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glitterhoof · 11 months

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can you guys help me with a new screen name for youtube ? it has to be kind of me but it can't be traced here so no glitterhoof or m0nsterpaint. so like an undercover identity. my harriet to dewey transition phase ( edit : THIS IS A REFRENXE TO MY OC I AM NOT DEWEY OR HARRIEY DJEHSJEJEJSJJSJ )

#it has 2 be like cute or maybe even edgy j dont know #i know i am making peachy my mascot for my pony vidoes so i am thinking maybe peachys pretty parlor as the screename but ...i can do better #i want it to be GRAND i want it to be unique but also me. my brand .#i dont want my parents to find it but would be ok if they did you know what i am saying.#so it has to be me but not me but also cute and connected but can not be traced back here.#a simple assignment really

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that-one-banger-of-a-rhcp-song · 1 year

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A Rodrick x reader where they're friends with benefits and aren't aware of each others feelings towards the other util reader gets asked out by someone from their school :]

i started this one earlier and then the draft got deleted (this is why you dont take grilled cheese brakes kids) Thank you so much for the request, i have never written fwb before so i hope i meet your expectations :) (p.s. im a sucker for hand/knuckle kisses and it shows) lets just say greg and rowley weren't there for the party.

"Dammit Rodrick," you chuckled slightly, sitting on a desk.

"What?" The raven haired boy started, "Don't like doing this anymore?" His hot breath tickled against your neck.

"It's not that," you muttered, "I just, don't feel like making out in an empty classroom five minutes before lunch ends."

"Oh, 'cause you are so above that," he retorted, going back to his assault on your neck and jawline.

"I'm turning over a new leaf!" You leaned back slightly, humming.

"Proud of yourself?" his hand relocated to your waist, the other supporting his weight.

"I would say I'm more proud of you,"

"Oh?"

"You haven't gotten a detention in two days!" at that, the boy laughed, and removed his head from the crook of your neck.

'God I love you!' he wanted to say, but you seemed content with your current status, and he got to make out with you whenever he wanted... so he was fine! Totally.

"Has that Micha kid been bothering you?" The so called 'Micha kid' had been trying to hit on you for months, and you were to nice to tell him you secretly hated him, but you were working on it (thanks to Rodrick)

"Kind of? He tries to talk to me a lot, but he's less persistent."

"Good" he smiled, patting your waist before kissing you again.

You pulled away after a moment, "We should probably get our stuff," you commented, pulling him out of his blissful state.

"uh, yeah!" god he was so awkward sometimes. He held out his hand for you to take, (which you did) and you slid off the desk.

"You're such a gentleman!" you mocked in a brittish accent

"Oh, I know, love," he carried on.

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'party at my house -rodrick' The text had been sent four minutes ago on the dot. Your parents were out of town, so you could go without being caught. So you fucking did. You put on a white button-down, black skinny jeans that were torn to shreds, and You put your earbuds in and started walking the block to the Heffley household. Your mind shifted to your previous interaction. How concerned Rodrick was being, he did care about you. and some times it felt like he loved you. you felt as if you could only dream.

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You knocked on the door, the music was so loud already.

"Y/NNNN!" Rodrick dragged your name out, he took your hand and kissed your knuckles, "You do know this is casual, right?"

"Yes."

"Alright then. Get in here!" he pulled you in the house, there were lights, MCR's 'na na na" was blasting at full volume, and there were high-schoolers making out in random corners, someone had started a fistfight, and it seemed like it was more Rodrick's element than yours, but that was ok. And then you saw him.

Micha.

The boy who looked at you like a Piece of meat.

you grabbed Rodrick's sleeve, "Micha's here," You said desperately. He noted your concern, and looked around for the boy, "Hey," he said, grasping your arms, "It's gonna be fine! if he starts bothering you, just come find me and we can make out or some shit!" He looked you in the eyes and smiled, trying his hardest to reasure you.

"Thanks Rodrick," you said hugging him.

"Of course!"

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Rodrick had decided to be social, so you just wandered around the house, looking at the people you knew, and those you didn't. When you heard that terribly familiar voice.

"Hey y/n!"

Well fuck. you turned around, and sent a glare that could kill toward the boy.

"How's the party?" Micha said.

The sound of his voice made you want to yell. "Good." you said, not looking at him.

"I haven't talked to you in a while,"

"I know." you kept your answers short and half assed. Hoping he would get the memo.

He didn't.

Lucky for you, Rodrick had pardoned himself from his buddies chit chat, to make sure you were alright.

An arm looped around your shoulders, "Hi," the boy said "Uh, Micheal, was it?"

"Micha."

"Oh, sorry meesha,"

"That isn't even close to my name."

"Cool" you were never really religious, but you took the time to thank god for Rodrick. "Now, Mickey, can you not tell that you're making y/n uncomfortable?"

"I figured they would tell me if-"

"Micha, I don't like you." you said, voice laced with anger, "I never fucking have."

The boy just looked at you sadly and nodded before walking away.

"Rodrick, thank-" you were cut off by a rather agressive and passionate kiss.

"Y/n I love you. It's okay if you don't love me back but seeing you that uncomfortable made me want to tell you."

you could only stand there shocked. "I- Rodrick I" you stuttered, "I love you too. I always have and I really want to thank you for keeping me close!"

Just hearing those words made his heart melt and his confidence boost dramatically.

"I know this is my party, but" He tried, "Wanna blow this place?"

#rodrick heffley x reader #rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #rodrick imagines #doawk rodrick

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payasita · 7 months

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Good job getting ADHD medication! I’m so proud of you :D

thanks so so much im very happy and so hopeful for the first time maybe ever but also it TOOK ME LIKE. A YEAR. A YEAR.

like yall for real?? for real. for real i have been diagnosed since i was like six. (funny story my teacher thought i was on the spectrum so my parents get me tested with the nodes and shit and according to mom, who loves this story, my neurologist did all that and talked to me and then just turned to my mom and went "she's not autistic. she just hates the other kids" but they DID find an adhd diagnosis in there so net win for all of us)

diagnosed since i was SIX. on stimulants until i turned 8, and you know why i got off em? my pediatrician retired. we could not find another who would take our low-income insurance. so i just had to rawdog The Rest Of My Fucking Life. diagnosed when i was six. legally neurodivergent for 20 slutty slutty angry years.

and it still took me like. a few months to get a psych appointment. a few weeks to reaffirm my diagnosis as an adult. a few more weeks for another appointment for meds. he doesnt Want to do meds first, because i must have been doing fine without them if its been two decades, right? i got a job and a car and everything. well gee fuckin shittickers Dr. Brain Guy, just WHAT was my alternative? would you prefer i be maladapted to the point of incapacitation; is that what it takes for someone to be considered? i cheated my way through school. every day after work i sit for an hour in my car because i dont have the executive function to stand up and walk the ten steps to my house. garbage just appears around me. i have three empty bags of hot chip and two cans of sprite on my desk as we speak, neither from today. at that point i hadnt had a debit card for six months because that would have required me to Drive To The Bank, a location that was new to me in this area, so i just did everything on credit. is this all normal? is this fine? am i GOOD, actually, Dr. WeirdBrain?

so we cordially agree that yes i should probably be medicated. i want to do a stimulant. he does not want to put me on a stimulant. "stimulants can mess with your heart," he says, "and you're young, you don't want heart problems." i say ok because i dont want to make him think im just looking for narcotics. even though i am. because they WORK. i agree to try some kind of antidepressant.

the antidepressant gives me tachycardia. i go to the emergency room after reading a heartbeat of, oh, 140 bpm, which is about like double what it normally is and juuuust below the You Are Having A Heart Attack threshold. i get to the ER and the doctor there is very obviously convinced i'm a local addict having some sort of episode. it is the most ironic experience i've had all year and i feel an abrupt and all consuming kinship with those birds in australia that will swoop you and peck at your face for seemingly no good reason.

so yeah, we narrow it down to the antidepressant. as it turns out, these particular meds are known to, semi-commonly, Mess With Your Heart. i have my next appointment with my psych and somehow refrain from pecking his eyes out. he puts me on a noreprinephrine inhibitor(iirc) that isnt actually FDA approved to treat ADHD specifically(i DEFINITELY rc) but it IS given to smokers to help them quit. i dont smoke. i may very well fucking start before this whole ordeal is at the point where someone listens to me

it obviously does a combined total of jack and shit, and the man waffles with this one because he has "had success" using it as treatment for other ADHD patients. he ups the dose. twice. three months on the smoker meds, which are also apparently notorious for destroying your appetite, but they didnt even do THAT. no change to the average amount of hot chip on my desk.

he wants to try quelbree after that. i finally tell him i'm tired of this shit and would like to have more than two hours of usable daylight to function before it all falls to uncontrollable youtube shorts binges and a daily experience i like to call The Weighted Nothings and i would very much like to PLEASE. TRY A STIMULANT.

he's been friendly enough with me over these past four or five or whatever months but at this he gets suddenly very very business-baseline. gives me the whole spiel about the north american shortage. gives me a spiel about how i absolutely cannot, under any circumstances, lose or sell this medication, because they will not refill it if i do. i am sitting here wondering if he he's telling the truth about having other ADHD patients at all like ever in his career, and also, am i nuts or should the "don't sell your prescription drugs" bit apply to EVERYTHING? i dont fuckin know man i just live here

he says he wants a urine test first. its scheduled for two weeks out. i take it.

"hey uh, your piss came back with cannabis in it" "well it'd be weirder if it didn't, we are in california and i am a kitchen manager" "you can't have weed if you want adderall" "fine i'll stop" "we'll schedule you another test in a month" "aight bet" it didnt go exactly like that but this is kind of what the vibe between us has devolved into by this point.

anyway i wait a month and get a good grade in piss. i get the meds prescribed. i go to fill out the prescription

all i really need to say to you are the words "prior authorization error" for most of you to get what happened next.

the psych isnt even aware. i wait another month for our next meeting, which was yesterday. i do not yell at him. he tells me to take it up with the pharmacy, and yell at them. i am going to yell at them.

so i go, and guess what, it actually went through a while ago! NO ONE TOLD ME OR DR. FEEL-BAD OVER HERE. but we can't fill it right now because its a controlled substance so come back in a few hours. hey it's ready where the hell are you? TAKE YOUR METH AND GET OUT

anyway i started it today, reorganized my pantry, and fixed the fire alarm in my hallway that's been chirping at me for a week. i no longer have to wear earplugs to bed.

and with my newfound executive function superpowers, i will be spraying my weed-free piss all over Reagan's grave.

