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hanniluvi · 3 months

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𐙚 CARE FOR A DANCE? — PARK SUNGHOON 𝄞

SYNOPSIS ) “unexpectedly” running into you mid-training, he asks you for a dance. thinking it’s just for his practice, Sunghoon has other plans that night.

♪ DANCE PARTNERS ⋆ prince!sunghoon x knight-gn!reader

HIS INVITATION ✉️ ! royal au, forbidden love, angst (if you like squint), fluff

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.ᐟ NOTICE 📄 hanniluvi cb!!! yk i just HAD to write for hoon again, its a tradition to have written works for him 🙏 i always end up writing fics for him its a problem … AND ALSO, writing royal aus is sooo new to me 😭 i be reading them but idk abt writing so…like the knowledge leaves my head…but its a work in progress Trust! anyways, i hope you enjoy it <3

Using your sleeve, you wiped the sweat off your face before continuing. The clinking of your sword against the wooden targets echoed throughout the training grounds. It was late at night, and yet, you couldn’t spare for a moment of rest—you worked too hard to earn that knight title. You huffed, already preparing for another round. And as you were about to slash once more, an unexpected sound reached your ears—the approaching footsteps.

In a reflexive spin, you draw your sword, poised to face an unknown intruder. To your surprise, the intruder reveals himself as none other than Prince Park Sunghoon. He raises his hands in a gesture of peace, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"Why, you're still always on guard, aren't you?" the prince remarks, his eyes dancing with a mixture of curiosity and amusement.

Lowering your sword and slightly bowing, you nod. "I didn’t expect anyone to be here at this hour. And, to answer your question, a knight's duty doesn't rest, even in the quiet of the night, Your Highness."

He released a quick sigh of relief, relieved that you finally put the sword away from his neck. "I intended to take a scroll to the garden and couldn’t help but be captivated by your skill. It’s as if you were one with the sword."

Still catching your breath, you offered a modest smile. You teased, "Why, thank you, Prince Sunghoon. Training was essential for that to happen—I’m quite flattered by your compliment.”

Sunghoon retrieves something from his pocket, extending it to you. Your gaze fell to his hand—a pristine white handkerchief. "Wipe your sweat off your face with this, instead of your sleeves," he suggested. Glancing back at him, you noticed him clearing his throat and looking away. You chuckled, accepting the handkerchief from his hand.

"Is it common for Your Highness to carry handkerchiefs during night strolls, or did you specifically hope to find me practicing late at night?"

"You're overthinking it, Sir YN," he muttered, but your attention remained on the handkerchief, adorned with his initials in gold. As you wiped away sweat, his pleased smile didn't go unnoticed. "I'll return this to you tomorrow."

"No need, you may keep it."

"Your Highness, I can't accept something crafted for royalty," he soon interjected sharply.

"I insist. Can you defy a royal order?"

"Now that's one I can't go against," you chuckled, stuffing the handkerchief into your pocket. Glancing back at him, you caught a glimmer in his eyes—a familiar look he wore when he wished for something. "Now, what do you need, Your Highness? I'm sure you didn't just happen to run into me."

A pause hung in the air, your eyes meeting in a moment of unspoken connection. Breaking the silence, Prince Sunghoon impulsively asked, "Since you're at rest, would you care for a dance under the moonlit sky to celebrate your dedication, YN?"

"A dance? While I'm all sweaty like this?" You plopped yourself on the ground, shutting your eyes for a mere second. "Shouldn't you head back to your chamber, Prince?"

“Not until you take my hand,” he reached his hand out, leaving you no choice but to accept it. You did, hoping it would expedite his return to his chambers. "If you must. What does Your Highness want to dance to?"

"Just follow my lead," he suddenly pulled you in by placing his hand on your waist. You tensed slightly with the unexpected touch, trying to find a way to calm your increased heartbeat. He took your hands with his, twirling you gently. "Leave your attention on me, YN.”

His fingers supported your back as you both stepped in sync. Slowly, the tension in your shoulders disappeared, feeling rather at ease. Swaying together, he locked eyes with you, and in that shared gaze, a spark was created. His movements were graceful, and you effortlessly kept up with his every move. The dance became a silent conversation, as there were emotions expressed through subtle gestures.

He pulled you closer, guiding the dance into a dip, holding you steady as you leaned. With his hand against your back, he lifted you back up effortlessly. With the absence of music, your attention seemed to shift more on his features. Caught in a trance, you observed the subtle shifts in his expression, noticing the carefree and genuine look on his face.

The moonlight accentuated the moles on his face, and his fang-like teeth peeked through. As you moved in synchronized harmony, you also detected a subtle, entrancing aroma—Prince Sunghoon’s floral cologne. The scent wafted through the night air, and how it was super intoxicating.

A twinge of guilt crept into your thoughts. Was it wrong for you to be so attentive to him at a moment like this? This had to be merely practice for the ball hosted tomorrow evening.

With one last spin, his hands now rested on the sides of your waist, an intense gaze fixed on you.

The wind picked up, adding an extra layer of romance to the already enchanting moment. It pushed strands of hair away from your face, and a bright smile crept onto your lips. The corners of Sunghoon’s mouth started to rise, his hands still firmly on your waist. “May I ask you something?”

“What is it?”

“YN, tomorrow night, will you be my dance partner again?”

Confusion flickered across your face. "But, my prince, it's just practice. A knight cannot dance with you for your royal ball."

He wore a small smile, vulnerability taking over his tone. “Why can’t I dance with you?”

You chuckled softly, “Your dance partner has to be the one you will marry for your future heir.”

“Well then, will you marry me?”

Your heart stopped. “What? Are you joking, Your Highness?”

“Please, just call me Sunghoon when it’s just the two of us. It feels weird to be the only one calling you by your name like this.” His hands left your waist, but now sneaking up to your hands. Grabbing your fingers, his grip tightened as he cleared his throat. “I know I’m the type to joke around, but this isn’t a situation I’d joke around in.”

“What are you saying—”

“How foolish you are. What I’m trying to say is that I love you. I adore you, and I wish to have you. Does that sound clear enough?”

Your heart was skipping beats. “No, how foolish you are! My prince—I mean, Sunghoon, you must find a suitable match within your rank. Your family wouldn't approve of a knight."

As you two stood in silence, his eyes pleading. “I don’t care about those rules. I care about you. Please, YN, be my partner, be my…everything.”

Your gaze softened, torn between duty and desire. "Sunghoon, you're a prince, and I'm just a family knight. This can't be."

“I want to pursue you.”

“This isn’t good for you. It won’t be good for you once you rule the kingdom—your status and your people would be placed in danger,” you suddenly blurted, clearly flustered by the sudden confessions. “It’s just such a huge risk.”

“You’re a risk worth taking. Can’t you tell that I’m already heads over heels for you?”

“But—”

“Can you stop pushing me away? Is it that hard for you to admit your feelings for me too?” Desperation filled his voice, his eyes wavering at you. “Or is the title of a royal knight that important to you?”

“I’m just worried. Your family wouldn’t approve of this.” You let one of your hands free from his grasp, running it through your hair. There was still that determined look on his face, as if he wanted to convince you to just follow both of your hearts.

“Then, let’s prove them wrong tomorrow night. Let’s prove that a prince and a knight are capable of ruling together. Capable of falling in love.” You were certainly worried about this. But, the look on his face was making it harder for you to even reject his ideas. “Please?”

“If I lose my place as a royal knight, it certainly will be over for you.”

“You just won’t stop worrying about those titles, don’t you?”

“Can you really blame me for acting like this when you say such bold words?” You joked, seeing a smile soon appear on his lips.

“That’s what love is, YN.” He chuckles. “It changes you, causing you to take such risks—all in the name of love.”

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jamiewintons · 4 months

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57.

"I can think of a more fun way you can thank me."

With Fickelgruber..? 🙏 Maybe he helped reader out of a sticky situation involving criminals or money because he knows the constaple or something

57. "I can think of a more fun way you can thank me."

Warnings: Smut (18+ ONLY), Fickelgruber being manipulative leading to dubcon.

You should have known better than to tell your boss about your money troubles, but he’d been rather persistent about asking you what was going on.

You’d been incredibly stressed recently, and it had been quite obvious to everyone around you. Fickelgruber had asked you over and over what was wrong, and time and time again you’d brushed him off, telling him that it was nothing. But eventually you caved and informed him that you were having difficulties paying your rent, and that your landlord was threatening to evict you if you paid late again.

"Oh well, not to worry, dear. I can always give you a raise," Fickelgruber told you casually, a smile on his face, "And an advance on your pay cheque. That should keep your pesky landlord off your back, shouldn’t it?"

"Really, sir? You’d do that for me?" You felt both relieved and joyful, all of your worry washing away in that very moment.

"Of course. I cannot have my best employee living on the street, can I?" He opened his draw and retrieved his chequebook, then hastily scribbled on it with his pen. Then, Fickelgruber ripped it from the chequebook and held it out to you. "This should be enough, shouldn’t it?"

You took the cheque from Mr. Fickelgruber and your eyes widened when you looked at how much he had made out to you. "Oh, sir, this is enough to cover my rent for a whole year, and then some!" You had to restrain yourself from jumping up and down for joy - you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of your employer, after all. "How can I ever repay you?"

Fickelgruber smirked, seemingly amused by the grin on your face. "Why don’t you get back to work, and we’ll figure that out tomorrow."

The next day you walked into Mr. Fickelgruber’s office, clutching an envelope in your hand. You’d wanted to do something to thank him for how much he’d helped you, but you’d had no idea what to get him. In the end, you settled on a simple thank you card. It was hardly anything, but you hoped that the thought would count. When he arrived, he went over to sit at his desk, and not long after you heard him opening an envelope.

A few more moments, and you heard him say your name. You walked over to his desk, a nervous smile on your face.

"A thank you card, how quaint," Fickelgruber said, putting the card aside. "But I did help you a great deal. I’m not sure that a simple card is enough for you to show your gratitude."

