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engie-the-profit · 7 months
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fleetfinite posting hours, look at my goobers
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brookheimer · 11 months
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sooooo much to say about tomshiv fight oh my god. holy fuck
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saturnsorbits · 2 years
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Monoma doesn’t know who he is…
While all the kids where busy getting their quirks and discovering things about themselves, Monoma found out that he’d only ever be as good as what he could steal… Learned that his quirk, quite literally, was to become something else, someone else: someone better.
It’s hard, learning that you’re not really you, but always part something more. He never really understood it, but life was always there to teach him not to question it.
He was taught this on the playground when he could only overcome a bully by stealing his levitation quirk. Had it beaten into him when new friends would ask to see his quirk and he just… Couldn’t, because he hadn’t copied anything for a while. At first he made excuses and tried to explain, but no-one is interested in being stolen from in theory or in practice.
So, screw him if he learned to deal with the fact that on his own he is nothing more than his ability to steal. Fuck him, for becoming harsh, for beginning to transform into the thing everyone else had already decided he would be…
#Marquie has me thinking so I’m climbing out of my Monoma-fucker box for a hot second…#I just think he’s a prick because he’s had to deal with so much shit; y’know?#Quirks; in essence; are an extension of one’s-self - so I can understand how someone ‘stealing/copying’ that would be uncomfortable.#Plus; kids are arseholes and I refuse to believe he didn’t fall victim to the ‘Ew you’re just copying me’ individualism argument.#So… At some point; he stopped caring.#Stopping trying to create his own identity in the ashes of everyone else’s… And just became what was expected of him.#And if it was expected for him to become a prick - Well; he guessed that was who he was.#(I think this is why he draws a super interesting contrast to Bakugo and Shinso…#Bakugo bc; One: We all saw how hot that scene was when he copied Bakugo’s quirk for the first time during the sports festival…#That was sexy shit. Don’t lie to yourself. Love him or hate him. That was fucking delicious; but anyway -#Bakugo is naturally brilliant and strong; embodies his quirk perfectly and he’s so fucking ungrateful -#it’s a wonderful contrast to Monoma who is ill-fitted to everyone else’s quirk and constantly on the back foot.#Also; they’re both the same ass for different reasons.#And Shinso; bc both of their quirks are ‘villainous’ they both take things from others [Quirks vs Control]#and have suffered in an individualistic way because of their quirks.#The only main difference between them is that Shinso is still rebelling against this ideology whereas Monoma has accepted it).#(He’s also super similar to Kaminari if we’re talking insecurity masking bc: over confidence vs humour)#Anyway. I’m going to shut up now; but I love him. Okay.
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chocoenvy · 2 years
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shatters your door im taking vampire reader n running w it. lil bastard vampire reader/darling/tsaritsa 📣
bc what's better then one toxic yandere partner??? TWO.
you go from a menace that does as they pleases, terrifying local villages and making a name for yourself, to a glorified pet of all things.
the tsaritsa and darling just picking you up while in the middle of no where like your a stray 😭
you try to cause problems and get them to think your too much work but they just think your escape attempts are cute. the other acolytes do not.
you are constantly causing problems for them n bullying them but they can't do anything bc your favored by Darling.
also reader constantly trying to bite darling + the tsaritsa when their being affectionate but they just think your play biting bc its like being stabbed by a wet noodle. keep doing it long enough and they'll start biting back though. gonna walk out looking like you just got mauled
also darling only letting you feed from them or the tsaritsa. they say it's bc you deserve only the best of the best, but your 99% sure it's because their blood, and the tsaritsa's to a lesser extent, makes you drowsy and docile. it's addicting too.
you managed to run away a total of once, and the moment you tried to drink any blood other then theirs, it made you sick.
so now you just angrily seethe in darlings palace while they coo about how cute it is when you pout. everything you do is cute to them. biting?? just play bites. your fangs aren't even strong enough to break their skin, and theirs are so much bigger then yours. they just find it adorable. most of all they find your blood drunken state directly after feeding adorable too. they get to pamper you and be as affectionate as they please without you biting and twisting about. if you drink darlings blood, doubly so, as you seek out affection. nuzzling into their palms and being so sweet for them..
Uh Oh this got out of hand n i wrote too much already so im cutting this short 🤸‍♂️ - eros
"cutting this short"- YOU HAVE MORE? EROS GET BACK HERE-
i've read this at least five times already and im frothing at the mouth yandere tsaritsa and darling x reader is the best ship ever bc i said so AND THROWING VAMPIRE READER INTO THE MIX TOO?? IT'S LITERALLY PERFECT
this is rotting my brain so badly i can't even put into words omfg i love this im keeping this in a locket so i can stare at it all the time and people will be like "oh is taht a picture of someone important?" "No its vampire reader x yandere tsaritsa x yandere darling- why are you looking at me like that?"
#choco.asks#*~frequent customer#i really wish i had more to add but my brain is actually rotting this is <333#sorry i just love darling and the tsaritsa and both of them with vampire reader#im going insane :)#picking you up like you're a stray#they're such fucking menaces i love them#darling saw you and was like 'that thing is causing problems for the people of snezhnaya but they're kinda cute'#and they just fucking pick you up and you try biting at them and kicking and screaming but they just fucking laugh at your struggles#i feel tsaritsa would take some time to warm up to you and would come damn close to just knocking you out#but she grows to love you and adore messing with you#also shut up i adore the thought of the tsaritsa or darling biting at their wrist or smth so you can suck from it#bc your teeth can't break their skin#so you literally rely on them to keep you alive#because im convinced that your escape attempt was planned#and as you said darling and tsaritsa get jealous at the thought of someone else's blood on you#so i think it was planned to show you how yucky everyone else's blood is#you should just stay with them :) let them provide you with all the blood you need#and and when they start biting back i just-#tsaritsa is gentler me thinks she just nips back at you playfully (and also she'd kill you if she actually bit you)#while darling gives you NO WARNINGS you bite at them and they're biting you with the same ferocity you bit them#AND YOU SOUND LIKE A KICKED PUPPY WHEN THEY BITE YOU CAUSE GODDAMN THAT SHIT HURT#they're laughing with your blood running down their face but you're over there pouting in tears with your blood smeared everywhere#OKAY I'LL SHUT UP BYE
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oatbugs · 1 year
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the way my heart sank . lol
#tried to get on a call to study w my gf bc weve both been avoiding stuff we Have to do and its been making us anxious#but esp her bc shes been in this cycle for a while and shes struggling w it a lot . and i love her and i want the best for her#and all my friends r like u should push each other to do better even if its uncomfortable somewhat and i agree#so we were like. yh lets do stuff / get on our work tmrw even tho its anxiety-inducing etc...and then we got on a call#and this is the most like. bored/displeased ive ever heard her sound like she seemed extremely disinterested and even mildly irritated#and it honestly shocked me ??? so i ended the call bc i need to do work and it was making me sad#and im trying to listen to words more than tone but it was so extreme and such a sudden change that it literally wasnt good for me . im so#confused rn . like ik facing tasks youve been avoiding for months causes anxiety ik theres like a mental block around it that makes u not#want to deal w it or become irritated at ppl who suggest that you should#but omg?? it was so weird and like. when i said she was making me sad so i wanted to end the call she was like. ok 😐#which is a fair response ig but shes never responded to me that way b4...like what is this what is happening...#i want smn who encourages me to move forward and who appreciated that i want them to do the same#instead of staying stagnant and anxious for months. i talked abt this before on here and everyone collectively was like Be More Patient and#work through it w her etc etc (my friends said the exact opposite tho) and i have been Trying To but its making me feel actively . bad.#like. im Afraid.#to bring it up . and then when i finally did say yh lets do smth lets get thru this tgth she just shut down on me somehow#idk what else i can do#i will talk to her abt it later i just need to work rn. i had to get this out of my system first.#shes so sweet and wonderful and supportive usually. but when it comes to thsi topic. im rly shocked idk#i knew she felt bad abt it but i thought she agreed to move through it w me and i didnt expect her to direct it at me#like whatever i said shed give me the coldest ok 😐. like. again nothing inherently wrong w that but when contrasted w#the way she talks to me usually there IS smth wrong it . its jarring and uncomfortable and made me rly upset bc it felt like she was mad at#me for trying to help . idk#UGH whatever ill talk 2 her later i have to do this lecture itll help distract me
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peachypizzicato · 8 months
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HEYHEY HAVE U SEEN THE NEW WELCME HOME UPDATE , ESP BARNABY AND HOWDY’S VOICE RECORDINGS !! :0 theyre sooo silly n fun
YEAAAAA I LOVE EVERYTHING AO MUCH I LOVE MY SILLIES I AM FEELING SHRIMP EMOTIONS IM!!!!!!