#personal #anyway thanks for the kind words anon #i am going to go lie down #ADHD #long post

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antoncyng · 3 months

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another small drabble because these kind of plots have been on my mind ever since the video of jennie surprising rose on her fancall 2 years ago.. can you see where im going ? so imagine this with you and wonbin.. 🤍

surprise! - park wonbin

idol!bf!wonbin x nonidol fem!reader

warnings: complete fluff, wonbin as a whipped af bf, supportive reader gf, pet names (angel, baby, princess)

wc : 763

seeing your boyfriend of 3 and a half years get to the top of album charts internationally and in korea, it made you proud. at most times you felt like a proud mom watching her son grow into his dream, and wonbin always knew he had an amazing supportive girlfriend waiting for him at home after his long schedules. at first, the difference between schedules was a small problem when wonbin first debuted. RIIZE was busy everyday, music show after music show. and when they weren’t recording pre-recordings for music bank or inkigayo, they were recording songs. comeback after comeback, wonbin was tired! his favorite part of the day was being able to come home to his affectionate girlfriend, and listen to her day as he slowly falls asleep in her arms.

“baby i have to go now,” wonbin said with a small frown as he looked down at you, clinging onto the standing boys torso as you sat in bed, just woke up. “its so early, i dont want you to go yet” you said, mumbling the words into his shirt as you heard his chuckle at your actions. “i’ll be home soon tonight, we have a fancall and thats it okay? ill be back soon” he told you, gently brushing his fingers through your bed hair, looking up at him and nodding. he bent down to give you a last kiss for that morning before he left, leaving you home alone.

but you were planning something for wonbin, he told you multiple times before that he enjoyed talking to fans and interacting with them through calls, but he got very socially drained easily. and what was the cure to that? you. yes, you spent $650 on albums for your boyfriend to cheer him up while he did his job, and thankfully you got in! you used a different name, your english(or second) name that your parents gave you, the name wonbin definitely wouldn’t be able to tell its you.

POV CHANGE ; yns pov

i got out of bed, looking at the time and remembering my time slot, i had until 3:50 pm. it was currently 11:00 am, i had all the time in the world right now! i sat on the couch going through netflix, finding a show. i finished a few episodes and looked at the time, oh okay its just 3:00.. wait its 3:00 already?! oh my god i have to get ready for the fancall! i jumped off of the couch and ran to my room, changing only my top since wonbin wouldn’t be able to see my pants, then into the bathroom to get ready, i finished my makeup and looked at the time. perfect! 3:35, ill set up the phone and get ready for the call. i sat at my desk in me and wonbins shared room, my phone set up with my mirror lights on, a stand up background behind me with decorations and pictures of wonbin, feeling slightly cringed but excited to see his reaction. i checked the time again, 3:48, i should be getting the call anytime so-

*ring ring ring, ring ring ring*

the phone is ringing! okay, take a deep breath.. wait why am i so nervous? hes my boyfriend..

POV CHANGE BACK authors pov

you answer the video call, the staff holding up a piece of paper with the questions, “can you hear me when i say this?” she says hello and you nod, not wanting to use your voice yet in case wonbin was already listening. the staff held up an OK! 👌 hand and said “please wait”, soon enough you saw the phone being set up to a distracted wonbin, looking down at the album.

“hello? earth to wonbin?” you said with a big smile on your face, watching him snap his head up with a huge smile painted on his face as soon as he recognized your voice. “princess, what are you doing here? why would you buy my fancall?” he asked excitingly, before he got cut off by a younger members peeking his head into the camera. “hiiiii ynie!!” an excited sohee said, you waving to him as he got pushed and shooed away by wonbin. “i wanted to surprise you, i know you said your calls get tiring so i wanted to give you some energy,” you said smiling, then pointing to the background. “do you like it? i made it myself!” you said proudly, watching wonbins huge grin on his grow bigger.

“i love it, thank you angel, youll always be my number supporter hm?”

#antoncyng #riize imagines #riize x reader #antoncyng drabble #riize wonbin #wonbin #park wonbin #wonbin x reader #riize au #kpop au

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chrissturnsgirlll222 · 1 month

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second, never first

part fifteen

PLEASE READ WARNINGS

chris x fem!reader

summary - you grew up hating one guy all of high school but suddenly become friends, but as time goes on feelings develop, only its one sided.

warnings - swearing, kissing, use of y/n, mention of family issues (domestic violence between parents), fluff, mentions of underage drinking

word count - 900+?

NOT PROOFREAD

living with an emotionally unavailable parent is soul crushing at times. yes i can say i have two parents who did love each other at one point but it came to an end. to my knowledge no one knows when my dad became a different person. always drinking, going from bar to bar every night, never affectionate to me or my mom, emotionally and apparently physically abusive.

he was never the parent to help you with homework at the dinner table, although if he did i left that table in tears, clutching my book and running up the stairs.

i always had a feeling he did that to my mom but i never saw it so i chose to block out those thoughts, until i saw the proof right in front of me.

there was many moments in which i thought they would eventually split up and i could just live happily with my mom but for some reason it never happened. reasons in which at this point im honestly scared to find out. seeing your parents relationship crash and never having a true representation of what love is can fuck with you.

which brings me to now.

silently crying in chris’ bathroom at 7am after a night out in which i drunkenly confessed to him that i loved him. i thought i did, but did i actually know what that meant? i sure felt it when i was with him.

home.

he felt like home. he felt like safety. he felt like comfort. he felt like when my world was crashing he could come with a toolbox and fix it within seconds.

sure thats what you would want out of your significant other, but i dont know what love truly is.

i sat on the toilet with the lid down with my face buried into my hands and tears that never seemed like they would stop. struggling to breathe for air as i my mind just raced with thoughts. my parents, chris, anna, everything.

knock, knock

fuck. me.

i get up and wipe my face, hand on the door nob slowly twisting it. i crack to door open and im greeted with the all to familiar blue eyes that i seemed to drown in every time i looked into them. his face saddens as i open the door wider and his arms come over my shoulders. “what wrong?” chris whispers as i wept into his chest. i dont respond and just shake my head against him. he pulls away and puts one hand on the side of my face and the other one is placing my hair behind my ear, “theres nothing you cant tell me y/n, why are you crying”

“i cant-“ i croak, dropping my head down and putting my hands up to face. “yes you can, what happened?” he sighs as he pets the back of my head. “i told you i loved you” i sniffle

“what?”

“i- i told you i loved you.” i say more sternly this time.

“why is that a reason to cry kid?” he whisperers wiping my tears. “chris what do i know about love, nothing. i was shown a fucked up version of an abusive relationship my entire life. thats no way to learn what love is, i dont know what it truly feels like. m- my dad fucked me over for my entire life by being who he is, i dont know if i can ever fix that part inside of me.” i let out a sob.

“well y/n i know what love is, i am standing with it right now” he begins, “this, this right here is love,” he points between us, “them, that is love” he points at the hallway meaning his brothers. “this” he kisses me, “that is love.”

i blink at him as he talks, just in awe of his way with words. “there is never a day that i dont worry about you, if your ok, if you want to stop this fake relationship, if you even give a shit about me.” he half chuckles, “i was shown love not just by my parents but by you.” he breathes.

“you might not exactly know if your in love with me but i sure as hell am in love with you.”

jaw, on the fucking floor.

“you what?” i sniffle. “i fucking love you”

i lean up grabbing either side of his face and pull him in to a kiss. the salt of tears and chris hitting my tongue and i continue to cry into the kiss as tears flow out of my closed eyes.

“i love you too.” i pull away and he leans in again.

home, thats exactly what this felt like. i had never felt safer than in this moment. maybe i didnt know what real love was, but i knew i felt it when i was with him. i felt it for months and it was right in front of me but i always believed it was too good to be true.

thanks for reading xx

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a/n: love you all<333

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phantoms-world-and-more · 1 year

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Tim and danny caffeine buddys

So dannys going to gothem university and between, school, running the ghost zone, evaiding the GIW, Evading the concern from jazz, sam, tucker and his parents danny has no time to himself

Eventually theres a test in the same week as some royal thing and because of that he missed the weekly video call and now his parents are worried

It's 2:30 am and danny just ran out of coffee, and because danny would rather die again than be without his coffee he went to the store.

On his way back from hetting his precious coffee some crook tried to rob him of his coffee.

Danny feel slightly bad for the guy, he has months of represed anger, 4 black belts, super strength and is running of the fumes of the coffee their trying to steel.

So needles to say they guy did not make it out ok

Danny called an ambulance for the guy and started to walk home, when he heard someone on the roof near him

"If you just saw what i did to that guy, please just go away and dont get in the way of me and my coffee"

And when the local vigilantes, red robin, dropped from the roof danny sleep deprived brain couldn't even bring himself to care when he asked

"Do you mind if i have some?"

Red robin going to danny apartment during patrol to have a cup of coffe with someone and talk about life.

Danny, now not brain dead, knowing the struggels of a vigilante is able to connect with red robin.