You felt a pang of guilt in your heart, and your gaze fell to the floor. Of course it wasn’t enough, how could you have been so stupid? "I-I’m sorry, Mr. Fickelgruber…" you stammered in response.

"No need to apologise, dear. In fact, I can think of a more fun way you can thank me." When you looked up to meet Mr. Fickelgruber’s gaze once more, there was a look in his eyes that made your stomach do somersaults. He stood from his chair, approaching you slowly. You were frozen in place, not knowing what to do. Was he really going to ask you to…?

Fickelgruber took your hand, bringing you behind his desk. He sat back down in his large office chair, and smirked as he enjoyed your confused expression. "Well, what are you waiting for? On your knees, dear."

"Mr. Fickelgruber, I—"

"I saved you from getting evicted. Who knows what could have happened to you if you ended up on the street? All I’m asking for is one little thing in return." Still, you hesitated, and Fickelgruber’s expression grew darker. "Oh well, perhaps I shall retract that raise I gave you yesterday. Maybe I’ll even have to pay you even less than I did before, just to teach you a lesson."

"Sir, please! You can’t—"

"Yes, I can. And I will, if you don’t do ask I told you and get on your knees." Mr. Fickelgruber sounded angrier than you’d ever heard him sound before in the time that you’d worked for him. You felt a lump forming in your throat.

You had no choice. There was nothing you could do but follow Mr. Fickelgruber’s order. "Yes, sir," you responded weakly, feeling absolutely defeated.

"That’s a smart girl. I’m glad you know what’s good for you." Fickelgruber watched intently as you dropped to your knees in front of him. Once you had settled down between his legs, he unbuckled his belt and pulled out his cock. To your surprise he was already hard, even though you hadn’t touched him yet. Did taking advantage of your vulnerable position really turn him on that much? You couldn’t believe that anyone could be so cruel. "Go on, dear. We don’t have all day."

You sighed, taking his cock in your hand and slowly beginning to stroke it. Fickelgruber let out a soft moan at your touch - he’d been waiting for this for a long time, pretty much since the day you’d walked into his office for your job interview, and it felt even better than he’d imagined. Your hand was so warm and soft, but he wanted more.

“Why don’t you show me what that pretty mouth of yours can do?” Fickelgruber suggested, and he savoured the defeated look in your eyes as you complied and brought your lips to his tip, your tongue darting out cautiously to lick him. “Ah, that’s it, darling. Good girl.” His hand came to rest on top of your head, gently but firmly pushing you down so that you took more of his dick into your warm, wet mouth.

You didn’t have much experience with this kind of thing, but you knew that you’d have to impress him if you wanted to keep your job. So you began to bob your head up and down at a steady pace, swirling your tongue around his shaft. You couldn’t quite take all of him in - not yet, anyway - so you used your hand to stroke the fraction of his cock that had been left unattended to. Fickelgruber’s moans were getting louder above you, and you felt a fluttering sensation in your lower stomach. You could tell he was enjoying himself, and for whatever reason, knowing that made you feel good as well.

“I’m close, dear,” you heard Fickelgruber groan after a few more minutes, and the hand that had up until this point been resting on your head now grabbed at your hair, forcing himself a little further into your mouth. You closed your eyes and tried not to gag, tears beginning to well in your eyes from the strain. “You’re going to swallow every last drop for me, aren’t you?”

You made a humming noise that you hoped Fickelgruber understood was a ‘yes’, and after a few more thrusts you heard him let out a long moan as he spilled his cum down your throat. Just as you had promised, you swallowed every single drop of what he gave you, not wanting to waste anything or make a mess. Once he was spent, he used his grip on your hair to pull you off his softening cock, and you took some much needed, very deep breaths.

“That was wonderful, dear,” Fickelgruber panted, his head tipped back and his eyes closed. He was still gently stroking your hair as he calmed down from his high. “You certainly earned that raise. Perhaps if you’re lucky, I’ll give you a chance to earn another one soon, hmm?”

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sylverfishies · 1 year

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Please write thr hottdst sweatiest steamiest filthiest Norman bates x male reaeer possible I need him so bad aslo make the reader refer to Norman as good boy or slut please and thank you love you brother ❤️❤️🙏🙏🙏🙏

Norman Bates x male reader

A/N: this was a very fun first (serious) fanfic

Warnings: sex 😱, calling Norman names like slut, good/bad boy, established relationship, overstim, mind break, Ooc Norman?? idk

You two were in Norman's office, he was sitting on (Y/ns) lap, facing him and moaning into his mouth as they made out. (Y/N) pressed his crotch into Norman's before they both heard the sound of a bell ringing, alerting them that someone was in the motel. "I-I'll be right back (Y/N).." Norman said as he went to climb off of his boyfriend's lap to talk to the new arrival, (Y/N) looked at the throbbing boner in his pants before groaning in disappointment knowing Norman wasn't gonna return to finish what he started....(Y/N) was gonna get back at him...He just needed to figure out how...

(Time skip to later)

*Y/Ns pov*

Norman was almost finished with his shift..I couldn't take it anymore..the way he teased me, giving me kisses that lasted a little too long to be innocent... He finally made me snap after he decided to bend over..slowly..in front of me to pick up a pen he dropped "on accident." Norman knew what he was doing...

Norman gasped as he felt me press myself against him while he was bent over, "(Y-Y/N) what are you doing..?" Norman asked as he blushed furiously, "You know what you've been doing to me, Norman...don't act like you haven't been teasing me all day like such a **bad boy~**" Norman almost moaned right then and there as you called him a bad boy. "You know what happens to bad boys don't you, Norman?" "They...get punished..." Norman says, while blushing from the embarrassment, "I'll lock up the place for you...I expect to see you on our bed naked when I get home, baby~" Norman nods while handing me the keys and quickly runs back to the house.

After I finish turning off all the lights and locking the doors, I make my way back to the house, and just imagining Norman waiting for me on the bed got me even hornier somehow. I was going to ruin that slut...

When I opened the door to our room, I was greeted by the sight of Norman fingering himself while moaning like a bitch, "Oh Norman~ just couldn't wait, could you?" Norman whimpered and looked at me with those pleading eyes..god he was adorable when he was this horny, "Why don't I help you with that, honey?~" "O-oh god (Y/N) please!! I need you in me~" Norman cried out. "(Y/N)? no no...you know what to call me, Norman..." "P-please sir..." "Good boy~"

I grabbed the bottle of lube that Norman was using and poured some onto my cock before lining myself up with his entrance "You ready darling?" I ask Norman lovingly, but Norman was to embarrassed to speak so he only nodded, "No, no baby~ I need words from you, sweetie." "y-yes..I'm..ready..." Norman mumbled out.

I begin to push the tip of my cock into him while he whines at the stretch of my cock, I get halfway in before I pause to let him breath for a bit, "You doing ok down there, Norman?" I ask lovingly, and Norman only moaned in response, "More!! p-please more sir~" "if you say so.." I thrust more on my dick into him while he moans louder. "God you're s-so tight...Norman~ such a good boy for me," I say as I begin to thrust in and out of him, Norman moans and bites into my shoulder gently to try and keep his noises quiet. I speed up my pace more and more, the wet noises of my cock filling him up accompanied by his sweet moans filling the room. I grab onto Norman's cock and start to stroke it at the same pace as my thrusts. Norman was a moaning mess at this point, tears started to form in his eyes from all the pleasure, "ohh is my little boy crying?~ you want me to stop? hm?" i slow down my thrusts to tease him "N-NO! please!! don't stop sir~ please don't stop!~" I laugh at his eagerness and speed up again.

We've been at this for maybe 10 minutes now...which doesn't seem like a lot but Norman has came 2 times within that and he's getting close to his third, "NGH~ S-SIR!~ I- F-FucK!" Norman could barely speak he was so fucked out, but I kept going thrusting in and out of him. Norman was practically shaking from all the pleasure, and just the sight of him was making me want to cum..him moaning and crying while his nails dug into my back..it was addicting, "N-norman...god I'm close-" I groan out "C-cum...inside...m-me~" Norman whines in-between breathy moans, I pull Norman into a heated kiss while getting closer and closer to my release when..finally I came deep inside of Norman while I moaned, and as soon as I did that Norman came for the third time as he continued to whimper and moan.

I pull my cock out slowly and watch my cum pour out of him, Norman groans at the empty feeling, "cmere baby let's get you cleaned up~" I say as I pick him up and carry him to the bathroom to clean him off, I gently place him into the bath and turn on the water, making sure it's not too hot, and I begin to clean off all the cum from his body.

After I finished cleaning him up and changing the bedsheets, I laid Norman down into bed and cuddled next to him, "(Y/N)?...I love you..." Norman mumbles sleepily as he cuddles into my chest, "I love you too, darling." I kiss his forehead, and we fall asleep cuddling <3

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genderlessdude92 · 6 days

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HEAVENLY DRINKS

CHAPTER 2

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PAIRINGS: Alastor x F!Reader

SUMMARY: In this chapter, the protagonist finds themselves in a confrontation with Alastor, known as the Radio Demon. Vox, another character, intervenes, leading to a tense exchange. Later, the protagonist returns home, reflecting on their fame and current situation. Alastor is just annoying.

WARNINGS: MINORS DNI. Mature Content, Sensitivity, Alcohol use, like HEAVY, (It was noted in the intro that reader is an alcoholic but gets better throughout the story), Verbal Altercations, Implied Violence, Character Behavior, Sexual References, News Media, Emotional Turmoil, Cliffhanger.

NOTICE: please don't steal/copy/translate my work. But thanks for liking it, though!! ^^ Posting chapter every friday but this one is early! Asks are always open, but i can’t get to all of them at the same exact time so if yours is answered right away…You might be lucky 🙏

WORDS: 2.9k

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The waitress squeaked out of fear and ran to Lucifer knows where, clearing the space of view between you two.

‘Fuckin’ wimp.” You thought.

“No manners these days, am i wrong?” The deer said, turning his head to face yours.

You snapped out of your trance, “Uh…I was doing just fine my myself.”

