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angelsheartts · 1 month

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୭ JEALOUSY ˚. ᵎᵎ ~

#pairing : lucifer, adam, alastor, angel dust, husk, valentino, vox, x gn reader.

#cw: jealousy?, +18 in valentino's/vox's part, suggestive content ig, cuss words lmao.

#notes: u guys don’t know how much i wanna know why lilith made a deal with adam, and how could she even fumbled lucifer.

⋆.ೃ- LUCIFER .

i don't think lucifer gets jealous easily, at least, but if he is jealous, he will surely become reallyyyy clingy and will try to show off. i mean, he's the sin of pride, after all.

being the partner of the king of hell really meant that there would always be people staring at you, even ones who had no shame at all and would flirt with you, sometimes even in front of lucifer.

"would you mind if I bought you a drink, sweetheart?" a powerful overlord asked you, making lucifer raise an eyebrow and look at the overlord with one of his annoyed characteristics expressions, and before you could even reply anything, lucifer had already bought you both the whole menu of drinks while clinging onto you. "do you think this is enough for you, (name)?" he asked, making the overlord stop bothering you both and making you gasp a soft sigh, knowing he did all of this with such an innocent face, as if he wasn’t getting annoyed just a second ago.

⋆.ೃ- ADAM .

his ego is too big for him to even consider the idea of being jealous, but boy, does he want to get rid of the fucking asshole who is talking to you.

even though you were adam's third wife/adam's first husband, you were nice to being around. not like your husband, who always made snarky comments about everything and everyone.

sometimes, though, people would flirt with you without you noticing, making your husband really irritated and dragging you away while flipping off the angel who initially flirted with you and making some snarky remarks about them. "(name), that bitch was literally fucking you with his eyes! you should have called me before, next time make sure to be around me, got it?" adam called out, making you giggle since his insults were sometimes so unexpected.

⋆.ೃ- ALASTOR .

alastor is the kind of guy who wouldn’t get jealous; maybe once an extermination you would see him acting a little possessive over you, but really, this guy knows your soul belongs to him, so why would there be a need to feel jealous?

actually, only your friends at the hazbin hotel where the only ones who knew about your relationship with alastor; it made sense, since he knew you could get in danger if someone else found out.

that didn’t meant that angel dust wouldn’t take the opportunity to flirt with you as a joke while trying to get a reaction from you. "(name), i think you would get pretty popular if you started to appear on my films" he said jokingly to you, while alastor just looked at him with his usual smile "i don’t think that (name) would want to get involved in that kind of stuff, angel dust, isn’t that right, dear?" alastor answered, kissing your cheek, and leaving you speechless since he mostly kept his affection for when the both of you where alone.

⋆.ೃ- ANGEL DUST .

for me, he may get jealous depending on who's hitting on you; if it’s some random imp, it won’t really bother him; he will just tell them to fuck off themselves and leave you alone, but if it’s someone like valentino, oh boy, he acts VERY different.

angel dust didn’t really like you being in the porn studios were he works, because he knows that valentino is waiting to say anything to you, and because he simply thinks you don’t belong in a place like that. he thinks you’re much better working at the hazbin hotel or wandering around the pride ring.

"(name), aren’t you a supportive one? you know that if you want, i could make you a star lik-" "val, we're on set soon" angel dust spoke, looking angrily at valentino. "well, looks like your little boyfriend doesn’t want me to talk to you; i’m sure we’ll have plenty of time the next time," valentino whispered, making you stand there awkwardly.

as you both were finally at the hazbin hotel, anthony asked you not to come next time, since he really didn’t want valentino talking to you ever again. "(name), you know i really don’t want to get you in trouble, and you know that outside of the studio we can do whatever the fuck we want, but still, thanks for the snack you brought." he said, smirking, and letting you cuddle into his arms like you always do after an exhausting day.

⋆.ೃ- HUSK .

husk would only get jealous or, well, mostly, frustrated if someone interrupted you both, like if you both are just having a wholesome moment and someone just steals your attention from him, he’s a cat after all AND will be grumpy afterward.

you were having a nice chat with husk while having a drink at his bar, but as he was explaining you something, alastor came along and asked you something between the lines of 'if you had seen charlie or vaggie' since he had to talk to them about some business about the hazbin hotel.

after alastor left, you turned to look at your partner, noticing how he had been growling this entire time. it wasn’t really loud, though. "tsk, that radio demon really needed to ruin the atmosphere," he said, making you give him a look "what? you know, i dislike the idea of him thinking that he can just do whatever he pleases with my stuff." hearing your partner's words, you knew you had to reassure him that even though alastor had interrupted you both, your attention was still set on him and no one else.

⋆.ೃ- VALENTINO .

he’s valentino, he surely and kind of obviously gets jealous whenever you’re talking to someone that isn’t him.

the workers in the studio know that since you worked there, you've only filmed with valentino; nobody questions why, and nobody really cares whatever reason their boss has to not let you fuck with others.

today, though, a worker intended to jokingly flirt with you. "(name), i think that if we make a video together, even the most pure souls would want to watch it" oh, well, that wasn’t even a little funny to valentino.

"such a slut for me, mmh? you really thought my sweet (name) would even think about fucking with you?" valentino smirked, while thrusting into you. he had his eyes set on the demon who flirted with you, not even caring about the fact that he was on set.

⋆.ೃ- VOX .

this man has the same jealousy problems, or even worse, than valentino. he's actually such an attention whore, so he obviously would despise everyone who tries to flirt with you.

actually everyone who works for the vees knows how jealous vox is, and that’s because this is a situation that often happens: if someone is even looking at you a little longer than usual, he will become insecure and try ANYTHING he can so he can have your attention on him. like i mentioned, he’s an attention whore.

today, the outfit that velvette chose for you might have made some people stare back at you. i mean he can’t judge them; you looked so fucking good in it, but hell does he want to have you all by himself, so what does he does? take you to his office so he can have you all by himself.

"(name)," he mutters while keeping his hands all over your body. "you knew what you were doing, huh? making everyone stare at your body, but i’m such a good partner for not making a fuss about it, right?" he asked, waiting for you to atleast praise him, 'cause like a already mentioned he’s an attention wh- lmao.

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starstruckmiraclekitty · 6 months

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Just got this idea and it made me cry ok so for 141+König where the reader suddenly walks up to him and just kisses and holds him while crying cause they love him so much and they panicked at the thought of losing him maybe sth happened and they got scared or maybe they were just thinking about it idk FUCK I love them so much can't bear the thought of anything happening to them 😭💔

141 + Königs Reactions To You Crying For/Over Them

Warnings: swearing, crying, mentions of death, mentions of bullying, angst

Simon Ghost Riley-

You hadn’t been able to find Simon all day. You chalked it up to the both of you being busy on base, but usually you’d always caught a glimpse of him throughout the day.

You had a gnawing feeling at your chest, but weren’t able to act upon it until later that night. You found Simon on the rooftop of base, staring up at the night sky as he took a drag of his cigarette.

“I thought you quit smoking.” You teased, slowly walking up to him.

When Simon didn’t give his usual witty remark in reply, you knew something was wrong. His eyes remained glued to the stars, and you could see that his eyes were red.

“Simon, are you okay?” You asked, your hand resting on top of his in a comforting gesture. “Talk to me.”

Simon tore his eyes away from the sky, and flicked his cigarette over the railing. “It’s the anniversary today.”

“Anniversary?” You asked, your brows furrowing in confusion.

“It’s been 6 years since they died.” Simon said, his voice hoarse from crying.

“Your family?” You asked, giving his hand another squeeze. In the years you’d been together, Simon had only talked about his family a few times, and you were never one to press the subject. Simon was a reserved man, and you’d don’t want to push your luck with that.

But Simon told you everything that night. Every little detail of his life when he was a child. The kind of man his father was. How his family was murdered and that the only thing he could do for them was to get revenge. No detail was spared, and once he was done speaking, Simon found a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. He’d finally let someone in.

He took a breath, and looked up at you to find you sobbing. You didn’t know what to do, other than throw yourself into Simon’s arms, gripping around his waist at tight as you possibly could.

“Simon, I am so, so sorry you’ve gone through that. I don’t know.. I don’t know what to say other than I’m here for you. I will always be here for you.” You cried into his chest. “I love you, more than you’ll ever know.”

“I know, kid.” He said, his eyes softening as he looked down at you. “I know.”

John MacTavish-

You awoke in a cold sweat, breathing rapidly as you blinked away hot tears. You’d just had the worst nightmare. You were out on a mission, when Johnny was killed right in front of you. The dream felt so real, and your heart was aching at the very real possibility that you could lose him on a mission.

You looked next to you, and found Johnny’s side of the bed cold and empty. It was clear he hadn’t been in bed for some time.

You threw the covers off of you, throwing one of Johnny’s hoodies on before making your way toward the gym- somewhere you knew he would be at this hour.

You breathed a shaky sigh of relief as you laid eyes on Johnny. He’d worked up quite the sweat, and it was clear he’d been here for some time.

Your legs reacted before your brain could catch up, and you found yourself grabbing Johnny by the collar of his shirt and roughly placing your lips on his.

You pulled back, breathless as you looked up as Johnny with tears in your eyes. He immediately frowned, his brows furrowed in concern.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart. Are you alright?” His hands rubbed at your arms soothingly.

“I- I had a dream. You were gone and there was nothing I could do.” You sobbed, rubbing away at your tears as your eyes drifted to the floor. “I woke up and you weren’t there.”

Johnny pulled you close to him, his arms holding you tight against his chest as he pressed kisses along your temple. “I’m here, Bonnie. It was just a dream. I’m so sorry I wasn’t there when you woke up. I couldn’t sleep.”

“It felt so real.” You said, pulling away. “I.. I don’t know what I’d ever do if I lost you. I just.. I can’t even comprehend it.”

“Then don’t. Because I promise you, I will do everything in my power to keep coming back to you, okay?” Johnny asked, lifting your chin up so that your eyes met his. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You sniffled in return, rubbing your teary eyes against his shirt causing Johnny to chuckle softly. “Let us get back to bed, yeah?”

“I’m not even tired anymore.” You mumbled, not pulling your face from Johnnys chest.

“Well, it’s a good thing a beds good for more than just sleeping, eh?” Johnny threw you a cheeky smile, before lifting you in his arms. “Gotta show my babe I’m not going anywhere.”

John Price-

Everything happened so fast. One minute, John was by your side as a hail of bullets rained down on the two of you in the field. The next, John was halfway across the field, oblivious to the enemy behind him. It was a blur, the man raised his gun, and proceeded to shoot John in the chest.

“John!” You shrieked, watching as the man you love fell to the ground. Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest as your brain started to malfunction. Nothing else around you in that moment mattered. He couldn’t die, not like this. He couldn’t leave you.

You sprinted across the field, ignoring the shouts of the other soilders around you, your eyes welling with tears as John’s frame came into view.

You skidded to your knees, your hands immediately reaching for John’s face.

“John!” You whimpered, your eyes skimming down the length of his body.

“Baby, hey. It’s okay. The vest caught it. It just knocked the wind out of me.” John reached out to grab your hands, trying to calm you down, to no avail.

Your hands continued to frantically pull at his vest, you needed to see he was truly unharmed with your own eyes. “No! No you got shot!”

John grasped your hands in his gently, forcing you to look at him. “Y/N. Look at me.”

You blinked away tears, your bottom lip wobbling as you threw your arms around him in a tight embrace. “I thought I lost you.”

“I hope you know it’s going to take a lot more than a stray bullet to keep me from you.” John said, before capturing your lips in his. “I promise you I’m okay, alright?”

You nodded, pulling away to help John to his feet. With one final firm kiss, the two of you finished out the mission, neither one of you straying too far from the other.

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

You twiddled your thumbs anxiously, your eyes darting back to the front door of the base every few minutes, praying Kyle would walk through the door.

141 was expected back three days ago, and according to Laswell they’d gone radio silent the day they were supposed to come back.

You choked back a sob, burying your face into your arms. You don’t know what you’d do with yourself if Kyle never came back. He was your everything.

You slowed your breathing, trying to regain your composure when the click of the front door caught your attention. Your head jumped up, your heart immediately skipping a beat as Kyle and the rest of the 141 walked through the front door, looking a little worse for wear.

Without a second of hesitation, your legs moved faster than they ever had in your life as you slammed yourself into Kyle, your arms encompassing his waist in a firm grip.

Your relationship wasn’t common knowledge, so Kyle was quite surprised when you made such a public display of affection, but it wasn’t unwelcome in the slightest. His squeezed you in return, pressing a kiss to your temple. “I’m here, babe. It’s okay.”

“They kept saying you weren’t coming back. That you were all dead.” You cried softly, burying your face in your boyfriend’s chest. “I was so scared.”

“I know, I’m so sorry. Everything’s going to be okay.” He promised, holding you tighter. “I’ve got you.”

The two of you remained inseparable for the remainder of the day, neither one of you taking your eyes off each other.

König-

It was no secret that König wasn’t the most popular person on base. Between his height, the frightening mask he wore, and his timid nature, he wasn’t known for making many friends.

It’d come as a shock to the majority of the people on base when it was announced that you and König were a couple.

You’d heard the whispers of course, just as König did. The rude comments thrown about him behind his back, unbeknownst to you, had König’s self esteem plummeting.

You didn’t find out until late one night when you found your boyfriend alone in the weapons locker, looking the most upset you’d ever seen him.

“Babe? You weren’t at dinner, is everything okay?” You asked, pausing a few paces in front of him. You’d never seen him like this and you were unsure of how to react.

“I’m a freak, Maus.” König spoke, his voice so quiet you can barely hear him. “No matter what I do, no matter how good I am out on the field, no matter how well I follow orders… I’ll always be the outcast.”

Your heart shattered at his words, hot tears forming in your eyes as you stepped closer to him. “König, that’s not true.”

König finally looked up at you, a solemn expression on his face- something you never wanted to see on your lover again. “It is. I know you’ve heard what they say. I’m a monster. I’m weird. I look more like the villain than the hero. It’s all things I’ve told myself before.”

“Look at me.” You said, crouching before him. You quickly wiped away the stray tears that began to fall as you spoke. “You are not any of those things. Those people are fools. They haven’t gotten to know the man underneath the mask. On the field, you’re the battering ram. A powerhouse. The perfect weapon. But off the field? You’re the best fucking person I know.”

You pulled him into a tight hug, holding him close to you as you rubbed his back soothingly. “I love you so much König. If I have to, I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to you how great of a person you are.”

“I don’t deserve you Maus.” He murmured, squeezing you tighter. “But I thank god every day you’re in my life.”