It was going smoothly until one of the batfam find out and want to meet him, and now red robin is fighting, with more seriousness then he should, to keep danny his friend and not his family's friend

#danny phantom #fic prompt #daily prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #dp x dc #dc #funny #collage student danny #tired danny #tim and danny are tired coffe buddy #tim is slowly becoming possesive of danny #tim will sooner die than let his family meet danny #the batfam are going crazy #batfam

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machiten · 1 year

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thats my seat!

academic rival scaramouche x gn!reader headcanons

warnings: scaramouche(bro is a whole warning), foul language(it's scaramouche we're talking about here so), reader is mentioned to have bad eyesight, fights, angst, academic validation, bad parenting

barely proofread lmao im tired, it's 3:15 am and im starving. there will be a chapter 2 ofc i just wanted to post something goddamn my blog has been empty for so long (4 days) didn't have a way to keep track of the word count but it's kinda long. anyways hope u enjoy!!

oh god

when i say rival, i mean full on brawls on the school hallway

so let's say you've been top of your school since day one. your name has always been at the top of the score board every exam, always class representative, and well known as a smart kid ever since you steped on school premises.

you work hard to keep your grades up, your parents pay enough attention to your succesful brother and none for you

having a successful brother plants high expectations on you. i mean, he did very well, so why cant you? you both have the same blood running through your veins. your parent's praise, that is all you've ever wanted. and yet you're not even informed if there's a family outing, leaving you in your house alone

it has been like that for years

not until one day, you enter into the classroom and someone else is sitting in your chair. someone unfamiliar is sitting on your chair.

"hey, excuse me. i sit there." you pointed at what is supposed to be, your chair. "what, i dont see any names on it." Ok, what. when you finally look up to the culprit, my goodness. Fierce purple eyes that looks like it holds the entire universe, his skin as fair as a maiden, lips plum as a springs fruit, a beauty mark at the underside of his right eye, and his hair a unique color of indigo that is cut in a weird jellyfish-ish hairstyle. while yes, he looks ethereal, not gonna lie (if he had longer hair you might've mistaken him as a girl) his personality certainly does not match his elegance. an annoyed look currently adorned his face, as if you disturbed his peace.

"done checking me out? i know im hot, i get that look everyday so dont ever think you're special." and now it changed into a cocky smirk. the nerve! not only is he sitting on someone else's chair but it seems like his head is getting bigger too. "well excuse me, i havent seen your around school until today so im guessing that you're the transfer student our teacher talked about last week. but do you mind finding a new spot, i sit there." you glared at him.

"no i like it here. here's a better idea, why don't you find a new spot. im the new student here, show some courtesy."

"no- what, go away thats my seat!"

"alright everyone, settle down- oh, i see that the new student is here already," the teacher finally came in the classroom, cup of steaming hot coffee in his hand. Everyone sat down on their seats while you are still standing up waiting for this person to look for another seat. Lmao guess what, he didnt move.

"(name), c'mon sit down. i know getting a new friend is exiting but we have to greet the new student properly. now go find your seat."

"wait but sir--"

"sit down, (name)"

"yeah that's right (name), sit down" a voice beside you spoke. you looked over to the new student adorning a triumphant grin at your loss. and so you are now forced to sit at the back, barely seeing what's in front because of your poor eyesight, and wearing a vengeful spirit.

epic first meeting

the seats in the back are okay, its breezy and you now sit next to xiao (his music taste is so good) but yeah, you cant really see the board clearly so you get notes from mona at the front

at first, it was a one sided rivalry. how hated how rude and bratty he was and at that time, he didnt seem too care (like he get those everyday). but then he started fighting back and oh boy he hasn't had this much fun in years!

the way you retort back to his harsh words is so amusing to him. usually, no one would dare talk to him in a degrading manner but then you came into his life, claiming that he's sitting on your chair, and it was never the same ever again.

now, he looks forward to everyday. he rises up earlier so that he can sit at your chair first, he keeps looking at the classroom door everytime someone enters (in case it's you so that he can give that shit eating grin), he loves how your face gets messed up when he wins an argument, he loves how small your hands are compared to his when you have a brawl in the hallways, and most of all, he loves it when you give him the shit eating grin when you win something (he says he let's you win sometimes because he pitied you, but is it really?)

to him, this is fun, amusing, entertaining. but to you? you've never felt this much hate in a human being, ever.

scaramouche is smart as fuck and he demonstrated that loud and clear

he aced the math test that the teacher gave that wasn't even taught to him

in presentations, he speaks loud and clear and you can really understand the point he's making

he doesn't really like group works (you noticed) but if he was put in a group, he does most of the job flawlessly

sports? oh of course. he's really good at baseball (pitcher). he's also good at other sports but not as good as baseball

oh and pray that you don't get him as your opponent in debates, you will be grilled like a brisket

did i mention he sleeps in like 70% of his classes? it's not like the teachers can do anything about it. he excels in everything, at least let him sleep as a gift

the only times he would be awake is when he pulls on your strings

but of course, you're also good in all of these, that's why you both are rivals

you fight almost everyday for the top spot (and for your original seat) to the point where its a daily routine to everyone else to see you both pinching and arguing in the classroom

He doesn't have any close friends (ahem childeahem) and it's either bc ppl are intimidated by him or he just doesnt give a fuck about friends

maintaining grades is one thing, winning against him is another

you are very intellegent, yes, but you work very hard for your grades every night. losing sleep studying for upcoming quizes and making sure your projects are perfect. unlike him who doesnt even try

you havent seen him study once

and it makes you see yourself lower. you're both equally in par with your grades but thats when he doesn't even try. what happens when he takes everything seriously? what if he studies as hard as you do? where will you stand then?

but when you got 2nd place for the 3rd time this year, he took it too far

"what the hell?! this is the third time!" you looked at the results in the bulletin board expecting to see your name in first place. you studied hard, right? so then why,,,

"oh oops, looks like i did a little too well again this time. aw and i didn't even answer some of the questions because i felt bad for beating you the last two times." a snicker is heard behind you and sure enough, piercing indigo eyes is looking at yours in pure pity. "thanks i guess. are you happy now? that's three times in a row!" aether beside you is now having a deadpan expression, expecting the worst. 'alright here we go again'.

"oh yes very, you know what makes me even happier? your declaration that you're inferior to me. why do you even try anyways, it's clear to everyone that im better. you're just wasting your time burying your head in your books and notes when we both already know who's coming at the top. imagine not meeting your parent's expectations." he's now looking down on you, beating you up with words that you know damn well are true. but that doesn't mean you're not gonna fight back.

"what."

"oh you know, maybe if you tried harder, the cost of your education might be worth it for your parents. honestly, if i we're them id--"

before he could finish his sentence, a loud echoing smack is heard all across the hallway, making everyone's attention turn to the commotion. scaramouche head is now turned the other way, his cheeks beginning to flare from the hit as he glared at the culprit, you. "you motherfucking bitc-!" you tackled him and due to surprise, he fell back. aether is now alert, shouting your name trying to get you to your senses.

you gripped scramouche's collar, rasing his head from the floor and slamming it back down. "you're an asshole, you know that?! i try my best everyday and this is what i get?!!" he fights back, hand on your arm that's trying to get a hold of his hair and another on your neck, holding back your weight.

"you don't know what it's like!! you will never know what it's like being compared to your brother everytime they get a chance!! you dont know what it's like going home to nothing but words of disappointment when you did everything you can to get their approval!! you will never know what it's like for your efforts to go to waste!! you will never know the feeling of being kicked out of your own home and live in a run down apartment!! i work day and night, i lose sleep everyday, i barely have anything for myself to live, and now i have to deal with your ass every single day too?!!"

"(name)! calm down, hey-!"

"fuck off aether!"

every word you spat pricked scaramouche's heart and made him struggle from your assaults. this isn't fun anymore. he knew a bit of your situation, kazuha told him. but he never knew it was this bad. all he knew is about your parent's expectations. he didn't even attempt to fight back this time and just defends himself from your blows. 'shit, i took it too far.'

"you dont have to remind me of my incompetence! i already know, i know damn well i will never be enough!! you're right, why do i even try, right?! you're so fucking annoying, doing everything so effortlessly, like school is a nuisance!! can't i take a fucking break?!!" at this point, you cannot control your tears from falling into his cheeks, rolling down his porcelain skin.

"what are you--?!"

"why can't i be a genius like you?! why dont i have everything that you have?!! i did everything i can, what am i doing wrong?!" you are now saying intangible words that no one can decipher because of the mess of emotions you are feeling at that moment. you're about to deliver another blow when someone held you back.

"(name)! you're doing too much! thats enough!!" goddamn she is stronger than i thought, scaramouche deals with this everyday?? aether pulled you away from the tangled mess that you and scaramouche managed to create. you're struggling his hold but after a bit, you slumped down having no more strength to keep going, sobbing quietly. "...(name)?" aether said.

"...i am so tired of everything, why do i even keep trying. i.. i just want to make my parents proud..." sniffles could be heard from where you are being held my aether's arms. aether supported you from the groud and led you away from the scene and the prying eyes of other students. before you both can disappear completely, aether turned around and gave scaramouche a threatening glare. "i know you both bicker a lot but you took it too far. you are an asshole and you better change that attitude of yours or i will send you home even worse than your condition right now." and you both are gone.

scaramouche is still sitting on the floor, his arm supporting his weight, bruises are forming in his skin while he's craddling his cheek that is now very noticeably red and flaring from the slap you served him earlier. he doesn't know how to act, really. should he apologize? should he just walk away and like nothing happened? should he report you for physical abuse? he didn't know anything.

what he does know though is that he fucked up, big time. he knows that you'll never want to see his face ever again, he knows that nothing will be the same again, and he knows thag the feelings he has will never be reciprocated, after what he's done.

he actually just found out recently, when someone from the other class was making fun of you and he didn't like it one bit, he's the only one allowed to make fun of you, everyone back off. scaramouche can see the crowd dissipating, no longer interested since the main action is gone. he sat there on the floor the whole time, rethinking his life choices, wondering if he said things differently instead of those. would he be seeing you tomorrow? will you still argue with him about nonsensical bullshit? can he still hold your hand whenever you pinch him?

he heard footsteps and before he can look up, someone had smacked him in the head.

"what the fuck-!!"

"i want to say 'are you okay', but to be honest you kinda deserved that." a mop of ginger can bee seen hanging from someone's head.

"fuck off childe, and why did you smack me?!"