“I could tell.” he smirked, “You must be pretty desperate to drink every single type of liquor in here.”

You raised an eyebrow, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” he replied, “For starters, you were naming those liquors from the top of your head like the songs in your albums..”

You only blinked.

“Secondly, you’re dressed like a prostitute. Thirdly, you’re not even wearing a bra,” He cleared his throat, “Fo-”

“What gives you the fuckin’ right to call me out like that?!” You argue, “Do you know who I am, fuckin’ asshat?!”

Alastor’s demeanor shifted more eerie, along with the lights in the establishment, “Do you know who I am?” He retorted, “I think somebody needs a quick lesson since they’ve missed some classes, shall we?” He asked, sizing up his form.

You snarled, “You cocky…”

“What the fuck is going on here?!” A loud voice yelled from the entrance.

Both of your heads turned to meet a vision on Vox standing at the entrance, clearly fuming.

“…Why the fuck-“ He points his claw to you, “are you doing he-“ He then snaps his like of view to Alastor, “I-what the fuck?!”

You started to laugh like a child, only now you were a drunk-full-grown-not-mentally-stable-and-not-currently-alive-adult.

Until Alastor slapped you on the back of your head to stop.

“My office, now!”

***

Vox’s office was dimly lit, with soft jazz music playing in the background. The walls were adorned with paintings of various musicians, and shelves lined with books and trophies. A large desk dominated the room, with a sleek computer monitor and stacks of papers piled high on its surface.

Alastor sat across from Vox, observing the scene before him. He seemed to find this situation amusing for some reason.

But you certainly didn’t.

This was not how you wanted your first day out to go.

“What do you want from me?” Alastor asked, his tone casual. “I’m already banned from this fine establishment, am i not?” He chortled.

“That’s the fuckin’ problem,” He slammed his fist on the desk, “I don’t even know why i bothered to bring you in here.” He growled.

Vox then shifted his eyes to you, “-and you.” he added, “You shouldn’t even be showing your face here. do you know how mad i am at you?!” He yelled in your face sparks igniting in his antennas.

“…What.” You gave him a droopy smile.

He groaned, “How much drinks did she have, fuckin’ hell-“

“-34, my good sir.” Alastor intervened.

You chuckled, “No, i had like, 4 shots.”

“Well, you must be mistaken, because i counted 34 drinks.” Alastor corrected, bending his neck slightly.

“Wh-hold on, why were you watch-“

“Enough! That is not what we are talking about.” Vox yelled, standing up from his seat to show authority.

After a surprising moment of silence, he continued, “Y/N, You literally vanished from sight a day before we had a massive show planned at my convention center,” Vox answered, sitting back down, “I know you weren’t told that you aren’t welcome here, but you aren’t and it should be obvious.”

You stayed silent for a moment, getting sober by the second. How long ago was that?

“…Sorry.” You crossed your arms.

“Now you see how none of you are allowed here?” He folded his hands on his desk, looking down and sighing in stress.

“…Yeah, yeah.” You said.

***

Walking out of the building, you jumped slightly when you felt a claw on your shoulder.

“You really don’t remember who I am, little lady?” Alastor said, turning your shoulders to face him.

You looked up slowly, relaxing the alcohol in your body, “No, i know you. Just thought it was funny.” You put a hand on your hip. “You used to put my songs in your broadcast in intermissions, if i remember correctly”

He laughed, “My highest point of listeners.” He grinned.

“I don’t remember much, though,” You admitted, scratching your cheek. “Kinda what i was wanting las’ couple of years.”

“I’d imagine.” He replied, “Drinking every night for forty years isn’t healthy, even for someone like you.” He scoffed, still

plastering the same grin on his face.

“wh- ‘someone like me?’” You questioned.

He sighed, “Look, i know you haven’t been seen for a while, but that doesn’t mean that we forgot about you, if that’s what you’ve been wanting.” He clarified, “You’re a well known woman, but you’ve had…issues since you were alive.”

“good way to bring down the mood,” You scoffed, “i thought we were just getting along, y’know?”

He laughed, “That would be a headline, for sure.”

You tilted your head in confusion, “You’re weird.”

“You’re drunk.” He claimed back.

You growled, about to bite back, but he cut you off, “It seems our time here is up,” He said, now looking at his watch (that clearly does not exist) on his wrist, “My radio show starts in little over ten minutes. Ta-Ta!” He waved goodbye, walking past you.

You began to walk over to him, to give some piece of mind to him, but he then materialized into the shadow.

“Piece of trash…” You muttered, beginning to walk away from the building.

***

As you unlocked the door to your manor, you can’t help but wonder why, after all these years, people still remembered you?

You stepped inside, kicking your heels off.

That was the whole point in rotting in this trash bin, anyways. You couldn’t have all this fame, it wasn’t ethical.

You tossed your fur coat into the laundry room.

And on top of that, you were banned from one of your favorite places. who the fuck does that? He’s just jealous-

You plopped your body onto the plush couch, not bothering about the feeling of your dress riding up your thighs, as you would’ve.

“-yeah, jealous,” You said aloud, “He’s a fucking television, I’m full bodied. I’m a legend and he’s just a piece of trash.”

you scavenged around the coffe table’s under-cabinets until you found a half empty bottle of wine-

…and let’s not forget that stupid deer.

“After all the fucking fame i probably got him, he just treats me like imp-shit. I was just tryna be friendly, start a little fake fight, but noooo-“

You took a large swig of your bottle.

“He just had to get me in trouble, embarrass me, and walk away as if nothing fucking happened.”

You sighed.

You looked at the bottle that was now empty.

…And think if… you did this to yourself?

“…Nah.”

You take off your jewelry, take off your clothes until you were in a bra and panties, and sprawl yourself on your couch, reaching for the remote and turning on your television.

“He’s probably getting… bullied on the news or somethin’.” You muttered to yourself, laughing softly.

Swapping through news networks-

…Oh fuck.

“Famous singer and dancer star from back in the day, Y/N (or stage name idk), Has returned to the bustling streets of the pentagram after 40 fucking years of an absence!” Katie said clenching her script sheet in hand with a shit-eating smile on her face.

You always felt bad for that other guy next to her…

-That’s not the point.

“…apparently, she got into a little fight with the infamous Radio Demon we all know and hate, Alastor! Talk about the conversation of a 40 years!” She added as a laughing track played.

You cringed, “Fuckin’ bitch.”

“But that’s not all! Apparently, this has caused quite the uproar among the fans of the two. Some are worried that our beloved star may never return to performing again, and is just scavenging for some drinks and dicks! While others are ecstatic that she has finally reappeared after such a long time.”

“…Fucking hell, m’ not dealing with this.”

“In other news-”

You turned off the tv, tossing your remote onto the floor.

“Her boobs are so fuckin’ fake, I hate that bitch.” You ranted, Stretching your back and staring at the ceiling.

“…Let’s see, ok…I’m out of books to read.” You noted, “…No more alcohol in this stupid jail cell of a shit hole…” You noted as well, “…and I’m all over the news now…”

After a moment of contemplating life, you sit up again and go to your room.

“I should go to another bar…a really expensive one…” You muttered, immediately rummaging through your closet.

“…I have a lot of money anyways…” You grinned, “Probably more than that stupid dear. I could probably hunt him and eat him…it would taste…” You looked down to your naked body for a moment, thinking, “…like…if it were medium rare, really good…”

“-What was that?” a static voice asked from across the walk-in closet.

“What the fuck?!-“ You turned around, covering your boobs, “How the fuck did you get into my house, pervert?!”

“I’m sorry, dear. But I’m afraid I don’t understand what you’re saying.” Alastor said, crossing his arms, “And for the record, I’m far from a pervert.” He said, squinting his eyes.

“How the fuck did you get in here?!” You demanded.

“Well, you see-“

“No, no. No explanations. Get the fuck out of my house, perverted demon!” You yelled, throwing a shoe at him.

He caught it without effort and stared at you with his red eyes, “Excuse me? You…just asked me why I was-“

You narrowed your eyes, “Oh my gosh, you are so annoying, i can do see how Vox hates you now…” You groan, looking for a robe.

“…You know,” he began as you continued to search, “There’s a saying that goes along the lines of, ‘Drunk men say wise words’ I believe?” He questioned aloud to himself, “…I don’t think that goes for women.”

As you tied a robe around your waist you put your hands on your hips and looked at him. “What are you doing here.” You asked.

“…” Alastor waited silently.

“…Like…actually.” You clarified.

Alastor nodded, “I came to make sure you were alright.” He said simply, “You were rather intoxicated earlier today.”

“…”

“…And you were also not wearing anything under the dress, it kept slipping off.” He added, adding an awkward laugh to it.

“…”

“…So, naturally, I was concerned for your safety.” He finished.

“…”

“…Was it something I said?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“…”

“…Or maybe it was the fact that you threw your shoes at me.” He stated bluntly.

“…Wait- why would it be about the shoes?”

Alastor smiled, “Never mind, it sounds much nicer in here when it’s down one voice.”

You scoffed, “What the fuck is your problem? didn’t you come over here to check in on me?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

You rolled your eyes, “Then why are you acting like an ass all the sudden.”

“Actually…” He pondered for a moment, “…I was hoping you would… join me for dinner.” He replied casually.

You raised a brow, “Dinner?”, You said flatly, crossing your arms.

“Yes,” Alastor confirmed. “I’ve…prepared a special meal for us to enjoy together.”

“…That’s so mean.”

“…What…what do you mean?-“

“You’re just tryna get me to not go to a fuckin’ bar.”

He laughed blandly, “You are very wise, my lady.” He claimed, “But, may i remind you that a free dinner cost less than putting another 34 drinks onto your tab?”

You looked at him confused, but then realized something that disgusted you, “Are you gonna feed me cannibal food?”

He laughed, “For you, I’m sure it’s your favorite meal, but for me, yes, it is a cannibal meal.”

“…What-“

“Medium rare deer?”

You gasped, “Stalker! I fuckin’ knew it!” You claimed, getting another shoe from the ground and getting ready to throw it.

