#its so fucking frustrating and an absolute waste of my fucking time

[queercatboyrights]

nothing in this world makes me feel more physically violent than being forced to take a stupid fucking generals math course

#nebbles talks #i fucking HATE that they force you to take math courses for a fucking ART degree #like i will literally never ever need to calculate fucking APY by hand to make graphic novels #and the worst part of ALL this bullshit is that the homework is on an online website mandated by the school #so literally even if you are one decimal place off your answer is fucking wrong #its SO fucking annoying to be fiven a stupid little message that says 'Oh! this is wrong. do it again' #and then you spend 30 fucking minutes trying to figure out what the fuck you did wrong #and literally the only thing you did wrong was round the decimal to .03 instead of .02 #its so fucking frustrating and an absolute waste of my fucking time #im literally doing all the right work and following the formulas and examples step by step #and bc ONE literally ONE FUCKING DECIMAL OR DIGIT doesn’t fit the computers fucking answer its wrong #like seriously FUCK this class FUCK math and FUCK being forced to take generals #im paying thousands of dollars for a specialized education for my future career in illustration #why the FUCK do i have to pay even more money for classes and skills ill never fucking use in my career #literally fucking livid about this i want to bite someone

[samwisefamgee]

haven't done anything on Sunday for the past two fucking months because a friend has made plans for all of us then canceled them the day of or before every. fucking. time.

#this is great for my social anxiety btw #yes queen give us nothing #give us LESS than nothing by making absolutely sure we dont have plans on sundays specifically so you can tell us to fuck off each sunday #its not giving me the vibe that you dont want us around at all and it DEF isnt compounded by your recent behavior on the #FEW #FUCKING #OCCASIONS #we actually DO hang out #how is it from the dawn of my life to now almost each individual amongst my family and friends has managed to do some shit #that makes me think without a doubt that all the time I spent trying to connect with them was a fool's fuckin errand? #just get out of my life or tell me to get out of yours STOP FUCKING WASTING BOTH OF OUR TIME #how can they even fucking live like this #are all your relationships this shallow? why does every motherfucker in my life have the depth of a teaspoon No One Is Seeking Understandin #we spend YEARS building a relationship and you treat me like we've met like 4 times and kinda hated each other about it. why did you bother #we're friends right? right? you havent been fuckin with me for years now just because you dont care about any of your relationships right?? #TELL ME DIDNT I PUT ALL OF MY EGGS IN THE WRONG! FUCKING! BASKETS! FOR TWO STRAIGHT DECADES #i swear i've only taken the time to befriend people who arent shitheads but i think i fucked up by making that the only standard #maybe that is a waste of time of they're all 'good' people with no drive to build relationships in life #because this isnt a one way street and im getting tired of fighting traffic from your end #anyway this frustration miiiight be coming from more than just the sundays thing if that wasnt evident

[darlingdekarios]

abandon all hope.

RATING: explicit. 18+ only. — LENGTH: 9,131— Raphael x f![warlock]tav [reader]

CONTENT: being a patron is being a sugar daddy/mommy you can't change my mind, set during Act II canon, small amounts of alcohol consumption, toxic behavior/ expressions of possession/ownership, "fluff", SMUT [unprotected p in v], KINK(S) [praise kink, orgasm control, hair pulling, biting, scratching/clawing, blood, breath play, dacryphilia, just a little degredation, size], there's a lot of poetry in here I did my best, Haarlep cameo, the least Raphael could've done for killing an Orthon for him is fuck us ffs, have fun thinking Raphael is bad at sex I'm built different, this got out so out of hand

you had become his absolute favorite - his most precious client and prized treasure. it's become increasingly difficult not to admit that you're truly his forever...and he's ready to hear it.

"In a world of horrors where shadows loom, A tiny creature navigates through certain doom. A little mouse, determination in its eye, Hoping this will not be its last heard lullaby."

It would be a lie to say that very voice didn't send the most delightful of shivers down your spine each time it announced his presence to you - you hung on each syllable like he was speaking a new language you were desperate to understand. Though your back was turned to him as the corners of your lips twitched upward you could feel in your soul - the one that no longer belonged to you - that he knew.

Though you may have been doing your best to feign disinterest and even often annoyance at his dramatics, it was no secret that you found him amusing. Fortunately, he happened to feel rather the same, a creeping mirth building in his chest at this familiar performance you were putting on.

"Just when I was beginning to miss your theatrics."

It was only then he realized just how badly he'd yearned to hear your voice again in the time since it had last swam into his ears. Curiously - but perhaps not at all - he felt his mouth go temporarily dry as his next rehearsed verse fell from his mind momentarily. When his silence lingered you filled it gracefully as you knelt before a bucket of water, scrubbing your arms free of the blood that covered them as you worked off the most uncomfortable parts of your armor.

His stumble did not last forever - his practiced words would not go to waste.

"With the battle fought and her patron's foe slain, She has etched upon her weary soul so very much strain. With a gentleness most sincere, the Patron offers her rest. Her wearied body, soon at peace even in her mind, No longer bound by battles' fierce behest, Their worries, for a moment, left entirely behind.

For the strongest heroes, too, do need a moment's grace, To find their strength renewed in the tenderest embrace."

Though his continued lack of transparency was frustrating, particularly after the stretch of days you'd had at his bidding, you noticed the practice lilt in his words, the methodic delivery of his latest poem.

"Have you been practicing poetry for me again, my Lord?" your tone was filled to the brim with the very amusement you felt, amusement that was growing by the moment at the slight waver in his voice, the subtlest indication that now was one of few times his trademark control had faltered. "I must tell you, it really is quite sweet. I've never inspired such before."

Your pleasantries and a title you so rarely chose for him stirred a feeling oh-so rare and delicious in him, a tingle up his spine that spread a wicked grin across his face. Exhausted, and uncaring of the company at the moment you continued your work on seeking your own comfort, continuing to peel armor away from your figure and toss it to the side.

Maybe you knew the lack of attention would agonize him - maybe that was only just more amusement for you. Annoyingly, he was attempting to bury the desires as he always did around you, finding now that the feelings stirring were beginning to gnaw their way out from the inside.

"You flatter me with honorifics yet ignore my presence."

His words had the slightest bit of edge to them and yet the tone in which they were delivered could be described as little more than a purr. It was a tone you'd discovered was reserved to fall on your ears alone - he never spoke to you this way in company, though you didn't doubt others existed that were fortunate enough to hear it. It was delicious - made more-so by the sharpness to them, the gentle bite that warned his limits were being tested.

The fact you only heard it when you were alone meant you seldom travelled with companions for too long, discarding them when your interests were no longer the central focus. It was lonely, but few wanted to be at your side when they discovered the source of your power, and the moments like this reaffirmed your decision each and every time.

"In a land of shadows shrouded with a curse most horrific, Lies a weary hero, hoping her devil might be more specific. For if she doesn't soon rest, Her weary body will be for the shadows to ingest."

There was no denying the radiance and allure in his laughter - it rang out so beautifully it didn't fit in a place like this, it almost wasn't fair for such a joyous sound to ring out in such a cursed land. Now, you couldn't help yourself - you turned to face him with a light smile pulling at your lips, exhaustion written on your face accentuated by the blood of those you'd slain in his name.

It pulled at his heart, something that seldom occurred - you were truly always a sight like this, in his eyes at least.

"Your skills increase tenfold each time we meet," he complimented, the smile settling on his face matched by the pull of the wrinkles beside his eyes. "You were successful in your latest task."

It was a statement - not a question, the wordless affirmation of his continued faith in your abilities. Still, you could've given him a snarky response - the blood covering your body and armor wasn't enough of a clue for him? In truth, though, you'd began to enjoy the moments where he complimented you - even more the rare moment he actually thanked you.

"As always," your coy tone was the final act to try to hide the giddiness you felt now, as well as the fatigue that was slowly overtaking your body. When was the last time you had eaten? When he left would you simply remove the rest of your armor and do your best to build a fire and lay beside it, or would you simply make do with the cold ground beneath you now?

He could sense it; he knew exactly what was on your mind. In truth, your thoughts were mirrored in his - this was no place for someone of your caliber to rest, especially not when you'd been so very good for him already. He'd heard about your camp, of course, but seeing it for himself - well, it really was quite awful.

A snap of his fingers and once again you were in the House of Hope, the unmistakeable extravagant decor a much better sight than the lands you'd been traveling. Though it was a bathroom where you appeared it was already enough to almost bring tears to your eyes - it smelled delightful, a bath was already drawn with bubbles and filling the room with the warmest steam. Unsurprising was the small table beside it filled with fruits, meats, cheeses and wine that made a fresh rumble sound in your stomach.

"It is so very fortunate your generous patron is willing to reward a valiant effort, would you not agree?"

You huffed a breath through your nose as a smile spread further across your fae, heat rising in cheeks as you returned your gaze to his. "And who said devils are selfish?"

His beautiful laughter filled your ears again, the warmth radiating from the fireplace and the bath nothing compared to that which engulfed you just hearing the sound so entirely for you. His movements were smooth as he made his way to the small table, pouring a glass of wine with ease while his eyes stayed on you the entire time.

"You have undertaken quite the ordeal on my behalf, you deserve a proper display of my abundant appreciation," there was the unmistakable purr of sultriness beneath his tone, his strides predatory as he made his way back to you, eyes running up and down your entire frame again before settling on your eyes. "And a bath, though I do so worship the vision of my dark hero covered in the blood of my enemies."

"You show your appreciation by providing me my power."

"And yet," the pause lingered heavily - if you weren't so keen on enjoying everything he had to offer you there would probably be a quip about holding for drama, but now you only looked up at him with wide doe eyes - eager and expectant and deliciously obedient. "I find myself curiously wanting to provide you with more."

The look that was blooming in his eyes was a peculiar one - one of a fondness. He slipped behind you gracefully, one of his hands reaching to grasp your hip and turn you to face an ornate mirror before his arm fully encircled your waist, drawing you back toward his chest. His hand slipped up your body, avoiding any part that would have been too inappropriate to touch without express permission, to grasp your chin, holding your face gently but firmly as he angled it to look in the ornate mirror before you.

"The longer you have my power reflected in your eyes, the more beautiful you become. Wouldn't you agree? You are radiant."

Now it was impossible to pass off the heat that had risen in you as nothing more than the heat from the bath - with his hand just beneath your chin on your neck and his claws digging ever-so-slightly into your skin, the heat had begin to pool at your core. You were still trying to remain focused, to maintain the aura of strength you almost never allowed to falter…particularly around him. But with him pressed to your back and his eyes devouring you in the mirror like a feral animal with a long-awaited meal, there were certain signs from your body that gave you away.

The elevated heart rate. The blown pupils. The pull of your bottom lip between your teeth.

It didn't take any amount of perception to see the signs that were so plainly there, particularly not for a devil who was eager to look for them.

"As you've pointed out, I'm covered in blood."

"A testament to our combined strength, my pet," you were certain with the intensity with which he was staring into your eyes' reflection in the mirror that he had stopped blinking, finding an unchanging face each time your eyes closed briefly. "Do you mind?"

He was offering you the wine glass to free up his hand or to distract yours - it was impossible to tell, really. Regardless of the intent you reached for it, taking a drink and relishing the familiar fire this particular wine ignited in your throat and belly.

Meanwhile his free hand was lightly trailing over the bow to the back laces of your clothing, giving a subtle tug to seek permission as his eyes continued to burn into yours in the mirror. With a nod the laces fell free under the quick work of his fingers - it was somewhat endearing that you knew he could do this with the snap of his fingers, yet he was choosing to do it himself, to peel you apart with his own hands. What you'd been wearing pooled to the ground and revealed the aftermath of your battle in full, all of the bruises and scratches and burns that had no place there…unless they were given by him or on his word.

His hands found your shoulders first and with a familiar warmth your injuries became another part of your past, his eyes trailing up and down your body to ensure all that remained was evidence of injuries not belonging to you.

"Positively resplendent," his breath was hot on your neck as he angled his face closer to yours, his nose brushing behind your ear softly. "A painting of this image would be so suitable for a portrait of us, wouldn't you agree?"

Bravery - it was a characteristic of yours that he cherished nearly more than any other, one that provided endless entertainment (and often worry, though he was hardly eager to admit that). It was the very trait that sometimes pushed you to do or say the very last thing he expected, and yet you still managed to take him by surprise. Even now in his domain was one of those times, your face unwavering and intention resolute as you spoke.

"Not in this form."

All he'd offer in his momentary shock was a raised eyebrow before these features faded and he transformed to the figure he was meant for, wings stretching behind his back as he got more comfortable. This is how he was meant to look - how the two of you were supposed to appear together, the devil and his toy hero, you and the source of your growing power. It would take blindness not to see the radiance with which you two joined together, and even then it was palpable in the air.

Ignoring the many feelings and tensions that crackled between the two of you when you were together was difficult - and growing more impossible by the day.

"This is suitable for the foyer."

He continued to lean down behind you, swallowing you with his true height so he could press a singular kiss behind your ear before straightening his back, his hand that was still flat against your now fluttering stomach pulling you against him tighter. Your skin burned where his lips had graced it - tingling as though his the action was magic. Your body only continued to respond to him with all of the tell-tale signs: a rising temperature, parted lips, blown pupils, quicker breath.

He so adored that you were trying to maintain control - to maintain an unbothered façade.

"You prefer me this way."

It left his mouth as a statement, but you caught the subtle insecurity at the tail of the sentence, the way his words slightly trailed and his eyes flashed with a truth - and hope? - that was so rarely seen.

Was he afraid of your answer?

"You don't need to wear a mask around me," you were quick to silence his doubt and eager to put out a particular fire that threatened everything around it boiling beneath his surface. Your sincerity and sensitivity was hardly what had initially drawn him to you - he loved that you'd always been willing to tell him your mind without a care to whom you were speaking, even himself included at times. "You would know that I preferred you this way if you spoke to me yourself more often instead of sending your little spy."

Suddenly you understood the meaning of the phrase "devilish grin" in a new light.

"Do I detect jealousy, my dear?" he purred as he leaned down toward you again, his breath tickling the back of your ear and neck and his claws dug into your hip slightly. You tried to ignore the flare of heat within you, unwilling to admit it fully quite yet. "A flicker of envy, so very subtle but clear."

You huffed and rolled your eyes in response to his taunt, annoyed he could think of a rhyme so quickly and a charming one at that, and even more annoyed that it worked. Bards.

"Korilla does not enjoy the same…benefits you do," he continued when you offered nothing in response but the puff of air, a reticent hum vibrating in your chest as you raised the cool glass to your lips to take another drink. Your eyes met his in the mirror again as you realized how long they'd been focusing on his hands, allowing your gaze to stay connected as you continued to drink.

Of course, he was hardly one to leave a silence unfilled for long.

"And what of my own feelings?" he questioned, the twitch in his jaw accentuating the frustration behind his words that he was trying to tame. "So many people you meet these days and you haven't shared with a single one where you get your power…"

It was hard to focus on a conversation like this when his claws were now grazing lower down your thigh, red lines painting your skin the evidence the Cambion's claws had been there. In the mirror you could see how he lovingly soaked in the sight of each new mark - of each new claim of his territory. You'd have far more decorations from him by the time you returned to your own camp.

