#like there are NO sfw thoughts in my head

[joonsproperty]

sulking — jungkook (sfw)

pairing: bf!jungkook x fem!reader

tw: sulking, jk is pouty (but we love it), pet names, what else ?

note: love bam sm, and I absolutely love it when jk sulks. idk why lol.

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You were playing with Bam all day. You took him for a walk, fed him treats and bought him new toys. Bam was practically in love with you. You were adoring and papering the pup throughout the whole day.

You took him to the groomers as well and Jungkook was just dazed the whole day. His first day back and you only wanted Bam. At least he thought you only wanted Bam.

He was distant the entire day as soon as you went to give Bam a kiss instead of him. Well, you gave Jungkook a kiss after Bam. But he was still jealous.

After the day almost ended and you were completely warm out, Jungkook didn’t even dare look at you. He was being kinda petty about it. He didn’t put the whole blame on you but he wanted you to feel bad.

“Babe?” You ask for him. He was on the other end of the bed, facing away from you. You chuckled, “you’re tired aren’t you?”

He didn’t answer he just scrolled on his phone and continued to ignore you. He wasn’t even trying, he didn’t want to. He won’t look at you, in fact…he hasn’t looked at you all day.

“Jungkook?” You put you hand on his shoulder and he coughed loudly making you remove yourself from him. “This isn’t funny.”

You tried to peak over his shoulder to see if he had headphones in. He didn’t. It was an absolute hell of a mess at the moment.

“Did I do something wrong?” You asked. And this is when he finally decided to say something. Making you realize, you probably did do something stupid.

“Yes.” He said, sitting up and placing his phone aside.

“What did I do?” You were confused, looking at him innocently.

“You literally ignored me all day!” He snapped.

“Woah, calm down.” You looked at his puffy eyes. “Have you been crying?!” You were stressed now.

“What, no!” He turned his head, looking away from you.

You knew better. You knew when he sulked and when he lied. “Baby please. Tell me what I did wrong.”

“You-you were with Bam the whole day!” He started to think to himself. This argument seemed kinda stupid.

“You’re mad cause your dog was my first choice?” I asked with a smile. I was trying to hold a laugh.

“Yes…” he sounded truly upset.

You broke into laughter, “sorry.”

“Don’t laugh!” He continued to be pouty.

“Oh come on. Baby, I love you.” You continued your laughing, letting it calm a bit.

He looked at you with his eyes watering, putting his arms around himself. He wasn’t sure if he could let this go.

“Please forgive me.” You put your head to the side to get his attention. He wasn’t having it.

“I’ll forgive you. If you do something for me.” He muttered to you. He sounded so sassy.

“What would that be?” You weren’t going to be surprised if he asked for cuddles. But you wanted to be sure it wasn’t something ridiculous.

“I want to do something with you. Anything. Just me and you.” He began to be more relaxed than before. He kinda lost his attitude, but not completely.

“Mmm.” You thought to yourself. What on earth could you two do at this hour. “We could watch a movie and cuddle?”

“Yeah. I’d like that.” Jungkook got close to you and scooped you up into his arms.

“Ah!” You squealed as he pulled you to him unexpectedly.

“Tell me you love me.” He said softly.

“I love you baby.” You kiss his lips, giving him a small peck. He laughed, letting this whole, very ridiculous argument pass.

“Promise…” he looked at you with soft eyes, obviously still kinda upset.

“I promise.” You giggle and run your hand through his hair, feeling his soft hands touch you as well.

icon combo by me

#bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts x fem!reader #bts oneshot #bts headcanons #jungkook smut #jungkook x female reader #jungkook fluff #jungkook x reader

[spideyriki]

sub kitty hybrid jungwon? or just ignore the hybrid part if ur not comfy!

kitty! jungwon hcs

c. warnings: sub!jungwon, cat hybrid jungwon breeding kink, pegging, collars, scent kink

a. note: my first ask! was genuinely so happy to receive this, trust me i'll remember you, anon, for the rest of my life <3 thank you so much! hope you like this n i'll definitely write a proper full length kitty won fic when i have the time :(

nsfw utc

sfw

being in a relationship with kitty jungwon is like having a personal little shadow, jungwon follows you all over the house and he has to nearly always be touching you, even just simple touches like sitting up really close to you as you both are doing work so your thighs are touching or walking near you so your hands grace eachother.

wonie loves head pats. but only from you. the moment he sees you, he's cutely leaning his head towards you expecting a quick pet as a greeting, his cat ears will twitch happily when you do. one time, jay jokingly reached out to pat jungwon's head after seeing you do it, jungwon quickly swatted his hand away and furrowed his eyebrows to feign annoyance.

jungwon is a huge purrer, he can't help but purr whenever he's around you. especially in the morning, when he wakes up next to you. as he nuzzles up into your neck, his loud content purrs filling the silence.

it's in a cat's nature to gift their owners things and it is no different for cat hybrids. jungwon loves bearing you simple little gifts all the time. nearly every week, a bouquet of flowers will be found in your living room as you come home from work or a new plushie placed neatly in your bed. no matter if there's an occasion or not, jungwon loves giving you gifts.

you know how cats like to disturb you as you work, like for example, sitting on your laptop keyboard and stuff. jungwon is just the same! whenever you are working he likes to curl up next to you and cuddle with you, pleading for you to pet him. if you don't acknowledge it, he'll just get up and sit on your lap until you have no choice but to pay attention to him. purring when you run your fingers through his hair and stroke his cat ears.

but like any other cat, kitty jungwon can get pretty grumpy when he is lacking sleep. when he's sleepy jungwon gets cranky and his responses get pretty sassy. although, when he wakes up energised again, he shyly apologises and nudges his head into you, nosing your neck and purring at you as he bats his pretty long eyelashes so you forgive him.

nsfw

jungwon is obsessed with your scent, like he genuinely believes that you have the most beautiful scent on earth. so, he Loves to eat you out. his face burried deep between your legs and your scent surrounding him. the way your thighs circle his head engulfing him in your scent and your hands gently pat his little cat ears. when you cum, covering his face with your juices, he moans in your pussy and always cums untouched himself.

jungwon loves to be collared during sex (and to be honest even when not). he loves the feeling of ownership you have on him, the mere thought of having you own him makes jungwon orgasm so quickly. so, when he's feeling horny, he will bring you his collar and flash his prettiest eyes and you being you, can never deny him, so you secure the pretty pink collar right above his adam's apple making sure it's not pressing on too tight but just enough to send blood rushing to his needy cock. even the simple feeling of your gentle fingers near his throat makes jungwon whimper.

kitty jungwon loves getting pegged. on all fours, his back arched and tight little hole on display for you. you are always so gentle with him, your hands petting his lower back and massaging the base of his tail which leaves him so needy, his hips start moving back against you so you can fuck into him deeper and reach spots he never even knew existed.

jungwon's tail is really sensitive so when you delicately run your hand over his tail, he will moan out so loud and possibly even cum because the feeling of his tail getting toyed with sends the most pleasurable shivers down his spine. his moans turning into adorable little mewls as you stroke his tail through his orgasm.

when i said jungwon is a big purrer, hes a Purrer. when he's really into it, jungwon will accidentally release a few purrs which gradually increases in volume. he can't help it, you treat him so gently and he's just so content to be with you, even during sex and he just loves you so much he can't help but purr when he's with you.

he is pretty possessive over you. so, when you come home from work and smell like other people or even worse, other hybrids, he will be all over you, grinding his hard on against you when he has the chance, groping you here and there to get your attention. before you leave for work, he will scent you to make sure everyone knows you have a kitten waiting for you at home or on days when you have a little more extra time, he will ride your thigh, his hands roaming wherever he reach and he is continuously mouthing at your neck, leaving his scent for other hybrids to smell and hickeys for regular humans to see, making sure everybody knows you are off limits. he loves the thought that you're his, just as much as he's yours. you are his girlfriend and his owner.

jungwon has the biggest breeding kink especially when he's in heat, he will be crying and begging you to allow him to breed you and fill you up to the brim with his cum. he's aware that you can't actually get pregnant but the thought of you being full of his cum makes him dizzy and it drives him to thrust into you and make you feel good so you will reward him by allowing him to cum inside you. "please let me fill you up with my kittens please, i'll be a good boy, please let me make you a mommy", jungwon would whine out to you. and when he pulls out he's so mesmerised at the sight of his thick white cum spilling out of you and down your thighs, he'll lean down and kitten lick you clean.

jungwon is usually a well behaved boy because he loves how gently you treat him but in the occasional moments where he decides to be a brat, he loves when you punish him by attaching a leash to his collar and pulling on it to choke him as you fuck into him from the back. his choked out moans and whimpers only fuel you to go rougher on him until he is crying out and pretty tears are falling over his pink cheeks. his little collar bell jingling from the force of your rough thrusts.

all in all, jungwon is (mostly) your good little kitten and he loves you so much!!

© spideyriki

jungwon is so orange kitty, i love him :')

#ash's answers ☆.ᐟ #enhypen smut #sub enhypen #enhypen fluff #jungwon smut #sub jungwon #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #jungwon fluff #enhypen scenarios #enhypen x reader #kpop smut #sub enha #yang jungwon #kpop hybrid #enhypen hybrid #hybrids #dom reader #sub idol

[nonuify]

ᝰ.ᐟ 📦 — C.SC ; ! with you

sfw / nsfw is included ! minors do not interact 18+. [ fluff & smut ] ꩜. | missing my husband sue me

“you were just missing your boyfriend.”

you were sitting on the couch, sleep deprived you missed your boyfriend, so much he was gone on a tour for what? two or three months you were going crazy at this point.

yes he sent you flowers & gifts but nothing could compare to the warmth of his body laying next to you cuddling.

you were bored of living the same day every single time, since he toured away, waking up, taking a shower, eating, walking kkuma then seeing a tv show & sleep, even you didn’t have energy for friends, you just needed your seungcheol.

i mean he called you but not always, sometimes you’d wish you jump of the screen that your call was ongoing with.

being brought back to you reality by the roaring sounds of the tv, that was playing some random series you had watched, but what really caught your attention was kkuma barking, ‘she was probably hungry’ you thought.

following the sound of her, you went to her “kkuma sweetie come let’s get fo-“ your heart stopped.

he was here. seungchol was finally here. everything you had on your mind had dropped.

you ran into the warmth of his arms, hugging him tight, “thank god I was loosing my mind” you mumbled “I missed you too, my love” he chuckled embracing your hug lovingly.

after breaking the hug, you kissed each other deeply with so many different emotions of love, warmth it was so passionate that the more you indulged him the more safe & comforting you felt, nobody ever made you feel loved like him, choi seungcheol will always be yours to love & care for, you hoped he felt the same towards you.

