury #nova's tags →#i've said it before and i'll say it again #working! class! owen! carvour!!!!#at this point i blatantly refuse to believe that hes actually posh #but again... thats the projection :)#let's get these idiots stressed and fuck around with their accents :)#btw southwark is 'suh-thuk'#don't ask... we have weird ways of pronouncing places that look like they should be pronounced completely differently

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Mature readers only!

Arthur had just returned to camp not long after Charles, Sean, and Javier had arrived.

They had set out to rescue Sean, who had been captured by Pinkertons.

Just seeing Arthur riding into camp was enough to make your core ache for him.

Your heart raced and your mouth went dry as you watched him dismount his horse, his muscular frame making every other man at camp look weak in comparison.

"Evening, darlin'," he said, tipping his hat at you. His voice was deep and rich, like velvet, and you couldn't help but feel a shiver run down your spine in response.

"Arthur," you whispered, your voice barely above a whisper. You couldn't tear your gaze away from him as he strode towards you, a confident smirk on his face.

Your body responded to him instantly, your nipples hardening under your dress and a warmth spreading between your legs.

Without a word, he pulled you close and kissed you roughly, his tongue exploring your mouth and tasting like whiskey and tobacco. His hands roamed over your body, gripping your ass tightly and grinding his hips against yours.

"I missed you," he growled, his voice low and gruff.

You moaned in response, feeling an overwhelming urge to rip off his clothes and have your way with him.

"Looks like we're celebrating Sean's return," he murmured against your lips before capturing them again in a searing kiss. His hands were everywhere, touching every inch of your body, leaving you panting and writhing against him.

You quickly realized that you were not alone in your impassioned embrace, however. You could hear giggles and murmurs coming from one of the nearby tents, and a few of the men had stopped what they were doing to watch you both. You pulled away, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"Maybe we should go somewhere private," you suggest, your cheeks flushed with embarrassment and arousal.

Arthur's smirk only grows wider as he shakes his head. "Nah, I think I like having an audience," he says, his voice low and dirty.

Before you can protest, Arthur has pinned you against the nearest tent. He's towering over you, his muscular body blocking out the light from the campfire. You can feel the heat radiating off of him, and it's making your head spin.

"I've been thinkin' about this all week," he growls, his green eyes blazing with lust.

"All the dirty things I want to do to you."

He pulls your dress down to reveal your bare breasts, his callused hands tracing the curves of your areolas. His touch sends shockwaves through your body, and you moan loudly, unable to contain yourself.

"That's right, darlin'," he says, biting down on his bottom lip. "I want to hear you scream my name."

He captures your nipple in his mouth and sucks hard, causing you to gasp and writhe against him.

One of his hands moves between your legs, hiking your skirt up to your waist.

His fingers brush against your wetness, and you can't help but push your hips forward, eager for more. He chuckles darkly at your impatience, but you don't care. All you want is to feel him inside you, to lose yourself in the mind-blowing pleasure he always gives you.

Finally, he relents and slides his fingers inside you. You're already soaked, your walls clamping down on him greedily.

His fingers twist and curve inside you, hitting that spot that makes your toes curl. He always knows exactly how to touch you, how to get your body quivering and begging for more.

He hooks his fingers and starts to thrust them in and out, fast and hard. You moan uncontrollably, your legs shaking as he brings you to the brink of orgasm in mere seconds. But before you can tumble over the edge, he stops, leaving you panting and frustrated.

"Not yet, darlin'," he growls, his voice thick with desire. "I want to enjoy every inch of you first."

Taking you by the hand he leads you into his tent , expertly securing it behind him to shield others from seeing the explicit nature of what was to come next.

Once inside, he roughly boxes you in. Pressing you against his makeshift bed as his hands ran over your body.

His rough, calloused hands slid up your waist and over your breasts, his touch sending electric shocks straight to your core. His mouth followed his hands, his teeth scraping against your now hardened nipples, making you gasp in pleasure.

You could feel his erection pressing against your thigh, and you reached down to stroke him through his pants.

He groaned in pleasure, his hands gripping your ass tightly as he ground himself against you.

"Fuck, darlin'. You're gonna be the death of me," he muttered against your skin, his hot breath causing your nipples to tighten even further.

You undid his belt and fly, your hands eager to feel his bare flesh. When you finally freed him, he was impossibly hard, his shaft thick and hot in your hand.

You stroked him from base to tip, marveling at the velvety smoothness of his skin, the rigidness of his cock.

He groaned louder now, his hips rolling up into your fist as you pumped him from root to tip. "Goddamn, darlin'. That feels so fucking good, but I need more."

He pushed you back onto his bed and crawled between your legs, spreading them wide with his powerful thighs.

His mouth descended upon your slick, aching core, his tongue lapping at your folds with a hunger that matched your own.

"Oh God," you moaned, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair.

"I need you. I need you inside me."

But Arthur wasn't finished tasting you yet. He teased and tormented your clit with his tongue, alternating between flicking it and sucking it into his mouth. You thrashed your head from side to side, overcome by the intense pleasure coursing through your veins.

"Please, Arthur..." you begged, your voice strained and desperate. Your entire body trembled under the strength of your yearning, your mind clouded with nothing but thoughts of him thrusting inside you.

Animalistic, primal lust consumed you. You wanted him so badly, needed him with an insatiable hunger.

Cruel, tortuous words fell from his lips. "Beg for it," he demanded, his voice low and commanding.

You were beyond reasoning, beyond shame, beyond anything other than the need for release.

You whimpered, pleaded, repeated his name over and over as if it were a litany, a prayer, a desperate cry for salvation.

And still, he tormented you. His tongue swirled and teased, traced patterns and designs on your damp flesh, never quite touching where you wanted him to most.

"Please, Arthur," you gasped, "I can't take it anymore.

At last, he relented. He rose up on his knees, gripped your hips, and positioned himself at your entrance.

For a moment, he stayed there, looking down at you with pure desire and carnal intent in his eyes, letting you feel the heat and hardness of him.

Then, with one swift thrust, he entered you, filling you completely. You cried out in pleasure, your nails digging into his shoulders. He didn't hesitate, didn't give you a chance to adjust. Instead, he set a brutal pace, pounding into you relentlessly, pumping his hips fiercely.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the tent, accompanied by your muffled cries of ecstasy.