“Don’t!-“ He grabbed the shoe from your drunken-soft grip, “-you dare.”

“…Just don’t go to the bar,” He sighed as if taking care of a toddler, “I’m doing you a favor.”

“-And why would the Radio Demon care?”

“…It’s not pity,” he began, “…I just get second hand embarrassment seeing you drunk.” He grimaced.

“Nah, you just want me and not want anybody else to check me out.” You grinned, turning around to rummage through clothes again.

“Excuse me?” He said, offended, “I don’t view you that way whatsoever.”

“It’s okay, I worked hard for my glutes.” You slugged out a laugh, “Plastic balls wouldn’t look good in my skin.”

Alastor let his disgust cease for a moment before sighing, “I’m leaving. But,” He pulled out a pen from out of nowhere and wrote something down on a piece of paper, that also appeared out of nowhere, and handed it to you when done. “-If you ever need anything. You know, since you’re so vulnerable outside right now, I’ll be at this location.”

‘Hazbin Hotel, Morningstar District.’ It read.

“I’m not vulnerable, I’m just really hot and everybody wants me.”

“…Ugh, okay,” Alastor said to himself, “I’m out. Goodbye, Y/N. Until we meet again.”

And he was gone with the shadows.

You sighed, “Probably still watching me.”, you said aloud, pulling out a black silk dress from the mountainous pile on clothes beneath you.

***

You awoke in the morning to a pounding headache.

You groaned, rubbing your temples as you sat up and opened your eyes.

Your gaze fell upon the empty bottles of liquor strewn across the room and a wave of regret washed over you.

“…At least I decided to buy more.” You said to yourself, sitting up as you yawned and stretched.

Your eyes drifted towards the nightstand next to the bed and saw a glass of water and some painkillers.

You smiled softly, thankful for the kind gesture your past self gave you.

You popped the pills in your mouth and drank the entire glass, feeling slightly better after the medicine kicked in.

You looked at the clock on your wall, seeing that it was only 7 am.

Sighing, you get out of bed, ignoring the fact that your entire outfit from last night was still on (including the heels), You stalked your way over the kitchen to make some hangover stew

After a few minutes of chopping, mixing, and boiling, you finally had a bowl of hangover soup in front of you.

You took a bite and moaned.

It tasted delicious, as usual from your cooking.

And decided to turn the TV on.

Which was a bad idea.

Many news channels reporting on the Pride Ring were showing pictures of you and Alastor at the bar and outside the building-

“Could this be the relationship of the century or a big fluke?” The news reporter asked the audience-

Switch.

“-Another soul for Alastor to collect? Find out more after-“

Switch.

“-Personally, I wouldn’t date her if i was him, yeah?” The television guest claimed to the news reporter now on screen.

…what?

“I mean, look at her. Her boobs are flat and her ass looks fake. I mean, she could’ve at least had some surgery happen in those 40 years or bought some pads for bras.” He added, making the reporter laugh-

Click. Off.

You slammed the remote down and groaned.

You had just gotten out of a 40-year-long-hangover and now the world wants to talk shit about your body?

And you?

Great.

This was a great start to the day.

You got up, grabbing a bottle of wine from the table and taking a swig, feeling the burning sensation in your throat and the dizziness in your brain.

“…What am i doing to myself.” You said, looking at the bottle.

“…I should go to town and find a fuckin’ news reporter,” You claimed, placing the wine on the coffee table, “Fuckin’ rumors spreadin’ like that guy’s ass…” You trotted to your room to find an outfit.

You stopped, looking at your outfit from last Night, “…or jus’ fix my makeup.”

***

Strutting into the heart of Pentagram City, this was probably your first time appreciating how much eyes were on you and those…’phones.’ (which you found out the name from the television.)

You walked with confidence, but also with a little bit of embarrassment.

But mostly confidence.

You looked around, taking in the sights of the bustling city and the sounds of people chatting and laughing and yelling.

Alastor submerged from the shadows next to you, walking by your side.

“Enjoying the outside, my fellow homebody?” He asked with a grin.

“Not now, Alastor.” You said, scanning the area.

“Now, What’s gotten you so worked up with smarts?” He asked like a babysitter, “Haven’t seen you this focused since…never!” He laughed.

You scoffed, “Some guy dared to insult me on live television.” You answered, “Called me flat on my Himalaya’s.”

“…Your what’s?” He asked.

“My boobs, Alastor… they’re not that flat are they?”

I’m not answering that question.” He announced.

You pouted.

“Think of the headlines, dear.”

“…Yeah, you’re right.” You shrugged.

“So,” Alastor started, “Anything i could do to help?” He asked, clenching his cane in curiosity.

“…I needa find a popular News station. So i can announce my…opinions n’ stuff.” You said, “a popular one around these parts.”

Alastor thinked for a moment, “…Ever suggested to yourself…Vox 2 Nite?”

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ifoundyo-u · 7 months

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Hi there! Can we please get a Geto Suguru one shot where, despite his hate for humans, ironically he falls in love with reader (fem human reader or gn, whatever it’s up to you). Like maybe you can describe the from hate to love path they go through^^.

Sorry if I didn’t explain myself clear, English isn’t my mother tongue 😅

Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I hope you’ll like it <3

Disclaimer : English is not my mother tongue so be nice 🙏

Words : 2100

Scenario : In which, despite his hate for non-sorcerer, Suguru Geto fall for one. From hate and fear to love and comfort.

TW : Mention of murder

GETO X F!READER

Falling in love with you

The neon lights of Tokyo's bustling cityscape cast an eerie glow on the quiet streets as you, a young waitress, made your way to your night shift at a cozy little cafe. Unknown to you, this night would change your life forever.

As you served some customers with a genuine smile, you couldn't help but overhear a conversation at a nearby table.

Sitting at the table on your left, was a tall man with long black hair tied back at the back of his head, and a strand falling down in front of his face. He had squinted eyes and large earlobes, each with a piercing. He was dressed in a yellow rakusu with green tiles over a black yukata and black pants. This particular-looking man was accompanied by a short, chubby, bald man, he was wearing a light-colored striped suit.

They were at a table for a good twenty minutes, you had seen one of your coworkers greeting them and taking their order earlier. You had immediately noticed the black haired man's coldness towards your colleague and secretly wished you didn't have to serve him. You're not one to judge people, there's always a good reason why people react the way they do, but tonight you really weren't fit enough to deal with a rude customer. Indeed, you'd had quite a headache for a week now, nothing seemed to make it go away and you were starting to get seriously exhausted from the pain. You'd been sleeping poorly ever since. Your focus go back to the two men, who seemed to have been arguing since their arrival in the café.

-"Geto-sama, I can assure you that I'll be able to resume monthly donations within the next month, just long enough for my company to get back on its feet."

-"Kanemori-san, I've been ignoring your lack of activity in the cult for months. If I don't receive anything or anyone by tonight…you know damn well what will happen."

Their conversation seemed strange to you. A cult? this guy Kanemori owed money to that Geto guy, that you clearly understood. The threats he made to the poor little man sent a chill down your spine, even though you weren't even involved.

You then accidently met this Geto's gaze. An even more intense shiver ran through your body, and you're sure you trembled under the pressure of his gaze. Suddenly, your coworker put his hand on your shoulder, startling you.

-"Y/N! here's for table 18!" he smiled sweetly, passing you two plates.

Wait, table 18? that's the two men's table. You swallow hard and try to return your coworker's smile.

-"Thanks, I'll bring it right away".

You took a deep breath before heading for table 18. You pushed the negative thoughts from your mind, you were nobody to judge these people, you keep repeating yourself. You approached them, a soft smile on your lips, and set their plates down in front of them.

-"Good evening Sirs, here are your food, if you need anything, don't hesitate!"

The two men glared at you, but you kept on smiling. Before leaving, you quickly noticed that Geto was staring at the top of your head, so you gave him a questioning look, but he said nothing, lowering his gaze to his food before muttering

-"Stupid monkey"

Excuse me?! Oh how you wanted to call him back and ask him to dare to repeat what he'd just said. But you quickly reconsidered, partly because of your headache, but also because you didn't want to lose your job. You hadn't forgotten the conversation you'd overheard, either; this man seemed powerful and threatening. You lived alone in the center of Tokyo, so it was best to avoid that kind of trouble.

As the night went on, you tried to keep up a smile despite the exhaustion and pain. Not to mention the rather uncomfortable stares Geto was throwing at you. What had you possibly done to him? He and his partner finally left after a solid hour. This was a small relief for you, as he really seemed to be putting a heavy strain on the café, which only you seemed to be experiencing.

Your shift ended around midnight. You greeted the few of your coworkers who were finishing cleaning up the café before stepping out into the dark streets of Tokyo. It was slightly cold, so you tucked in your jacket and hurried home. You only lived a 10-minute walk from the café, which was quite convenient, especially when you finished late. You'd never been particularly afraid of walking home alone at night, the neighborhood was well reputed and given the short distance you thought nothing could happen to you. However, that particular night, without being able to justify or explain it, you had the feeling of being particularly watched, but nobody seemed to be around, and you eventually made it home safely. Once you'd warmed up in your apartment and had a good shower, you took some medicine to hopefully ease your headache, then went straight to bed.

You woke up the next morning, you didn't have to work today so you took the time to prepare yourself a good breakfast and settle down in front of the TV. However, when you turned on the TV, you were immediately greeted by the regional news and its headline

Murder in central Tokyo

Your eyes widened as the front of the café you worked at appeared on the screen. Your stomach flipped as the victim's face finally showed up.

Kanemori

The man who accompanied last night's intimidating man, Geto. Your thoughts were going 100 miles an hour. Geto had threatened this Kanemori last night, you'd heard it, you'd witnessed it. Did he…? No, that's impossible. You refuse to believe that. Your whole being refused to believe it. You turned off the TV and took a deep breath. Everything was going to be all right.

You spent the whole day walking in endless circles, trying to forget about all this, but how could you? You busied yourself as best as you could for the rest of the day, knowing that the next day you'd have to go back to the café.