“someone’s eager hm?” he teased smiling. you just went back to kissing him, eventually you guys went to the bedroom to continue your little love session.

exploring every inch of your body is what he did, making sure kiss every place his hand touched, “think you could get on my lap princess?” he said, you of course obliged, grabbing the flesh of your thighs, he let you settle on his lap, your hands wrapping around the soft nape of his neck, both your chests pressing against each other.

his hands began to roam once again from your back going up & down till reaching the sweet spot of your ass, squeezing them then pulling down your pajama shorts & panties.

fingers sliding down against your flushed bum he went in, in your cunt, brushing through your folds then pinching your clit slightly just enough to make it feel good, you tilted your head, burying it in his neck then letting out a moan after his cocky tricks “i already waited enough, please just fuck me good” you whined

casually ignoring you, he went back to playing with your pussy, he played with your clit a bit but found your hole then continued to tease by lining the tip of his finger in & out your already wet hole, arousal was dripping out of it.

he pushed his finger in your needy hole then quickly after doing so he added another, a third following shortly, you felt so fulfilled you couldn’t ask for more, his fingers did not compare with yours to when you & his’s rather many steamy phone sessions.

working with the magic of his fingers he pushed in & out of you while you sat there squirming with whiny & breathy moans following with it, “s-s’good cheolie” you pushed down on his fingers that were stretching you open, the feeling of his digits in you feeling ethereally amazing, scissoring his fingers inside your cunt, he came in contact with your sweet spot, fastening his pace he began began to hit your walls just by his fingers imagining, that if it was his cock made you even more fucked out for wanting his dick.

already feeling an urge to cum you moaned out loudly then cum came squirting out of your wet pussy. “god my baby’s been desperate already squirting on me huh?” he said pulling out his fingers then licking your sweet liquids that came splurging out. “never fails to taste good” he moaned amused sucking every last bit of it, you couldn’t deny that was fuckin hot of him.

“please lemme ride you seungcheolie?” you asked desperately wanting to do so.

“of course you can, sweets” he gave you the green light, you quickly discarded whatever he was wearing from pants to shirt, he now completely naked & may I say very hard, his cock itching aching to be inside of you.

sliding down on his cock was a hell of a time the feeling of his length, welcoming the warmth of your insides was so amazing.

you began to bounce on him, breasts bouncing with you underneath your little top that you had worn, seungcheol saw how gorgeous you looked on top of him, wondering how he got a beauty like you as his lover.

seungcheol grabbed your waist with his hands he’d thrust up as you went down making sure that he’ll hit all your special spots, when the both of your hips snapped against each other both of you would let out lewd moans & groans.

“god this pussy was made for me” he groaned throwing his head back continuously thrusting upwards to meet your hips once again deepening his cock inside your tight cunt. after a couple of minutes your hips gave out on you, so you just started to hump on him, he however just snapped his pace to an inhuman level making you loose your mind only one thought was in your mind it was him.

the knot tying inside your stomach, moaning more loudly than ever the mmphs, the non-understandable words coming out of your mouth “s’cheolie m’gonna cum” you yelled out cum rushing out of you for the second time.

slowing down his pace to give you a little rest “feeling good angel?” he caressed your face gently, you only nodded embracing him with a huge hug, you sighed softly “missed you too much cheol, don’t ever go away” “I’ll talk you with me next time, promise.” he spoke then adding “but baby, don’t you think your cheolie deserves to cum?” he looked at you, pulling his cock out then flipping you & fucking you tons of rounds till the only thing you could say was his name. seungcheol.

knowing that you would wake up sore with tons of love-marks,but you were okay, you loved every single bit of that night because you were with him.

#seventeen smut #seventeen x reader #seventeen x you #seventeen scenarios #scoups smut #seungcheol smut #seungcheol imagines #seungcheol fluff #scoups x you #scoups x reader #scoups fluff #scoups scenarios #svt smut

[bluerthanvelvet444]

ᯓ★⋆˚𝙿𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚊𝚡𝚒𝚖𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜⋆｡˚ ⁀➷

(Peter Maximoff x fem!reader)

tags: sfw and nsfw.

warnings: none.

character count: 7k.

this was a request!

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He LOVES playing games with you.

Peter was often bored, being locked in his mother’s basement led to doing the same things over and over again. This is why he loved playing games with you, no matter if they were board games or card ones, he was utterly fond of the idea of games ending in many different ways and sometimes taking different turns, never knowing if a game could last minutes or hours. He would throw game nights with candies and junk food. He really liked playing Cluedo, especially roleplaying the whole thing, he would get SO into the character, many times taking it personally when he was accused of being the murderer, always doing accents and creating a whole backstory (even if not needed). He believed it was “funnier” this way…but really, he was just a dork by nature. He enjoyed Monopoly too, although getting into the character in this game would often lead to him getting SO mad when things started to go bad for him. He claimed he was “the best gamer of all times” but in reality was actually pretty bad, especially with strategy games since he tended to act impulsively without logic. Many times you had to let him win to avoid cocky tantrums and just getting his ego hurt.

He is constantly spoiling you with gifts.

His main goal in life was owning the "Twinkie" company being the best boyfriend you could ever ask for. So whatever you desired, he gave you.

“Look how cute this is Pet-” You started while pointing at the picture of what you wanted, and before you knew it, Peter left your room at the highest of speeds just to come back in the blink of an eye with the thing you were just talking about in his hands.

“Gotcha.” He winked with a cute smirk.

“Peter! You didn’t have to. You probably spent so much for this…” You said, feeling guilty.

“Who said I paid for it?”

He takes you anywhere you want.

You mentioned wanting to go to the beach? He took you there in no time, not even letting you put your swimsuit on.

You dreamed of going to Paris? Sweep. Two seconds and you were taking a picture under the Tour Eiffel while he was holding a baguette and had a fake mustache on.

In the little time you started dating him, you already visited more places than you did in your entire life, and your bedroom was full of polaroids of you two around the world. This counts for concerts and other things too. He’s basically a free VIP pass.

He always matches your mood.

If you wanted to go to the cinema and watch a movie, he would sneak you two in the theater, stealing popcorn and all types of soda.

If you wanted to party hard and just forget about everything for a night, he would throw the BIGGEST party in the x-men’s mansion, just for you.

If you wanted to stay home and relax, he would grab a comfy blanket and a few snacks, cuddling up against you. Either spooning you or being spooned.

He hypes you up no matter what, he’s your biggest fan.

You were out shopping with Peter, so you took the chance to try some dresses on. You were in the changing room, looking at your body in the mirror. Many thoughts were flowing in your head, you didn’t know if you liked or hated it. Peter slightly peeked from the curtain.

“Babe are ya don- HOLY SHIT!” His eyes widened at the sight of you.

“Do you like it?” You asked while still looking in the mirror.

“Like it? Ya asking me if I- if I like it?! Are ya out of yer mind?! I dont like it! I love it!” He opened wide the whole curtain.

“Mh…I don’t know if this really fits m-” You were cut off by Peter suddenly grabbing your shoulders.

“Fits you?! FITS YA?! Babe.Ya need to get this right now. It was made for you- Holy shit! It looks like it was tailored to you!” He grinned widely.

“i don’t kno-Peter!” You exclaimed as he picked you up in his arms.

“YER STUNNING. Gorgeous! Breathtaking! Damn! Yer really my girl? I’m the luckiest bastard in the world!” He carried you in his arms out of the changing room.

“SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND! HEY YOU! YES! SHE’S MY GIRLFRIEND! I’M THE LUCKIEST BASTARD IN THE WORLD! WHOOOOO!” He shouted excitedly to the whole store while you covered your burning cheeks and begged him to stop.

He likes watching you put on your makeup, occasionally attempting to put it on you, too.

His tongue poked out of his mouth as he tried to blend the foundation on your skin.

“Why’s this taking so long?!” He huffed.

“Peter, that’s an eyeshadow brush.”

“Oh.”

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He’s horny 24/7.

Because of his speedster genes everything his body did was faster than normal. It was sooo easy to get him hard. You could’ve been either provoking him or doing nothing.

You were laying on the bed, your boyfriend spooning you from behind. You pressed your back against him, earning a groan from him. Thinking you accidentally hurt him, you turned to face him, just to find a visible grown bulge in his pants.

“I barely touched you…” You teased.

“S’the speedster genes…” He whined.

He’s such a switch.

You were sitting between his legs, your back pressed against his chest. His fingers slipping in and out of your entrance with unholy sounds.

“Mh…Just like that, babe…takin’ it so well…” He purred in your ear, causing loud moans to slip out of you. He kept speeding his fingers more and more, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Not wanting to finish alone, you suddenly changed positions, straddling him and stroking his length from his pants.

“A-ah…please babe…” He was already a subby mess under you, whining and begging you for more.

He’s open to all types of sex with you.

Fast? His name is quickie for a reason, his body will be blurred by how fast he will be.

Slow? Mhh…It will be torture for him but, sure, anything to pleasure you.