"What am I supposed to think other than you're ashamed of me?"

"No," the rejection of his insinuation came from your lips faster than any reply you'd given before by far, a fact that ticked his lips into a slight smile. Though the two of you teased anda taunted one another often, you were always well aware of the line before you stepped over it. "They wouldn't understand."

"They don't have to understand…they have to respect. Besides, it's not their soul to be bothered with, and you're hardly the only warlock in your little party."

"But they won't. With the Blade of Frontiers it is different…he had no choice, not really. I did - I could've chosen anything else…anyone else. And I chose you."

"Then you will make them."

You could hear the commanding tone he rarely needed to take with you begin to form in his words, a low grumble rumbling against your chest as he spoke. At this point you knew what little remained of his patience was so close to slipping away completely - but you still couldn't stop yourself from testing those tempestuous waters just a bit more.

After all, he needed you alive just as much as you needed him. Harm too serious coming your way was out of the question, and the proof you could take a bit of pain was in the stories that would be told about you and your adventures for years to come.

"It's just another contract to you. What difference does it make?"

The final impertinent word left your lips as his hand grabbed your chin, applying pressure and encouraging you to face him. He loomed over you in this form - a delicious fact - his skin noticeably hotter against yours as he leaned closer, trapping you between his body and the wall. Flames danced in his eyes, the raging inferno matching the temporary flare of anger he felt ignited in his chest. His grip on your face was resolute, thumb and forefinger grasping so hard your cheeks were squished together.

That would certainly keep you from further insult.

"I am so very fond of you, my impudent little mouse. Can you not see that is so?"

You'd been in many dangerous - increasingly so - situations recently, but the fact this one was one of the most was…invigorating. Invigorating in the same way as when he'd first approached you with a deal, in the way he'd complimented a job well done for the first time, in the way he was overjoyed when you returned from your kidnapping. In truth - because you were not foolish enough to deny what was a plainly writ fact - you were well aware you belonged to him in every aspect of the word. It was fun to test what boundaries a relationship like that presented.

Your heart was thudding against your chest harder and faster by the moment as he continued to regard you, fully aware you couldn't respond to his question through the hold he maintained on your face.

"I will not hear more of your ill-mannered mouth while I am being such a gracious host. You are far from 'just another' anything to me…"

There was a sincerity in his words that shattered any possibility of refute.

"…and I will not tolerate our attachment being hidden any longer."

A threat, or a promise? Both were equally exhilarating in their own way. With the expression on his face - furrowed brows, pinched nose, set jaw, and nostrils flaring with each breath - his feelings toward the situation were written plain on his face. He was done arguing - and you'd be foolish to push it.

"Perhaps I could have a collar fashioned for you that only I can remove."

His hand that still held your waist pulled you closer, a muscular tail winding around your lower legs to hold you against him. One of his legs slotted between your thighs as you pressed to him closer, hands clinging to his upper arms still. His face softened somewhat at the closeness, at the shaky breath that slipped past your lips as your eyes stayed oh-so focused on the way his curved into a wicked grin the more the thought blossomed in his mind.

"One that will burn you should you even try to remove it. Or perhaps better yet, a curse," as he spoke you found yourself drawn closer, entranced by the hardness in his pants that pressed to your waist now, chasing a kiss you weren't certain he'd give. "Or I could use hellfire to brand a symbol of my name beneath your eye - small enough not to ruin your beauty, large enough that everyone who sees you knows that you are mine."

He released his hold on your face only to drop his hand lower, lightly gripping your neck in a silent show of power. He regarded your expression carefully for any sign of distress and only grinned wider when he instead found observed your blown pupils and parted lips, his fingertips soaking in your accelerated pulse beneath them.

The fire in his tone sizzled for a moment, still lingering in each word but not quite as fearsome as even just a moment before. Sweet, almost - if you didn't know any better to see through the charm.

"Swear to me anew," he cooed, his thumb rubbing along the side of your neck as he spoke, eyes gazing at you with an expression that could only be described in adoration. The most temperamental volcano, fury subsided as fast as it'd come. When there was an offer to be presented, he could truly be oh-so-sweet. "An amendment to our existing contract. You are not to hide that we are joined together, or you will face consequences that will last forever."

Did it matter if you even truly had the option to refuse him when all you wanted to do was please him again? The proposition of more appreciation, the promise of his praise. That fact alone was enough to ensure your answer before you'd given it.

You nodded in understanding - specifics beyond what he'd stated weren't needed to convey the weight of his words.

"On one condition."

The bravery again - though your voice was more meek as you rightfully walked the fiery embers before you, navigating what you knew could still erupt again if you pressed too much harder again. To prove your point his eyebrow raised in annoyance, nose threatening to scrunch upward in frustration before you elaborated.

"We seal this contract with a kiss."

An expression that had almost been rage morphed into perplexity before a laugh burst from his chest, your mind lost in the sound and the view of his fangs, thoughts wandering somewhere fittingly sinful for your surroundings.

"And you talk about my theatrics."

Despite his taunting he brought you closer with his iron grip on your waist, the hand holding your neck still sliding up to your cheek as his thumb claw grazed along your bottom lip in passing. He looked at you like a child receiving a new toy, regarded you with an adoration often seen in temples.

And then, though there was still a subtle laugh shaking his chest, he held you reverently as he angled his head toward you. The rest of his expression as he approached would go unnoticed as your eyes slipped shut, holding your breath in anticipation…which he exploited for just a moment longer than was necessary before he finally gave you what you both wanted.

Your lips met like the strike of a match - the spark between flint and stone. It burned like frostbite and was over just as soon as it'd begun, taking your remaining breath with it.

It was a purr that rumbled in his chest as he ran his nose along your jaw that reminded you to breathe, his lips pressing a kiss over a pulse point on your neck pulling a gasp from your lungs as his hand slipped down the other side of your neck. Holding you like an artifact his fangs teased the skin on the spot for a moment as his grip on your waist tightened further, the tips of his claws threatening to break skin.

He withdrew before his composure melted, filling his chest with a deep breath to bring himself to full sense again.

"Come. I'm far from through with you, but you truly do need a bath."

It was…nice, which didn't quite seem wholly appropriate considering who he was and the fact the atmosphere had been threatening and tense only moments before. He sank into the tub first, motioning for you to join him by taking place between his legs. There was a voice in the back of your mind reminding you that all of this was because he wanted something - everything possible from you, and that he knew the best way to reach his goal was to manipulate.

The fact you were aware of it did little to stop you from enjoying it.

He made sure he ate and drank in a silence you didn't know he was capable of as his hands made work cleaning your body, a bath in the House of Hope proving to be a lavish experience as the water remained pristine and hot no matter how long it went on.

*(Though, it certainly could've just been the heat between your bodies sustaining the temperature).

It was the first time you'd truly relaxed since a tadpole had taken residence in your mind, the first moment of bliss in days. When his claws found your scalp and scratched against it lightly as he massaged soap into it he earned a thank you in the form of the sweetest moan that just couldn't be held back by your lips. You felt his cock twitch against your back at the sound, an appreciative hum rumbling in his chest.

"My, my…who knew you could sound so melodic, my dear," his tone was best described as a condescending coo, treasuring the way you melted in his hold and couldn't help yourself from being his to play with. "I want to hear much more of you."

One of his hands slipped from your head down to rest on your stomach as the other went even lower to the top of your thigh, pausing still to wait for your reaction. When you leaned your head back against his shoulder and closed your eyes he took his sign, chasing more of a reaction from you by running a single claw softly up your thigh toward your core. The small gasp that fell from your lips wasn't enough, his disapproval noted with a click of his tongue against his teeth. It was impossible to keep silent when one of his fingers connected to your clit, rubbing a swift circle quickly.

The cry that burst from your chest returned the smile to his face, a low laugh filling your ears again as he leaned forward to kiss your neck. Two of his fingers parted your folds as they slipped downward to your entrance, moans falling freely from your mouth you'd forgotten how to close. Taking advantage of the fact he leaned closer to claim your lips, reaching his free hand to hold the back of your head and ensure you couldn't pull away from him.

A dark possessiveness within him considered slipping his fingers into you to feel how your tight walls would grip him, though he knew it meant you would face the consequences of his claws. He could heal you, after all - but you'd always remember the feeling. He'd refrain on that particular thought…

For now.

Instead, he returned his attention to your clit, fingers circling the sensitive nub as his fingers tangled into your hair. He continued to kiss you past what your lungs could take, your eyes opening to attempt to gain his attention. His own eyes remained closed and he only held your head in a firmer grip - no doubt he knew though he couldn't see - and he continued that way until your vision was just starting to blur and your hole was clenching around nothing. Only then did he release you - releasing you fully by pulling his fingers away too - allowing you to take the breath you needed.

So close to the edge of release only to be pulled back away from it. It was a cruelty that made the first sound that left your lips when your breath returned to be a whimper.

"Please," you could barely get the shaking word through your lips, it could hardly be considered speaking when each letter was filled with a whine. "More."

"Now now, you will learn to take what I give you," he cooed, releasing his hold on your head to run the back of his fingers down the side of your face and neck, lightly pushing your head to the side to press a kiss beneath your ear. "With no questions asked. Won't you? You'll have to show me you can be patient."

You couldn't help the whimper that slipped past your lips again, your body singularly focused on its need for more. Your eyes are wide and desperate as you gazed at him, hands reaching to grasp at his thighs and squeeze. "'s not fair…"

Your ears were filled with his boisterous laugh again before he pressed a gentle kiss to your shoulder, allowing his lips to stay against your skin as he spoke.

"Perhaps not for you, but it's perfectly lovely for me," you realized as he spoke that he was having fun, a giddiness in every word that proved it. Unrehearsed, without anger, without practiced intentions. Him. "Finish up in here at your leisure, then join me in the boudoir."

With a snap of his fingers he was gone and the option to beg for more removed you were alone, left to wonder exactly what awaited you when you did join him. The kind of excitement that matched the feelings of fear and anxiety bubbled in your stomach, making your movements a little clumsy as you navigated your way through one last wash of your body.

The feelings remained as you removed yourself from the water, realizing immediately you'd been left with no towel or robe or clothes to utilize on your walk. Feeling a flare of preemptive embarrassment you found your way to the hall, doing your best to navigate quickly as you muttered to yourself.

You were distracted in your search that you didn't notice Haarlep had stalked up to you from the dark after you'd passed until their voice filled your ears. "My, my, aren't you just delicious," he purred, continuing to walk closer toward you when you froze in your tracks. They circled you like a predator circled prey, like a painter studying their subject - it was enough to make your face burn again. "I wouldn't mind slipping into your image for the occasional rendezvous."

"Haarlep."

Their name left your lips as a gasp and they stopped in front of you with a wicked smile, handsome and proud and no doubt every bit as convincing as their Master, if not more. "So you do know me. How flattering."

You were cornered against a wall with one of their forearms resting next to your head, the other grasping your hip in fingers much gentler than the ones they were mimicking. They leaned closer until your lips were brushing together feather light, the anticipation of a kiss lingering heavy in the air and sending your heart rate skyrocketing again.

"Oh, what fun we will have together…"

Their sinful tongue left their mouth to lick the seam of your lips until they fell open, the muscle slipping into your mouth to kiss you fully and hungrily. As you swallowed their spit you started to feel new levels need, the definition of the word insatiable finally grasped in your mind. One of their knees knocked apart your legs as their hand left your thigh, slipping to examine how wet you were and finding their digits slid through your folds with embarrassing ease.

"Mm…but that will be for another time," there was a sincerity in their words that made them so believable and you were certain they were correct about it. "Tonight, your job is to make him a bit more tolerable for the rest of us. Be a good pet and behave, won't you?"

As they sauntered away in a pace that existed to entice you to follow they threw one last wink over their shoulder, pointing you in the direction of where you were meant to go. In a haze you made your way to your destination, opening the doors to find your Patron sitting on the grand bed with glistening satin sheets, lounging back against the headboard with his arms outstretched, waiting for your arrival. He'd covered himself with an expensive robe, the one he'd deprived you of.

The red of its fine fabric matched his burning aura perfectly.

He observed your clumsy movements as you closed the doors with light amusement until the two of you were once again alone, his eyes appreciating your clean form as you walked to the foot of the bed. With a smile he raised a hand to motion you forward with one finger, his features fittingly illuminated by the hellfires that illuminated the room.

He was beautiful. Enticing. This very room could become an easy prison with no locked door if you allowed your resolve to slip.

"Come," he invited in a delicious tone, using one hand to untie his robe and allow it to fall open. He patted his thigh afterward to further elaborate on his instruction, one you were more than willing to follow. "Crawl to me…show me what an obedient, eager little pup you can be."

You did exactly as he told you to, enjoying the feeling of the soft sheets against your skin as you made your way to him. You climbed into his lap and straddled his waist between your thighs, core hovering over his hard and throbbing cock that you now wanted more than logic should reasonably allow. He felt how wet you were when your thighs made contact with his skin, breathing in deep to take in the scent of your arousal.

"My, my, how very eager you are," he spoke of you as if he was being presented with the meal of a lifetime. It made you feel desired in ways you weren't sure you'd be able to experience with anyone else for the remainder of your life. "I have to wonder, did my naughty toy find you along the way?"

You nodded, the only response you found yourself capable of, grinding down against his waist in a way that allowed his length to slip through your folds and spread your slick. His hands grasped your hips to follow your movements, chest vibrating against yours with a quiet purr as he appreciated your movements.

"Oh, of course they did…sometimes they just can't help it, the sinful thing…"

Both of his hands found their way to your thighs to grab them roughly, not making any effort to be mindful about his claws in places it wouldn't seriously hurt you - something that would become a pattern for the rest of your time together. Under his fingertips he could feel the welts that raised as a result of his scratching, smiling a charming smile as he took in your expression.

Finding you perfectly needy for him he reached one hand to grab your jaw and pull you closer, leaving his face hovering inches from yours. His skin was noticeably hotter against yours now, the undeniable evidence that he was just as effected by your closeness as you were his. His other hand gave your ass a swat to encourage you to raise up on your knees again, licking his lips when he could then reach toward your core and run his fingers through your folds again.

It was easier to feel the arousal he - and Haarlep, now - had earned when you weren't submerged in a tub. His fingers took the distance from your hole to your swollen clit painfully slow, matching the deep inhale he filled his lungs with along the way. Lost in how his hands felt against your body again you hardly noticed his tail wrap around one of your legs to hold you against him tighter, ensuring there was no chance of you climbing off before he'd had his fill.

It was hardly something he needed to do, but the implications of it made the experience all the better for him - and for you too.

"Don't forget to speak to me, my dear," he cooed, no annoyance present in his voice though he was hardly happy he had to remind you as he exercised a bit of patience at your current state. "I simply adore hearing the desperation in your words."