"because you deserve it. but y'know, it's nice having front row seats seeing you ruin your life because of that toungue of yours. aether's right you're an ass." he helped scaramouche from the floor, dusting his uniform from the filth. "ill take you to the infirmary." scaramouche can only nod, feeling lethargic after all that energy spent.

he hopes to see you the next day, acting like nothing ever happened.

part 2

#genshin impact #scaramouche #genshin headcanons #genshin scaramouche #genshin angst #angst #sumeru #kaedehara kazuha #aether #genshin kazuha #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x you #genshin impact drabble #genshin impact imagines #wanderer #genshin wanderer #wanderer x reader

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amaramizuki666 · 10 months

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Dp x DC crossover

Ok so deaged danny plus bad parents jack and maddie. In Gotham. Here is my take. So sam invited danny and tucker to tag along to a gala with her because while the Fenton parents didnt try and hurt danny when he came out of the ghost closet, she didnt want to leave him with them for 3 weeks alone. So they go and guess who is also there, vlad.

Vlad cornered danny and used a relec he took from the ghost zone. He was told it would make danny more susceptible to suggestion. But instead it deaged him to a 8 years old.

Vlad thought he could work with this and tryed to grab danny. But danny bit him and bolted, Vlad chased after him. Danny ended up running into one Richard 'dick' grayson, known to the public as dear ol richie.

Dick would look at him and be like "you ok kiddo did you loose your parents?" Snd before 8 y/o Danny could reply vlad would show up and put his hand on Danny's shoulder to keep him in place like "sorry young wayne this boy is mine, he is quite the truble maker. Now Daniel and I must be heading home, come Daniel".

Danny looks up to dick with tears welling up in his big ice blue eyes and wails "please help this creepy man wont leave me alone". Dick looks at masters with a blank face "mister masters, I dont belive you have a child" he says in a cold polite voice.

Danny shrugs off vlads grip and runs over to dick and hides behind him. "L..look I assure you he is mine, he just wants attention" vlad trys to say but dick is having none of it, vlad is rubbing him the wrong way. "Please dont belive him he isnt my dad, hes really creepy and a frootloop" danny cried clutching onto the back of dicks shirt.

"Mister master I'm gonna have to ask you to leave" dick says coldly standing protectively in front of danny when vlad takes a step closer. Danny sticks his head out from behind dick "you heard him be gone frootloop" he says sticking out his toung. Vlad takes his leave all huffy.

Dick turns and kneels down to Danny's level "you ok kid?" He asks and danny wiles away his (crocodile) tears "yeah thanks for scareing off the frootloop" he says smiling. Dick looks down at the black haird blue eyed child "sooooo where are your parents" he asks. "Um at home" danny says "and who are you here with?" Dick asks "my freinds" danny says happily.

"And your freinds parents?" He asks "at home" danny says. Dick thinks there are more small children running around the gala unattended now. "And your parents are ok with you being here?" Dick asks "they probably havent even noticed I left" danny says. Dick sighs in concerned big brother. He feels the need to pull a bat and get the kids parents.

Jeez if dick ends up pulling a bruce his siblings would never live it down. "Come on kid let's find your freinds yeah".

#writing prompt #writing #danny phantom #dialogue prompt #danny fenton #dc x dp #dc #dc comics #batfam #my writing #dick grayson #vlad plasmius

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thatgyalfisher · 7 months

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Loser!ellie Hc’s 🫶🏼

Tw: minors dni thanks honey🙌🏻,not many just a little nsfw treat at the end for my little kittens🤗

Note: rebloging,likes and comments are very much appreciated ly you guys,i want to be mutuals with all of u and grow this acc!!💕🤭

Oke lets begin😏

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Loser!ellie who definitely tried to tie her shoe laces,and fell over like embarrassingly hard (first time meeting u)

•And deff later on when ur dating says “i fell for you what can i say”

•Loser!ellie who would very softly scratch/tickle ur arm or back for u and won’t stop because she knows u love it

Loser!ellie who would drop her spoon on her plate like 4 times in a row when she has dinner with you and your parents for the first time (my pookies hands sweat 😓)

Loser!ellie who would definitely sneez and hold her nose till she gets a paper towel because a huge booger came out (when she was a kid like 12/13 ish)

Loser!ellie who never gets off the ps5 u got for her birthday

Loser!ellie who oddly loves the smell of dust..

Loser!ellie that has every game u can think off

Loser!ellie who works in a video game store and fell in love (literally) when u walked in to buy a video game for ur cousin

Loser!ellie who asks to many questions about ur cousin to get him the perfect game and ur just there like “just give me a game for 9 year old boys😭”

Loser!elkie who scratched the back of her neck while laughing,then having a cough attack and glowing red from embarrassment

Smut,nsfw!!!

Loser!ellie that accidentally lets out a small whimper when u need to sit on her lap in a crowded car

Loser!ellie who moans so loud when u kiss for the first time and pulls u so close,so tight u cant breathe

Loser/pervy!ellie who before u were dating would go to ur bathroom lock the door and go through your laundry basket to find some worn panties

Deff sticks one in her pocket for when shes home

Loser!ellie that almost came in her pants when u bent down in a short skirt trying to get ur book out of ur bag one time while she was tutoring u

Loser!ellie who practically ran home after unbuttoning her pants in the elevator,and shover her pants down to her enkels (not bothering to take them all the way off) as soon as she shuts the door behind her

After that would walk to her room while already rubbing her puffy clit like a dog in heat, whimpering while sliding her feet over the floot like a penguin

Loser!ellie who lasted only 4 minutes the first time she fucked u with her strap

Loser!ellie who eats pussy for her own pleasure and acts like its an actual meal

And finally loser!ellie who accidentally called u mommy when u were sitting on her face, and just stopping in her tracks embarrassed,u tell her u dont mind and she continues like nothing happened and never does it again

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Note:this is my first time writing hcs i hope i did good,didint proof read lol sue me. But leave ur requests in the comments! And reblog pls my little kittys🙏🏻🫶🏼

#loserelliesuckstoes #ellie williams x reader #loser!ellie #downbad #loverher #shessosilly #cutiepie

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vesora · 1 year

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is law of assumption real? yeah

i have come across an individual vilifying the loa community and i find their statements kinda funny and stupid but i love having my beliefs challenged bc i can know why i believe in this. please also read my response to this other girl who thought loa ppl were crazy. it is ok to think if it’s crazy. ur welcome to criticize it. also, i am using aesthetic pictures bc of my ocd, i need things to be divided.

this is for the people who want to listen whether LOA is real from MY perspective:

firstly, i was primed for law of assumption from a young age. this means that i experienced many and i mean MANY spiritual things from a young age. i saw spirits (not hallucinations, it was my dead grandma who i had never seen and i described her down to her ring to my dad and he started crying because it was her), started speaking french at random points without ever having consciously learned the language, heard random piano compositions in my ear which i had never heard before, had visions which protected me/warned me about the future/informed me about the future and many manyyy more things. this proves to me the power of the subconscious mind.

the difference between someone who was born with their third eye awakened versus someone who has no spiritual experiences + is not open-minded to it, is that they will view spiritual phenomena from a materialistic practical sense.

this is saddening, because humans before being impacted by materialism were so spiritual and we were the ones who created the pyramids and all the structures you see on earth. we did that.

anyways,

is it real?

my opinion: yes.

no i am not in a cult waiting to pounce on the next vulnerable piece of meat. in fact, my future career is removing people out of cults and helping trafficking victims but anyways.

i have manifested things far beyond logic. you know how and why? because manifestation is the most basic human trait. and awakening to the fact that you are the creator of your reality is the most liberating amazing feeling and practice. i manifested one of my dying cats becoming free of cancer. that is not luck. that is manifestation. i manifested bad circumstances away. not luck, manifestation. i manifested all my exes leaving me the SAME way because i had assumed they would. not a coincidence, manifestation. there is definitely a lot we don’t know about the universe. i can’t say with certainty that all things are attributed to us which is also why i hate any form of victim blaming. but one thing is for sure is that humans have more control over our lives than we think. we don’t need a divine presence outside of us to dictate us the circumstances in OUR lives.

also, law of assumption is not law of attraction. law of attraction is “AHHH DONT THINK BAD THOUGHTS OR U WILL GET BAD JUJU” very fear-based, also seen in dogmatic religions. law of assumption uses a CBT based approach to change assumptions and therefore, influence reality. you have every right to not believe in this and even chastise me for it, i understand. however, i know this is real for me.

i was a victim of many racist attacks, however, as soon as i decided that the outside world is safe for me, i never had ONE negative experience. is this a coincidence? not for me, no. this is a human taking control of their life. this is a human not bound by societal expectations and leaning into divine energy and expressing the truest essence of one’s self. i am not blaming myself for being a victim, it is the racist’s fault. i am not blaming other victims, it is the perpetrators’ fault. however, if there is any fucking chance i can help a victim, i will take it, i do NOT care.

things i manifested regarding other people towards me:

1. no more racism towards me, family and friends.

2. parents being emotionally available with me

3. my friends expressing affection the way i want them to

4. my mum making me the exact food i visualised many times

5. my professor saying the exact words to me as i visualised

6. my friends saying to me the exact words i visualised

7. this guy flirting with me out of nowhere because i visualised it

8. and many more stuff this shit is too easy so

maybe i feel this strongly because i am a fighter for the working class. my main goal in life is to help liberate all oppressed people. if there is any chance that it can be done by mind, i would take it. would you not? would you not help people by the means you have helped yourself?

how can you so strongly and with such conviction without ever practising the law come to a conclusion that is a harmful new age ideology when the maxim prevalent in so many esoteric practices (yes, non-white too) have preached that reality is made by the mind? will we ignore the science behind it too? will we ignore the cia declassified documents? will we ignore ancient accounts of reality shifting? will we ignore hermes trismegistus? will we ignore rumi? will we ignore plato?

you can ignore this. i won’t, however. this is the liberation of the human soul. having said this, anyone is welcome to criticise the LOA community, look at us as vultures, think we are crazy. i value all opinions (even if they’re wrong HAHA sorry).

how is loa different from dogmatic religion?