Loving? He could be hugging you from behind, gently thrusting in you and whispering sweet words and moans in your ear.

Rough? Absolutely. He’ll have you screaming his name as loud as possible. Oh, and prepare for a loooong night, the speedster genes help a lot with his sex drive.

No toys!

One thing he will never accept is you using sex toys. Why on earth would you use a miserable piece of plastic to please yourself when you have him?

He can be a vibrator, a dildo…everything! And a good one too. Whenever you need to feel good, just give him a call! He will drop everything just to have fun with you. Don’t tell Professor X that.

Quickies in public are more common than you think.

With him being always horny, he often found himself staring at you for longer than usual, which sent heat waves straight to his core, even in public.

“Babe…” He started with whispering your name in your ear, his body pressing against yours from behind.

“I need you…” He whined, subtly rubbing his hard-on against your ass. You questioned him, reminding him that you were in public.

He quickly brought you inside a public bathroom. His hands desperately grabbing your body.

“Please…I’ll be quick…” He groaned against your neck, sucking the skin gently. As soon as you agreed, you found yourself pressed up against a wall and his clothes immediately coming off.

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a/n: hiiii!!! my first headcanonssss...tried to put more dorky canon peter. hope you like them!!🩶🩶

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[vaisoric]

౨ৎ telling bf!jj about your fears | sfw

cw lowkey cheesy lol and i actually hate this so i might delete this later but i wanted to post something :’)

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you and jj settled down on your bed a few moments ago, calming down from an exhausting day at the beach, when he reaches up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

“what’s going on in your head?” he asks, noticing that little frown you always had when you’d think too much. and right now you were definitely overthinking stuff.

“nothing,” you reply, not wanting to dive further into thoughts that have been terrorizing your mind for weeks now.

you love jj. you love him more than anything else on this planet. but recently, you found yourself thinking about your relationship in ways you wish you didn’t. you’d think about him—about how loving he is as a friend and especially as a boyfriend. and you’d think about yourself and what could’ve been so special about you that he chose you.

jj furrows his eyebrows, tracing his finger down your jawline slowly. “come on, y/n. you can tell me.” he offers, giving you a reassuring smile.

when you don’t answer and just keep staring and thinking about everything, he calls your name out softly, “y/n? please, tell me.”

“s’nothing.” you deny again, but jj shakes his head and props himself up on his elbow, cupping your cheeks with his hands. “y/n y/l/n. what is going on in that pretty little head of yours, hm?”

his action makes you huff a little giggle, and you give in, “i just— sometimes i find it hard to believe that you’re my boyfriend. i mean, you’re special. like literally sent from heaven and so adorable and loving, so— so beautiful and sweet and way out of my league, and i’m just so… me.”

jj stares at you, trying to comprehend everything that babbles out of your mouth. he blinks a few times before bursting out in laughter. “i’m out of your league?” he asks. he couldn’t believe you’d even think that.

“yeah.”

“are you fucking with me right now? can you look at yourself, please? did you see what i pulled?” he gestures up and down your body before pointing straight at your face, “did you?!”

but before you can answer, he shifts on top of you and starts to pepper your face with kisses, making loud ‘mwuah’ sounds.

“don’t every fucking talk yourself down like that again,” he mumbles in between kisses before finally pulling away to look at your now flushed face. “you’re beautiful, okay? and i wouldn’t be a thing that you named me if i wouldn’t have you. you make me everything that i am. you make me happy, y/n. and i love you; do you understand that?” he whispers and presses his forehead against yours, awaiting your answer.

you nod, “yes, i understand.”

“then say it back.”

“i love you, too.”

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#jj maybank #jj mayback x reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank prompt #obx fanfiction #obx imagine #jj obx

[the-xolotl]

Songbird, Sing Me a Song

Alastor x singer!Reader

𝄞 A/N: i have this HC that Alastor has a special appreciation for singers (musicians in general) who are more classically inclined or those to perform music of his tastes especially if it reminds him of home

summery: In which Alastor owns your soul, just for the purpose of having live entertainment for himself.

✎ TAGS: sfw, no warnings, Alastor just wants to hear Reader sing, terms of endearment, no use of y/n, gn reader, no physical desc of reader, not proof read

“Come here, my pretty songbird,” Alastor’s lulling voice beckoned with his usual jovial tone, sounding like a lowly whisper. Your ears seem to almost perk up as he calls to you, pausing your current task in favor of answering to his command. Alastor has a habit of summoning you to his side at the drop of a hat, you were use to dropping whatever you’re doing in the moment to adhere to whatever he asked.

The call felt like a tug on your very soul, a gentle pull on the chain that tethered you to him. This very connection guiding you to where he is, like an automatic instinct of just knowing where he is. So your feet carried you to follow that direction, which you quickly realized is his radio tower. It’s going to be one of those evenings, the corners of your mouth curled upwards in a small smile.

Once in front of the door you knocked in a specific pattern letting him know it’s you entering, “Good evening, Sir, what can I do you for?” you asked with a polite smile.

The Radio Demon sat behind his desk elbows parked atop it resting his chin on the back of his hands, “Good evening, darling!” he greeted with glee, “Come in, come in. I find myself awfully bored doing this paperwork, I thought perhaps you’d be able to help me with that.”

You enter closing the door behind you, making your way in front of the console with a small giggle, “You’d like me to provide with a lil’ live performance, I take it?” you raise a playful eyebrow at him. This has become quite the habit since he summoned you to the hotel ever since his return.

You’ve been contracted to Alastor for a good few years, even before his impromptu sabbatical. In life, you had been a fairly known jazz and swing singer in some circles. Unfortunately you met an untimely demise due to a freak accident that cut your career short just as you were taking off, ending up in Hell, a little surprising to you.

Alastor had found you at the time you were struggling to adjust to your new hellish life. But everything comes at a price, he decided to take you in after you told him about your singing and musical abilities; your unconditional services for his protection. Simple.

It had been a little rough at first, selling your soul to one of the most dangerous overlords of hell, you later found out. He’s peculiar and extravagant but admittedly not awful. Just different. With time you learn to keep up, and he helped you gain some influence as a singer again by pulling strings and limbs where he needed.

Most recently you are the Hazbin Hotel’s front performer as per his request. As well as his private entertainer.

He flashed a bright smile, “Why you read my mind! Would my nightingale regale me with their beautiful voice for a while?” He regarded you with an extended palm, which you took with a spirited bow.

“How could I deny a personal request from my master? Specially with such flattery.” Sending a wink his way, you skip around the radio equipment over to pull the mic and stool he has for you just for these occasions.

You set your items, sitting a few feet in front of the console with in his line of view. Just how he liked it. “Any requests?” you ask with a smile.

“How about some originals? I’d be delighted to hear the music you wrote, or if you’ve written any recent pieces” His head tilted to the side, a little endearment slipping into his voice. It’s not often he does it, only in very private moments. He’d never say it, not even to you, but you are one of the pets he is most fond of.

Your eyes widen slightly feeling a little sheepish at the request, a light blush tinting your cheeks, “There’s a couple pieces actually,” you straighten your back and fold your hands over your lap preparing to start.

With a wave of his hand one of his shadows skidded about the floor, rising up to place one of his radios next to you.

“Lovely,” his radio filter crackling with the low notes of his voice, “Just adjust the dials and it will do the rest.”

Eying the item curiously you reach out to turn the little nubs. A small sparkle of green light flashed at your fingers. So quick you almost thought it hadn’t actually happened. Though, just as you adjust the frequency a familiar tune begins to play. Your tune.

Blinking a few times you readjust on your seat, things Alastor does shouldn’t surprise you anymore yet he manages to catch you every time. “This one is my favorite in particular,” you speak into the mic now, “Sound coming clear?”

“Crystal,” he says in his transatlantic accent as he leans forward on his desk.

You don’t miss a beat to come in hearing the into of your own song playing. Your melodic voice filling the room carried but the romantic jazz beat. It’s definitely a more modern sound of jazz but Alastor enjoys it nevertheless judging but the way his foot taps to the rhythm.

Gracefully, you croon every word into your mic hitting every note with expert ease. Not a single flat or too sharp note. Even as the tempo crescendos or decrescendos. Your delivery of the piece full of emotion, holding the mic delicately between your fingers. It’s mesmerizing even as you sit in place but your voice holds all the colors to paint the story of your song. Perfectly tuned voice with high and low notes.

As the song came to its end, Alastor applauded along to a clapping track sounding with a proud smile playing on his lips, “What a performance! Truly, one of the most unique voices I’ve ever heard,” he praises, “Well done, dear.”

You smile while bowing your head, “I’m glad you’ve found it enjoyable. I should add it to my set list for the next performance at the hotel.” You couldn’t help the rosie tint rising on your cheeks again. You had been quite proud of that one, so having Alastor appreciate it before anyone else has had the chance to hear it filled you with pride and joy. “You got to be the very first one to hear it.”

His smile grows playful, “Oh-ho! What an honor, dearest,” slightly bowing his head and bringing a hand over his heart to make it heartfelt. You chuckle at the gesture.

For the next couple hours the radio tower becomes immersed in the blues and swing that accompanied your finely tuned voice. The Overlord seemed delighted to have a personal concert while he worked. It reminded him about the little things he enjoyed while alive, your style being different but jazz will always take him back to good ol’ times in New Orleans.

His foot taps along to the rhythms, humming along to the words quietly harmonizing with you. His smile becoming more relaxed and work didn’t seem half bad anymore song after song. It relaxed him greatly to have your voice bouncing off the walls of the radio office, especially being the two of you. It’s like being in your own little bubble, he liked that.

Though, more than just for nostalgia he had other reasons to constantly call private audiences with you he would never tell you about. Even if he seems concentrated now, he occasionally stole glances at you, taking in the way your body swayed to the various beats.

