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vixeneptune · 4 months

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Askfirmations ♡

♡ Why am I so amazing? I'm naturally the best and never compete or compare myself to anyone

♡ Why am I so powerful? My aura naturally radiates immense power , is that why I keep getting everything I want? Or why nobody ever messes with me?

♡ Why do I feel so confident all the time like its my permanent state of being? I believe in myself so much that my confidence is literally unshakable.

♡ how do I keep getting everything I want? It's like the universe conspires in my favor and the world has my back 24/7

♡ omg why am I so freaking gorgeous?! Seriously I'm always stunned when I see my reflection like wow how am I so pretty i look unreal?

♡ Why am I such a money magnet? Attracting money is literally the easiest thing, why is it so effortless for me? Like I never worry about money bc it comes to me abundantly from multiple sources.

♡ Why am I so damn lucky? Why do I keep winning everytime at EVERYTHING? the word failure doesn't exist in my dictionary.

♡ ugh why is everyone so obsessed with me? Like I'm easily the most popular person everywhere I go. How come everyone knows my name and treats me like their fav person ? Idk why but I'm always the one who gets most attention and people literally chase me and desperately wanna be with me and I don't even try ?!? Why do I have so many secret admirers and so many people confessing their feelings for me ? Is it bc im so charming and magnetic that people can't help but fall in love with me instantly?

♡ Why am I always invited to events and hangouts like my presence is a must? People love being around me and talking to me so much. Why does everyone say I have an amazing vibe and they love my energy ? Honestly one of my fav compliments but its also like just being seen with me and being around me is a privilege

♡ Why are my eyes so big and feline? Why does everyone compliment my eyes? Why are they so mesmerizing and gorgeous? 😍

♡ Why is my skin so clear and hydrated? Like its so smooth and lifted and perfect I'm so amazed!

♡ Why are my lips so plump and perfect? I love how kissable and full they look!

♡ Why does my hair grow soo fast?? Its crazy like my hair is so long now. Why is it so thick and soft and perfect? Everyone compliments my hair

♡ Why are my eyebrows always on fleek? Like they look naturally perfect

♡ Why is my face so pretty like its sculpted by the angels? Why is my face so symmetrical and harmonious? I look naturally stunning like I don't need makeup or filters.

♡ Why does my face look EXACTLY like my desired face now? It's uncanny how much I resemble Megan fox and Adriana Lima

♡ why is it so easy for me to lose weight? I always lose weight so fast bc I have such a fast metabolism. Why does my body look so snatched? I don't even need to work out and I have the body of a model! Why does my butt look so good? Why are my arms and legs fit and toned and why is stomach so flat?

♡ Why is my face so slim? I have the most sculpted defined gorgeous face 😍 why does everyone stare at me like they're mesmerised by my beauty?

♡ Why is my nose so tiny and small and perfect? I literally have the cutest nose and I love it!

♡ Why does everyone say I remind them of tomie with how captivating , alluring and mysteriously beautiful I am ? Why do people say I remind them of a Siren ? So magnetic with high sex appeal

♡ Why does everyone love spoiling me so much and giving me princess/royalty treatment? Is it bc i have pretty privilege? Why do men open doors for me and gift me expensive things and they keep pursuing me and trying to impress me? Why am I always desired and wanted by everyone ? My energy inspires men to spoil and please me. There's something about me that naturally pulls people in like a magnet, maybe it's my energy or my personality or my beauty.

♡ why is it so easy for me to make friends and attract lovers and people like a magnet? I don't even try but somehow I always end up having so many great genuine connections with others and I have so many loyal friends.

♡ ugh why am I so freaking sexy? Like I have that dangerous sex appeal that fuels everyone around me with desire and lust for me (I'm always safe tho) but srsly I'm so hot it should be illegal 🥵

♡ Why do I keep looking younger and prettier as I age ? am I a vampire or something cuz i never age😂 people always think I'm 18 years old

♡ Why is my life so amazing? Why do good things keep happening to me? Why is it that everyday something wonderful happens? Why is life so easy and fun for me? It's like a game rigged in my favor. Why does my life keep getting better and better? Every aspect in my life is going so well! I feel so fulfilled and so grateful. I mean I'm literally living my dream life right now!

♡ why am i so blessed in every way? I'm rich, pretty, in the best relationship with the love of my life, I have amazing friends and family, I'm so successful and recognised for it, I'm such a catch and an honor to be associated with, I have so many admirers and I'm a great influencer, I'm so sexy and drop dead gorgeous, i have a fun addictive personality, im healthy and fit with the sexiest toned body, I'm constantly surrounded by love and support, im lucky, a powerful manifestor, I'm literally perfect, such a flawless beauty. I have it all

♡ Why do I have such amazing privileges? All I be doing is exist and I get everything I want , everything is handed to me. Why do I get things for free? I don't even have to try, why is it so easy for me to get my way? I think I'm just so charismatic and charming and pretty it's impossible to deny me

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mommyownsmee · 3 months

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how can i be a better domme to my partner? i have no experience and am nervous about trying to domme. they're into praise and degradation too and im not good at that

Being a good Domme starts in your own mind. You can‘t be a good Domme unless you understand the psychology of submission and why your Sub wants to be submissive and why you have the need to be dominant.

First you have to find out what you like and what you don‘t like. What do you want and what are your no-go‘s?

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You always have to remind yourself that BDSM and every session is for both of you. A part of your role as a Domme is to nurture your Sub into someone who is comfortable with her sexuality, and being able to enjoy everything that she wants to do and feel without feeling guilty about it.

Some Subs are completely at ease with sex, their bodies and their fantasies. Others have issues with all or some of those topics. As a good Domme you must understand and accept this and not push their boundaries.

There is a Domme code I once did read and I still think it’s perfect to remember in every situation: „Leave your Sub better than you found her.“

Of course you’re not her therapist, but you can do your part to make her feel great about sex and BDSM.

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Whenever a Sub comes to you as a Domme, you have to be able to quickly gauge where she lies on the submissive spectrum. This means you need to find out: What does she need in the first place, what does she want, etc.

I know this sounds complicated for someone without any experience, but you‘ll learn it after some time.

Just listen to your girl. She will tell you what she needs and wants. Your job is to fulfill those needs. Don't assume your own way is right. Often it is not. Always talk to your Submissive, never only do what you want.

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As I began to be a Domme myself, l've been learning how to present myself strong and dominant. This taught me that showing them that you can be strong and brutal is way more powerful as a turn on than being actively brutal with them.

Don’t believe you have to shout to make your Sub do something for you. I almost never raise my voice. A raised voice indicates annoyance, aggression and loss of control – everything that is the opposite of being a calm and in control Domme. Often a quieter voice is far more effective. As an example, suppose your Sub answers back. An eyebrow raise and an “Excuse me?” said quietly whilst maintaining eye contact with her works wonders.

You don't have to be brutal and treat your girl aggressively to be a Domme. Being a Dominant is not about aggression, manipulation or abuse.

You won’t always get your own way. In fact, being the Domme in the relationship often equals more work, because you now have to look after two people (yourself and your Sub). As much as she is there to serve and attend to your needs, you must attend to hers and not take advantage of her eagerness to please without giving her back anything in return.

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Some more tips:

Whether you are a beginner or professional Dom, you are never going to get it right all the time. Make light of your mistakes and your Sub will too.

There’s no need to be heavy and intense all the time. You don’t have to approach this with the solemnity of a politician delivering bad news. If your personality is naturally jovial and light-hearted then incorporate that into your play. Laugh and have fun with your sub.

Being a good Domme does not mean you have to enjoy all aspects of BDSM. I don’t like inflicting pain, for example, and I’m not that into leather. Does that make me a bad Domme? No. Don’t try and do everything. Learn what you and your partner enjoy and stick to that.

Everything you do should be consensual. Never force someone to do something they do not want to do or is going to cause long term physical or emotional harm. Remember the principle of Safe, Sane and Consensual (SSC) at all times.

Not owning up to mistakes. If you make a mistake, admit it and apologise if necessary. There’s a real strength in being able to admit your flaws.

It’s wrong to demand submission too soon. Some Dominants expect their partner or date to be submissive right from the off. This isn’t how it works. You must earn her submission. A Sub must respect and trust you before she is willing to submit to you. Don’t be the dumbass who starts ordering someone around on a first date.

Expecting submission outside the bedroom. Not all submissives (or dominants) enjoys submitting in everyday life, and you shouldn’t expect them to. Some subs want to be treated roughly during sex, but return to an equal power status afterwards. Some want an unequal power dynamic 24 hours a day.

If you aren’t clear in communicating your desires, or make your rules too complicated, or haven’t written them down, you can’t expect your Sub to follow them. Consider writing a BDSM contract for clarity.

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Execute your dominance slowly but progressively, learning where her and your boundaries are. Don‘t overstep them ever.

When you both have set your boundaries, respect them, but (of course depending on the situation/person/kind if boundary) play with balancing just on the edge. You could end up pushing their boundaries and either make her and you feel bad or make you both enjoy it in the end. You definitely have to talk to your Sub before doing anything.

Definitely talk after every session in great extent. No matter if it was a session over 5 minutes or 5 hours. Have your Sub tell you every detail they liked and didn't like, what they thought you could do better, etc.

In the same way, tell them how you felt.

Trust your Sub. She is a grown woman and more than capable of telling you if she believes you are taking advantage of her or if you‘re doing everything right.

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Find a mentor, someone who knows a lot about BDSM and is in the scene for a long time already and ask them all your questions. Ask them for help if you need.

Try to talk to many Dommes before you settle for one. Get a wide spectrum of answers, verify those answers against one another and as you find a trustworthy mentor, listen to how the answers from other places differs from theirs.

Experienced kink folk are the ones that have already screwed up and carry the scars from it. Learn from their scars instead of making that same mistake yourself.

Become a member of the community. Find out who is good and what makes them good. Who is bad at it and what makes them bad.

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Your Sub should know it's your first time domming. If you mess up, it's entirely okay to laugh about it. No shame, you're learning. You will feel more confident if you can laugh about it.

If you are not having fun, don't be afraid to say „Ok, this isn't working“ or „I'd prefer if we do this and this and this instead right now, want to change the plan?“.

Never change plans without bringing up a solution and ask that if your Sub has a complaint, that she comes with a solution following her complaint. This is so you aren't left feeling like all the responsibilities are on you.

This helps not break the Sub from their state of mind, it makes you dominant and handle the scene. It also leaves a space for the Sub to negotiate these new terms without breaking characters.

If no one is having fun, you both aren't doing it right and are probably just not compatible. Be honest, speak your mind, trust your partner as much as they trust you.

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Not everything you read online will suit you. Don’t think you have to do something just because another Domme is doing it.

For example, if you don’t like spanking, don’t do it. It doesn’t make you less of a Domme.

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Since it's your first time, make sure your Sub knows that you might need aftercare as a Domme too, but that you might not know what you need yet. Some people like to cuddle in silence, some like to talk about it all and others like me needs a shower right after sex. Don't be ashamed of not knowing what you want, but make sure you can voice it out as you go.

I recommand for you both to take the bdsmtest.org before you start domming. It will help you find out more about yourself and your Sub.

Afterwards, you should read a lot about the kinks that were shown you as the most compatible.

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A Mommy Domme exhibit caregiving tendencies and enjoy the softer, more tender qualities of caring for someone else. They are often paired with Littles and provide a motherly type figure or role model to guide their Sub. Mommy Dommes and little girl dynamics are often referred to as MDLG (Mommy Domme Little Girl) or CLG (Caregiver Little Girl).

A sadist Domme enjoys inflicting pain on her submissive, who is referred to as a masochist (or a „pain slut“, if she is not offended by that language). The sadist Domme will be interested in bondage, spanking, flogging and perhaps even inflicting pain during sexual activity. A sadist Domme may also enjoy humiliating or degrading her submissive through words, during sex, or when punishing her.

A Lady Domme is paired with a slave or service-orientated submissive. In this style of Domme and Sub dynamic the Lady treats her Submissive as property, and they engage in sexual and non-sexual play. For example, the Submissive might be responsible for maintaining the household, cooking dinner, or being a sexual plaything for the Lady Domme to enjoy. They might engage in slave training where the Submissive learns what the Lady Domme enjoys and how to perform her duties.

An owner Domme may refer to ownership for a submissive slave, but may also refer to owning a Submissive who enjoys acting like a pet. During pet play the Domme would serve the Sub food from a bowl on the floor, wear a collar and sleep in a cage.

A Caregiver/romantic Domme enjoys nurturing her Sub. She helps her achieve her goals and may be involved in making choices in her life such as what clothes she wears and what she eats.

A financial Domme controls the money of her submissive.

A rigger Domme enjoys rope either for the appeal of seeing her Sub tied up and restrained or simply for the beautiful ropework.

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The thing that changes degrading from an act of bullying to a source of pleasure is context and consent. Sex and real life are not the same. The difference between what you are comfortable with in the bedroom versus in a real life or public scenario entirely depends on consent and the element of choice.

The understanding that consent is key to incorporating degrading should not be taken lightly. In order for everyone involved to feel safe and find pleasure from degradation, there needs to be regular talks about limits, boundaries, and what you want to gain from the scene. In the heat of the moment, it can be easy for a degradation scene to be taken too far, even with one simple comment or act.

Due to this, it is essential to have advanced planning before attempting any act of degradation. Safewords should also be established, allowing anyone in the scene to give the warning to slow down or stop the scene completely if needed. All parties need to express what they are and are not comfortable with doing or saying. Someone may express that they want to have certain parts of their bodies insulted, but the other person involved may not be comfortable saying these insulting terms. That is absolutely okay but should be discussed prior to the scene. Everyone involved is allowed to have boundaries, and they need to be respected.

The intention behind degrading is to bring intense feelings of humiliation or embarrassment, and because of the emotions that can stem from this, aftercare is a must. Aftercare provides reassurance and affirmation, creating a feeling of safety and respect that was not present during the degrading scene.

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On the complete opposite spectrum to degradation, some Subs find arousal from praise. There is nothing some Submissives love more than positive reinforcement. Whilst praise can be verbal, there can be physical elements incorporated. A pat on her head or a kiss on her forehead can be just as good as a verbal affirmation. When giving out compliments, make sure to be sincere in your praises. Half-hearted compliments will be noticed, and your goal of making your Sub feel appreciated will not be reached.