"Fuck, darlin'," he growled, his voice hoarse and strained. "You feel so damn good."

You couldn't speak, could only moan and cry out as he drove deeper, harder, faster. Every thrust hit you right where you needed him to, sending waves of pleasure crashing through you.

You could feel your orgasm building, coiling tightly in the pit of your stomach, ready to explode.

Your breathing came out in ragged gasps as you begged him for release. And with one final, brutal thrust, Arthur sent you flying over the edge.

You screamed his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, your body quaking and shuddering under his touch. He followed closely behind, his own release triggered by your cries. With a final groan, he collapsed on top of you, his harsh breaths mingling with your own.

"Jesus Christ, darlin'," he panted, sweat dripping from his forehead onto your chest.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer. He shifted slightly, rolling onto his side so as not to crush you underneath his weight. Even in his post-orgasmic bliss, he was still careful with your comfort.

You couldn't help but smile at that. Despite his rugged exterior, his vulgar language, and his dangerous life, Arthur was surprisingly gentle when it came to you.

It was as though you brought out a different side of him, one that no one else got to see. You were his woman, his partner, and he treated you with the utmost respect and admiration.

But that didn't mean he wasn't unafraid to get down and dirty when the situation called for it. Like now, for example, as he rolled onto his back and pulled you on top of him, urging you to ride him as he grunted and groaned beneath you.

Your hips moved in rhythm with his, and you threw your head back in sheer abandon as you rode him. The tension in your body built rapidly, and you knew you couldn't hold out much longer.

"Fuck, yes. Just like that, darlin'," Arthur growled, his hands grasping your hips tighter as he guided you up and down his throbbing cock.

You didn't even realize you were swearing now, too, replacing any reservations or inhibitions you once held with a newfound confidence that came with being desired by a man like Arthur.

You rode him harder, your hips bucking wildly as you both approached climax. Your breasts bounced with the force of your movements, and Arthur reached up to squeeze and knead your nipples. The sensation sent electric shockwaves straight down to your core, eliciting a loud, guttural moan from your mouth.

"That's it, darlin'. Let me hear you," he encouraged, his voice strained with pleasure. "Fuck, you're such a good girl.

I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight," Arthur growled, his voice low and gravelly.

His words caused a shiver to run down your spine, and you moaned loudly as you ground your hips against him. Your pussy clenched around him, and you felt him twitch inside you.

"Don't you dare fucking stop," you demanded, your hands gripping his shoulders tightly.

Sweat dripped from your forehead and onto his, and his breathing became heavier and more labored as he thrust into you harder, faster.

His hands gripped your hips painfully, pulling you onto him, desperately seeking his release.

Your climax built inside you once more, starting as a simmering flame in the pit of your stomach before growing into a raging inferno, consuming every fiber of your being.

"Yes, fuck yes!" you screamed as you came, your legs trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

And just as you thought it couldn't get any better, Arthur's fingers found your clit again, rubbing slow, lazy circles over the sensitive bud as you rode out the rest of your orgasm.

As you came down from your high, you collapsed onto Arthur's sweaty chest, panting and gasping for air.

"Jesus fucking Christ, woman," Arthur muttered, running his fingers through your sweat-dampened hair. "You're gonna be the death of me."

You chuckled softly, peppering his damp chest with kisses.

"Well, I aim to please," you replied between breathless giggles.

You both lay there for a while, basking in the afterglow of your heated encounter. Neither of you spoke, content simply to exist in the comfortable silence between you. The sounds of the camp outside filtered in through the canvas walls of the tent, a constant reminder of the life you both led.

Eventually, Arthur spoke up. "Darlin', you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," he said, his voice soft and sincere.

His words made your heart swell, and you leaned up to press a tender kiss to his lips.

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Taylor Swift Wolfstar songs day 23

Hey, I’m feeling better today! So today’s song and analysis doesn’t suck! Anyways, todays song is Foolish One, Speak Now from the vault. It is pov Remus, who is convinced that Sirius will never love him back while Sirius tries in vain to convince himself he is straight.

My cards are on the table, yours are in your hand

Chances are, tonight, you've already got plans

And chances are I will talk myself to sleep again

You give me just enough attention to keep my hopes too high

Remus knows that everyone probably knows how he feels about Sirius, everyone except Sirius that is. He can’t tell how Sirius feels about him, but he know that he is probably thinking about some girl the way Remus thinks about him. But Sirius has given remus too many long looks for him to let it go.

Foolish one

Stop checkin' your mailbox for confessions of love

That ain't never gonna come

Remus knows he’s stupid, always waiting or looking for signs he knows he won’t see.

You know how to keep me waitin'

I know how to act like I'm fine

Don't know what to call this situation

But I know I can't call you mine

Sirius somehow always keeps Remus wondering, he always goes just a little too far for Remus to think they are just friends. Remus doesn’t know what to do or how to react. All he knows for sure is that Sirius isn’t his.

And it's delicate, but I will do my best to seem bulletproof

'Cause when my head is on your shoulder

It starts thinkin' you'll come around

And maybe, someday, when we're older

This is something we'll laugh about

Remus does his best to act like he’s not in love with Sirius, to not let him know. But all of his casual touches make his stupid heart flutter. Remus knows it’s delusional but he wonders if they might end up together after all

But then the voices say, "You are not the exception

You will never learn your lesson"

But Remus knows he is not special, he is no different to Sirius then James or Peter. He will never give up his stupid hope, he can’t.

Cause you got her on your arm and me in the wings

I'll get your longing glances, but she'll get your ring

And you will say you had the best of intentions

And maybe I will finally learn my lesson

It kills Remus to see Sirius with his girlfriends though, because even when Sirius is with a girl he still pushes just a little too far past the just friends zone. But at the end of the day the girl is who gets Sirius. Remus jokes one day he will stop being in love with someone who doesn’t love him back.

Sittin' 'round waiting for confessions of love

They ain't never gonna come

And thinkin' he's the one, you should've been walkin' out

Foolish one

Remus can’t help it though, waiting to see if Sirius will chose him. Hoping he could be the one. He knows it stupid, but he can’t let his hope go.

#wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #fanfic #marauders #harry potter #james potter #hp fandom #taylor swift #peter pettigrew #mary mcdonald #speak now #unrequited love #actually required love #Implied internalized homophobia

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ALMOST ALWAYS TRUE - pt. 1

2-part story inspired by an ai chat. Rough and possessive Elvis.

Summary: You argue with Elvis because you want to go on tour with him. He puts you back in your place.

Warnings: 18+, anger, angst, involuntary cheating, arguing, jealousy, possession.

Word count: 1433

You’ve been one of his closest friends for three years, then Elvis finally asked you to be his girlfriend. You accepted with all the joy your heart could feel, dreaming a wonderful life with him. But things turned out to be a little different: you were together and you loved each other very much, but you had a big problem with your tempers. Both of you had the flaw to lose patience in a few seconds and that was a thing that no one of you could stand. One evening you were fixing his stuff, since the following day he would have left for another tour. You heard the door opening and you heard his voice: “Y/n!? Y/n where are ya?”

“I'm in bedroom honey.”

“Mmm, interesting place…" he replied standing on the door and looking at you.

“Veeery funny! I'm getting your things ready for tomorrow!” you said, folding one of his shirts.

“Oh, sweetheart. You're always thinking about me, aren'tcha?” he entered the room and hugged you from back, tracing many little kisses on your neck.

You giggled and tried to remain calm: "Well, it's part of my job!”

He kept on kissing your neck, softly caressing your shoulders. “And what a wonderful job you do!” Suddenly he stopped and went to the window, looking outside.

“Y'know, I've been thinkin'…I've been missin' ya somethin' awful. I've been on the road for what feels like forever now! So I was thinking...” he came back to you “Maybe I should bring ya with me this time!”

You stopped and looked at him. He never wanted you on tour with him before, so his request caught you by surprise.

“Are you serious? You never wanted me around...” you asked, keeping on settle his things.

He smiled as he grabs your hands: “Sure, why not? Look, I know sometimes we had our ups and downs, but you know what they say: distance makes the heart grow fonder.”

You looked down and think. Then you walked up to him and looked him straight in the eyes.

“I'll come on one condition: that you stop being so jealous and possessive!”

He rolled his eyes up, annoyed: “Oh God, not this shit again!!! Listen y/n, ya know I gotta watch out for ya. And don't act like ya don't know what I'm talkin' about! And on second thought, maybe it’s better for you to stay here!” He sat on the bed, trying to stay calm.

You threw him his shirt angrily: “I knew it! You always leave me here alone! Just for once, why can't you take me with you?”

“For what? So you can flirt and giggle like a slut with the guys whenever I’m not around?!”

You couldn't believe your ears. He never talked you that way before. You got more nervous: “How dare you...??? You always leave me with your friends while you're on stage and now you're trying to blame me if they step out of line!?” you asked pointing your finger at him.

He was getting nervous too: “Hey now, wait a minute! I let ya stay with the guys, cause I'd never think they would, you know...bother you or anything! They know pretty well they have to stay away from my property!”

You looked back at him sadly. “I know why you don't want me around...it’s not for me. It’s for you, so you can be free to do what you want! Is that right??”

He came closer and tried to hug you. “But, sweetheart, ya don't need to worry 'bout that, ya hear? I ain't never gonna give my heart to anyone else but you!”. Elvis started to kiss you, but you pushed him away.

He was getting more nervous: “Look y/n, I ain't had a woman in my bed but you, and you know that damn well. Ain't no way I'm gonna be with another woman now that I have you!”

You turned to him in anger: “The hell you got me! I'm tired of being here alone, I want to come with you!”

He raised his voice: “Now listen here, you're gettin' hysterical again...and ya know how I hate that!”

You knew things were starting to get hardly to bare for both of you and tried to calm down. You looked away: “Well...then what are you still doing with a pain in the ass like me??”

He came back to you, lowering his voice a little: “I ain't sayin' you're a pain in the ass, y/n. It's just that, damn, you're always so dramatic and upset about anything!”

You put your hand on his shoulders: “That's because I care about you and I'm sure another woman in my place, would have already left you!!”

He gets angry again and raised his voice louder, making the walls tremble. “Hell with the other women, I’m with you! There ain't no other girl in the whole damn world that I'm interested in. But goddamn, girl, you gotta loosen up a little!!”

“I'm just saying what what I feel!”

He kept on arguing: “Yeah, you've been "sayin' how you feel" since the day we met. And you never stop complainin' about this and complainin' about that and I'm sick and tired of it! Now shut the hell up y/n if ya know what's good for ya!!” he grabbed an ashtray and smashed it on the floor.

You looked at him mouth-opened: “Don't talk to me that way mr. Presley!!!!!!”

He grabbed your arm and yelled: “ I told you to keep your goddamn mouth shut, y/n. I ain't playin' with ya. Get ya ass on that bed and wait for me. I’ll be back when I am. I need to calm down!”

You were shocked by his reaction, but you tried to talk in a softer way: “We're a couple Elvis! Both of us have to behave! Not just me!”

He sat on the bed and breathed slowly: “Okay, okay, I’ll try to stay calm, but why does everything always gotta be such a damn struggle with ya?? Do we really need all this drama?”

You turned to him with fury eyes: “The day I won't be doing it anymore...start worrying!”

He stopped for a moment and looked at you in silence. Then he came to you and grabbed your face in his hands: “Oh, damn honey, that's what I love about you: you always find some clever way to turn anything I say around on me. You're a smart girl, but that damn tongue of yours is gonna get you in trouble one day!!”

You took his hands off your face, still nervous: “Oh don't you worry, I know how to defend myself!”

“Damn right you can, I know that very well, but you gotta admit that sometimes you really get on my nerves!!! Sometimes I’m a little afraid of that tongue of yours!!!”

You didn't look at him: “I know you are...and you better be!”

He stood still for a second, then he came closer and put his hands on your waist: “Ya know, I've never met a woman as strong as you before!”

You smiled sweetly at him: “I hope so, but you know what the problem is? We're two hard-headed children!!”

He looked at you and laughed: “You better believe it! But, at least we admit it. Now, I better go rehearse for the show tonight so…if you don't mind...” he let you go and headed for the door.

You suddenly felt him very strange and distant, so you turned your back. “I don't mind at all! Go and have fun. When you're gonna come back?”