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caruliaa · 11 months
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i hope the celling fan fall on yall 😒
#/ref obsessed with this phrase#anyway this is abt the fucingng obsession with the mario movie. dont wanna be a dick but omfg#the thing is like. a lot of the people just yk enjoy the fucking movie and thats fine and chill whatever#bowser sings one of my names at some point apparenty i dont have the right to complain whatever#but like. every person i trust to come at this with good faith has said that the movie is fun bc mario references and j being silly fun#whatever bla bla but other than thats it doesnt rly have much depth and like. isnt a superr great movie#but when everyone else comes at it with HOWW DAREE CRITICS NOT LIKE THE MARIO MOVIE ITS GOOD >:( its like. shut up#like you have to acknowledge when most of the joy of a movie comes from refernces not everyone gonna get#people arent going to treat it like its a masterpeice !! and thats okay whatever !!!#and the movie being fun without any other depth to it doenst automatically make it the most incredible movie ever#obvs the mario movies doesnt need to try to be emotional but like. you can make a movie thats but fun and emotionally impactful#at the same damm time !!!! its possible belive it or not !!!#the one of/most popular/well loved animated movie of last year and most popular movie overall of last year are both movies that#(while i havent seen one of them yet sorryy to the eeaaw girls 😶😶😶 will one day soon i prommy)#are both very fun and silly in places and known and loved for the emotinal impact they had on people cmon man !!#when the animated movie there is still in cinemas for many at the same time of the mario movie#the argument that the movie is fun or a kids movie so u shldnt expect any depth is dumb#the argument that its a mario movie and mario isnt a very plot heavy game makes more sense tho but i feel like#less ppl are making that for some reason? like it not no one but still. and the mario games are capable of depth sometimes#not to mention the reason having less depth with plot works is due to fun gameplay which idk if fun movie scenes can replicate fully#anyway enjoy the mario movie whatever have fun i literally love mario so fucking myslef and ik most ppl are like#being normal abt it and just enjoying a movie but man are the vocal minority just have fully put me off of it#my sibling is going tmrw and im not joining them bc im watching pibtlw w james+luce. but i also just dont wanna at this point#flappy rambles
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orcelito · 1 year
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🧍
Well.
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percyshipz · 2 years
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Every night for the past week I’m trying not to add someone from my crush list to my fucking f/o list. I just. I want to but UEFHS HUIFSHUISEFHUISEFHU I lowkey feel so embarrassed and dumb but also might already be making dumb ship art anyway so.  Maybe i will 🙄
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caramel-ribbons · 10 months
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I just watched Avatar for the first time all the way through, and yeah, it’s great, but the one thing that surprised me was how different Katara was compared to the fandom interpretation I’d seen and internalized before watching.
Like, before you watch Avatar, you’ve seen all these memes about Katara and her mom, and based on those memes, you assume it’s one of those lines you have to get used to hearing at least once every episode. But then you watch the show and realize that she only talks about her mom maybe five or six times per season and you also realize she only brings her up when she’s trying to comfort someone or empathize with them because that’s how she processes her grief and that’s one way she connects with people.
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Or you hear the infamous line, “then you didn’t love [our mother] the way I did” and you prepare yourself for one of the worst character assassinations ever only to see the scene after nearly three seasons worth of context and realize she was kinda right. She’s been the mother, the nurturer, the comforter. She’s been patient, gentle, and accommodating where everyone else has gotten to be insensible and reckless and childish, and the one moment where she allows herself to feel her grief, suddenly she’s this evil bitch and not, y’know, a 14 year old girl whose been thrusted into adulthood in a way no other character has. A 14 year old girl who should be allowed immaturity and raw emotion and anger instead of the patience and grace she’s been forced to extend to every character without even the smallest amount of gratitude or even consideration in return.
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Or you see all of the clips where Katara puts Aang in the “friendzone” and you expect to have this wishy washy back and forth where Aang is putting his feelings out there only to have Katara neither commit nor express any clear reciprocation or rejection. Then you watch and realize that, as cute as the ship is initially, that there’s never a point where Aang returns any comfort or grace to Katara despite her always doing this for him to the point of coddling. That for as much as Aang says he loves her, he never seems to outgrow his perception of her so he can recognize her as someone who feels grief, anger, and pain as much as she expresses love, kindness, and maturity. And instead of having moments where he learns to see her beyond her strength or compassion, you’re instead given moments where Aang forces his feelings onto her, both romantic and non-romantic, and Katara is expected to just…shoulder those feelings the way she shoulders everyone else’s.
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Katara is the most misunderstood character in the show. As much as people recognize the complexities of Zuko, Sokka, and Azula, they struggle to do the same for Katara because they see her struggles as somehow lesser, and therefore, less deserving of sympathy. They can handle her so long as she’s being endlessly patient and loving and kind, but the moment her endless love, patience, and kindness runs out, she’s suddenly this annoying bitch who can’t shut up about her mother or reciprocate Aang’s feelings. But Katara’s trauma does matter as much as anyone else’s. No, she wasn’t banished from her kingdom. No, she didn’t lose her entire community, and no, she isn’t the only one who lost her mother. But the difference between her and everyone else whose experienced loss because of the Fire Nation is that she’s never given time to process her trauma. Aang gets to lean on Katara constantly. Toph gets to express her feelings to Katara, and yeah, Sokka also lost their mother, but unlike Katara, he isn’t put in the position of being a substitute for everyone’s parent. He even admits that he sees his sister as a mother. The only characters who ever comfort Katara or allow her to vent is Zuko and her father and that’s, like, three scenes in a show where the other characters are consistently given opportunities to seek out Katara for unconditional support.