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Some Submissives are into both degrading and praise, which is totally alright. The thing is: You need to talk with your Sub beforehand about her boundaries and what exactly she wants to hear and what not. Are there words that trigger bad feelings in your Sub? Are there things that do the opposite?

To use praise and degradation in one sentence, combine a praise with an „insult“. For excample it could be: „You‘re my pretty slut.“ or „Your cunt is already molded into the shape of my strap, and you look so perfect- fucked out like this, baby.“

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awfulwriter123 · 6 months

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JumpScare ( Rhea Ripley X Reader One-shot)

Okay, i know i said i was not going to any one-shot's yes and i was going to start small, but its the spooky season and this came to mind with it being Halloween and with the Five Night's At Freddy's movie coming out, (anyone excited for that btw!?) so bare with me. As always criticism and tips are appreciated and happy reading everyone!! ❤️❤️

Warning's: Short and rhea being a dick....and not in that way...ya weirdo's

-No one's pov-

"Oh god, why did i have to do this to myself!?" you said to yourself as you had the Five Night's At Freddy's (1) game opened and ready to go. Deciding to give it a shot since the first couple of game's were on sale for Halloween you thought "why not?" now you regret this decision.

"Okay, deep breath. First night should be fine right?! It's after that i gotta worry, you got this!" You hyped yourself up as you clicked 'New Game' and Night One 12:00 AM flashed across your screen. "Okay here we go."

-Meanwhile downstairs-

Rhea deiced to take a brake after cleaning up the house a bit, Considering you did it alot while she was on the road. She told you "Go find something to do love, let me clean for you, you've done enough." To which you kissed her on the cheek and thanked her multiple times while practically sprinting up the stairs.

Now here she was sitting on the couch with Barry's head in her lap, and Luna lounging around on the other side of the couch. Scrolling through her phone trying to find something to entertain herself during this mini break she was having.

"AHH!" You mother fucker!!" She heard coming from upstairs. She raised her eyebrow as she shot a look at the dogs, who obviously heard you considering both there head's and ear's were perked up and listening closely now.

"You fucken rabbit! Fuck off please I need the power!!!" She heard again. She chuckled to herself as she deiced to see what you were up to.

She slowly and as quietly as possible crept up the stair's and peered into your work room. She saw you playing....Five Night's At Freddy's!? She never knew you were into the games, let alone willing to PLAY them, but then she saw how tense you were and decided to have a bit of fun.

So as slowly and as quietly as she could she crept over, As Chica appeared at the door causing you to close it. "Great the gang's all here!! Now it's a party!! Go away!!!" You shouted basically at the monitor.

Rhea had to cover her mouth to stifle her laugh, as it would've blow her cover. She almost didn't scare you cause she felt bad. Almost.

"Oh come on 6 AM, Im almost out of power!" Rhea looked over to the top left side of the screen and saw 'Power 1%'. She waited for the right moment. 'Power 0%' all of the lights in the game went out and the door's opened.

"RAHHHHGGG!!!" "AHHHHH!!!!" You quickly spun around in your chair and threw your headphones off as you felt someone grab your shoulder's, only to find your lovable eradicator standing there dying of laughter.

"OH MY GOD!!! HA! HA! HA! THAT WAS GREAT!!!! SHOULD HAVE SEEN YOUR FACE!!! HA! HA!" She wiped a tear from her eye as you pouted and crossed your arms as your turned red from embarrassment.

"Your such a dick for that Rhea!" You smacked her arm, to which just giggled from it, trying not to laugh anymore. You then saw her eye's look behind you towards you monitor. "Im sorry babe, but i dont think your making it out of that one."

You looked behind you to see Freddy's face flashing in the doorway. You threw your hands up in aggravation and plopped back down into your chair. "Aw great you fucken bear, just killed me and get it over with!"

When the lights flickered off, you braced yourself for the jumpscare. Which never came cause you could hear the music start to play and your screen showed 5:59 AM switch to 6:00 AM.

You quickly squealed in excitement and hugged rhea as well, and who was she to reject one of your hug's? As you pulled away and looked at her. "I did it! i did it!!" You then proceeded to start doing a mini happy dance.

"What night was that anyways?" You paused your dancing as rhea asked that. "Uhhhhh....well you see.." Your screen flashed, '12:00 AM 2nd Night'.

Rhea just stared at you with a look of amusement and was about to say something when you pointed at her. "Not. A. Word." And sat back down in your chair and put your headset back on to try and beat the 2nd night.

You quickly looked to your left to see rhea pull up a spare chair and sit next to you to watch you play. You gave her a look of confusion and gratitude as you didn't have to suffer this alone.

When she looked at you and saw the look you were giving her, all she said was. "Ah i owe you, since i was a dick and scared you." She gave you a big smile. Which gave right back before giving her a quick kiss on the lips and then quickly turn back to the game to try and beat the 2nd night.

Now you just had to figure out how to get rhea back for that jumpscare.

#rhea x reader #rhea ripley x reader #rhea ripley imagine #wrestling #rhea ripley

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sunrisemill · 1 month

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❀~Daisy chains~❀

Summary: You had always been a sucker for nostalgia, going back to places that have memories attached to them and embracing the changes you have gone through. But what happens when you get hit with the biggest nostalgia bomb of your life…your high school boyfriend.

(Warning: Suggestive but only a tiny bit.)

As I step through the door, the tiny bell rings out across the coffee shop. I’ve been going to this quaint shop since I was a kid and don't plan to stop.

The warm, comforting vibe it gives off has always drawn me inside on rainy days like this one.

My eyes scan across the almost empty shop when they land on a certain man. No way, It can't be him. I tell myself as I study the stranger, the brown tousled hair, the way his eyebrows furrow as he reads his book, It can't be him, I refuse to believe it.

��Oat milk latte for Matt.” The barista calls out, the man lifts his head and that's when I get a good look at the so-called stranger and all my suspicions are true…

It’s him.

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(5 years ago)

“You know Y/n…you should join me sometime. It might actually be fun.”

He flashes me a bright smile as he treads the water lightly. “I would but I forgot to pack a bathing suit.” I shrug as I lay flat on my stomach on the blanket we laid across the rocks on the water bed.

He smirks as he swims up to me, resting his arms on the rocks as he lifts himself up slightly, our faces inches apart. “Who said anything about a bathing suit?” He cocks his head to the side in a teasing manner as he watches my face flush a bright red.

I tried to think of something to reply with but I couldn’t come up with anything, not even a witty comment. I hate the little cocky look on his face when he sees my flustered state. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Have I left you speechless?”

His voice is below a whisper now as I feel his warm breath against my lips.

“M-Maybe…I dunno” I whisper back in a weak voice, my voice always gives out on me at the worst moments.

He chuckles, bringing a hand up to brush his thumb across my burning cheek. I feel a small shiver run down my back as the cold water that was once on his thumb is now smeared across my cheek.

“You’re so pretty.” I hear him whisper before I feel his soft lips press against mine.

I’ve never truly felt this way towards anyone else before. Of course, I’ve had boyfriends in the past but I can tell this is different.

Matt makes me feel safe, I feel as though nothing bad could happen to me when im with him. So when he kisses me, I kiss him back.

My hand quickly finds its way to the back of his head, running my fingers through his wet curls as I pull him closer. Suddenly, all of my problems disappear once I’m with him, he’s like a breath of fresh air compared to everyone else.

I can't help myself wonder if he also thinks of me that way but I always back out when I go to ask him, I guess im scared of finding out he doesn't think of me like that.

When he pulls away from the kiss, he looks up at me with a love-drunk smile and I’m quick to return it.

“Hey… I love you, like a hell of a lot.” He chuckles and I can’t seem to wipe the stupid grin off of my face. “I love you too, Matt. A hell of a lot.”

I lean down, pressing my forehead against his as I whisper. “Promise you won't leave me.” I watch as his eyelids flutter closed, a peaceful look across his face.

“Now why would I ever leave you? I love you too much.”

(A/n: Famous last words. WHATTT??? WHO SAID THAT?! I’m just kidding 🙏 I can’t help but feel so awkward when I write them kissing cause I feel like I’m interrupting smth 😭 I swear people who write smut have super powers cause I cannot do that shit. Anyways, this was low-key (high key) inspired by skinny dipping by Sabrina Carpenter cause she is MY GIRL. I love her so much it’s unbelievable. I hope you like this one cause she definitely stressed me the fuck out writing (my laptop decided to shut down in the middle of writing and wouldn’t turn on for 10 minutes) my laptop and I have a love hate relationship atm)

Tags: @guccifrog @junnniiieee07

#matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets #chris sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #the sturniolo triplets

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chazzadotcom · 2 years

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matty healy x female reader

DO YOU HAVE A CARD?

inspired by @spunkpunx

a/n: IM FINALLY BACK! i’m so sorry it’s taken me so long, im writing something for myself to try and get out of my writing slump lols, lowercase intended.

cw: explicit drug use, drug dealing, smoking

you’d been mattys dealer for a few years now, and every time you saw his number flash up on your screen, you knew you’d be in for an eventful night. It always started like a late night booty call “u up? xx” which you always found funny considering you were a plug, you were basically nocturnal at this point, but as matty being matty, had to act like he cared, you knew he didn’t care, but the facade was always nice.

You’d then get texted a random address, usually some club in london, and a vague description of where matty was, and then you’d grab your bag and you’d leave, you weren’t sure if you’d ever do this for another client, most of them always had a scheduled time and place, but never matty, he was always different.

you’d just stepped foot into the club and was looking around for the curly headed man you were acquainted with, but first, you needed to get a drink. if you were going to spend any amount of time with this man, you needed at least a drink.

you went up to the bar getting a double vodka and lemonade, you were starting slow, because if you knew matty, which unfortunately you did, it was going to be a long night, you felt a presence over your shoulder, and a ring clad hand grabbing your drink, you looked up at matty who winked at you with a stupid smirk spread across his face as he grabbed your hand and dragged you over to a large group of people.

“everyone!” people immediately looked over at him, it was fascinating how he could easily command a room, everyone’s eyes were on him in seconds he held the power, and you could see the way his eyes lit up like the power was gasoline igniting the fire in his eyes. “this is y/n, y/n this is all my friends.” you found it amusing that every time you saw matty he felt the need to introduce you to everyone, even though by now you pretty much knew everyone in his circle of friends.

matty was your friend but dear god did you want him to hurry up and get the deal over with, then you could let loose and not just be his dealer but someone who he was partying with, which was a lot more fun when the business was over.

after probably about 10 minutes, matty leaned over to you and whispered in your ear to go out to the balcony, this was what you’d been waiting for, you grabbed your bag, and walked outside, matty following behind you. Once you’d made it outside you leant against the railing and mattys arm brushed against your back as he stood next to you.

“so, what is it you need this time?” “you” you sighed “apart from your stupid sexual innuendos” matty laughed “a little bit of everything if you’ve got it babe” he was always one for nicknames.

out of your bag you pulled out a mixture of things, some weed, some pills, and a lot of coke, you knew it was mattys favourite. “That’ll be £350” you never told him you have him mates rates, well at this point it wasn’t mates rates, it was just mattys rates, as he got more of a discount than anyone else, not that he knew about that.

he gave you the money and you gave him the bags, he tucked most of them into his jacket pocket, apart from the cocaine. he looked at you, his eyes glistening in the moonlight, as he raised his eyebrow at you, as if asking a question, you smirked at him and he grabbed your hand once again, this time leading you to a bathroom. once you were both inside he locked the door before tipping some of the coke onto the counter, and then rummaging through his pockets before turning to you, “do you have a card?” you sighed before pulling out your purse and giving him a card from in there, he split it into two lines before you took two notes from your purse and gave one to him, you both rolled them up before looking at each other, with a nod of mattys head you both leaned down and snorted the lines, before tilting your heads back and sighing in content.

you knew it would take a while before it would kick in, so you exited the toilet and went to the bar and got a round of shots for everyone before going back over to matty and the group. 10 minutes later and you were both buzzing, you’d taken some pills as well, to elongate your high, which was probably a bad idea, but in that moment it felt right.

you and matty had started opposite ends of the sofa, but as the night went on, and you both got progressively more high you inches closer and closer, until somehow you were both tangled up in each other laughing about how the ceiling is wavy.

you’d always found matty attractive, you’d be stupid to say you didn’t, but tonight, maybe it was the mixture of drugs in your system or the way his hand was going higher and higher up your thigh, your thoughts shifted. he was staring into your eyes, like they held the key to the world, sometimes you thought matty was the world, everyone loved him, he was perfect. but that had to be the drugs talking. right?

matty tapped your thigh before removing his hand, and grabbing a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket. you don’t know what inclined yourself to follow him, but you did.

you walked outside, the cold air hitting your skin, but the alcohol creating a warm coat like effect over you. you walked over to matty and plucked the cigarette out of his hand, his head whipped towards you, before a soft smile spread across his face. “hi angel” you felt your cheeks heat up, as a blush settled over your cheeks. “hey babe” you didn’t say anything else, you didn’t feel like you needed to, you both stepped closer to each other, his breath fanning over your face, you looked into his eyes, and leaned it. it felt like a movie scene, it was all so cliche, but it was all so right.

#matty #healy #matty healy #matty healy x reader #the 1975 #x reader #x female reader #matty healy x female reader #the 1975 x reader

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mxlktxa · 1 year

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The Dressing Room

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❥ pairing; ellie x giselle (original female character)

❥ summary; giselle always had a thing for ellie but refused to ever admit that to anyone. not even joel, if he were still around. giessle could always read people like a book, clear as day, however, those feelings giselle tried so hard to keep concealed were soon outed to ellie sooner rather than later.

❥ author note; i genuinely have no clue what im doing and am terrified of feed back but here we go 🙃

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I witnessed from afar as Dina and Ellie argued. It was upsetting to see those two fight, they seemed like the perfect couple too. But… To be fair, Dina had been hiding that she was pregnant from us for a bit now. But that didn’t give Ellie a right to label her a burden, an obstacle.

I sighed, heading upstairs in the theatre, flashlight in hand, and in towards the back, finding a communication room. It was filled with plenty of marked up maps, notes and well more maps, honestly.

“Well, damn. Who the hell was in here before us? And how do we get the power back on?” I looked to the maps, trying to decipher if they were checkpoints for other groups or just places people wanted to search for supplies, seek some shelter even.