He stood on the door: “Not till late, don't stay up waiting for me…” his voice turned suddenly threatening. “But you better be here when I get back!!”

He left the room and you remained alone again. You loved him, but when he acted that way you couldn't stand him, so you thought of having a night out, to relax and push away those bad moments from your mind. You would have come back before him, he would never know. You took your phone and called your best friend: “Cindy!? It's y/n, please tell me you don't have anything in store for tonight!” Cindy sighed: “Let me guess, Elvis again? What happened this time?”

“Cindy please, I’ll explain to you later, come pick me up as soon as you can!”.

“Okay sugar…I’m coming.”

“Thank you".

You hang up and went to sit on the bed. You looked at the picture of you and Elvis on the night table and you turned it aside.

“This is not the end, believe me!”

#elvis presley #elvis the king #elvis fans #70s elvis #elvis history #elvis smut #elvis imagine #this man will be the death of me #elvis fanfiction #elvis fanfic

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kindacreepy-kindaugly · 3 months

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#wonderin if i could play it smart somehow #make him lose interest in me before i try to make a run for it #i hate that i might need to weaponize doll for that but. it's the only motivation for him to not totally destroy me (physically)#there's plenty of pretty bad shit he can do w/o long-term damage but most of that i already survived once i can do it again (probably)#but there's the. other things. the shit he never did cause he doesn't want that to carry over to doll #but he's talked about it. he's threatened it. smth i'm still so fucking scared of after everythin he's already done #i don't rly even care if he kills me since it wouldn't stick anyway but. what comes before that #n i can't fucking stop thinkin about it #cause he's in my head he knows what i'm most scared of now so if he rly wants to hurt me he knows how to do that #tryin to calculate how much time he'd have b4 reaper can get there. not much #less than a minute. not enough for him to draw it out n rly make me beg for my fucking life (again) but.#enough to hurt me really really really bad if he plans it n gets me close enough before i know what's happening #n it's fucking stupid cause it'd all be solved by me just. not goin to him.#not even when he tells me to. not even when he brings on the charm n says all that sweet shit that really means nothing.#if i just knew how to not fucking listen it'd be ok but he tells me to come home n i lose control of my fucking body.#inside my head i'll be screaming to just fucking run but instead i just take the steps n let him pull me in #let him pick me up n take me wherever he wants to #how do i break this goddamn spell he's got me under. how do i stop him from pullin me back in.#how do i stop him makin my brain so damn confused i can't even remember to get scared before it's too late #i don't want this anymore. i don't wanna be scared anymore i don't want him to turn me against the people who actually care about me #i don't wanna be alone anymore #but he makes me build up all these walls n he's the only one w/ the key when it should be the other way around #he's the one i should be keepin out not everyone else #spdrvent #fuck!!!

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quiveringdeer · 1 year

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Random Smutty Musings about one Toshinori Yagi

written with chubby!afab folks in mind cause tis what I am and what I think in terms of most

additions gifted by the glorious @birds-have-teeth shall be bracketed by --

I was casually thinkin of Toshi while running errands today and how different his libido would be from his younger days.

Like that it probably wasn't uncommon for him to get hella aroused even with the slightest provocations --and also I dunno I just see him remaining a virgin until later in life cause saving the world is a big job and while he's personable and extroverted and maybe he ends up going on some dates cause he wouldn't know how to politely say no to folks, he never gets pretty far cause of whatever reasons.

And basically was just thinkin about how sweet it'd be coaxing him through some of his first experiences and then how needy he'd be after them but also not wanting to bother you aaaaaaall the time just cause his body has a ridiculous drive.

and then later on with the reunion, he's not as horny persay but he's so needy being so touch starved. And anytime you're together he wants to be touching you.

I dunno exactly how old he was when he got OFA but regardless this man is definitely a virgin until at LEAST mid-late twenties and honestly I'm more inclined to say early-mid thirties if that (which is when I'm hc meeting him in my lil daydreams)

Thanks to One for All he has a low refractory period (cause plot magic lmao), but cause he gets to rely on that he also just cums so fuckin easy and doesn't even try to hold it back--I mean he does cause he gets incredibly embarrassed, and the sensitivity can be a bit much but yeah

Just imagining eventually putting him through some stimulation "training", teasing and stimulating him in all the different ways and having him try to hold himself back, try to please you but also beat his own records. He's so so soooo overjoyed everytime you praise him for making it to a new standard

--him whimpering and groaning in that deep staccato voice of his--

He's got his eyes closed, face scrunched up, fingers clenching onto something and your eyes are on a timer you set as you lazily stroke his cock. He makes it past the time and you coo up at him about how well he did and he sucks in a deep breath and erupts all over your hand, trembling all over and then blinking down at you (why's he so fuckin tall even sitting down??) flushed and already murmuring sweet lil apologies

--And he’ll whine that you have to stop praising him because it’s making him cum faster and and and- --

which just has you laughing softly and complimenting how damn cute he is when he's all flustered!!!

he leans forward to try and hide his face in your hair. But you don't let him, casually capturing his chin with your non messed hand, giving him a chaste lil peck on his lips.

"Nuh uh, good bunnies clean their mess up first." You say before lifting your other fingers up to his lips. Somehow his cheeks flush even deeper and he casts his eyes to the side--since he can't turn away-- and opens up his mouth obediently, pink tongue licking his cum from your fingers.

More new to sex Toshi thoughts...

Toshi who is now assailed by his relentless libido ALL THE TIME. And how even after a really intense session that leaves you zonked out with that 'dead to the world' typa sleep, he dozes off a bit beside you but couple hours later wakes up hard as a rock again, humping against your ass like the needy lil bunny he is

he tries to stop cause you're asleep and he'd feel bad waking you up just because his dick won't chill the fuck out. and so he rolls out of the bed, to put some distance and goes to the bathroom hoping a cold shower will end his arousal

it doesnt. his body feels so warm that the freezing water barely registers. feeling out of options he figures he'll just jerk himself off real quick then be good to snuggle back against you until you wake up.

that plan doesn't work out either. his hand just doesn't do the trick anymore. and even using some of the shower gel to make his palm feel for soft like yours doesn't help as he's trying to imagine you jerking him off.

He's so frustrated and isn't aware just how loud his whimpers of desperation have gotten. Even over the spray of the shower, they're loud enough to make your subconscious believe something is wrong, pulling you from sleep.