well for one, there is evidence for conscious manifestation (e.g. dr joe dispenza’s books). i personally do not like religion. i have religious trauma so if you are religious, id advise you to not read this section. abrahamic religion is based on fear to oppress minorities, trap human potential and it also makes you rely on luck and wishful thinking (this view is only if the holy books were to be taken in the literal sense and abused by ministers etc) whereas the human is able to decide its own fate. law of assumption liberates the human by putting the human from an us vs them view to an us AND them view, meaning everyone is one and the same. this is not a christian thing, this is a well documented thing featured in asian philosophy. consciousness is the thing that unites us all. it is within you and it is within me. religion (abrahamic) forces you to look at the people who are not like you, aka dont believe what you do, as these other creatures who have defied the will of God and ahhh will face wrath. LOA instead empowers the individual and promotes free will. i understand if you think this is dangerous, the woo-woo stuff, just dont practise it.

how is loa not a cult?

loa CAN be misused in a cult but on its own it is not a cult. no one in the loa community is forcing the individual to join this practice which lowkey is just manifestation. however, i get your concerns and i advise you to read this reply: x

i wish i took pics of my cat when she was sick so i could provide u guys evidence but of course i didnt take any pics.

anyone is welcome to leave. anyone is welcome to adjust loa to their lives the way they see fit.

the void state

i doubt that so many people are lying about manifesting in the void state. i do think it’s not a big deal but i definitely don’t think it’s fake. besides, whats the harm in trying?

thing is right, if you are not garnering results or whatever, u dont need to stay. i stayed regardless of whether i manifested my shit instantly or not (which in the beginning was hard for me) because i believed in the philosophy, it resonated with me and it didn’t make me alienate my fellow man. however, if you feel you have a chance of being manipulated here or idk what, don’t join this practice. seriously, it’s okay. i am not being sarcastic or anything, because you are welcome to stay or leave. you are welcome to compliment me or insult me. i will love you either way for you are my fellow man.

also this is so random and a general thing but only psychoanalytic/psychodynamic psychologists use the subconsciously thing.

#loa #law of assumption #manifesting #manifestation #neville #neville goddard

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lilysbookshelf987 · 3 months

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New camper: Percy Jackson x reader (daughter of apollo)

A/n: thank you so much for giving this a read! This is my first time writing for the PJO universe so let me know if you like it! Requests are open! No NSFW or Smut! Enjoy

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"Good morning" Percy said tiredly, greeting his best friend Grover at the dining pavilion, taking a seat next to him.

"Morning" Grover replied, "hey did you see Annabeth on your way here? She's usually the first one here and I haven't seen her yet"

As if almost on cue she was walking towards the boys, an excited smirk painted across her face.

"Camp Half-Blood has a new camper!"

"What?!" replied Percy

"She showed up late last night, all alone. Chiron told me she had been hurt pretty badly but he took her into the infirmary and gave her some Ambrosia"

"She took it? So, she's definitely a half-blood?" Percy asked

"Yep! We should be meeting her later today" Annabeth was ecstatic, she loved new campers!

--time skip--

As the day went on there was still no sight of the new camper. Word had made its way around camp and people began to take their guesses as to who was her parent.

"I hope she's in our cabin!" A child of Aphrodite had said

"No! I bet she HAS to be in ours! Showing up without a Satyr by her side means she's a warrior"an Ares kid chimed

"As long as she's not in ours I dont care" a tired looking Hermes kid said.

It was almost dinner time when Chiron had found Percy, sparring with someone from the Ares cabin.

"Percy can I speak to you for a moment?"

"Yeah sure" he said, removing his helmet and recapping his sword.

"Im sure you've heard we've had a new camper join us."

"Yeah it's all over camp" he replied

"Ah yes. Well let's say she hasn't been thrilled to learn about her new family. Reminds me a lot of you when you first came here"

Percy thought back to his first few days at camp. He was confused, scared, angry, and very much overwhelmed.

"I was wondering if you could help ease her mind by speaking to her. You understand what she's feeling better than I can."

"And im not half horse" Percy smiled

"Yes there is that" Chiron chuckled

"Alright I want to meet her!" Percy agreed. He really did want to help, but he also knew how jealous Annabeth would be that he met her first. The two walked into the big house and there she was, staring down at her feet.

"Y/N, this is Percy, son of Poseidon. Percy this is Y/N. I'm sure you two will get long swimmingly" Chiron chuckled at his own joke, "I will give you two some privacy" with that, he left the room. Leaving the two teenagers alone.

An awkward silence filled the room, when finally Y/N broke the silence.

"Son of Poseidon, huh?" she asked

"That's me" he smiled, proud of the title he held.

"That's crazy, the gods don't exist!"

"They do exist. I know it all feels a bit insane at first but-"

"A bit?! My whole life i've had these things coming after me and I didn't understand why. I thought I was insane and seeing things, but apparently that's normal?! And my dad? The reason he's neglected me my whole life was because he was a god?! There's just no way"

"Hey, it's gonna be ok. I know how you feel. I felt like that when I first got here. All my life my dad wasn't someone I had thought about much because I had my mom, and thats all I needed. Then I find out that he's now the most important thing in my life? I had so many emotions, but if you just give this place a chance? I promise everything gets a lot less scary"

This seem to get to the girl. She started to tear up.

"Ok, i'll try." she whispered

"I'll show you around and it'll all be ok, I promise."

The two made their way around camp, Y/N was mostly silent. "The sun is so warm here, it's not like that where I'm from"

"Everything is a little bit stronger here."

"I can tell" she smiled

"So, do you have any idea who your dad might be?" Percy asked, careful not to poke at the sensitive subject.

"I think but I'm not sure. My mom used to talk about Apollo, a way she never did about other Gods"

"Ok then...then we have to find a way for him to see you! If he see's you, he'll claim you!"

"Yeah but how?"

"Gods dont claim you because they feel like it, you have to work for it" Annabeth said, inviting herself to the conversation.

"Y/N this is Annabeth, daughter of Athena"

"Hey" Y/n said

"Percy have you taken her to the archery field? Apollo kids thrive there"

"No I didn't"

"Seaweed brain c'mon!" Annabeth rolled her eyes, "Lets go" she led the two there and put a bow and arrow in Y/N's hands. The girl had fired it easily and hit the bullseye.

"Beginners luck?" y/n asked

"Go again" Chiron said, but before she could something came flying down at her, she shot it down easily.

"That could've killed us" Percy said, mouth agape, "and you shot it down with ease!" he said

"Look!" One of the campers said

Y/N was becoming engulfed in a bright light and a sun appeared over her head. She was now an official resident of cabin 7

#pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #annabeth pjo #apollo #greek gods #pjo x reader

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kurosstuff · 2 months

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HIII I was the one who requested the Lute fic and I absolutely loved it!!! I was wondering if I could request again, this time could it be a Carmilla x Reader, where she ( and her daughters ) gets redeemed and when they get to heaven they find reader who is Carmilla’s spouse ( GN! Or Male reader please ) and they realize that reader doesn’t recognize them because those who go to heaven don’t remember those who went to hell, just a lot of angst hehe

( again if you aren’t comfy doing this it’s alr ^^ !! Thank you !! )

I've never written her before I hope I did her good?♡

Also! I do only write GN! or female reader(can't write male readers I'm sorry♡)

Also what's her daughters names? I looked ut up and I'm getting like a mix of answers so their names aren't stated csuse of it

But♡ hope you dont mind how angsty I made it with? A twist♡♡

Carmilla x reader: Heaven *cruel* rule.

Carmilla didn't see herself as a angel. She's a demon for fucks sake yet- the ones more deserving to be redeemed were her daughters. But they only entertained it if she would.

So like any good mother? She joined them. Not wanting her daughters to be left behind. Wanting to ensure their safety. She trusted Charlie enough but her trust doesn't include.. the odd bunch she allowed to be helpers to the sinners on the path to be "winners"

She truly thought the dream was just that. A dream. Nothing more then just a childish wish Charlie had but here she was in heaven. Her girls in the rightful place- smiling she glanced down at her gold ring.

Maybe she'll see you- her love once again? In the only rightful place you should be in.

Heaven

She smiled at the thought.

Carmilla fidgeted something felt.. off today as she walked around heaven. Her daughters are not long behind her, holding her dress in nerves. Humming seemed they also felt the same. "My daughters~ don't worry were safe now, ok?" Her new bright wings fidgeting still uncomfortable at the new feeling looking up she froze - seeing the angel - her love - the spouse she had in the living world before she was stripped away from them in death. A bright smile came onto her face seeing you- healthy- happy.

Turns out Heaven? Does have rules

Alot

Humming going through a book of rules Carmilla was so close to just giving *up* trying to find another angel was JUST as difficult with all the rules added to it. How there's a wait list but.

No one under Carmine other then her and her daughters were anywhere was there stated of another person. Frowning closing the book. Sighing, she stood up, stopping to smile at one of her daughter

"Did.. you find them, mother?" Smiling sadly, she walked to her, holding her hands out, pulling her into her arms. Her wings automatically curling around her daughter as a cocoon as if? To protect her

"Not yet, my daughter.. but I will"

"Mama- is that-" her eldest asked, whispering out watching her parent. The one she and her sister sobbed for years seeing them not with in the afterlife. But seeing you in heaven? She couldn't help but be glad you were in such a safe place.

As if sensing someone looking, you turned seeing the three newcomers moving to walk up to them to the strangers

"There you are my lo-"

"hi~ I'm glad you made it in heaven~ what's your names? I'm sure there's helper angels for new angels~" you cut off Carmilla accidentally pulling out a almost scroll looking thing "sorry I'm well aware in hell some technology is more advanced and all but~ in heaven some things like this? The council loves the old feel~" humming

Blinking, she tilted her head now. Confused? Why weren't you throwing yourself in her arms? Not calling her your love? Your wife? Bile reached the back of her throat and now an unnerving feeling. That something? Is very, very wrong here

"Do you not know me?"

That made you stop looking up at her, slowly tilting your head in thought, "..no I'm sorry, I don't believe we ever met~" before she or her daughters could ask more a voice called out- making a huge smile appear on your face the same one you used to give her- her blood ran cold.

A beautiful woman stepped out of a house holding what looked like a child. Blinking, she watched as she walked to you, kissing you gently happily humming. She finally realized. The lack of a ring on your finger- well you did have a gold band. But not your band. Not the one you wore during your marriage. Not the one that matches hers.