"Please, I need…"

Though he'd requested them your words were cut off as he pulled you against him rougher, pressing his throbbing length up into her core as he does. Your sentence quickly turned into a moan, your hands grabbing at his shoulders so you could cling to him in every sense of the word.

"Do go on."

You hated that his taunting tone sent a shiver down your spine and a hot wave of arousal straight to your core. Your desperation flooded every word that came from your mouth. "I need more," you were begging without having to be asked for it, something he would thank you for at a later time. "Something…a-anything you'll give me."

"Anything I'll give you?"

Was that particular choice of words a mistake? You found you couldn't come to a rational answer as you became lost in the embers of his eyes. You nodded, grinding against him to further your consent and ensure the point was driven home - you wanted him in whatever capacity he'd provide, in any way that would earn you more of his favor.

You hadn't realized your lip was quivering and your eyes were slightly watering out of the desperation but he had, soaking in the sight of you so wanton and lustful for him. It was his favorite look on you by far, and he couldn't resist the opportunity to see how truly indecent he could make you behave.

And all for him.

"Then prove to me you deserve it. Prove to me you're worth the effort from me and then I will prove to you that you are mine."

You only leaned closer to entice him the rest of the distance between you. You reached between your bodies with one hand to grasp his cock and rub it through your folds again, lining it up with your entrance and teasing down onto the tip slightly to test what he'd allow. He raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth to express a thought that disappeared as you began to sink onto him, maintaining the eye contact you knew he loved as you moaned out his name quietly. He forgave you when your eyes fluttered closed to focus on taking his length and girth, your forehead falling down against his shoulder as a heavy breath fell from your lips.

"That's it," he was quick to compliment your efforts to ensure you knew how much he appreciated it, hoping the praise would keep you from giving up. "You can take me. Do not get discouraged…"

Your head nodded as another steady breath left your chest, shifting your hips to find the right angle to take him in. Though his words were honied you knew he was hardly the patient type and to avoid a temper change you pushed yourself onto as much of his length as you could take, finally earning a groan from him that was worth the quick shot of pain that being stretched like this brought. One of his arms reached to wrap around your waist and his other hand found the back of your head, cradling you against his form. His wings soon joined, wrapping both of you in privacy and what felt like the ultimate safety.

Within his wings it would be impossible for anyone who entered to see how well you began to ride him after a long adjustment period, how after several minutes of grinding and shifting and allowing him to pump into you you began to take him perfectly. Though he maintained his hold on your head your lips were finding their way to any place they could reach on his neck, chest, and jaw, eagerly nibbling and licking and sucking - testing if you could mark him like he'd undoubtedly mark you.

He decided you were testing him when you bit into him hard, his surprise announced by a grunt and a squeeze from his hand holding your hip. He gave your hair a tug to pull you upward into a hungry kiss, your moans joining together in the room as your hands grabbed his horns to hold him against you.

This is how he wanted you for him forever.

As your tongues danced your movements slowed, his hands meeting on your upper back to press your chest closer to his. Allowing you a partial breath he pulled away from the kiss to watch your face twist in pleasure as his claws dragged slowly down your back, pressing harder the lower they reached as he experimented with what you'd allow. You were eager to prove exactly what he'd requested - you could take what he would give.

His own head dropped to claim one of your breasts in his mouth, his tongue circling your nipple and flicking the nub several times before he changed his efforts to suck hard enough to bruise, glad he could stay here without a real breath for longer than what you may have previously experienced. He only pulled away to bite a mark into the soft flesh that immediately spilled some blood - as you continued to ride him exactly how you liked you either didn't notice or you didn't mind, either of which were fine by him.

"Very good," he purred, remembering how well you normally responded to his praise. He was thanked by a quiet moan and your walls tightening, fluttering around his length as he struck just the right cord in you. "Should I allow you release before I have my way with you?"

You were nodding before his sentence was fully complete and begging incoherently as your face buried into his neck again, continuing to lavish the skin with kisses. Your thighs began to shake at the mere thought of release, at how it would feel to gush around his length and how he would moan feeling you constrict him.

Whatever words he chose to give you permission were not fully understood, only their intent mattered. Though he wanted to pump into you at his own pace he allowed you to find release in this position yourself, happy it didn't take much longer for your walls to clamp around him and your head to throw back in ecstasy, your screams undoubtedly filling every wall in the house despite the closed door.

He held you down on his length as you spasmed through the high, enjoying the feeling of your body against his and focusing on how you felt held in his arms. He was always going to take what he wanted from you after you'd found this release but the longer he soaked in how small you were against his frame the more his own carnal desire began to take over his thoughts, a feral need building that wouldn't be long ignored.

"You have hold of me like an addiction," he breathed out heavy, shifting his hips beneath you - earning a whimper - wondering how much you'd truly be able to take. "So…unh…tight…"

Before you had fully returned to your senses he was pushing you onto your back, staying inside you with little effort and pinning you down with one hand on your stomach. His other hand rested at the base of your throat with his forearm beside your head, and just as your mind began to fathom how dangerous the position you were in was he kissed you slowly, silencing reason once again.

You could feel how sensitive you were as he pumped his length into you a few times - slowly to test your reaction. He pulled away from the kiss to examine your face, finding it filled with pleasure and overstimulation - traces of pain were there but you gave no indication he needed to stop.

"Do you think you can take what I will give you?"

His lips moved against yours sensually as he spoke, and you opened your mouth to answer for only a sob to be released. Instead you just nodded, hoping it would be enough in the circumstances and looking into his eyes with a pleading expression. He pressed a kiss to your bottom lip and pushed every inch you could take into you roughly, earning another sob that was muffled as he bit into your bottom lip enough to cause it to swell. He pulled away from the action with a wicked grin and savored your expression for a moment longer before this position came to an end.

He pulled out of you slowly, moving to stand next to the bed. In your haze you listened to him give you instructions to get on your knees and elbows, instructions you followed hastily on shaky limbs as he stroked his length watching you obey. When you were finally presenting yourself to him exactly how he wanted he mounted behind you, still grasping his length in one hand as his other reached forward to circle your dripping hole with two fingers.

"Precious. I will try not to break you."

His fingers were gone and replaced with his cock swiftly, his restraint gone as he thrusted in as far as he could, still trying to press further when he reached the end and smiling when the most beautiful cry filled the room from you. He groaned out deep as his hand found your stomach, pressing against it to hold you upward, reaching his other hand to slip the fingers that were coated in your slick into your mouth.

"So small beneath me," he breathed out, leaning forward to press a kiss over one of the red welts he'd created on your back. He engulfed you in this position, you were at his complete mercy - all hope of being anything but his ever again gone. He would never give you up. "On your knees for me. Just where you should be."

He forgot to be somewhat gentle with you as he thrust into you at a feral pace - or perhaps he just didn't care how little you were able to move when he was through. He continued to kiss your neck, shoulders, and back in any place he could reach, his teeth marking your skin anywhere he could manage. His claws were just as helpful in regard to marking you, reaching to scratch at your thighs and back - until he focused his hand's attention on your ass, spanking and scratching and grabbing roughly as proved to give him additional leverage as he pounded into you.

He was already obsessed with the way you took him with moans and cries while ensuring you stayed in the position he'd molded you into, eyes transfixed on how your tight hole took his length. When this whole Absolute ordeal was taken care of at your hands, he'd happily take this sight every day.

"Look at you just taking me," his voice was shaking now, matching your legs once again. His hand left your stomach to squeeze your throat, accentuating the fact that you were truly just taking whatever he would give. "And you do it so well, you sweet thing."

Content with how marked you were for him his hands instead grasped your waist in the gentlest grasp he'd offered yet, not quite matching the ferocity at which he pounded into you. Through blurred vision you were half aware of the familiar figure that slipped into the room through the shadows, the incubus unable to keep away witnessing what was filling the House with the irresistible sounds of flesh smacking against flesh.

You didn't know if Raphael noticed - you didn't care. You doubted a complaint would be heard if you offered one, and they would leave after you'd reached your release and they'd heard your euphoria anyway.

(Though you did momentarily hope that sinful tongue they'd offered earlier could be put to a better use, though you knew your body would be spent by then).

"Give me another," he ordered, feeling how your body was tensing up again at the threat of release, eager to feel you snap again. "And I want to hear it…"

He reached to rub your clit again at a speed that matched his thrusts, eager to feel how tight you'd squeeze him when you came undone, already intoxicated by the way your velvet walls were fluttering around his length. He was taking what he wanted from your body at a roughness that would no doubt leave bruises for you to feel on the road to Baldur's Gate - he certainly wouldn't heal marks that were a gift from him covering your back and neck and causing you to walk with a limp that so clearly displayed you had coupled with him.

He let you fall to the bed fully, only finding he was able to pound into you harder as you laid flat on your stomach. Unwilling to have you pass out he grabbed your hair on the back of your head and pulled hard enough to force it back so you could continue to breathe, leaning his torso over yours until he could twist your head and claim your lips in a rough kiss. He was hungry - feral - fully lost in himself as he chased his own pleasure, releasing all inhibition as he found his release. The only warning it was coming was the sloppiness that overtook his thrusts as the end neared, a growl rumbling in his chest as he pulled away from your lips to instead bite into your shoulder.

His seed was molten as it filled you, overflowing past his length. As his release filled your womb his teeth broke your skin and he tasted your blood as he was lost in his pleasure. He'd crave its flavor that was entirely you just as often as he'd crave claiming your womb now, knowing the mark would show you were his.

He continued to pump into you slowly several more times, holding you still as you squirmed and whimpered from the overstimulation, hearing the shake in your breaths and sweet sounds that proved to him you were crying. When he decided to pull out completely his chest shook with a quiet, dark laugh, finding a comfortable position straddling over your ass. His hands were loving in the way a curator's were with art, running over your scratched and bitten back adoringly for several moments, fingertips tracing the marks that would last the longest. He leaned down to press a kiss to a particularly possessive bite mark before removing his weight from you, rolling you to your side to to check that you were still capable of coherency.

You blinked up at him with glassy eyes, tear-stained cheeks proving he had been right about your tears. He leaned to press a single gentle kiss to your forehead as he pulled the blanket over your weak body. Selfish of a creature as he was, he was still capable of some semblance of aftercare - though that was it, it was enough from someone like him to someone like you.

"Well done, my dear. A wonderful demonstration of your devotion to me."

This praise - this tone. The very reason you'd do anything he asked, become anything he needed you to become. Anything he asked of you in a moment like this you'd provide. Part of you wondered how long it would take for him to exploit that fact.

"Next time you've behaved for me I will have Haarlep join us. They can lick my seed clean from you as I watch how you look beneath me."

(You'd think more on that particular promise later, when your mind was capable of wrapping around anything other than Raphael's finger again).

His new tone was undeniable and impossible to ignore, the reverence steeping every syllable enough to drown in them. Appreciation, worship. It was difficult to decide if being beneath him or hearing this newfound depth of praise was more fulfilling. You nuzzled closer to him still just barely conscious, physically submitting to the exhaustion that overtook every inch of yourself.

You nodded your head lazily in agreement before burrowing your face in his neck, enjoying the familiar scent of cherries, musk and sulphur that had come to mean power and protection to you. If you were lucky those sinful notes would linger in your senses in the coming day.

Though he was far from one to cuddle, he wasn't one to complain when presented with any show of mutual adoration from you, and he allowed his tail to drape across your legs in a subtle concession to your own desires.

Beyond that, he was still, but he was content.

"Rest," you were intoxicated with this voice, one you couldn't help but wonder how few beings had heard it, one free of any performance - honest, soft. "You will need it before you continue your journey. When you wake you'll be in camp with your cohorts, and when you reach the city again you will return to me."

In your last moments of consciousness, you remained his eager little pup.

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[wingedjellyfishflight]

Weighted

You hear the C-140 landing on the airstrip across the base. Hard to miss it when the passengers are all you have on your mind. It's exactly 20 minutes later when you hear the knock on your door like clockwork. Opening it, you take König's hand and lead him to your couch. He slams the door behind him, then flops down, taking up the entire thing. He pulls you into his lap, breathing hard and trembling. Body tense as a coiled spring. Silently, you press into him, straddling his thighs and pinning him in place.

After ten minutes of silence, you begin humming quietly, and his hands reach up to rub your spine. You keep your face pressed into his shoulder so he can't see how flushed you are. His trembling has tamed itself, leaving hard, unyielding muscles pressed against your body in its wake. Minute by minute, you feel those muscles soften against you, allowing you to press yourself tighter against him, speeding up the process.

After thirty more minutes, he pats your back gently, completely relaxed now. You stand and watch him follow suit. He walks to the door with a quiet, "danke" before letting himself out. Tears prick your eyes as you whisper, "bitte" to the closed door.

You see him around base, constantly. A silent hulking figure that most avoid. Watching him leave, yet again, to pick up a local at the bar for a night of fun, has you working out your frustrations in the gym yet again. Every time you help him with his post-mission anxiety attack, you fall for him a little more. But he only sees you as a living weighted blanket. Someone who doesn't judge him and doesn't feel a need to speak while he relaxes under you. Someone who doesn't expect or demand more.

Seeing him come home from the bar just before his next mission, smelling like sex and shirt untucked is the last straw. It's nearly a month later when you hear the C-140 land and, like clockwork, a knock on the door. This time, you don't answer. Not after the second or third set of knocks, either. Not when the knocking turns to the door cracking and then König bursting through, blowing like a winded bull. You don't move from the couch, staring straight ahead.

"Auf gar keinen fall. Tut mir Leid."

(Absolutely not. I'm sorry.)

"B-bitte?"

(P-please?)

"Nö, mein Herz kann das nicht ertragen."

(No, my heart can't endure it.)

His trembling worsens. Just when you think he will turn tail and run, he steps closer. Tipping your chin up to look at him, he stares in your eyes, searching for something. Your eyes dart across his bare face, eyes caressing every inch of skin and savoring every scar there. He suddenly presses a kiss to your lips, startling you into a gasp. Pressing his advantage, he slips his tongue into your mouth, overwhelming you with both its size and agility. When he pulls back, you are surprised to realize that your fingers are clenched in his shirt, nails biting into his skin. Determined not to waste time, he scoops you into his arms and starts for your bedroom. It's only now that you both realize you have an audience. Spinning, he turns away from those at the door, hiding his face.

"Get. The. Fuck. Out." The growl that leaves your mouth shocks those at the door. They are frozen in place. You look the closest man in the eyes. "I will make you pick your guts up off the floor," you say with a cold smile. He gulps and back pedals out the door, shoving others with him. König's eyes dilate, and his face flushes. He moves quickly, laying you on your bed.

"Meine Schönste."

You hear the C-130 land on the airstrip across base. Like clockwork, ten minutes later, you feel a set of arms wrap around your waist. König takes your hand, leading you to the bedroom. Ten minutes later, you are breathing hard and trembling. He lifts his head from between your legs, face flushed.

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[mins-fins]

should've been me.