By the end of the night, you had essentially performed a whole set. Some were your own songs, others classics and some of Alastor’s personal favorites. The mood is light even Alastor seems in a much better mood.

“Thank you very much, dearie, phenomenal show,” he praised as a wave of claps are heard throughout the room. You get up to give a deeper bow much like you often do for your public performances.

“Thank you, thank you! I’ll be here all week,” you joked, “I’m only a call away.”

Alastor chuckled standing up from his chair, finally, gathering all of his work, “You must be tired by now, how about we both retire, hm?” his hand cupping your lower back gently and guiding the both of you to the door. “Wouldn’t want to strain you, now would we,” he stated more than asked opening the for you.

Yawning you nodded, “It’s getting quite late. I think we both got carried away,” He agreed with a silent nod.

“I’ll take you to your quarters, it’ll be quicker,” hooking your arm under his, the shadows beneath his feet wiggle and curl around you, “Hold on tight, darling.”

You didn’t need to be told twice knowing exactly what he’s doing. You pressed further into his side tightening your grip on his arm. The darkness swallowed and you felt like the ground beneath you became quick sand sinking deeper and deeper into the void, it’s uncomfortable, a little claustrophobic. Fortunately it didn’t have to last very long, you could never get use to his teleportation method.

Delivering you right in front of your door, he lets you hold him until your legs are steady again. “Here we are!” he cheered, before letting you go he brings your hand delicately to his lips, “Good night, my songbird,” pressing a small kiss to your knuckles.

You smile up at him tiredly, “You as well, Sir.”

With that he’s disappearing off again, yet you never feel like he ever truly leaves. At least, figuratively. Somehow you always feel his presence lingering over you, in a good way.

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[devilevlls]

So for the drabbles (I think that’s how you spell it) could you do 14 with a vampire mc? Like basically following the same thing as the vampire event but this time it only affects humans (specifically only mc) and they lock themselves in their room to not hurt anyone? You could do whoever you think would fit best but I can list my favourites to help you decide! Barbatos, Lucifer, Solomon, Simeon, Thirteen and Raphel<3 if possible I’d like it to be sfw since they’re my comfort characters. Sorry if it’s confusing, I’m ESL. I love your writing, have an amazing time zone! (I think Luke would be interesting in this scenario) -⭐️anon

Heey! Thank you for the request! Here's the drabble with the plot: A disease that only affects humans and turns them into temporary vampires. ( I hope I understood correctly (►__◄) )

Why won't you let me help you?⋆.˚

Gender-Neutral MC༘ ⋆｡˚

The disease struck without warning, turning ordinary humans that step in devildom into temporary vampires, craving blood and darkness. MC found themselves paralyzed with fear as they read the notice in RAD’s newspaper and horrified by the potential harm they could cause, they locked themselves away in their room, avoiding contact with anyone, especially the seven brothers they had grown close to.

As the days passed, MC's isolation deepened, almost in a depressing way. They missed the chaos and laughs the brothers gave them, their thoughts consumed by guilt and fear. The human couldn't bear the idea of hurting the ones they cared about, even unintentionally. 

But this evening, a knock echoed through the silence of their room, followed by a familiar low, imposing voice.

"MC, open up. It's Lucifer," came the confident, almost arrogant voice of the demon who embodied pride itself.

Despite recognizing Lucifer's voice, MC hesitated. They couldn't bring themselves to face him, not when they feared their own newfound powers.

"Go away, Lucifer," MC called out, their voice trembling with apprehension. "I don't want to hurt anyone."

There was a scoff from the other side of the door, followed by a low chuckle. "Hurt me? You underestimate my abilities," Lucifer replied, his tone dripping with self-assurance. "I am Lucifer, the avatar of pride. Do you truly believe you could harm me? Just if I allow you to do so."

MC's heart pounded in their chest as they considered Lucifer's words. They knew he was one of the most powerful demons in devildom, but their fear was too great to risk it.

"I don't want to take that chance," MC confessed, their voice barely above a whisper. "Please, just leave me alone."

There was a moment of silence before Lucifer spoke again, his tone softer, almost gentle. "Why won't you let me help you? Hiding away won't make it pass. You're stronger than you realize, and you have friends who care about you. Everybody is concerned"

Tears welled up in MC's eyes as they listened to Lucifer's words. Despite his cocky demeanor, there was a hint of genuine concern in his voice, one that he only showed when around them.

Slowly, hesitantly, MC unlocked the door, revealing Lucifer standing before them with a knowing smile.

As Lucifer stepped into the room, his presence seemed to fill the space with an aura of confidence and reassurance. With a flick of his wrist, he closed the door behind him, the click of the lock echoing in the silence.

"MC, there's no need to be afraid," Lucifer said, his voice soft but commanding. "I'm here to help." The eldest looks around, noticing how dark the room was.

MC's heart fluttered nervously as they watched Lucifer approach, their instincts screaming at them to flee. 

"I... I don't know if I can control it," MC admitted, their voice barely above a whisper. "What if I hurt you?"

Lucifer's smile was reassuring as he reached out, gently placing a hand on MC's shoulder. "Trust me, darling. I've faced far worse than a temporary vampire."

With a poised determination, Lucifer tilts his head back, exposing the smooth expanse of his neck. "Here," his voice, a low murmur, invites MC, his offering laden with an underlying allure. "Take what you need. Just a small taste to soothe your hunger."

MC hesitates, caught in a tempest of conflicting desires. Yet, the relentless ache of hunger propels them forward, and the sight of Lucifer's skin proves too enticing to resist.

Their eyelids flutter closed, and leaning in, MC's fangs brush against the supple skin of Lucifer's neck. A teasing lick against his Adam’s apple elicits a shiver from Lucifer, a soft chuckle escaping his lips.

Bold human…

A tremor courses through them as the warmth of Lucifer's blood meets their lips, its flavor boiling temptation and desire. A soft hiss escapes Lucifer's lips, his fingers instinctively finding purchase on MC's waist, drawing them closer into an embrace.

In that fleeting moment of intimacy, the hunger subsides, replaced by a tranquil sense of fulfillment. As they reluctantly part, their eyes lock with Lucifer's, a silent exchange of gratitude and understanding lingering in the charged atmosphere.

"Thank you, Luci..." MC whispered while breathing heavily, their voice filled with emotions.

Lucifer's smile deepens, a glimmer of pride dancing in his eyes. "You're stronger than you realize, MC. And remember, I'll always be here to offer support... or a drop of blood, should you require it. This will pass. Would you like me to stay with you?"

With a newfound sense of assurance blooming within, MC nods, reassured by the knowledge that they no longer face their struggles alone. "Please," they murmur softly.

Throughout the evening, they find solace in each other's presence, cuddling on the bed. As exhaustion finally claims MC's consciousness, they drift into a peaceful slumber, cradled in Lucifer's strong arms.

Once they're asleep, the avatar of pride reaches for his phone, capturing a tender moment with a click. With a gentle smile, he sends the image to the group chat with his brothers, accompanied by the words, "They're doing just fine."

Drabble prompts you can use in your requests!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #omswd #obey me one master to rule them all #evllsposts #obey me drabble #obey me writing #obey me scenarios #evllsasks #obey me lucifer #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me luci x reader #obey me luci x mc #obey me lucifer x mc #obey me x mc #I'm sorry if that's not what you meant(≧へ≦) #obey me gn!reader

[kittysarchive]

u can make this a sfw reaction or nsfw but how woukd the enhypen members react to someone blowing the readers phone while there trying to spend valuable time with them

okayyyy did sfw with a side of cute jealousy

warnings- members are a bit self conscious, cute jealousy?

Heeseung

Hearing the beeps from your phone, the constant lighting up, vibrating on the table...all the while you were almost oblivious to the attention your mobile device was receiving.

"Whose that?" Heeseung abruptly stops the conversation. Motioning to the phone you quickly pick it up, seeing who was blowing up your phone.

"Just a work colleague" You brush Heeseung off, smiling at the phone while you reply to the 'colleague'. Seeing your smile, he wanted if you smiled that hard when he sent you messages...who was this person?

"What are you talking about?" Placing the phone down, you yet again try to brush him off.

'Baby It's her baby shower, I'm helping her plan it" With a small smile, you couldn't hide how you thought he looked so cute, so cute with his eyes filled with Jealousy.

Jay

Life was busy. Jay understood that. But, how come did you phone start blowing up when you were watching a film together? It wasn't the vibrations that annoyed Jay, it was not knowing who was behind the scenes. Getting tired of the constant buzzing, he finally asked you who it was.

"Who's blowing you up?" He peers his head to get a glance at you phone. As you turn it on, he see's a very masculine name pop up.

"Just John" Only introducing more questions to his head, Jay needs to know who 'John' is.

"But who is here?" He persist. The film had gone away, he wanted to know the mans identity.

"My second cousin, you met him last year" At his rush to know this man, hearing last year sent a flood of memories. John.... He already had a child and another was coming on the way, how did he forget?

Jake

Jake couldn't handle it anymore. You were at a very nice restaurant, on a very nice day wearing very nice clothes and eating a very nice meal. But to ruin this experience, was your phones buzzing.

Seeing you leave to go to the bathroom; he quickly took your phone from the table. Not knowing your password, he just needed to know the contact's name.

Jakes eyes scanned over the screen. Many contacts showed, the most common one being Sarah. You sister.

Mentally slapping himself, Jake shouldn't have been this anxious, this jealous...this insecure of who could have been blowing up your phone. Setting it on the table, he waited until you came back.

Sunghoon

Although you phone was on silent, that didn't stop your phone from lighting up. Sunghoon's eyes were drawn to the bright light. At a candle lit dinner...your phone held all of his attention.

"So who is it?" Sunghoon stated, oud and clear. He wanted to know who was ruining his nice, romantic dinner with you.

"Uh....My boss from work" Your Boss had been calling you, texting you and emailing you. Trying to get a hold of you so you could be up an extra shift.