My thinking ceased as I could hear huffing and nearly silent footsteps coming towards the room. It was Ellie, I didn’t even need to think more or see her to comfirm it.

“You’re both in the wrong, you know. Just, my opinion.”

Ellie scoffed behind me, joining me at the table. I glanced over to her, searching her face for an expression. The intimidating, yet soft, girl beside me just shook her head, clenching her fists.

“I fucking know. I just wished she had said something earlier. I don’t need her risking her and… Her baby’s life.”

“Yes, true. But… It wasn’t necessary to call her a burden. We just need to keep her indoors and safe. And you also hid something from us.”

“Yeah, so fucking what, Giselle? Whoopty-doo, I breathe fucking spores. What about you? What are you hiding?”

“Nothing important and don’t get worked up with me. I didn’t piss you off.”

Ellie and I stared each other deep in the eyes. I couldn’t help but notice her gentle, caring eyes running from between both my eyes and to my lips. I chuckled at her, using my hand as a blindfold on her

“You’re so obvious, Ms. Williams.”

“Oh, shut the hell up. Ms. Anderson.”

A laugh left both our throats, almost harmonizing in a way. My palm left her face, admiring the smile she set up on those pretty lips of hers.

“What’s the ‘nothing important’ that you’re hiding?”

“Why must you uncover that secret? What if it hurts you? Or Dina? Or even if there isn’t an us, what if it hurts us?”

“But what if it creates an us?” Ellie seemed so vulnerable at this point. Like she was dying to put her hands all over me. In the back of my mind, I kept the fact that her and Dina were probably soon to be a thing. I couldn’t ruin something like that. Especially since the poor girl is pregnant and we don’t need her stressing.

“Ellie… Ellie, it’s nothing. Besides it seems Dina likes you,” I pushed myself away, leaving the room with my flashlight and opening a door nearby, finding that it was a dressing room. Like a child in a marvelous castle built of strictly sweets, I gasped and ran to the dressing rack, running my hands across the material.

“El! Look! Oh, my God, this is so fun! Dresses from the roaring twenties. Ugh, they’re so cute.”

“I think they’re really damn hideous, but go off.”

“Excuse me? Disgusting? You, Ellie ‘Little Shit’ Williams, have terrible taste.”

“Oh, yeah? Change my mind then. Sell me on the dress, Giselle ‘Terrible Taste In Men’ Anderson.”

My eyebrow raised, my brain immediately thinking to strip down and slip into the clothing to prove it was cute. But also just to fuck with Ellie a tad. So I placed my light on one of the desks, shrugging at her.

“Fine. I will,” with that I took my backpack off, tossing it to Ellie. She caught it with a little huff, closing the door to the dressing room, leaning on it to watch me.

First, I crossed my arms at my hips, lifting my shirt over my head, stopping just before I exposed my bra to her. Ellie shrugged, her way of telling me to proceed with the show. I tossed the article of clothing to the side and now unbuckling my pants.

“Do you have a color request?”

“No. Nothing specific, do what you want. Might wanna take off your shoes before your pants by the way.”

My eyes shot down to my canvas shoes, giggling before bending down to untie and kick the shoes off. Ellie gave a sarcastic thumbs up now gesturing I remove my pants. I rolled my eyes at the girl doing as she wished.

In my head, this all seemed so fake. Like a dream or something but Ellie was much more intimidating in my head. Always so goddamn serious. Plus, I was just about to have a heart attack not too long ago from all those infected chasing us down and seeing Ellie snort up millions of spores. Half of me hoped this wasn’t a dream but the other half did, I didn’t wanna disrespect Dina like this.

“And here I thought the rumors were true.”

Ellie snapped me from my thoughts, raising a brow in question to the rumor about me. There were plenty and I may have heard them all but why would Ellie say something like that now?

“Oh? And which of my many rumors are you referring to?”

“That you always go commando.

“What the fuck? Who the hell started that? I would never go commando, that’s icky.”

“Well, seeing as you’ve pissed off plently of men by simply rejecting them, I don’t know.”

“And why would you believe them?”

“It would be the only rumor I believed in. The others are so painfully obvious that they were told just because their ego got hurt.”

“Hm… Fair enough. Now help me choose a color of the dresses.”

Ellie’s face lit up so birghtly yet also seemed sinister. Her own bag hit the floor, her steps telling me that she was excited to even be close to me while in my undergarments. We both pulled out dresses, disagreeing on a few and setting some aside as a maybe.

“Hey, pink or white?”

In either hand was an eggshell white flapper dress, the sequins dangling and sparkling. Of course, in my imagination they sparkled but not so much in the real world. It came with a shawl and gloves that would reach far past my elbows. It was also shorter than the pink, for sure. The pink was too far of a dark shade and some gloves that went just barely under my elbows. The shawl with it didn’t even match. Gross. I hummed, closing a bit of distance between us and taking a minute to review the dresses a little more.

“Oh, this is hard. This pink isn’t my favorite and the gloves are too long. The white one though… The dress is shorter and everything is looking pretty good.

“So… White?”

“Yes, Ellie. White.”

The not-so-frightening woman let the pink dress drop to the ground, tugging at my hips to throw the shawl and gloves at me and unzip the dress. Rolling my eyes, I let the items drop by our feet.

“Somebody is a little too excited to dress me up.”

“Just shut the fuck up and come here. All you do is talk, talk, talk.”

“I’ll have you know, people enjoy my conversations.”

“I bet they do.”

“Jesse does. And Maria.”

“You forgot three people.”

“Yeah? Who?”

“The full list, from bottom to top is Jesse, Tommy, Maria, me, Joel. Meaning you forgot, Tommy, me and Joel,” Ellie spoke with a playful tone, allowing me to bring up Joel in this moment. I blew a raspberry at the carefree woman in front of me.

“Joel secretly hated me, I know it.”

“Wrong. He would come and complain to me when you were upset with him. Kept saying that he missed walking into the living room and seeing you sleeping on the couch when he went to make his coffee.”

“Really? He always fussed about me sleeping on the couch.”

“He had a guest room, dummy. That’s why.”

“Well… No, I thought it would be too much.”

“Yeah, yeah. Always refusing to ‘intrude’.”

I pinched Ellie’s nose before she kneeled down to let me step into the dress. I bent over to hold onto her shoulders, letting her pull the dress up. My arms slipped through the spaghetti straps nicely, Ellie picked the shawl from the ground and throwing it over me, allowing it to rest on my shoulders. She even took the opportunity to slip the gloves on to me, giggling like a fool.

“And that’s everything. Take a look,” she whispered, spinning me to the mirror, zipping up the dress quickly.

I squealed softly, rushing to the mirrors and creating various poses. Blowing kisses, acting surprised, pouting, all the fun stuff. In the back, Ellie was spotted, grinning at my little performance.

“Should I show Dina? Or is she asleep?”

“She’s knocked out. She was really upset so… Yeah. I wished you could show her, she would love it. Joel would too.”

“Right? I could see him now doing a mixture of both mocking me but also taking plenty of pictures and telling everyone about it.”

Ellie and I both ended up laughing for a bit, saying things that we both know Joel would say. I even got her to dance around with me even if she did complain about the lack of music. She even took pictures of me to place in Joel’s home after all this was done with.

We settled down after a few minutes, me back in a t-shirt and my underwear, sitting on the floor with Ellie beside me.

“We should figure out how to get the power back on. But I don’t even wanna get up right now,” Ellie was now leaning against me so she could hide her face.

“Well… We kinda need the power so I can try and get some information off those maps and see if anyones soeaking on the channels. Unless you wanna spend a few weeks here then go ahead and leave the power alone.”

Ellie sat up turning to face me. We held eye contact again, her eyes so obviously searching my face for something. I couldn’t help but stare at her slightly parted lips, rolling my eyes.

“God, damm it, Ellie.”

“What? What did I do?”

“I hate you,” with that, I threw myself at Ellie, our lips locking and her hands cupping my face while mine were glued to her hips. Ellie was gentle, yet somehow still rough but I could care less.

“Is this the ‘nothing important’ you were hiding?”

“Obvi, dickhead.”

“Oh? I didn’t know Giselle Anderson was one to swear.”

“Shut up, you’re so annoying.”

Ellie ran her hands down to my waist with a chuckle, slowly pushing me down to lie on the floor and returning her mouth to mine. My fingers slithered through her hair, tugging every now and again undoing her mini bun so all her hair was down.

One of her legs ended up between mine, a hand running up my thigh as well, Ellie seemed to now lean more towards rough than gentle, her other hand resting around my neck. I smiled into the kiss, pushing her off and crawling on top of her with no other sexual intentions.

“What?”

“Go figure out how to turn on the power, you ass hat.”

“Come with me. Please,” Ellie gave me puppy eyes, lightly pouting and moving her hands finding my waist. I hummed, looking away, the little shit taking the opportunity to pull herself up a bit and put her lips on my neck.

“Fine, fine, fine. But… Only if you let me take the dress back.”

“Jesus, fucki-… Fine. Now let’s go before we end up doing something we don’t need to do right now.”

“Agreed. Because you smell and I’m tired of you.”

“I smell?”

“I’m just fucking with you. Let me put my pants on and let’s go.”

Ellie chuckled, rolling from under me to stand herself up and walk over to our bags, waiting for me.

Maybe I can keep this on the low, hide it from Dina and everyone else. It’s all up to Ellie, honestly.

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alislandale · 2 years

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Morpheus x OC: So falls the world

Link to [Part 1]

A/N: I will skip any retelling of the series/comics that is not absolutely necessary to further the plot. Thanks to all of you who liked/commented part 1, Im extremely happy you enjoyed it!

Part 2: White Rabbit

She escaped from the Dreaming. Again. Morpheus clenched his fists in frustration, sitting on his throne atop of the stairs. He wouldn't have it.

Quick steps echoed through throne room's walls. He looked up to see his librarian approaching him at a fast pace with an intrigued look. She was probably alerted by the commotion. "My Lord?" Lucienne called. "My Lord, are you alright?" Dream averted her gaze. "She appeared again." A tinge of anger betrayed his unwillingness to emote anything other than righteous concern. "Oh" Lucienne paced among the debris of the palace. "And I presume the outcome was no different than your previous encounters, then?" "You presume correctly" He conceded. "Lucienne, while I was gone, did it ever…" "No, my Lord, no being entered your palace, let alone these halls. I'm afraid these… apparitions, only started after your return." A sharp cheek rested on his left hand. His gaze moved from his librarian to something far, far beyond as he recalled the times this woman had intruded his most inner sanctum. How many times was it now? Nine? Many humans had managed to break into his domain, but once they were in the Dreaming, they were his to command. No one left the Dreaming without his consent.If he couldn't manage to keep a single human in, then he was not fully the king of dreams. There was a blind spot in his otherwise all seeing eyes. He wouldn't have it. Lucienne's voice brought him back to the conversation at hand, one he would rather avoid. "How was it this time, my Lord? Were you capable of finding any clues on this… woman? That is if we can assume it is actually human…" "Human or not." Morpheus exclaimed. "This is my realm. My powers have returned. In full, Lucienne. No creature should be able to come and go as they pleased, they shouldn't be able to defy my orders. To defy me." He fumed in a low growl. "But, to answer your question, no… This is something akin to water, slipping down my fingers, just when I'm about to catch her." "Catch her?" The Librarian inquired. "May I ask, my Lord, what did you say to her this time?" "What I said? I doubt that's of any relevance, Lucienne. What I said is what I always say. I demanded that she tell me how she got here." A half smile hid in Lucienne's lips "And her response?" "She yelled she wanted to go home and disappeared right when I was about to grab her." "Grab her?" Lucienne questioned again, raising an eyebrow. Morpheus glanced back with annoyance in his eyes. "Of course. I need to interrogate her, and deal with this anomaly. It's my kingdom, it's in my right to demand answers from an intruder. " He sentenced, his voice no longer able to contain his exasperation. "I understand, my Lord, but if you allow me… May I suggest perhaps a different approach? Was this… an anomaly to happen again." The Dream King did not respond, he just held his gaze in place, signaling for Lucienne to continue. "Were this actually a human, fickle as they are, she just might be as clueless as to what is happening as us, my Lord." "Your point, Lucienne?" "Well, if I were to make a wild guess I would say she's acting like scared prey, my lord. No animal would just stay in place if they felt threatened, waiting patiently to be captured and devoured. If you want to catch, let's say, a rabbit, it would do well to close the distance slowly before trying to catch it, ``she explained, looking over her glasses. "Or so I have been informed. Never took part in such a practice myself." "So I'm hunting a rabbit now?" "Well, for the time being, you are 'chasing' a rabbit. Let us hope it doesn't come to hunting. But yes, what I'm trying to say is you might want to give the rabbit a warmer welcome… approach her in a friendlier manner, at least to get her guard down. And then, if you consider it necessary to draw your knife, well, then that would be up to you, Lord Morpheus." Morpheus hated the fact that Lucienne's words rang true. She was right more often than not in matters were he would only come to a dead end. He rested against his throne "I'll think about it. Thank you, Lucienne." “I’ll leave you to your thoughts, then. If you excuse me, my Lord.”

There was much of the dreaming to be rebuilt, three arcana were still missing, many nightmares and dreams to craft anew. He didn't have the time to deal with intruding humans, especially when they hadn't caused any damage to the Dreaming. Yet. Only to his pride, to his reclaimed power. Could he just ignore this unexplained phenomena, to let it be while more urgent matters claimed for his attention? He stared at the dome of his throne room, the first part he had rebuilt, painted with an ever changing cosmos of stars and shapes. A serpent floated by, chasing its own tail, and then dissolved in a nebula of light. Brightful colors reflected in his eyes. No, of course he couldn't. "Guess I'll be chasing a rabbit for now." And, just in case, he would keep a knife close to his heart, so to speak.

#the sandman #the sandman netflix #morpheus x oc #morpheus x reader #dream of the endless #lord morpheus #dream x oc #sandman x oc #dream x reader #sandman x reader

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unfriedough · 2 years

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‘Forgiven’- Zuko x female!reader

Masterlist <3

An: HIYA! Sorry for the long delay, also sorry if this comes out horrible - I'm sick!!!! Anyways, love u lots <3

Summary:

See request! (Set during the war - Zuko is still not firelord and stuff)

I ACCIDENTALLY DELETED THE REQUEST AFTER WRITING IT I'M SO SORRY ANON PLEASE FORGIVE ME.