&&. you're in love with him, that's great! all he's gonna do is use that to his advantage.

pairing: lee donghyuck x m!reader

genre: angst yummy

warnings: um uh.. sexual content??? (like mentions), the stress of friends with benefits, mentions of drinking, this relationship is very unhealthy

word count: 1.3k

notes: stole fwb hyuck from jj im so sorry but hes so………😢 um anyway so yeah he kinda really sucks here but hes so sexy and beautiful and a hashtag #malemanipulator😂 and reader just kinda takes it cause they're pretty pathetic if im being honest 🙏 (im so sorry but its true) (i quite literally wrote this) anyway DONT deal with people who treat you like shit you deserve better than that 🫵 i also wrote this in like 30 minutes at 1 am and river kept pestering me to sleep so thats cool 😆!

you're not exactly sure what your problem is.

you're not exactly sure what donghyuck's problem is either.

maybe the two of you were simply meant for each other, he's a drunk mess in your house and your a sober mess beside him. although compared to him, your better at keeping yourself in check for long enough that it appears your emotionally stable, hyuck is like.. how would you explain it? a ticking time bomb.

renjun calls him that, he's a disaster waiting to happen, even with how much he tries to put on a stupid calm act. yeah, he's smart, much smarter than most people give him credit for, but he is also much more impulsive than he likes to say.

case in point, he's absolutely wasted in your home right now, whining about some stupid thing his seventh fling said or something.

he's absolutely reckless.

the two of you have been a bit.. off for the past few weeks, your very aware that donghyuck is messing with different people, probably trying to get you out of his head after you two yelled at each other like there was no tomorrow.

he just always seems to find his way back to your house, even after all the times you try to turn him away, he always slides his way back into your life, one way or another.

and you always just let him.

you now realize how you seem like a pushover. wow, chenle actually wasn't wrong for once.

your frustrated, he just decides to waltz into your house, after two weeks of ignoring your messages and going around with other people, messing around with other people, staying over at their houses, pretending that you didn't exist, he always thinks he can just get his way.

it's not like you two are dating or anything..

but you hate that it hurts.

"okay— stop screaming" you put your hands up, but donghyuck doesn't stop talking, just lowering the volume of his voice, he just continues talking faster. you close your eyes, taking a deep breath, sometimes you feel more like his mom than his 'friend that's more than a friend but not his partner'.

"donghyuck, you need to— be quiet" you say, you somehow find yourself walking towards him and place your hands onto his shoulders. he has to look up at you to glare at you, and you almost laugh at the fact, you always teased him about it before, but right now he's glaring at you, a look he's shared with you at only certain occasions.

"don't tell me what to do".

"you're in my house!"

"well where else am i supposed to go, y/n? your the one who opened the fucking door anyway!" he retorts, still glaring at you like before. he's not crazy drunk to the point that he's stumbling over his words and talking like a crazy person, but he's also not that sober either.

not like you don't have so many more other people willing to drop down on their knees for you, why don't you just go to any of their houses instead?

that's what you want to say, the words rest on your tongue, itching to escape your lips so you can finally talk about what's been bothering you all this time.

you two aren't dating, you aren't exclusive to each other, your not.. an "item" or whatever, you two just both found something you could use to your advantage, and it's not like there were any rules when it came to you two, you guys had no control over what the other did with other people.

you have no right to be jealous.

so you refrain from saying that, instead biting your tongue and choosing the first thing that comes to your mind. "i didn't let you in, i opened the door, and you stormed into my house, and now you refuse to get out!"

"you're just such a little— bitch".

you'd kiss him if he wasn't being so aggressive at the moment, you can't say that he didn't look absolutely.. well— irresistible in a sense. if you weren't so stubborn, you probably would've pounced on him already.

but you stand your ground.

for once he can't get his way, you'll make sure of it.

"actually, i know what your deal is!" he shouts, accusingly, he walks up to you and points his finger directly in your face. his expression is a mix of pissed off and absolutely smitten, as if he's in love with you and wants to punch you in the face at the same time.

"oh yeah? enlighten me?"

"you're in love with me".

donghyuck leans close to your face when he says it, spitting out the words like they're poisonous, it's like he knows just how much you feel, like he's taking apart the thoughts that have been constantly plaguing your mind one by one.

you laugh, true words, but your not gonna let him know that. you allow your expression to become one of humor, and you raise an eyebrow. "i'm in love with you? please, get over yourself".

donghyuck doesn't falter. "you're just so bothered by the fact that i'm in someone else's bed, that i don't parade around you all the time, you always say you don't mind than get so sad when i'm not giving you a hundred percent attention, you whine like a baby when i'm not here for just a minute".

his tone is a teasing one, he's making fun of you, like he's about to jump at you and destroy all that you love. he wants to see you break, he wants to see you give in, wants to watch as you slowly melt and encapsulate his words, digest them, he wants you to feel every single letter that comes out of his mouth.

it's like he almost finds you funny, in a sense—

but your not that easy to break, so you just let out yet another bitter chuckle. "okay then mr. know it all, why don't you sit down and let me help you sober up?"

"your a coward".

you grit your teeth, he just won't stop fucking talking will he? he just keeps going on and on and on and on, at this point your considering pulling out the duct tape above your cupboard and shutting him up for good, but instead you close your eyes and sigh.

"why is it so hard to say, y/n? are you really that afraid of commitment that the best you can do is friends that occasionally mess around with each other?"

"donghyuck" you drag your teeth against each other. "if you don't shut up i swear to god i'm throwing you out of this house and making you sleep in the freezing cold".

it's an actual threat, not an empty one, donghyuck knows you well enough that he can tell the difference. so, stubbornly, he sits down, arms crossed over his chest.

your not sure why you always end up taking care of him, he didn't ask for you to, he just wanted to stupidly sulk on your couch, attempting to "calm" his mind after he screamed at you, staying silent after he basically read out all your inner most thoughts to you, like he just reached into your mind and pulled out all the things you'd been thinking.

"you always get so talkative when you drink".

you've gotten much used to ignoring how much you hurt when donghyuck yells at you, it's all become a little thing between you two, you argue, you sleep with each other, you forget it the next day, then go exactly back to that.

it's not healthy for either of you, clearly, it's more of destroying you than anything, but you don't even try to negotiate with him, just let him sit there as you contemplate, standing at your kitchen counter.

"i hate you" you mutter, instinctively cracking your knuckles as you say those words.

and yeah— maybe you do say that,

but your always gonna end up right beside him in the end.

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[hopefulstarfire]

Do yall wanna know my actual favorite butterfly effect?

Two people fucking on a mountain indirectly lead to my favorite comic of all time, Under the Red Hood.

Let me explain.

Joseph Hugo married a woman named Sophie Trébuchet in 1797. He was a general in Napoleon's army so they moved around quite a bit. In a letter he would later write to his son, he and his wife had been on a trip on June 24th 1801 to get from one post to the next and he believed this, on the highest peaks of the Vosges Mountains, is where he believed they conceived their son, who would later become the Ocean Man and famed author Victor Hugo.

(Fun fact: Jean Valjeans prisoner number, 24601, is absolutely in reference to his believed conception date)

Victor Hugo grows up and obviously is responsible for many works, such as Les Miserables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame and was never one to shy away from political commentary. Thus, he was exiled from France and sent to living on the Channel Islands. It was here that he wrote a novel titled The Man Who Laughs.

Like many of his works, this one does have different adaptations. One in particular came out in 1928 starring Conrad Veidt as the character Gwynplaine, or the Man Who Laughs.

Fast forward about a little over a decade later in 1940. A comic book writer comes into work to be greeted by two artists he worked with, one who did significantly less work than the others. These three men were Bill Finger, Bob Kane and Jerry Robinson.

Now the details of this meeting are...well, up in the air. Each man had their own account to it, and Bob Kane especially is the most unreliable given that he took credit for literally everything and we went over 70 years without Bill Finger getting any sort of credit to actually creating Batman. But what we do know is that there was a drawing of a playing card and a face for the joker card; and Bill Finger said, "Hey, that looks like Conrad Veidt in the Man Who Laughs."

They pushed further with that angle in making the character, a new villain for their hero; the obvious, Joker.

Some years later we get a little bit of an origin story in 1951, in the comic The Man Behind the Red Hood! (ALSO written by Bill Finger) Some college students are trying to solve this decades old case of a burglar in a red pill helmet that was called the Red Hood and trying to figure out who it was. Teaming up with Batman and Robin, they find out that the Red Hood was in fact Joker's old alias. He used to be a lab worker that was stealing from a playing card company with that alias. He was caught by Batman and threw himself into some chemical waste to escape, thus becoming the Joker.

This origin has stuck around in some form ever since. The moniker was unused for quite a long time after this, but would eventually find a new home in a different character.

See, in the 80s, Batman's second sidekick, Jason Todd, was killed off in a very brutal fashion after a fucking poll that people could call two different numbers to decide if they were going to save him or not. I will get into why I have so many frustrations with everything surrounding this story another day, but the important thing to know here is that the Joker killed Jason while Jason was trying to save his mother.

And for a good period of time there, Jason became a character that you did not bring back to life. Until they did.

A storyline running from 2005 to 2006 came into life, called Under the Hood. In it, Batman has to fight a new foe taking on the mantle of Red Hood, only to discover its Jason Todd, brought back to life from the Lazarus Pit, and taking on the mantle of the man that murdered him to go fucking murder the Joker and take control of crime in Gotham and do what he believes Bruce couldn't, all while dealing with trauma and feeling replaced.

So yeah. We wouldn't have my favorite character or story if it wasn't for Victor Hugo's parents fucking on a mountain and conceiving him there where "The elevated origin seems to have had effects on [Victor Hugo] so that [his] muse is continually sublime". That is a quote from that letter. Victor Hugo's mountain conception where he got a great muse is the reason for the Joker and Red Hood. Thanks for coming to my Ted talk.

#kenz musings #dc #dc comics #red hood #jason todd #batman #bat family #joker #victor hugo

[yes-divine-ruler]

shower sex with tate 😉

Every Inch - Tate Langdon

wc: 1107

"Are you coming?" 

You poked your head around the corner of the door frame to see Tate with his nose in a book, supporting the back of his head with his bicep as he lay cross-legged on the bed. 

"Hm?" He barely even noticed the shower was running, not enough for it to excite him anyway. 

"I said, are you coming to shower?" you step out from behind the doorframe, your arms crossed over your bare chest in amusement. Tate would normally never pass up the opportunity to shower with you, let alone gawk at you naked, but this book had him absolutely enamoured. 

When he didn't respond, you sauntered to the edge of the bed, sitting by his side. 

"Byron?" you ask, as Tate shakes the cover with its torn dust jacket at you, "The Castles of Athlin and Dunbayne," he mutters, flicking the page. 

Beginning to become frustrated, you place your overstretched hand on the tanned pages of the book, Tate finally averting his gaze from the book to your face. He looked irritated at first, until his eyes raked over your bare breasts, and then the book was almost flung across the room. 

"Are we having a shower?" he asks excitedly, rising from the bed and kicking off his shoes. 

"Yes, I asked you like a million times," you exaggerate, watching as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. 

"Fuck yeah," he reaches out to grab a hold of your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he pulls you into his chest. 

"Okay come on, we're wasting water," you giggle as his lips tickle the skin at the crook of your neck. 

"Race ya," he shoots you a cheeky smile, before disappearing into the bathroom, forcing you to follow.

You stand by the hob step of the shower as you admire Tate, his eyes squeezed shut and his hands running through his blonde curls as he soaks under the shower head. Stepping in quietly, you suddenly wrap your arms around his waist, causing him to jump in surprise. 

"Shit! You scared me," his eyes open, and he chuckles, before leaning down and kissing you. 

 “Loofah?” you ask him, holding out your hand so he can fulfil your request. He reaches behind him to retrieve the loofah hung on the cold-water tap, and then hands it to you with his bar of soap. 

“Tate, I told you- I’m not using your soap,” you whine. He pouts at your rejection of his soap bar but puts in back in the soap dish anyway. 

“I’m not getting my hair wet either,” you warn him, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. He liked to fully submerge you under the running water even when you weren’t washing your hair just to annoy you, but today, you weren’t up for any of his mischief. 

“Yes ma’am, I promise,” he placed a hand sincerely on his chest as if he was taking an oath, until they both reached down to rest back on your hips. He watched with his bottom lip between his teeth as you lathered your loofah in body wash and handed it back to him. He enjoyed washing you because it made him feel like he was taking care of you, but it also meant he could fondle your naked, wet body, which happened to feel like heaven to his senses. 

He started at your neck, lathering to your shoulders, and then to your breasts, his tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrated on scrubbing every single square inch of your body.  He paid extra close attention to your chest, his hand that wasn’t using the loofah coming up to give your breast a quick squeeze. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan; his wet hand sliding against your sensitive skin left your head feeling foggy.  

Showering with Tate was never just a shower. He always got so fully immersed in the intricacies of your body that he couldn’t help but press his lips to almost every piece of exposed skin. His kisses had your head falling back to rest on the shower wall, as his fingers and the loofah only descended further down your body. He washed your stomach, your thighs, your legs, and when he’d finally dropped the loofah in a lustful haze, both of his hands continued to explore, until his fingertips found your already throbbing clit. Your hands shot up to grasp onto his shoulders as his chin rested on one of yours. 

His fingers gently slotted between your slick folds, lathering the soap on his hands from one end to the other, finishing on your clit, where he began to rub slow, steady circles. Your back arched to press your dripping chest to his as he lets out a low moan into your shoulder, his teeth leaving a small bite mark in your smooth skin. Nothing turned him on more than pleasuring you. 

“Do you like how my fingers feel?” the mood changed from playful to lustful when he continued his sweet assault on your sensitive bundle of nerves with one hand, his other coming up to knead the tissue of your breast. 

“Oh my god- yes, Tate,” you couldn’t muster out a sentence, as your arousal builds unbearably, overstimulating all of your senses. Tate reads your body language and chooses the right time to slip his fingers from your clit to your entrance. You moan in sync as two of his fingers enter you to the knuckle, stretching out your pulsing walls blissfully as he backs you against the tiled backsplash. 

You lift a leg to hook around his hip as his fingers begin thrusting in and out of you, this thumb resting back against your clit deliciously.  You melt into a mewling mess as Tate expertly curls his fingers inside you, the repeated action forcing you to dig your nails into his shoulders for some kind of leverage. His pace quickens, every vigorous dig into your sweet spot chasing you closer to your undoing. 

“Tate please, I’m cumming,” you felt Tate smile against your skin and plant a gentle kiss on your neck before intense waves of pleasure coursed through your body, your thigh quivering as it tried to stay hooked against Tate’s hip. Coming down from your orgasm, Tate’s fingers abandon you, and you couldn’t help but feel the dreaded longing for them to return. 

But Tate was quick to change the subject, even with his erection, throbbing, and flush against his stomach, he went to grab the shampoo bottle from the ledge. 

“Wash my hair?” he asks with a bright smile. 