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A/N: ahh not super happy with this turned out- I’m not sure if I captured this request the best🥺

Excited to keep putting out the next few requests. Thank you again everyone for all your support❤️

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lovetei · 8 months

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Hi i just read the current fic you wrote about the brothers seeing sheep mc turn into human in front of everyone and was wondering if i could request a fic/headcannon where sheep mc turn into human when they are alone with the brothers.

Thanks for reading 🥰🥰🥰

Eyy, I knew someone would request this sometime. So as the poll result, I'll make this request first. I actually do requests in a "first come, first serve" manner before but I guess I'll do what you guys want to see first :b

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Their reaction to Sheep!MC turning into their human form, naked, in front of them

Warnings: Suggestive, Vulgar words, might not reach your expectations, your gender is not specified, wrong use of tail, wrong use of desk, wrong use of car hood, wrong use of library, wrong spelling, wrong grammar

Versions: Demon brothers, Side Characters

Links: Masterlist

Tags: @commets-space @ikevampharem

Parts: Their reaction to Sheep MC changing into their human form at the end of the exchange program

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LUCIFER

You were on your small form

Sitting on top of Lucifer's desk, discussing some things about school

"I'm sorry, Luci. Can you give me a break..? Somethings wrong with me-" Is what you said before your small hands touched your forehead.

He asked you what's wrong but you just remained silent

Then you started glowing

And there you are

Sitting on top of his desk, naked, with both of your legs on each of his sides

He looked at you in shock, his hands trembling, having a hard time trying to stop them from pulling you close to himself "Well, well, well..." He stood up from his seat and pinned you on his desk.

He climbed on top of you with his knees in between your legs "I guess I'll be opening my christmas gift earlier than everyone else." Is the last thing he said before the doors of his office remained locked for the rest of the night.

MAMMON

You're out with, in a cliff, looking at the stars late at night

Sitting on the hood of his car as you two looked up at the sky and point out the beautiful constellations visible

When suddenly a shooting star passed by

Mammon kept on giggling and told you to make a wish and so you did

"I wish I can have my real body back..." Is what you said.

And after mere seconds, you're glowing, brighter than the stars.

Mammon looked at you, shocked, not believing the view in front of him "MC..?" He asked and you looked at him flustered, knowing that you're fully exposed "Are you okay?!" He asked panicking.

You just assured him that you are but then he smirked "You are?" He asked his voice deeper than before as he got on top of you "Then... How about if I do this?~" He teased as his hand hiked up your inner thigh.

LEVIATHAN

You and Levi are in his room, exploring the new event that appeared in your favorite game.

Sitting on his lap, you started to feel something wrong, like your blood is rushing and you're starting to feel hot even if you're close to Leviathan.

"Levi... I don't feel good... Can you hand me that water?" You asked.

Before he can even think about doing so, you started glowing which caught him off guard.

Right after the light dimmed down, your naked figure that is slumped on his desk while sitting on his lap appeared right before him like some reward.

"I'm so sorry, Levi let me just..." You tried to get off his lap but he held you down, his nails digging on your waist.

You tried to look back at him but his tail appeared out of nowhere and kept your head in place, he then stood up "What are you doing..?" You asked. It's not weird that he stood up, I mean he could be uncomfortable.

But what's weird is that he brought your hips together, his grinding behind yours "H-How could I stop myself..?!" His voice is whiny, even sounds like he's the one getting bent over.

"How can I stop myself when y-you're already in the position..?" He asked as you felt his fingers slowly entering you earning a loud gasp "Urgh!-" You chocked as soon as you gasped as his tail forced it self down your throat "Be good please... Just be g-good..!" He begged.

SATAN

Studying inside the Library with Satan will always be one of the best times

But this session will sure be one of the most memorable

In one of the hidden corners of the library, Satan is teaching you about the books only HOL can have.

When suddenly, a light lit up, brightening the dark corner of the library

But that wasn't a light

It was just you

Satan panicked as he thought that maybe he accidentally activated a spell while reading the book titles but... It seems that he's panicking for nothing.

He asked you a few times if you were okay and when you reassured him that you were, he can't help but smile as he watch you jump up and down out of pure happiness, seeming unaware that you're naked in front of him.

Just when he thought everything is perfect, someone just has to barge in 'I'm not letting anyone else see them like this.' is what he thought before he pinned you on one of the shelves with one of his hands covering your mouth and the other one caging you.

You asked "T-This is a good news... Why are you s-shutting me up?" like his good little slut, not even talking about how your legs is starting to quiver after he put one his in between yours, grinding them against you just right.

"Hmm... Do you want them to see you like this?" He leaned in closer to your ear as he licked your neck. He kept his hand on your mouth as he humped you up and down his leg, muffling all the sounds you're making.

"Shh... Control yourself and don't make a mess. You don't want to mess up all these books just because you're being a slut now do you?" He teased before you heard him unbuckle his belt.

ASMODEUS

Being a sheep sure is hard...

You can't wear anything else other than the clothes Asmo makes you.

And by most of the time the only thing you need to wear is some white collar with a tie to look presentable.

And so that's what you had Asmo make you for your formal presentation next week.

"Wow, Darling. Your skin is really... Glowing..?"

You looked at him shock, not knowing what to do after you saw yourself naked with only the white shirt collar and the black tie "Asmo-" "Stand up." He ordered.

He look stressed... His hand is covering his eyes as he he slowly turned around while you stand up. He then stand behind you, looking at your body through your reflection.

"I can't look at you face to face dear..." He explained as he plays with your hair from behind, and that's when you noticed how the pink of his eyes glow brighter than ever.

"But I can't let you go too..." He whined as his hands dropped to your waist "So what should we do..?" He asked as he went down to suck on your neck.

"Ah... And I'm not asking you to go out or anything..." He added "I just want to know what position you want to start to with~"

BEELZEBUB

You're on top of the kitchen counter as Beel eat the dessert you created

He's clearly enjoying it too, smiling so bright as he eats

"Beel can you check if I turn off the oven..?" You ordered as you started to feel hot

Beel looked at you in shock as you started to glow thinking you got caught in fire.

You looked at him in shock as you remained still "MC?" He called out and you just nervously said yes.

He remained silent as he looked at up and down "Is there something wrong..?" You asked while smiling nervously and he shook his head.

"No, I just... Got hungry." He commented making you confused, earlier he told you that your dessert made him feel full for once and now he's hungry again?

"Yes, yes... I feel full after eating those desserts but I'm hungry..." He repeated "For the one that cooked them." He added which caught you off guard.

BELPHEGOR

It was late at night and you're cuddling with Belphie

It's usually cold during night time in the Devildom but you're feeling unusually hot for some reason

You looked to your side and saw that Belphie is not even sweating

The room suddenly brightened so you thought that someone opened the room and turned on the lights

But Belphie is here and Beel is out for night work out

Oh... It's coming from you...

You looked around and realized that Belphegor is still asleep, you also realized that you're naked, completely, and so you tried to get off the bed to at least put some clothes on and get back to cuddling him.

Wanting to surprise him as soon as he wakes up, the thought makes you giggle constantly but when you're about to get off the bed someone grabbed your wrist.

"Fuck..." He groaned out, his head thrown back and his eyes glowing purple "I want to elt you do what you want and wait until the morning so that your little surprise plan will work but..." He explained.

"But you just have to make me so damn hard." He teased, even chuckling a little before he picked you up and put you on top of him, slightly grinding you against the obvious tent in his pants.

"Move." He ordered "And maybe if you satisfied me enough I'll let you get off this bed and pretend that I don't know about your plan the next morning." He mocked.

"That is if you can still walk after this." He grinned.

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e-hibiscus · 2 months

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Synopsis: More Honkai Star Rail ladies react to an s/o that likes playing with their hands and getting headpats.

Pairing: Ruan Mei x reader, Jingliu x reader, Yukong x reader

Warnings: None, SFW

Link to part 1

Ruan Mei

Playing with her hands:

In the rare instances where Ruan Mei isn’t fully enamored by her work, she will let you play with her hands. It took a few times before she made time in her schedule just to accommodate this “habit” of yours. You always make sure to ask first, but eventually, she’s able to tell when you want her attention and hold her hands. She doesn’t quite understand why you do this, but she will indulge her lover because it makes you happy, after all.

When she isn’t hands-on with an experiment, Ruan Mei lets you sit on your lap, fingers laced with one another, as she reads through her reports or data. You two sit in relative silence while she works— taking this quality time to be with one another.

Asking her for headpats:

Ruan Mei compares you to a pet, not in a weird way but because you seek attention like a dog or cat you just remind her of creatures vying for attention. Her hands gently stroke you, and she’s watching you and your reaction. Her head pats are less of a pat and more of a gentle caress.

She’s definitely rubbed under your chin before though. It felt nice, but you got all huffy when Ruan Mei recorded this observation for herself.

Jingliu

Playing with her hands:

Jingliu comes and goes quite frequently, so much affection is rare. When you first asked to play with her hands, she did so without question. She isn’t one to deny you of it, not when she cares so deeply about you. Her senses are more heightened to your touch. The gentle caress of your fingers lightens the burden on her mind.

Her hands are COLD, freezing cold, so worry not if your hands get warm and clammy. Feeling your warmth, Jingliu feels calmer— her marastruck moore mellowed with this connection. When taking Jinglui’s hands, you can hear the audible sigh as her body relaxes.

Jingliu finds your presence alone to be calming, and she enjoys having these moments. Kiss the palm of her battle worn hands and she’ll smile. She doesn’t always get to see you, but your actions ground her to the present, quieting the swirling thoughts she has about the past.

When you ask for head pats:

Jingliu will indulge your need for head pats without question. She will be hesitant, but If you want it and she can provide for you, this woman will! Just and only for you, and no one else. It took her a little convincing in the beginning because she didn’t want to hurt you.

More often than not, she ends up moving her hands down. It’s much better for her to hold your face instead of stiffly patting your head. It’s not something she would ever choose to do, but she’s going to for you. Overall though, I personally don’t see her as much of a head pat person

Yukong

Playing with her hands:

Yukong was SO embarrassed by your forward affection towards her, especially in public. This older lady is not used to having someone so close, but such affection is completely welcome so long as Yukong is not in the midst of her duties. When you take her hand in your’s her eyes widen despite knowing and giving you permission. Her ears stand up straighter once you lace your fingers together, and a blush creeps up her face. She loves that you play with her hands, it fills a void in her heart with love and adoration.

As time goes on, and you continue to ask, Yukong grows more fond and used to these intimate moments. You’ll be sitting together at home, and Yukong will wrap her tail around you— keeping you close, warm, and comfortable. She has the warmest smile when you grasp her hands and idly play with her. She couldn’t keep her eyes off you when you’re looking so calm and happy being in this moment with her. She’ll let out a chuckle before squeezing your hand.

When you ask for head pats:

Her hands would gently caress your head. Yukong is absolutely smitten by your need for attention. Her head pats are more like strokes, and her lips can’t help but tug upwards at the feeling of your hair. You’re just so soft and warm that Yukong would continue even when you have had enough.

Only if she has to be professional will she ever say no to you, her beloved. She can and will make time to do these little things with you, even if she’s a busy woman.

#ruan mei x reader #jingliu x reader #yukong x reader #hsr x reader #honkai star rail x reader #🌺.hibiscus writes

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bakugoushotwife · 7 months

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kinktober day four: voyeurism kink

>>> guys can you tell i have a choso fantasy or do i need to write another five thousand word fic to prove it i'm sobbing and actually in love with him fr. it took me days to write this bc i was just too feral.

>>> starring: choso kamo x curvy!fem!reader >>> cw: roommate choso, hung like a horse choso, virgin choso, voyeurism clearly, petnames, masturbation, cowgirl, implied multiple rounds, choso whimpers you're so welcome, choso smokes a blunt grow up >>> wc: 4.8k >>> event masterlist

this whole roommate ordeal seemed easy enough. you had a spare room in your condo, yuji had a spare brother that needed a place to stay after graduation. it worked out perfectly, as you weren’t too keen on having a rando move in. though the half-curse was little more than that, really. you had only come in contact with choso briefly, seeing him move through the halls of jujutsu tech in search of the very brother that recommended him to you. he was intimidating, tall and broad with a look of disinterest across his face every time you ran into him. yuji had told you that he wasn’t necessarily unfriendly, just unsure, so you were weary to approach him once he moved into the spare room. you didn’t want to overdo it, you would hate to make him uncomfortable with all these changes he was getting accustomed to. so for the first three months or so, you two would only exchange pleasantries and nod respectfully, two strangers sharing an address and lingering curious stares. then, one morning you offered to make him breakfast, and you two settled into a comfortable friendship after that.

Nowadays, nearly a year later, the living area was actually used and shared. you watched recommended shows together, introduced each other to your favorite movies, and oftentimes just sat in each other’s presence on the couch; on your phones, playing nintendo switch games, or passing choso’s best attempt at a blunt between you while shit talking your neighbors with your legs in his lap. you even encouraged him to invest in a real gaming setup, where he plays a host of different games for hours while you sit contently in the bean bag chair stationed nearby in his room, reading or crafting or just watching from time to time. the more comfortable he became, the more fun he was to be around. he was no longer shy to ask you to sit with him while he plays or to inquire about your latest book and his smiles and conversations flowed more freely.

he enjoys your presence. it’s easy to be around you. he wonders why. even with all the progress he had made with you, he was still terribly awkward around new people and his social battery was limited. he never got tired of hanging out with you though, in fact, he craves it always. yuji says that it’s because you’re pretty, which choso can’t disagree with, though his brother’s statement irritates him for no good reason.

he finds himself wondering if his brother knows you the way he does, silly things about you like which animal crossing character you would reincarnate as or the fact you hate grape flavored anything—it all tastes like cough syrup!--he can hear you say. no, he gets to see the real you, the one you reserve just for him. so yuji can think you’re pretty all he wants, but he’s the one who gets to see your breathtaking smiles in reaction to something he said.

“bro?! still there–or are you too busy being jealous?” yuji snickers, relishing in the match he made. he knew choso would wake up with a babe like you walking around.