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The fandom interpretation of Katara has been so bastardized that even those who haven’t watched the show know her for this fanon version and not for who she is. She’s such an interesting character beyond her fandom limitations, though. She’s brave, hot-headed, and hopeful as well as gentle and caring. She wishes to learn waterbending, not only because she wants to fight in the war, but because she wants to continue her culture’s practices because, and people often forget this, she also lost an entire subculture within her already fractured tribe. And she wants to defeat the Fire Nation both because of her deep love and empathy for other people, but also because she wants to avenge her mother. But because some of the fans have reduced Katara to a bitch who constantly whines about her mother and friendzones Aang, you wouldn’t know any of this, and it sucks because she’s the only character whose been dumbed down to such an extent.
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daddyricsdoll · 1 month
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Vanilla? ✭ Oscar Piastri
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Summary: It's always the quiet ones that are the freakiest. But that wasn't what every other driver on the grid thought as they teased Oscar and you for being too innocent to know anything beyond vanilla sex. So when you guys didn't put up a fight, they figured they were right... until someone was lucky enough to see you and Oscar on the other end of the spectrum of "plain sex".
Warnings: not vanilla sex! fingering, oral (male receiving), bondage (hands tied together), spreader bar (if that even what it’s called), unprotected sex, rough because how else would you have it? Gagging and deep-throating Oscar’s huge dick 😩
Word Count: 1.6k
A/N: Oscar is the man who makes me wanna wake up in the morning and I love it!! I'm so obsessed with him it's making me go insane, but if I'm going insane it's fine because I'm going insane over him. Everything about him is beautiful and I wanna call him pretty and gorgeous and watch as he blushes. Then ride him and take control of him until he wants to teach me lesson and makes me pass out. (I’m just a girl) Based off of this request.
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“Oscar, how would you say relationships outside of F1 have helped you grow in this sport as a driver and as a person. If they had an impact, and if not then why?” Oscar’s PR manager testing questions on him, posing as one of the many journalists trying to break Oscar’s wall that he’s been perfect at keeping up so far. He finds it amusing that they have so much interest in his life, only encouraging him to keep his words to a minimum. Well as long as you don’t come up– his cheeks immediately flush and he starts every sentence with “my girlfriend” before he looks at others and silently begs them to say something to shut him up.
“Well, everyone’s been supportive of my career. Which only makes me want to do my best, and better than that.” Keeping a straight face as he answers until he looks at you beside him then Lando with a proud grin on his face.
“Who’s everyone…? Your girlfriend?” Lando’s voice teases, like every schoolgirl talking about their friend's crush.
“I- yeah. She does a lot for me, helps me let off steam before and after races, she also-”
“Let off steam, huh? Is my Oscar making his girlfriend cum to let off steam?” Lando’s mouth wide open, making an ‘o’ shape. Both you and Oscar have mixed emotions– heat coursing through you remembering just this morning, but also shock from Lando’s unhinged question.
“You’d be surprised?” Oscar’s answer broad, but you knew. Letting Lando believe that Oscar lets you cum, when his favourite thing is edging you until tears roll down your face.
“Oscar, you probably just learnt what a clit is.” Lando having nothing better to do than tease him as his pale cheeks turn pink. 
“Believe whatever makes you happy.” Oscar shutting down the conversation before he reveals too much, a little smile on his lips as he chuckles and moves his hand further up your thigh.
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆
It wasn’t just Lando who would have a say about you and Oscar’s sexual life, but any driver who happened to walk into the conversation at the perfect time.
“Oh yeah, Oscar you’re vanilla.” His fellow Australian, Daniel Ricciardo, says. Joining them on their walk to wherever they all had to be next. 
“Well actually I think Oscar is a little more than vanilla. He’s vanilla but not vanilla.” Logan pops in too.
“No. Oscar is sooo vanilla. Like he’s too scared to choke his girlfriend because she’ll die and he’s never marked her so she knows she’s his.” Lando expresses his words with so much passion it makes Oscar roll his eyes but know exactly what Lando’s doing when their hotel rooms are beside each other and he’s invited a girl over. 
“Wow. Calm down Lando, I think we learnt a little bit more from you than Oscar. You definitely need a girlfriend.” Daniel spoke the words everyone was thinking. Letting Oscar finally breathe and have all the attention over to Lando and his desires.
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“Fuck, I needed you.” Oscar groans out, thrusting himself ever deeper into your mouth. “Talking ‘bout how vanilla we are. But look at us.” The position you were in was unimaginable. You lay on your back, head on the edge of the sofa as Oscar rammed into your mouth with his fingers opening you wide and making you cum. But still, that wasn’t enough, your hands tied together and a spreading bar made sure your legs couldn’t be shut, always ready for Oscar, but with a blindfold over your eyes how would you know? Each of your moans were muffled by his cock and as one of his hands played with your clit the other toyed with your nipple.
Blood rushed to your head from this position and it filled in for the loss of his hand around your neck. Oscar pounded into you, his dick making you gag as you deepthroated him. An explosion of fireworks inside of you as he continued making you cum, a loud scream trying it’s best to flee your puffy lips, but Oscar couldn’t help but enjoy hearing you struggle to make out any coherent sounds because of his cock. 
By now it was impossible to remember the amount of times he had made you release. From his mouth, fingers and dick, all you did know was that that number was only going to increase. 
Each of his moves were so intense, Oscar had you spellbound. Unable to notice anything other than him. Well that was until he pounded himself as deep as he could into your mouth and then stopped. Everything went silent.
“Oh fuck! Oscar?!” Those words certainly didn’t come out of your mouth, and when you realised who did say that, oh you couldn’t have been more embarrassed, but somehow aroused. Seconds later the door finally shut, and you could only think about the uncensored view Lando had of the both of you. 
“Fuck, I’ll deal with him later. But for now…you need to cum.” Pulling out of your swollen mouth and grabbing you off the couch to lay your shamelessly sinful body on the floor. Oscar doesn’t take his time, manhandling your legs so your feet are nearly inline with your head and then making your arms keep them back by going in front of the spreader bar.
Leaving your pussy so exposed and vulnerable that Oscar could do whatever he liked between those drenched folds. It was always a gamble with Oscar, sometimes he’d take his time to tease you, others he wouldn’t even give you time to catch breath. This was just as unpredictable as others, by now you would either be covered in your own tears from his edging or on the verge of passing out because you could feel him in your throat after coming in you repeatedly. 
You felt less of an advantage, not even being able to lay eyes on him, so you listened to your own heavy breathing until he touched you again. Fingers going between your folds and spreading them apart with his index and ring finger. Lightly teasing you with his middle one. “Looks like you’ve had enough today huh? Or can you take one more?” 
You nod your head as an answer, but it’s never enough as he asks you for words.
“Y-yes. I can take more.” You force out between breaths, in shock of how you even managed to say those words. 