The next night, you were back at work, the atmosphere at the café was tense, and a cloud of unease hung over the staff and patrons alike. The recent murder weighed heavily on everyone's minds. You couldn't help but feel a creeping sense of dread as you went about your duties. Not many customers were there that night, probably because of all that had happened, but you couldn't blame them, you'd have avoided the area too if you had been able to.

As the night progressed, you couldn't shake the feeling of being watched, just like the previous night. It was an eerie sensation that sent shivers down your spine. The cafe's emptying tables only added to the eerie silence. Eventually, you found yourself at Table 18, the same table where Geto Suguru and Kanemori had sat the previous night. Your heart raced as you remembered the chilling encounter with Geto. You couldn't help but glance around nervously, half-expecting him to appear again. And that's when he walked into the café

Geto Suguru had been observing Y/N from a distance, his presence shrouded in the darkness that concealed him. He couldn't explain the strange fascination that had taken hold of him. He had always despised non-sorcerers, seeing them as insignificant in the grand scheme of his jujutsu sorcerer world. Yet, there was something about Y/N that drew him in, something he couldn't ignore.

He stepped into the café and immediately noticed the waitress stiffen. He sat down at table 18 without saying a word.

As he watched her serve the customers with a genuine smile, a feeling of unease settled in his chest. He had come to the cafe with a purpose yesterday, a sinister mission to collect a debt owed to his cult. Kanemori's life had been forfeit, and Geto had made sure of it. But Y/N had unwittingly become a part of this twisted web, and he couldn't stay away. Their brief interaction at the table only fueled his obsession. Her soft smile in the face of his hostility had left an indelible mark on him.

He couldn't understand why he felt this way, why he couldn't stop thinking about her. As the night wore on, Geto couldn't tear his gaze away from Y/N. He watched her as she moved around the cafe, serving the few remaining customers. Her exhaustion and pain were evident, but she soldiered on with determination. Only he could see it, the reason for her exhaustion, the curse hanging over the young waitress's head.

He found himself returning to the area around the cafe, unable to stay away. He knew he was treading on dangerous ground. His obsession with Y/N was a distraction he couldn't afford, especially with the cult's plans in motion. But he couldn't help himself. Night after night, sometimes he went into the café, and other times he stayed in the dark. His body would unconsciously bring him back here. He would watch from the shadows, waiting for Y/N to finish her shift and walk home alone. He couldn't explain why he did it, why he couldn't stay away from her. But as the days turned into weeks, Geto's obsession grew. He couldn't stop thinking about Y/N, even during his cult's meetings and sinister rituals. She had become a forbidden desire, a temptation he couldn't resist.

As he sat at table 18 again one night, Y/N approached, her nervousness palpable. The atmosphere in the cafe had become even more charged with his presence. He watched her closely, his gaze never leaving her. The tension between them was undeniable, a magnetic pull that defied reason.

-"Good evening, sir," Y/N greeted him, her voice trembling slightly. "What can I get for you tonight?"

Geto's eyes bore into hers, and for a moment, he was lost in the depths of her gaze.

-"I'll have the same as last time," he replied, his tone softer than before.

Y/N nodded and quickly went to fetch his order. Despite her fear and unease, she couldn't help but feel a strange connection to Geto. Thoughts of him had occupied her mind during her sleepless nights, and now, seeing him again, she couldn't deny the undeniable pull she felt toward him.

As Y/N returned with Geto's order, she tried to maintain a professional demeanor, but her heart raced. She couldn't understand why Geto's presence had such an effect on her. She had heard rumors about him and his involvement in the cult, but there was something more beneath the surface, something that drew her in despite her better judgment.

Geto took a bite of his food but continued to watch Y/N with an intensity that sent shivers down her spine. He couldn't explain his own obsession either. It defied logic and reason, but he couldn't resist it.

Their eyes met again, and this time, something changed. Geto could see the discomfort in Y/N's eyes, and he realized that she was suffering. He couldn't let her continue to be burdened by whatever curse had been placed on her. Unable to contain his growing concern for Y/N, Geto decided to take matters into his own hands. He knew he had the power to exorcise the curse that plagued her, even if it meant revealing his jujutsu sorcerer abilities.

With a deliberate movement, Geto reached out and lightly tapped the top of Y/N's head with his index and middle fingers, almost like a gentle flick on the forehead. It was a jujutsu sorcerer's technique, a simple yet effective way to exorcise curses. Y/N gasped as a rush of energy surged through her body. It was as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. The headache that had plagued her for weeks disappeared in an instant, leaving her feeling lighter and more alive than she had in a long time.

Y/N couldn't believe what had just happened. The pain that had tormented her for so long had disappeared and she felt an immense relief. She looked at Geto in amazement.

-"You… How?" she stammered, her voice filled with gratitude and disbelief.

Geto's expression remained stoic, but there was a hint of something else in his eyes, something akin to compassion. He had allowed himself to be vulnerable, to reveal a little of his humanity, and this had created an unexpected bond between them. Geto simply handed her a card.

-"If the pain ever comes back, call me."

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lightwing-s · 8 months

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Alfred's point of view of food!vlogger reader when they reach for the same apple and her talking about jason please🙏🙏🙏

Jason's pov

“Oh! I’m sorry sir,” Alfred heard you say after accidentally touching hands when you reached for the same apple at the stand. “You can have it”.

He noticed a pink blush taint your cheek, matching the color of your light sundress. A shy smile plastered on your face and apologetic eyes.

“It’s no problem,” he said. “These apples look pretty inviting and I’m sure there are plenty to feed an entire cloud of bats.” you laughed at his joke and he gave you a genuine smile in return. It’s been long he got to hear a similar sound, as life with Bruce had been growing gloomier by the day, and he missed his boys and their mess around the house, even if they always led him into more work. He was in desperate need of a glint of happiness.

Rainy and somber skies traded for bright and sunny ones. He was glad to leave Gotham for once, and felt a light sensation in his chest upon waking up this morning. “I’m sure you could find some great recipes to use these apples in.” he told you.

“They’d taste amazing, but I’m actually looking for strawberries. It’s been hard finding…”

“Good ones these days?” he cut you mid sentence. “I’ve been wanting to make strawberry tarts for a while but I don’t seem to ever find really good ones.”

“Isn’t it!?” you answered loudly. “Gosh, my boyfriend loves strawberry tarts and I’ve been having the same problem. What is it with their harvest recently, has any super villain decided to ruin them for us?”

It was now your turn to get a laugh out from Alfred, who accompanied you in a search for decent strawberries so you could feed your dear boyfriend his beloved tarts. He listened to you rambling about how sweet of a boyfriend yours was, and how much of a gentleman he was too. He was getting to know how you two got together when perfect looking, big and bright red strawberries popped in your line of view.

“Those look so good, Alfred.” You said, wrapping your arm around his and dragging him along to the stand where the strawberries were on.

“Well, Y/n. Now your boyfriend can get all the dessert he wished for.” You giggled, and you two started selecting the best ones out of the bunch. Then, you seemed to notice something familiar in the distance, and moved slightly away from where you once stood.

“Jason! Babe!” he heard you call someone he could only imagine was your boyfriend. Following your gaze, he saw a familiar tall build he would recognize anywhere, and laughed by himself at the coincidence. You both had the same person in mind when thinking of the strawberries, and were talking about this same person without noticing it was the same one. The world sure could be funny sometimes.

A funny feeling began to grow in his heart upon this realization. Seeing the way you looked at him, and the way Jason looked at you in return made his old heart warm up and this lightness fill his body. All those sweet words you’d been saying were meant to his Jason, and he was so, but so, glad they were. So he stood there, like a proud father, watching as the largest smile spread in Jason’s face. One he hadn’t seen a long, long time.

“My new friend, Alfred, and I were just chatting about how difficult it’s been to find such good strawberries these days, isn’t it?” he heard you approach him again, dragging Jason by the hand. When Jason looked at him, he gave Alfred a soft smile, not as big as the one he gave you, but just as honest.

Extending his hand, he greeted the boy as he arrived at his side. “Nice to finally see you again, Master Jason.” And nice to see you happy again, too.

a/n: i finally could finish something, i'm so proud of myself lol

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heyoitsangelo · 5 months

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guys reblog this so gerard way can see this‼️‼️

*sniff* sIR PLEASE 🙏RETURN FROM THE WAR I DREW YOU CAN U PLEASE COME BACK‼️WHEN IS MCR5 HAPPENING IT’S BEEN TO LONG‼️‼️‼️‼️ *cough* *sad noises* ARUFHCHHGGUHHHHHH

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kyaaii · 2 years

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can I request a scenario where kazuha begs to get filled up after reader comes back from a long trip without him🙏🙏🙏

﹒of course, angel ﹒genshin impact ﹒kazuha ﹒top!malereader, bottom!kazuha, begging, crying, riding, overstim, male sex, nsfw & 18+, sir kink (used twice, towards reader)

there was always something about the way kazuha swayed his hips when he walked, or how he rested his hand on his hips while he talked, or even how he would cry; begging for you to breed him while he thrashes from the overstimulation. you had just returned from a commission that you went on with the traveler. he requested your help, saying he needed someone just as capable as him for this mission. of course, being the wonderful person you are, you accepted without hesitation.

it seems you didn't really care about the white-haired male behind you, watching in jealousy and desperation as you walk away with the traveler. saying you left him alone was an understatement. you were gone for months, leaving poor kazuha without anyway to please himself.

ever since your return, he has been clinging to you like a baby would to its mother. both you and him have been separated for over a month, meaning you haven't had any intercourse for a whole month. saying you were pent up was a huge understatement, even being around kazuha would put you on edge.

you and kazuha had a special relationship. some would call it friends with benefits, or just two horny pedestrians fucking each other. some would even call it a real relationship, but both you and kazuha viewed your status differently.

now, back to the present.

kazuha was watching with furrowed brows as you stretched. your tight tank-top being pulled up once you put your arms behind you head to stretch; revealing a nice, toned torso, and a really exposed v-line. kazuha really wasn't sure if he could stay perched on the chair for much longer. the desire to have you inside of him growing by the second.

but once you grabbed your shirt to wipe your face from the sweat, he shot up, grabbing your forearm tightly before dragging you into a bathroom stall. you were allowing yourself to be dragged by him, a sinful smirk creeping its way onto your face.

you weren't sure if he was ever going to make a move, you were almost going to take matters into your own hands. luckily, your stretching was enough for him to finally realize and take his chance with you after your return.

once you reached the bathroom, he dragged you into a stall and lock it behind him. you watch in amusement as he breaths heavily, his chest heaving while his body shakes.