“you’re a child. and a dick.” he huffs, aggravated by his spacey sibling’s acute sense of his feelings. “goodbye.” he taps to end their weekly gaming marathon facetime two hours short out of annoyance, confronted with the silence of his bedroom and his questioning thoughts about you. jealous? as much as he hated to admit it, maybe he was. he couldn't even picture the thought of you being with someone else, try as he might. did that mean he wanted to be that person? your person? he’s so confused, but he knows even if he’s embarrassed he can talk to you about it. you could help him work through his feelings and come to a solution. even if the feelings were about you, he knows you would always be honest with him. he sighs, deciding to make his way to your room down the hall.

you two didn’t spend a lot of time apart now that the bond had been created, and you were more than alright with that routine, because on fridays, choso holed up in his room for five straight hours to facetime yuji and play video games giving you some much needed time to yourself. you always started with a long and intricate shower, doing all your different exfoliants and masks. then you’d touch up your nails and give yourself a total spa treatment, finishing up by putting on your cutest little panties and releasing some of the pent up sexual frustration for your roommate that you keep under lock and key for the same reasons you were hesitant to cross into friendship territory all those months ago: you don’t want to scare him away.

so you settle for your own small hands cupping your chest and pinching at your nipples, trying to picture him. It’s choso’s large and veiny hands that run down your sides and spread your legs instead of your own toying with your underwear. you can smell the versace eros cologne he wears wafting through your nose, almost able to hear his gravelly voice in your ear praising you for doing so good. it’s almost embarrassing how easy it is to conjure the image of him sinking between your thighs, lust pooling in his violet eyes. you’re soaked already, feeling the fabric of your panties sticking to your cunt just at your active imagination. you peel them off, hissing as cold air blows across your middle, but your fingers quickly find the heat of your hole, gathering that natural lube to flick your clit with. your eyes are closed—whining helplessly already at the sensation you bring yourself with him in mind. it’s nowhere near the real deal, but the bliss is good enough to lull pants of his name from your mouth, body light as air.

choso doesn’t think anything of your closed door. you told him you keep it closed to let him have his space, not wanting him to feel like you’re watching or eavesdropping on him while he’s on the phone. especially as he got close enough to reach for your door handle, hearing you call his name. you sounded…strained? in all honesty he was worried. so he doesn’t hesitate to push the door open a bit, peeking to check. his heart drops into his stomach at the sight of you naked on your bed. you’re stunning. he’s seen pictures of other women—and yuji showed him a few websites—but your body was second to none. his hand flew to cover his immediate hard on, shocked you hadn’t noticed him yet. fuck, you are gorgeous, one hand squeezing at your breast, the other playing around in that squelching noise he hears between your legs. he fights the urge to moan aloud or announce his presence, and he’s ashamed of himself. he feels like he’s betraying your trust, but his dick keeps growing in his pants at the chants of his name spilling out of your lips. he watches as your legs jerk and your head falls back against your pillow, making him think you were almost done. he had to get out before you saw him or felt his unique energy so close to you. he’s panting as he shuts the door quietly, turning the knob just so it wouldn’t alert you.

his dick hurts as he makes it just one room down—the bathroom. perfect. he turns the shower on immediately, stripping his clothes off like they were on fire. he had set out to talk to you, to be completely honest about the thoughts he had been having, but seeing you like that did things to him words could not. he’s been horny before, of course, and dealt with that the way single human men do. but this—the desire coursing through his veins—this was different. so different. everything was clear now, he needed you. he stands with his back under the water, whimpering as his dick throbs to the mental image of your glistening pussy and blissed out face. he can’t help but close his fist around the his wide shaft, stuttering out a sigh in relief. he strokes himself to the same rhythm you moved your fingers, imagining how that pace would feel with your wet and warm cunt hugging him in instead of the rough surface of his hand. his other hand keeps him braced on the shower wall, steadying him through the searing heat the promises of your touch seem to be; to think that you were calling for him, thinking of him in the way he thinks of you now felt like a dream. he had to be hearing things, that’s the only excuse the man can summon. water beads down his biceps and chest, and it just makes his dirty deed all that much more so, fucking into his fist until his load is running down the side of the tub, the pearly beads getting swept away in the water and carried down the drain. he tosses his head back in the shower stream, his long black strands sticking to his face and neck as he tries to rinse away his shame.

that night, choso doesn’t come out of his room to watch a movie with you before bed. you pout, but try not to linger on it too long. maybe yuji took a lot out of him today, or they didn’t have a successful time on and he was moody. either way, you weren’t going to bother him. you hang out on the couch like usual with the hopes that he would emerge soon, but as your bedtime nears and everything remains still, you slink off to your room with a sour mood to end an otherwise normal day.

as the days pass, choso’s behavior gets weirder and weirder. it’s almost as if he’s completely reverted inside his shell he made when he moved in, only emerging to get food when he had hoped you weren’t around. the times in which he did inevitably run into you were dealt in nervous laughter and denials that anything was wrong with him. it didn’t take a genius to figure out that he was lying, hiding something from you even. you were slightly hurt that he didn’t trust you enough to talk to you, instead of going backwards and shutting you out. you wanted to wait it out, but as the days turned into a full week, you feared losing him altogether.

you stewed over the situation the entire time you were at work. you couldn’t even get anything accomplished because you were too preoccupied wondering what you had done to wound your connection. spending your days alone was maddening. a little over a year ago, you would have relished in the peace and quiet, but now it was unwelcome. you only wanted quiet if it was filled with the subtle sounds of pages turning or the buttons of a controller smashing or shared breathing during the climax of a show. this was haunting, and you knew you had to do something. you left work early, faking a stomach ache in order to get home and corner choso into relenting. no more miss nice roommate. you were tired of letting him be all weird and distant. so you walked in unceremoniously, not necessarily out to scare him. you shake your sandals off by the door and walk towards his room, noting that his door was actually open for once.

that was only because you weren’t supposed to be home for three and a half more hours, giving choso plenty of time to relive his dirty fantasies of you with the least amount of guilt possible, though he could barely look you in the eye these days. if you weren’t home, he could at least not worry about you catching him in his perverted acts, only dealing with the shame that flows in after he’s came for the millionth time to the image of your legs quivering and mouth parting in pleasure. he didn’t hear you sneak in–didn’t hear you shuffle down the hall to poke your head around the doorframe. he was dead to the outside world, his hips stuttering into his hand, thumb swiping the pre-cum that beaded there around his slit, stroking himself with whimpers of your name tumbling out, his eyes scrunched tight in concentration.

your jaw was on the floor, never in a million years imagining that he even knew how to touch himself like that, not to mention the prayers of your name on his tongue, mirroring the ones you make for him on fridays. he was massive, it had you covering your mouth in shock. even with his huge hand, it seemed like pumping himself was a tall task. you couldn’t imagine trying to do it yourself, you’re not even sure two hands would do the trick— you must have gasped aloud or something, because suddenly his head snaps toward where you stand in the doorway.

“y/n–you’re–” his dark eyes are wide, his lips parted in realization that you had really caught him jerking off and mewling your name like a helpless perv. as the guilt starts to creep in, the haze of need and desire clouds his mind. he never lets go of himself, all too aware of your lip between your teeth and your hardened nipples poking through your top—no, you shouldn’t be seeing this, you shouldn’t even be home yet! not to mention how ashamed you should be of your own roommate rutting into his hand.

“...i’m home.” you whisper back, a slight smirk creeping onto your face. despite the red blush spreading across his cheeks, he keeps fucking up into his hand. it’s salacious, and you can feel your body responding to the sight, unsurprisingly. you’ve been picturing him naked for months, and not even your lewd imagination gave him justice. every plane on his body was sculpted and defined, thick veins running down his arms and thighs and cock. he left his hair down, some of the strands tucked behind his ear, some of them hung over his brows and cheekbones. he gulped when he noticed your stare, your eyes locked on the thick cock in his hand, curved with an angry and needy tip.

“y/n, i’m so so sorr–” he scrambles to sit up, the heavy reality finally sinking in. he was awful, sick in the head, you were going to have him pack his shit immediately, and he’d have to tell all his friends why you had gotten rid of him.

“need some help?” you spit out, unable to tolerate the pounding in your chest and pussy. his eyes grow impossibly wider, blood rushing in his ears. did he understand you right? he couldn’t possibly.

“wh-what?” he sputtered, sitting up slightly to try and hide himself from view a bit, as if you hadn’t seen every bit of him already.

“i asked if you wanted my help. you were saying my name, weren’t you?” you tease gently, stepping further into his room, your hands innocently folded behind your back. now that you know your desire is shared, you felt confident enough to push your relationship further yet again. he nods hesitantly, watching you stalk over to the bed like a lioness about to pounce.

“i–yes, it’s not what you think. i know it looks–”

“like you were jacking off and thinking about me? is that not…what you were doing?” you hum, pausing by the foot of his bed. you look so cute, he has to believe you know what you’re doing, folding your arms under your voluptuous chest just to taunt him a bit more. you have him backed into a corner, and he either had to admit the truth or come up with a very clever lie. and he is not a gifted liar.

“i–yeah…” he looks away, feeling the shame weighing down on him now that you had confronted him with the undeniable truth.

you chuckle warmly. “i do the same thing, ‘cept I’m thinking of you.” you shrug, the smirk growing on your face as realization seeps into his. he didn’t misunderstand you that day or even earlier in this conversation. you want him too. he swallows thickly again, remembering the day that started all of this.

“i–i know, i saw you, last week.” he chokes out as you take your top off, revealing yourself to him. He’d noticed your lack of bra earlier, but didn’t expect to be blessed with the sight of your body again, especially as you bend at the hips to wiggle out of your pants. Your laughter surprises him again, like he had intentionally made a joke. but it was only because he had solved the mystery that led you to his room in the first place, and that would potentially resolve any secrets you had been keeping from one another.

“so that’s why you’ve been avoiding me?” you scrunch your nose at him adorably as you crawl onto the bed, his eyes glued to the body that had him locked in his bedroom day and night. “oh choso, i wish you would have interrupted me…i surely woulda let you help me.” you purr, so close to him that he could reach out and touch you now, and he definitely thinks about just grabbing your hips and pulling you down on him, finally feeling that glistening pussy for himself—to hell with his imagination, but your voice interrupts his thoughts again.

“so, do you want me to help you, baby?” you glance from the hard length in his hands to his deep purple eyes, swirling with something you recognize very well to be deep desire.

“please–” he whimpered and let his hand fall away from his pelvis, looking to you like a pathetic boy getting his teenage dreams fulfilled. Your grin grows wide, and you lean closer to brush your hand across his toned abdomen. he lets out a pleased little grunt and his cock jumps at the simple touch

“you’ve never been with anyone, have you?” you asked, faces so close he can see every freckle and dimple and scar on your skin. he shakes his head. you peck the tip of his nose. he’s already shivering, the feeling of your body leaning over his was exhilarating. your kiss was so simple and sweet, but it stopped all the thoughts in his brain. he was just malleable now, ready to let you make him feel good, finally shifting from imagination to reality. “need you to talk to me, so i can know where you’re at, cho.”

“no, no..never.” he shakes his head again, eying you with excitement and nerves all at once. he wants to touch you, and you’ve already stripped naked and kissed him, so surely there was no going back now, so he reaches up and places his hands on your hips—so light like he was afraid to hurt you.

you grin at both his answer and his courageous touch, nodding your encouragement, “that’s fine, i’ll help you…just do what feels natural–you can go as hard as you want., and tell me if you want to stop.” your eyes blink at him sweet he realizes he would trust you with his life if you asked.

“okay.” he lets your words wash over him, nodding as he grips your hips a little tighter. he’s more than embraced his fate, his mouth watering a bit at the idea that you were in his bed and offering to make all his fantasies come true. you were expecting him to keep that deer in a headlights look, but when you rake your fingernails across his chest, you watch his eyes darken a bit more. “kiss me?”

choso looks so cute, you couldn’t deny him if you wanted to. his eyebrow raised with innocence, but his eyes shrouded in arousal. you giggle softly and lean up, sliding your hands over his pecs and shoulders and into those dark locks calling your name. you tug, and he gasps softly. you take that opportunity to cover his parted lips with your own, his head falling back to accommodate you as you fully crawl into his lap. he melts, you feel and taste so impossibly good he’s concerned he may bust over the kiss. your tongue moves so expertly against his, twirling around and sucking on the muscle in a way he didn’t know people employed. then you’re sitting on his abs, and he can feel so much at once. his eyes blow wide in the kiss, and he has to pull away to gasp again and see what you’re doing to him.

you’re simply sitting, your pretty shining pussy rubbing against his core and his dick teasing the crack of your ass. that must be what’s driving him insane, the warmth and softness providing some but not enough friction. you wiggle your ass a bit to tease him, and he whimpers. the sound is so sweet and low you know you can’t handle playing with the shy little virgin much longer.

“i–is th–that sup’posed to f-feel that go–ngh, good?” he stammers, the hold on your hips bordering bruising. he doesn’t even realize, and you certainly don’t mind, so you only smile and nod down at him, reaching for his chin with your fingers. he makes you look so small without even trying, the broad expanse of his body, wide jaw and thick legs—not to mention the monstrous cock rocking against your behind, your own need soaking his happy trail to the skin beneath. you move his gaze from your sensual movements back to your sultry gaze. yuji was wrong. pretty was such a mild way to describe the woman on his lap. you were more a kin to a goddess, something not fully human like him.

“i was hoping to give you the full treatment, but i don’t think you’ll mind if i skip to the main event?” you bite your lip, your other hand scraping at his scalp a little bit. no, of course he didn’t mind. sometimes you were so silly. he nods fervently, remembering that he needed to find his voice, to not seem like such a coward when he wanted this so badly.

“no—please,” he whimpers again, feeling the drip of your liquid on him. it dawns on him then that you’re just as needy, and you still wanted him even though you’d have to teach him what to do. you didn’t seem worried, maybe it was easier than he thought. but all he knows is that his balls are starting to hurt and he had never felt more buzzed in his entire life, sensitive to every move you make. “i need you so bad, oh sh–”

you scoot back, lifting yourself up a little to align him with your entrance. his whimpers and begs were so fucking amazing, you wish you had it in you to milk it. you make the mental note to keep him begging when you show him what it feels like to have his dick sucked or whimpering when he eats your cunt for the first time. he’s so heavy in your hand, and you can’t even close your fist around him. it makes you shudder, knowing that you’re going to make him fit inside you no matter the stretch. his tip was so red and irritated, oozing pre. you swiped it over his head, humming in amusement as he jerks and whines at the feeling.

“you’re massive, d’you know that?” you pout, sinking down a few inches. he moans at first, feeling like his cock was fit into a perfect sleeve. it’s unreal, the heat he feels in his gut as you rock further down on him, whining at how huge he was. he watches the pained faces you make halfway down, the concern clear on his face. he didn’t know he was that big—he hadn’t really been comparing, but if it was hurting you, he wondered what he could do. he remembers watching you play with that sensitive spot at the apex of your thighs, using your own slick to glide around. he thinks he could replicate that, so he sticks his fingers in his mouth, spitting a bit to make sure they were just as wet as you were. you take more of him, almost to his base all while panting and bracing yourself on his chest with your eyes screwed shut. he reaches toward you, swiping his fingers around the place he watched you toy with. you gasp out and sit all the way down, the noises you make as he touches you make his eyes widen again.