You shuffle into the bathroom, bleary eyed and naked. Toshinori goes suddenly quiet when you open the door and sleepily rasp out his name.

"Toshi, e'rything okay?"

No. Everything is awful and he needs you desperately. He swallows down thick saliva that apparently leaves his mouth completely dry because his voice is a coarse, frayed bare thing when he finally utters, "Yes. Fine."

He presses his back against the shower wall, forcing his arms to his sides and palms against the wall as well. Hoping the frigid tiles will seep some sense and control back into his body.

Sleep is steadily releasing it's grip on your mind so you've become aware enough to notice there's no steam in the bathroom. Odd since you both appreciated nice warm showers.

"Is something wrong with the hot water?"

The tiles isn't doing shit to help him out. You've said in the past that you find his neediness cute and flattering, but even with you now awake, he feels like he shouldn't immediately start begging you to touch him just cause he can't help himself.

He's in his head longer than he realizes because without any kind of response, you've slid aside the frosted glass and were now staring at him with a worried expression.

Your eyes sweep his body, taking in the redness all over. You assume it's from the cold water cause you can immediately notice the temperature after opening the sliding pane. But then, maybe it's from something else because you're taking in the sight of his cock standing at full attention --even though Toshinori is bashfully trying to hide it with his large hands. As if you all hadn't been fucking in all kinds of angles and positions some few hours earlier.

"What are you doing?"

"I..." He's not really sure what to say. There's a lot but he settles on the simplest truth. Croaked out of his still dry throat, "I was, trying to make it go away."

In one swift motion, you're turning off the water and reaching out your hand. "Why not just jerk off?"

"I was. It doesn't feel as good as when you do it. I couldn't..."

Your brows lift in surprise as his voice trails off. "Awww," you flex the fingers of your outstretched hand, encouraging him to step out of the shower. "My sweet, Bunny can't get off without me now?"

One large hand engulfs yours as Toshi moves to awkwardly step from the shower. His other hand still trying to cover his impressive erection. A deep groan is his other response. Too embarrassed by his neediness and inability to make himself cum to attempt another worded response.

When he's fully out of the shower you reach for a dry towel and pull it around his body before pressing yourself against his chest. "Y'dont have to be embarrassed, Bunny. It was real sweet of you to try and take care of it all by yourself while I slept. You're always so considerate."

Your head tilts back, and Toshi recognizes the unspoken request for a kiss when you pucker your lips. He immediately obliges, wrapping you up in his arms now that the towel is covering up his shameful failure. The tenderness of his cool, chapped lips brushing over yours is a complete contrast to the swiftness of him pulling you closer.

While he's pressed his lips softly to yours, he waits for you to take the lead in the kiss. Letting you decide the depth and intensity, while he's just grateful to have your body tucked against his again.

And consider this!

somnophilia thoughts with this, telling toshi that the next time he's stuck in this lil dilemma he could use your body to get off, if he wanted to.

either rutting against your ass or fucking between your thighs.

even with permission though, I don't know if he would. if anything I feel like he'd just eat you out until you wake up. whether that's a few minutes or way longer. just content to feast on you and give you orgasms while you're still unconscious, grinding his cock down against the bed being the only attention he gives himself

like the image of waking up as your muscles tighten up, back arching a bit as your hands fist in that wealth of pretty blond hair, them long fingers of his pumping in and out in that perfect rhythm you taught him as his mouth sucks on your clit.

he moans against your cunt as you sigh his name all soft, body relaxing back onto the bed.

his fingers are still lazily working you as you look down to see him smiling up at you. face glistening with your slick, blue eyes dark from how blown his pupils are, so aroused by giving you pleasure

waking up to him actually fucking his cock between your thighs. Oh so close to where he really wants to sink that pretty cock of his into, but not so sure he wants to go that far, even with your permission. cause even this still feels wrong to him, that he's taking pleasure from this without giving you something equal or better in return.

but he's just gotten back from a long long day of heroing and you're already sound asleep.

braced himself up behind you, holding you close and nuzzling into the back of your neck as at first he's just casually grinding his hips against you. and of course it doesn't take much to get him fully hard, pretty cock leaking pre

you wiggle a bit in your sleep and he thinks maybe you'll wake up and he can fuck you properly but no such luck. but your legs do open and close in a way that traps his cock between your thighs. (maybe you're not so asleep as he thinks)

the pre is the only lubrication he has as his hips move, pushing his cock back and forth between your soft thighs. his hands move under the oversized All Might shirt you're wearing as pjs. you don't usually wear his merch and so it gives him a bit of a thrill when you do. He knows you love him, Toshinori, and while you don't fawn over him as a hero like the rest of the world does, he loves knowing you do like and accept that part of him to.

his lips nip, kiss and suck along your neck and shoulder as those big hands of his fondle and grope at your tits and tummy, just wanting to somehow have all of you in his grasp, his hot breath starts to beat against the back of your neck more quickly as your thighs squeeze down around him.

he's huffing out strings of nonsense words against your neck. affirmation of how good you're making him feel, how thankful he is that you've given him permission to do this. that you don't find him pathetic for needing to do this. how much he adores you. how much he loves you.

you're definitely not still asleep but pretending for the sake of your own fantasies. it feels so good knowing Toshinori is this desperate that he can't even wait until you're properly awake--not that he's caught on that you are now very much awake.

your hand slowly moves between your thighs, making a gentle curve that cups the head of his cock when it slides past the expanse of your thighs.

toshi gasps. his own hands squeezing where they hold you. his hips nearly stay pressed to the backs of your thighs as he focuses on making quicker more powerful thrusts as your hand curves more firmly around the part of his cock peeking from between your flesh.

he's so gone. trying to imagine he's fucking into the tightness of your pussy even though it's not nearly wet or warm enough to be.

but what finally tips him over the edge. makes him spill that big load of cum he's been holding in all day is when you groan out, "cum for me, Bunny."

his hips stutter and he releases. coating your hand, thighs and the poor sheets in a wealth of cum, whimpering against your neck as you jerk him off through the aftershocks of his orgasm

fin

#toshinori x reader #toshinori imagines #toshinori smut #toshinori smut imagines #nat writes #mha smut #mha smut imagines #mha x reader #barely edited this at all so grammar and autocorrect spelling is fucked but is what it is