Placing your phone on your lap, you hoped it would bring Sunghoon's attention to you and not your phone.

Sunoo

Driving home from the cinemas, all was well until your phones buzzing was on the verge of distracting him as he drove home.

"Is it a guy" Sunoo's eyes don't stray away from the road as he integrates you.

"Oh uh...." Keeping a scared face, you muck around with him. Sunoo on the other hand who was serious. Not getting the fun vibe, he believes it must be a guy....were you cheating on him?

Feeling the change, you notice Sunoo grip the wheel tighter. Did he not hear the laugh in your voice? You facing away so he couldn't see your dumb smile?

"I'm joking Sunoo it's just my work group chat" You place your phone on silent. Hoping the mood in the car will change, hoping Sunoo will trust you.

Jungwon

Jungwon is usually patient with you.... usually patient when mishaps happen such as traffic or food taking forever to arrive. What he is not patient about is phones constantly buzzing, like yours.

"Baby who is it" He gives his full attention to your phone. He was no longer patient. Taking your phone out of your handbag, you unlock your phone. Being met with the numerous calls from your ex... you weren't sure how to respond to Jungwon.

Seeing how your face frowned, seeing how you were hesitant to answer Jungwon, he knew it was someone you didn't like.

"M-my ex" You quickly swipe the notifications away, turning off your phone as well. Jungwon himself frowned, he hoped you weren't doing anything or he was asking for anything...

#enhypen scenarios #enhypen headcanons #enhypen fluff #enhypen soft hours #enhypen soft thoughts #enha

[mncxbe]

ihihi a bit unsure if your requests are open (I don't think I've read that they're closed? But it couldve been an oversight on my part iiii dunno) but if they are, could I rq sfw prompt #5 w/ Denji (´▽｀*)?

ok so technically my prompts are closed cuz I don't have that much time to write but it's Denji i can't say no to him😳 i loved writing this hihi hope you like it♡

5– helping you cope with period cramps

"Denji— hurry up please"

Your voice was weak, barely above a pained whine, piercing through the silence of your apartment. The blond shut the entrance door, hastly discarding his shoes in the hallway. "I'm coming right away, Y/N. Hang in there"

You've always warned your boyfriend about how bad your periods could get, but he was lucky enough not to see you at your worst during the few months you've been dating. Well, not until now. When you texted him earlier that day to cancel your date because of your cramps he knew he had to help somehow.

So here he was, stumbling into your bedroom with a handful of boxes of sweets, sodas and a cat plushie. Denji's face dropped when he saw you curled up under the futon, your face scrunched up in pain as you struggled to breathe. "Hey, pretty, how are you?" he asked softly, placing the gifts he carried on the mattress next to you– chocolate truffles, biscuits dipped in vanilla cream, soft cookies, canned cake and cherry flavoured fizzy drinks.

"I didn't know what would help so I got all your favourites" he smiled shyly, pushing the pile of treats closer to you "And I hope you like the cat. The label says it's called Pusheen so... it was pretty cute. I thought you could hold it when you sleep when I'm not here."

God, he was so sweet. Although you've been dating for a while now, Denji was still nervous around you. He wanted everything to be perfect, more than anything, he wanted you to be happy and well; and knowing that there was no actual way for him to magically cure your cramps left him helpless. He babbled on and on about making you tea, running you a hot bath– should you even take a bath? he offered to go and buy more sweets, or maybe give you a massage? It could help. You felt your heart swell at his heartfelt words.

Reaching a hand out towards him, you ran your thumb over his thig, making Denji visibly tense up under your touch. His brown eyes peered down at you "Just come cuddle me, okay?" you smiled and he complied. The air in the room felt cold against your skin as he lifted the blanket and nestled himself next to you. You moved closer to him, hooking your leg over his thigh to pull yourself flush against him and Denji hugged your waist. His deft fingers slipped past the hem of your tshirt and rested on your lower back. Your skin felt warm, almost feverish as he started massaging your back. "Is this okay?" he hummed contently and you nodded, letting out a deep exhale.

The newfound closeness managed to soothe your pain a little– the comfort of his embrace, his warmth, that sweet, syrupy scent of his made it all better. Hell, you were oddly grateful your cramps were so bad this month. If they weren't, you wouldn't get to hold him like this. Lifting your head up from the crook of his neck, you trailed your lips along his jaw before pressing a quick kiss to the corner of his lips. Your boyfriend pouted, totally unsatisfied with the halfass kiss he got and you couldn't hold in your laughter. Sweet, he was so sweet.

So you kissed him again, your lips lingering above his as a content smile etched itself on your features "Thank you, Denji. It's perfect" And it was. He was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.

#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ #chainsaw man #csm #csm x reader #denji my beloved #csm denji #chainsaw man denji #denji x reader #chainsaw man x reader #denji #csm fluff

[samioli]

I humbly ask for your NaruMitsu headcanons. Please

OOOOH man. this is hard to think on the spot but ill try my best! SFW headcanons:

-Phoenix is Bi. He also experimented with larry in college, you cannot convince me otherwise fdsnjkdsf

-Miles is gay (in my mind) and also demisexual!

-phoenix has ADHD and BPD, Miles is autistic

-Miles either makes too little eye contact or too MUCH eye contact. no in between

-Miles may pretend to be indifferent, but he LOVESSSS phoenix's scruffy look during the 7yg. finds it v hot and wants to stim on his stubble

sorry i cannot think of anymore sfw headcanons JNDFKJNDSFJK

NSFW Headcanons

-I think they're switches, but I think Miles leans more into being submissive of the two of them. Just my opinion! and i think he can def be dominant, especially if phoenix wants that.

-going off of that, i think it takes time for him to be comfortable with that too. In my head, he's tried to hook up with other men in the past, but he always felt sick to his stomach when trying. He thought for a while if he was in control that would help, and i think part of him def wants to be in control when he's with strangers, but once he's with phoenix he learns that he can start to let go of some of that control in a safe, loving environment. and eventually he's like putty in phoenix's hands

-Once Miles and Phoenix start dating, miles at this point thinks he's asexual and "warns" phoenix, bc he's concerned it might be a dealbreaker. phoenix totally understands, tells him they never have to have sex if that was what was comfortable for miles, that he loves Miles as a person. miles is so smitten with this man

-Phoenix often checks in with Miles during like kissing and everything if its all okay, and one day when they're making out, Phoenix pulls back and asks him if he's okay--Phoenix with his hair a lil messy and his checks flushed and lips swollen. and miles is like. oh

-He feels himself actually WANTING to touch phoenix and make him look even MORE disheveled and he's just SO overwhelmed but in a GOOD way and he WANTs

i think it goes down like this:

Phoenix: "U-Uh, Miles? Should we, uh--hnghh--sl-slow down, or…?" Miles stops for a moment: "Would you like to stop?" Phoenix, sheepish: "W-Well, no, but what about you? Isn't this--?" Miles: "Wright. I'm quite certain if you do not take your trousers off right this second, I will surely explode." Phoenix: Phoenix, internally: ᴏʜ ᴍʏ ғᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ɢᴏᴅ ᴛʜᴀᴛs sᴏ ʜᴏᴛ

-once thats out in the open, miles is fucking KINKY. and a horndog. me and sapphirewine have joked that they're just going at it over and over again until phoenix runs dry bc miles is insatiable now that he feels like this

-miles def has some like, fantasy kinks. micro/macro. unrelastic kinks like that. cum jar who said that

-and phoenix is just a pure freak he's like YEAH SURE!!! WHAT ELSE!!!!! YOU WANNA BE THE NAUGHTY YEAST TO MY BAKER?

-they are so weird and i love them for it

-it gets to the point where its like they always "yes and" each other during sex. this is both good and bad. good bc they're in a loving relationship where they can trust each other and they're very similar with their kinks so they bond over that. Bad in the sense that they be having sex roleplay where, as sapph said once, "spilled milk on aisle 6 and grocery store employee" they'll somehow do it. i believe in them.

-they have very few limits i feel

-again. both good and bad dkfjndjksfn

my brain is getting sleepy so ill end it here but i hope you enjoyed my rambling!

#narumitsu #miles edgeworth #phoenix wright #ace attorney

[v6rus]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀† SWEET LIES - ©v6rus

⠀⠀⠀⟡⠀ cw: sfw. angst, fluff, established relationship, insecurities, kissing, comfort, male reader, might sound rushed (?), short drabble.

⠀𓏵⠀⠀❀⠀⠀if this is what you want, i'll give it all to you. / let me tell you what's on my mind, sorry i can't be that guy.

there was a stark silence in the room. between the both of you — you and jay — the only sound audible was your breathing and the low hum of the fan beside you. summer was in full swing, the sun shining through the large window onto your floor. it illuminated both of your faces; it lit up the anticipation present on his features. in his eyes, you had been behaving weirdly, like you had something you weren't sharing with him. it was obvious with how you pushed him away when he tried to get too close.

"baby," he spoke. his voice was much steadier than he expected it to be. "what's wrong? why are you keeping me at arm's length? please just talk to me."

the hurt in his voice made your heart ache. you wanted to explain everything, but there was a stagnant fear within you that prevented it. "what're you talking about?"

his lips formed into a frown, and he bit the inside of his cheek; a habit of his that seemed nearly unbreakable. "you've been acting strange. you're dismissive when i show you affection... if it's something i did, i'm sorry. i can't change if you don't tell me what's wrong."

again, your heart shattered at his words. it was like jay to blame himself before considering the other factors in the relationship — before blaming you. "no, no. it's not- it's not anything you did." you swallowed the thickness that had climbed up your throat, continuing as best as you could. "there's just a lot happening." typical of you to settle for the most cliche truth. vagueness was doing nothing for your case, in fact, it was only making his brain run rampant with how he could've had a part in stressing you out.