#tate langdon fanfic #tate langdon smut #tate ahs #tate langdon #tate langdon x reader #ahs smut #ahs #ahs murder house #evan peters #evan peters fanfic #evan peters imagine #evan peters x reader #evan peters smut #american horror story #2nd person pov #fem!reader #evan peters fanfiction #evan peters requests #ahs fandom

[midnight-vixn]

Satan thirsts, huh? 👀 (Reader is afab)

You're out shopping with Satan, spending some alone time together. It's almost Halloween so the two of you are looking for costumes. You pick up one of those super revealing sexy cat outfits and joke about getting it. But when his face turns red and he makes a snark comment before turning away, you just have to get it.

On the night of the Halloween party you enter the Demon Lord's castle. You're cute little ears and tail match your black bodysuit. And of course a matching collar with a little jingly bell.

Satan is so so afraid to get close to you. He can't have everyone in the room see how red he gets just looking at you, or how his pants strain under his costume.

You walk off to use the bathroom, and as you exit Satan is there waiting for you. He pulls you into a room and locks his lips onto yours. The man is too desperate to speak.

He helps you out of your cute little outfit, but tells you to keep the accessories on. He'll have you bent over a table as he fucks his cock into you, every thrust makes your collar jingle.

He calls you a good kitten as he comes in you, but he needs more and more. He'll cover you in bruises and hickies as he gets rougher.

He definitely tells you to keep the collar, and to wear it next time you two hang out~

How did you manage to hit every mark with this im— this is delicious.

Satan x afab!reader

“What about this?” You turn to face your shopping partner, holding a scarecrow costume. Not really your first choice but the options are slim with Halloween— and Diavolo’s birthday bash— just five days away.

“Surely you can find something better than that.” Satan stifles a laugh, aware of your frustration.

“Okay well my other option is to dress as a clown!” You huff, tossing the costume back on the rack.

“A clown? Don’t waste your money on that, you can just borrow Mammon’s clothes and get the same effect.” Satan scoffs.

You roll your eyes and rummage through the left over costumes one more time. Kicking yourself for waiting so long to find a costume but to be honest you forgot until Asmo had begged to see what you’d be wearing. You’re about to give up when you spot something from the corner of your eye, grabbing the hanger you immediately know what it is and gasp.

“Look!” You turn back to Satan with a goofy grin on your face. “I can be a sexy little kitty cat!”

You expected him to laugh or tell you to go with the clown outfit, you did not expect him to turn bright red and stiffen up. Satan freezes in his spot, his eyes flicker from your face, down to the costume and then back up. His mouth goes dry and his voice catches in his throat, the succubi wearing the costume in the picture gives him a decent idea of what it would look like on you and that’s enough to rile him up.

“I-if that’s what you want…” he finally manages. You were half joking when you showed him the costume but now? There’s no way you were leaving here without it.

The night of the party you take your time getting ready, a little too much time actually and end up arriving after all the brothers. Asmo is the first to find you and squeals in delight, commenting on how absolutely sexy you look in that body suit, and proceeding to show you off to everyone.

Satan spots you from across the ballroom, his face heating up immediately from seeing you in such a revealing outfit, the way the latex hugs every inch of you, the fishnet tights that cover your legs, the collar with the bell that jingles when you laugh, the chest window that shows off a good amount of your breasts, the tail that (thanks to the magic embedded in the costume) moves on its own, the little ears on your head. He’s rock hard instantly and trying his best to avoid conversation with anyone in fear they may notice, you look so much hotter than the succubi in the photo did.

The party is in full swing, you’ve spent most of the time mingling with the brothers and other exchange students, overly proud of how weak you seem to have made them all. Asmo of course is all over you, Mammon and Levi stutter through even the smallest conversations, Beel has that look in his eyes that you’re more than familiar with, Belphie has no shame and has tried to cop a feel of your ass four times now, Solomon also has no shame and has been staring at your chest through the mesh window for the last two hours, Lucifer hovers over you a little more than usual, Diavolo has been much more chatty than normal but the tent in his pants gives you an idea why, Simeon and Barbatos are the most respectful but have a pretty pink blush across their cheeks when they talk to you.

Even with all the attention you’re still upset, you bought this costume specifically to tease Satan and yet he was no where to be found! You ask Asmo to watch your drink so you can head to the restroom, you always forget the hallways are a maze in this place, totally forgetting where the nearest bathroom is you decide to head to the only one you can remember. The hallway is much darker than the ones near the party, you can still hear the music pulsating through the walls of the bathroom but enjoy the privacy otherwise.

You exit the bathroom to head back to the party, passing by an empty room you feel a hand lightly caress your back, you whip around ready to fight the asshole touching you but freeze when you see the guilty party. In front of you stands the Avatar of Wrath but currently with the confidence of the Avatar of Envy, even in the dimly lit hallway you can tell his face is flushed, he tries to speak but only a soft whimper comes out, you can see his hand that touched you is visibly shaking.

“What are you doing back here? And where have you been all night!” Relieved to know it’s just Satan but annoyed at the same time. His eyes scan over you and his mouth opens only to close again, you wait for a response but instead he just looks away bashfully.

“What’s the matter? Cat got your tong—” Cut off by a gruff kiss, his lips colliding with yours. You stumble back slightly from the force, Satan’s hands come up to cup your face, another soft whimper pressed against your lips. It’s obvious what his problem is when you feel his cock press against your thigh, you hum in satisfaction; this is exactly what you had planned on. Your hand slips down to cup his bulge, to your delight Satan whines against you and bucks into your hand.

“Want you…” He practically begs as he continues to kiss your soft lips. “Want you bad…haaa” he bucks forward again trying to gain friction. You squeeze slightly and watch him shiver, you’ve never seen him this needy before and you’re not about to waste it. You let him lead you into the empty room behind you, mouth still locked on yours stealing hungry kisses as he unzips your bodysuit, you pull the suit down around your ankles and start to remove your tights but a hand grabs your wrist.

“Leave them on…” Satan chokes out. His free hand runs across your stomach and up to your chest, he lets go of your wrist and runs his fingers over the fishnet on your thighs. “Ears and collar too.” His voice is soft but you can sense the embarrassment in his tone. You think it’s adorable how turned on he is, you let out a soft giggle and kiss at his jawline.

In one swift motion Satan flips you over, pressing your body on the table below you, ass lined up perfectly with his hips. He grabs your hips and grinds against your ass, choked whimpers leaving him along with short gasps, you grind back against him and he lets out a deep growl. You hear his belt come undone, his pants drop to the ground, his bare chest presses against your back and his rock hard cock rubs against your inner thigh as he slowly ruts against you. You feel one of his hands reach down between your legs, the sound of your tights ripping echos in the dark room as he makes a decent sized hole over your pussy.

Satan grabs your hands and places them near your head, interlocking your fingers with his, he kisses your neck as his cock grazes against your wet folds. “You look so pretty like this.” He whispers before lining his cock up with your entrance, you feel his tip push in and let out a satisfied moan; that’s your mistake.

Hearing you moan for his cock sends Satan into a fury. His hips snap forward filling you instantly, his typical soft foreplay long forgotten as he starts fucking into you like an animal. The sound of the table below you creaking and scraping against the marble floor is drowned out by your moans and Satan’s words of praise, the sound of skin slapping together starts to echo off the walls and you know that if anyone walks past that door they’ll hear you screaming Satan’s name as his balls slap against your clit.

“So pretty…look so beautiful…p-perfect little kitten” Satan mewls as he fucks into you harder, the bell on your collar jingling even louder with each harsh thrust. You can barely form words at this point “yes, fuck yes!” and “Right there, oh yeah right there fuck, Satan!” are about all you can manage to get out between moans; although you did say something that sent Satan into overdrive.

“Just for you— aaahhhh…this pussy is just for you!”

“Damn right kitten!” Satan latches onto your neck and buries himself further into you. He manages to graze your sweet spot just the right way and sends you over the edge, you clench around his cock as you cum and he follows your lead, he chants your name over and over as he pumps you full of cum. You have a brief moment to catch your breath before he starts rutting into you again, the two of you fucking like animals for another two rounds, each one even louder and raunchier than the last.

The two of you finally get dressed and decide to rejoin the party before someone comes looking for you. Satan tells you to go ahead and he’ll join later so it won’t look too suspicious, he didn’t take into account all the hickeys on your neck along with the bruises that were starting to form on your ass. You find Asmo and try to act nonchalant about your half hour bathroom trip, but of course you can’t fool the Avatar of fucking Lust and of course he has a smart ass comment to make.

“I see you ran into the local pussy lover while you were gone~” He teases, while handing your drink back. Asmo gives you a wink as he adjusts your collar so it covers up a massive hickey on your throat. You groan and roll your eyes, you can feel the heat in your cheeks but smirk as you remember the scratches you left all over Satan’s back and chest.

“Yeah, well, he learned pretty quick that this kitty has claws.”

#obey me smut #midnight thirsts #obey me #obey me satan x reader #obey me satan smut

[unnoticed-poison]

Dark! Manhwa Various X Reader

~Chapter 2~

'Fuck' you thought as you turned around to face the system, who looks rather annoyed since you tossed it aside like it was trash.

"What do you want, I already told you I don't want to be part of your goddamn 'mission'." You grumbled as you sat on the sofa and leaned against the backrest, waiting for the inevitable torture to commence.

The system looked quite amused as its mouth curved upwards in an almost cruel grin. "Ah, I understand your frustration host, my apologies, but I'm afraid it's already too late for that. You see, we're already bounded."

"Bound?" you repeated confusedly, having absolutely no idea what this stupid robot was talking about. "How did you even-"

"Oh don't worry it's all under control!"

You rolled your eyes. "Right." You muttered to yourself as you stood up. "Look, I'm tired of this game, so if you can just go away and stop wasting my time that will be great." you grumbled as you stretched. "There must be a way to sever this bound, right? So hurry up and tell me so I can just go back to writing my story." you finished, looking at the screen with a bored expression.

"Now now, that's no way to talk to your future companion ~" Xian said in a teasing manner while leaning closer towards you. "but to answer your question, yes there's indeed a way to sever the bond between us!"

"Then please do so." you said impatiently as you crossed your arms and looked up at the ceiling. "I don't have all day here, I need to post the next update tonight." you added, the last sentence was accompanied by a sigh.

"Well, there are currently two possible ways." Xian began. "First option, you go with me to at least five worlds and make sure the stories go smoothly, then you can return home."

You rolled your eyes again, getting tired of listening to the same boring monologue again and again. "No thanks, I'm not doing any of that." you simply stated. "I'm happy where I am and I'm not leaving my home. what's the second option?"

Xian seemed hesitant to reply for a moment, as though trying to think of the best way to say it before leaning forward as if revealing a very important secret to you. "The second option is rather simple actually....you die." it finished, its voice laced with malice, it stepped back as it awaited your reaction.

You didn't know what to feel or what to say in shock.

"WHAT?!"

"I know this may be-"

"You're kidding. right? there's no fucking way!" you shouted in disbelief, although the sinking feeling in your stomach showed otherwise.

"I'm afraid not my dear host, and believe me when I say it's very painful...but unfortunately that's the way of our work."

"Now, I won't force you to do anything you don't want, the choice is yours."

"Go with me or die," it said softly as it waited for your answer.

You took a deep breath and rubbed your forehead, trying to calm yourself down so you can think rationally.

A few minutes passed by and the system was still waiting patiently for your decision.

"So what will it be host?"

It took you a moment before you found your voice to speak. "Fine, I agree. Just give me the details." you finally said, defeated.

What other choice did you have?

The system smiled happily. "Excellent choice! now come along please, we have a lot to unpack!"

You sighed as you stared at your chair, wanting to grab it and smash it on that damn robot.

The system seemed to notice this, as it looked back at you apologetically and tried to cheer you up, it didn't want to act that way but you left it no choice. "No need to be so grumpy host, this is a great opportunity! I get a promotion and become a higher ranking system and you meet your favourite fictional characters and get back home safely after finishing the missions, it's a win-win!"

Well, it is true, but you'll rather jump out the window than admit it out loud.

"So what now?"

"Right, right!" the system said as a bigger screen suddenly popped up on the wall next to you, displaying more than thirty manhwas and novels. "Those are all the available worlds that have a 95% chance of having the virus, to make things easier for you I've put the ones that you've read throughout the past few months in your list of top choices which are all in the first three pages, the rest are in the other pages." it pointed at the middle of the first page." may I recommend this one host."it said as it moved down and selected the novel, a small flash of green light appeared for a second before it disappeared, leaving you staring at a book with a beautiful, detailed cover, which was floating midair in front of you.

You pushed the system out of the way as you stared at the world it chose and read the title.

"Heaven Official's blessing huh.."

You muttered as you grabbed the book before opening it and starting to skim through the pages.

"Yup, I'm sure you've read this one before!"

"Well, I heard about it from a friend of mine so I gave it a go, but when that mc kept insulting that poor girl even in her death I couldn't force myself to keep reading it because it pissed me off." you shrugged as you closed the book. "But I do know what happens in that novel since my friend wouldn't shut up about it," you said as you rolled your eyes at the memory. That girl was obsessed with this story for MONTHS.

"Great! So you'll have no problem going there! we have to-"

"Hold on, I have a question." you interrupted with a raised eyebrow. "Can I at least go to a small non-important world first? You know, like a tutorial to get some experience before doing the real thing?"

"We do have those for first-time hoppers but we don't have time for that, the higher-ups want us to start as soon as possible so we have to skip it unfortunately. But that's okay though, I'm sure you'll do just fine!"

"Fine, whatever," you glanced back at the book in your hands and scowled. "I'll just say it here and now that if this man gives one, just ONE insult about my appearance I'll make the virus's job easier by killing him and the rest of the goddamn characters."

"Why? Do you dislike the main character that much?"

"Why? Don't you have that world information, he may look innocent but he roasts the shit out of anyone who isn't attractive in his eyes, look at what he said about that poor girl, and she's pretty as fuck. Imagine what he'll say about me." you said as you throw the book across the room. "I'll be damned if I let a fictional character insult me like that!"

"And besides, Why the fuck would you think a cultivation world is the best choice for my first mission? do you want me to fail or what? I thought you were supposed to guide me, not hinder me."

The system shrugged. "Fine then, I'll just choose another one." it said as it moved to pick something else.

Oh hell no "Stop right there! I'm gonna pick this time, I'm the one who's gonna suffer, not you. So I get the right to choose."

Xian sighed and stepped back. "Do as you wish." it said as you walked past it and looked at your options, skimming through the pages until one caught your eyes.

"I choose....."

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Hi guys!

This chapter was originally planned to be posted last week but I had to wait for an invitation to post this story on AO3 so I had to postpone it to today.

Hope you liked it guys!! <3

Anywho, exams are starting this week (right after my birthday ��⁠‿⁠ಥ). So until I finish them, if you guys have any manhwa or novel you want as the first mission, feel free to leave me comments and suggestions.

Just to clearfy I haven't read nor watched heaven officials blessing, I know that Xie lian insulted Xiao ying in his head but I did hear that he insulted yin yu in his face sooo.

Thank god for TikTok.

Like how is she ugly I don't see it (⁠ʘ⁠ᴗ⁠ʘ⁠✿⁠)

Oh yeah I might post next chapters just on AO3 and Wattpad in the future so I posted the links on my tumblr, just letting you know.