THIS WASN'T MY IDEA, BUT THE REQEST ROUGHLY WENT LIKE:

"Lavabender!reader x Zuko where they argue and it's revealed she's a lavabender and stuff. Lots of fluff and angst but the ending is bitter sweet."

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE REQUEST ANON AND AGAIN IM SO SORRY I DELETED IT!!!

Warnings: bad angst writing, arguing, lowkey the beginning depicts zuko as how he would be in season 1!Zuko's also toxic in the beginning!

The day started out as ordinary as can be - a light breakfast, followed by stretching, and then firewood hunting. Zuko walked with you through the woods to find the oak, fiddling with his fingers.

“Stressed?” you smiled, leaves crunching under your gentle footsteps.

He rolled his eyes at your chirpy attitude, why were you always so happy? The world is about to end for goodness sake! You frowned, side eyeing him aggressively.

“You have something you want to share, prince?” god, he hated when you called him that - but you did it on purpose.

Two can play at that game.

“Not that you would understand, peasant.” he practically used the same argument, but his tone was scary - and alot more hurtful.

You scoffed, mouth agape, “What did you just call me?”

He paused walking when you grabbed his arm to make him face you, “What? Are you deaf too?”

Zuko yanked his arm out of yours, glaring at your retreating figure.

“What’s gotten into you!?”

“What’s gotten into me?” he laughed sourly, “What’s gotten into you?” the firebender jabbed a finger into your chest enough for you to feel it - but not enough for it to hurt.

Zuko’s face inched towards yours, your eyebrows raised.

“What? What’s gotten into me?” you laughed in a bitter tone.

“You barely ever train!”

Your eyes widened, your hands reaching to clutch your heart. You never trained in front of him, you didn’t feel ready to share your firey power. Recently, you discovered you could bend lava, very weakly, but definitely bending nonetheless. You were confused at first - isn’t lava fire? But no, after mulling it over some more, you realised it’s closer to earth than fire. It was something that made you feel special - unique even! With Toph’s metal bending and seismic sense, you always felt overshadowed by the young prodigy. This was the one thing only you had, and you wanted to achieve a good level of bending before uncovering your golden secret with your found family. You hadn’t realised that in the process, you never trained before their eyes, and so to them, you never did.

“Zuko,”

He cut you off, “The rest of us are working so hard! And what are you doing?”

“I- I,” you thought for a second, “I don’t have to explain myself to you! You good for nothing, JERK!”

“Good for nothing?” he repeated, a hurt look in his eyes.

You frowned, folding your arms before giving him a taste of his own medicine, “What? Are you deaf too?”

He winced, before swallowing the hard pill that was your words. “You’re insufferable!”

You clenched your fists by your sides, and began to walk away. “I wasn’t done!” he yelled out.

You earth bended a small rock to his knee, which caused him to roll his eyes before storming off. You stumbled further into the woods, picking up firewood, why does he have to be such a hothead? Once your basket felt close to impossible to carry, you made your way back to camp.

“Where’s Zuko?” Sokka asked.

You shrugged, “Don’t know, don’t care.”

Looks of shock passed around the group. “Is everything okay?” the avatar asked.

You found it hard to stay mad once faced by the worried boy, “Dandy.” you replied softly, smiling to sell your story.

Aang quirked a brow, before narrowing his eyes to something distant behind you.

“ZUKO! Where were you?”

The boy in question threw his basket of firewood onto the ground, “Doing what you asked me to.”

“That's a lot of wood. Maybe too much,” Sokka looked between you and Zuko.

Zuko smirked, facing you, “Maybe you should've used your energy for something a little more useful.”

Toph’s eyes widened. It’s no secret that Zuko could be unknowingly mean, but he was always so nice to you. What’s gotten into him?

You smiled a sweet smile in his direction, “Do we have a problem?”

“No. Just pointing out the obvious.”

Katara spoke up, only to be waved off by your hand. “It’s okay,”

You walked off, humming a tune as you handed Sokka the wood. The waterbender’s sibling stared incredulously at you.

The rest of the day moved rather normally, other than the random insult you or ZUko would throw at each other. Your heart ached, why was he so hostile? Why was he so concerned with your training?

As the moon rose in the sky, and goodnights were passed around, everyone entered their assigned tent. As you laid there, you closed your eyes and listened intently to your surroundings. Once all movement was eradicated, you carefully got up and out of your tent. Stealthily, you moved into the forest, and located your favourite cave. You followed the path that you made not too long ago down to what felt like the core of the earth. Finally, you reached a lava pool, and began to breathe more heavily. The air was suffocatingly hot, and so you removed your jacket and shoes, socked feet touching the mildly hot floor. The warm colours illuminated your troubled features, making you look ethereal. Focusing, you began to make bending movements. It was like it was an intricate dance, your feet light but stable. Finally, you scrunch your face as the lava begins to rise, and you swish it around the small cove, gentle calming tunes leaving your mouth. A sigh left your shaky figure as the magma fell back down. You squealed, “YES!”, alas, you were finally getting somewhere with your ‘magic’. Your happy moment was soon interrupted by your noticing of a shadow. Quickly, you turned around, bending their feet to the floor.

“Oh. It’s you.” you unbinded his feet, and bumped into his shoulder as you pushed past him to leave.

“Did you just bend lava?” Zuko swallowed thickly.

“Yeah, and what about it? Think I'm too much of a failure to pull this off? Did you come to patronise me again?” you scoffed

“No I,” he stumbled back slightly, shaking his head. “I came to apologise.”

You narrowed your eyes, turning towards him, feeling as if the apology is insincere, and only to get you to shut up. He began speaking.

“You don't have to forgive me, what I said was out of line and just plain mean. I’m not justifying my behaviour, I just think you deserve a reason. It wasn't your fault, I just had so much pent up stress, and unfortunately, I took it out on you. I’m so, so, so sorry Y/n. You're not a peasant, you’re the best thing that's ever happened to me. Please, please don’t leave me.” tears spilled from his eyes, and you gently wiped them away, pulling him into your warm arms.

You held him for a few seconds, letting his sobs die down slightly.

“It’s okay Zuko.”

“But it’s not! You shouldn’t forgive me this easily!”

You frowned, as you knew exactly what he was thinking, “Zuko, you’re nothing like your father,” you landed a gentle kiss on his lips, the salty flavour of the tears entering your mouth. You rested your forehead against his, as he sniffled.

“I don’t deserve you,”

“You deserve the world.” you grinned.

So, maybe today was a little bit rocky. And sure, Zuko still hasn’t forgiven himself, but you can see the effort he’s trying to put in - and that alone, is enough of a reason to love this troubled teen - no matter how stupid he is.

An: I'm such an idiot I'm actually so sad I deleted it :( Hope you enjoyed this story, SEE YA! <3

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muzzledrum · 2 years

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"take me slow" PRT 4

Copia x reader

warnings: obsessed manipulative Terzo, toxic Copia moment, fight, no fluff

terzo gives copia some advice and it takes a turn. yeah im sorry in advance its an ugly chapter.

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Terzo walked down the hallways, a grin threatening to break on his face. He wouldn’t tell Copia her name and what she was. But that didn't mean he couldn’t raise hell in other ways. He was happy to play the friendly helper in their relationship, however happier to help her more. He straightened his vest and twisted on his toes as he turned to papa’s bedroom doors, all too giddy to pour his poison in Copia’s mind. He pushed his grin down into the pit of his mind, carefully selecting what face would alleviate the stress from papa, when he decided he took a deep breath and knocked on the door. Copia’s head came into view, his paint complimenting his furrowed brows as he opened the door, a stoic calm as he looked down at Terzo. Terzo made a mental note that his confidence had definitely risen since last they talked, making things a little more challenging. He gave a refreshing smile and spoke in italian

“Papa! How are you my dear friend? Hopefully I didn’t keep you waiting”

Copia stepped back and gestured his hand, letting Terzo walk inside as he replied chipperly

“Patience is perfect for us Papa’s! Always good to see a familiar face in these times. Come sit”

The two men sat down, a cup of coffee and hot chocolate waited at his desk, Copia always had a terrible sweet tooth. Terzo scooted his seat closer before leaning back crossing one leg over his knee.

“So what’s troubling you? How can I help you today Papa” he sighed and played with his ring as he picked the coffee cup up to his mouth.

“I could use your advice. From what I understand, you were em….close? With Y/N, correct?” He folded his arms on the desk and leaned forward. “Of course we don’t have to talk about it. She isn’t keen on sharing many details and in truth it's not my business regardless of my position of power”

Terzo rolled his shoulders lightly and cleared his throat. “Oh I’m a giver you know I won’t say no to Papa, speak away. Everythings on the table within reason.” copia stayed silent for a moment so terzo quipped out “including the bedroom activities perhaps?” He raised his eyebrow and sipped his coffee. Copia choked on his cocoa and cleared his throat. “Oh, the sort if you don't mind” Copia mumbled out quietly, taking a deep breath he asked. “Has she always struggled being intimate? I find myself wondering if I am doing her wrong. I needed to learn from you” Terzo smiled, carefully selecting his lie as he pursed his lips and shook his head confused.

“No, she never had a problem with me. I will admit it did take a long time for her to openly be intimate, usually hiding behind…comments?” He studied Copias face and saw what he needed, a slight reaction shown through his eyes at her making the comments. So she was being all bark no bite Terzo thought.

“But she, eh, opened up? Right?” he listened softly

“Yes, within a year she was open, both heart and legs if you will” he flashed a toothy smile enjoying his game. Copia’s shoulders slumped for a moment before leaning back in his chair and placing his clean shoes on his desk. “Everything else if our relationship is fine, but it's this one thing that she struggles with. Though, I haven’t confronted her about it.” he raised his hand before continuing

“Which I will. But she seems almost afraid? As silly as it seems. As you know she's damn near close to sister Imperator in confidence and self assurance.”

“Quite the opposite, Papa. She is afraid. It’s not my place to tell you but she has some rather…unfavorable secrets and a past. I know it doesn’t haunt her. But what does is that it will repeat. That she will hurt you. She means well I'm sure but she hides it because she’s afraid of herself.” Copia paused for a moment and nodded. “She is hiding, you’re right. The other night she hid under the paperwork you gave her after the class she taught. She could have done it another day I’m sure” the last of his sentences drifted off into a mumble as Terzo gave him a confused look and feigning sympathy. “I never gave her paperwork papa, I and others haven't since you returned. We agreed to let her be for some time.” Copia looked up, studying Terzo's face before confusion consumed him. “You must have forgotten, she told me she was given last minute work”

Terzo clicked his tongue “no we shared a nice walk after her work, the moon was nice so we took some time to catch up. You know I would never forget things like that Papa” he clasped his hands and set them on his knee, lazily bobbing his foot. Copia glared at his gloves for a moment. “I see….you’re excused Terzo. I have some tasks to attend to” he stared at his glove, his voice leaking venom at this revelation made to him.

“Of course Papa, I didn't mean to upset you. Please always call me when you need some advice, I’ll come running if I can. Really” he stood up and set his coffee cup on the table, just as he turned his face a glimmer showed in his white eyes as a wolfish smile pulled the corner of his lip. Copia only nodded in acknowledgement as Terzo slipped out the door in silence.

Copia gazed down on Terzo’s cup still sitting on his desk. He picked it up lightly and twirled it around in his hand over and over. He was lost in thoughts as his insecurities ate at him, his thoughts brewing a storm. “She lied? Why? Why me? What were they talking about? She didn’t have dinner with me last night. ``Her heart and legs, if you will’ ” most importantly, at the forefront of his mind “what is she hiding from me?” his thoughts echoed in the dark empty room, his gaze hardened as an irrational anger consumed him. The sound of crushed glass assaulted his ears, when he looked down the cup was shattered. The last of the coffee poured onto the floor as splinters of glass laid bare on his desk, mocking him. Blood dripped from his hand as it pooled in his hands. Anger grew as he swiped his cup off the table and yelled in anguish, he grabbed his hair and took shuddering breaths. “I am Papa, I am Lucifer's chosen shepard, I am Papa I’m not hopeless” He found comfort in his power in the moment as his head hung to the floor. He looked over to the room and saw the shredded letter still laying where she left it. He grabbed the tape off his desk and walked over to the mess.

She approached the door tired and annoyed, her arm full of books from the library. When she opened the door she was confused. The room was pitch black, the curtains drawn tightly. At the end of the room there was a dark silhouette of Copia sitting back in the chair. The air felt both dead, but electric as she spoke. “Copia? What the hell are you doing? Brooding like a vampire?” he didn’t respond, only tilting his head back over the chair to face her and smiled. The face intoxicated with power, collected anger and an utter cold. It made her shiver.

“Hello, my love. You're home late again. Terzo tossing his work onto you now?” he said out loud flatly. “No, not Terzo. I had to study up on some things for another class I'm teaching on thursday '' she attempted a smile, hoping he would be happy about the news. He didn’t acknowledge what she said, he simply held up the now taped up letter between his index fingers, only half of the letter intact. ”Have a nice brunch with him?” he replied coldly, she walked over to his desk and set the books down before she put her hands on her hips, anxiety twisting her stomach. “No, as a matter of fact I didn’t. What has gotten into you?” “your love?” He raised an eyebrow and stood turning to face her, his hand lingering on the chair and his other raising the letter. “Doesn’t seem like the wording I’d use for a chew out over papers” his white eye glowed in the dark of the room.

“What did he tell you?” she asked in a warning tone.

“Enough. He was very informative. So….why did you ever leave him?” He swung the other chair out and pointed for her to sit. She stood defiantly. “What is wrong with you? You have never acted this way, what did he tell you?”

“That he never gave you paperwork last night. That you had a nice get together again. Normally I wouldn’t give a rat's ass. But you’re hiding from me. Has your Papa not been honest with you? Am I losing my love?”

“We had an argument, that’s why I was upset! Copia are you hearing yourself?” she yelled.

“You’re ignoring the letter,” he said quietly and coldly.

“What am I supposed to say copia? That's why I shredded it. I was upset when he called me that” she waved her hand exasperated “Terzo is a different man when it comes to me-” she was cut off by his glare, his breath heaved as he stared at her.

“What is that supposed to mean?” his voice dripping with venom

“It’s complicated” she whispered

“Start talking”

“I can’t” when she looked back up she saw tears dripping down his face, his fists clenched over the letter as he looked around, everywhere but her. His face contorted as he controlled his tears. He fought to keep his voice steady as he glared up at her in angry tears “what are you hiding? What did I do wrong?” she looked at the ground and shook her head.