"is there anything in particular on your mind? anything i can help with?" he asked. jay was never a desperate man, but in this moment, he seemed more desperate than anything to close the distance you had put him at. he wanted to be with you, he wanted to hear every thought and worry you had.

you stared at him for a moment before speaking again. you figured it wasn't fair to keep him in the dark. inhaling deeply, you directed your gaze to the ground. "i'm just.. worried about how i'll affect you in the long run. am i a good match for you? can i be? is that possible?"

he listened, his eyebrows furrowing. "baby, look at me." he leaned forward, grabbing your chin and directing your eyes toward his. "i understand you're scared. i know it frightens you to be this close to me. but i can't help you if you stay to yourself. we can't continue in a healthy manner if you don't talk to me. please, just let me in. i'll be gentle with you, i promise."

you sighed softly, nodding. "then... i'll try harder. i love you, jay. i'm sorry." as he held his arms out, you leaned into him, allowing him to encase you in a warm embrace.

"don't apologize," he mumbled, running his fingers through your hair. "it's normal to overthink things, but i just don't want you to suffer like this. you can always talk to me."

your eyes were watering by now, and you sniffled. "you're so perfect. i don't deserve you."

he pulled back a little, tilting your head up again to meet his gaze. wiping your tears away, his voice softened just a little more. "don't say that, you're not undeserving of anything. i'm so lucky to have you, y/n." he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. his lips trailed down; your temple, your cheek, before hovering over yours. he didn't want to frighten or overwhelm you, hesitancy making his movement halt. "can i kiss you?"

nodding, you leaned up into him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. the softness of his lips was tantalizing, drawing you in. you settled for a couple soft kisses before pulling back. his eyes were sparkling, like he was entranced merely by your existence. "wanna take a nap?"

"jay, it's 9 am.."

"so? i wanna hold you."

"..."

"pleaseeee?"

"okay."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  𓈒 ◌     𑁍 ⃝ ֹ 𓈒

soul speaks! not proofread. do not copy my gfx, or give me unsolicited writing advice. please like and reblog to show your support. <3

#﹙ ♱ ﹚ 𝓻.𝒌𝒊𝒗𝒆 #enhypen #jay enhypen #kpop #male reader #angst #enhypen jay #enha #park jongseong #male reader angst #m!reader #enha x you #enha x reader #fluff

[itsraven0v0]

Could you please do Krauser with an s/o that loves to cook and take care of him?

Ask and you shall receive~

B4 u read: there is another headcanon I've planned for him(both sfw and nsfw) that I might MIGHT post. I kinda want that one to be special and unique since there r so many of em so it will take a while.

This one is just fluff. Enjoy

KRAUSER WITH A SWEETHEART S/O

Let's be honest here, despite all our demons and f*cked up edges, we are all sweethearts here. Anyone who can love the fictional men we love has a heart of gold.

It doesn't really matter how you were living before, what was your job, you two are now here. Your job required you to work with US SOCOM for a while and a certain major happened to be assigned to work with you. He was butt hurt at this at first but he knew better, he had to obey the orders. For a while you two just merely knew of eachother existence. Well...atleast it was this way for Krauser. but this didn't last long when you started to show him kindness.

It started with bringing him coffee or sweets when you brought yourself some in the morning. Hoping that would make his brows soften and him less grumpy.

Krauser was confused at first because, surprisingly you guessed his coffee right. Lucky guess huh? His favourite snack too But bro he snapped when you invited him home and made his favourite food.

Like what in the super stalker! This can't be just a lucky thing.

"Alright you say who you are right now or you are not picking up that spoon, ever."

But his tensed shoulders eased up a little when you started cackling and told him that a certain rookie of his helped you find out a food he likes.

After that u guys started to go to eachother houses alot. Working on your shared job till 4 am and then passing out on the pile of pepper work.

Then he would wake up to the smell of breakfast and the sound of your kettle along with a warm feeling of...home. something he longed for and forgot among the coldness of the army. You'd greet him with a big bright smile and his knees got weak!

(This para is for my fellow smokers.) Sometimes you smoke and he would shoot glances at you when he thought you wouldn't notice. Sometimes he would light your cigarret himself when yours didn't work. You asked him if he smokes too since he has a lighter but he just shook his head and said he quit a while ago.

Krauser didn't notice it comming at all but one day he found himself looking for your face among the people with bland green uniforms and that's when he realized smth was up with him...

I headcanon this man as a typa person who would be like "who said we were friends" but then would show up at your door at 1 am well because... the reason he says may vary but they all mean he misses you and you are all for it.

You'd pat this guys head as if he isn't a super intimidating WAR MACHINE and he can't really do anything about it. You are touchy and he has gotten used to it. You are also damn praising and soft towards him. You may be polite to others but you treat him wayyyy softer.

Things were going pretty...good between the two of you. No it wasn't cupcakes and rainbows he was an army man he had a rough shell that you worked so hard to break through but things were beginning to look good...His face begin to soften when looking at you....however your shared assignment soon ended when he was assigned to an important operation.

Javier.

Part 2 anyone?👁

#jack krauser #re4 krauser #re4 remake #resident evil 4 #darkside chronicles #headcanon #delulu

[captainsphinxart]

Hello everyone ! I finally post the first chapter of my very first fanfiction. I hope you will all like it! Don't hesitate to tell me your opinion. Completely SFW Summary: 10 years after the events of Hogwarts Legacy, Amelia (my MC) and Sebastian are now aurors assigned to the task to find the new leader of the Ashwinders, the younger brother of Victor Rookwood. Their investigations lead them back to Hogwarts where they get to become professors to stay undercover. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

My Heart's in the Highlands

A Hogwarts Legacy FanFic, 10 years later.

Chapter One : Paperwork

Amelia was hard at work in the Auror's office on this beautiful and sunny monday morning. She was busy writing a report on her last investigation. Yet the young Auror was struggling to remember today's date which she needed to write on it. Her mind was simply elsewhere, thinking of how she could be enjoying a nice walk in the countryside as she felt the warmth of the sun caressing her face through the window. Although she had the chance to travel the country with her work and often explore the countryside to hunt dark wizards, she missed her blithesome days at Hogwarts. At that time of her life, she had the freedom and time to roam the Highlands and discover their secrets, of enjoying sunny afternoons lying in the grass with the ones she loved. Flashes of tender teenage memories crossed Amelia's mind, and the need of writing the date on her report was now a distant memory.

That is when a familiar voice, which at first she thought was coming from her memories, brought her back to reality. “Amelia? Would you like a coffee?”, Sebastian pronounced softly as he delicately put his hand on her shoulder, obviously understanding she was daydreaming. The grey-haired witch jumped slightly, however part of her was still away. As, indeed, Sebastian's voice was already part of the memories she was reminiscing about, before he even pronounced these words. In her daydreamings, he was still the conflicted mischievous Slytherin boy she fell in love with. He was still that Scottish freckled teen with brown messy hair, a mysterious grin on his face and yet terribly sad dark eyes. After a few seconds, Amelia got a grip on herself and her gaze crossed his. She realised her day inside wasn't that dull in fact. With him by her side, almost everyday was a sunny day. Now she could see before her eyes the man this boy had become. Although the wounds of the past had not been fully healed yet, he radiated with happiness, especially around Amelia. Sebastian was now a proud young auror, with a determined attitude and elegant looks. However, the messy hair remained, the Feldcroft boy was still there inside. Whenever Amelia took a moment to observe the young wizard, she saw both past and present Sebastian, witnessing how far he had come. This made her love him even more and she was immensly proud of him. Finally, the most recent addition to her boyfriend's look was a moustache. Yet another reason to love him more. She remembered with endearment the evening spent with Sebastian in the Three Broomsticks at the end of their seventh year when she suggested to him the moustache look. They chatted around a good butterbeer of what they would look like as Aurors in the future. Amelia could clearly see him with a neat little moustache. And to think that now what she imagined became true.

All of these thoughts crossed Amelia's mind as she looked at her boyfriend, who was still waiting for her answer. “I'm sorry dear, it seems my mind did not want to be here. I would love a coffee, please.”, observed the young witch, smiling tenderly to her lover. “I didn't realise it was pause time already”, she murmured, almost to herself. “Alright then, I'll go make some coffee.” Sebastian said ending his sentence with a soft kiss on her head. “You should go for a small walk, even inside, it'll wake you up.” he concluded. He was just about to turn away when Amelia stopped him. “Sebastian wait! One more thing. What is the date today? I feel like my mind's a bit foggy. I can't remember.”, the witch confessed. “The date? Ha ha ha! You really do need to wake up! Today's Monday the 10th of September 1900.”, Sebastian answered. With these words, Amelia got up fastly from her chair, as if to finally put an end to her state of half-sleep. A caring chuckle escaped the young man's mouth while seeing this scene. He then walked away to make coffee, with a grin on his face. He was probably trying to come up with something to tease her a bit, as he always did. As for Amelia, she sighed as she remember all the work she had to do after the pause. She brushed her skirt with a swift and expert motion of her hands. She pulled a little the ends of her brown velvety vest to put it back in place. And she brought her loose hair behind her back. Having a respectable appearance while walking through the office corridors was utterly important to Amelia. Anyone would agree this was very Ravenclaw of her. Feeling satisfied with her looks, she walked to the door of their office.

After entering the corridor, Amelia closed the door of her office, took a deep breath to prepare for whoever she would meet, and took a glance left and right. Her careful behaviour was due to the fact that, although passing her Auror training with flying colors and having made her marks in the job for three years, the young witch was still one of the few female Aurors at the moment. She had to suffer frequent comments from her coworkers, even though most of the time unintentionnal. Amelia knew how to defend herself but still, this situation made her a bit nervous. No one was in sight in the endless corridor of the Ministry, with its dusty red carpeting and gloomy portraits of former Head Aurors. Amelia always thought the Ministry had a strange and heavy atmosphere, she felt uncomfortable here.