"kazuha? are you alright, dear?" you ask him innocently, watching as his body reacts to the petname. his soft whimper gave you the answer, his small hands dragging themselves down his body, stopping in front of his crotch, cupping it gently.

"h-hurts.." he whispers, tightening the hold on his crotch. you watch in amazement as he throws his head back against the stall door, sliding down it slowly. your deep chuckle causing his body to jolt.

"it seems you missed me just as much as i missed you, kazuha..." you whisper, groaning at the tightness in your pants. you grab kazuha's hair, admiring the moan he let out before dragging him back up the stall door.

you lean down to give him a sloppy kiss, which he gladly accepts. his muffled whines causing your pants to become tighter; groaning into the kiss. you pull away, grinning as he scrambles to hold your shirt; begging you not to leave him alone again.

his eyes were screwed shut and he rocks his hips back and forth roughly. his hands perched on your chest in a weak attempt to hold himself up. the constant, high pitched moans escaping his mouth confirming his pleasure.

his hips faltering as he grew tired, quiet whines and incoherent babbling the only thing escaping his mouth. he let his head fall down with a moan, eyes finally meeting yours.

"fuck.. p-please, sir — UNGH!" he was cut off by his own loud moan. you thrusted up into him roughly, relishing the way he trembled and sobbed. you grabbed his hips, staring into his eyes as you could see small tears in his. "you can keep going, isn't that right, love?" you say to him, a sinful grin claiming space on your face.

you thrusted up into him once more, his sobbing becoming louder as he hides his face in your neck; arms wrapped tightly around your neck. "oh, god.. please, hnn!" he huffed, his words only turning into moans and whines.

"use your words, kazuha."

he moaned, throwing his head back. you had lowered your hand to the lower end of his back, your thrusts become harsher.

"oh my go — AHN! fuck! br-eed me, please, s-sir.. FUCK!" he screamed, mouth wide open as he violently shakes in your hold. you watch as he squeezes his eyes shut, biting down onto your should roughly.

he tightens around you, a clear sign that he's close. he looked so beautiful with tears welling up in his eyes and drool running down his chin, onto your thighs. your punishing pace leaves him seeing stars, watching in amusement as he cums.

he seems unable to stop, small, shaky hands leaving your neck and trying his best to cover his small, sensitive cock; a weak attempt and trying to ease the pain. he sobs violently, collapsing into your neck as he moans.

"pleasepleaseplease,” he whines, thighs shaking and his nails scratching at your shoulders. his moans the only thing telling you he was still conscious. his eyes roll back into his head once you speed up, his mouth opened in a silent scream.

a few more thrusts and you finally emptied your load into him, his oversensitive cock twitching before a drop of cum leaves his tip. he sighed, his body falling limp and he whines at the aftershock.

#kazuha #kaedehara kazuha #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin impact #kazuha x male reader #kazuha imagines #genshin smut #kazuha smut #top male reader #seme male reader #dom male reader #male reader #top!reader #dom!reader #bxb #male x male #kyaaii

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fatandnerdy30 · 7 months

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please write a protective Scott Lang one as him as the giant 🥺🙏

Ask and you shall recieve!!

Scott was driving along when suddenly he got a call and on his radio the name 'PEANUT' blared at him in bold capital letters. Quickly he answered, his voice ringing with worry. "Cassie? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Dad....I need your help..." Cassie's voice was quiet and he could hear suppressed sobs on the other end of the phone. In an instant, he turned the whole car around, other vehicles blowing their horns at him, but Scott simply waved and began speeding the other way towards Cassie's school. She had just gotten into college and for her to call her dad for help meant it must be a big deal.

He drove as fast as he could before noticing there were lights in his rearview mirror and he groaned as he was pulled over by the police.

Stopping the car, he slammed his hands on the wheel and waited for wha felt like an eternity for the officer to get out of his car and make his way to Scott's window. "Do you realize how fast you were driving, sir?" The officer asked.

"Yeah, but there's an emergency and my daughter called, in tears I might add, so I'm on my way to get to her and I know I was going a little over the speed limit, but c'mon, it's my daughter." When the officer's face stayed the same, Scott sighed. "Do you have children, officer?"

"Yes I do, but I still don't speed and drive recklessly. Licence and registration."

Knowing he was getting nowhere, he pulled his backup card. "You know I'm an Avenger, right? Ant-man? Recognize me?" He circled his face with his hands.

"I know who you are, but Avenger or not, you need to follow the laws. What kind of example are you setting for the kids out there if they were to see you speeding? Now, license and registration. I won't ask again, Mr. Lang."

Scott sighed and reached into the glove compartment, pulling out the document he needed, and then produced his license with a swish of his hand, hoping to make the man smile at least once. "No? Nothing....all right, not everyone likes up close magic, I guess." He handed them over and watched the officer move on back to his car and get in.

After a few seconds, Scott began tapping his hands on the wheel. This was taking too long. His daughter was crying her eyes out at this very moment, over who knew what, and this officer was taking his time with his computer! Well, that was enough. He had to get to Cassie now!

Jumping out of the car, he began walking a safe distance away before he heard the cop yelling. "Return to your vehicle, Mr. Lang! Don't make me repeat myself!"

"Sorry, can't do that!" Scott yelled back, turning to face the officer. "Emergency!" With that, he reached into his pocket and pulled on the gloves, his helmet appearing from under his hoodie and clicked the button.

The world got smaller and smaller the more he grew, and he watched the police man and his vehicle become toys as he reached his full height. It took a minute for the vertigo to stop before he took his first steps, being careful of the cars under his feet. "Sorry, excuse me," he said to no one and yet everyone as he passed.

Once he was off the highway, he turned to where he knew Cassie's school was and walked as quickly as he could, waving to a few kids who jumped up and down at the sight of him, chuckling at their enthusiasm.

Cassie sniffled as she sat in the bathroom stall hugging herself. How could she be so stupid? SHe grabbed a peice of toilet paper and blew her nose and wiped her eyes. She was about to throw it into the trash when the ground started rumbling and immediately she knew it was her dad. Getting up, she ran out of the building, ignoring the students who were simply staring up in awe and shock at her father's large form.

He towered over the trees on the campus and made the ground quake with each step. His legs finally came to a halt out in the parking lot where car alarms were going off like crazy, but Cassie didn't notice any of that.

Instead she was focused on the large head that kept looking around before the face plate came down and her father's face was on full view. "Cassie?" He called, his voice echoind through the air like a living megaphone.

"Dad!" The girl called, coming to a stop just before his feet, panting with tears streaming down her face. Slowly the living building collapsed as Scott knelt down and made a soft noise in the back of his throat.

"Oh peanut. What's wrong? I came as quuick as I could." Slowly he brought a hand out and wrapped it around the girl and immediately she flung herslef into the fingers that were bigger than her by at least a foot.

"Thanks for coming, dad," Cassie sniffled as she nuzzled into one of the fingers, not caring about her hair. "I'm so stupid," she cried, her sobs coming out like hiccups. Suddenly the hand tightened and Cassie found herself being lifted to her dad's stern face.

"Never say that about yourself," Scott said not unkindly. "You're the smartest, bravest girl I know, peanut." He smiled and brought his other hand up to gently wipe the tears from her cheeks the best he could. "Now, tell me what this was all about."

"My geometry teacher...he....he said he would fail me if I didn't....do things for him,..." She blushed as she remembered the words that came from the man's mouth and looked down. "I can't afford to fail this class, but I can't do those things, dad..."

Anger filled Scott as he stared at his daughter's red face, seeing tears streaming down her flushed cheeks. "He WHAT?!" Yelled Scott, not even thinking about his size and winced when Cassie held her ears. "Sorry...but I'm glad you told me, sweetheart. You stay here, daddy will be right back."

"Dad what are you gonna do!?" The man was already lowering her to the ground, anger written all over his face as he stood. "DAD!" Cassied called, scared for the safety of the man who had verbally assaulted her. She tried to run after him, but her dad was too fast in his current size and she had to stop and catch her breath.

Scott made his way to the school, his brow furrowed with anger as he took every step it seemed to rise. How dare that man confront his sweet little girl with those disgusting words! He would have a little chat with the man.

Making his way to where he knew the math department building was, he stopped and looked down at the terrified faces of both teacher and students alike. "Excuse me, where can I find Mr. Phillip's geometry classroom?"

One teacher pointed to the side of the building and Scott nodded. "Thank you." He took a step and lowered himself to kneel and look into the windows. Screams of fright could be heard from each classroom he peeked into, but it soon became an awed hush as they recognized his face.

Finally he spotted the classroom and raised his head to the top floor, where he found the culprit talking to a female student. The girl looked terrified but had yet to see Scott's face. In fact, both people in the room seemed to not even notice him until he took a finger and tapped on the glass, making the both jump and turn around. "You," Scott called, angrily looking at the man. "I wanna have a word with you." The teacher's face paled and he turned to run from the room.

Not caring about the damage, he broke the windows, Scott smashed his hand through the glass and quickly reached in, careful not to hit the woman in the room, and grabbed the teacher just as he was about to leave the room.

"Where do you think you're going?" He asked the man, dragging him out into the light of day by the collar of his shirt. The man was dangling at least fifty feet from the ground as Scott glared at him, his legs kicking and tears streaming down his face.

"Put me down, please!"