"I can’t look at you right now. I need to think, we’ll talk again later” he turned his back to her. “ You're kicking me out?? Copia this is-” his voice boomed in the room, rattling the walls “get out!” and immediately. regret, hurt and fear hit him. He never raised his voice. What was wrong with him he thought, he had forgotten who he was talking to. His lover, his sun in the cosmos. Now she was in tears, her nose twisted as she tried to force words out. He reached out “I- I’m sorry amore please I didn’t mean it” he was too late, in the dark of the room her figure simply vanished, one moment his eyes were fixated on hers, the next she blurred into the dark. “Amore? Amore please come here I didn’t mean it I’m sorry” he rushed to the curtains and shoved them open. She was nowhere in sight.

It was a downpour outside, Terzo sat by his fireplace and smiled. Considering it to be the heavens succumbing to his dark infernal lord below. Out of the corner he saw a shadow step out of the darkest corner of his room. What he was welcomed with was a tear stricken Y/N, he rushed over to her shushing her softly asking what had happened, a selfish pang of joy hit his heart as she came to him. “He screamed at me” her voice breaking into sobs as she held her face. Terzo wrapped his arms around her, shushing her softly as he buried his head into her hair, petting her hair softly. Deep in his heart he was branding a wicked smile as she sobbed in his arms for the rest of the night.

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hey so I felt the need to come down here, I'm having a lot of fun with this and im on a fucking roll. I'm open to suggestions and request I want to work on stories that aren't conventional y/n's, the next story will be about a diabetic because thats something I always wanted for myself, if you want some representation feel free to let me know and I can whip a story out. hopefully the next chapter will get lighter and happier no promised

#ghost bc #cardinal copia #papa emeritus iii #ghost band #ghost

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defensivelee · 7 months

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🌩️ and ☔ for the ask game, please? :)

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

here's a bit from Alien Alien featuring ur favorite tin can man!! or rather...just his face

Keppel lifted the vanadium mask to his face, blinking as he stared at himself in the mirror. It was far too big for him, but he thought he still looked rather handsome as a robot. “What are you doing?” he heard a voice say behind him. “What does it matter to you, human?” Keppel said, looking back at Marlborough and deepening his voice to mimic Bentinck’s. “This is android business! Something that with your inferior intelligence, you could never do. Go be a pretty sculpture somewhere else!” “Oh, stop, you sound just like him,” Marlborough said. “It makes me want to melt you.” He raised his eyebrows hopefully. “I’m not melting him, though he’s made it very tempting,” Keppel said.

☔Is there a fic concept you have that you'd like to just explain and share because you're not sure you'll ever write it? If so, what is it?

So you know I am always obsessed with Renée/Stille Willem from Mrs. Bowen's hit novel Prince and Heretic and I have these fun concepts in my mind for a lil spin-off fic of them in the Alien Alien universe! I think I've posted art of them before

Renée would be his wife's service android, and her design would be so fucking cute qwq like she has a bit of a creepy electrocardiography motif, with these eyes that are purposely built to look unassuming and droopy, but with the world's longest eyelashes LMAO. she'd be like a pastel blue-ish gray color

William, on the other hand...in this verse he's actually sort of supposed to be the "founder" of the Defender species, being the one who split them off from the other Asterothiriots and established the power of the mind control! i really like his design too, he's like this really fluffy dog but with the huge claws of a Defender as well as the insect-like arms and eyes. and ofc, the antennae!!

there's nothing really planned out bc i have no idea if i'll write it (even tho it would be so much fun), but i just want their slow burn to go SOMEWHERE especially since im a certified roboslut as well as a Renéeslut. put those two together as well as an otherworldly doggy-insect HUNK (i am a furry) and we have a banger!! it'd be rlly self indulgent but who give a shit

if anything i would probably make it a short comic just bc that's the only way i see myself telling the story, bc all the designs would SLAP and the vibes in my head are almost purely artistic so that's what i'd do. but who knows when i'll have the time

#hehe thank youuuu radegondeee #alien alien au #for renaynay !!#chains and wips

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obeymedweeb · 9 months

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Brothers find out MCs a murderer in the devildom

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Asmodeus

Satan

Beelzebub

Belphegor

It was a nice day and everyone was acting normal as always together. Nearing night time everyone noticed MC had left but she hadn't told any of them where she was going.

Brothers POV

"Hey hey has anyone seen Y/N I wanted to get our nails done together" Asmo says upset. "I thought they were gonna be with one of you guys?" Lucifer says says raising an eyebrow. "Well she aint in 'er room so I'll just give 'er a call she'll never reject a call from The Great Mammon" he says proudly. Everyone looking at him annoyed

*silence*(phone is in Y/Ns pocket and accidently answered call)

"Hello-" Mammon freezes, shocked because he hears faint screams on the other side of the phone "p...please we're so-" then he hears a blade cling as if striking someone.

Everyone clearly shocked at Mammons expressions * line cuts* Mammon drops the phone while looking horrified he wastes no time on putting his jacket and shoes on telling everyone what he heard while doing so.

Evveryone quickly following behind him without a plan, going around the town yelling out Y/Ns name.

MCs POV

Walking out the door making sure no one would notice, I put on a cloack and pull out my Katana holding it on my side once outside.

Sneaking up on people I have business with in an alleyway. As I slowly and quietly creep up on them slashing one of their heads scaring the other three guys the leader being in the very back.

"Yo yo yo what up" smirking at them knowibg they can't see me. "W-who said that" scared looking around. "Haha i don't get it. How can a human like me be able to kill demons like you guys so easily?" You guys are more...powerful. I mean, at least you should be." *slashes another on of their heads off scaring the other 2 even more.

"P...please we're so so-" *slash* i see the boss runing to the end of the alleyway before tripping right before the light hits slowly crawling back clearly terrified "I-ILL GIVE YOU WHATEVER YOU WANT JUST-JUST DONT KILL ME"

I show myself in the light "shoulda thought about that before you made the deal" as I look down at him. *slash* "ugh man they got my clothes all dirty (BUT IM SO BADASS)" pouting looking at my cloak and shirt though "an' I still gotta clean up"

Turning around looking at the mess sighing annoyed then I start dragging all the body's to one spot and piling them up. It was back to where I entered the alley.

Everyones POV

Instead of separating the brothers decided to stick together cuz logic. Anyway they heard some sounds coming from an alley and someone grunting so they went to check it out.

After MC puts the last body on top trying to catch her breath. "Man these dudes are heavy." Lucifer and the others freeze when they recognize the voice. All slowly walking to peek to see.

MC crouching facing away checking out the bodies and hearing "Y-Y/N?" MC gets up and whips her head towards them whipping blood from her face with her hand.

"Hm, well shit" she didn't care much at first just shocked they were all there

They all look so shocked having absolutely nothing to say due to how shocked they were. MC walks towards them slowly reassuring them they'd tell them everything after being stopped by Lucifer, now cupping her face not gently but not rough either. "Y/N what did you do" MC looks down slowly disappointed for not telling them anything thinking they'd never find out.

-cut to when she cleans up and they all head back cuz im fucking lazy-

It's a silent walk back to house with MC walking in front of them

Lucifer pulls out her katana from its holder "I will be confiscating this till you tell me what happened" MC turns around angry and annoyed "WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THAT IT'S MI-" Mammon holds her back wrapping his arms around her "Y/N please stop" "MAMMO-" Looking at his sad expression she calms down her anger but feels more regret now.

Mammon slowly releasing her. They arrive at the front door as Lucifer opens the door all of them letting Y/N on first. Everyone still silent behind her.

With a shaky voice "guys" as she collapses on the floor onto her knees everyone watching "I'm so sorry. I didn't want to tell you guys because i thought you'd all hate me" Lucifer drops the katana and runs to hug Y/N patting her head and rubbing her back.

"It's ok, I think you should get cleaned up and rest now, we can talk in the morning" he lets go cupping her face and whipping away her tears.

She slowly nods as Lucifer picks her up but signaling to his brothers to wait here then takes her to her room.

Lucifer and MC'S POV

Reaching her room he slowly places her down on the bed. "Lucifer i-" he puts his finger on her mouth to stop her from talking giving her a warm smile. "Don't worry about it right now Y/N just go get cleaned up and go to sleep. I'll come check in on you in a bit to see how you're doing." He says patting her head

"O-ok thank you Lucifer" looking up at him as he slowly gets up as Y/N watches him leave out the door.

MCS POV

After he leaves I sigh to myself with so many questions running through my head not being able to thing straight. I soon calm down and head to the shower where I think even more.

I get out the shower and changed putting my dirty clothes in the laundry basket. I looking at the stains on my shirt. "What is wrong with me.." Walking to my bed

I lay down and start crying and end up falling asleep.

BROTHERS POV

They are all talking to each other about what they saw as Lucifer walks into the living room.

"What if she thinks we now think of her different, I mean that is the reason why she didn't tell us" Levi says. They all look so worried. Belphie and Beel are cuddled up together comforting one another. "Beel.." "yes belphie" "do you think Y/N will hate us?" "Of course not, Y/N's not like that.." he says after eating cookies to calm down.

Asmo talks to Satan about it and Levi and Mammon do as well. Then Lucifer walks in and sits down speechless. "Well... I don't know what to do or say. But i... I think we have to report this to Diavo-" "NO" They all shout at him. "Lucifer are you crazy??? They'll get her removed from the program and we'll never see her again" Satan says angry and raging at him. "Look I know what we saw we didn't expect but we have absolutely no explanation from Y/N." Levi exclaimed. They all stare at Lucifer as he makes it his mind "Ok. I don't wish to lose Y/N either so we shall wait. As for now I want all of you back in your rooms and leave Y/N alone for the rest of the night" Asmo really had no words in this situation was only listening in to everything.

Part 2???

#mammon avatar of greed #lucifer avatar of pride #obey me satan #shall we date leviathan #obey me beelzebub #shall we date belphegor #MC #murderer #asmodeus #murder

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bellewintersroe · 1 year

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This is for a ship!

I've asked my bf to describe me;

My boyfriend asked me to describe him....

Did i go overboard? Definitely.

He is the most beautiful guy I've ever seen. He is incredibly short and has such gentle eyes that makes my heart stop whenever I look into them. His laugh is very contagious and when he laughs too hard he goes semi silent with little giggle-like noises in between the moments of silent laughing. That or its strained laughing from needing to breathe. He is compassionate and understanding. He will hold me memtally when I'm upset and wait for me to say what's wrong when I'm ready.

His whole personality is gentle and yet powerful in the way that he captivates others.

That little wisp of a smile that he doesn't know anyone notices. When i do something stupid on call he stares at the camera dissappointingly as a joke. I like how his ginger hair curves around his cheek. How his eyebrows jump whenever he hears something concerning or is confused. His eyes are blue and extremely beautiful how his eyes are always exploring. He has got so many beautiful, little memories weaving their own little tapestry in that gorgeous head of his. He is a bit afraid to admit being afraid, i think so atleast. Which he doesn't have to be, he is considerate and peaceful and gentle and kind.

Hes got little scars all on his hands and arms from either being a dumbass or his puppy. He is passionate about so much and has no limit when it comes to interests.

Hes always learning, everyday he has something new to tell me. He takes video games seriously like its real life and its so cute how he keeps telling me to focus cause im off dancing on Normandy when we play the D-Day roblox game.

He is so passionate about others and always wants to help in any way possible even if he can't voice that. He isn't one to send paragraphs of love to somebody, he shows his love in other ways. Other people won't get it but just know I do.

He is one of the most selfless people I have ever met. He can brighten any room by just being in it. His smile and humor is contagious. He is my rock, my constant in a world of every changing chaos. In him, I have found my best friend, the one who constantly makes me want to strive to be a better person.

So yeah. Idk what to finish this with but I love you Eugene<3

hey, thank you for your request I absolutely love the detail on this and I adore that your boyfriend wrote this for you- how beautiful omg!!!

ps- there’s no such thing as overboard I loveeeee the detail smmm <3

I ship you with… Shifty Powers!!

Firstly the two of you would be such a beautiful couple omg. We all know how beautiful Shifty is. I feel like your ginger hair and his dark hair would just look so adorable together?

The fact you have such gentle eyes is what soothes Shifty, like it makes him feel comfortable enough to come speak to you and he’s such a little love bird he’d gaze into them all day if he could.

I feel like it’s your laughter that would pull Shifty in, like he’d find himself smiling at something you were humoured by and slowly the shy chatter would start from there? when the two of you are fully together your laughter is something that will bring him joy in his darkest times.

the two of your gentle personalities makes you so perfect together. Like Shifty would be un doubtfully loyal to you and so unapologetically in love with you?

seriously he thinks you’re an Angel sent just for him.

often questions how he got somebody as good as you??

Seriously if you just hold him whilst you’re in bed he can’t get enough of it or you. He needs that skin to skin contact and your compassion is something that melts his heart okay.

it gives him such tranquil energy, seriously, he feels most at peace when he’s at home with you, and the first time the two of you kissed (after many many nervous attempts from Shifty) it’s so perfect, he feels like he could cry??

falls in love pretty quickly omg people (including myself) are so jealous of you.

your curiosity and endless memories is something he finds adorable. He often just asks you to tell him stories, if he’s had a bad day he’s sooo intrigued in hearing about a happy memory you have.

it distracts him in a way? Like he deffo gets lost in your physical beauty, but on the inside he literally can not comprehend how somebody can be so angelic and good for him?

maybe sometimes he doesn’t feel enough for you because you’re genuinely so perfect.

Chuck literally has to pinch him once to stop him from staring.

traces the scars on your hand and tells you out loud about how he will support through absolutely anything. Your interests are also his, he finds it fun to partake in new things with you??

Can tell when you’re afraid and gives you that little bit of a nudge you need to be more confident.

the way you show your love to him through actions rather than speaking to him is something Shifty likes. I feel like he’s so good at vocalising his love, but even he gets a little shy sometimes?

if you grab him for a hug or a kiss expect him to be smiling for the rest of the day omg he’s so perfect.

blushes easily.

I feel like you and shifty would genuinely want to spend every single day together?? Like if you’re away for a couple days he’d deffo embrace you so tightly.

wordied about hurting you? Deffo such a sweet lover and checks upon you constantly.

doesn’t have sex he makes LOVE omfg stop I love him so much.