She decided to walk in the direction of the Head Auror's office, maybe she would have the chance to chat sometime with him. The Head Auror at the time was Maynard Dunn who had been chosen for his skills and not for the reknown of his family. He proved his capacities many times in breaking many Poacher networks up in the United Kingdom. This 45 year-old wizard was the one who recognised Amelia and Sebastian as useful recruits and approved their application. He quickly became a mentor to both of them. Amelia appreciated him especially for the fact that he made no difference between her and male Aurors. Unfortunately, to reach Dunn's office, Amelia needed to cross one of the open cublicles where the other Aurors worked. Part of her feared their comments, but what were some looks and comments to someone who had single-handedly vanquished Ranrok as a fifteen year-old. The young witch gathered her courage and opened the door to the cubicle.

There, she met the one person she feared to meet: Dunn's secretary. He was a small and round man who tended to forget Amelia was an Auror, although being a woman. “Ah! Miss Grayson, I was hoping to see you this morning. I am still waiting for your report.”, he exclaimed while checking his notebook. “I am currently working on it, sir.”, Amelia answered politely. “Currently? Obviously not since you're there in front of me.”, barked the little man. Amelia was boiling, she wished she could change him into a quill and use it to write her report. As she was about to answer, the secretary ignored her and turned away to talk to another Auror: “Good day to you Agent McLaggen, how was your week-end?”. “Agent?”, Amelia thought to herself, “I never get to be called Agent Grayson...”. There was no point in remaining here. She took a quick glance at the buzzing office: some Aurors where laughing around a cup of coffee, some others where writing frenetically on brand new parchment, while others were frowning incredibly hard at their files as if they were suffering from extreme pains. Amelia then continued her walk to the Head Auror's office and left the cubicle to enter another corridor. She was almost there when she met exactly who she wanted to, Maynard Dunn. Surprisingly enough, the man was accompanied by a teen girl with long dark hair. She gave a penetrating look to Amelia which caught her off-guard. Thousands of questions where running through her mind as she approached the unusual duo.

Hearing the young Auror's footsteps on the carpeting, Dunn turned towards her and smiled. The teen's face remained cold, she seemed to be analysing Amelia from head to toe. The silver-haired witch pretended not to notice it and gave Maynard Dunn a handshake. “I'm glad you're here Amelia, there is an important matter we need to discuss.”, the Head Auror told her. “I'm all ears sir, but I just have one question. I don't recall we take interns, don't we ?”, immediately replied Amelia with her signature delicate sarcasm that would have made Sebastian melt if he was here. She gave a head sign in direction of the teen girl. The black-haired teen raised an eyebrow at this and her eyes were casting sparks of defiance. Amelia only smiled at her, already feeling a good chemistry between them. “Excuse me ladies, I almost forgot the introductions. Amelia, this is my niece Yana. I am escorting her to her trial for underage sorcery. It's only a simple formality as she was protecting herself but the ministry insists in using this case as an example. Yana, meet Amelia Grayson, she is one of my most valued agents.”, explained Dunn.

Amelia was particularly surprised by this underage sorcery trial story, as she had never been investigated over her use of magic outside of Hogwarts when she was Yana's age. And this law was already in place at the time. The young witch used to fight dark wizards and goblins in the Highlands as if she was already an Auror, and the ministry never said anything. “Nice to meet you Yana, what house are you in ?”, finally said Amelia offering the teenager her hand to shake. Yana seemed reticent at first, but she ended up returning Amelia her handshake. “I'm a proud Slytherin. And let me guess, you used to be in Ravenclaw, am I right?”, answered Yana with a teasing smile. Amelia could not hold back a giggle as she realised how obvious she was. At the same time, she felt like she was back ten years ago in the corridors of Hogwarts. That made a thrilling feeling of both nostalgia and excitement buzz in her chest, the feeling of Hogwarts. “That's wonderful, I've always got along well with Slytherins.” answered back Amelia with a smile.

Her attention was then quickly drawn back to the “important matter” the Head Auror mentioned. “So? What was it you wanted to tell me?”, asked the young Auror to Dunn, her face suddenly serious. Dunn took a quick glance around him as if he feared someone could be spying on them. The Head Auror suggested they should join Sebastian in their office as he needed to hear it too. Unlike other Aurors, Sebastian and Amelia had a shared office of their own, as they were assigned to a special case of national importance. The Head Auror had them in high esteem, which was the reason why he assigned them to the surveillance of the Ashwinder network. Considering the duo's unusually high experience with Ashwinders for their young age, it was obvious they would be assigned to this matter. They had to continue what they had started as Hogwarts students, especially for Amelia who helped take down Victor Rookwood himself. Amelia and Sebastian had been hard at work on this matter recently, with the help of various Aurors in the field.

Whispers had been spreading across the country about the rise of a new leader for the Ashwinders. A young dark wizard was rummored to be gaining power among the organisation. This wizard was no less that Victor Rookwood's younger brother, Hector Rookwood. The Aurors knew little about this man or about his true intentions, although they feared he could be seeking revenge. They also were unaware of his exact location since Rookwood Castle was under the control of the Ministry now. Finding his location was their primary goal and any information was good to take. It appeared as though this man learned from the mistakes of his brother and knew how to hide from the authorities. Hector Rookwood was a shadow. Trying to find this man was like trying to catch smoke, trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. For now at least, as Rookwood and his Ashwinders would start to act sooner or later. And Amelia had the feeling what Maynard Dunn wanted to tell them could be of a great help in their research. All three of them went back to Amelia and Sebastian's office.

When Amelia crossed the cubicle she passed in earlier, now in company of the Head Auror, all came quiet and stared at them. Some looks where filled with jealousy towards Amelia. The trio quickly reached the office and entered. As soon as he saw them, Sebastian raised an eyebrow, then gave Amelia a questioning look. To which, the silver-haired girl answered, as if she knew what he was about to ask before even hearing it. “Mr. Dunn has something important to tell us, Seb. And this is Yana, his niece who's here at the Ministry for her underage sorcery trial.” Sebastian took a glance at the teenager, “Slytherin attitude” he thought. He then hit the Head Auror with his piercing gaze and his mischievous smile. “So, sir? What is it?”

Dunn cleared his throat and asked all of them to sit. “I have bad news, which are sort of good news for you, my young Aurors.” Amelia and Sebastian exchanged an excited look, expecting to learn something about Hector Rookwood. “The reason why my niece here has been charged for underage sorcery is she defended herself and an old man. They were attacked by a small group of dark wizards in the countryside of Hogwarts. You two more than anyone know that these kind of attacks are extremely rare. Last time it happened you were still at Hogwarts. However, the reason I'm telling you this is because... They were attacked by Ashwinders.”

Amelia glanced at Sebastian. The young man was frowning, he was staring at his feet. She already knew his blood was starting to boil. After sometime, he broke the silence. “When did it happen?”, he said coldly. Dunn was about to answer but his niece was quicker. “About a month ago.” said the young Slytherin. Dunn did not wanted her to interviene but it was too late. Sebastian, who was still staring at his feet, suddenly sat up straight and gave a black look to the Head Auror. Amelia wondered if she should interviene. She knew how upset he was about the fact that Dunn waited so long to inform them, and worse kept the information secret to everyone. In a fraction of seconds, Sebastian stood up and leaned towards Dunn from across his desk. His partner could feel he was trying to fight his anger. “With all due respect sir, why? Why did you wait so long to tell us? WHAT IF THESE ASHWINDERS HAD PLANNED OTHER ATTACKS? IF WE HAD KNOWN WE COULD HAVE PREVENTED THEM! YOU'RE LUCKY THIS IS HYPOTHETIC!” Amelia gently took the young man's arm and suggested him to sit with a soft pat on the shoulder. “Please, dear, calm down. I hate seeing you like this... And I'm sure Mr. Dunn had good reasons to do so and planned every possibility. At least I hope so.” With these words, the freckled wizard took a seat and gave her a pitiful look. “I'm sorry...”, Sebastian whispered before looking away to the window. He noticed the bright morning sun had already been covered by clouds. London's heavy pollution was not helping either.

On the side, Yana who realised she had made a mistake hid her eyes behind her fringe. As to Amelia she only gave Dunn a deeply concerned look. The Head Auror finally spoke. “I understand your anger Sebastian. However, I needed a moment before telling you two, to do some arrangements.” Dunn paused to evaluate their reaction. They both were expecting him to continue and their serious frowns were clear. Dunn smiled. “As we finally have intel on aggressive and unusual Ashwinder activity, I'm sure you two will want to investigate further the region. Which means you'll need a place to stay, a cover and an office. I have found a perfect solution to that and went through the required formalities. Said formalities that took about a month.” Dunn paused again, to create some suspense. Amelia and Seb appeared to be surprised. “It came to my attention that even though the school year has already started, Hogwarts is still lacking a Defense Against the Dark Arts professor and an Ancient Studies professor. And there I thought, you two would be perfect for these jobs and it would be the perfect cover. As I said I contacted Professor Weasley and you will start next week.”

Amelia's jaw dropped. As for Sebastian, he appeared to be confused, he did not know how to react. Both of them stayed silent as they were speechless. “So, Professor Grayson you will teach DADA and Professor Sallow you will teach Ancient Studies. You will have a room in Hogwarts and the local agents will assist you if needed. Esop Sharp will make you a presentation of the local Auror network as soon as you arrive. I have already booked two Hogwarts Express tickets and organised the transfer of your belongings. I also charged my secretary to order all the supplies you need for your job.” Amelia finally managed to speak although still being somehow confused. “Are you sure about all this sir?” The Head Auror grinned and reassured her. “Well haven't you both told me about the fact you wanted to slowly find a way to settle down a bit? I'm sure having a job at Hogwarts, although for now being to investigate and fight dark wizards, will end up being the best path to a calmer life.” Finally, Amelia and Sebastian shared a look, they both agreed with Dunn's proposition. Though it was more an order than a proposition.

