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gramoturtle · 9 months

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Wings: Reapers, Pig Noise and Soul Pulvis

While playing around with ideas for my AU, I came across some interesting similarities between Reaper Wings and Soul Pulvis Wings.

We've seen both in the TWEWY and in the Animation that Minamimoto has had quite interesting wings. He has multiple pairs of wings. They can shatter or can gain a purple Taboo haze depending on the media. They're messed up in some way.

Even though Minamimoto isn't a Reaper in NEO, could our Chaotic Math Man have a new type of messed up wings as he continues to absorb dangerous birds?

Let's dive into that and see where that leads.

Shibuya Reaper Wings

First, let's take a look at a couple of Reaper Wings. We see some variations with the Shibuya Reapers.

Since they are similar to bat wings, I'm going to try and use the same terminology where I can.

Generally speaking, we have the Arm leading up to a central point called the Wrist where the Thumb(s) and Fingers can extend from. One outer Finger forms the outside edge of the wing and then multiple inner Fingers extend out from the Wrist and along the Arm. The Reaper wings also have a smaller extrusion right by the Thumb too, which can either be a second Thumb or another Finger. The Fingers extending downwards are connected by an Arc, which connects back to the Arm.

Coco's wings are smaller and more curvy while Kariya's are larger and sharper. Uzuki's are even larger, very rigid, and the inner Fingers don't all extend out from the Wrist, but along the Arm.

For the extra piece by the big Thumb, I'm leaning towards it being another Thumb, for theory crafting reasons way below. But if sticking with bat terminology, it would be another Finger I think.

Shinjuku Reapers

We kinda get to see Shinjuku Reaper Wings. I did some Level Correction to see some of their wings better. (Mourn the variety. It's hoodies only in Shibuya, if you're not good enough, or something.)

Anyways, they generally follow Kariya's wing style.

Pig Noise

In TWEWY, Pig Butoh (along with Polka and Tango, blue and red colour palette swaps) have Reaper like wings. In NEO, we have Pig Mambo (light) and Pig Bolero (dark). It's a little hard to tell but they appear to have the same wing shape as they do in TWEWY, just that they curl around in front. The overlap might make it look like it creates a "gap" like the wings like for the Pig Mambo (light).

Both the Reaper and Pig wings have a connecting Arc across the Fingers. However, the Pig Noise has an extra piece where the Arm connects to the body, not like the little Thumb or extra Finger by the big Thumb for Reaper Wings, and there is a circular cut or hole removed from the Thumb.

But in general, we can see that Reapers and Pig Noise have a similar structure to their wings.

Now let's get theory crafting!

Soul Pulvis

So how are Soul Pulvis wings and Reaper wings related?

I stumbled on this by trying to make a Reaper Wing look a little more like a Soul Pulvis wing, and then made a Soul Pulvis wing look a little like a Reaper Wing. Added an additional step, modified the other stages and I got something like this:

With that, we can see that the Soul Pulvis has a similar wing structure to the Reaper Wings:

The fully connected inner Fingers in the Reaper Wing gets separated from the Wrist. One Finger moves down to where it would connect to the body, kinda like the Pig Noise or maybe like Uzuki's Wings. A star "eye" symbol appears in the gap between the Arm, outer Finger and Arc. The Arm and Thumb have shrunk. The second Thumb or other Finger by the old big Thumb has grown and now is curving in the opposite direction, away from the Thumb. We could say that the central Star Eye is part of the Fingers or is an entirely new thing.

So what does this mean?

Well, if we were able to see Minamimoto's Reaper wings during NEO (say if, an Angel could still see them), I think they could be at various stages of the above transformation. Maybe they would not reach the same design as the Soul Pulvis wings, but I think they would at least have gotten influenced by his bird snacking.

But that's not all.

There is something else that is similar to the Soul Pulvis and is linked to some Minamimoto:

The open floating eyes that Felidae Cantus, Minamimoto from NEO's Another Day's Noise form, has. And it can be hard to tell, but there are Soul Pulvis flying circling around the fight, in addition to the mathematical formulas.

Keeping the Soul Pulvis and the open floating eyes that Felidae Cantus has in mind, we can see similarities. Let's do another transformation to make it clearer:

Most of the transformation occurs on the side closest to the body. There is a question of how the body side of the wing either grows another Finger or if the innermost Finger strengthens its attachment back to the other inner Fingers. But really they're not that different. And there are some similarities to the Reaper wings too. The tips of the Fingers are closer to the pointy Reaper wing spikes instead of the Soul Pulvis curves.

If the floating Eyes are not something separate, they could be Soul Pulvis wings that separated from their body.

This is why if we continue to use the same wing structure terminology, the Soul Pulvis and the floating Eyes that the extra bit near the Thumb, might be a second Thumb. Although, it could be that for Reaper-like wings that it would be a Finger, even though it's pointing in a different direction and isn't connected by an Arc.

So what does all of this mean?

Super theory crafting time! Let's consider everything so far:

Reaper Wings and Pig Noise Wings share similar wing structures.

Minamimoto in TWEWY and the Animation can have 2 additional pairs of wings compared to regular Reapers.