You make him laugh more than anybody and he can be a little dopey sometimes so prepared to be entertained for the rest of your life.

I feel like you sound quite open minded? Shifty would deffo take you out fish noodling, fishing and hunting.

make out sessions whilst ur on a small little fishing boat.

It would probs start raining and you’d be rowing in circles for a good 30 mins to get out of it????

Seriously the softest and most gentle man ever, like I said earlier he’s endlessly loyal and the two of you would have such a peaceful life together.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I ship you platonically with… George Luz!!!

Listen you and George as friends compliment each other massively.

you have the caring and gentle soul that George deep down longs for in his life? Yes he’s the joker of the group, but when he’s upset he sometimes struggles to vocalise it?

some how you just get it? You understand him like nobody else and George confides in you where he feels like he can’t in many other people?

on the other hand, you mentioned about you laughing- George never fails to make you almost pee yourself a good 10 times a day.

seriously we all know he’s funny but you just find him absolutely hilarious???

I think Luz would bring out an adventurous side to you? If he’d wanna go explore somewhere he’d take you with him?

idk I can just picture this friendship being extremely fun but also soooo fucking healthy like. You’re both always there for each other and you know it.

#band of brothers #band of brothers x reader #band of brothers smut #Shifty powers #shifty powers x reader #George Luz #george Luz x reader

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yyxandere · 6 months

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ohh lets do soemthing fluffy. How about yandere kazuma kiryu with a darling who wants to just marry him...maybe even wants to have kids😳😳 (you can ignore this request if its weird no worries 😊)

･｡ﾟ☆ 𝐁𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔.

[♡]ー ꒱・！CHARACTER！:: KIRYU KAZUMA.

✧.* gender/pronouns ─ 'You' and 'She/Her' pronouns

✧.* prompt ─ Yandere Kiryu Kazuma with a significant other who wants be married to him and have kids.

✩.* note ─ THIS IS SO BAD BRO, IDK WHAT I DID WRONG, MAYBE ITS BC I RUSHED THIS?! SO IM SO SORRY ANON IF THIS WASNT UP TO UR EXPECTATIONS

✩.* TRIGGER WARNINGS ─Kind off intimate, Minor Violence Mentioned and it’s very much fluffy

The moonlight shone on you made you look melancholic, Kiryu then asked himself if this was really the right thing but such thoughts were immediately lost when he looked. The moon shone upon two lovers in bed, both in a state of relaxation, one of her hands lay atop the man on her chest, and the other lay on his waist, her lips on his forehead, as the man's eyebrows only creased not because of discomfort but because of the comfort ness his beloved is giving him. He closed his eyes as he enjoyed the feeling she gave him; she was his heaven, his salvation, his everything. His soulmate.

She pulled back from their embrace and kissed each cheek with affection before moving down to his nose and finally kissing his lips as a sweet melody filled the air. The woman then raised the hand that was in his waist to his back, to slowly trace the tattoo that shows his life, his struggles, and the person he is.

The Dragon of Dojima, a ruthless man who can take on a whole clan to himself, a respectable man who will always put a strong face, but when it comes to you, he just can't keep his composure, Kiryu Kazuma can't.

She looks up at him once again, smiling adoringly, and whispers “You're the love of my life, Kazuma.” She leans down to kiss his forehead once more.

He feels so blessed to be loved by such a beautiful soul like hers. As they embraced their love for each other as his head was in her chest, he only had one thing in mind. . .

"Are you really sure you want to stay with me (Y/N)?" Kiryu said in a low voice. He looked at her through his eyelashes, and his face seemed to show the slightest hint of sadness. He could hear the heart in the position he was in maybe it was your heart that comforted him to say such a thing, maybe he was scared that one day he wouldn't be able to hear each drum of your hand but only your cold hands.

"Why ask Kazuma?" you replied as you closed your eyes and then started stroking his hair. A gesture you knew very well that calms Kazuma.

"Well, I'm just. . . scared. . .that one day you're going to be put in the mess because of the life I choose."

Scared.

He never said such words even to those who are closest to him, Kiryu is a protector he is the one willing to tank all wounds just for the one close to him and that also implied to you too, and of course, you understand, the dragon in his back significance his way, the path he courageously took. Kiryu Kauzma is scared. Scared that one day he'll never feel your fingers around his hand or your lips anywhere on his face, while you mumble the sweetest things to him, or maybe he won't have more memories of you cooking for Haruka or being there for the both of them.

"Oh, Kazuma. I knew what I was getting myself into when I first laid my eyes on you, but when the day I kissed you, the day I told you that I'm willing to be yours forever, I truly mean that." You said softly, Kazuma knew this but whatever power you hold, whenever you told him that you love him with all your heart he just can't help but doubt.

"Before you say anything, I know that you're doubting me not because of my love but my commitment to you. " Kiryu looked up to you and let you continue, "And so of that, please don't be afraid to be mine and trust in my commitment."

"You know Kazuma. . . I've always wondered what I will look like in a white dress, while you wear a whole black yukata." Such a comment had a chokehold on Kazuma.

"W-What do you mean by that?. . ." Kiryu said as he jolted and looked into your eyes. He was trying to find any kind of lies, but only he saw was real compassion and honesty of what you just said.

"Well, I'm trying to say is, if you really feel that way, then let's get married Kazuma, will the ring on my finger convince you?" You said straight to his eyes, implying that you were serious.

"Then if you want we can have children of our own. To show my love for you." You then move closer to him hugging his bare chest.

He looks down, blushing deeply. It would be easy enough to agree to a marriage, after all, he doesn't think he'd ever refuse you anything anyway, even his life, but why would you want children of your own? You guys already have Haruka, but why does the image of you holding both Haruka and her younger sibling warm his heart?

Will they have your eyes? Your hair? Maybe they're going to have your smile? Maybe they're going to inherit his eyes or maybe both of your eyes? But he knew that the enemies of his past would always hunt him no matter what, but it's your wish, your dream, and he'll do anything for you including protecting your dream. After a pregnant pause, you finally spoke up.

"Of course Kazuma we don't have to get married if you like-"

"I'll do it."

You open your mouth to let out a quiet gasp. The softness of his reply showed how vulnerable he is to you, showing just how much you mean to him. You couldn't stop smiling softly even if you tried. Your love is like the sun, radiating light everywhere he goes and everyone he encounters.

"I am willing to marry you (Y/N) if that's what you want to. . ." he said as he now grasped your knuckles and brought it to his lips. The contrast of his rough hands to your soft ones.

The moon shone on you and made you look ethereal, a true goddess in his eyes, your beauty is truly something to behold, but Kazuma falls for your sweet personality only getting stern when needed too. He loves the way your eyes glimmer with care whenever you're around Haruka, your voice whenever you talk passionately about something, and most of all, you understand him. You are what he needs in his gloomy life a light that contrasts him, you are like an angel sent upon the higher one, maybe you guys are just meant for each other. He will not let anyone get in the way of both of your love.

"I'll protect your dream (Y/N), your dream is mine too, I'll give you everything you asked for, I will keep protecting you and Haruka till my last breath, that is my promise to you. . . as your future husband." His expression became softer, his eyes shining in the night and you found yourself leaning your head against his shoulder to feel him to you, and he knew that he would marry the right woman, who would stay with him till his remaining breath. He will say it countless times, he will protect you and Haruka no matter what, even if it means having blood on his knuckles, anything for his wife and his future children . . .

(Y/N) Kazuma is such a fitting name. . .

#✧- ‘YAKUZA’ ☆#yandere yakuza #yandere kiryu x reader #yandere Kiryu kazuma x reader #x reader #yandere #yakuza x reader #Kiryu x reader #yandere x reader #yandere yakuza game x reader #yandere yakuza game #fanfic

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metalbuckaroo · 3 years

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hope you don’t mind me asking for another prompt thingy, but i couldn’t resist when i saw #7. “You want me to give you your book/phone/item back? Make me.” on the smut prompts. maybe the reader is wearing (beefy biker or normal) bucky’s sweatshirt and smut ensues… of course no pressure :)

Make Me

Warnings: smut, that's about it

AU: Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

AN: I have a weak spot for beefy biker bucky, so I couldn't help myself and its 5am so im slightly delusional. Ask based off of this list. Feel free to request one

Gif not mine

Saturday mornings were always slow, waking up in the early afternoon and grabbing the first shirt you laid eyes on; this time being Bucky's sweatshirt that was sat on the end of the bed.

You padded to the kitchen to start a pot of coffee, hearing the shower shut off as you walked pass the bathroom door.

Moments later Bucky was standing in the doorway of the kitchen, taking in the sight of you in the shirt that was far too big before clearing his throat to get your attention.

"Hey, Buck." You smiled at him over your shoulder as you reached into the cabinet for coffee mugs, his eyes lowering to where the hem raised to show the bottom of your ass cheeks.

"I was gonna wear that." He teased, leaning his metal shoulder against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest.

You turned to face him fully, looking over his freshly showered body, water droplets rolling down the dips of his muscular chest. "You're the one that left it on the bed." You quipped back.

He sauntered forward, stopping when his body was inches away and towering over you, the woodsy scent of his body wash filling your senses. "Gonna need it back." He said with a cocked eyebrow.

"You want me to give your shirt back?" A devilish grin flashed across your face, hooking your fingers in the front of his boxers briefs. "Make me."

Without a warning he lifted you to sit on the counter, the smooth surface cold against your bare ass as hands slid up your sides and over your breasts as he leaned in to your ear.

"Or I could just fuck you in it." His gravelly voice said, lips ghosting down your neck as your breathing hitched and you tried pressing your thighs together.

"All that bite is gone now isn't it, pretty girl?" He hummed, brushing his thumbs over your nipples to elicit a soft whimper. "Bucky-"

He pressed his lips against yours before you could continue, his hand trailing down to slip his fingers between your folds with a groan. "Don't even have to touch you and you're already dripping. C'mon."

In a swift movement he lifted you by the backs of your thighs, your hands fumbling to grab his shoulders as he made his way down the hallway with a chuckle.

As your back hit the plush mattress you backed up the bed to the pillows, watching as he removed his boxers and tossed them to the side, eyes trained on yours.

The bed dipped under his weight and his hands shoved the shirt up so your torso was bare to him, goosebumps prickling your skin as he tugged his bottom lip between his teeth.

Your breath caught in your throat when he scattered wet kisses on your abdomen, your hands gripping his biceps as he licked a line between your breasts, making you whimper and buck your hips.

"So needy. Tell me what you want, sugar." He muttered through kisses to your flushed skin. "You. Please, Bucky." You begged, chest heaving as the ache between your legs made you restless.

"Gotta give my girl what she wants."

One powerful thrust and he filled you completely, a cry of his name tearing out of your throat from the soft burn the sudden stretch caused.

He bent his body back over yours, hands gripping the pillows beside your head and his hips bumping yours with each pounding thrust that added to the tightening in your lower stomach.

"So fucking tight, wanna stay buried in your sweet cunt all day, pretty girl." He moaned, leaning down to catch your lips in his to swallow your breathy sounds.

Your nails dug into his taut back as you rolled your hips against his, stomachs brushing together as the minty taste of his tongue flooded your tastebuds and muffled your moans.

"Buck, please." You grabbed at his wrist and he moved his arm between your bodies, pressing small circles to your clit that sent you tumbling over the edge, a string of curses and pants slipping through your lips that egged Bucky on.

One look to your blissed out features and he was filling you with hot spurts, his deep groans filling your ears like music as he rode his high.

A hasty kiss to your lips and he moved to lay next to you, tucking his arm behind his head as you both tried to calm your breathing.

"You look amazing in my shirts, sugar."

#biker!bucky #biker!bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky fanfic #bucky fic #bucky imagine #bucky x reader #biker!au #biker au

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wri0thesley · 3 years

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omg wait no hold on I just requested overhaul but then I remembered your overhaul thirst post about him pulling a "curing hysteria~" as an excuse and thought I'd request something along that vibe (no oun intended). I think that'd fall under orgasm control, overstim? (hope this is okay!)

hysteria antidote - overhaul x fem!reader (4k)

seeing nothing but the same four walls every day of your life is playing havoc with your brain. overhaul thinks perhaps you're suffering from hysteria. he has the perfect cure for that.

cw: not sfw/minors dni. dark content!!! dubious/non-consent. captive reader. talk of death, blood, etc. medical kink, gloves, fingering, overstimulation, orgasm control. misogyny. mentions of pregnancy/breeding. afab reader, fem pronouns.

[a/n: idk the internet said the 28th of may was his birthday so consider this both a birthday fic and a fic to celebrate 6k followers, sorry that i am gross and horrible but tbh im having a great time <3]

You really don’t think it’s unreasonable for you to be going out of your mind.

Since the Boss was taken ill, and Kai – Overhaul, you remind yourself, though he’s always just a little less sharp with you when you trip over the new name than he is with anyone else – took over leadership of the Shie Hassaikai, you’ve been pretty much stuck indoors.

Considering that you’re pretty sure he only has fond feelings towards maybe three people in the entire world, including you, you guess you ought to feel special about it – but all it actually does is make you feel like a trapped bird, caged and restless. It doesn’t help that all of the other members of the organisation have started being weird around you; people who you’ve known most of your adult life, people who you’ve worked beside and killed beside and done other horrible things beside (for the good of the organisation, of course)--

But now, they look at you like you might break at any moment. They treat you like an invalid. Their brows crease when they see you out and about, quietly murmuring; “Shouldn’t you still be in your room?”, avoiding touching you at all costs. There’s a kind of fear in their eyes, that they’re going to be told off for even speaking to you, that they’re afraid of being caught close to you.

And you know exactly who’s to blame for that.

You’d tried to speak to him about it, once; you’d thought that perhaps he might be amenable to your desire to do something to help the Shie Hassaikai. He’s always wanted to restore them to their former glory, after all! But after you’d let out your little impassioned tirade, his eyebrows had creased over the bird-mask.

“You don’t sound well,” he’d said to you. “Go back to your room. I’ll talk to you about it later.”

You had missed, at the time, that he hadn’t said ‘we’ll talk about it later’. He’d just said ‘I’ll’. When he had come, that is how it had been; the reassurance that he was keeping you safe. That he didn’t want you to be tainted. That he was keeping you well.