"Not until we've had a good chat. I heard you said some pretty nasty things to my daughter, Mr. Phillips. And I think you were saying those things to the girl in there as well." Scott turned his attention to the girl who was staring at them both.

"Am I right, miss?" The girl nodded fast. "See? You're a piece of filth that I can't stand being around my daughter."

Speaking of Cassie, she came around the side of the building, panting. "DAD! What are you doing?!"

"I'm simply making sure that this creep doesn't get away with what he's been doing. In fact, why don't you alert the media what this scumbag has been doing?"

"I don't need to.." Cassie pointed to where a news van was parked, the camera pointed right at him and the teacher.

"Perfect." Scott got up and took a step towards the van, the newscaster shaking as he stooped. "Good afternoon. I have something for you." Scott lowered his hand and put the teacher in front of the camera. "Now, tell the world what you did." The man was silent for a moment, and Scott pushed him forward with a finger, almost making him fall.

"I...I told my female students that if they didn't do....certain favors for me...that I would fail them and make sure that they were kicked out of the school." Mr. Phillips hung his head, knowing that his career was over the moment he was put in front of the camera.

"That's a good molester," Scott said high above their heads. "And the window I'll take care of, by the way," he told the press, the camera then zooming in on the destroyed classroom. "Sorry about that." He then lifted the man into the air again paying no attention to his screams. "Now, I would like a written apology to each and every girl you threatened from your jail cell because that's where you're going."

Mr. Phillips felt something warm running down his pantleg and was too ashamed to bring it up to the giant man as he hung by his collar until he was put into a fist.

"Cassie, let's go get some ice cream," Scott told his daughter, stooping to let his daughter climb up on his palm. He then stood and started walking back to his car.

Officer Phelps was trying to radio in what had happened when suddenly the road started shaking again and he looked up to see Scott Lang coming his way, this time with a girl seated in the palm of his hand, talking and smiling at him like this was completely normal.

"Sorry about running off like that, officer," Scott said. He stopped and knelt down, letting his daughter off his hand and bringing his fist over to the police car. "This is a little present to make up for it." He opened his hand and let the teacher fall out into the road, the man tumbling a little bit. "A little jailbird in the making. Ask him and he'll sing you a little tune of every wrong he's ever done. Isn't that right, Mr. Phillips?"

The man nodded, not even covering his soaked pants. "I did, officer, I did it to all those girls, I swear. Just please don't let him pick me up again!"

Scott then nodded at the officer and hit the button on his right hand, his size starting to decrease until he stood a little taller than his daughter. "C'mon, ice cream is on me. We'll go to where I used to work, they love me there." He wrapped his hand around Cassie's shoulder. "Oh, and you can send my stuff to the FBI, officer. There's an agent there who'll know what to do with it."

With that, he and Cassie got into the car and drove off like nothing had happened.

#giantman #scott lang #cassie lang #Protectivefather #g/t #giant tiny #marvel g/t #Mentions of abuse #marvel+gt #marvel g t #marvel fanfiction

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brainworms-all-night-long · 3 months

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Remember that art you did that was just Nine and Sonic high fiving (except it were only hands)

Did you use any special brushes?????????? Or just what brushes did you use in general please dont gate keep 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Might as well just answer these asks in tandem because 1 that is literally one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me?? You mean I have an artstyle?? that it is tangible??? That its good enough for someone to want to copy it, hello????? [Positive, extremely extremely positive, crying tears of joy positive]

And 2 I am so fucking sorry (but also maybe good news for you since you're looking to copy) if you were expecting some epik brushes or techniques, because I literally just use the basic pen, pencil, airbrush and mix2 brushes (plus the eraser ofc) in Fire Alpaca. Like dedass just the first one, no change in the settings nothing. Just these guys here with me against the world.

I do attempt to sometimes use different brushes for sketching but then always return back to basics

My art process is pretty much just scratch something with the pen (sketch that I clean out as I go, we don't do lineart in this house sir) slap on some colors, then put down shadows with the pencil, blend with the mix brush, realize the shadows make no sense once looking back at the light source, erase some parts and repeat until the shadows do kind of make sense

Like its just this for endless hours but it's also the only part of drawing that I genuinely enjoy x)

From time to time I also remember that the airbrush exists and I can use it now without the threat of it blowing up my computer, which is why the shading (well, the highlights) on the high five actually looks good (also cuz I had a clear reference picture, that does wonders) plus a pro-tip, when drawing a certain thing that glows, its easier to put the solid color of the glow down and than gaussian blurring the whole layer instead of fighting with the airbrush

True magic however, hides in messing around with the opacity and layer blender settings, I usually spend most of my time in there flipping between the options lmao. The starter basics would be Add for an extra pop in the highlights. Multiply for darker shadows, or used similarly as Overlay and that is if you can't be bothered changing the color of the shadow over multiple colors of the piece. Soft and hard light for tamer results of add and multiply. And than Messing around with Difference and Exclusion was also how I got the funky colors on my previous drawing, but that stuff is funky

So yea, no special brushes, just the bare basics and mixing them together!!

#I think. This is like an answer most artists will give #I always see so many people asking artists about their brushes #only for the artist to just go ''oh I just use this basic one for the program I have''#Not that it's wrong to ask ofc!!#I too wonder just what brush it is that makes the line look just ever so scratchy but not too much #that gives a really nice texture to the lineart #I will find it one day I'm sure #also other majority of artists actually have a special brush they made (??) but my ahh could never #raw-dogging this with the basics 💪💪#again this ask has made my day #well #midnight #but like yaaay I am finally good at art!!#at long last #i inspire people :]#it sparks joy #the silly ask box #art tips #me does arts

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so2uv · 7 months

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armed. Locked and loaded. FIRE 🔥🔥🔥💯💯🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🇺🇸🦅🦅🦅🦅🦅💥💥💥💥

Dear my love,

The house was quiet today. I could hear the floor creek under my feet, the air I inhale, and the sound of my heart beating fast.

Our bed was cold, so cold. The wind had a lonely chill, a reminder for me. I found myself holding your pillow. The scent of the last meal you cooked still lingered.

The food was bland today. You know I don’t know how to cook as well as you, yet you would ask for my assistance. I sat in the eerie atmosphere and the sound of the spoon hitting the bowl made the hairs on my arms stand.

Where have you gone, angel? I have sparred with a god, but silence is a creature I cannot stand against. It touches me in ways that resemble your hands, and it creates images that only I can see. It creates you, but my soul knows you aren’t there.

You left long ago to somewhere to somewhere unknown. Where has my home moved to? What wind did my love follow?

Why did you listen to it? I wonder if it bargained with you, bribed you, toyed with you. It must be my fault alone if that had happened.

I’m sorry, Sol, my sun. You do not have to return, but do ease my heart a little and tell me one thing: what caused this?

I wish you true happiness wherever your heart decided to venture. Please be careful, and be patient. You burned yourself last time you weren’t either. (Three more sentences follow, but it is smudged and incoherent)

Wherever you may be, my love will follow with the wind. I’ll be here for you always even if you’re oceans across. You’ve taken my heart, and I refuse to have it returned. It’s yours to keep, Angel.

With love and wishes for safe travels, Kaedehara Kazuha

(throughout the letter, there was various spots of smudged ink. Likely created by a liquid of some sort)

- tired

sir i do not 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️ know who you are. so i please 🙏 ask 💬 of you 🫵😾 to not 🔇❌❌ trauma dump in my inbox 📥

much appreciated 🥰🤺🤺

#🌝. ebg !#✉️. love letters !#— from: eepiest of eepy tired.

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creelmalfoylaufeyson69 · 7 months

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Hey 👋 I have a request for Nemo from Inside where the female reader who is the maid and as she is cleaning by the door entrance to the penthouse she actually opens the door. As Nemo is standing in the living room and realizes she set him free he runs straight to her hugging and kissing her catching the reader off guard. He explains the situation and in the end confesses his crush on her. She ends up being intrigued and charmed by him.

Please and thank you 🙏

Ooo, okay.

Helped

Warnings: smut (unprotected sex)

Y/n was cleaning up for the outside of the penthouse, and decided to open the door of the penthouse to check on it. She was met with a man in a robe at the door, seeming to look lost and confused. He shivered as he than kissed her onto her lips

Y/n was confused, but decided to return the kiss since the man was attractive. Once he pulls apart, he begins to explain the whole story. Once he was done, Y/n looked stunned. “I’ll take you home, okay? Feed you a proper meal after all that you’ve been through” he definitely liked the sound of that, since he had been watching her work for a while now

Once her shift was over, she takes him to her car, and then drives him home (after he tells her where he lives). Once there, he did what he’d normally do at home, while Y/n looks around for something to make

Everything had gone bad. She frowns now. “Nemo I’ll be right back, I’m going to get you more food!” She shouts for him. “Okay! Thanks by the way!” He hollers back, which makes her blush. “Your welcome” she heads out now, which makes him alone again

He sketched out pictures of her as he waited, feeling isolated yet again. Once she was back, she found him on his couch reading a book. He looks at her, and smiles softly. “Your back!” He says excitedly, and it makes her smile back as her blush shows up again

“Yep!” She goes over towards his kitchen with the groceries, and then went to put them away. He follows her like how a dog follows its owner, and watched as she puts some things away after dumping out the old stuff

“You did a lot while I was gone” she mentioned since he had finally taken a proper shower, and brushed his teeth. “I did, although I did miss you a lot while you were gone” he says, which makes her blush obvious. A smirk formed onto his face as he grabs one of the bags easily out of her grasp

He takes it into the kitchen to put away. She walks with him, and saw how he had a put everything away, so she could do the same. Once the groceries that weren’t needed at the time had been stored away, she began to cook lasagna for him. He watched her ass as she placed the lasagna into the oven to cook

He wanted to feel every curve of her body, and fuck her until she couldn’t walk anymore. He wanted her suck him off as he moans her name. He was caught staring at her body once she had turned around to look at him. Y/n was super red now as he bit his lip