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(header by @swiftieblink)

1989 (taylor's version) writing prompts (1 of 2)

(part two here) [i didn't see anyone else do this and was inspired by @kiddbegins] welcome to new york (taylor's version) ♡ everybody here was someone else before ♡ like any great love, it keeps you guessing / like any real love, it's ever-changing blank space (taylor's version) ♡ nice to meet you, where you been? ♡ i could show you incredible things / magic, madness, heaven, sin ♡ oh my god, look at that face / you look like my next mistake ♡ rumors fly / and i know you heard about me ♡ let's be friends / i'm dying to see how this one ends ♡ so it's gonna be forever / or it's gonna go down in flames ♡ got a long list of ex-lovers / they'll tell you i'm insane style (taylor's version) ♡ could end in burnin' flames or paradise ♡ i should just tell you to leave 'cause i know exactly where it leads ♡ you got that James Dean daydream look in your eye / and i got that red lip classic thing that you like ♡ i say, 'i heard, oh, that you've been out and about with some other girl' / he says, 'what you heard is true, but i can't stop thinkin' about you' ♡ and i got that good girl faith and a tight little skirt out of the woods (taylor's version) ♡ the rest of the world was black and white / but we were screaming in color ♡ are we out of the woods yet / are we in the clear yet ♡ we were built to fall apart / then fall back together ♡ remember when you hit the brakes too soon / twenty stitches in the hospital room

all you had to do was stay (taylor's version) ♡ people like you always want back / the love they gave away ♡ people like me wanna believe you / when you say you've changed ♡ all you had to do was stay ♡ why'd you have to go and lock me out when i let you in? ♡ you ended it / you were all i wanted shake it off (taylor's version) ♡ i go on too many dates / but i can't make them stay ♡ i never miss a beat / i'm lightnin' on my feet ♡ i'm dancin' on my own / i make the moves up as i go ♡ my ex-man brought his new girlfriend i wish you would (taylor's version) ♡ it's 2am in your car / windows down, you pass my street / the memories start ♡ you're thinking that i hate you now / 'cause you still don't know what i never said ♡ i wish you would come back / wish i never hung up the phone like i did ♡ i wish you were right here, right now ♡ wish you knew that i miss you too much to be mad anymore bad blood (taylor's version) ♡ 'cause, baby, now we got bad blood / you know it used to be mad love ♡ you made a really deep cut ♡ did you have to ruin what was shiny? / now it's all rusted ♡ did you think we'd be fine? ♡ still got scars on my back from your knife / so don't think it's in the past ♡ these kinda wounds, they last and they last ♡ time can heal, but this won't ♡ it's so sad to think about the good times wildest dreams (taylor's version) ♡ 'let's get out of this down / drive out of the city, away from the crowds' ♡ say you'll remember me / standing in a nice dress / starin' at the sunset, babe ♡ red lips and rosy cheeks / say you'll see me again / even if it's just in your wildest dreams ♡ 'no one has to know what we do' ♡ nothin' lasts forever / but this is gettin' good now ♡ and when we've had our every last kiss / my last request is ♡ someday, when you leave me / i bet these memories follow you around how you get the girl (taylor's version) ♡ say 'it's been a long six months' / and you were too afraid to tell her what you want ♡ i want you for worse or for better / i would wait forever and ever ♡ remind her how it used to be, yeah / of pictures in frames, of kisses on cheeks ♡ tell her how you must have lost your mind, oh / when you left her all alone and never told her why this love (taylor's version) ♡ clear blue water / high tide came and brought you in ♡ this love came back to me ♡ tossing, turning / struggled through the night with someone new ♡ you showed up just in time part two

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hongjoonggine95 · 1 year

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가지마 Don't go! [Prolog]

Summery: Your boyfriend Hongjoong didn't pay attention to you. Since almost 3 weeks. He spend all his time in his studio. You can't deal with it anymore.

Genre: little bit Smut, fluff, Angst, anxiety, love drama.

Warnings : mentions of S*ex, pet names like [whore, slut, bitch], trigger warning 'cause of anxiety, dirty talk, eventually choking, 18+ content!

Pairings : Idol!hongjoong, nonidol*fem!reader

ღ♡ Authors note's : THIS ISN'T THE TRUTH ATEEZ. IT'S JUST A FICTIONAL STORY! ღ♡

In the last view weeks, Hongjoong didn't pay attention to you. Everytime when you try to get his attention, he getting mad at you. You was so frustrated in many ways. Why is he always like that? Did he lost his feelings for you or did you do something wrong? You want answers. You know that he was in his studio today, so you drive to him. Your feelings was mixed, you are angry, sad, nervous and upset.

As you reach his Entertainment, you enter the elevator, Mingi appears in front of you. He smiles.

"What do you want here?"

"Oh Uhm... I wanna visit Hongjoong's Studio"

"Did he pay attention to you now?"

You lower your head towards the floor.

"No, and I want to know why! That's the reason why am I coming here today"

"Oh okay, do you have any Ideas why he separated himself from you?"

"No, I can't remember that I do something to make him act like this."

"hm... I can't help you but I hope he can explain why he act like this! I can't understand him, if I had a girl like you, I would give you all my attention"

The Elevator stops before you can answer.You step out and Mingi wish you good luck. Now, it was time for the truth. You going along the hallway. His studio was the last one in the corridor. It was a little bit scary walking around, with barely lights. When you reach his door, you heard music from behind. You don't waste the time to open it. He was sitting at his laptop working on something you couldn't see from your perspective. Your heart was beating wildly in your chest. You were afraid he would get angry if you interrupt him now. So you decide to close the door again before he even notices you're there. You just couldn't do it. You were too afraid the truth might break your heart. Disappointed in yourself, you drive back home. You angrily throw your things in the corner of the hallway, then you drag yourself into the living room and collapse onto the sofa. Cuddled up in your favorite blanket, you try to calm down. You tell yourself it's just a phase he's going through. Maybe he just needs a little space? While you thinking about those things, your eyes weight heavy.

"Just close my eyes for 10min,..."

A few hours passed. The sound of a key woke you up. It was Hongjoong who finally returned to the dorm. He quietly took off his Jacket. You got up, still wrapped in your blanket, and walked over to him.