“god—i’m so full, baby.” you nod, your hips moving forward automatically, searching for more of that searing feeling he brings to your clit. he surprises you, moving his digits in slow circles as you get accustomed to his size. he chokes slightly when you squeeze him, his eyes zeroed in on your face.

“are you alright?” he asks softly, feeling your nails dig into his chest as your hips move faster now, any other words he had wanted to say sucked from his brain like he had no thoughts at all, nothing other than that vice-grip of a pussy you have locked around him, bouncing softly and leaving little half-moons in his skin.

“mhm, just had to stretch a bit t’fit you, are you alright?” you grin as you ask, knowing he would struggle to respond—in the best way possible. he nods eagerly, eyes flickering from where you swallow him up to your soft face of bliss.

“are you kidding? i’m—” you rock on him a bit faster, the feeling of wet and choking walls rubbing every possible spot had him sputtering, unable to speak. he’s only able to watch you run a hand through your mane, keeping it out of your face and away from your bouncing tits. he’s in heaven. being with a woman, no, being with you, was as all the eternal bliss he cared to know.

his hips start to move, the hold he has on your hips trailing up to the curves of your waist to better hold you down. he didn’t realize how much more intense he would make this feel for the both of you, grunts and whines spilling from his lips as you begin to cry out and yell. it’s heavenly, the way you let him drive into you, leaning forward with one hand on the headboard and the other tugging his head towards your chest. he contains his pathetic pants by sucking your nipple in his mouth, laving his tongue over it, mind so drunk and hazy he can only be driven by his primal instincts, flat footed on the bed to plow into you from below.

it’s so perfect. you scream his name way better than he ever imagined, and he doesn’t mind to bear the scratch marks of your passion. you keep squeezing around him, and it drives him crazy.

“i–i love when you do that—clenching down on me like that, fuck.” He grunts, slowly getting his knees under him while you sloppily keep the pace. he uses the leverage to ease you to your back, though you don’t have the luxury of pillows or a headboard, only the mattress beneath you as choso realizes this positioning lets him piston his hips without you having to do any work at all. you’re wailing, nodding to keep him from worrying about you as you continuously claw at his back and shoulders.

“choso baby—” you whine in such a way, he knows he’s going to bust in seconds. “you’re gonna make me cum, please–doin’ so good, ngh—ack!” you cry, legs tightening around his waist as he feels a significant increase of your fluids. feeling and watching you cum by his doing was the nail in the coffin—the way your face screwed up in pure pleasure brought him his own, his pelvis stilling against the mounds of your backside, cock twitching against your womb before your vision is blurry, and all you feel is warmth seeping out of you. his load leaked out around him inside you, his cock still pulsating with no signs of dying down.

he smiles at you a little shyly, his cheeks rosy and eyes hazy with the aftershocks of such a gripping orgasm. he watches your chest heave as you calm down, your eyes fluttering open and a smile spreading across your face as you look up at him.

“what do i do now? to take care of you?” he asks, absentmindedly stroking the creases where your thighs meet your hips. you giggle and shake your head, knowing it would take multiple rounds for his erection to die down.

“i show you the full treatment now, baby.” you grin, wiggling your eyebrows.

choso found himself immersed in exploring himself and your body, discovering several new kinks to enjoy with his sweet little roommate turned lover.

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greynatomy · 3 months

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where were you in the morning - four

alessia russo x reader

happy bday to our star girl pookie

previous - next

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Days turned into weeks and weeks turned into months. Alessia hoped to run into you whenever she went out in London, but with no such luck.

She wanted to reach out, to contact you, but how does one get in touch with such a high profile celebrity like yourself, so she gave up.

In the months that had passed, you released a new album. Alessia listened to it when it first came out, just wanting to hear your voice. One song in particular, had her thinking about that night.

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Alessia had just gotten back home after training. Exhausted, she decided to relax in her living room, turning her radio on for some background noise.

“We’ve got some new music for you all today. Here’s Y/N Y/LN’s new single, Where Were You In The Morning.”

You said I want to get to know ya Why you gotta get my hopes up? You said that you were staying over But then I woke up to the cold air

How could you make me believe That there was something between you and me, yeah? I look around and I don’t see you

Alessia had an off day the next day so she decided on a glass of wine. This song could’ve been about anyone, she thoughts You were famous, so of course you’ve probably been with other girls.

And I thought you really felt this When we were talking about breakfast You made it seem like we connected I guess I just didn’t expect this

She was in denial now. Breakfast. She vividly remembered that conversation, how she was going to take you to one of her favorite places.

And I hope you had a good reason ‘Cause I know you had a good time And I’m looking up at the ceiling And I keep wondering why

Where were you in the morning, baby? How do you, how do you just walk away?

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It was now Christmas and Alessia was invited to an event with some of her National teammates.

“Great party, huh?” Ella says over the loud music, drink in hand.

“Yeah, so many celebrities.” Leah comes up wrapping her arms around the two.

“I know! I met Taylor Swift earlier! Didn’t know who I was but I met her!” Ella shrugs, excited to have met someone.

“Did you take a picture?” Alessia asks.

“Nah. Didn’t want to be too weird y’know.”

“Alright, alright! We’ve got another performance for you all tonight. Give it up for Y/N Y/LN!”

As you walked onto the stage, Alessia stood frozen and eyes wide, her friends having the same reaction.

“Oh my god, Less!”

#woso x reader #woso #greynatomy #woso imagines #woso imagine #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #engwnt #engwnt x reader #woso community

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melminli · 3 months

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Devil's Advocate

pairing: hazbin hotel x fem. reader

summery - after you died, you didn't really find it surprising to end up in hell. though, what you did find quite amusing was that your life down here sucked just a bit less than the one before.

word count: 2k

contains: cursing, strong language, sinner reader, violence, religious themes (obviously), sexual themes, demon horniness

part II

"What a fucking nightmare." You muttered to yourself in annoyance as you got out of the car that had driven you up the hill. You slammed the door behind you and didn't bother to look back as the car drove away, your eyes glued to the huge hotel in front of you. You looked grimly at the building for a short while until you finally decided to walk to the door. "Someone's going to get fucked if he's not in this shitty hotel, I swear to God."

Your hand was about to knock on the door when, to your surprise, it was suddenly yanked open. You hadn't even had a chance to touch the wood with your knuckles. "A new guest! Hello! So nice to meet you. My name is Charlie!" Shouted an enthusiastic voice with stars in her eyes as she excitedly grabbed your hand and pulled you inside. She didn't even give you a chance to give her a reaction. "Vaggie! Look! Look, I told you I had a good feeling today! And that good feeling is actually here!"

Her girlfriend looked at your figure with puckered eyes. Vaggie looked at your most prominent features one by one. Cat-like, four eyes, and a fifties style...oh no. "Charlie? I think that - " she began, slightly worried, but didn't get to finish her sentence.

"I'm just here for a visit." You quickly announced before things could get any more difficult and saw the princess's happy mood drop at your words as she let go of your hand at the same time. "I apologize if I gave the wrong impression but you don't happen to have a pussy working around here?" You asked with interest, looking around the room as your eyes landed on a bar. Well, this couldn't have been made easier for you. Your eyes narrowed slightly as you only spotted a spider-like figure on one of the chairs.

"Well, only if ya talking about our good-looking Husky." He said with a big grin on his face and pointed behind him. You could then hear a deep voice swearing. Still, he didn't give himself away, and you sighed at his childish behavior as you stepped closer to the bar. "There's no reason for you to hide anymore. You've already been exposed." You said as you narrowed your eyes at the empty space until he finally appeared. "Fuck you, Angel..." he grunted out.

"Why don't ya do it for me ~ "

You all ignored his flirting. Charlie, out of her own curiosity, decided to move closer to the scene as well. After all, it could still be the case that you would eventually decide to give the hotel a shot. She didn't want to completely rule out this possibility, even if it was a small one. "Oh, so you're here to see Husker?" She asked you, finally seeing the resemblance between the two of you. Well, you both had a cat-like appearance, after all. "Oh! Are you two siblings?"

You laughed. "No. At this point, I'm even doubting whether I'm even friends with this fucker." You answered her when your mood turned sour and you hit the table angrily with both your fists. "Where the hell have you been! I've been looking all over the place to find your ass!" You yelled out, causing the others to flinch slightly at your tone.

"...look, it's a bit difficult to explain. I didn't think about telling you where I am because - " he tried to explain himself when you interrupted him.

You waved your right hand in the air, uninterested. "Yeah, I don't give a damn where you are. I'm not your mother." You said and then crossed your arms. "What I do care about is when your stupid little friend kills my employees to steal my fucking money." You said as your eyes darkened. "And you know how I feel about my money."

Oh, fuck me.

Before the conversation between you could continue, you were interrupted by another voice that wasn't afraid to intrude on the conversation. "Oh my, do we have a problem here?" He asked with a broad smile as he appeared out of nowhere.

Charlie looked at the scene a little nervously. Why am I starting to get a bad feeling? She was briefly interrupted by her worries as Vaggie leaned closer to her so she could whisper something to her ear. "I couldn't tell you before, but that woman over there is the person who owns the banks in hell. Like, all of them. I only heard of her until now." She murmured to her. "As you can guess, she's somewhat of a big deal...they call her She-Devil."

Well, I suppose that's why. The Princess of Hell looked between your irritated figure and Alastor while sweating a little. Two powerful demons in one room couldn't be a good sign, not in this hotel. She tried to calm down and stay positive. Maybe nothing will happen? Maybe they will become friends.

You blinked a few times before looking up and down at the unknown figure to take in his appearance. Then you turned to Husker and pointed your thumb at the guy. "Who the hell is this smiley freak. Do you know him?" You asked, annoyed, and even though you lowered your volume a little, everyone in the room could still hear you clearly enough. Well, it wasn't like you were trying to be subtle or anything, you didn't really care if they heard. "Hey Knuckles, is that your hair or your ears? I can't quite make it out." You laughed as your tail swung comfortably behind you.

Oh no. Everyone in the room looked a little worried at your figure, not really daring to say a word, let alone laugh along.

Alastor's smile looked a little strained as he turned his head robotically to the side. "Allow me to introduce myself. The name is Alastor. Pleasure to meet you, sweetheart. Quite the pleasure." He said, holding his hand out in front of him, and you shook it without a care in the world. Now that you had heard his name, it sounded familiar. "Alastor...aren't you that Radio Devil?"

His eye twitched slightly. "Radio Demon, to be exact."

Oh.

A slight smile graced your face. "Didn't know you were back in town. Does that mean you're coming back to the radio business? 'Cause I hate that podcast of the 2D face and could use some good entertainment." You asked him and saw Husker give you an annoyed look. He's trying to tell me something, but what is it...

You thought for a few seconds and looked back at Alastor until you finally realized it. You looked back and forth between the two of them, and Husker raised an eyebrow at you as if to say, you finally got it?

Oh.That Alastor.

After your comment, the Radio Demon seemed to be in a better mood. "Oh, thank you, my dear. You got quite a good taste there, which is getting harder and harder to find these days." He replied with his familiar smile. "But to get back to your question, I guess I have to say...I'm not called the Radio Demon for nothing."

Of course not. "Good." You say and turn back to the bartender. "Now, where were we? Oh right, I was about to fuck you up." You announced and were about to climb over the bar to let your fists do the talking, only to be stopped by the many arms of the spider next to you. "Whoa, calm down Kitty Kat! As much as I'd love to see the pussy fight between ya two, why don't we hear the man out first, huh?"

You groaned. These people wouldn't let you do your job. "Because we're in hell? And nobody gives a shit?" You rub your forehead, exhausted. "But whatever, talk then."

Husker's head slowly looked up from behind the counter. "...remember how I said that Larry is a very good friend of mine who you can trust completely and that you can therefore give him a job in your company without worrying?" He said carefully before continuing. "Yeah, I lied about that. I lost to him in a game a long time ago, and I owed him a favor."

You looked around the room. "Did you hear that? Are you happy now? I just wanted to punch him in the face and call him stupid names to get it out of my system, but now I'm not only angry but also disappointed...he doesn't even bother to apologize." You said and sat down. You interrupted him before he could say a word. "Just make me a drink since it's the only thing you're good at."

This could have ended worse. Charlie took a step towards you so she could stand next to you. "Well, now that you're here, I can tell you about the concept of our hotel! I'm sure you won't want to leave once you've heard it." She announced cheerfully, unable to read the room at all. She was also just pretty desperate to get more people into this hotel and had a hard time dealing with the fact that the only one who she got in wanted to leave again.

Her girlfriend was about to tell her that maybe this was a bad time to bring it up, but surprisingly, you didn't mind talking about it. "Oh, you don't need to. I've already heard a few things." You began giving the girl hope as you didn't have that demeaning undertone that other people usually had. "You're planning to rehabilitate sinners here, no?"

"Yes! Do you want to give it a shot?"

You shook your head. "Not really." You replied, unknowingly shattering her dreams. Your hand reached for your drink as you turned to the spider next to you. "And the last time I checked, they don't let gay people in there, darling."

Angel Dust rolled his eyes. "Well, ain't that good fucking news. Does that mean I can stop being clean? 'Cause I don't wanna to stop sucking dick." He said and acted dramatically. Tears came up and were about to run down his cheeks when a single beam of light shone on him as he leaned on a chair with his chest. "Ya guys know I love sucking dick."

Panicked, Charlie waved her hands aggressively in the air. "No, of course not! There are gay people in heaven!" She shouted out until she realized she wasn't so sure about that. She needed to do more research on the rules up there. She turned to her girlfriend, looking to her for support. "Isn't that right, Vaggie? There are gay people in heaven?"

She assured everyone in the room. "Of course, there are gay people in heaven."

"Okay, good," Charlie pronounced as she let out a relieved breath with one hand on her chest. She then happily turned back to Angel Dust. "So, you can continue to stay clean then, Angel."

He had a bit of a disappointed look on his face while he sluggishly held his arm in the air to celebrate. "Yay, woo..."

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I have no idea if your requests are open or not so I apologize if they're closed 😭🫶

But could I request the octatrio with a fischl reader (female if possible ♡)

I love the octatrio sm rn and I rarely see any works with them so I just had to request

hi hi anon of course! do you think they would accidentally create an elemental reaction whenever floyd pokes oz 🧐

octavinelle with a fischl-like female reader!

a mysterious girl called "prinzessin der verurteilung" travels with oz, a night raven. through her unique abilities, eccentric character, and hard work, she has become a rising star among the guild's investigators, earning all the recognition. and yet she still fares mostly on her own

༉‧₊˚. azul ashengrotto

you were an unpredictable and quite eccentric person! its true that you have a quite different way of talking from others but it made you stand out!