“Oh really? Well that’s great.” Oscar holds your pliant body up even further and then makes a swift move of ramming himself deep inside of you. Once again it pulled all of the oxygen from your lungs and the stretch from the position couldn’t be compared to the stretch from his cock. You couldn’t complain as he thrusted in again and hit your g-spot. Bringing more tears to your red eyes.
Grunts and groans slipping past his lips and making his actions such a godly sensation. 
Oscar pounds himself into you with no mercy, finding pleasure in your moans and cries. You wish to hold him, dig your fingers into his shoulders and mark his back. Adorn his pale skin in love bites and make his lips swollen. Thinking about the way his body flexes with every thrust and how divine he would look from this position that you’ve been in many times but each new one has a different effect.
“What’d you think Lando’s telling them?” Oscar grips your thighs tighter–fingers certainly making bruises– keeping you in place as he vigorously rams inside of your overstimulated pussy. Never losing pattern or momentum.
“You think he’s telling them about how you took me so well? Your hands tied up? And how fucking good you looked between my legs.” Each of Oscar’s words having such an effect on you it could've been a trick of hypnotism. Your legs shaking and lips parted as you came. Oscar savoured the beautiful sounds leaving your mouth and he worked harder to fuck your high out and bring his in.
You clenched around him, forcing a moan to finally leave his lips and bless your ears. Oscar spasms and releases inside of you. Pushing himself so deep and his cum even deeper. He thrusts a few more times, easing both of you out and spreading his cum inside your walls. Oscar sits in you for a while before pulling out. “Fuck, that was so. Fucking. Good.” He starts untying you and helping you come undone from all of the restraints. Letting you lay flat on the floor as he did all the work.
“I would’ve been in you for hours if he didn’t come in. Can’t imagine what he said to them”
Oscar crawls up your body and plants a kiss on your lips. 
˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🎀༘⋆
Finally leaving Oscar’s room you both didn’t know what to expect. Well definitely not drivers surrounding a small table as Lando spoke to them all with hand actions and his face even worse. 
“Y’know vanilla isn’t even that bad. But wow Piastri, I didn’t think that.” Daniel brings all the attention to you two. Every driver turned their head with a series of reactions on their faces.
“You are freaky Oscar.” Logan couldn’t hold back and somehow Fernando was there to agree with him.
“I have to tell Charles! Now I know what you two do.” Pierre smirks, making you blush and look at the ground.
“Well I guess I was wrong, but Oscar why didn’t you tell me you sneaky boy. Because then I had to see it.” 
“It seemed like you wanted to join.” 
“No I-”
“The way you’re speaking about Lando, it seemed like you wanted to join.” Daniel once again kind of saving Oscar from these unfortunate topics.
“What? Guys this is about Oscar and how freaky he is with his girlfriend!”
“If you want to join, just ask.” You finally speak, teasing Lando and watching the way his face changes. 
“Oh you guys are so not vanilla!”
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lovebugism · 1 month
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eddie x shy!reader who has never been kissed before? 🥺
hope u like it :D — you ask eddie why he didn't kiss you last night (shy!fem!r, hurt/comfort, established relationship, 1k)
The night after Steve’s big house party, you wake up on the floor of Eddie’s room. He’d wanted you to take the bed, of course, but you refused to let him sleep alone. The two of you ended up sleeping right next to the mattress, as lovesick as you are stubborn.
His body is warm next to yours — a furnace that warms the quilt under your body and the comforter thrown over you. He’s lying on his stomach with his face shoved into the pillow. Hair wild and mouth open and so, so far away. You feel the distance like a heavy weight on your chest.
Eddie’s breath hitches in his throat when he rouses. His eyes flutter open, and you squeeze yours shut tight. You pretend to be asleep while he stretches his tired limbs. “I know you’re awake, you loon,” he teases through a yawn.
You smile despite yourself, peeking one eye open to find him already looking at you. His curly bangs are frizzed over his forehead. His chocolate button gaze is softly swollen with slumber. He’s sleep-drenched and utterly beautiful.
“No, I’m not,” you insist.
“Oh, yeah?” he huffs and turns onto his side, shifting closer to you. He sighs in contentment when his warm feet entwine with your colder ones. “Sorry, then. Don’t let me disturb your beauty rest, doll.”
He struggles to hold his eyes open, and your tired smile widens. Your hands tremble with the longing to reach for him — to smooth back the curls sticking to his jaw and to cradle his cheek in your palm — but you don’t let yourself. You cage them under your head and crumble beneath the weight of your yearning.
“Do you feel okay?” you ask.
“Yeah,” he answers, slurring slightly as he wakes. “I didn’t drink much ‘cause I knew I had to drive us home.”
He’d partied for an hour or more, soaking in the sunlight of everyone’s drunken attention. You were content just watching him. One painfully awkward exchange on the dancefloor later — involving an almost kiss that ended up as a friendly peck on your cheek — Eddie started to sober up. He scarfed down water and bread and tried to keep a tipsy Robin Buckley from getting into trouble.
“Do you feel okay?” Eddie wonders upon your silence.
“Mhmm.”
“Then what’s this look for, huh?” His hand rises from beneath the blanket and migrates to your face. He runs a gentle finger over the distant frown between your furrowed brows you didn’t realize was there.
“‘Cause you made me sleep on the floor all night,” you tease in a hushed tone.
He scoffs. “I wanted you to take the bed.”
“And Iwanted you to sleep in the bed with me.”
Eddie’s quiet laugh fills the dim bedroom. His crooked smile is quieter. “I just didn’t wanna make you uncomfortable, babe,” he confesses.
“Well, it wouldn’t’ve,” you murmur, gaze averted and half-shut. You busy your fidgeting hand with a rogue thread on the pillow beneath you. You wrap it around your pointer finger until the tip of it blooms a deeper shade.
“Good to know,” he smiles.
“Is that why…” The words get caught in your throat, and you trail off. You don’t bother to finish your sentence. You were barely brave enough to start it, anyway.
“Is that why what?”
You shake your head against the pillow. “Nothing.”
“No, c’mon,” Eddie croons, shifting again until his head’s on the very edge of his pillow, closer now to yours. He flashes you a soft, well-meaning smile. “Finish what you were gonna say…” he lilts quietly.
You swallow hard. “Is that why you didn’t wanna kiss me last night?”
Eddie’s breath catches for a moment. He exhales a forced laugh and musters a wavering smile. “You caught that, huh?”
“Kinda.”
“Sorry…” He doesn’t know what else to say — how to say that he’s head over heels in love with you and that he’s just a total dumbass. It’s somehow easier to apologize for being both.
“It’s no big deal,” you shrug, even though the thought has plagued your mind for nearly twelve hours now. “I just— I wasn’t sure if you, like, never wanted to kiss me ever, you know?”
“I wanna kiss you all the time,” he blurts with a scoffed laugh.
Your brows pinch. Your sheepish eyes flit between both his cinnamon ones. “Then why don’t you?”
“‘Cause I want you to feel comfortable around me,” he shrugs. “And I don’t wanna make you— you know— feel like I only want you around to be all over you all the time.”
You’re made of something softer than that, Eddie figures. You were delicate, like flower petals and early spring. He wants to treat you just as gently. He loves you so hard he’s scared he’ll break you.