"Why are you awake?"

"I fall asleep on the sofa, you woke me up with your Key's" you said in a sleepy voice.

"Sorry Princess it was not my intention to wake you up. But why are you sleep on the sofa?"

"I don't want to bother you or do something wrong. I decided to sleep here. I think you need more space."

"Wait what? You don't bother me princess and I don't need space for myself. Why you think I don't want you to be with me?"

"Hongjoong,... In the last time, you ignore me, getting mad at me whenever i try to catch your attention because I need you. I love you but things like that hurting me in many different ways"

Tears ran down his cheeks when he heard what you said.

"Babe please i am so sorry that I act like a dumb Child. I was so into my work and don't have time for other things. That I getting mad at you wasn't in my intentions."

"But did you ever stop to think about how I feel?"

Hongjoong wasn't able to answer you. He was to stunned of your words.

"Why can't you just stop for once on your life? Do you think I'm not worth? Did you think you waste your time when you spend time with me?

" I know you hurt, Y/N! But don't thinking about things like that. You are the worth thing I've ever had, you don't waste my time. It's... It's just complicated."

"why does everything have to be a struggle with you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"That'll never change, will it?"

"Y/N please you speak in riddles. I don't understand what you mean."

"Hongjoong,.... I love you, I really do but I can't do this anymore. I-I guess I need space for myself. I have to think about a lot things"

"Please, babe listen. I can change everything you want but don't do this to me."

"It's time for you to do the same as me. You should thinking about us how we can be together or maybe it's better we go our own ways"

With these words you turn your back on him. You went to your own bedroom. You break down crying behind the door. Your body trembled and you try to drag yourself to your bed. Hongjoong, who was left alone in the hallway, sat down on the sofa.He had never wanted any of this. He never wanted to hurt you like that. I'm dumb! Why am I like this? Gosh i'm a fucking idiot he said to himself as suddenly a voice come from the corner of the Living room.

"Are you okay? What happend?"

He knows who was speaking to him. Hongjoong lean back.

"Y/N! She said she need space for herself"

"I'm sorry for you. It's hard to hear but I hope you wont give up on her?"

"I never thought of giving up on here but I don't know what to do now. I love her with my whole heart. She is the love of my life and I don't want to loose her 'cause of my bad behaviors. Seonghwa, what should I do?"

Seonghwa sit down next to his friend to spend him some comfort.

" I don't know, I never was in such situations like that before but in my opinion, you should give her time she needs. You both being together for a long time now. I'm pretty sure you can go through this and at the end, you found a solution."

The both men smiled at each other.

Meanwhile, you walked to your bathroom that you shared with Yeosang. Luckily, he wasn't there. You close the door behind you. Why is my life always that hard? You question yourself, while turn on the water in the shower. Slowly, you strip down the clothes, throwing them in the corner. When the water have the right temperature, you get in. The hot crystal clear liquid on your cold sensitive skin, makes you shiver. For a brief moment, you close your eyes. If someone would walked in, you wouldn't notice. You are lost in your own world, feeling nothing at this point. Just enjoy the silence, as suddenly the door gets open. You reach out for a towel, when someone hand it to you.

"Excuse me doll, I just walked in without knowing you take a shower."

Ashamed, you wrapped the towel around you. When you stepped out, your cheek's was painted in a soft pink color. You wasn't able to look at the man in front of you.

"I-i.. Uhm... It's... Okay. Nothing special happened so, never mind"

"Did I ever say how pretty you are when you act so damn cute?"

What's going on here?

"I-I should go"

"You wanna leave me alone here?"

"Y-you a-are act weird"

"I act weird?" he replied.

"Yes, you,... Never say things L-like that to me"

The man leans forward. He place two fingers under your chin. He softly lift it up that he can finally meet your eyes.

"Look at me doll, do you think I making fun of you? I would never! Hongjoong is an Idiot. How dare him to hurt you like this?"

You are confused. How did he know that you have a argument with Hongjoong?

"I'm sure he don't want to hurt me but he does."

Your eyes was filled with tears. Talking about how much you want his attention was really hard for you. Yeosang carefully listen to you. When he noticed a single teardrop ran down your cheek's, he uses his thumb to wipe it away.

" I'm here, I always being. When you need something that I can do, just tell me."

You leand your head against his strong chest. He placed his hands around you to give you some more comfort.

" Thank's sangsang"

The cute nickname you give him months ago, let him smile whenever you called him like that. The tight hug you two have, heat up a bit when you noticed that his hands was near your ass. You look up at him. Your heart beats fast.

Did he ever had this look in his eyes before?

"Y/N?"

"Yes? Sangsang?

" Can I ~... "

Before he end his sentence, he close the space between your lips. You close your eyes just for a moment. In the moment you realize what's happen, you break the kiss and step back backwards.

" Why did you kiss me? "

" Y/N... I'm sorry, please don't be mad at me. Forgive me"

Taking a deep breath, you tell him that this shouldn't happen again.

" I can't be mad at you but, you shouldn't do that again."

"I promise you, I wont kiss you again"

" my heart belongs to Hongjoong, that I need space for myself don't mean we are not together. I just want some time to thinking about a lot of things. Now,... Excuse me, I'm tired. It was a long day with so many things that happen. I'll go to bed now."

Without any other words, you leave. While walking along the hallway to your Bedroom, you crashed into Yunho.

" woah, tiny. Are you fine? "

Tiny was your nickname, giving by Yunho because you aren't that tall and still a Atiny.

" Uhm.. Yes, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? You seemed to be lost"

" As I said, I'm fine. Please Yuyu, I don't want to talking about. I just want to sleep."

"Okay, but if you want someone to talk, you know where you can find me. Sleep well Tiny"

Also Yunho give you a kiss, but it was okay. He just kiss you on your forehead.

"Thank's, you too Yuyu"

You give him a heart warming smile before you went to your room. Once you close your door, you locked it and throw yourself onto the bed. What a weird, meaningful day. Gosh I wish this wasn't real. I hope its just a bad dream. Maybe when I wake up tomorrow, everything is fine?! You snuggle up in your blanket, slightly close your eyes and drifting away while you cuddle with your Teddy that smells like Him...

Chapter 1 coming soon!

THANKS FOR READING 🙏🏻❤️

This was just the Prolog. I hope you like it?