"you dare to call my familiar and grim as monsters?! you must prepare your self, because it is time for retribution!"

"where did you get that bow?!"

"mein fraülein, if i dare to say so - that isn't one of your lines. but thank you for defending me."

your achievements in the school mainly were praiseworthy, azul knew for a fact that you were a strong one that he didn't want to come across with

until you got roped into the octavinelle issue and instead of looking at him with disdain - you were even willing to help him out?! maybe those rumors about you were true at all

as being someone who will willingly go out their way to help others in your own way, even if you come out harsh

what bothered azul most was how you were quick to intervene his plans as well as helping him with his problems

"why are we walking around school? where is oz?" "my dear familiar is taking his good rest. as for the reason of walking around - well i heard from a little bird that you are having a hard time on something. would you like to accept her majesty's help?"

surely and slowly, he was beginning to see right through you, even without oz's interpretation and to be honest? you weren't so difficult to understand at all

the most likely to spoil you rottens by letting you do as you please whenever you went to go visit their dorm

"didn't you mention before that you like reading? you can borrow some of my books here because it just so happens that i am an avid reader myself!" "...! i-i never thought that you were keeping that in mind, thank you azul."

as time goes by, the bad rumors surrounding you gradually dissipative → students will think twice of talking shit about you because this comes as a package deal for being friends with the octavinelle dorm leader.

༉‧₊˚. jade leech

"one is aware that fate has brought me into this path. hm-hm, may the glory of the prinzessin bring light to this wicked world." "oh my, how bold of you to address our world as such!"

true, jade couldn't really understand how you were able to say such things in front of the whole school and shrug it off

he is the type of friend that would take his time to sit down and listen for you for hours and even ask some questions about your previous adventures

"you met your evil twin?" "it was more like a shadow version of me, and oz here decided it was fun to leave me for her." "*gasp* i take full offense to that!" "oh my god, the prinzessin's most beloved familiar is a traitor."

jade knew for a fact that you were entirely different from the octatrio so he tries to steer you away from trouble as much as possible but with your friends and sometimes even floyd, maybe sometimes are not just possible

don't tell the other two but if you would pick someone trust the most to see you behind your act - it would be jade

knowing how observant he is, you wouldn't be surprised if he had seen through you already but you trust him enough and that's all you need

"hmm, this is troubling..."

"what seems to be the problem?"

"it looks like one of the students broke the contract and went hiding among his peers."

"that sounds like a problem, but no worries we can assist you."

color him surprise after seeing your investigation skills 😮 the task that should've took a day to complete got immediately solved less than half a day

and your fighting skills are extraordinary! from that day on, you would get extra allowance every time the octatrio need your help

while you seem capable of yourself, jade took it as his and floyd's responsibility to look after you because you were still kinda an airhead

"(name)..."

"i forgot the stove was still on..."

as you hail into their world as an outsider, he will do his best to provide you the best experience until you bring the glory of the prinzessin among them - after all, that is what friends for

༉‧₊˚. floyd leech

you are such an interesting fishie! or are you a bird? did you just turn into a bird? can you teach him that too?

it was like he finally met someone on the sam wavelength because floyd surprisingly went along with your act - taking the role as your confidant

"ne, ne (name) - can oz talk to other birds?"

"my dear ozzie?"

"'cuz if he can talk in human language can he understand animal language or he is just built different?"

if you think that sometimes you can't understand yourself, you couldn't understand floyd even more!

each of his random question just made you wonder your whole existence because this man will text you at 2 am asking "what would you call a male ladybug?"

"If peanut butter wasn’t called peanut butter, what would it be called?" "for the love of everything, floyd it is 2 am..." "yeah? so what would it be called though?"

being with floyd is like being hit with an uno reverse card and honestly - you were having fun!

it was like you were relieving your childhood with the eel and with his random outburst it motivates you to be more open about yourself

from time to time it was funny to see him trying to chase after oz, trying to ask your familiar over and over again if he could do the same thing

"i am afraid it would not be possible." "but we haven't even tried it out yet?" "why are you wrapping your hands around m- no, no, no we are not going into the water!"

news flash, they did. 😭

anyways! he adores you and oz and never fails to give you your daily hugs

as said before - floyd sometimes gets you in trouble by breaking rules and getting involve in the punishment but hey! some times its okay to let loose but not just too much.

still, you friendship may be a little unexpected to others and floyd knows that you are similar yet also different from each other but he will try to make your stay more bearable than letting you suffer all alone

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Hiiii! Could u do Tim Bradford with “He want lipstick, lip gloss, hickeys too” plss. Tysm

On rare nights Tim requires a little more from you. He’s spent his entire life in the service of other people, sometimes he just needs someone to take care of him, to make him feel loved, wanted. You sense that in him this evening, the desire for something more specific. It’s in the expression on his features, his body language. He gets a little soft, a little clingy, like he can’t stand the thought of not touching you.

“Tell me.” You whisper as you straddle his lap. “Tell me what you need tonight.”

He swallows hard as he looks up into your eyes because vulnerability doesn’t come easily to Tim, it never has.

“You’re safe with me.” You remind him, your fingertips trailing along his jaw. “You can ask me for anything.”

“Mark me.” He murmurs against your lips. “Lipstick, love bites I don’t care. I just need to feel like I’m yours.”

You know where this stems from. The two of you were at a bar tonight, Tim had stepped away for a couple of minutes to take a call and come back to find Richards from Robbery Homicide chatting you up. The other man was a star on the rise, you’d just finished up working a case with him…

Tim’s not an insecure man but there was something about the way detective looked at you that just made something in his chest ache. He’d carried it with him on the way back home because sometimes he thinks you should be with someone better than him, someone more charismatic, less surly.

He watches as you reach over to the nightstand and pick up the gold Dior lipstick that you’d placed there this morning. You uncap it, before applying the red pigment carefully over your lips. There’s a sensuality in the gesture and for a moment he’s mesmerised as you purse your lips together and pout.

“Better?” You ask quietly and he nods before tilting his head away from you, baring his throat.

Your lips brush over his pulse point and his breathing hitches, your teeth graze that perfect little spot and his grip on your thighs tightens just a little.

“Harder.” He mutters and the noise he makes when you bite down…

Christ it’s perfect.

You take your time with him, guiding him back amongst the sheets as you leave a trail of red lipstick marks down his body. When you pause to reapply, he whines a little, but you shush him, reassuring him with a light nip to his thigh.

He looks stunning underneath you, all that hard muscle decorated with your marks. Some of them will bruise tomorrow, marring his skin for days in the aftermath and he relishes the idea of wearing the evidence of your love for him underneath his uniform.

The tension ebbs from his muscles and he finds himself relaxing into the mattress. The exhaustion he’s been feeling lately, the burn out that takes it’s toll it starts to float away. When you reach his cock, he’s hard, it’s a physiological reaction to how good you make him feel but the truth is mentally he’d tired. It’s not the sex he craves, it’s the intimacy.

“Not tonight.” He mumbles cupping the side of your face. “I don’t have it in me.”

You understand in that moment it’s not about you, that it’s about him. It’s about feeling a sense of relief without having to give a part of yourself away. You’re the only person who has ever got that part of him, the only one who can truly deliver what he needs.

You kiss your way back up his body and Tim smiles softly, his thumb trailing over the shape of your mouth.

“Thank you.” He whispers and you can see in his eyes that it means the world to him that you aren’t taking something from him tonight.

“Sleep.” You say softly, your lips brushing over his. “I’ll still be here in the morning.”

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randomperson3736 · 11 months

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Crush- Batman: wayne family adventures

Paring(s): batfam x child! Reader, Bruce wayne x daughter! reader, Duke Thomas x sister! Reader, damian wayne x sister! Reader, Dick Grayson x sister! Reader

Genre: fluff, funny, heartbreak

Warning(s): none

Word bank: Y/N- your name

Duke leaned against the wall of school building, staring at an attractive young girl reading on the stairs. Dick leaned in close behind him, scaring the infatuated young man. "Who you staring at?"

"GAH!" Duke held his arms close, blushing. "I'm not staring" Dick placed his hands in his pockets. "You like her, just ask her out"

"I'm not- that isn't- I mean, HYPOTHETICALLY, if I wanted to do that, how would I...?" He asked awkwardly. Dick smiled and wrapped his arm around his shoulder. " just ask her out for coffee or to see a movie or something. Worst thing she can say is no. Its really not that bad"

"Yes it is!" Duke stated terrified. The two walked to Dick's car as he gave advice. "Try and work in a pun. Ladies love puns" Duke lowed his head and sulked. "Jason's right. You do give the worst advice"

~timeskip~

His crush waved at him and smiled. "Hey Duke!"

"...hi..." he whispered before putting his hands ro his head in embarrassment.

~timeskip~

The two should to be lovebirds were partnered in science class. Duke was holding onto a blue beaker and Ana was writing down notes. "Ana? Um, I've been wondering..." Duke asked not paying attention to the chemicals he was holding. "Yes?" She responded, not looking up from her book. "I, um, I've been thinking about it and-" he started to pour the blue liquid into the beaker on the counter containing a green liquid.

"Don't do that" She stated worriedly. "Oh" Duke looked down disappointedly, thinking she was rejected him. "No, I mean don't do THAT!" In actuality, the blue liquid caused a chemical reaction with the green liquid, turning it into purple and it started bubbling.

"OH!"

BOOM! It exploded in their faces.

~timeskip~

"Hey!" Duke turned around to see Ana standing behind him. "I tried catching you after class, but you practically sprinted out of there. I wanted to give you something" She sat next to him and handed Duke a small piece of paper. "What is this?"

"It's my number. In case you ever wanted to study together. Or... to see a movie or something, that'd be cool too" She stood up awkwardly, thinking he might reject her. "Or not, I guess. Don't worry about it"

"Wait! I'd love to see a movie with you" Duke stood up and smiled. "Or study. Whatever you want"

"Then I guess it's a date!" She smiled and waved goodbye to him. Duke looked at the paper one more time and cheered. "YES!"

~timeskip~

Down in the batcave, Duke was smiling like a dork at his phone. Stephanie noticed this and leaned in closely ro take a peek. "Who are you texting? You've been smiling like a dork this whole time"

Duke turned his head and smiled awkwardly. "No one. It's nothing"

Stephanie snatched the phone out of his hands and immediately started to look at the chats. "Oh my God! Do you have a girlfriend? How long have you guys been dating? From these texts, I'm guessing the last couple of weeks!"

"Give it back!" Duke stretched his arm out to get his phone back.

Stephanie held his phone up high and told the others. "Look! Duke got a girlfriend!"

"Nice! Way to go!" Tim gave Duke a tumbs up while he picked up Y/N. "Ew. Gross" damian looked away with disgust. Duke's phone buzzed with a text from Ana. Stephanie held the phone with both hands, eyes twinkling at the screen. "You have date tonight???" Duke snatched his phone out of her hands. "None of your business. I'm going back up stairs"

As soon as he were out of sight, Stephanie leaned inor the two boys and little girl. "Tim, Damian, Y/N you thinking what I'm thinking?"

~timeskip~

Y/N tilted her head in confusion. "Why do you need costumes for steak?"

Damian sighed. "No, Y/N. A steak out of where you watch over someone in secret"

"But... do you get steak?"

Tim started putting on a large trench coat and hat. "While... we did get steak that one time..."

~timeskip~

Duke was waiting in front of the restaurant staring down at his watch, worrying why Ana wasn't there yet. "Duke! Over here!" He turned his head and smiled when he saw her. "Sorry I'm late"

"Your here, that's all that matters"

The two were sat outside with a small vase of pink roses in the middle. "This place is really nice!" Ana said as she admired her surroundings. "My brother Dick, recommended it..." he looked around and paused at a table holding his four disguised siblings. He frowned angrily. Stephanie quickly hid behind the menu. "Oh no. Do you think he saw us?" Tim peaked up from his menu to look at the couple. "He may have noticed"

"I told you these disguises were idiotic. Also the top head makes it easier to see Y/N"

"Leave her alone Damian. It makes her look fancy" Tim scolded his younger brother before turning his attention to the young couple. "Don't mind us!"

"Yea, Dami I look fancy" Y/N took a sip of her paper cup. While damian just rolled his eyes playfully. Stephanie waved at the couple and cheered. "You got this sweetie!" Duke hid his face in his hands in embarrassment. Ana smiled. "Is that your family?"

"Not after I murder them all" She held Duke's hand, making his cheeks git bright red. "I think it's kinda funny"

"So dates not ruined?" Duke asked smiling.

"No. And I'm not going anywhere"

"Awwww, look at them!" Stephanie cheered from the other table. "Bleh" Damain stuck he tongue out in disgust.

~timeskip~

Duke was on the rooftop with his knees to his chest. He reminisced on the memories with his time with Ana. Duke heard the tap of a shoe and turned his head to see cass climbing through the window. "Hey"

"Hey"

She sat down next to him and placed her hand on his shoulder. "Sorry" Duck crawled in through the window on the opposite side to Duke. "Got room for one more?" He sat beside Duke on the other side. "So everyone knows?"

"Yeah. Detective training and all that. You get used to it" Dick laughed. "Great" Duke said sarcastically. "I've got Damian and Y/N gurading your door. They'll hold off Bruce until your ready for the break up talk"

"Wanna talk about it?" Cass asked.

"No"

"Ok" She leaned her head on his shoulder.

Duke looked up at the sky with tears threatening to fall. "She wants to be friends. How am I supposed to go back to that after everything?"

"It's okay to need space. You've allowed to give yourself time to heal"

"It doesn't feel like It'll ever get better" Dule held his knees ro his chest and started ro cry.

"It will. I promise"

"We've got you Duke. We're all here"

Dick hugged Duke and cass leaned on his shoulder, comforting the poor heartbroken boy.

Damian and Y/N sat outside Duke's room guarding him from their father. Damian held his katana and Y/N held a childerns book. "Dami, why is Duke crying?"

"The girl Duke feel head over heels for broke up with him. He is facing what they call a heartbreak"

Y/N put her knees to her chest. "But aren't they suppose to live happily ever after?"

"Life isn't a fairy tale Y/N. Feelings always come to an end"

"Why don't they ever talk about break ups in the stories? They make love look so easy"

"Because people want to believe that they can have a happily ever after with rainbows and unicorns. They believe they can prevent them from getting hurt. It's foolish really, that's why I do not condone in such acts. It is better to just accept reality than prolong the impossible" Y/N looked at Damian in confusion, but she kinda got it. She looked down at her knees and opened her mouth before closing it. Unfortunately for her, Damain noticed. "Yes? Do u have any question?"