“Well, sometimes I want you to be all over me,” you admit in a faint murmur, eyes sparkling and lips quirking.
Eddie grins wide. You have no idea that you’ve just unleashed a pandora’s box of his affection. Now that he’s got your permission to touch you, he’s not sure if he’ll ever stop.
“Noted,” he nods, shifting somehow closer until you’re sharing the same pillow. “What about now then, huh? Want me to be all over you— morning breath and all?”
You peer at him with doe eyes, firm and unblinking. “Want you all the time, Eds.”
“Good.”
He kisses you then, a gentle peck you didn’t know someone as brash as him was capable of. His plush lips press gently against yours, in a fleeting moment you grieve the second he pulls away. 
When he leans softly back to make sure you’re okay — to be certain that you still want more of him — you beat him to the punch. You chase him as he goes, caging his mouth in a deeper kiss that tastes only faintly of sleep. Your exhaled sighs fan together. Your lips click gently when you pull away.
“Woah,” you hear Eddie mumble.
It takes you a moment or more to open your eyes. You don’t realize how utterly dizzy you are until then. “Was that bad?” you murmur, face scrunched with misplaced panic.
Eddie shakes his wild head until the words catch up to him. “No. No, I just… I can’t believe we haven’t been doing this the whole time,” he confesses with a boyish laugh.
Your giggling entwines with his — innocent and pure and golden. He’s kissing the breath from your lungs a second later, with all the intensity of someone making up for lost time.
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I’m such a sucker for ill timed kink discovery
I’m talking about Steve Has A Hair Pulling kink but doesn’t really know it. He’s always really liked when people play with his hair but
He gets close to Eddie. Because Eddie gets close to Robin and they have a bond that doesn’t make sense to Steve and he’s a little jealous over it but whatever, fine. It takes a few months for Steve to really warm up to Eddie.
And then it’s over.
They start cuddling. Only, it’s not cuddling? It isn’t. Steve just gets high with Robin and Nancy and Jonathan and Eddie and everyone is so nice and so chill and things aren’t weird like they used to be. So Steve relaxes, splays his feet out in Robin’s lap as he lays his head in Eddie’s lap. It’s a first and Eddie definitely freezes for a good few seconds when Steve does it but he lets it happen
He doesn’t touch Steve the first time.
He touches him the second time. When they’re all hanging out and the lights are low and Steve does it again and Robin only halfway gives him a weird look. It doesn’t stop Steve form blinking tired eyes up at Eddie, watching the way he gulps and hovers a hand over Steve’s face.
“I like when people pet my hair,” He says unhelpfully, so high he can barely concentrate. Eddie makes a soft noise and blinks down at him. “You should- you should do that.”
Eddie doesn’t hesitate for long, his fingers carding through. Touching the scalp, nails catching.
It’s the first time Steve has ever broken out into goosebumps over something so simple.
And then it becomes a habit. Steve falls asleep in Eddie’s lap and it becomes a habit because Eddie can’t seem to stop and Steve can’t seem to stop him. So he sits in front of Eddie whenever he can. Lays all over him, high or not.
One day, it all goes to shit. He’s high again, head placed in Eddie’s lap. Ignoring whatever movie they’re watching in the dark. Eyes closed and mind drifting as Eddie pets him. Steve isn’t sure how his hands never get tired but he isn’t complaining.
Robin screams at an ill timed jump scare and of course, of course. The universe loves to mock Steve. Eddie’s hand clenched reflexively and he pulls, PULLS at Steve’s hair. Sudden and hard. Just yanks from the root and-
Steve feels it like a shock collar. Like a bolt of lightning. Right into his scalp, a shiver that works its way down his body. He’s half hard before he can really do anything about it. And of course he had to panic. What else can he do but bolt upright and off the couch? Stumbling toward the nearest bathroom before anyone can think much of it? Mumbles off an excuse about being dizzy.
Eddie is at the door once Steve gets out. Once he splashes his face with cold water and tries to wills away his sudden boner and WHY the FUCK he would get one in the first place. Past the whole “maybe I like guys” thing that he’s been ruminating on since freshmen year.
Eddie is so sweet to him, worried that Steve really got too high. He’s even ready with a bottle of water. It’s painful and it makes Steve feel even worse.
It isn’t supposed to happen again but it does. Yes, it does. The next time Steve gets high, he tries not to sit next to Eddie. They’re at the trailer this time. But Steve is Steve and high Steve loves attention. So he ends up laying all over Eddie again, eyes drifting shut.
It’s Eddie’s fault this time.
His fingers drift far into chestnut locks. Sinking deep, deeper than usual. Just to clench up and pull. It’s light, almost unnoticeable. But it’s enough for Steve’s eyes to pop open again. To look up at Eddie in wonder, mouth open on a silent noise. And Eddie is looking back, watching Steve with a deer in headlights expression. He goes “Huh.” Like he just figured something out, like he just solved a problem.
Steve should have seen it as a warning.
He also should have stopped using Eddie as a jungle gym.
The third time is even worse. Because they both know now, don’t they? But neither of them will talk about it. No, that would be too much.
Eddie pats his lap like an invitation and no one even thinks it’s weird. Steve doesn’t care if they do. He looks forward to these weekly movie nights more than ever now.
Robin isn’t on their couch tonight. She hasn’t given any inkling that she knows what’s going on but she probably suspects Steve has a crush. She won’t mention it, not yet. He loves that about her.
And Eddie. Eddie doesn’t even watch the movie, he watches Steve. As he plays with his hair, lips quirking when he finally wraps a strand around one finger and tugs at it and Steve’s back arches the tiniest bit and his blood drains south and he’s got his nails in the soft fabric of Jonathan’s couch.
“There you go,” Eddie whispers, just the tail end of some sort of praise and- and Steve can’t really take that, can he? He bites his bottom lip to try and hide the whine that wants to escape. Rubs his face against Eddie’s thigh. Feels the hard outline of his cock, so close to Steve’s face. Fuck. “I knew it.”
He knew it, he knew it. Fuck.
Nothing happens. Steve goes home with wide eyes and flushed cheeks and a stupid amount of horniness. Eddie smiles like it’s the funniest thing in the world.
The final time is the straw that breaks the camels back.
Steve sits at Eddie’s feet on the floor of his trailer. The rest of them are smoking but Steve isn’t this time. Doesn’t want to, doesn’t need it. Not when Eddie already has a hand in his hair and Steve feels boneless and wow, this is just normal now, isn’t it?
There’s little to no pretense once the lights go down. And the night is terrible and great in equal measure. Steve is so hard it hurts, head leaned back and eyes closed. Waiting for Eddie to give in and pull his hair again. He won’t do it. He won’t just-
Not until everyone leaves. Not until Robin rolls her eyes and huffs something like ‘finally’ on her way out.
Eddie pulls Steve into his lap and their lips meet and- and he grabs two fistfuls of hair and pulls hard. Hard enough for Steve to let out a groan that is embarrassingly loud. Loud enough that he hopes everyone is really gone.
Steve discovers a stupid little kink and Eddie gets a preppy little boyfriend.