I hope you all have a fantastic day, until next time! 💜 (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)

@yandere-city @cassanderasblog

#fic #yandere manhwa #yandere manhwa x reader #fanfiction #manhwa #yanderefic #yandere x reader #trash of the count's family #beware of the villainess #blablabla #dark fic

[waters-and-the-wilde]

fuck it okay i am once again thinking about Jet teaching Nureyev how to cook

it starts with Juno trying to teach Nureyev how to cook, because Juno can cook and Nureyev realizes he's never had the chance to learn how and wants to make a go of it. it Goes Poorly not because Nureyev is a disgrace who sets the kitchen on fire, but because between the way he is as a person and the way Juno is as a person, it's an extremely frustrating experience. Juno Can Cook but that doesn't mean he Can Teach, there are a lot of concepts that he can just take for granted because of like growing up In A House and knowing What Appliances Do. he knows how to throw together some decent meals but not how to Explain The Process and Demonstrate How It Works, 'i dunno it just does okay??'

It's a whole 'can they assemble ikea furniture together' type thing, every time they try Juno gets impatient and Nureyev gets defensive and they wind up bickering and having to troubleshoot their communication again later that evening. maybe they manage to get through making what they set out to do but Nureyev doesn't actually feel like he retained any of the knowledge to be able to do it again next time, and neither of them really enjoy the experience which is a bummer for them both in its own right.

but Nureyev as a guy who can do anything he sets his mind to is like 'nonetheless i must learn to make a breakfast for my lady love for the days when he can't get out of bed.' and he starts watching Jet, who fields most of the family dinner type meals and has a sourdough starter and ferments things. he could ask Jet if he wants help, but it's hard enough trying to learn new things and make mistakes and be bad at things in front of Juno and he's feeling discouraged enough that he does not want to deal with Jet thinking he's just ingratiating and underfoot, or bluntly picking apart everything he's doing wrong, he might actually cry okay? he's already anxious enough about Wasting Food or Causing A Fire or Damaging The Cooking Implements. but if Jet says he wants help that's fine because Nureyev is more than happy to Be Available and in the meantime he'll do his best to absorb things by proximity

Jet does not know why Ransom is hovering in the kitchen watching him cook, but if he cared to know, he would ask point blank. and if Ransom does not want to be voluntold to help with dinner, he would not hover in the kitchen. Nureyev's nefarious scheme is working, insofar as Jet does not respond to hints but he does do what he wants and he wants help with cooking dinner. Nureyev is now in a position to Ask Questions, and the brilliant thing about working with Jet is that Nureyev can in fact Ask A Stupid Question and Get A Stupid Answer concise and matter-of-fact face-value response to something that might otherwise be considered obvious. and if Jet is being facetious, he's doing a damn good job at not showing it (and also he tends to save that up for Juno)

it is still a frustrating experience because Cooking Is Very Difficult and Nureyey is Trying Very Hard and getting distracted and flustered and making just the worst jokes around someone who does not think he is even a little bit funny and is not about to bother to pretend otherwise. and there is absolutely no one better for this right now. because The Thing Is. that Jet Gets It. because he had to claw his way into 'repetition and focus; control over every part' years ago. because it is abundantly clear to him that he is not teaching Ransom How To Cook, but How To Learn New Things When Not Under Extreme Duress. because Jet Has Opinions about Contriving Surprise Factors In The Learning Process and the moment Nureyev indicates that was how he was taught, his immediate response is 'then whoever taught you that that was very irresponsible and should not have done so'

(Nureyev gets very quiet and spacey for the rest of the day and eventually Juno storms into the garage spoiling for a fight, all 'what the hell did you say to him I haven't even been able to find him for the last three hours' and Jet very gravely relays the conversation and 'it was not my intention to upset him but unless he is able to communicate why he is upset, I am in no position to address it' but Juno's just still staring at him and then he sits down and then he starts getting the big sad-eye and then he's like 'never mind Big Guy. hey completely unrelated but can I um. give you a hug?')

#the penumbra podcast #tpp #peter nureyev #jet sikuliaq #i love my gay space crimes family #it's about the adhd solidarity fistbump

[sidney-latrobe]

I am not the girl

Summary: You have a bad habit, and its name is Xavier.

Word Count: 692

Warning: kinda depressing, smut if you squint, toxic relationship vibes, short, midnight thoughts

I am not the girl

His hands on my waist, calloused fingertips from excessive painting roughly pushing my shirt up, his mouth against my neck, thin lips kissing and sucking at the skin, his warm breath fans against the wet pools where his tongue darted between his lips and when he breathes against them, it feels cold and electric like jumping into cold water. I chuckle as his fingers fumble with the buttons on my blouse. I suppose I could have dressed more simply. Despite his skill with his brushes and fingers, buttons appear to bother him, especially when his mind is otherwise occupied. Xavier growls in despair and pulls his lips away from my bruised neck to concentrate on my clothes. I bite my lower lip as I watch Xavier, shirtless, his chest glistening with sweat, struggle to free me from my garment, and when I chuckle again, he jerks at the white fabric until it rips and buttons fly across the room.

            “No bra,” hums Xavier, pleased, and lets his eyes roam over my exposed chest.

            “I didn’t want you to get frustrated again,” I grin.

            “I think you got excited sneaking to my room half-naked,” smirks Xavier before he connects our lips. I savour the taste of his mint toothpaste, the softness of his long hair, and the way he pushes his nose against mine to instruct me to move my head and give him better access. “You’re such a good kisser,” he praises and kisses me again. “And your lips are so fucking soft.”

            “It’s Vaseline.”

            “It’s heaven.”

             My heart swells, and I hate myself. No matter how many sweet nothings Xavier whispers in my ear when he is buried deep inside me or pulls me against his chest underneath the covers, they will always just be that; sweet little nothings.  

            Xavier wastes no time to free me of the rest of my clothing without ruining anything else, but I don’t care. He could tear my jeans and socks and underwear into shreds and burn them for all I care. I suppose there really isn’t anything I won’t forgive him. I moan and throw my head back, and Xavier smirks before he increases the strength of his grip on my thighs, pushing his shoulders between my trembling legs to keep them from collapsing and closing. If he thinks my lips are heaven, his tongue is hell.

            “Is it okay if we —”

            “Yes.”

            “You don’t even know what I was going to ask.”

            “You sent me a text saying, “U up?” at 2 in the morning. I think we both knew how this was going to end. Can we skip the part where you pretend to have feelings for me and just have sex?” Xavier furrows his brows, and I sigh. “Look, if you’re not into this anymore, I can just go.”

            “No,” said Xavier too quickly, and I scold myself for the hope that somersaults in my stomach. “I don’t want you to go.”

            I don’t want to go either. I want to stay here, with you, in your arms, but I don’t say these things to him. I did once (maybe a couple of times), but Xavier always said the same things: “We’re just friends that fuck sometimes”, “You’ll feel different in the morning”, and “I don’t see you that way.”

            “I’m here,” I tell him and look at the long-memorized pattern of the few freckles across his nose and cheeks. “I’m not going anywhere.”

            I'll be stuck with him forever; I'll respond to his text in the middle of the night within minutes, but he can't even be bothered to answer when I call his name across the Quad. I'll always spread my legs and welcome his wicked tongue because I enjoy it. But I dread waking up before him in the morning because when I do, I see the person I absolutely despise because I fell for them, and I leave to save him the moment of realization when the spell of lust is broken, and he wants to kick me out of his room in the kindest way imaginable. It’s pathetic. And so am I.

#xavier x reader #xavier thorpe #wednesday #xavier x y/n #wednesday addams

[kindnessisweakness2]

3

Sitting on one of the bar stools in the clubhouse, a bag of ice resting on her hand, Emily was crimson red with embarrassment. "I'm Sorry, this is not how i expected things to go. I seriously just wanted to sign the paperwork and go." Jax smiled at her panicked expression. "Its fine Darlin'. Its his own fault for not getting the hint." Tig chose that moment to pipe up. "Did you mean it tho? About fucking every man that dont have an old lady. Cuz if you did, I'm first yeah?" Emily started to laugh and immediately Jax knew he loved the sound. "Sure, Why not!" She was glad no one was pissed at her for causing trouble. "Ignore him, he's a pervert." Jax rolled his eyes as Tig glared at him, but before anyone else could say anything the clubhouse door was slammed open. Emily watched as a young blonde woman with hardly any clothes came storming in. "Im guessing your Emily?" She questioned with all the attitude she could muster. Not even moving from the bar stool, Emily nodded at the girl. She was completely confused. She'd never laid eyes on this woman before and there was clearly an issue. "You've just broke my old mans nose! How fucking dare you!" The woman screeched. Emily's eyes widened in shock, but laughter came tumbling out of her mouth before she could stop it. "Oh my god. Your the whore with the lace panties!" Turning to Jax, Emily raised both hands up and giggled. "Mystery Solved!" Turning back to the very angry blonde. "Hate to break it to you sweetie, but if your expecting prince charming you are sorely sorely mistaken. Dont expect good sex, he's shit in bed. But im guessing since your already so uptight and moody you already know that. Also You'll have to have his dinner on the table when he's home, he wont eat it but he wants it there, even just to throw it away. Dont expect gifts on your birthday or even your anniversary. Oh and Dates? No youll never get them, unless you pay the bill. 6 years i was with thats asshole and hes never brought me so much as a drink!" Emily laughed again at the shock on the womans face. "And just so you know. That amazing bike he no doubt rode you around on? I paid for it sweetie!" Emily picked her drink up from the bar and took a sip. "So good luck, your welcome to the absolute waste of a man." The woman was clearly lost for words as she stomped back out of the clubhouse without another word or a backwards glance. "Was that mean?" She asked Jax and Tig. Jax shook his head. "No, i dont think so." He smirked at her. And even in her angry scorned state she couldnt help but think how fucking sexy he was.

"JAX!" The man she now knew was called Chibs, shouted. His voice echoed through the clubhouse. Worriedly all three of them made their way outside, just in time to see a police car drive in and David Hale exit. Jax groaned in frustration. Fuck. This was the last thing the club needed. Expecially since they have 6 oil barrells in the garage, each full of a dozen unassembled AK-47'S. Stepping in front of Jax, she pulled her hair out of her messy bun, took off her button up and shifted her breasts in her bra to extenuate her cleavage."Leave it with me." She hissed at him and made her way over to the deputy swaying her hips a little more than necessary, Gemma quickly following behind her. "Hey David, Hows it going?" She spoke softly leaning against the police car. "Hey Emily. Had a call about a fight. Just came to check it out." He eye'd the club who were stood watching the scene unfold. "Yeah sorry that was my fault." Raising her bruised knuckles and pouting. "Bit of a domestic, but everything's fine now. Noah's at St Thomas if you want to take a statement. I punched him, broke his nose i think. I accept all charges. This isnt anything to do with SAMCRO. Its me you need to talk to." David looked to Gemma, "That true?" He questioned. Gemma raised her eyebrows. "You heard her." The look of frustration on David's Face made Emily want to laugh but she held it back. "Do you need a ride home? I dont think you should stay here with them. There not good people Emily." A Scowl settled on her face at his comment. "I can look after myself, Thank you David. Think Jax might take me home, ill take a harley over a cop car anyday." David went bright red at the comment. Clearing his throat, he nodded and got in his car. She blew him a kiss and a wave as he drove out of Teller Morrow. Gemma eyed the young girl as she put her bright hair back up in a messy bun. She was trouble alright. "What the fuck was that?" Gemma questioned as the rest of the club made their way over. "What? i had to help since i caused the trouble. You want him looking for an excuse to search the clubhouse. Do you think im completely stupid to the shit you guys do? David Hale has had a thing for me since the day i moved to Charming. I was using what i know to get him to fuck off. It worked didnt it?" Emily Snapped. It had been a long day and so much shit has happened she didnt have the mental capacity for another argument. "Listen Mamma Bear can i just sign this fucking paperwork? I've been here almost all day." Gemma couldnt help the smirk that settled on her face.

She liked this girl.

#jax teller x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #jax teller imagine #jax teller x oc #sons of anarchy imagine #sons of anarchy fanfiction

[spiderrrling]

Something's Gotta Give - Eddie Munson x Reader

Request - Can we have an Eddie X reader bowling date and reader wins him a bear in the arcade after he tries to win her one?

Summary - You win your best friend Eddie a bear in the arcade after your bowling match, turns out this wasn't the first time it had happened

Warnings - Mutual pining, idiots being in love, slightly rushed writing

Word Count - 3.1k (yes i know i need to get myself together)

A/N - I changed this slightly but the main part of it is still in there!!

Masterlist - Taglist - Requests are open

“Fucking god damnit!” Edde exclaimed in frustration, hitting his hand against the colourful arcade game which in stark contrast was playing a happy go lucky tune from half work out speakers. “Language!” You scolded half heartedly.

He was on his fourth? Maybe fifth? Attempt. You had honestly lost count at this point, seeing your best friend wasting whatever money he had trying to win you a cheap stuffed animal was immensely entertaining to you. After you had lost two bowling games to him, he had offered to win you a consolation prize.

“No luck there pretty boy?” The nickname rolled off your tongue as if it was nothing, as if it meant nothing. You and Eddie had been friends since before you could remember. He lived just a couple of trailers over from you, about your age and as kids you both really liked dragons.

Which had been enough for tiny Eddie Munson to propose marriage to you. And while you had declined for his hand in marriage, he gladly accepted your promise to be best friends for life.

A promise he was holding you to, still to this day, years later.

You had seen each other grow up, he had given you your first big fantasy book, and you had taught him to ride a bike. And while both of you had changed quite a bit from the dough faced children you used to be. You knew that deep down Eddie was still that same little kid that would let you sleep over whenever you came knocking at his window during thunderstorms.

And there he was, ready to fist fight a colourful arcade game.

Eddie rolled his eyes at you and stepped to the side. “Well would you like a go sweetheart?”

“It would be my absolute pleasure to win you a stuffed animal.” You took the spot in front of the arcade game. Slotting a silver quarter into the machine and watching it whir to life with flashing lights and music.

Your eyes focused on the game before you, convinced that there was a science and strategy to this rigged arcade game.

Your fingers expertly danced across the controls in front of you, moving the crane into the perfect position.

Eddie was watching you intently from the sideline. You always had the same face when you concentrated, the same creases appearing across your forehead and the same captivating look in your eyes. Making it absolutely impossible for Eddie to pull his eyes off you.

You were so captivating to him when you got like this he could have watched you for hours.

You hit the release button to lower the claw, holding your breath as you waited your hopefully impending success. The claw closed around the bear you were aiming for and retracted successfully.

You cheered and jumped up and down, basking in your success before retrieving the bear and dramatically handing it over to Eddie. “Your prize sweetheart.” You laughed and echoed the nickname from earlier.

Eddie only rolled his eyes at you again and slung his arm around your shoulders, pulling you in for a hug.

“What will you name your new friend?” You asked as he pulled away and grabbed the bear from your fingers.