"Umm... what if they have kids?" She mumbled.

"What?"

Y/N had tears prickling in her eyes. "What if they had a kid, and fall out of love? What happens to the kid?" Damian mentally cursed himself for making her cry. "Usually it ends up in divorce and one of the parents takes the child"

"No... I mean... I..." she rubbed the tears from her eyes. "We were made out of love right Dami?" Damian dropped his katana and faced Y/N. "Y/N, where is this coming from?"

"I...I don't know. I mean, we have daddy but... but mommy... she... she..." Damian gripped her hand tightly making her fouce of him. "Y/N whatever that women told you was a lie"

"But she said she never wanted me and that she didn't love me..."

"Father made us with love. That's all that matters"

"So..." Y/N sniffed. "We were made out of love?"

"Of course we were" He hugged her tightly.

~timeskip~

Duke was staring at his phone at photos of him and Ana. While his siblings helped a little with the pain, he was still feeling upset. He saw little Y/N in the door frame holding some children's books. "Y/N? What are you doing? Shouldn't you be in bed?"

"Um... well when Dickie told me what happened to you, I wanted to help" She showed her collection of books in her arms. "Whenever I feel sad, daddy or Dami read me bedtime stories and I thought maybe it could help you" Duke gave a small smile, "Alright. Let's try it out" He laid down awkwardly om his bed as Y/N tried to tuck him in. Y/N sat down on the side of the his bed and opened on of her books. "Once upon a time..."

It took a couple minutes before Y/N passed out. She did try to stay up but it was past her bedtime. Duke laid in his bed facing upwards at the ceiling. He was still awake and the stories didn't help, but he turned to the sleeping Y/N and smiled. "Thanks Y/N" Duke was still upset. His mind still racing from the question he kept asking himself 'what did he do wrong?' But the question started to become quieter. Maybe the stories did help. He yawned and tucked them both in and said "Goodnight" before difting off to a peacefull sleep.

~Bonus~

Y/N was in her car seat on her way to pick up Duke, Tim and Damian from school with Dick. Dick was humming to the music on the radio until he was interrupted by his youngest sister. "Dickie, what's a crush?"

"Hmm?" He looked her through the review mirror. "Well, a crush is someone who has romantic feelings for another person"

"...I don't get it"

"Well, it's understandable since your still young"

She looked down and played with her fingers. "I always thought crush was a drink though?"

"That's another type of crush"

"Can I have a crush?" She asked innocently.

Dick started sweating. "Uh... not right now, baby bird. If Bruce and Damian found out you liked someone and that I said it was fine, I'll be killed"

"....Dickie I meant the drink"

"Oh, then of course you can! Just don't tell Aflred, he'd definitely kill me"

#batfam #damian wayne #Bruce wayne #dick grayson #duke thomas #Bruce wayne x daughter reader #Damian wayne x sister reader #batfam x reader #x sister reader #x child reader #duke thomas x sister reader

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perfectsunlight · 7 months

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01 ⸺ MASTER MANIPULATOR

warnings: mildly suggestive, manipulation, anger issues, trust issues, toxic behavior, insecurity within a relationship, controlling relationship, lisa and y/n are js horrible for each other basically...

word count: 5.1k

part of the series: LOGICAL

when two people are like fire and gasoline, it's best to keep them apart. but logic never applied to y/n and lisa's relationship.

if y/n was fire, lisa was gasoline.

their relationship was a constant battle of intense emotions, a dangerous dance between fiery passion and explosive reactions. when they clashed, things got ugly very quickly.

yet, amid the chaos, there was an undeniable magnetism that kept pulling them back together.

their love was a dangerous addiction, and both of the girls had been hooked.

lisa manobal was both the bane of y/n kim’s existence, and the love of her life. because loving lisa meant loving contradiction, she was a puzzle of contrasting pieces.

one moment she could be the most loving and sincere person, and then the next turn incredibly cold and angry. there were many nights where the girl spent hours in screaming contests with her girlfriend, only to end up falling asleep on her chest afterwards.

at this point in the relationship, y/n knew better than to distinguish the two as different people.

she understood that the girl she loved encompassed both the best and worst aspects of her life. and lisa would say the same things about y/n, as well.

“were you arguing with y/n last night?”

the blonde asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as lisa threw her practice shirt over her head. she mentally cursed coach kim for making monday conditioning practice at 5 in the morning. the superstar sighed at the mention of her girlfriend’s name, already feeling the irritation brewing in her once again.

“yeah. i was.”

jeon somi knew better than anyone that the two lovers were always arguing. she had even come home to the apartment to witness lisa and her girlfriend involved in a heated argument. it usually ended either one of two ways.

and both of those ways left her with no sleep. however this time the point guard wasn’t at the dorm this time, which made it worse.

“you two aren’t good for each other, you know.” somi mumbled, pointing a chopstick at her friend. the basketball star turned her head and scoffed at the center. “yeah? and does aeri know about you kissing chaeyoung? because i can easily let her know.”

lisa's sharp retort hung in the air, and the taller girl physically recoiled, her eyes widening in surprise and fear. the threat was clear, and the tension in the room escalated. it was early, the sun still asleep and the sky still dark.

but even in the darkened room, somi could see the intensity swirling in her roommate's eyes.

somi's lips pressed into a thin line, her fingers nervously tracing the rim of her coffee cup. she had touched a nerve, and it was evident in the way the other girl’s jaw clenched and her shoulders stiffened.

the mention of her infidelity was still a sensitive subject for her, even if it happened well over a month ago.

“you don't have to bring aeri into this,” somi said, her voice barely above a whisper, attempting to maintain her composure despite the storm brewing in her chest. “we're talking about you and y/n, and how i can’t sleep because you’re arguing over the phone at midnight.”

ygu’s most venomous let out a sarcastic chuckle, taking a sip of her water before pulling the team’s jacket on. “then sleep at aeri’s. you should know by now that i’m not breaking up with her.” she said flatly, checking her hair in the hallway mirror. “besides,”

lisa met somi's eyes in the mirror, her own gaze challenging. “i don't need a lecture from someone who cheated on their girlfriend. i would never cheat on y/n,” she retorted, her voice laced with dragged out vowels and pointed shade. she swung her bag over her shoulder before walking towards the front door.

“now hurry up. i don’t want to be late because of you.”

“you look exhausted. did you even sleep?”

“yeri unnie, i don’t want to do this right now.” y/n said flatly, tightening her laces as she spoke. the locker room was empty, save it be for the two cousins. yeri took a seat next to her, staring at her with a pointed gaze.

silence followed from the younger girl as she tried to just ignore her cousin’s questioning. she was too tired to deal with this, especially since they had conditioning in a few minutes.

yeri leaned back against the concrete wall, letting out an audible exhale before speaking once more.

“it was lisa again, wasn’t it?”

y/n's fingers faltered for just a half second, but it was enough for the eldest to notice it. it was all the confirmation she needed.

"what was it this time?" yeri asked, lazily draping an arm over her cousin.

y/n shot yeri a sharp glance, her patience wearing thin. “unnie, seriously, not now,” she snapped, her tone laced with irritation. she resumed tying her laces, trying to focus on the task at hand rather than the conversation she didn't want to have.

she removed her arm from y/n's shoulder but fixed her with an unyielding stare. “you can't keep avoiding it, y/n. this has been going on for months, and you're clearly not okay.”

rolling her eyes, y/n huffed out a frustrated breath. “do you think i enjoy this? do you think i like going to bed every night with a knot in my stomach, wondering if we're going to wake up still together?” she scoffed and glanced at the older girl for a brief moment, “and what do you want me to do? wave a magic wand and fix everything? i'm tired, okay? so, please, spare me the interrogation right now.”

yeri didn’t have time to come up with a response before her aunt and coach walked into the locker room. “yerim, your socks are inside out.” coach taeyeon pointed out as she threw away the last bit of her apple in the nearby trash can.

“aw man, again?”

y/n shook off the rest of her drowsiness as she rose from the bench and moved towards the door, but not before her mother stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. the young girl turned to look up, watching as coach taeyeon’s eyes scanned her face briefly. “you didn’t sleep last night.” she observed out loud, raising an eyebrow at her daughter. the brunette forced a tired smile, attempting to brush off her mother's concern. “i was just studying late, it's nothing,” she replied with a small nod.

as if on cue, the muffled voices of jeon somi and the last girl y/n wanted to see were heard from down the hall.

kim taeyeon's gaze remained sharp as she narrowed her eyes slightly. “stop waiting until the night before to study. i need you at your best on the court. we have a game next week.”

y/n quickly nodded before moving past her mother, not being able to deal with standing in the same room as her girlfriend at the moment. it was bad enough that they had argued the night before, but there was also no point in talking to lisa when she was most likely still irritated.

“on the baseline.” coach irene called out, her voice echoing off the walls of ygu’s gymnasium.

the command pulled y/n from her thoughts, and she quickly jogged towards the baseline, her mind shifting gears from personal issues to the grueling conditioning ahead. coach irene bae, a no-nonsense woman with a reputation for pushing her players to their limits, scanned the team with a stern expression.

“good morning, vipers.” coach kim called out. “good morning, coach.” was the team’s reply, the crisp echo of the unified response filled the gymnasium, setting the tone for the intense training session that lay ahead. “i’d like to start off by stating the obvious,” coach taeyeon walked slowly with her arms behind her back, scanning each of her players one by one.

“you’ve gotten lazy.”

the gymnasium fell into a heavy silence as coach taeyeon's words hung in the air. every pair of eyes, including y/n's, were fixated on their coach. the atmosphere was thick with anticipation; the vipers were used to tough love, but there was something different in coach taeyeon's voice this time, a mix of disappointment and determination.

“we were the champions last year, but that doesn't mean we can rest,” coach kim continued, her gaze unwavering. “complacency has no place in this team. if you're not giving your all, you're giving nothing.”

coach irene, standing beside the head coach, added her voice to the conversation. “a chain is only as strong as its weakest link. see to it that our team has none.”

“it’s 5 in the morning. if she starts with suicides, i’m hanging myself in her office.” yena muttered next to her. y/n bit back a small laugh at her roommate’s comment, looking down quickly at her shoes to make sure irene wouldn’t see her laughing.

“alright, ladies, you know the drill. let's start with suicides. and i want to see speed!” coach irene barked, shaking the drowsiness from the other players.

the whistle blew, and the players exploded into motion. the rhythmic pounding of sneakers against the gym floor resonated in the air, blending with the sounds of heavy breathing and the occasional encouraging shout from a teammate. y/n focused on her breathing, on the steady beat of her heart, allowing the repetitive motion to clear her mind.

y/n's muscles protested with each stride, but she pushed through the pain, knowing that stopping wasn’t an option. despite the sounds from the pounding of her feet and the thumping of her heart, y/n could only focus on the pair of eyes locking with hers with every touch on the line.

seulgi and lisa were captains, meaning they always stood next to each other towards the front of the line. with every downward touch to the line, y/n could see lisa clearly.

in the midst of exhaustion, y/n's mind wandered back to their conversation in the locker room. the challenges with lisa, the late-night arguments, and the strain it put on their relationship – all of it seemed distant. they both knew better than to bring their issues to the court.

here, they were not lovers. they were just teammates.

eventually, the suicides ended. yuqi was standing with her arms over her head, yeri was hunched over, yujin and somi were both leaning against each other, and both hanni and rei were laying down on their backs.

“if i get arthritis at 30 i’m blaming coach bae.” yena muttered under her breath as she took a seat on the floor next to y/n. the other girl snickered, catching the attention of both of their coaches.

“y/n, yena. you two still have energy, clearly. down, plank for 5.”

yena groaned, y/n sighing in defeat as the two got into position. the only sound was the faint shuffling of sneakers as the rest of the team recovered from the suicides. y/n shot a quick glance at her roommate, who was already grimacing. the strain of the exercise was evident on both their faces, but y/n was determined not to let her arms give out before the countdown ended.

the five minutes felt like 5 hours, but eventually the suffering came to an end. “y/n, up.”

“what about me?!” yena called out, looking up at coach irene with an incredulous look. irene raised an eyebrow at yena's comment, her lips twitching in a half-smile.

“what was that about you hanging yourself in my office?”

yena groaned dramatically but didn't argue further, knowing when it was best to relent.

y/n staggered to her feet, her arms and legs feeling like jelly after the intense workout. she moved to the nearby bench, wiping the sweat from her brow with the front of her sleeve. from behind, the point guard felt a familiar hand on the back of her wrist.

she didn't need to turn around to know it was lisa.

the point guard felt a water bottle slip into her hand without another word, and just like that lisa’s touch was gone.

y/n took a long swig from the water bottle, feeling the cool liquid replenishing her parched throat. the taste was familiar; it was lisa's preferred brand. even though there were no words exchanged, the simple gesture spoke volumes. it was a testament to their unspoken understanding, that sometimes they didn't always need words.

sometimes y/n thinks lisa is better at that fact.

conditioning continued on for another hour, and needless to say everyone was on the verge of either throwing up or passing out. especially yena, who was perhaps on her 5th punishment plank of the practice.

once the players retired to the locker room for showers, y/n took a seat next to her cousin once again. yeri slung an arm around the younger girl.

y/n leaned into yeri's comforting embrace, feeling the soreness in her muscles gradually ebbing away. the locker room was alive with a symphony of laughter, groans, and the hiss of water hitting the floor as the players showered off the day's intensity.

“can you believe she’s planking again?” y/n said, her voice a mix of exhaustion and triumph. yeri chuckled, her arm tightening around her cousin. “she’ll get us in trouble if she mouths off in a game.”

the point guard nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips. yena’s rebellious spirit was both endearing and worrisome. while it added a touch of humor to their intense training sessions, it was also a trait that could potentially lead to trouble during crucial moments in a game.

she glanced at the way seulgi and irene were talking in a corner of the locker room. there was rumor that the senior captain and assistant coach had something going on between them for some time now, but y/n would never ask her mother about it.