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sarahreesbrennan · 2 months
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Are all the themes in “in other lands” supposed to be a commentary on something? Or do you just like writing sex scenes between minors, age gaps, and reverse misogyny?
Genuine question.
Ohhh, my dear anon, I don't believe this is a genuine question.
But it does bring up something I've been meaning to talk about. So I'll take the bait.
Firstly. Yes, my work contains a commentary on the world around us. I wonder what I could be doing with the child soldiers being sexually active in their teens (people hook up right after battles), and the age gap relationship ending in the younger one being too mature for the elder. What could I possibly have been attempting when I said 'how absurd gender roles are, when projected onto people we haven't been accustomed by our own society to see that way'? I wasn't being subtle, that's for sure.
Secondly. Yes I do enjoy writing! I think I should, it's my life's work. Am I titillated by my own writing, no - though I think it's fine to be. The sex scenes of In Other Lands aren't especially titillating, to be honest. It is interesting to me how often people sneer at women for writing romance and sex scenes, having 'book boyfriends,' insinuating women writers fancy their own characters. Women having too much immoral fun! Whereas men clearly write about sex for high literary purposes.
… I have to say from my experience of women and men's writing, I haven't found that to be true.
I’m not in this to have an internet argument. I prefer to leave my anons open since not everyone has a tumblr, as @neil-gaiman says it’s an internet backwater, but a lovely one for those like myself who enjoy an essay about fictional characters! Still I will close my inbox to anons if I must. Mostly people use bad faith takes to poke at others from the other side of a screen for kicks. But I do know some truly internalise the attitude that writing certain things is wrong, that anyone who makes mistakes must be shunned as impure, and that is a deeply Victorian and restrictive attitude that guarantees unhappiness.
I've become increasingly troubled by the very binary and extreme ways of thinking I see arising on the internet. They come naturally from people being in echo chambers, becoming hostile to differing opinions, and the age-old conundrum of wanting to be good, fearing you aren't, and making the futile effort to be free of sin. It makes me think of Tennyson, who when travelling through Ireland at the time of the Great Famine, said nobody should talk about the 'Irish distress' to him and insisted the window shades of his carriage be shut as he went from castle to castle. So he wouldn't see the bodies. But that didn't make the bodies cease to be.
In Les Mis, Victor Hugo explores why someone might steal, what that means about them and their circumstances, and who they might be - and explores why someone else is made terribly unhappy, and endangers others, through their own too rigid adherence to judgement and condemnation without pity. The story understands both Jean Valjean the thief and Javert the policeman. Javert’s way of thinking is the one that inevitably leads to tragedy.
Depiction isn't endorsement. Depiction is discussion.
Many of my loved ones have had widely varying relationships to and experience of sex (including 'none'). They've felt all different types of ways about it. If writing about them is not permissible, I close them out. I'd much rather a dialogue be open than closed.
I do understand the urge to write what seems right to others. I've been brain-poisoned that way myself. I used to worry so much about my female characters doing the wrong things, because then they'd be justly hated! Then I noted which of my writer friends had people love their female characters the most - and it was the one who wrote their female characters as screwing up massively, making rash and sometimes wrong decisions. Who wrote them as people. Because that's what people do. That's what feels true to readers.
I want my characters to feel true to readers. I want my characters to react in messy ways to imperfect situations. I love fantasy, I love wild action and I love deep thought, and I want to engage. That's what In Other Lands is about. That's even more what Long Live Evil is about. That sexy lady who sashays in to have sexy sex with the hero - what is her deal? Someone who tricks and lies to others - why are they doing that, how did they get so skilled at it? What makes one person cruelly judgemental, and another ignore all boundaries? What makes Carmen Maria Machado describe ‘fictional queer villains’ as ‘by far the most interesting characters’? What irritates people about women having a great time? What attracts us to power, to fiction, and to transgression?
I don’t know the answers to all those questions, but I know I want to explore them. And I know one more thing.
If the moral thing to do is shut people out and shut people up? Count me among the villains.
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can i have more gojo fluff plsplsplspls i crave for more gojo fluff
gossip — gojo satoru xf!reader
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a/n: gossip with husband gojo is here everyone! next up is sick gojo ;)) ( also sorry to all the stacy's out there; i am sure you are all wonderfull <33)
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you and your husband love shit-talking people and the thing is you don’t even have to say anything. one look at each other and you both know what you’re both thinking.
consequently, it makes you guys absolutely terrible in a meeting.
and this is something that happens ever since you were students.
for example, yaga was lecturing you and the others about something. you and satoru locked eyes for a single moment, looked at yaga, then at each other once again.
both of you are barely able to contain your smiles.
in this relationship, you’re supposed to be the mature one, at least, before gojo mouthed a “tennis ball” pointing at his own head.
it looks like that was your breaking point because you started cackling loudly and almost fell off your chair if it wasn’t for satoru teleporting beside you and holding you up— barely holding back a cackle of his own.
yaga merely sighed, pinching his nose.
you tried your best to breathe out a sorry, but satoru is merciless as he continues joking about his teacher’s hairstyle which makes you laugh even louder.
yaga could smack gojo across the head and lecture you both separately.
but he guesses that with the way gojo’s eyes are brimming with adoration and the way you’re laughing and making the others around you laugh as well, he can let it pass.
even if it’s at his own expense this time.
everyone needed a laughing break every once in a while, especially as sorcerers.
now nothing has changed. you’re both married, completely in love and are teachers.
and you’re supposed to be teaching your class, at the moment.
but your dumbass of a husband thought it would be better to teleport to your favourite café and judge every poor soul out there.
“he looks like he eats deodorant.”
“he looks like he has a body pillow for a wife.”
“she looks like she thinks babies come from storks.”
“she looks like she eats soap and chia seeds for breakfast.”
“satoru, please,” you wheeze, hand over your mouth to muffle your laughs, “I c-can’t take it anymore!”
“but y/n, I can’t help myself! also that couple over there looks like the ones that wear matching hello kitty pijamas.”
you perk up at that, “satoru, we did that too.”
“I know, honey,” he quips, eyes locking with your own, “it’s cool when we do it, not anyone else,” he argues with a proud smile.
you shake your head as you mumble, “hypocrite,” and satoru gasps while trying to defend himself.
another instance is while training the first and second years.
naturally, you were sat beside satoru, but the idiot could not keep his mouth shut and you were, too easily, dragged into it.
he leans towards you, “I can’t believe that that yuuji went into the water with socks. what’s wrong with him?!”
“I know, right?” you whisper, amidst the yelling of nobara and maki.
after that, you and gojo don’t leave a student without making a comment about them—ruthless you are.
yuuji, self-esteem dragged through the mud and having enough, heads snaps towards you both, “can you stop bullying me?!”
satoru smiles while the both of you raises your hands in innocence then looks at you, “sweets, you know how megumi said todo’s head is like a pineapple?”
you nod and he gladly continues, “don’t you think it’s ironic that it’s him, out of everyone, that said that?—“
“DON’T DRAG ME INTO YOUR GOSSIP!”
and even though you talk about the kids, you also talk with them about everyone else.
you can never forget that time you went with the first years to get some sushi.
you had left no one in the restaurant without butchering their entire life or alternatively said: you made up stories for every person you saw.
but that shall be the story of another time.
along with judging every creature that has come to existence, you and your husband love to gossip, a lot.
nothing happens without one telling the other; you always keep the other updated about everything.
so today as you slam the door open, you are barely able to contain yourself as you yell out, “satoru, you will not guess what just happened!”
in an instance, he gets all the snacks and sits in front of you on the couch, face eager as ever.
he is wearing that bunny headband you got him for the self-care nights and you smile: you have both a best friend and a husband in the same person.
he leans forward, eyes wide, “is it about stacy?”