You would be the first to admit that he looked a little out of place, dressed in his normal metal head attire, battle vest and all, standing in the middle of a colourful busy arcade holding a stuffed bear with an embroidered heart on its chest.

But you also couldn’t help but feel that persistent little twinge in your heart, which refused to go away regardless of how much you tried to push it down and away. All it would take was one look, one touch, one smile and it was back. Tugging at your fragile heart strings and threatening to send you spiraling.

“Oh I’m naming it after you, obviously.”

“Really?”

“Yeah I think Y/N Munson has a ring to it, dontcha think?” Your eyes immediately darted to the floor in a foolish attempt of trying to hide your blush.

“Are you trying to replace me with a stuffed animal?”

“Well yeah, the bear doesn’t have nearly as much attitude as you do.”

“But it lacks my brilliance and humour.” You quipped back and forth with him, it was so natural, like breathing. “But I suppose she might be able to withstand what you call music.”

“C’mon lets get out of here it’s getting late.” Eddie grabbed for your hand, like he had done a million times before, but this time he laced his fingers with you, dragging you along to the exit.

“Well you’re not fun, it's just past ten.” You pouted at him and playfully swung your hands where they were hanging between you.

“Well, we both have classes tomorrow and I don’t know about you but I am planning on graduating, can’t stay here if you leave.”

“You plan on following me, Munson?”

“Gotta make sure you stay out of trouble.” You had reached his car and he let go of your hand, letting you get into the van.

Truth was that he would follow you to the ends of the world, anywhere you went he was bound to follow you. There wasn’t a chance in hell he was ever going to let you go.

“Seriously Eds, I know you claim that this is music, but I think we might need to upgrade your collection a bit.” Your voice immediately snapped him out of his thoughts and back to reality. You were sitting next to him rummaging through the shoe box of cassette tapes collected in an old shoe box on the floor. “And this, this is exactly why I am planning on replacing you.”

Eddie placed the stuffed bear on the consome of the car to underline his point

“You wouldn’t dare, take me home?”

A couple of days passed with their painful normality of day to day life, days melting and bleeding into each other. Your homework was strewn about the coffee table and you were sitting on the floor, chewing on the end of your pencil trying to figure out differentiation with the sound of the TV humming quietly in the background.

Your mom was working late, like she was most nights. Leaving you with your half eaten and now cold microwave dinner, and the solemn company of your textbooks.

You had been too focused in your studies to notice that the soft patting of rain against the windows of the living room had turned into heavy rain drops splashing against the ground.

While you were still mostly over your fear of thunderstorms, there were still little remnants of it left that resurfaced, especially when you were alone like this.

Eddie heard the door to the trailer open and slam shut, he heard you kicking off your shoes and he smiled. As if right on cue. After the start of the rain storm he knew it was probably only a matter of time before you showed up.

Without saying a word you stormed into his room, and climbed into his lap where he was sitting on his bed, wrapping your arms around him tightly. You were absolutely soaked with rain and short of breath. With the heavy rain just the short run from your trailer had been more than enough to soak you through and through.

But Eddie didn’t care that you were dripping wet, having you sitting in his lap was more than enough to make up for it. And he relished in every small touch you were giving him, every shift of your weight as you adjusted on his lap, every small hot breath against the skin of his neck as you slowly calmed down.

He knew he didn’t need to say anything, simply being there in your presence was exactly what you needed in that moment, so all he did was carefully wrap his arms around your back to pull you closer into his embrace.

Eddie let his hands carefully run up and down your back, doing his best to slowly soothe you and taking solace as he felt your breathing slow and calm down.

“Storm scaring you sweetheart?” Eddie finally broke the silence that hung between you, his voice was soft and gentle as he spoke, pulling away ever so slightly so he could look at you fully. “Just a little bit- mom’s working tonight and being alone and-”

“Shh, it’s ok.” Eddie started, cocking his head at you, almost like a bird, making you laugh a little bit. “You’re always welcome here.”

“Thank you.” You mumbled softly into his shoulder, taking a moment to breathe in his scent, relishing in his company, his soft gentle touches as the storm continued raging on outside. “Absolutely nothing to thank me for, it’s my pleasure anyway.” His voice was light, almost carefree as he spoke.

“Can I stay?”

“Of course.” Eddie reached his hand up and pushed away a couple of the strands of hair that were still sticking to your face with water. “But do you maybe want to change?” His own clothes were damp from yours and he couldn’t even begin to imagine how uncomfortable you must be in your soaked clothes.

You nodded slowly and got off his lap, Eddie rummaged through his closet to pull out the most decent dry clothes he could find and left you to change in his room.

The old battered T-shirt he lent you reached down to your thighs you had worn it countless of times before but it still smelled of him, and the pyjama bottoms were so big on you that the fabric pooled around your ankles. You had let your hair down around your shoulders, tangled and still damp from the rain.

Your eyes were roaming around Eddie’s room, you had been in here a million times before, but there were always an endless amount of things to explore about it, and it was forever changing. Standing in Eddie’s room always felt to you like you had entered his brain. Everything in there was so Eddie, you could learn everything there was to know about him from that room. And there was always something new to find.

This time, what stuck out to you, was the little arcade bear which you had just won for him, sitting on his night side table next to his lamp. You reached out of the comforts of the bed, clutching the soft bear in your hands, finding the slightest amount of comfort in the stuffed toy.

You slumped back down on Eddie’s bed, your back resting against the back wall of his room, knees pulled out as you placed the soft little bear in your lap, toying gently with it. But as you looked closer at it, this wasn’t the bear that you had won Eddie last Tuesday.

It was old, at least a couple of years old you guessed based on the wear and tear along the seams of it and the partially matted fur. “Where’d you come from?” You whispered to the bear, almost hoping for an answer but you were only met with soulless black plastic eyes staring back up at you.

You could hear Eddie’s heavy footsteps long before you could see him turn the corner back into his room. “Did you say something?” His head peaked around the corner, making his hair fall in front of his face.

“Just interrogating this bear about his origins, I think he might be really tough to crack though.” Eddie moved to sit next to you on his bed and to see what you were referring to.

“Do you seriously not remember?” Eddie’s eyebrows were raised as he looked intently at you, genuinely shocked you didn’t recall. “No, I have no clue what you’re talking about.”

“Ok- 8th grade Jimmy Wattsons birthday party…” He paused, hoping that his words would slowly start jogging your memory, but you were simply staring blank eyed back at him. The bear clutched in your fingers. “We went to the lanes, and we ended up in the same one…”

“And I kept throwing it in the gutter!” The memory landed in your head, as crisp as the day it had happened and you couldn’t believe you had forgotten it. “I wasn’t strong enough to throw them properly and I ended up losing.”

“And you looked so sad and defeated, I said I would win you a bear from the arcades to cheer you up-”

“But you were so hopeless at the claw machine, you wasted like all of your money-”

“So you ended up winning me one instead.”

You completed each other's sentences, recounting the memory together. “And you kept it?” You looked over at where Eddie was sitting next to you on his bed.

He was close enough that your legs were touching. You reached over for his hand, taking it in yours and holding it in your lap, enjoying the feeling of his rough hand so close to yours.

“Of course I kept it, I’ve kept everything you’ve given me.”

“Everything? You might need to be a little careful there Munson or people might start to think you actually love me.” It was obvious you were tired, and that the words were slipping out of you faster than you could control them, your eyes were heavy with sleep and your voice was soft.

“What if I told you I’m in love with you?”

“I know you love me, you tell me that every day.” You laughed and rolled your eyes slightly.

“No-” He took a deep breath, trying to prepare himself for what he was about to say. “Not ‘I love you’, I am in love with you.”

“I’d say you’re delusional.”

“Is it really that far-fetched of an idea that I could be in love with you?”

Eddie’s question hung in the air, weighing down the empty space between them. Making them both painfully aware how close, yet how far they were from each other. You couldn’t tell if he was serious or not, in the dim light of his bedroom his eyes looked almost as if they were grieving a loss he was yet to endure. But there was still that familiar flicker of hope that was always persistent regardless of the hardships he had faced.

“Eddie I- I don’t know-” There was no answer you could provide him with which wouldn’t jeopardise the fundamentals that your relationship was built on one way or another, and somewhere deep down you knew that Eddie realised that. Which meant that right now he did not care, he wanted to know, needed to know.

You knew, deep down you knew what you wanted the answer to be. The dream of a reality which had been tugging at your heart strings for years, feelings which had stirred beneath the surface for so long but you had done your best to keep under wraps, in hopes they would simply pass.

“No- no, don't pretend, don’t shy away.” His voice quivered ever so slightly as he spoke. The genuine hurt in his voice made your heart sink. “Don’t bullshit me here, don’t sit there and tell me you haven’t thought about it- about us, because I know you have, there is no way you haven’t.”

You couldn’t tell if Eddie was trying to speak to you, or convince himself of a reality he had concocted in his brain. In reality it was a little bit of both.

“Eddie you’re my best friend-” You didn’t know why you were fighting it, some part of your brain was still so terrified of losing Eddie, he had seeped into every aspect of your life you couldn’t bear the thought of having him ripped from you in an instant. It would leave you without a foundation.

“And you’re my everything.” His voice was breathless, and you noticed just how close he really was to you. “And I didn’t realise that, not until you dated Harry last year, and it nearly broke me. I have never been so angry in my life, seeing you with him, seeing you laugh at his stupid jokes, seeing him palce his arms around you, kiss you on the cheeks- god fuck I wanted to be the person doing that, and I felt bad knowing that a part of me was happy when you decided to end things with him.”

“Maybe I’m looking at the world through rose tinted glasses but I’m here, I am right here, I am the person you’ve come to since you were eight when you were afraid of thunderstorms, and I will always be here, because fuck- I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you probably since the day we met as kids, I was just to stupid to realise it before.”

“Eddie say it again-” You were practically holding your breath, the words that came out of his mouth were fast and rushed, almost unintelligible and it took you more than a moment to actually realise what he was saying.

“I’m in love with you-”

He barely got a chance to finish his last syllable before you had leaned in and captured his lips with yours. Your nose awkwardly bumping against his as you tried to adjust to the feeling of his lips against yours. Two thoughts ran through your mind, Oh my god I’m kissing Eddie and Oh my god I’m kissing Eddie.

His lips were moulding against yours and you swore you could hear him groan as he soaked up the feeling.

Your hands cupped his face in a desperate attempt of bringing his lips closer to yours. Eddie was kissing you like a man possessed, a man starved. As if you were his first breath of fresh air after being held under water, he was drinking you up until you had nothing left to give and had to pull away in desperate need of oxygen.

“We’ve never done that before-” You choked on a laugh as you looked at him. His lips glistened with a mixture of your saliva and they were ever so slightly swollen, and he looked at you with the softest eyes that melted your insides.

“Want to do it again?” Eddie whispered to you, already leaning in and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to welcome him into your embrace. “Absolutely.” You mumbled as his lips found yours once more.

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[forlorn-crows]

A possessive Mountain going into rut and deciding to stake his claim on Rain by bending him over the common room sofa and stuff him full of his knot him in front of the others?

i took some liberties with this one since heat/rut/knotting is absolutely not my forte. i read it to some extent, but only under the context that a majority of people headcanon that that's something ghouls just...do, ya know? not something im actively seeking out

BUT i still had an idea for this one so this is what i've got for you, dear anon:

Mountain bends over the purple orchid, dutifully clipping its wilting buds. The humid smell of soil and foliage blankets over him, soothing his aching thoughts.

This season’s heat has him mentally overstimulated more than anything, often retreating to the greenhouse to be alone. He prefers the calming atmosphere to the darkness of his room—he’s less likely to tear it up in the throws of arousal and frustration, anyway.

He's got his hands deep in a pot of soil when he smells it. Petrichor and warm sea salt. It wafts through the air and hits him straight in the nose, making him freeze. Suddenly, his mind is quiet, replaced only with thoughts of Rain. Want. Need. Where?

“Mountain?” Rain calls from the doorway.

The earth ghoul swallows dryly. “Yes, Rain?” He hears footsteps approach and stop a few feet away from him. Reluctantly, Mountain looks up at him from his hunched position.

That was a mistake. Rain looks completely unholy: hair mussed, lips shiny with saliva—someone else’s?—little crimson marks peeking out from the collar of his sweatshirt. Mountain’s on him in an instant, launching himself off his stool and looming over his lithe form, nosing at the spot behind his ear. His smell is icier here, but it’s masked under notes of cinnamon, citrus, and mint.

Mountain has to stop himself from growling, settling for some other low, disgruntled noise instead. “Did you come here to tease me?”

“N-no,” he stutters. Mountain’s pheromones wash over him, heavy and earthy. “Oh,” he breathes, leaning into the earth ghoul slightly.

“Then why are you here, raincloud?” Mountain runs a hand along his jaw, slowly, possessively.

Rain tilts his head towards the touch and closes his eyes. “The boys, we were—” His breath hitches as Mountain’s fingers trail further along his neck. His Adam’s apple bobs under his hand. “Playing, messing around. We missed you. Wanted you to join us.” He bites his lip.

Mountain looks at him, calculating. “Playing, hm?” His voice lowers half an octave, getting husky with need. “You want me to play with you, tadpole? Brave of you to come in here alone.”

“You can s-show me off.” Rain cracks his eyes open, revealing blown pupils. He bares his neck to the earth ghoul. “Mark me—ah—make them jealous.” He realizes he’s babbling, a side-effect of Mountain’s heat radiating over him, but he can’t help it.

“Fuck,” Mountain finally growls. He mouths at the spot where Rain wants him and pulls the water ghoul flush against him. 

“Oh, Mounty,” Rain whines. He stuffs his hands under Mountain’s t-shirt, running his palms over the plane of his stomach. Mountain almost does bite him at the skin-to-skin contact. His arousal is quickly becoming all-consuming, but he pulls away before he really loses it.

“You’re gonna be mine, raincloud,” the earth ghoul promises.

It doesn’t take them long to make it back to the others. Aether and Swiss have Dew a blubbering mess underneath them on the couch, kissing, sucking, and petting everywhere but where he wants it. Mountain pushes Rain to kneel in front of them, slotting in behind him. He presses his hardening length against Rain’s ass, grinding against him.

“You didn’t waste any time,” Swiss smirks.

“Could’ve been you,” he drawls, palming at Rain’s own erection, earning a moan from the water ghoul. “But you sent the princess to get me, so now he’s getting my fucking knot.” Mountain’s filthy when he’s in heat, his usual loving and loyal demeanor replaced with ravishing possessiveness.

Dew whines at that, immediately jealous.

“Told you,” Rains mumbles, dropping his head against Mountain’s collarbone. The earth ghoul drinks him in, laving his tongue over the muscles in Rain’s neck. He stares Dew down, flashing his fangs against the water ghoul’s pulse point.

“If you want it so bad, fire lily, let’s hear you beg for it.”

#this is what i was writing before i got into a hellhole of hilarious nicknames #what a wild ride #no beta we die like men #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #fanfic #ficlet #ask #anon #the band ghost

[left4deadstuck]

You bite your lower lip. You don't think being straight to the point with Karkat would be a good idea… Though you considered it heavily before ultimately choosing to go with an apology.