“do you think they’re dating? or just hooking up?” yeri whispered, eyeing the two in the corner as well. y/n leaned in closer to yeri, her voice barely above a whisper. the rumors about seulgi and coach irene had been circulating for a while, and the mystery surrounding their relationship had piqued the curiosity of the entire team. “i have no idea,” y/n admitted, her gaze fixed on the pair. “they're both incredibly private about their personal lives.”

the older girl nodded as she stood, yawning as she stretched her arms. “are you spending the night with yuqi and i again?” she asked. y/n hummed for a moment before answering. “i’ll let you know. we haven’t talked since last night…”

yeri gave her a knowing look, but decided on not saying anything. y/n waved her cousin goodbye before making her way to one of the open showers. almost all of the team was gone by now, or about to leave. thankfully, this meant y/n could shower a bit longer without interruptions.

the warm water hit across her skin, as the steam curled around her, y/n closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment of respite. the shower had always been her sanctuary, a place where she could let go of the world, if only for a little while.

even after, the young girl was lost in her thoughts. she placed her clothes inside the team backpack before she felt a familiar set of hands around her waist.

y/n leaned back slightly, allowing lisa to wrap her arms around her, her grip gentle yet reassuring. “rough day,” lisa murmured, her voice soft against her girlfriend’s ear. y/n nodded, appreciating the comfort the basketball star brought.

“yeah, but we made it through.”

lisa pressed a small kiss to the back of y/n's head, inhaling the scent of the shampoo on her head. “we always do,” she mumbled.

“i’m still mad at you.” the shorter girl muttered, back still pressed against her lover. lisa let out a soft sigh, her fingers gently tracing patterns on y/n's waist. “i don't see why you're so upset, babe. she's just a friend.”

y/n pulled away slightly, turning to face lisa with a serious expression. “i still don’t like how you’re always talking to her. you tell her everything too.”

a small scoff escaped the taller girl’s lips, “am i not allowed to tell my friends about my life? or my problems?”

y/n's frustration simmered beneath the surface. “it's not about you sharing your life, lisa. it's about the way you're sharing it with her. it feels...intimate. and you already know how i feel about her.”

the star rolled her eyes before quickly being replaced by a defensive edge. “she's just a friend, y/n. you're blowing this out of proportion.”

y/n's jaw clenched, her patience wearing thin. “it's not just about her. it's about us. i need to know that i can trust you, completely.”

lisa sighed, running a hand over her face as she let go of her girlfriend’s waist completely. she took a glance towards the office, making sure neither coach irene or coach taeyeon were still around at the moment. the athlete turned around to face her girlfriend once again.

“trust? you know i trust you. but you're always so suspicious. i can't talk to anyone without you assuming the worst.”

y/n shook her head, her voice determined. “it's not suspicion, it's concern. i've seen the way she acts around you. i've seen the way you respond to her messages.”

lisa's eyes narrowed, her tone sharpening. “so now you're monitoring my messages? that's a breach of my privacy.”

“so what?” y/n snapped, pointing a finger at her girlfriend. “i have every right.”

ygu’s most venomous scoffed, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “right? you don't get to invade my privacy and then claim you're right. that's not how this is going to work.”

y/n's face contorted with anger, her fists clenching at her sides. “you're the one who's making this relationship impossible. i can't trust you, lisa. you've broken my trust over and over again. i tell you that i don’t like it when you do something, then you promise me you’ll stop, and then i catch you still doing it!”

lisa's eyes flashed with irritation. “oh, don't play the victim here. you're not innocent in this, y/n. your jealousy and constant need for control are suffocating.”

the room seemed to vibrate with their mutual resentment, toxic energy swirling between them. y/n's voice rose, laced with frustration and hurt. “i'm not suffocating you. i just want a relationship built on trust and respect. is that too much to ask?”

“trust and respect? you don't even trust me to have a conversation with someone without assuming the worst. that's not trust, that's paranoia.” the taller girl shot a piercing gaze to the point guard.

y/n's face flushed with anger, her voice sharp. “i'm not paranoid, stop making it sound like i’m batshit crazy. i'm just tired of your lies and secrets. if you can't be honest with me, then maybe we shouldn't be together.”

lisa's eyes turned icy, her voice cutting like a knife. “oh, you’re not going anywhere.”

“what do you mean, i'm not going anywhere?” y/n asked, her voice quivering despite her attempts to sound strong.

the taller girl’s lips curled into a small smile, a cruel glint in her eyes. “you think you can just walk away? after all we've been through? you're mine, y/n. you don't get to leave.”

the point guard rolled her eyes and swung her backpack over her shoulders. “i’m tired of talking to you.” she huffed, moving to walk out of the locker room.

the shooting guard’s smile faded, replaced by a growing anger. she swiftly moved to block y/n's path, her tall frame imposing and intimidating. “we're not finished here.”

y/n glared at lisa, her anger simmering just beneath the surface. “yes. we are.” she spat as she pushed past her girlfriend, ignoring the way the locker sounded when it collided with the taller girl’s fist. that was definitely going to leave a new dent.

“you’re up late.”

y/n looked up from her desk to see yena leaning in the doorway. the point guard gave her a half smile, “couldn’t sleep. i’m just journaling now.” she shifted in her chair to face her roommate better. “did you get back from yuri’s?”

yena nodded, her eyes scanning the appearance of her closest friend. “yeah, just got back. she made some weird concoction, but it surprisingly tasted good. also,” she leaned closer and chuckled softly. “you’re wearing my sweater?”

y/n glanced down at the oversized sweater she had draped over her shoulders. “oh, yeah,” she said, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “i hope you don't mind. it was on my bed and i got cold. plus, i need to wash all my stuff.”

yena waved off her concern, a playful glint in her eyes. “nah, you’re good. besides, i have like ten more of those in my closet, so feel free to borrow them whenever you want.”

she perched on the edge of y/n's desk, her expression turning more serious. “but seriously, what's going on, y/n? you've seemed really off lately.” y/n hesitated for a moment before deciding to confide in her friend.

“you already know what i’m going to say.” she chuckled as she closed her journal and slid it back into its place on her shelf.

yena's expression turned into a knowing frown, her eyes filled with concern. “do you want to talk about it? or do you want to do something to take your mind off of it?”

“hm,” she rubbed the back of her own neck before giving her a small smile. “i think i’d like a distraction.”

“a legal one or–”

“yes, a legal one, choi yena.”

the other athlete chuckled, her laughter carrying a hint of mischief. “hey, i just had to make sure! wouldn't want to accidentally involve you in any late-night heists or anything.” she winked playfully, her lighthearted demeanor bringing a small smile to y/n's lips.

“you would drag me into something like that,” y/n replied, the tension in her shoulders easing ever so slightly. “can we bring yuqi with us?”

yena grinned mischievously. “oh, absolutely. with yuqi's height, we'll be unstoppable.”

“...you better be implying something legal. we have a game soon.” y/n threw a pen at her roommate as she stood up.

“who said coaches have to know?” she called out over her shoulder, grabbing the keys to her car from the counter. y/n glanced up from putting her shoes on, furrowing her brows with a chuckle. “yena…are you forgetting who my mom is?”

“damn. you’re right.”

“where are you?”

y/n looked up into the sky, ignoring the way her face was freezing from the winter air. she watched her breath dance as she exhaled through her nose before replying. “with yena and yuqi. why?”

“i miss you. come over.”

the point guard looked over at her friends in the distance, watching as they ate their fries on the curb. y/n had told them her mother called, excusing herself from them for a moment.

of course, she was lying about who had called. and she was sure they knew that too.

“i’m still mad at you, lisa.” she whispered just loud enough for her girlfriend to hear.

“i know. but just come over. please.”

there was a light pause, and y/n could feel the refusal on the tip of her tongue. until lisa spoke the next words that changed her mind.

“we don’t have to talk.”

y/n couldn’t remember what bullshit excuse she gave yena and yuqi. she couldn’t remember how long it took her to get from her dorm to lisa’s. it was all just morphed into one blur.

but one thing was for sure. she’d always remember the familiar burn on her skin whenever her girlfriend touched her.

“somi’s sleeping at aeri’s tonight,” lisa whispered into her girlfriend’s ear as she pulled the point guard into her lap.

y/n felt her heart race as lisa's warm breath brushed against her ear. the familiar scent of her girlfriend's perfume mingled with the subtle aroma of the room, creating an intoxicating atmosphere. despite her earlier resolve, y/n found herself succumbing to the magnetic pull between them.

the basketball star's arms wrapped around y/n, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them. it was as if the two came to a silent agreement, ignoring the troubles and complications that clouded their relationship at that moment.

“we have a scrimmage tomorrow.” the brunette whispered back as a small warning, already feeling lisa’s hands trailing up her back.

her hands moved in a slow, deliberate manner, tracing patterns on y/n's back as she leaned in, her lips barely brushing against her girlfriend's earlobe.

“i know,” she murmured, her voice low and husky, sending shivers down y/n's spine. “but we have tonight.”

y/n closed her eyes, succumbing to the sensations that coursed through her body. it was a dangerous game they played, skirting the edges of their relationship's complexities, yet in that moment, it felt like the most natural thing in the world.

the room seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a dance of longing and desire. for a brief moment, y/n allowed herself to forget about the arguments, the suspicions, and the doubts. all that mattered was the here and now, and the way y/n knew that this version of her girlfriend wasn’t the one punching lockers.

as lisa's lips found her neck, y/n let out a soft sigh, her fingers tangling in her girlfriend's hair. it was a temporary escape, and they both knew it. but neither of them cared.

“let me kiss you,” lisa whispered, hands resting on the back of y/n’s bra. she could feel the way her girlfriend’s fingers caressed the clasp. “i’ll be gentle…”

the logical part of her brain screamed at her to stop, to resist the pull of lisa's lips and the promises whispered in the quiet of the night. but the ache in her heart, the need for connection and reassurance, drowned out the voices of caution.

y/n needed this kind of reassurance. that no matter what happened between them, she would always be the one in her girlfriend’s bed at the end of the day.

she nodded, a barely perceptible movement, granting permission for lisa to bridge the distance between them. the basketball star's lips met y/n's with a tenderness that belied the storm within both of them.

lisa's hands cradled y/n's face gently, as if she held something infinitely precious. her kisses were soft and feather-light, tracing a path along y/n's lips. she’d spent countless nights with the young point guard like this.

every part of y/n was memorized by lisa. just like every part of lisa was memorized by y/n.

y/n slipped a finger on the waistband of her girlfriend’s sweatpants, not moving further, but just resting there. “we have a scrimmage tomorrow,” lisa whispered, reciting y/n’s own protest from earlier.

“shut up.” y/n mumbled, her touch traveling further as her fingers traced the contours of lisa's abdomen, mapping the familiar terrain of her girlfriend's body. lisa smirked, her lips curving into a playful smile.

lisa moved one of her hands away from her lover’s back and instead intertwined their fingers. the smaller girl glanced at her girlfriend’s knuckles with a small pout, seeing the small bruises forming around from lisa’s burst of anger earlier.

she was reminded of the reason for their heated argument of the past two days. y/n narrowed her eyes slightly, pushing lisa onto her back as she straddled her waist by shifting her position.

“do you think im pretty?” y/n whispered, looking into the eyes of the girl she had loved for the past two years. she could feel the jealousy creeping up in her chest. she hated the way she argued with her girlfriend. she hated how insecure she felt in her own relationship.

and she hated park chaeyoung for being the reason why.

lisa’s hand unclasped the back of y/n’s bra, watching it fall from underneath her shirt as she answered.

“you’re very pretty, princess.”

feeling the weight of her own insecurity, y/n leaned down, capturing lisa's lips in a hungry kiss. it was a desperate attempt to drown out the doubts that plagued her, a way to seek solace in the tangible affection between them. lisa responded eagerly, her hands sliding up y/n's back, pulling her closer, their bodies molding together in the familiar dance of desire.

but despite the intensity of their kiss, a shadow of doubt still lingered in y/n's heart. she broke the kiss, her breaths uneven, her eyes searching lisa's face for reassurance while the girl’s hands slipped into her shorts.

“promise me, lisa,” she pleaded, her voice wavering. she didn’t know if it was from her own worries, or from the way lisa was touching her. “promise me that there's nothing between you and chaeyoung.”

lalisa’s expression softened with understanding, her free hand gently tracing the contours of y/n's face. “kim y/n, you're the only one i want,” she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

“there's nothing between chaeyoung and me, i promise.” she added, already sliding the point guard’s underwear to the side. y/n's heart wavered, torn between her lingering doubts and the intoxicating desire lisa stirred within her.

she was desperate to believe in her girlfriend, to drown out the uncertainties that clouded her mind.

and the fiery passion in lisa's eyes, and the way she touched her, were persuasive arguments that spoke louder than words.

“i love you,” the basketball star muttered against y/n’s lips, already making her fingers at home in the only part of her girlfriend that no one else could ever have. immediately, y/n replied with a soft moan, attaching her lips to lisa’s in a shallow kiss. it was a reminder to lisa, that it was only in moments like this where her girlfriend truly felt reassured.

even if she knew that they’d be yelling at each other again by the end of the week, she didn’t care. y/n kim was hers, and she always would be.

“i love you too.”

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Can I make a request a headcanon of Riddle, Vil's, Jamil's and Azul's reaction to finding out that their romantic partner is a direct descendant of the Great Seven? (Like the ones who found and made their dorms?)

Male or Female Yuu/MC/Reader/Y/N please and thank you!

What a wonderful ask, my friend ! I apologize for making this so late, I hope that you will still enjoy reading these head canons if you are still out there. I'll be using gender neutral reader since I wanted everyone to enjoy it but if you wish for a male/female reader only, send in a request and I'll get right to it !

Pairing(s) : vil schoenheit x reader, jamil viper x reader, Azul ashengrotto x reader, riddle rosehearts x reader

Warning(s) : gn!reader, may have some cursing, they/them pronouns are used but gender isn't mentioned, reader is a merfolk in Azul's part (cause you know- Ursula is a mermaid..), also they act similar to their ancestors.

Jamil, Vil, Riddle and Azul finding out that their partner is a descendant of one of the great sevens :

Riddle Rosehearts

When Riddle first met you, he didn't think much of it. Sure you were quite commanding and respected the rules of his dorms very well (which he appreciated) but he just thought it was your personality and nothing more.

When he found you looking at the Queen of Heart's statue, he was surprised to see dissatisfaction on your face. You appeared a little bothered and as your partner he wished to make sure his s/o was alright.

"Is everything ok my Rose ? You seem a little out of your element."

"Ah Riddle, no I'm all good I'm simply thinking about certain things concerning my ancestor."

"Oh, and who are they ?"

"The one I'm looking at right now."

....

WhAt-

he wasn't expecting that, honestly, it feels like a bucket of ice got dropped on his head. Since she is seen in such a positive light in Night Raven College, he will start asking you about her.

"Oh she was a tyrannical queen, absolutely insane with no moral whatsoever. The only traditions we pass down in the family are the rules and leadership qualities, those are taught to the kids at a young age. I never admired her, not once. Sometimes rules didn't even need to be broken for her to cut someone's head off. If she was in front of me, breathing, at this exact moment I would give her a taste of her own medicine."