“how did you know?” you gasp before taking a bite from one of the many snacks laid on the table.
he shrugs, “lucky guess, plus! I’ve been curious ever since you told me about what she did! it’s hard to believe that she is dating 4 guys at the same time and they don’t even know that the other exists.”
“right? I’ve heard about two-timing but never four-timing, and speaking of them not knowing about each other,” you smirk and his eyes light up in excitement, “they found out today!”
satoru cackles before pulling you in to cuddle you, “I bet a story like that will take the entire night to tell.”
you look up at him, “and you don’t mind?”
he kisses your cheek leaving an obnoxiously loud sound, “of course not! I get to listen to some juicy and hot tea and I get to hear your gorgeous voice for a really long time! so practically heaven for me, sweets,” he grins.
a giggle escapes your lips, “gossip is heaven for you, my dear husband?”
“gossip with you is heaven for me, my dear wife,” he murmurs as he peppers your face with kisses before abruptly pulling back, “now tell me! I am dying to know!”
you laugh, “okay, so one of them…”
and so you tell the story of stacy, the four-timer.
satoru is hung up on your every word and you’ve yet to figure out whether it’s because two of the boyfriends end up fighting each other or because of something else.
to satoru, it’s clear, your voice and the way you’re so excited while telling him about how the third boyfriend ended up being the son of the ceo makes him smile contently as he hugs you closer.
he doesn’t know what else to do, but he has a feeling that he should thank stacy for providing the both of you with a very interesting story like that.
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Hazbin Hotel Scenarios: How Alastor and Lucifer react to silent treatment after an argument with Fem! Y/n
Warning: arguments, demonic forms (Alastor), anxiety, reader ignoring partner, kinda toxic??? (I’m pretty sure I made reader a lil toxic), gaslighting? (Mostly Alastor), good endings, Alastor being a troll/getting trolled
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Lucifer Morningstar
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“You aren’t her mother!”
That’s all it took for the light to leave your eyes, those four words shattered your heart and ended the argument you’d been having with Lucifer in mere seconds. He’d missed a very important lunch date with Charlie and you were upset because of it. That’s how the argument started and as soon as he spoke those words to you he knew he’d made a mistake.
“I-I…seems I overstepped.”, you sighed in defeat, you quickly turned on your heels to leave his room.
“W-Wait! Wait (Y/n) I didn’t mean to-“, before he could finish you’d slammed the door shut behind you leaving him alone to wallow in his regret. Lucifer wants to go after you but the dark voices in his head argue with him and anxiety spikes in his mind. Now you’ll leave him and he’ll be alone again! He tries to distract himself in the room, afraid to go after you and upset you more. It’s already late but he’s your partner, you’ve slept with him in the same bed for over a year already so he’s sure you’ll return to sleep eventually.
“I-I’ll apologize when she comes back to bed. I’ll apologize to Charlie tomorrow and make it up to both of them.”, Lucifer mumbles to himself changing into his pajama set for bed.
He quickly slips into his side and fixes your pillows just the way you like them for bed, crimson eyes stay focused on the huge door of his room patiently waiting for you to come back. Time slowly passes, minutes turn into hours and despite his best efforts to stay up and wait for you he nods off with your pillow hugged tight to his chest. You never came back to bed instead choosing to sleep in your old hotel room from when you first arrived. Charlie comforted you through your pain and talked you through your anger until you eventually nodded out.
“Good morning Charlie.”, you yawned entering the kitchen.
“Oh hiya mama (y/n), how are you feeling?”, Charlie cheered jumping into your arms for a hug.
You smiled and hugged her tight, gently tucking her wild bangs back so you could see her sweet face.
“Still a bit upset my dear but it’ll pass.”
You began helping Nifty make breakfast for everyone until Lucifer made his way downstairs. He was in such a hurry to find you that he’d forgotten to grab his hat, ruby eyes were scanning every room in search of you, absentmindedly popping his fingers out of nervousness. Eventually he heard you humming in the kitchen and quickly rushed in to see you.
“(Y/n)!”, you turned to see Lucifer awkwardly standing in the doorway, a nervous expression written all over his face as he readjusted his shirt. “I…umm…g-good morning my love, you hadn’t come back to bed last night so I was worried about you.”
Lucifer noticed how tense you were and although you were looking at him your eyes showed nothing but hurt. “(Y/n), can we please talk?”, he pleaded.
Everyone else quickly shared looks before quietly leaving the kitchen with their plates in hand, you sighed and served him a plate of food before trying to leave the room. He allowed you to pass not wanting to upset you further but followed you closely.
“(Y/n), sweetheart, please don’t ignore me. I’m sorry I really am.”, Lucifer begged softly trying to look you in the eye.
A simple huff was all you responded with before entering the elevator, Lucifer quickly rushed in before the door could close trapping you in with him. You stood as far from him as you could stubbornly avoiding his gaze.
“(Y/n)…duckie..please don’t ignore me. I’m so sorry I really am.”, he swore to you.
You continued to ignore him, stepping away the closer he got but there was no where you could really go in the cramped space. He was getting desperate and as such was also becoming reckless. He sprouted his wings and slammed both of his hands against the wall right next to your head completely blocking you in with his body. Even trapped like this you refused to look at him and the King of Hell was losing his sanity the longer you ignored him.
“(Y/n), darling, beautiful, extraordinary angel of my life, please look at me. I’m sorry, I’ll say it over and over again but please just don’t ignore me. I’m scared you’re thinking of leaving me and I don’t want to lose you over what happened last night.”, Lucifer whimpered pathetically letting his hands fall down to your hips.
You still refused to look at him even with his ruby eyes practically begging you to, it was at time like this that he was thankful to be shorter than you. In a moment of weakness he cupped your cheeks and leaned forward just a bit to kiss you smack on the lips. A small moan of surprise managed to escape you but that didn’t stop Lucifer one bit, he continued to kiss you, pecking your lips over and over each kiss getting more desperate than the last.
“M’sorry…so sorry…love you.”, Lucifer whispered in between every few kisses until he was to focused to say anything else.
You couldn’t stay mad at him even if you tried, “Luci okay…okay Luci that’s enough, I get it.”, you sighed cupping his cheeks to get his attention.
He pecked one more kiss on your lips before finally pulling away, his hands still cupping your cheeks like you. He stared into your eyes, the pain of his words still evident in them, but he could only hope you could see how apologetic he was.
“I shouldn’t have said what I said last night. I wasn’t thinking straight and I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind.”, he began resting his head on your shoulder, “You didn’t overstep any boundaries my love, Charlie looks to you like a mother figure and it makes me happy that you love her like your own. You were right, I promise to make it up to you and Charlie…so please don’t leave me.”