Your quirklessness has never been an issue before, but it certainly hasn’t been a boon. Still, for Kai--

“It’s disgusting,” he’d said, agitated by the discussion. You’d stared at his hands, thinking about the destructive power he himself wielded. “Quirks are a curse, and you not having one is just proof you’re not infected.” He’d looked up, golden eyes piercing directly into yours. “I’m going to keep you perfect.”

Overhaul is not a doctor, for all of his talk about illness and disease and plague. You think he could have used his quirk for something meaningful, once; but you also know that his burning curiousity, his disgust of anyone who deems tainted, his utter lack of morality . . . those are all things that would not have been welcomed in the medical profession. So instead, he deals in needles and pills and altering drugs in the underground labyrinth of the compound.

Sterile rooms, with examination tables and scalpels and impersonal, silver-grey equipment. Pill boxes that rattle when he passes them to you and tells you to take three of those a day, one of those, that one has to be taken to with food--

The idea that you won’t take them doesn’t enter his head, and though he has never . . . overhauled someone in front of you, you have walked past other members of the organisation mopping and disinfecting blood and gristle from sterile flooring.

It is better to go along with him, so you take the supplements and the pills and submit to the way he grabs your chin in gloved hands on the doctor’s chair, tipping your face up to shine a light into your eyes and watch your pupils dilate. But inside, you are screaming.

You’re not made to be locked in one room, occasionally allowed out to pace the hallways of the upstairs – never the underground ones, not any more – with restless footsteps and your muscles fizzing with desire to taste fresh air. You’re not made to stare at the same walls and breathe the purified air and think about how empty the compound is, now that Overhaul is in charge of everything--

(Too many knick-knacks attract dust. Pollen allergies act up, if there are too many plants, and he hates hearing people sneeze. Furniture should be easily movable and barren, to assist in the twice-daily cleanings of every room that people walk through.)

But it’s getting too much for you. Suffocating. You feel like you’re choking on air all of the time; you take the pills, because the thought of what he could do to you is terrifying, but sometimes you wonder if perhaps it would be better if you didn’t.

You’d woken up that morning to the sound of rain hitting the high windows in your bedroom, and you had longed to go outside in your thin nightwear and spread your arms and taste the air, smell the rain, feel it hit your body in fat droplets. Your entire being had ached. You’d tried to distract yourself, with what little there was in the barren prison cell that you called a bedroom – but when the door opened at four thirty exactly, and Kai had stood there with his face as impassive as ever, you had not been able to stop yourself.

Hand fastening around his upper arm (you shouldn’t touch him, you know you shouldn’t, but the same four walls are getting to you), you’d begged him;

“I want to go outside.”

If anyone else had touched him like that, they would already be splattered against the walls and floor. But all you get is a furrow of his eyebrows, careful fingers (gloved, of course; the latex against your skin always makes you shudder) pinching at your hand to get you to let go of him.

“No,” he says. “You’ll catch a cold.”

“I don’t care,” you’re petulant, you know, frustration bubbling up in every cell of your body. “If I stay in here for one more day, I will tear myself into pieces.”

“You’re being over-dramatic.”

“Kai—”

“Don’t call me that.” His rebuttal is sharp. “You know I’m doing this for your own good.”

Your face twists into something ugly. Overhaul hates it when you do that; hates the way your brow wrinkles, your mouth moves, your normally lovely face (one of very few he can bear to look at unmasked and not feel as though he is going to get sick from merely breathing the same air of you) marred.

“You’re not,” you hiss at him. “You’re doing this because you’re fucked up! Because you’ve got some weird fucking ideas about what’s clean and what’s unclean, because you’re on a power trip, because you don’t care about other people--” Your voice is pitching and modulating, all of the things that you usually try and keep balled up inside of you spilling out that the floodgates of how unhappy you are is open.

You’re breathing heavy as Overhaul, clearly irked by what you’re saying, tugs at the wrist of one of his surgical gloves. If he’s going to kill you, good – at least it will be better than this, you think, your breath coming in short sharp pants after the outburst.

He lets go. His hands fall to his sides. His golden gaze on you is very level.

“You’re hysterical,” he tells you. An exasperated laugh falls from your mouth.

“Yeah?” You ask him. “Of course I am. Do you know the last time I breathed fresh air?”

“Seven months, two weeks, three days.” He says it without blinking. Your shoulders tense. Has it really been that long? “You haven’t been ill once in that time. The world out there is filthy.”

“It’s normal to get sick,” you try and tell him, but Overhaul is moving forward; past the doorway, and into your room. The door clicks shut behind him, the sound of a lock ominous. You don’t think you’ve ever been alone with Kai in your bedroom.

In the medical examination rooms, sure. In his office. In common areas, back when he was just the boss’ troubled protege and not the boss himself--

His eyebrows twitch in disgust as he notices the dust on your bookshelves. You’d stopped letting any of the cleaners in here a month ago; you’d refused to clean in the mean time, taking whatever small victory against your captor that you could.

“You’ll give yourself respiratory issues,” he says.

“Good,” your voice is cold, but you realise you’ve backed away from him. For all of your attempts to stand up to him, you’re terrified. Everyone knows what he can do. “Better dead than here--”

Gloved fingers around your wrist, so tight you can practically feel them bruising.

“You don’t mean that,” he says. His voice has gotten softer, cajoling. You’re trembling in his grip. “I told you. You’re hysterical.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” you say, but your words feel like you’re spitting them out around a mouthful of gravel. “I—I’m calm--”

Your knees knock against your bed, but Overhaul is still clinging to you; still too close. Your heart is beating so fast that you can hear it pounding in your ears.

“You’re not. You’re hysterical.” He repeats it, calmly. The hand not on your wrist reaches up and cups your face, a gloved thumb stroking across your cheek as if you’re the most delicate thing he’s ever touched. The scent of the latex is overwhelming. “But that’s alright. It’s not your fault.” He clicks his tongue behind the mask. “It’s mine. All of this checking for the physical sickness, and I didn’t think about checking your head.”

You fall onto the bed as his knees knock against yours, your back hitting the wall. It’s just a plain, single bed; rumpled sheets, because you’d fought against any attempt for someone to come in and collect your laundry, too. Overhaul looks silly in your room, you think dimly; like a huge black crow in the nest of a small, frightened wren.

“If you fight,” he tells you, “I’ll disassemble you. I’d rather not. I don’t want to taint you by using my quirk. But . . .” He’s sinking to his knees in front of you, those same methodical hands pushing up the skirt of your dress. “If I did, I’d get a blank mind to work with. I won’t hesitate. But I’d still rather simply fix you without having to break you into pieces first.”

You know him too well to think that he’s bluffing.

After all of the vitriol you’ve spat at him, he’s unwilling to kill you. Would it be worse, to be mindless and brainless under Kai’s quirk? You’ve heard some of his failed experiments before; babbling, drooling, broken things. He’s killed them sometimes just to put them out of their misery.

What if he did that, and your mind remained perfectly capable – just utterly unable to communicate with your body? A prisoner in your own skin. Worse than even now. You swallow back the lump of fear.

“H-how are you going to do that?” You ask him.

You start at how cold the gloved fingers are on your bare thighs, as Overhaul pushes them apart. Cold fear prickles down your spine. You’re too scared to fight back, but everything he’s doing is making you want to run.

“Did you know,” Overhaul says, those same hands sliding higher, to tug at the waistband of your underwear. “In the past, there were rumours that doctors would cure hysteria by genital massage and stimulation?”

His words are very clinical, but there’s a thickness to his voice behind the mask that fills you with revulsion.

“It might be nonsense, of course,” he says. Your underwear is being tugged down, pulled around your thighs, your knees, your ankle. “They theorised that the best cure was regular intercourse, male semen, pregnancy and childbirth--”

“Kai—” Your voice is a soft whine, fear-filled. This time, he doesn’t snap at you for calling him by the name he’s left behind. He simply says;

“Spread your legs.”

You don’t want to. But you want to risk what he’s threatening you with even less, so you tearfully open them as wide as you can go. He shifts forward, and the tip of the beaked mask digs into your inner thigh as he studies you like you’re nothing more than a diagram, not a living, breathing person--

“Next time I’ll have lubricant ready,” he says, under his breath, and your heart seizes up at the implication that whatever he’s going to do to you, there’ll be a next time.

You start at the sensation of gloved fingers gently parting the lips of your sex, Overhaul’s golden eyes drinking in the sight of you spread open and bare. You’re shaking, but for some reason the way he’s looking at you – the utter concentration in his eyes – makes a curl of heat flare deep inside of you.

“Don’t,” you breathe, trying not to squirm. “Please--”

“I don’t want to have to,” he says. His tone remains calm, unbothered. “I’m doing it for your own good, you know that. Just helping you along.” One finger slides through the slit; the sensation of the gloves against your most intimate, heated parts makes the muscles in your thighs clench. It’s . . . not exactly unpleasant, but neither it is pleasant. “Do you think I’m getting any pleasure out of this?”

He doesn’t like getting his hands dirty. You know this; everyone knows this. If this particular thought was so unpleasant to him, you don’t doubt he’d have found somebody else to do it (the thought of one of the other members of the Shie Hassaikai doing this to you fills you with even more revulsion than the idea of Overhaul himself). But you can’t say that out loud. Not after what he’s threatened. So you press your lips together and shake your head, gasp dying in your throat as one of Overhaul’s latex-covered fingers prods gently around your opening.

“You’re getting wet,” he tells you, as if you can’t feel the shameful slick beginning to leak from you. “That will make this easier. Good.”

You hate that the praise makes another jolt of arousal go through you. You don’t want to like the feeling of his gloves, rubbing at your heated cunt; the sensation of a fingertip circling around your entrance, brushing the bud of your clit and making you want to clamp your thighs around his hand.

He sinks the tip of one finger inside of you and you jerk, your hips out of your control as you try and sink away from the intrusion. Overhaul clicks his tongue again in annoyance at you. The hand holding the lips of your cunt open moves, to land on your hip and pin you between the bed and the wall so you can’t squirm again.

“I’ll sedate you next time, if I have to,” he says. “I’m not getting anything out of this. I’d prefer not to have to do it at all--”

He’s lying. You know he is. But you can’t call him out for it, so you press your trembling lips together and try to stop tears spilling out from your lash line as the finger inside of you sinks further and further inside, past his first knuckle, right down to the base.

He crooks it inside of you and your hands curl into the bedsheets, nails digging into your palms through cotton. His touch is curious, exploratory; has he ever actually done this to anybody before? He slides over a rough patch inside of you with the latex-tipped finger and a moan escapes your mouth against your will, your head falling back against the wall. Narrowed golden eyes look up at you as he repeats the motion; taking in the gloss of your lips, the widening of your eyes, the way your shoulders are shaking up and down.

You can feel yourself pumping more slick out; helping the glide of his finger inside of you, as he begins to carefully thrust it in and out of you. His touch is made all the more impersonal by the mask obscuring everything but his eyes and eyebrows; you can’t even hear him breathing.

Your cunt is fluttering around him, pleasure swarming you in breathless waves as he withdraws his finger entirely. He lifts the glove to his eyeline, looking only vaguely interested in how the white latex glimmers with your arousal.

“I’m going to use two now,” he tells you – and that is all the warning you get before two fingers beside one another are opening you up, scissoring your tight channel apart with an ache that you feel up to your hips. You bite back the whimper, but you’re unable to stop the choked breaths that are falling from you as he fucks you with them in steady, constant thrusts.

A covered thumb brushes your clit; swollen, now. Sensitive. Standing to attention. Your hips attempt to jerk in his hold once more, a strangled noise that’s neither pleasured nor pain falling from your throat. You’ve touched yourself, of course you have – even recently, just to try and assuage some of the boredom that fills your exactly-the-same days – but Overhaul’s fingers and thumbs and touch on you are so entirely different from that.

He continues his assault over your clit, those same eyes watching you with that same detached, clinical disposition that he’s had most of the time. There’s a cast to them that suggests there’s something more, but whatever emotion – if, indeed, he’s still capable of that – he’s feeling about having you at his mercy in this way has been pushed to the back of his mind as his thumb rolls and pinches at the bud.

Your body goes all-over heat, Overhaul’s fingers still pumping in and out of you, the slick noises of your shaming wetness echoing around the prison of the four walls you’ve spent seven months in. You’re teetering on the edge of something, hot and needy and wanting – and as Overhaul’s thumb sweeps over your poor aching clit again, you tilt your hips forward for as much stimulation as you can--

And he pulls his fingers out of you.

The heat fades into nothingness as you let out a noise of disappointment. Overhaul’s head tilts to one side, considering.

“What do you want?” He asks you. “Say it.”

No. You don’t ‘want’. He’s wrong. You keep your mouth pressed tight now that the damning noise has fallen out of it; you have managed to not let the tears trembling in your eyes spill forth. Your gaze meets his, defiant and tired and afraid all at once.

“Alright,” he sighs. “If you’re going to carry on being difficult.”

He does it again; his fingers plunging into you, scissoring you apart, rubbing against your folds with a practised agility now that he’s done it for the first time. He has always been a fast learner; always been observant. His thumb is back on your clit with ceaseless assault, and all over again you feel heat begin to build up; tension that crawls into every crevice of your being and worms its way deep inside you despite how badly you don’t want this.

The hand holding your hip loosens somewhat, allowing you to messily thrust your hips into Overhaul’s stimulation. You’re torn; you shouldn’t want to hump against the gloved fingers stimulating you, you should be wriggling and squirming away. But it feels so good; even with the skin-tight covering of rubbery latex, Overhaul’s fingers seem to find every one of your weak points and exploit them.

There it is again, building up on you; a ball of tension in your stomach being gradually wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Your hips flex against his hand, your fingers clenching and unclenching on the bedsheet--

He denies you the peak of your orgasm for the second time.

And a third.

And a fourth.

“Kai--!” You’re too far gone to even think, after the pleasure has been pulled from you so cruelly, over and over again. The tears spill over your cheeks., rolling down in fat, shaming droplets. Overhaul’s eyes narrow.

“No,” he says, vehement – more emotion in his voice than you’ve heard all day. “You know what to call me.”