Okay… Here it comes.

Dave: hey. Dave: im… sorry Dave: im sorry man

Your voice is quiet. Maybe too quiet, making you think the other didn't hear you. So you look up to glance at the other.

Dave: genuinely i Dave: i didnt think wed see each other like

You don’t get the chance to finish before he raises his hand to cut you off.

Karkat: YOU KNOW IF I WANTED TO WATCH SOMEONE VOMIT THE FLIMSIEST APOLOGY KNOWN TO MAN, I'D GO OUTSIDE AND WATCH ONE OF THE INFECTED ASSHOLES OUT THERE THROW UP THEIR GUTS ONTO THE PAVEMENT. Karkat: AND IT WOULD STILL BE A BETTER "SORRY" THAN ANYTHING YOUR BATTER BRAINED SKULL COULD CONJURE UP RIGHT NOW. Karkat: SO SAVE US BOTH THE EMBARRASSMENT AND SHUT UP FOR GODSAKES

You scowl, back straightening. Goddamnit now you remember. Remember how much of a crabby jackass he is.

Dave: oh Dave: because sitting in the dark while silently death glaring at each other is productive Dave: cause we got all the time in the world to just kick back and do absolutely nothing but seethe at each other Dave: not like i was trying t

Karkat: TO DO WHAT EXACTLY? BE REMORSEFUL? BE ACTUALLY APOLOGETIC WITH NO ULTERIOR MOTIVE DESPITE KNOWING I CAN BE OF USE TO YOU? Karkat: DO YOU HONESTLY TAKE ME FOR SOME KIND OF FUCKING IDIOT?! Karkat: THAT I WOULD EVEN HUMOR THE IDEA THAT YOU'RE ACTUALLY SORRY?!! Karkat: THAT I'LL JUST TOSS MY RESENTMENT AND FRUSTRATION OUT INTO THE ATMOSPHERE BECAUSE POOR OL' STRIDER IS JUST A PATHETIC LUMP OF BRUISES! Karkat: *FAT FUCKING CHANCE.* Karkat: YOU COULD BE FOLDED INTO THE MOST DISGUSTING AND AGONIZING EXAMPLE OF HUMAN ORIGAMI AND I'D STILL BE "SEETHING" Karkat: SO YEAH, *I’M SORRY* THAT I DECIDED NOT TO WASTE MY TIME AND ENERGY HEARING YOUR LOUSY ATTEMPT AT A HEART TO HEART

Dave: … Dave: sigh

Once upon a time Jade had asked you and your mutual group of friends to test out the latest version of her new project. A mental inventory system that had a very convoluted retrieval and sorting system. Luckily her team was quick to fix that after your group’s trials with it.

Jade never really told you exactly why, but you always speculated that some people on her team, or well, someone, didn’t really trust your legitimacy enough when signing your NDA. Maybe it shouldn’t have surprised you though, after all you have made a name for yourself with your bizarre level of spectacles you do for the sake of irony.

It did not thrill you to find out the next morning that you would now deal with the living embodiment of “stick up the ass” as your personal bodyguard for however long the trial had to last for. Despite your best efforts to get rid of the guy, you’ve quickly learned a few things about Mr. Vantas here. One of those things being that he is skeptical and stubborn to a fault.

Well, there it goes, your plans being haplessly thrown out the window! Poor sons of bitches didn’t even have a chance-

You hear a snap next to your ear

Karkat: JESUS CHRIST CAN YOU STOP MUMBLING TO YOURSELF FOR A SECOND AND PAY ATTENTION

Dave: what Dave: you have another drawn out monologue about how god awful i am? Dave: are you sure your throat can handle that shakespeare Dave: ya dont exactly have the voice for stage anymore with all that smoke Dave: but lets be real here Dave: its probably a good thing that you cant blow out anyone within a 10 ft radius of you eardrums anymore because you decided to make causal conversation

Karkat: YOU MOUTHY FUCKING PRICK- Karkat: CAN YOU DO THE WORLD Karkat: AND ME ESPECIALLY Karkat: A FUCKING FAVOR TO SHOVE WHATEVER BULLSHIT YOU HAVE IN YOUR WINDPIPE AND FUCKING LET ME TELL YOU WHAT I ACTUALLY WANT TO TELL YOU FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS

Dave: ok sir ill be on my best behavior for "five fucking seconds"

Karkat:THANK YOU, GODDAMN. Karkat: AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO JUST KICK YOUR USELESS ASSES OUT OF MY HOUSE, I DON’T THINK I’LL BE ABLE TO SURVIVE A FIGHT BETWEEN YOUR POTENTIALLY TRIGGER HAPPY HELLSPAWN. Karkat: AND ALTHOUGH I THINK IT’S WITHIN MY RIGHT TO FEEL THIS LEVEL OF BRIGHT HOT ANGER TOWARDS ALL OF YOU… Karkat: SIGHS … I

He looks up at the ceiling as if his next few words are the greatest offense that any higher power could have subjected him to utter.

Karkat: (GOD I MUST BE MORE SICK THAN I THOUGHT.) Karkat: I, FOR SOME REASON THAT SHOULD BE IMPOSSIBLE SEEING AS I HAVE DEALT WITH ENOUGH OF YOUR TOTAL TRASH FIRE OF A PREDICAMENT, BUT HERE I AM EVER THE GLUTTON FOR MORE SELF-INFLICTED MISERY

Dave: yeah yeah i get it Dave: im a dick get to the point

Karkat: I DON’T WANT YOU TO DIE, YOU COMPLETE JACKASS!

Karkat: AND I HATE THAT CAUSE THAT RISKS MY LIFE FOR SOMEONE I ABSOLUTELY DON'T OWE SHIT TO, BUT NO MATTER HOW MANY TIMES I TRY TO THINK OF A REASON TO JUSTIFY IT TO MYSELF I CAN’T. Karkat: I CAN'T LIVE EASY KNOWING THAT IF SOMEONE DIED, EVEN IF THAT SOMEONE IS FUCKING YOU...I Karkat: I DON'T NEED TO EXPLAIN SURVIVORS GUILT YOU YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

Dave: oh Dave: uh Dave:th Karkat: NO SHUT THE FUCK UP Karkat: FUCKING Karkat: NO!

Karkat: HAVING A SENSE OF COMPASSION STILL DOESN’T CHANGE THE FACT THAT IT’S EITHER I HELP OR I DIE. Karkat: DON’T TAKE THE FACT THAT I SOMEHOW STILL HAVE MY MORALS INTACT AS FLATTERY. Karkat: INSTEAD BURY THAT IDEA SO FAR IN THE WORTHLESS SLUDGE YOU CALL A THOUGHT PROCESS UNTIL IT ATOMIZES INTO NONEXISTEN-!

He must've worked himself up. You watch him as he moves out of your space to turn and hack up a cloud of smoke. Well, if this isn’t just the perfect time to digest the clusterfuck he has given you. While it is great that he is going to help you out, he’s doing it out of fear and as fuck up as it is, it’s an advantage you have over him.

Though is it a good idea to go along with that? That could risk him fucking you all over and abandoning all of you last minute. You could gain his trust, maybe offer him something that he might want, but even then what would you give him, you have no clue if you have anything to offer him, not to mention that again, he could still just ditch the plan when the opportunity shows up.

What are you going to do?

===> AUDIENCE

#l4dstuck #left4deadstuck #homestuck #dave strider #karkat vantas #(Canon Typical Artstyle Inconsistency/j. God this took too long) -MM

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Comfort pt2

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 1.6k

Notes: 1st person, Vision (Jarvis), A little animosity but nothing too drastic, I'd still say its fluff

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I was the first one awake the morning after the sleepover. I was groggy, but I recognized the weight on top of me. Her head rested on my chest, my hand was in her hair. There was a blanket thrown haphazardly over us. I loved the feeling of it to be honest.

I wanted to get up, but there was no chance I would disturb her. So I stayed in my spot, admiring the woman on top of me. She was phenomenally gorgeous up close.

I eventually felt her shift on top of me. Her hand reached out to cover my eyes and a quiet giggle escaped my lips.

" Don't look," her eyes stayed closed as she spoke.

" Why not?"

" 'M ugly in the mornin'."

My hand removed hers from my face. I let my fingers intertwine with hers. " No, you're not. You could never be ugly."

She lifts her head up to look at me for a moment then she lays it back on my chest," My hair is frizzy, I've got drool coming out the side of my mouth, you can see the bags under my eyes, and my accent is heavier."

I squinted my eyes," And? You're still absolutely beautiful."

The doorbell ringing interrupted our conversation," I'll get it."

Wanda protested, not wanting me to leave our spot, but the ringing persisted. Reluctantly, she let me get from under her. My steps padded against the floor as I took my time reaching the door.

When I opened it, the joy seeped from my body. Jarvis was standing at the porch. He was out of breath and there was a strong look of worry in his eyes. However, that meant absolutely nothing to me.

" I need to speak to Wanda."

I simply responded," She doesn't really want to see you right now."

I can see the frustration building on his face, but he takes a deep breath," Look, please. I just- we have to talk."

" There's nothing else for you to say to her, Jarvis. You dumped her over text. You broke her heart. Now here you are on her porch the next day, begging. Get over yourself."

That made him upset," Who do you think you're talking to-"

I stop him mid-sentence," If she wants to talk to you, she'll reach out. As of right now, she doesn't want that. So I'm sorry you wasted your gas, but go home."

I could see his eyes shifting to look inside the house. His hands twitched and his jaw clenched. I took that as a sign to step outside and close the door behind me.

" I said, go home."

The stare between the two of us is intense. It's only broken when the door opens. Steve appears with a look of irritation on his face, " What're you doing here, Jarvis?"

" I want to speak to Wanda. "

Steve glares at the boy," I don't think that's necessary."

" Look, you guys can't stop me fr-"

Steve cuts him off," Do you want me to get Pietro to see his opinion on this."

His face drains of color before turning an unfathomable shade of red," You can't shelter her forever."

"Goodbye, Jarvis," The finality in Steve's tone leaves no room for leeway.

Steve and I watch as the boy turns his back to us and walks away from the house. I let out an exhale when he gets in his car and drives away.

" He has some nerve coming here after what he did to Wanda," Steve places a hand on his hip for emphasis.

" He's already realized his mistake. He wants her back," I said, clenching my fists by my side.

Steve hums for a second," You think so?"

" If I were to do something as idiotic as pushing Wanda out of my life, I would know I fucked up immediately."

" Language."

I rolled my eyes," Sorry, pop pop, but it's true."

By the time Steve and I got back into the house, everyone was awake.

" Who was at the door?" Natasha was the first to ask.

I thought about lying. Saying it was a solicitor, or they had the wrong address.

" Jarvis," Steve said with disgust in his voice.

The room goes wild at his admission. Everyone is alert now. My eyes shoot over to Wanda, who has a frown on her face. I watch in real time as her arms hug her body and her lip begins to tremble.

" What did he want?" Clint asks apprehensively.

I sigh," He wanted to talk to Wanda."

" Where is he?" Pietro looked as though he was ready to explode.

" Gone, we sent him away," I was solely focused on Wanda's discomfort.

The bickering continued between the group, and I let Steve take the reins. I made my way over to sit by Wanda. I sat relatively close to her and was hurt when she put more space between us.

" What if I wanted to talk to him?" She said it low, so only I could hear.

Her words felt like a knife going through my chest. I wanted to tell her it didn't matter what he wanted. I wanted to tell her she deserved better, but that's not what I said.

" Then I'm sorry for sending him away," my hands locked with each other on my lap.

My vision was zeroed in on my hands. I was uncomfortable, I didn't know what else to think or say.

Wanda stood up, this going unnoticed by the group. They were still expressing their animosity towards Jarvis.

She extended her hand out for me to take. I was hesitant, maybe even more than I was the day before.

" Come with me?"

The words were soft as they left her lips. There was a small smile tugging their edges. The hesitation was still there, but I put my hand in hers nonetheless.

I let her lead me to the backyard. When we got outside, we observed the greenery for a while. Neither of us spoke, but our hands were still together.

" The message wasn't anything special. It wasn't an explanation or a reason or even a goodbye. All it said was 'I'm breaking up with you'," her voice wavered but didn't break.

I found myself squeezing her hand as reassurance. She kept going," I- I know it sounds stupid, but I think I really need to talk to him. I can't get closure or move on until I find out why. What did I do wrong?"

That's when the tears began to flow. I pulled her closer to me. Her tears left little wet spots on my shirt, but I didn't care.

" Look at me," I waited for her to meet my eyes. I wiped some of her tears away and then continued," It's not stupid. You put so much time, energy, and effort into him. I don't think- no, I know that you didn't do anything wrong. You were the perfect girlfriend. It's completely understandable why you'd want to hear his reasoning."

" But…" she could tell it was coming.

" But I don't think his reasoning matters. It's why he didn't give one in the first place. He's the problem, not you. To break up with someone like you is stupid. To do it over text is idiotic. To not even be able to give a reason is just moronic. He clearly doesn't respect you. And if he doesn't respect you, then he's not worth your time."

" Someone like me?"

I chuckle a little," I said a whole bunch of other things, but of course that's the one you comment on."

She keeps a straight look on her face," What did you mean by that, Y/n?"

I turn my head away from her. I answer with my heart," Sometimes I don't think you understand how amazing you are. Wanda you're smart, you're beautiful, you're passionate, and one of the most kind-hearted people I know. Dude, you're literally a ray of sunshine that brightens every room you walk in. That's what I meant."

I couldn't look at her after saying all that. I wanted to let go of her hand, but she wouldn't let me. I could feel the immense amount of heat costing the tip of my ears.

She let out a soft laugh, which made me face her. Her cheeks looked just as red as the tip of my ears felt." You have to stop being so nice to me," she borrowed my words from yesterday.

"I don't think you give yourself enough credit, Wanda," I used her words against her.

 She hugged my arm, leaning her head against my shoulder, " Maybe you're right. Why would I want to talk to someone who doesn't respect me? Especially when I have you."

" W-what do you mean by that," I felt my nerves build up.

" I mean, that you're enough, Y/n. And no, I will not elaborate. You'll just have to take my word."

" I guess it's a good thing I trust your word, then," I added, looking out at the yard ahead of us.

 We stood in silence for a while. Just enjoying each other's presence. At least it felt that way to me. There's no place I'd rather be than by her side.

" There you guys are, we were just about to send a search party," Bruce emerges into the backyard.

" We'll come in, in a minute, promise. No more Jarvis talk, though," Wanda doesn't move from my side.

" Yes, mam," Bruce says, re-entering the house.

 Wanda sighs, reluctantly letting go of my arm, but still holding my hand," Let's go, I want to cook everyone breakfast."

" I love your cooking."

 Wanda perks up," You've never said that before."

" I also have never left any food on a plate you made. Context clues Wands, keep up."

She playfully shoves me into the house. I couldn't wipe the smile off my face. She truly makes me feel like I am actually enough. I think it's one of the things I love about her.

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