"I'm sorry, my friends~ My wife needs me for a moment~" Do you need any more help?" After handing her the letter with the angels name to help her and her daughters - gently wrapping her arms around them, pulling them close, sensing how upset they were rightfully so.

"..m-may I ask what the little ones' name is?" Voice breaking, making you smile, grinning looking over at her "her names Carmilla~ I don't know why, but.. the name felt very important~" Purring out kissing the child's head gently making her close her eyes nodding

Turning she guided her daughters away from her lover- her now ex lover. Not stopping until they all reached their new home. Pulling them close sobbing along with them "did they abandon us?" In her tearfully state she didn't know who asked bur she was quick to shut that idea down kissing her daughters heads

"No, no- they'd never - not in a million centuries... heaven.. heaven makes angels forget demons. It's a cruel thing.. that I forgot about - im- I'm so sorry. " Holding them closer, sobbing loudly with them until they passed out from exhaustion looking out the window tearfully sorrowful. Like the day she lost you- she lost you permanently.

She couldn't WOULDN'T tell you. It'd be wrong. Even though she wishes to kiss you. Have you in her arms once more. She wouldn't do that to you. Or your wife. Especially with your child. Its none of your faults for the law of heaven and hell. But - she couldn't help but think. If she wasn't such a horrid woman in the living. Didn't get her daughters involved? Would she have gone to Heaven with you?

Would that child be hers?

It was a cruel, sick thought she quickly took away. Looking down disgusted with herself. She sighed

"I hope your.. happy my love" she whsipering rubbing the band on her finger. She needed time. Then she'll finally take it off. Closing her eyes she sighed.

Love is.. painful.

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wonjns · 2 years

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uncanny i. ∯

🖇️° pairing. . . lee heeseung x male reader

🖇️° genre. . . smut (w plot)

🖇️° summary. . . heeseung may not have been able to move on when his girlfriend dumped him, but he sure finds satisfaction when he takes particular notice of her twin brother.

🖇️° includes. . . bottom!reader, horny bisexual hee !!!, minor size kink, finger sucking, blowjob, dacryphilia, dry humping, orgasm prolonging, unprotected sex ( dont irl !! )

🖇️° WC. . . 6.2k

° AN. . . literally my longest work yet, and quite literally the most random ass plot that came up in a random dream i had in a car ride!??!! except in my dream it was just full fledged cheating & while some fic plots are spicier that way i didn’t wanna romanticize cheating on ur partner bc thats icky LMAO. NOT PROOFREAD!! hopefully i can find time to come back and do so 😭

. . . .% Part 2 ♡ % . . . .

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you and your sister were extremely alike in nearly every way possible.

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being fraternal twins, you the younger by only mere minutes, the two of you obviously weren’t identical - although most acquaintances and family friends would disagree. everything from your hair, eyes, physique, personalities, and even mannerisms... there was definitely no denying you were two of a kind.

naturally, being so alike allowed you two to kindle a pretty close relationship.

you both got along surprisingly well for a brother and sister, unable to remember the last time that you fought - quite the rare occurrence even for twins. even when you realized you weren’t straight, your sister was the first one to help you during the coming out process to your family, which was something you’d value forever.

your relationship was simply healthy and effortless, and you never hid things from one another. whether it was friends, food, fresh gossip, and sometimes even clothes; you shared everything.

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well, almost everything.

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the one thing your sister had that you didn’t, was her boyfriend, lee heeseung. and you’d be lying to say you weren’t a tad bit jealous.

heeseung was tall, tan, polite, kind, and had the most luscious, always-perfectly-styled hair. his jawline was sharper than a butchers knife, and his hands were big yet so, so soft. his legs were long and he had a prominent adam’s apple that moved in such a seductive manner when he would laugh or talk. god, he was the most beautiful man you had ever seen.

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ok, you were more than a tad bit jealous.

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and that jealousy would only sky rocket to unbelievable lengths when you would hear the two of them fooling around in your sisters room, whose was just across the hall from yours. you weren’t exactly eavesdropping since your rooms were so close - you just couldn’t help but listen in as they would make out passionately, hearing a mantra of heeseung’s name being sung in between a sea of moans and giggles.

you fought every urge to touch yourself during those moments out of respect for your sibling, but Lord have mercy how badly did you want to be her in those moments.

feeling her boyfriend’s pillowy lips endlessly explore and tease your body; completely under his control. you would constantly have to snap yourself out of your delusions, putting your earbuds in and blaring the loudest song you could find in your library to drown out the never ending sounds of pleasure in the next room.

despite your raging crush on heeseung, you were over the moon with joy that your sister had someone like him watching over her and even taking care of your family from time to time.

they’d been together for around a year, and he would always bring over snacks and gifts to the house when he would visit. on days that he didn’t bring anything, he would cook dinner or simply take all of you out and pay without a second thought. your parents absolutely adored him. heeseung also always made it a point to be sweet to you, almost making it seem like he was dating you just as much as he was your twin. it wasn’t the best for your weak heart, but he would get you gifts, invite you to tag along on trips with them, help you with your homework, etc... he was beyond dreamy, he was just perfect.

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however it seemed your sister started to think differently as time went on.

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unaware of your blooming feelings for heeseung, she eventually started whining to you about his annoying tendencies, which in your opinion weren’t even that bothersome. just a few pet peeves here and there, differences in life goals after college, and other things of that nature. but according to your sister, it was mostly his apparent possessiveness that started to turn her off.

possessiveness?

no way. not heeseung.

at least not in the toxic way, right?

perhaps your sister was speaking some truth, or maybe she was just dramatic. either way, you knew you were biased towards heeseung regardless due to your irrational feelings; and the saddest part is that you were so whipped that you were okay with it.

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and then it happened - they broke up.

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ironically, it seemed to destroy your world more than it did your sister’s.

although it wasn’t an ugly breakup and they ended things on pretty good terms, you felt distraught. way too distraught for someone who wasn’t even a part of the relationship. at one point, you even resulted in begging your sister to get back together with him, playing it off as seeing heeseung as ‘a good older brother figure’.

truthfully, you just felt sick at the thought of not seeing him anymore. an entire year’s worth of the beautiful boy who graced your family with his presence would suddenly just disappear.

or so... that’s how a regular break up would work.

you started to grow a little confused when heeseung didn’t stop coming around.

it was sort of as if the breakup hadn’t even happened. you definitely saw him less, but there were still many days you would catch him freely roaming around your house and hanging out with your sister.

she claimed that they were still close, as they decided it would be best for them to just go back to being good friends. the rest of your family still held heeseung sized pockets in their hearts, so everyone was more than okay with him still being present in daily life.

you had no idea how they managed to return to normalcy after a year of not dating, but it really was like he remained big part of the family.

in reality, you were starting to see some of the possessiveness you were told about through his odd persistence. heeseung was obviously more in love with your sister than she was with him, and although it was a sad fact, he refused to move on. he had gotten used to this life, and wasn’t planning on switching things up anytime soon. he couldn’t let her go, and you could tell from the way he would still sneak adoring glances her way when she wasn’t looking. the metaphorical hearts never left his big, gorgeous brown pupils.

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it’s crazy how even after their separation, you still found yourself jealous.

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for so long you’ve wished that those glances would be sent your way. in the midst of wanting all of the older male’s fondness to yourself so badly, you started to imagine that your very own being was his object of admiration.

but it seems you were much better at imagining than you thought, because then it started.... actually happening?

you thought you were seeing things, but one night when heeseung and a few of your other friends were all over for dinner, you looked up from your plate to attempt sneaking yet another look at heeseung. you were obsessed with how his strong adams apple bobbed up and down while he drank - yet your attempt to discreetly cop a stare ended in you immediately locking eyes with him. you darted your gaze elsewhere in order to play it off, but you saw from your peripherals that he maintained his stare on you.

you lightly coughed, praying that your blush of embarrassment from getting caught wasn’t too obvious... although you were sure he had been looking at you first. when you built up enough bravery to look in his direction again, you were met with the view of him eating his noodles as if nothing happened at all. you were puzzled, but convinced yourself that you were making something out of nothing.

you were wrong - it was very much something.

over the next few weeks you would constantly catch heeseung’s heavy stare on you, and he even started looking smug the more your glances would catch each other’s. he’d consistently offer you the same god-forsaken smirk whenever you’d fail to disguise your flustered state each time.

one afternoon, you were in your room sitting criss-crossed on your bed, typing away an assignment on your laptop. as usual, your door was open, and you suddenly felt a presence step up to the doorway. when you looked up, your stomach tightened at the sight.

heeseung and your sister were also gym buddies, and had just gotten home from another one of their workouts. they were heading to relax in the living room, but during the small journey heeseung stopped at your door in all of his sweaty, toned glory.

his wet hair stuck to his forehead and his glistening biceps were exposed thanks to his tank top. you were drinking in his whole body, from his muscular calves to his chest peeking through the tight fit shirt. it felt like manual labor to drag your eyes back up from his grey basketball shorts, where his naturally large bulge practically sat in full display. he just stood there, staring you down with yet another smile while your mouth was damn near watering.

“w-what? do i have something on my face?” you finally said aloud in a joking tone.

“nah.” was all he said before chuckling lightly and walking off.

you were weirded out, but couldn’t take your eyes off the muscular back that his sweaty shirt clung to.

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these strange encounters had somehow become part of the daily routine, and it was driving you crazy. you never understood why or how heeseung managed to leave you a hot and bothered blushing mess with such minimal effort.

now, a couple days after the awkward post-gym moment, you were perched up on your kitchen counter. your parents had left to go on a business trip that they claimed would last a couple days, and they asked heeseung to play babysitter. although you and your sister were capable young adults, you did both have admittedly clumsy tendencies - nearly burning the house down on several occasions due to being home alone together.

after lounging around all day in nothing but a huge hoodie and your boxers, you realized it was getting dark and you hadn’t had any food at all. your sister would’ve taken initiative to cook something before she left for her night classes, but she seemed really stress about an exam she had that evening. even more inconveniently, you didn’t have the slightest clue where heeseung was in the house - what an amazing babysitter he was. you decided to take matters into your own hands and make yourself the only thing you knew how,,, waffles.

you had managed to whip up a pretty good batch, but discovered that someone had finished off the last bottle of syrup. so, you were forced to climb up the counters in order to reach the new bottle that your genius father had to keep at the tippity-top of your cabinets.

just as your hand was about to grab the bottle, you heard chuckling erupt from behind you. you whipped your head around, seeing heeseung for the first time all day.

he was standing at the other side of the counter with an amused smile on his face. it looked like he was lounging around for most of the day too, his hair slightly disheveled (but somehow still perfect). the tight fit sweater he wore was also tad wrinkled, but hugged his broad chest all too well.