He walks over towards her, and she watches as he approaches her. Once he was close to her, he asked her if she wanted this. “I do, but don’t you want to eat first sir?” He grins at the thought of what she tastes like. “I want you first” he says, which makes her weak to the knees

“Okay” she says, which makes him lift her up and place her onto the counter. He than takes her pants off that followed with her underwear now. Once her pants and underwear were on the ground, he takes his pants off now. Once his pants were off, he takes his boxers off now

He now moves a bit closer, and wraps her legs around his waist now as he lines up his cock with her pussy. His hands placed onto her waist as his cock goes deeply into her. She let’s out a moan as her head arches back. He begins to thrust into her g spot already, which makes her tell him to stay there

He did as told as he picks up his pace rather quickly. They both let out moans of pleasure as he fucks her. His lips go onto hers as stops, and pulls out. He presses her down against the counter top now being on top of her. He goes back into her, and starts to thrust quickly

Her hands clawed into his bag with her nails as he pounds into her pussy. Her lips met his now, which makes him return the kiss now. The two quickly pulled apart to moan. She felt a familiar pit in her stomach, and her walls clenched around his cock

The beeping of the oven makes him stop, and pulls out. He gets up, and gets his clothes back on now. She gets up and when she stood up, her legs felt like jelly now. Y/n gets her clothes on, and got out the lasagna from the oven. The rest of the now night had been them eating, and going to sleep

#willem dafoe #inside nemo x reader #inside willem dafoe #a request #smut

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captorsicallfriends · 2 years

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Hey Ur fave insane anon is back 💖💖💖 okay so bit of backstory: I have this one science teacher and he is insane full stop. Not my breed of insane but more like "wears socks to bed & washes his hands then takes a shit" type of insane. So I was in one of his classes and he always makes a thing of "none of you students are ever going to the bathroom during my teaching time ever" cuz he's THAT type of teacher. So I'm sitting in class, on my period, feeling homicidal as fuck, and I really need to go to the bathroom to check if I've bled through. So I'm like "sir I need to go to the bathroom" and he says no, and I thought I was narrating this next bit to myself in my head like the filthy little queer I am but I was high off of cramp medicine and just generally done with life so I must've said outloud "that wasn't a question, pig." Luckily I said it under my breath but I am like 99% certain my teacher heard me and now I'm a bit scared because he is absolutely the type of person who you have one argument with about Jerry Seinfeld's the Bee Movie and next thing you know you're waking up stuffed in a fridge with your wrists and ankles tied (not speaking from experience). So anyway I'm a bit pissed off at this point and my stupid brain goes "what could I possibly do to get out of class in order to change my pad without sir knowing I'm getting out of class in order to change my pad 🤔🤔🤔?????" And then it hits me. I will delete my entire assignment. My computer will "accidentally" delete all of my work I have been doing and I will need to go to the IT department to see if they can help, I'm a genius. And I've been failing science pretty much my whole life and let's be honest I'm probably gonna die young due to getting my ass kicked by a group of stoned frat bros and/or putting a bee hive down my pants so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ why not delete all my work, right??? So I hit the delete button and tell my teacher and. It. Works. I leave class with my computer and my collection of pads so clearly visible in my pocket and for that single moment in time I am God and Satan one in the same. So once I'm done shoving a different flavoured tampon up there and I waste a few more minutes of my time contemplating starting a revolt, I return to class silently celebrating my victory. I have won. These students are a pack of dogs and I am the hand to which they bow to. I am immortal. I am divine. I have had an unhealthy amount of gummy vitamins. But, most importantly, I am trapped in my science teacher's freezer please send help and/or money amen

your science teacher is such a dick but omg you're an evil insane genius. brb venmoing you some money so you can get out of the freezer 🙏

#diya answers #anon

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carloquiambao · 11 days

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"My self Challenges"

In my senior high school, I only had modules and moved around, that's why I helped my dad to get to the water this time because I'm very happy this time I have a time where I still have the same vibes. my dad and now I'm having a hard time because of the time and how can I share that I have time to go to school and that's why I'm still enjoying it because I'm playing basketball.

After some time, it came to the time when I graduated from high school. He was still enrolling. The line was very long because he didn't have breakfast. that I was walking around and I didn't say that! What is your grade? I answered that I will be in grade 11 maam then they told me if I am interested in enrolling in their school which is ALC then I asked if there is a baronon then they said no I don't think it is here because my dreams are that I can enhance my learning even more, then I'm thankful because in my first semester in Grade 11 I was top 9 and thankfully I graduated then at this time my father helped me because of 2 days of class only for 1 week, it's only half day, so I'm thankful that I'm going to school now and that I'm continuing with my dream and going to school this year because I'm faithful because even if I'm reprimanded, I'll just handle the cost of moms and dads Please help me so that I can get through the things that have happened. I can't forget the Christmas party because you are the best second father to cooperate. Then he cooked the chicken. I saw a lot of hard work. you sir thank you for everything then I appreciate thank you very much sir and maam then I will not forget that time when I was having a hard time in my schooling there was a branch that I could approach and trust first of all I am proud and happy of my parents and thank God for this time to show me how tough and strong you are not to surrender to all the problems you gave me Lord thank you

guys, shout out to my teachers in grade 11, thank you, ma'am, sir, because even if you scolded me, I passed, I thanked our Filipino: Sir, Yako for our science, cher Catherine, thank you for our math teacher, cher Cristy Ann and shout kos, you are the most kind and disciplined us in grade 11, cher Marife, she is in P. E, our cher amavelle shout out maam thank you for everything maam especially to my advisor teacher Analyn we can cry because of all the good things you have done maam we feel We have an understanding that's why I'm going to believe in the stories that it's only good later that's why I'm not good maam that's why I answered you at the time you didn't help me but I'll try to make a change maam promise maam you have a recipe for my improved / growth now that it has come to the time that I realize that I feel like a big sin that I did to you and my parents, I'm sorry mom, dad but I will try to deserve it and it's worth it your sacrifices to me a to my parents and to all my teacher I salute you moms and dads when you are now you still can't feel it because all the things I did wrong for you are still heavy and hard to forget but I will show you that people are not obstacles that will be guilty of change when the right time arrives that I will get my wishes i should return for you mom, dad and all my second parents☝🙏💪

This story is from 2021-2022 & 2023-2024

story of my life Thanks God for this everything happened of my life to know right and wrong big growth for my self to know all of them. I can post this story of my life because this is not just an assignment of 1 thousand words that I was asked to do and I like that you know a lot about my behavior because I also have the same one, you can read a little of these words and you will understand that there is still hope to bag -or correct the mistakes you make and you should not surrender to problems because life is boring, there are no problems, just fight soon, don't surrender. God is always a guide for all things of this world, but we must do it because God is your guide, we are the only ones who do what you do. you guide us so that we can take our wishes or dreams from us and then all the problems come to you we have a solution. Thanks god 🙏!!!

#High school life and this year 2021-2024

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4dtk · 2 years

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Hi!!! if you haven’t already can you do a story with Jaehyun please? handholding 36 and touching 37

plz forgive me if i did this wrong. this is my first time doing a request 🥲🥲🙏🙏🙏

u requested correctly don’t worry!! <3 also this got poetic FAST i’m sorry

hand-holding, 36: unconsciously searching out each other’s hand while sleeping

touching, 37: putting their head on the other’s chest

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“don’t you think you’d wanna be putting them to bed?” johnny whispers over to jaehyun, who unconsciously strokes your hair. it’s funny that the male doesn’t even know the gesture’s lulled you right to sleep, but it was inevitable that it was going to happen considering the long day you had.

jaehyun hums curiously, mouth dropping a little at the peaceful look on your face, but it soon stretches into a smile. johnny returns a farewell gesture, in a way that kind of says “i’ll catch you up on the movie later”. he wasn’t sure if that was his intended message was that, but he hoped it was true at least.

jaehyun couldn’t stay mad at you for falling asleep though.

in one swoop, he sweeps you into his arms and brings you into his chest, making his way to his room with as less movement to your body as possible. the last thing he wanted was for you to wake from your slumber. he doesn’t bother to switch on the light, manoeuvring through the room before setting you on the bed and he thinks it’s his fault that he feels a tug on his sleeve.

jaehyun is ready to apologise, but is only met with a pout from you where your eyes can barely open, laced with sleepiness that he can’t believe he’s considered going back to movie night with the boys.

“can’t you stay? the movie outside was becoming a little loud.” jaehyun coos inwardly at you, succumbing to your tempting plea (which didn’t do much, jaehyun is just weak to you), and getting into his bed with you where your body naturally turns to accommodate him. before he knows it, you’re already making his chest your home, head reaching for his heartbeat where you always feel the most secure.

it’s where it holds the most love for you, because years of literature and art and poetry points to the heart as the most sacred place to contain yearning for another. jaehyun wants to argue, but he feels like he doesn’t have the qualifications for it — he didn’t major in science to know of the heart’s patterns, nor does he paint the colours you make him feel that much. but jaehyun knows enough that the heart isn’t enough to convey all of him.

you prove this to be true when you unconsciously reach for his hand in the midst of your slumber, interrupting the male from his many thoughts and it’s like something awakens in jaehyun. he watches as your hand does the same thing each night, curling around his palm before it slips under his larger one. a protection, a safe place, your hand hides under jaehyun’s, your body curls into the other’s.

jaehyun would face off to every creator that named the heart as something that meant the most, but when you have someone’s life in your hands, all you’d be feeling is burdened. what about the hands? the body? he observes quietly again how you adjust yourself to embrace all of him, all of his ways of loving and soon, the another thought invades on his mind.

maybe everything was the answer, and sure, maybe jaehyun was unqualified to answer that, but if it’s all that mattered in a connection between two people, then he wouldn’t need sir philip sidney to tell him that his heart needed to be with yours in order to be one.

jaehyun could feel one with you any time, and it’s only fair that he reciprocates all he knows about love, even if they aren’t fancy gestures of spilling poetry on parchment. he feels one with you right now, where even you transcend every portrayal of love ever written down.

why? jaehyun thinks it’s because you’re the very definition of it.

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