Please let me know when you want more story's like that, my request are always open 😊!

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fractualized · 8 months

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thinkin about... our modern gritty dark Batman getting pulled back into the Silver Age somehow... and seeing all these villains that (from his perspective ((he has only experienced the modern age))) have killed so many innocent people and caused massive devastation... but all they're doing now is robbing banks and putting dish soap on the roads so the police can't catch them... what would this tortured Batman think and feel about these "monsters" convincing Robin to stay inside and watch cartoons all day (this is their entire evil scheme)... would he be happy? could he enjoy being Batman again if his villains reverted to their goofy goober state? i am... thinking.... about it... would like your opinions (⁠ ⁠╹⁠▽⁠╹⁠ ⁠)

Anon, I promise I'm going to answer your question, but first I'm compelled to clear up a misconception about the Silver Age. (If you don't give a crap about this, you can skip ahead to the bats.)

The Silver Age of comics, between 1956 and 1970, is known for being chock full of goofy shit due to the introduction of the Comics Code Authority. Superheroes are already silly in many ways, but in the Silver Age it often got silly in this way:

[from World's Finest Comics #128, September 1962]

However, while the Silver Age ramped up fantastical plots and used a light-hearted tone, that doesn't mean characters' lives stopped being at stake. Sure, the villains' schemes during that period may have involved more robberies than murders, but the villains remained dangerous and not too concerned about getting people killed.

For example, Alfred died!

[from Detective Comics #328, June 1964]

Or here's an instance with a couple of fave villains: Lex Luthor and Joker using a wacky weapon on Superman.

[from World's Finest Comics #129, November 1962]

This silly-looking concept is actually kinda horrifying. It did wear off, but Superman noted that too many doses could kill him since, you know, his particles were repeatedly separated. The storytelling breezed past this, but the consequences were still there.

Even something as dumb as being attacked with a cactus wasn't banal.

[from Batman #110, September 1957]

Later in this same story, other guys are firing guns indiscriminately at a wedding.

The restraints of the Comics Code were not about making the bad guys harmless and did not bar the portrayal of death. Per the text, the Code was more about reminding readers (mainly children) that Crime Is Bad and pushing writers to reflect Good Morality— with no sexy bits. Crime needs consequences and should never be portrayed as glamorous! Legal authorities are good and should be portrayed with respect! And everybody better be fully clothed with no suggestive poses!!

So all that's to say, if Bruce found himself in a Silver-Age throwback, there'd be fewer deaths, I think, but that doesn't mean his job would be easier— especially if he's randomly transforming into a human buzzsaw.

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Alright, with all that out of the way, I would like to answer your question in the spirit of your question. How would modern Batman react to persistent but ultimately harmless villains?

When reading your ask, I first thought you meant modern Bruce getting pulled into a different universe, not the villains being suddenly mentally altered as you say at the end. I'm going to answer for both scenarios just 'cause, and I think the answer is different for each.

In both cases, Bruce would start out thinking it's a trick. The rogues have concocted an elaborate ruse where they all pretend to be benign entities, and he needs to figure out why! After all, they've seemingly reformed before, only to fall back into their criminal ways. Heck, Joker successfully pretended to be a whole other person for months on end, and Bruce completely fell for it. He's not falling for it again!

Bruce also has a history of reacting poorly when just one of the rogues has purportedly changed, much less all of them at once. He's immediately doubtful before he has definitive reason to be. (For examples [yoinked from distortopia], see "the Joker is evil" from Batman: Joker Time #2, "the more content the rat, the less likely he'll leave his hole" about Riddler in Detective Comics #837, and "the moment you return, I'm under suspicion" from Two-Face in Batman/Two-Face: Face the Face.) It's true that he's often right and the rogue has turned back to crime, but still. What's the point of continually sparing their lives and handing them over to Arkham or prison if he doesn't see rehabilitation as a possibility? Shouldn't he at least be hopeful in the face of positive developments?

Instead, in this scenario, Bruce probably gets so focused on figuring out the truth that he ends up "interrogating" a number of the rogues, and it goes too far.

That's probably when the suspicion stage ends. Bruce recognizes that the rogues are not putting him on. This is just how they are now: their schemes amount to mere shenanigans.

At this point in an alternate universe, I think Bruce then accepts the change precisely because the villains are not "his." They're the combatants of some other Batman who has much lower stakes to worry about. He probably feels jealous that this Batman's war on crime is closer to having an end. Perhaps for a moment he entertains the idea of staying— but the thought passes quickly, because Bruce took on responsibility for his Gotham and would never abandon it.

In his own world, I think Bruce perceives the change very differently. Sure, he feels relief that the death count from these absolute maniacs has cratered. But as time goes on, I think the change nags at him. It's so drastic to go from near-constant DEFCON1 to like… a neverending children's birthday party. How could the rogues change so easily without a care? It's not like Batman couldn't have achieved this state of affairs on his own. Hatter tech is available! Yet as far as I know, he's never used it to tame his adversaries. Mind control isn't lethal, but it's a line Bruce has never crossed. If the rogues change, he wants it to be on their own.

Whatever happened to the rogues cannot have been their own doing. Their violent crimes were caused by their own fixations and greed, and they simply can't have just let that all go after years and years. And Bruce knows this because he fought them for those years, because he never relented no matter how impossible the situation, because he's been obsessed with saving Gotham City since he was a child. If he can't let go, how could they? If they can, what does that say about him?

I think Bruce then pivots from thinking the rogues are up to something to blaming an outside party or force for the change, and he spends a lot of time trying to figure out who or what it was.

And all the while, 1) he's vigilant for signs that the villains have reverted. After all, if they do, and he's not ready and people die, it's his fault. And 2) the rogues are still committing goofy crimes. They're not dangerous, but I'm sure they're obnoxious as hell— and they're still guilty of their previous awful crimes, even if now they can't imagine doing such un-fun things! Inevitably it would grate on Bruce too much and he'd take the stress of the unsolvable mystery out on them. Again.

Apologies if you were looking for a fluffier answer! Unfortunately, Bruce has always been so stuck on being Batman that I think it would be years before he could truly accept harmless rogues and see any kind of solace in them. He could get there, but it'd be a long road (hopefully not so long that it ends at his death bed).

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