You know what he wants you to call him. You know that he wants to leave his old name behind, start again, be someone who can drag the Shie Hassaikai out of the shadows and into light and power once again – and he thinks that the name will help. You gurgle out a sobbing, strangled noise;

“O-Overhaul, please--”

Three fingers are plunged as deep inside of you as they can go, crooked to rub against your sweet spot; as Overhaul murmurs, detached but soft;

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

They thrust into you, his thumb rubbing your clit with firm, certain strokes – and this time, as the orgasm rushes up on you all at once, he doesn’t stop. He fucks you with his fingers through it, his thumb not ceasing the circling. Pleasure washes over you, finally, in great waves and crests. You feel yourself gush on his fingers, soaking him in your wetness (his eyebrows furrow again, at how close your fluid comes to spilling over his bared wrist; but you are too relieved to think about anything other than finally getting what you need).

Your hips flex, gasps falling from your mouth with every thrust of them – and you expect Overhaul to pull his fingers out of you. To stop touching you. Perhaps to strip off his gloves and put on a new pair – you know he always carries spares – and sneer at you as he walks out of the room.

But Overhaul’s fingers do not move from inside of you. The fierce rhythm of his fucking and petting and rubbing does not stop, even as the final aftershocks of your orgasm clench loosely about him and his constant stimulation becomes more of an annoyance than anything else on heated, sensitive skin.

You squirm, trying to push your thighs together to get him to stop touching you – but the hand not fucking you forces your thighs to stay parted with the curl of fingers into supple flesh, leaving you helpless to do anything but let him carry on touching you. Carry on fucking you.

A short, sharp shock of an orgasm rips through you as he swirls his thumb over your clit just so, and you realise that you’re drooling down yourself as well as panting; helpless and sloppy, utterly unable to do anything except lie there and take it until Overhaul decides he’s had enough of touching you.

You come, what? Twice more? Thrice? Until the pulsing of your channel is painful, your skin feeling red raw, your whimpers into the ceiling dry and broken. Only then does he pull his fingers out of you with a lewd pop.

A gush of your fluid that his fingers were stoppering soaks your bedsheets, and you watch, dazed, as Overhaul stands up. He looks down at you for just one moment, that stretches unbearably long in the heat-and-sex soaked atmosphere of the room.

He strips his gloves off of his hands, eyebrows twitching in disgust as he leaves the crumpled latex on your bedside table. He’s sliding on another pair as he speaks;

“Feel better?”

No. No, you don’t. You feel worse. You feel disgusted and violated and aching, your body over-stimulated and exhausted, sweat and drool and bodily fluids clinging to your skin. But if you tell Overhaul that--

“Yes,” you say, voice very soft and small and weak. You cannot see his mouth, but you see the way his eyes flash happily, the overall sensation of him smiling.

Why does Overhaul’s smile make you so scared, when Kai’s smile used to just make you feel warm?

“We’ll need to do it a few more times,” he tells you, as your blood runs to ice in your veins. “Such maladies aren’t cured in a day, after all. But . . .” He turns, rearranging himself carefully, his mask readjusted. You can’t see him as he speaks the next words. “I’d like to try some of the other suggested remedies, too.”

You think of his earlier words.

‘They theorised that the best cure was regular intercourse, male semen, pregnancy and childbirth.’

You’re never going to escape, are you? You’re going to be trapped in this compound until the day you die, and Overhaul is going to think that he’s keeping you safe--

“Take a shower,” he says to you, as he opens the door. It is not a suggestion. “And stop not letting the maids come in here to clean. I’m not having you get sick.”

You think he might be the sick one.

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enchantestuff · 3 years

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cursed crown (1) - pierre gasly

in which sneaking into Pierres kingdom only means one thing

warnings: smut, royalty au so there's that, language maybe?

please please please let me know what you all think

“Are you alright?” you heard Pierre quietly call from the window above you. You had just arrived at his castle and were currently trying to climb up to the kitchen window, admittedly with no help from the prince himself.

“A little bit of help would be nice, Your Highness” you scoffed. Pierre laughed at the title you gave him but obliged nevertheless, leaning out of the window and stretching his arm downwards, waving it in front of your face teasingly. You rolled your eyes as you grabbed hold of it, “I thought I was supposed to be the mean one out of the two of us” you muttered when you finally climbed through the window and planted your feet firmly on the ground. You brushed some dirt away from your coat before finally meeting his beautiful blue eyes.

“Perhaps you're rubbing off on me, my lady,” Pierre grinned. He grabbed hold of your hand and quickly led the two of you out of the grand kitchen, carefully glancing across corridors and hiding behind walls as maids and a variety of guests walked through his pristine palace. You thought you would have been used to sneaking around his home by now, you had been doing it for months after all, but the trek from the kitchen to his bedroom was never an easy one. Even though Pierre had repeatedly confessed to you that this certain day of each month was the quietest, there still seemed to be countless people roaming the halls.

“I do quite hope you haven't acquired only my bad traits, Pierre,” you whispered, quickly glancing behind you as you ran up the stairs and into his bedroom. This was the riskiest part of your journey. The stairs that led up to his bedroom were open for anyone and everyone to see, whether it be from the inside balcony above or from the spacious hall below.

Pierre laughed at your comment, quickly shutting his bedroom door behind him and twisting his body around to face you. He placed his hands on your hips as he led you further into his bedroom. “Are you insinuating that you have any desirable qualities, my love?” he joked, his beloved silly grin quickly making its way onto his face causing your own smile to erupt on your own. These moments with Pierre were the only times you could truly be yourself and they didn't come around too often.

“Well of course, your highness” you smiled, snaking your hands up his arms to rest on his biceps. Pierre jokingly cocked an eyebrow at you, his hands trailing lower down your body, unable to keep them still for a second.

“And why is that?” he pondered, frowning slightly as you pulled away from him to take off your coat and climb onto his freshly made bed, getting comfortable in the silk sheets before peeking at him through your lashes.

“Because you crawl into bed with me every month” you teased. Your eyes trailed across his bedside table, smiling at the familiarity of it. Since the beginning of your late night rendezvous the contents of the table had never changed. There always lay a map of Othain, a journal which he had forbidden you to read and his beloved crown, the one that always lay atop of his head except during these moments with you and of course, when he was sleeping.

You carefully picked the crown up from where it lay and placed it onto your own head. It was much lighter than your own, less jewels scattered around it. It was a breath of fresh air. You didn't feel suffocated wearing it. Didn't feel weighed down by what it symbolized. “Now as your queen, i command you to come over here, for i have been deprived of your touch for far too long”

Pierre chuckled at your words, his steps towards his bed were deliberately slow. He knew how to tease you and from the glare you sent his way, he knew it was working. He crawled onto his bed, positioning himself on top of you and adjusting his crown on your head. “Well then, your majesty, I suspect that I am obliged to prove myself to you?” he jokingly questioned.

“Those are quite possibly the smartest words to leave your lips, my love” you commented. Unable to contain yourself any further, you pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips after weeks apart from one another. Pierre didn't hesitate to kiss you back, but the short lasting kiss was not what you expected and a frown appeared on your face the minute he pulled away. “As much as I love your teasing, Pierre, I would really prefer it if you didn’t indulge in those habits right now.”

He smirked evilly as he trailed one of his hands down your thigh. “Is her majesty upset with my actions?” he pondered, his smirk not once leaving his face as he crawled further down the bed. Kisses were scattered across your thigh and the silent frustrated sigh that left your lips was a good enough answer for Pierre.

“Her majesty thinks she should get what she wants,” you selfishly spoke. You pulled lightly on Pierre's hair, a desperate attempt to get you closer to him again, to remove his lips from your thigh and place them on your own instead. Was that really too much to ask for?

“Well, I personally think she needs to stop being a brat and shut up for once in her life.” Your lips parted to scold him for his language but instead of rude comments, moans of pure delight seemed to leave your lips as Pierre attached his mouth to your core. He knew how to shut you up and for once in your life, you weren't complaining.

You tugged on his hair, pulling him closer into you as your head fell back in pleasure. Pierres crown slipped to fall beside you on the pillow but you paid it no mind as you felt pleasure pass through you like lightning bolts. “Oh Pierre,” you moaned as he lapped at your core similar to a man deprived of a meal. He couldn’t get enough of you.

Pierres fingers dug into your thighs as he moved to suck on your clit. “Shit,” you cursed as you felt the familiar knot begin to build in your stomach. After spending so much time with you and your body, Pierre believed he knew you inside out, which as a result meant he knew exactly when you were going to cum. He felt oh so evil as he brought you to your peak, only to pull away from you at the last second. The frown on your face was enough to make him feel slightly guilty. Only slightly.

“I am going to declare war on you, Pierre Gasly, '' you seethed, completely unsatisfied and now purely annoyed. You hadn’t trekked all the way to his kingdom in the middle of the night just for him to bring you towards the most amazing pleasure imaginable and leave you high and dry at the last moment.

“I'm afraid you don't have the power to do that yet, love” he grinned. He didn't give you any time to come up with a witty reply as he placed a chaste kiss to your lips before undressing himself in front of you.

“Is this your form of apologizing?” because well, it was working, there's just something about a handsome prince undressing before your very eyes that got you going.

“I was planning on making you cum over and over again, love” he spoke, stretching his arm out beside your head in order to place his crown back on your head. You looked so powerful with it on. You always looked powerful, but his own crown laying in your hair brought freshness to you that he didn't know was possible. It made his chest lighten and butterflies erupt in his stomach. It made him feel five again. “But if this is enough im happy to stop here and continue another time.”

You scoffed at him. Keeping one hand on the crown, you trailed your hand down your body, gripping onto your breast, maintaining eye contact with him as you did so, before moving further down your body. You ran your fingers up and down your folds, spreading the wetness gathered there before inserting one inside. “If you cant pleasure me, i guess i'll have to do it myself,” you muttered, knowing deep down that there was nothing Pierre hated more than you pleasuring yourself in front of him. It felt like a betrayal. Like he wasn’t enough.

Your plan succeeded spectacularly, as they always did, and in no time he was positioned on top of you, his tip teasingly brushing against your entrance. He dragged your hand away from your core and held it above your head. His grip was almost death-like and you found yourself relishing in the pain it brought.

“Don't doubt me for a second, love” Pierre grunted in your ear as he tapped his cock against your clit. You bit your lip at the sensation but allowed him to continue with his scolding. You knew there was nothing but love behind his words and so, to no surprise, you got more excited with each word that fell from his lips. “I think you know first hand the kind of pleasure I can bring you.” You gasped at the feeling of him filling you up. After nearly two weeks of not seeing each other, the sensation of him inside you was better than you had remembered. You transferred his crown onto his own head, an indication that whatever power you had over him was now practically non-existent. You were truly at his mercy.

“I'm sure you haven't forgotten the many times i've made you scream, love. I can do it again if your memory has begun to fail you.”

Pierre was always one to live up to his word. His sharp deliberate thrusts made your eyes roll back and several moans escaped your lips. You haven't been with any other man except Pierre and you would never need to. He knew your body more than you did and the delight that he brought you was extraordinary.

The squeezing of your wrist made your eyes snap open. His beautiful eyes were already watching you withering underneath him. A look of pure adoration plastered on his face as his hips continued to move at a rapid pace. “Shit, Pierre”

Pierre shook his head at you, a lopsided grin replacing his usual smirk as he leaned down to kiss your chest. “That's not what i want to hear, love.”

He was playing your own game against you, but you were too full of gratification to care. “P- please, your highness.” A blush crept up your cheeks at the seriousness of your own voice. You were no longer mocking him with his title but moaning it in pure delight.

Pierre cocked his head at you, “Please what, love? Use your words.” Tingles made its way onto your skin from kisses he scattered over your neck, goosebumps trailing in their wake. You didn't even process your words until they were out in the open.

“Fuck me like your life depends on it.”

And he did. His thrusts became unbelievably precise, his free hand roamed your body, circling and squeezing all the right places while his other intertwined with yours. You knew there would be marks left from where he had held on too hard, but you didn't see it as a mark of pain rather than an indication of what had gone on between you two. A reminder for the next long two weeks ahead of you.

The clenching of your walls for the second time that night indicated to Pierre you were close. “Hold on, love” he ushered. Something that was incredibly hard to do when he was pounding into you like an animal and circling your clit like he was under a spell.

“I - i can't,” you sobbed. You wanted so bad to release the knot in your stomach, to catch the orgasm you had been chasing all night.

“I said hold it.” He was in control, that much was clear, but you could only hold on for so long until your body couldn’t take it anymore.

“P - pierre, fuck!”

“That's it, love,” Pierre groaned in your ear, “Hold on for just another moment, such a good girl for me.” Your eyes rolled back and your gripped onto his hand for dear life. “Don't know what id do without you.” Your heart skipped a beat and tears began welling in your eyes. “Look so pretty right now, taking me like the queen you'll soon be.” Your breath increased and a whimper left your lips.

“You can let go now, love.”

Nights with Pierre were often sleepless. You had plenty of time to sleep when you were alone in your bedroom. Two nights each month you spent facing the beautiful prince, talking about utter nonsense until your cheeks hurt from smiling too hard and your eyes drooped from being awake for too long.

“Im being sent somewhere tomorrow,” you whispered into the darkness, playing with his hands as you dared to break the silence around you. You could feel him tense up next to you, obviously assuming the worst and imagining an attack his own kingdom. His own people. “Not you, “ you reassured, your heart fluttering when he immediately relaxed beside you, “Some rebels gathering together behind the mountains, I’ll have to leave early in the morning.”

It hurt you to cut your already short time with Pierre even shorter, but duty called and once your father demands your presence on a mission, you had no choice than show up.

“I hate the fact you have to go out on these stupid battles,” Pierre confided. He hadn’t taken his eyes off you all night, wanting to imprint the image of your face in his mind until the next time he saw you again.

“Well, unlike you, I have to prove myself to everyone.” It was the harsh reality of your world, one that you were reminded of at each public event you attended. You were a woman and for that reason, deemed unworthy of ruling.

“You wouldn’t have to prove yourself to anyone if you ran away with me,” he reminded. Without fail, every time you met up with Pierre, he brought up the idea of running far away to another kingdom, one where the two of you could live like commoners and not have to worry about the state of a kingdom nor dooming battles. It was a daydream that both frightened and enticed you in the best ways possible.

“You really think you can survive without all this luxury?” you pondered, your hands immediately running up and down the silk sheets on top of you as your eyes floated across the numerous jewels and paintings scattered around his room.

“With you next to me?” he asked. His hand came to rest on your jaw, moving your face closer to his own as he spoke his true desires out loud, “Of course.”

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