“Alright, we'll do that.”, agreed Sebastian. “Fantastic! I must say this situation was unhoped for. Professor Hecat retired last year and the school has been struggling to find a new teacher. Same thing for the position of Ancient Studies professor, it has been difficult to make a long term contract with a professor for this subject ever since Eleazar Fig's passing.” At the mention of Professor Fig's name, Sebastian immediately grabbed Amelia's hand to make sure she was alright. Of course it hurt, but she was eager to return to Hogwarts. She would see the Highlands again.

#hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #hogwarts oc #sebastian x mc #hogwarts legacy fanart #hogwarts legacy mc #wizarding world #hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hogwarts legacy sebastian #hogwarts legacy fandom

[wynnyfryd]

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🏷️ Is there a tag you like to search for when looking for fanfics to read?

oh lord. alright well let me not overshare my smut preferences at 10:30am and just give the sfw answer instead lmaooo

i love a good “Character A Has A Crush On Character B” or “Character is a Sweetheart” tag. also the tag “Eddie Munson Has ADHD” has never failed me

🥳 Why did you start writing fanfic?

mostly because i needed an outlet for the brainrot, partly because my fandom friends said “wouldn’t it be great if (story idea)?” and i thought “yeah i could do that for you, brb”

📗 Do you want to write something outside of fanfiction? If so, what about?

short answer: yes

long answer: YES!!!! i have two movie scripts, a memoir, a lesbian summer beach read, and a ya novel rattling around inside my head. will i ever get around to writing them? tbd. maybe if there’s interest after i finish the trailer park au i’ll commit to one of them and try to be a “real” writer lol

fanfic writer asks

#thank you for the asks 😍 #writer asks #writer ask game #ask game

[puppyeared]

my attempt at making a fursona

#i never see any mole furries so i thought id try my hand at it ^_^ #i was hungry making this and was thinking of dirt cup pudding so its partly inspired by that and mario grass blocks #i dont draw furries very often so this was a fun learning experience lol. also!! star nose moles are kinda cute!!!! #when i was coming up with a name my mind kept going back to that tiktok of dogs and the tts voice saying stuff like i like mulch #mulch is my favorite food! yippee mulch!! so if youre wondering where i got the name theres the lore for it #i also wanna make a sea otter fursona.. and perhaps a snowshoe hare or other winter animal. oh or a barn owl!! #im trying to free my mind when it comes to making multiple sonas bc im still trying to wrap my head around it #ive always kinda seen myself as my persona but i want to try and be silly with it. actually while i was making this i was a little doubtful #to call it my fursona bc it doesnt look like me but a little voice inside my head was like well. youre not a 5 foot tall talking mole eithe #so you might as well. and i was thinking abt ppl with their dragon wolves with wings and i was like wow.. youre right... i can do what i #want forever. and brother that shit was enlightening it was like my third eye opened when i realized that #my art #myart #my oc #oc #fursona #mulch #furry art #sfw furry #character design #oc ref sheet #reference sheet

[merakiui]

camboy!azul thoughts.

(yandere, nsfw, unhealthy behaviors/relationship, implied murder, obsession, implied kidnapping/captivity, mention of disordered eating)

An adaptable, marketable boyfriend. That’s how he sells himself. If you want cute and submissive, he’ll don frills and lace and beg for release with tears in his pretty eyes. If you want cruel and degrading, he’ll crack a riding crop and talk down to you as if you’re nothing but filth. If you want soft and vanilla, he’ll smile sincerely and chant the sweetest things as he works himself towards an orgasm.

Azul wears these faces well, and he takes pride in what he does. Not only does camming earn him lots of Madol, it provides him with acting practice. When he confesses his undying love to viewers or acts like the jealous boyfriend who caught you sneaking out without his permission, he can try all sorts of masks and personalities. He’ll see what works and what doesn’t. His viewers eat it up, none the wiser to his actual reasons for camming. In reality, all of this is practice for your sake. He wants to be good in bed for you. He wants to be a good lover for you. He wants to say all the right things and have you fall into his arms like in the movies. He wants a storybook romance with you.

It’s you Azul thinks of before, during, and after each cam session. You’re the only one who’s capable of getting him so worked up, of filling his mind to the brim with risqué imagery and ideas. He imagines the fleshlight he uses as your hole and it spurs him onwards in his act. When he reduces himself to an utter mess, he throws his head back and thinks of how heavenly it would feel to have your lips wrapped around his dick, to kiss and hold you, to slot himself inside you while you grab at his shoulders and wrap your legs around his waist to pull him closer, all while you tell him how much you love him, how he’s the only one you’ll ever love, how you’ll always be his.

Azul wants to be your perfect, adaptable boyfriend and, hopefully, future husband. There’s just one problem. You have a significant other and the two of you have been dating for two years now. Two years. Two long, exhausting years. He despises the anniversary posts the both of you make on Magicam. He despises the photos where the both of you are backdropped by pastels and your lover pulls you in for a brief kiss. Sometimes he finds himself disliking you—only for a short moment, mind you. He could never truly hate you. It’s your lover who’s in the way, who’s disturbing the peaceful fantasies he’s working so hard to make real.

There’s another problem. You don’t know he exists. Sure, he’s walked past you on occasion, but you’ve never actually noticed him. You’ve never talked to him. You’ve never even looked in his general direction. Is it because he’s too plain? Too clumsy? Too unattractive? He’ll change himself for you. Whatever it is you like, he’ll like it, too. He’ll forgo a healthy diet in order to suit your tastes. He’ll ignore his favorite foods and snacks if it means he can look like your ideal sweetheart. He’ll do anything, so please look at him. Please acknowledge his efforts. Please love him. Only him. Reach out for him with your gentle hands and hold him tight and promise him you’ll never leave.

Azul is a master of disguises, a social chameleon who adapts to each and every situation he finds himself in. He can enchant with his silver tongue, offering hollow praise and remarks when necessary. He’ll never be artificial around you, though. He wants to pry himself open so that you can see the very truth buried within his heart. He wants to build this relationship upon trust and love and candied confessions.

There’s a new problem, one that lies in the engagement ring you boast on Magicam. He stares at his screen after having come down from another orgasmic high, his monitor blank and the stream ended, and static buzzes in his ears. He can taste his heartbeat. It’s metallic in his mouth, wet and warm. Azul doesn’t realize he’s biting his lip until the skin breaks and a thin trail runs down his chin. You’re engaged. You’re not going to break up with your lover. You love them. You’ll never love him. And once you’re married there will be no chance of wooing you, of sharing a wonderful life with you, of showing you just how good he can be when he fucks you into the mattress in the exact way you like. You’ll never look him in the eyes and tell him you adore him through pleasured wails and moans. He’ll never get to hold your hips and guide you up and down on his cock, watching you come undone like a spool of thread. He’ll never feel your warmth or hear your voice. He’ll never have you. Never. Never. Never.

Never.

This can’t be happening. He’s practiced these scenarios in front of the camera. He’s engaged in this exact situation before, playing the role of the shunned second lead, and he’s come up with ways on how to avoid that ending. He’s written pages upon pages of plans. Of what to do when the break-up tears your heart in two. Of what he’ll say. Of how he’ll swoop in and rescue you from the encroaching darkness. Those pages might as well be ash now. It means nothing when he realizes you’ll belong to someone else.

This can’t be happening. You’re the love of his life. He loves you. He needs you. He’s done so much for you. He’ll change himself again. Is that it? Do you prefer confidence? Do you like quiet men? Do you like the types who shop in bookstores, who sit in solitude in café corners? Or do you want someone strong and sensual? Do you want him to wear another style? Is business formal too much? Do you want him to be casual? Flirty? Fun? Sexy?

Adaptable. He’s adaptable. It’s fine. He can handle this. It’s not as if he sits in the dark in his room, listening to the hum of an air conditioning unit and staring at his trembling hands as he imagines how nicely yours would fit in his. He has to do something. This can’t be happening. He’ll do something. He must. He will. Azul can’t let you slip through his fingers. He’ll die if you aren’t in his arms.

His viewers don’t notice the manic glint in his eyes. It’s thinly veiled in lust as he puts on another convincing act. Today he’s your meek tutor. Tomorrow he’ll be your overprotective best friend. He is many things, but what he isn’t is yours. He’ll never be—not with that scum in the way.

There’s a solution to his problems. When he isn’t camming, he’s planning. It takes a while—weeks, months—but eventually the scheme is flawless. He knows of the repercussions. He knows he’ll be taken away from you if he’s caught. He knows you’ll be heartbroken, but when one door closes another is bound to open and Azul will squirm inside your heart until he’s mired in you and you’ve grown to appreciate him.

He wonders what inflicts the most suffering: a blade or a rope? A bullet or a sledgehammer? Blunt force trauma or slow, painful drowning? A slit throat or a shattered rib cage? He’s certain not even the ocean would want such trash, but it’s convenient and there are many desperate creatures willing to feast on human flesh, no matter how subpar it might be. Lots of humans find their watery graves in the sea floor. No one will bother looking if you’re trapped in underwater caves or at a depth no human has dared to explore. There are times when he’s proud to be an octopus merman. This is one of those times.

Azul, who wears faces like clothing, finalizes what’s left of the final chapter of the prologue—the life before the one he’ll share with you.

- - -

There’s a certain camboy you’ve often watched. He’s alluring and extremely talented, and he hides bloodstains behind carefully applied blush and a coy smile. But you’ll never know that, not until you find yourself confined in his room, chained to his bedpost.

#yandere twst #yandere azul ashengrotto #n/sfw #i had to pen these thoughts before they left my head orz #so please enjoy azul and his descent into madness #with the horror potential this concept has it will most likely become a full fic ;;;