“well look at you, little lemur. you really do remind me of your sister, you know? she does that same climbing shit.” the older male chuckled at your position. “one of you are gonna get hurt one day.”

“well i wouldn’t really have to worry about that if my caretaker would do what he was here for. i’m starving.” you huffed, sitting your butt on the counter and crossing your arms playfully.

heeseung calmed his laughing fit and prodded his tongue on the inside of his cheek when he noticed your short boxers peaking from underneath your hoodie. he was silent as he walked up to you, his confident sauntering causing a wave of nervousness to rise in your bones.

when he finally came face to face with you, he reached a hand up to the cabinet above your head. he didn’t drop his intense eye contact with you or the smirk plastered on his painfully handsome face. he easily grabbed the syrup bottle, lowering it to pop the cap off and place it in your hands.

“you could’ve just asked me for help. it must be a twin thing to be stubborn.” he spoke almost in a whisper, not backing away from you despite finishing his task.

you slowly took the bottle from him, and placed a hand on his chest to push him away out of fear that he’d see your reddening face. but your efforts were futile as heeseung didn’t budge an inch, his pearly whites only revealing themselves more as he grinned. you scoffed a little bit and tried to push again with more force this time, but your smile instantly dropped when he enveloped your hand in both of his, forcing you to maintain your touch on him.

“and now you wanna fight? so you’re both spunky, too.” he quipped, but this time the tone in his voice almost mimicked a sense of wonder as he studied your face.

“....you’re dumb. anyways,, thanks for the syrup...” you try to dismiss, attempting to hop off the counter.

you barely get to move an inch, though, before heeseung released your hand and grabbed both sides of your waist, pushing you farther back on the granite countertop. the sudden movement caused you to jolt, squeezing the opened syrup bottle in shock. you whined seeing the sticky sweetness oozing around your hand. your eyes shot back up to your sister’s ex, your eyebrows furrowed in more confusion than annoyance.

“tsk, tsk, tsk, your parents were right, you really are a clumsy boy... so messy.” he commented, gently but firmly grabbing the wrist of your syrup covered hand.

your body felt a warmness surging through it from his touch alone, but you tried to keep your cool as his eyes intensely examined you. however, nothing could have prepared you for the unstoppable heat that surged through you when he sucked a couple of your fingers into his mouth.

you gasped, sitting there in utter shock. you felt paralyzed and speechless, unable to look away as heeseung’s mouth cleaned your digits of the sugary substance one by one. the feeling of his tongue swirling and prodding against the pads of your fingers was enough to make your cock twitch in your underwear.

your lips were parted in a silent breath as you tried to process what exactly was happening. just before you could snap back to reality and call his name in disbelief, he hummed around your fingers before releasing them from his warm mouth.

“i see the way you look at me,” heeseung murmured in a low octave, drawing closer to your face. “it’s how she did when she still loved me.”

you felt a lump in your throat, knowing he was referring to your sister. you could only offer breathless babbles while your mind began hazing over from your close proximity. you could already smell his addicting cologne invading your atmosphere.

“wha....what? hyung... i don’t know what you’re talking about but-“

“those eyes. those beautiful fucking eyes... they’re the same. i just wanted to make sure.” he continued.

you still felt immobilized as he softly nudged your nose with his, butterflies erupting in your stomach. he brought one of his large hands up to cup your jaw. his thumb lightly rubbed back and forth on your cheek, and you had to fight the urge to let your eyes droop closed and lean into his touch.

“your skin,, just as soft as hers... no, softer.”

you could only sit there nervously while he stared you down in a drawn out silence that had you squirming under his attention. he was making all these insane comparisons between you and your twin, but you were too enthralled that his attention was finally on you to care. this felt like one of your dreams- but you knew for sure this wasn’t a dream state when you felt your cock harden at the sight of heeseung’s eyes rolling back to the sound of you whimpering.

“you even sound the same... prettier... oh god, you really are just like your sister.” heeseung all but moaned, not wasting another second before smashing your lips together.

you couldn’t believe the feeling that overcame you.

you groaned into his mouth from the unexpected turn of events, causing him to kiss into you harder. the force of the kiss caused your head to bump into the cabinet, eliciting another whimper from you. this was something you’d been fantasizing over for a year, and the only thing that kept you from passing out in that moment was your need for him, not wanting to miss a second of it.

his plush lips worked into yours with an intensity that made you tighten your thighs around his waist, an action that only solidified his bulge. he hummed into your cavern, his grip on your face tightening as he licked his way into your mouth. the sensation of tasting the syrup he cleaned with his eager tongue was almost too much to bear, causing your hands to land on his wide shoulders.

heeseung couldn’t seem to stop releasing sounds at every little action you took. the way your body reacted to him perfectly mirrored how your sister’s did in the past, and it was turning him into a mad man. he was getting aroused, and fast. you tried to break away from the kiss for air, but he swiftly grabbed behind your head and forced your lips back together in a millisecond, drawing another long whine from you.

he groaned at how you clung even tighter to his shoulders, his tongue deliciously exploring your mouth and memorizing its grooves. you’re pink muscles ran over each other as he licked stripes along your teeth, your thighs involuntary pulling heeseung closer to you.

you felt heeseung begin suckling on your tongue when he felt your erection press up against his torso. his mouth happily swallowed your deep moans from the pleasure his abs provided your member even through the layers of fabric. his hands lied steadfast on your hips and encouraged you to grind against him - you complying a little too quickly, chasing that pleasure by messily bucking your hips forwards.

heeseung probably felt you going lightheaded, since he finally allowed you to break the kiss when you felt like your insides were burning.

you panted heavily, dropping your head low as you refilled your exhausted lungs. heeseung’s hands quietly moved underneath your large hoodie, running over the soft expanse of your bare torso. he massaged your waist and lower back as he studied you with hooded eyes, becoming even more horny at the sight of you recovering from your attempts to keep up with him.

you looked back up at him with an expression of disbelief mixed with pleading for more, your glistening and swollen lips looking even more kissable than before. you still couldn’t process everything that was happening, but your body was aching for him too much to think.

“h-hyung,” you stutter repeatedly as your eyes fell shut, only being able to focus on his relentless hands caressing you.

they felt like large clouds gliding across you, soothing your hot skin. his continued touch felt comforting, but also teasing. it was like he was drawing you in, daring you to want more. your eyes were glossed over, mind running ramped with all of the things you wanted from him in that moment now that you were sure this was all real.

“yes, y/n?” he spoke with an innocent tone as he looked down on you.

you couldn’t find the words. you opted to only grind into him more with a desperate hope he would get the message. his hands may have been gentle on your body, but they were only working you up more.

the tall male chuckled before dipping down to peck your lips a couple more times and grip two handfuls of your ass. you moaned at the sudden strength, moving as he urged you against his covered core. your mouth fell open at the friction of your stone hard bulges running along each other and his solid chest pressing tightly against your own. you immediately wished all the layers of clothes weren’t in the way.

“hee, please.... please” you moaned mindlessly as you continued chasing the sensation.

“please what, baby?” he cooed, watching you cling and rub against him like a needy puppy.

he almost lost his mind out of his own rising need, but he wanted to be fully present and in control of this moment. he wanted to catch every second of his ex’s twin brother fulfill the desire he still craved so badly.

before you could answer him, his hands continued to snake up underneath your hoodie and grip the nape of your neck, holding you still as he recaptured your whiny mouth. he was drunk on the way your smaller figure fit perfectly in his hands. the sound your pairs of lips made together during their tango was intoxicating. you swore you were floating among all the stimulation you felt. it was no wonder your sister couldn’t control herself whenever he was around - this man was addicting.

you actually did start to feel a bit of guilt once your mind shifted to your sister and what she would think if she saw the two of you like this. but it definitely wasn’t cheating, right? she broke up with him. although it technically wasn’t wrong, and certainly did feel all too right, your conscious felt heavy.

however, your body once again betrayed your mind’s attempt at rationalizing; you were just too lost in heeseung’s touch.

the deal was sealed when the tall brunette started nipping at your bottom lip during your make out, forcing every other thought that didn’t have to do with his lips fleeing your head at super sonic speeds. there was no where in the world you wanted to be more than in between his teeth.

heeseung traveled to start sucking and licking on the sensitive skin of your neck, the building desire inside of you finally giving you the strength to form a proper sentence.

“more, more, please heeseung.... ‘need you...”

heeseung smirked into the crook under your jaw, having heard what he wanted. he littered the column of your throat in a few more kisses while grinding his hard-on teasingly against your hip bone, causing your hands to tangle in his perfect locks. before fully standing up again, he scooted you backwards until your head rested against the top cabinet once more. heeseung was so content with himself so far, admiring how good you looked with your already fucked out expression from just a bit of his foreplay.

he slowly reached forward, lifting up the oversized hem of your hoodie and pulling on the bands of your boxers. you both looked down to witness the small wet patch of precum that had left a stain.

“such a needy boy... you’re my needy boy now, aren’t you?” he asked while grinning almost sinisterly at you.

you only whimpered and nodded, doing anything to earn relief for your now throbbing length. heeseung’s golden boy demeanor had changed in just a few short minutes, and you couldn’t fathom how hot it was.

he then shimmied your boxers down until they hung loosely around your dangling ankles. he then sunk to his knees, eye level with your exposed member. you squirmed again under his intense gaze, feeling vulnerable. he looked up at you with those bambi eyes, giving you a reassuring smile as if he could read your mind, and started kissing up the inside of your thighs.