...

He didn't expect that, not once did he think of it that way. What was pictured to be a righteous royal turned out to be someone who beheaded people for a yes or a no.

It doesn't change what he thinks about you, you are your own person and what your ancestor did is unforgivable.

he's just stunned, and maybe a bit more proud of being your significant other.

Vil Schoenheit

You and Vil are the star couple of NRC, people literally turn blind when they look at the both of you. Dazzled with glam and beauty I swear to god-

He's glad he doesn't have to constantly shout at you for being reckless and ruining your eyeshadow. Not like some people

You were the perfect visual depiction of a queen/king/royal, I imagine you two walking down the school hallway and a red carpet spawns out of nowhere for the both of you to walk on.

Aphrodite has favorites.

You take good care of your appearance, no matter the special/ so called 'unusual' features you carry, you still manage to appear even more wonderful than the Fairest Queen herself.

Rook stalks you follows you around a lot. He would gush at you everyday as you sat in front of the mirror and prepared yourself for the day.

He does this to Vil as well and y'all consider this normal at this point. If you don't, then get prepared to be spooked all the time. Like...all the time.

"My my [Nickname], you look especially splendid today ! Not like you aren't usually, but you managed to make your beauty shine even more than it already was !"

"Well I am the Fairest Queen's great-great-great-great granddaughter/son/child after all."

"..."

"Pardon me."

"Where did that come from ? Orchidia was that in the script-"

Rook will tell Vil immediately, it isn't like it will affect your relationship in any way, he just thinks its a very interesting fact about you.

He may or may not flatter himself with it, but even if you weren't, your beauty does shine without an ancestor to prove it.

Jamil Viper

You are an amazing tactician, I mean, you were capable of coming up with a plan to stop kalim from burning down the dorm 10 days before it had the possibility of taking place.

And let's not ignore your persuasive abilities, you don't even need unique magic to have 200 students do what you want.

You and Jamil are one manipulative pair, but at least you have good morals. Kinda wishing you were there during the entirety of chapter 4 because it would have been over in one episode with no overblot happening at all.

Wether you scold him after finding out is your choice, but if it does happen don't be too harsh about it, his mind is little coo-coo at the moment.

So much that the only thing he catches you saying is :

"...And I don't want you turning into my great-great-great-great uncle simply because things didn't go your way. He was one manipulative and deceiving *sshole who I wish was never related to me at all. He was smart but for the wrong reasons, you are so much better than the sorcerer of sands Jamil ! I know it, and if anyone or anything is bothering you, I expect a full ranting session from your part-" "Wait you're related to the sorcerer of sands ?"

"...."

"Did you hear anything else about what I said ?"

"To be honest..."

"No."

Well that went well.

He is genuinely impressed and a little disappointed about the fact that the very man who represents his dorm is a huge traitor.

You're the one to talk- Lady Orchidia please calm down

He understands what you mean but his perception on Kalim won't change so if you're friends with the guy he stresses over everyday than you're gonna have to learn to live with it.

I repeat, it doesn't change your love for one another, except this time he'll be watching his back a little more. Knowing your advantage against him.

He's soft for you ngl

Azul Ashengrotto

Who are you and why are you so cute together-

Octopus lovers. Oh my god this is too much.

Orchidia you still need to finish the fanfic Shut your mouth and let me die, I finally found my reason to sleep forever.

You will probably have to be a mermaid/man/folk due to your origins but your appearance is your choice cause I'm too lazy to give you one also I have no idea what you look like.

You are once again amazing at convincing people into obeying your orders and both loves and fears your skill.

You are also is source of confidence and pride, if you can be happy in your original fish form than so can he (you just gotta tell him that often.)

He'll find out during a normal conversation where the two of you are in his office as he's arranging the contracts and listening to you talk about your day.

"Oh and did you know my family is related to the sea witch ? I know it's crazy to believe but-" "YOU'RE RELATED TO THE BENEVOLENT SEA WITCH ?!" "Yes...?" *runs up to you and shoves contract in your face* "Please marry me."

He is very happy and very excited, acting like a fan who gets to meet his idol for the first time in person.

He thought highly of you before, now it's through the stars. get it ? cause he thought highly of you ? damnit I suck at jokes.

He's willing to hear you talk about your ancestor for hours and hours, she is his role model after all.

Finds himself very lucky to be with you, even prior to your declaration. You two are just adorable- SQUISHY OCTOPUS !

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My sweet Student. | part 1 | N. Romanoff

Prof!Natasha x Student!Reader

MINORS DNI!!! (18+!)

warnings: Age gap (natasha = 42 | Reader = 21), sex dream, spanking, school stress, more sex dreaming

Word count: 2229

A/n: Okayyy here it is! The first chapter (it’s very short but the next are getting better🏃🏻‍♀️)

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You moaned and squirmed in her touch.

"Do you masturbate?" asked Natasha suddenly. This intimate question humbled you even more, but you force yourself to answer.

"Y-Yes..."

"Then you know how it feels when you're about to climax?" She strokes your head and watches every single reaction from you.

"Yes..“

Natasha's fingertips slid just beside your entrance, caressing it. You ached for her touch, the desire stronger than anything you had felt before.

"You belong to me now. So your pleasure belongs to me as well. That means you will only have an orgasm if I allow you to, understand?"

"Y-yes." You cried now. You couldn't take any more. You needed her touch. You needed her fingers!

"Do you want me to touch you?" You both knew what she meant. "Please!" You shout.

"Then ask me to do it. I want to hear you beg." You swallow, searching for words. You would accept any humiliation from her.

"Please... touch me!"

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Your alarm clock rings and you immediately turn it off. you look up sweaty and realize that you are in your room and immediately start realizing what happened again. You dreamed about your teacher again. And not exactly pleasant..

You intended to study, but your mind had a different plan. You may be a bit relaxed right now, but the thought of your lessons is still in the back of your mind

And with none other than Natasha Romanoff. She's in charge of history and Russian and you wanted to impress her so badly. You didn't know why, but she's the reason you lay awake nights. And it's not just because of classes..

You get ready and run to school. You are lucky that your sister works near the school railing, so you could run just before time every time.

Arriving at your class, it was relatively relaxed at first. The teachers did their work and you did your notes. But the closer the class with Ms. Romanoff got, the more nervous you became. Your friend Kate, who was a new addition and you had the same vibe from the beginning, was already starring at you.

It was relatively funny. The two of you were sitting together at recess and suddenly Kate brought up a crush of hers. You were expecting a classmate, but then when she mentioned a teacher, you just looked at her in wonder. It was good to know someone who had the same view of someone older than yourself. So you knew that this friendship was going to be a good one.

"It's almost time..." You suddenly feel an elbow in your hip. Noup. It was a mistake to tell Kate everything, because now she always teases you, "Shut up! I have another hour..." You were a mess.

What if she looks at you again? Talks to you? Oh God, you can't talk to her...

Of course, since you'd been in your head all hour, the hour passed quickly and you found yourself back in another room. In Ms. Romanoff's room.

It wasn't any easier when you saw that Kate was once again sitting farther away than you and it wore you down.

You get all your stuff out and stopped short when Ms. Romanoff entered the class and closed the door behind her. She walked over to her table and sat down as well. She greeted the class and got right to work on the material. Once in the middle came something you had been missing,

"I had brought up several weeks ago the exam that will be written in a week and I want to go over the points with you." Okay. Nothing bad, right? Just a normal question hour where you're definitely going to hold back-

"To that end, please do assignments 1-7 and in the meantime, I'm going to call on a few of you and then we'll go over the questions from your side up front here together, understand?"

You see in the corner of your eye Kate look to you and you were destroyed. You and her? Sitting together at the front of a square meter table? Where's the nearest window? You started to panic. Holy, you're going to be sitting at a table with Ms. Romanoff..Looking into eyes....

"Let's start with you, Soph."

Oh thank God, you get to see from a distance what exactly is being discussed and done. You look behind your comrade and ahead to where Ms. Romanoff was looking at you. You quickly looked at your sheet and pretended to do the assignments. Ten minutes later, Romanoff called the next up. Seeing that she was busy again, you try to get everything out of Soph. Thus you throw something small on her and she looks to you, "What?!"

"Just very briefly! What did you guys talk about?" She looked at you, then forward and then she leaned in to you, "I don't know, just stuff about the assig-"

"Hey you two, what are you doing?" You guys got caught. You sit up straight again and apologize. Great. Now you caught wind of everyone. You started sweating and tried to focus on work. Until your name was called.

You slowly look up and got more pressure. Is everyone suddenly looking at you? Are you the only one in the room? You stand up and move to the front. You sit down and see Natasha looking at you. "So, how are you?" How am I? NO IDEA!

"G-Good!" Should I ask her too? "So about next week..." Okay, just forget about that.

You look at the sheet Ms. Romanoff pulled out and try to follow her movements, but it was a little harder than you thought. Why does she have such good fingers? Her movements are so smooth- "Are you listening to me?!" She looks at you and you turn red, "Of c-course!" Pull yourself together Y/n...You notice Natasha leaning further towards you, "Y/n, am I making you nervous?"

Now it's over. You kind of try to get out- "Look at me when I'm talking to you." And you do, anxiously, "Do I make you nervous?" You had two options. Lie or tell the truth.

"No..." You gathered everything inside you so you could say that simple answer, "Just tired." Well, that wasn't a complete lie. You notice how the older woman continued to look at you, practically piercing you with her stare. "You do realize I'm not stupid, right?" Now you're staring at her, "W-what?"

"Every time you see me, your eyes are wide in class. And then you'd catch on that you weren't paying attention. I have to admit it was cute." You suddenly felt something on your hip and look down so you could see it was your teacher's hands, "M-Ms Romanoff, I.."

"You don't have to say anything. I know what you want." This is what you dreamed about every night. That she-

"Y/n?" You look back at her and see her looking at you again, "Did you get that or do you want me to explain again?" Wait. You look around and realize that you are sitting in the front. You look down and see no more hands. Then it hit you.

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You were dreaming. AGAIN

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"Y/n what's wrong with you? Lately you seem..absent. I don't like that. I want all my students to pass this year, okay? So please drop what's distracting you."

That was kind of a mix of annoyed and worried. "Won't happen again, I promise..." She flips the paper back over and looks at the class book, "I'll count on it."

You stand up with soft legs and make your way back to your seat. What you didn't know is that Natasha's gaze was on you the whole time.

After 30 minutes, you continued to take notes, and noticing how Natasha kept an eye on you and your classmates all the time. Didn't she have anything better to do? Why is she just sitting there?! You don't understand the species 'teacher'.

Suddenly you hear the front of the chair move backwards and you notice Natasha walking between the aisles, "So. What we talked about will be important for later! I don't care if you write it all down, I just want you to understand the material and know how to apply it."

You're lucky you're doing well in school. Motivated as well, or you would have gone down mercilessly here. You look around and see how other students got a face of fear. You knew nobody would never understand it and everyone was afraid to ask Natasha for extra lessons. You don't bother and keep writing your notes until you feel someone in front of you. You slowly look up and see your teacher standing in front of your table.

She leans down and looks at your paper. "Good as always. However..." She took her index finger and taps on a sentence on your sheet, "You got the tense mixed up here, Y/n." You look down as well, noticing the heat starting to rise in your ears.

"I-I'm sorry Ms Romanoff, thank you..." She continued to look at you and a small smirk spreads across her lips, "Good girl, you can be counted on."

She straightens back up and continues walking. You realize it now that you had been holding your breath the whole time and let out a soft and quiet sigh. You look after Natasha and reflexively look down again when you see that she was also looking at you again.

When the class was finally over, you sneak in amongst the crowd and successfully make it out of the room and Kate now jostled you from the side. "So it wasn't that bad, was it?" Not that bad? It's not like you dreamed your teacher taking you in front of the class. She was calling you a good girl, AND starred at you the whole Time!

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You both make your way home and say goodbye, outside your door. You watch behind as Kate walked herself home and you close the door. You went into your room and threw your bag in the corner.

You lay down on your bed, a little exhausted, and stare at the ceiling above you. Why are you like this? Why do older women turn you on so much? Maybe it's just Natasha? That's a good thing, right?

Speaking of. Is she single? Fuck, is she even into women? Oh god, what if she's married and had kids?

You frantically turn to your side and pull out your phone. You open up various social media sites to possibly find her. Aaaaand after several hours you actually had her on your phone. You sit up startled and click on her profile only to be disappointed because she is private.

Never in your life will you press "follow". Never! Yet you want to see the pictures, fuck!

You look at her profile picture and see her face. Perfect as always. Long red hair, perfect skin and her lips..

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"You do realize I'm not stupid, right?"

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You hear her voice in your ear canal again and shudder. Was that dreamed earlier too? Or was it reality?

You let yourself fall backwards again and close your eyes.

How much you wish it, it will never come true..Her? She as she takes you? With fingers, with toys, with everything? Man...you are desperate. Literally.

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"I know what you want."

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You close your eyes and let your mind wander.

And suddenly Natasha swung up behind you on the bed and grabbed your upturned hip with one arm to pull you toward her. She lashed out and gave you a slap on your butt, then another and a third, each more violent than the last. You gasped, but Natasha gave you only a brief pause to catch your'e breath, then her flat hand struck again. She slammed down hard on your butt, and though the fabric cushioned a good portion of the impact, she knew full well how the blow would burn on your bottom.

"You like that?"

"Y-Yes..." you groaned breathlessly.

Natasha wrapped her arms around your waist and grasped the button of your pants, which she undid in a single motion.

Again her hand whizzed down, slamming down on your reddened bottom, and the young woman in her hands squirmed and gasped.

"Can you still?"

A brief hesitation, then a convinced, "Yes, more!"

"Brave little one. Who do you belong to?" Asked Natasha.

"Y-You, please.."

Natasha began to penetrate you slowly, thrusting into you in a regular rhythm, curving her finger slightly and stimulating just the most excitable point.

Natasha had increased her pace and was now thrusting into your wet pussy with two fingers.

„Who owns you? Hm, little Girl? Tell m-“

Your thoughts were interrupted when your cell phone rang next to you, and you cry out in frustration. You reach for it and see that it was a classmate of yours. You roll your eyes and answer it.

What the hell, "W-What?!" you yell breathlessly,

"Hey Y/n, Have- Wait why are you so out of breath?"

Yeah maybe because I just jerked off to our teacher?!

"Sport. What is it!"

"Okay..Um, do you have the homework tomorrow for third period? I see-"

You're only listening with half an ear and with the other you're just trying to understand what you did a minute ago....

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