You could feel a tear slowly trickling down your collarbone and groaned in defeat, you couldn’t stay mad at your awkward little duckling!
“I’m not leaving you I’m just hurting from what you said. Stop crying you dingus.”, you growled, Lucifer lifted his face up to look at you and smiled once he felt you kissing away his tears. He continued to apologize even as you kissed him to make him feel a bit better, you rolled your eyes in annoyance. “You’re such a drama queen.”
“I know I am…do you forgive me?”, he still had to ask for confirmation, he wouldn’t live with himself if you didn’t.
“Yes…yes I forgive you, I’m still upset though so your punishment is sleeping alone.”, you teased, the elevator finally arrived at your floor.
You sent Lucifer back up to his room and spent the rest of your day alone trying to relax. Little did you know that Lucifer would sneak into your room around bedtime ready to fall asleep with you.
“Hey I said you were sleeping alone tonight!”, you growled.
Lucifer flashed you a sweet smile patting your side of the bed, “You did but you never said what room.”, he giggled patting the empty bedside next to him.
“You are impossible.”, you groaned face planting onto your pillow. His playful laughter filled your ears while he scooted closer to hold you, you turned to glare at him with a pout. Lucifer just smiled and proclaimed, “I love you (Y/n).”, while planting several kisses over your face. Your pout was slowly replaced by a smile, he was far too cute for you to ignore. You both went to sleep again in each others arms.
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Alastor
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Alastor isn’t very good at romance, he also isn’t good at handling unfavorable attitude especially from you. Vox had invited you to guest star on his show, you said yes since you’d planned to use it as good publicity for the hotel. Alastor didn’t like the idea one bit he didn’t mean to get so bent out of shape but he did, his true demon form came out during the argument with you as a way to force you into submission but it had the opposite effect. Yes you were scared, your body trembled and you stepped back out of fear but that didn’t stop you from slapping Alastor right across the face.
“I’m not some weak damsel that you get to command!”, you cried out, running out of the front door in a huff.
Alastor’s rage quickly vanished as he returned to normal holding his stinging cheek, his smile dropped just a bit and his eyes showed nothing but regret. Thankfully no one was around to see him in such a weak state, he was no fool he knew he hurt you and any proper gentlemen would suck up their pride and apologize to the woman he loved. Alastor hated television but even so he watched your interview from the shadows while everyone else watched from the couches. You were so confident, such a sincere smile on your face, and so beautiful he felt like he was falling in love with you all over again. No matter how Vox tried to twist your words it was undeniable that you loved the hotel and the people in it.
Eventually you returned to the hotel later that night, Alastor was sitting at the bar with Husk when you opened the front door. He was quick to forget about his drink and appeared right in front of you with his usual smile, “Welcome back my darling. Fantastic performance on the picture show with that insufferable foo-“
To Alastor’s surprise you completely ignored him and continued walking to the elevator, “Hi Husk.”, you cheered waving at your old friend.
Husk flashed a smug smile at Alastor before telling you hello, Alastor was stunned. He wasn’t quite used to being ignored and frankly he hadn’t been so offended since the Overlord meeting when Carmine said she didn’t care why he was missing all those years.
Husk chuckled while cleaning a glass, “Word of advice, a woman’s stubbornness knows no bounds, you’ll be lucky if she forgives you within the week.”
Alastor turned to Husk with a tight smile on his face but the obvious twitch in his right eye proved that Alastor was indeed irritated by your actions. He sighed and took a deep breath opting to give you a bit of space to cool off before trying again. The most he could leave you alone was a day so naturally after the 24 hours he appeared by your side again with a hopeful smile. You made eye contact with him this time and listened to him talk only to blink at him and then turn away as if he hadn’t said anything at all.
“Hahaha my love you are so funny, I don’t appreciate this little game of yours please stop and talk to me.”, Alastor growled hugging you from behind to keep you still.
Even with him clinging to you, you managed to move around to do your chores around the hotel. No matter how much he tried to talk to you he was thoroughly ignored.
“Are you perhaps deaf from me frightening you the other day? If you are I can assure you I’ll find a solution to tha-“
“Hiya Sugar, how you doin today?”, Angel called out to you.
You smiled, “Morning Sweetheart, I’m doing just fine, how about you?”, Angel noticed Alastor glaring at you from behind and snickered.
Alastor looked so offended, his fluffy red ears dropping back in annoyance, he looked like a kicked puppy. “Well apparently you aren’t deaf.”, he huffed.
“Angel did you hear something? There’s this very annoying static noise that’s been following me around all morning, I don’t think I can stand it much longer.”, you sighed, winking at Angel to play along.
Angel smiled understanding what you were doing, “Oh that’s no good sweetie, maybe you should talk to Charlie I’m sure she can make the noise go away.”
Alastor’s face contorted again out of frustration, the radio dials appeared in his eyes and tentacles began sprouting from his back. His arms wrapped around your chest and hips pulling you close, “Stop ignoring me.”, he growled.
You looked over your shoulder at him only to glare before returning your attention to Angel. The white spider demon couldn’t help but let out a wild cackle at the amusing sight in front of him, he’d never seen Alastor so bent out of shape before. Alastor was over this, he scooped you up into his arms bridal style and vanished into the shadows with you.
“Dearest, I won’t ask again. Please talk to me, I really dislike you ignoring me.”, Alastor huffed hugging you tight in his arms.
You tried to wriggle out of his arms but that got you no where, “Apologize.”, you finally gave in.
Alastor’s ears perked up to the sound of your voice, he looked down at you with a broken smile, “Pardon?”
“Apologize.”
The wheels in his head began to turn while he processed your response, during all this fiasco he hadn’t once apologized to you for the fight. He set you down but quickly moved his arms to wrap around you waist, he leaned forward pressing his forehead to yours. “It seems I failed to notice the elephant in the room. About the other day I’m sorry, I just didn’t like the thought of Vox having you in such a vulnerable situation. He could’ve killed you, I was just worried for you safety I shouldn’t have acted out like that. Can you find it in your heart to forgive me, ma chère?”
You looked Alastor right in the eyes and gave him a slow blink before turning on your heels. He quickly snatched you up making you break character as a fit of laughter fell from your lips.
“I’m just kidding. I forgive you Alastor, if you ever do that to me again though I will kill you.”, you warned, “I appreciate you worrying about me but you need to trust me, I get that I seem weak but I’m stronger than you think I don’t always need to be protected by you. Sorry for being stubborn.”
Alastor’s ears finally perked up straight and a softer, more genuine smile pulled at his lips. He was overly protective of you but he was just afraid to lose you, “It’s alright, I understand. I’ll work on being less smothering, sorry that I hurt you.”, he whispered.
You nodded your head allowing him to hold you until he felt satisfied enough to let you go, “I love you.”, you hummed softly.
He stared into your eyes lovingly before blinking slowly, smiling like a maniac and walking away from you, you laughed at him mimicking your cruel treatment from earlier. You rushed up to him finally heading downstairs together with the tension between you cleared. Everything was alright now.
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