“don’t be nervous, little one. you look so fucking good.” he mumbled between kisses, sucking the thin skin of your thighs between his teeth the higher he got.

you labored your heavy breathing, silently pleading for him to just touch you already, but he seemed so content covering every area except where you needed him most. each of his kisses were sending static through your sensitive skin, and the sight alone of him leaving marks on you was enough to make you moan while continuing to rub your hands through his hair. but you still needed more.

heeseung then teased the underside of your shaft with short licks, causing you to babble gibberish pleas out loud. but no matter how hard you pathetically tugged on his hair, he was determined to go at his own pace. his kitten licks felt like they lasted an eternity while he massaged both of your bare thighs. but once he was content with your whines he finally gave you one strong lap from your sensitive testicles to the head of your cock, taking all of it in his mouth with ease.

your eyes screwed shut when you felt his skillful tongue massage your length while he sucked slowly and passionately. you physically couldn’t stop his name from flowing out of your mouth upon feeling all the pleasure.

heeseung only worked you for a minute before he released a deep moan from how your fingers kneaded his scalp. the vibration caused you to twitch, and heeseung had somehow managed to read your mind again - and he wasn’t going to let this moment end so soon.

he released your cock from his plump lips, much to your disdain.

“hyung, please. please. i was so close, i was so so close.” you pant, pulling at his forearms when he returned to his feet.

the older male couldn’t stop himself from smiling sweetly at your shameless begs, his own neglected cock tight in his shorts.

“i know, angel, i know. but my pretty boy didn’t want to finish in my mouth so soon, right?” he cooed while stroking your marked thighs.

but you did, you really did. you wanted to feel his warm cavern around your begging cock forever. his baby talk also didn’t help your growing frustration of having the man of your dreams tamper with your sensitive state.

your hands wrapped around his neck to pull him into another kiss, but he jerked his head backwards before your lips could touch. he loved watching your furrowed brows of frustration - it reminded him so much of your sister it was insane, but he was starting to think about how much cuter it looked on you.

you tugged on him again like a toddler with their mother at a toy store.

“hee, look, I just-”

and then you both heard it, the front door opening.

your sister was home from class. you felt your face go pale, and heeseung felt all his blood rush south. if his erection wasn’t already as hard as humanely possible before, it definitely was now. his widening grin only scared you more, and you almost shrieked when he effortlessly scooped your bare bottom off the counter, hauling you to your bedroom.

you clung to him tightly, too petrified to even utter a questioning peep to him as you heard your sister’s keys jingle while making her way through the house.

once you reached your room, he slammed you against your door.

“oh my god, what are you do-”

and suddenly you’re down three unfinished sentences, heeseung’s pillowy lips molding with yours. this kiss wasn’t quite like the others, as its passion caused your air suspended toes to curl. you could feel your eyes cross and your legs squeeze around his waist as he kissed your breath away, one of his hands reaching up to hold your neck in firmly place. he ground his hips into yours, a mewl threatening to escape.

you didn’t dare let out a sound, though, especially after hearing your older sister’s footsteps quickly approach your door. she rapidly knocked on the wood that your back was pressed firmly against, you being able to feel the worry through the vibrations.

“y/n?! are you alright? what was that banging I just heard?” she called in a panicked tone.

heeseung released your lips, gawking at your attempt to come back to your senses. his hooded gaze on you was intense, and you knew he was ordering you to answer her. your blood rushed through your veins in adrenaline, and you were so aroused you weren’t sure if you could even speak. but you had to.

“y-yeah!” you stuttered, pacing your breathing. “i’m good, just tripped trying to rearrange in here.”

you pray she can’t hear your panting from the other side as it increases with nervousness, and with the way heeseung was smirking at you. he tightens his grip on you as he leans in and licks a slow trail from your collarbone to your earlobe, causing your jaw to hang open and press your hips forward.

“oh, ok?” she replies skeptically. it then goes silent.

you and heeseung scan each others eyes, and you wanted to beg him to stop, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. you didn’t know how much longer you could last, but the whole situation had the fire in your stomach only growing hotter.

heeseung took the initiative and enveloped your mouth once again, grinding into your bare hips torturously slow in order to not rattle the door. it took so much strength to stay quiet that you swore you were losing your sanity. you started to care less and less about getting caught as heeseung sucked on your bottom lip before his tongue started tracing shapes into the roof of your mouth. you almost allowed a groan to escape your throat before you heard your sister speak up from outside again.

“wait?? where’s heeseung at? i saw his car in the driveway.”

you panicked, your heart sinking to your gut. you looked at heeseung questioningly, pleading for an excuse. he simply rose his eyebrows at you with no solution, diving back in to nibble at your earlobe. you couldn’t believe he was leaving you to deal with this.

“uh-... i don’t know?” you called back, rummaging your brain for details. “i think he walked over to the neighbors to ask if we could borrow... um,, syrup.”

heeseung smirked into your skin, nearly chuckling aloud. he adjusted his hold on you and in seconds you were zipping through the air again, being hauled back-first onto your bed.

“the neighbors??” she replied, sounding in disbelief. “but these waffles out here look fine... can I have some if you’re not gonna eat them?”

“sure, go ahead.” you mumbled as heeseung triumphantly nipped at your collarbone, your breathless tone almost giving you away.

you relaxed as you heard her finally shuffle away from your door. you released a deep sigh and your hands frantically helped strip heeseung of his shirt. your breath hitched at the sight of his perfect body - all of his time at the gym were clearly paying off. your hands immediately ran over his warm abs and solid chest, nearly drooling at the smoothness under your touch.

this only made heeseung smirk with pride. after letting you have your fun, he caught your hand and started littering kisses from your wrist, up your forearm, and past your biceps. you felt his tongue drag across your limb ever so lightly, and it made your head spin.

heeseung, hovering over you, had just started sucking harshly on the crook of your neck before your sister’s shrieking voice rung again, causing you both to jump.

“AND Y/N!!!!! how many times do i have to tell you to STOP leaving your underwear laying around the house?!!”

you gasped, forgetting how you were stripped and whisked away before being able to clean up anything.

you offered a weak apology, trying your best not to mewl as heeseung licked slowly over the red marks forming on your body.

“oh baby, if only she knew you won’t be needing those any time soon.” heeseung whispered devilishly in your ear, causing heat to rise to both your face and manhood.

after waiting for the coast to finally be clear, heeseung made sure both of your clothes were removed, except your hoodie, which he simply bunched up around your chest. you didn’t know it, but it was exactly how your twin looked when he claimed her for the first time - and seeing the same thing done to you made his member twitch uncontrollably.

heeseung could’ve prepped you, but the both of you were so desperate after all of the build up he knew neither of you could handle it anymore. now, he just wanted to make an utter mess of you.

he grabbed a gentle hold of your member, stroking as he aligned his hard-on to your bottom.

“is my baby boy, ready?” he questioned, in which you could only eagerly nod.

he began pushing himself into you, and the stretch had proven to you that he was so much larger than you even expected. you bit on to your knuckles to prevent from crying out, knowing that your sister would 100% hear you from the kitchen.

heeseung watched you contently as he continued to push into you, absolutely reveling in your contorted face. while you were fully focused on taking him, he could see you holding back tears and cries, and he didn’t like it. he needed to hear the same angelic noises that he had pulled out of you earlier, he was high on them.

he bottomed out in you, and froze, allowing you to adjust. your arms wrapped around him and pressed your bodies together as if your life depended on it. when you signaled for him to move, he remained still, drawing another soft “please” from you.

instead, he craned his neck down slightly and bunched your hoodie up higher, pressing his tongue flat on one of your nipples.

you let out a gasp, much too loud, at the electricity you felt. once heeseung started sucking your hardened bud, you swore you could climax from that alone. you pathetically bucked your hips, tears starting to brim at your eyes as heeseung switched back and forth between your extremely sensative buds. he lapped at your nipples like they were candy, and you were absolutely begging for him to start thrusting into you. you wanted to feel all of him so bad, and swore you were going to evaporate if you didn’t come soon.

heeseung looked up at your tear strained face, and felt like he was in heaven.

“ah, there’s my weeping angel.” he cooed, dragging his tongue up your cheeks to catch your salty tears.

he groaned, kissing you on your nose gently before he finally gave you what you wanted. with a strong roll of his pelvis, you felt a wave of pleasure and pain take over you. you were sent into the stars as heeseung progressively picked up speed, and you could feel your legs quaking. the taller male pressed his body harder into you, cradling your head in both of his hands while his thrusts continued. he was obsessed with how your adorable face looked amidst the overwhelming pleasure, and he swore you were the most precious thing he’d ever seen.

the way your walls clenched around his large cock made him moan, also too loudly, but you two were much too far gone in each other to care.

“you’re doing so good for me, prince. oh my god, you’re so pretty.”

you chocked back sobs, running your hands up and down his defined back.

“s-so, big,” was all you could mutter, yet still it made heeseung’s heart burst with even more confidence.

he saw your attempt to keep speaking, and gently hushed you with kisses to your lips. he savored the taste of you, your entire essence running wild through his senses. you two lived in the euphoric moment for a short while longer, before you moaned at the overwhelming feeling of your cock brushing against heeseung’s abs.

“i’m-.. heeseung, i’m gonna...” you gasped just above a whisper, your hold on him tightening.

“let it go, baby. come for me,, right now.” he spoke, trapping your lips completely in his.

you moaned into each other’s mouths, you spilling your love liquids along his torso while he emptied into you. he ran his fingers along your hair, massaging into your scalp while you both rode you highs.

after finishing, heeseung collapsed next to you, keeping a hand attentively behind your neck. you lied there for a minute, completely on cloud 9, before you looked over to see heeseung watching you with a fond smile. his bare chest, slightly covered in your arousal, rose and fell theatrically with his breaths - and if you weren’t so spent, the sight would’ve worked you up all over again.

you rolled over to your side and held your arms out to him, and he didn’t miss a beat to pull you in closer to his embrace. you sat there and exchanged affectionate stares through your mutually beautiful eyes, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“hyung, i’ve wanted this for a really long time.” you murmur timidly, softly stroking his bicep with your smaller hands.

heeseung’s signature grin grew on his face once more.

“i had no idea how bad i wanted it... but now that i have you, don’t expect me to ever let go.”