We've seen from TWEWY and the Animation that his (totally 100% normal) six wings can get messed up by shattering (TWEWY) or get a purple Taboo haze surround them (Animation). The Animation makes it clear that the haze is Taboo haze, which he gains once he gets very Taboo-ified.

Minamimoto has been consuming Soul Pulvis in NEO, so it may mess up his wings again.

There is a possible transformation from a Reaper Wing to a Soul Pulvis Wing.

Felidae Cantus has Soul Pulvis circling around their fight.

Soul Pulvis wings are very similar to the floating open Eyes that Felidae Cantus has.

Therefore, it is possible that our mainline NEO Minamimoto has messed up wings by absorbing the Soul Pulvis, and if Another Day Minamimoto is an even further Soul Pulvis infused Minamimoto - and if those floating Eyes are not something separate or a transformed/part of a Soul Pulvis - there is a possibility that the floating Eyes are his wings.

Now there are only 3 in the fight, which is not 2 or 6. But this is a different Minamimoto. Maybe his wing growth is in progress. Maybe he's learning and can't convert all his Wings into Eyes. Maybe he wants the fight to be fair(-ish). I dunno! But let's consider a Minamimoto who grew so skilled that he could turn his wings...Into weapons!

Anyways this was mostly an exercise in seeing how I could potentially mess up Minamimoto's Reaper wings and this is where it got me. If there is cool fan media of this or someone makes cool stuff based on this, feel free to send it my way cause I'd love to see it!

(Master Post of TWEWY Series Analysis)

#twewy #twewy spoilers #ntwewy spoilers #ntwewy #sho minamimoto #soul pulvis #neo the world ends with you spoilers #neo the world ends with you #the world ends with you spoilers #the world ends with you #pig noise #uzuki yashiro #koki kariya #coco atarashi #shinjuku reapers #shibuya reapers #felidae cantus #sal posts about twewy series #this probably could have been two images but oh well #i could not resist making prettier graphics for this help #pig noise was an accidental remembering because i had noted how they had reaper wings way back when I played which was Very Interesting #wings as weapons is something i was gonna use for some angels so even if it's not true at all i was going to do it anyways ha ha #also i haven't dived in twewy land in a long time so i might be missing some stuff. ah well. be kind if i missed something #thinking about it...is neo ad!Minamimoto even a Reaper? Or does everyone in almost every world just have wings but they may not be visible

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camryntheking · 13 days

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Intro post!

I am becoming more active on here so i figured i would make an intro post!

I am a 21, autistic, queer, non-binary person and i use he/they pronouns! I have many interests and i am part of many fandoms. I go through hyperfixations. You can probably tell what im currently on by looking at my posts lol

What are some of my interests?

DnD

Animals (specifically frogs, hamsters, and guinea pigs)

Video games (SoulsBorne, Reckoning, Fable, Minecraft, Satisfactory, Stardew Valley, and more)

Puzzles

Art

Cooking/Baking

Rocks! (I study geology)

Collections (tiny glassware, Pokémon cards)

Space

Science

All kinds of music (except country. Sorry). Current favorite artist is bbno$

And more im probably forgetting lmao

What are some fandoms im a part of?

9-1-1 and 9-1-1: Lone Star (however i am very behind in both)

Steven Universe

Legend of Vox Machina

Avatar, the Last Airbender

Good Omens

Stranger Things

Our Flag Means Death

Hazbin Hotel

Smii7y

Kryoz

Blarg

Grizzy

Puffer

Dan and Phil (not as much as i used to. Im more of a casual viewer now)

Again, probably more i cant think of right now

I would love to get to interact with others with similar interests! I love discussing theories and head cannons, or even just reading rants. Feel free to pop in my messages (i will try my best to answer. Its something im working on lol). Also feel free to submit asks/theories/etc.!

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eldritch-nightmare · 2 months

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there's no better feeling in the world than being a killer's favorite during a match frfr

#archived mind of v: thoughts and opinions.#it's 6am and im looking back on some of the clips i have saved nd #i came across one of my matches against the pig nd i was her favorite #it was very cool #not even a minute into the match nd she finds me on a gen nd lets me boop her nose #nd she aggressively nods nd then leaves me be to kill my other teammates #best feeling for sure but also #the guilt. the guilt is real.#one time i had a match against the spirit nd i was her favorite and #i did my damn hardest to keep my team alive but she killed all of them #nd then opened gate and let me leave #and man. man i felt Bad.#i very rarely am ever the killer's favorite bc haha.#but when i am it's either the best feeling in the world or it's a soul-crushing guilty one #anyways. hi. ive been coping by playing dbd. if u could not tell.#i think i'll probably post the cody valentines day prompt when i wake up later #nd maybe if im up for it i can like...#get started on the other two

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fountainpenguin · 18 days

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To my 'fic readers of non-MCYT fandoms-

Sorry for the person I became when we were blessed with the new character drop just hours after I posted the Dog's Life chapter that ends with a mortally wounded character needing a graft from someone with a similar body to him and then I woke up and we had been given HIM and he became my special blorbo I could not look away from and instead of wrapping up two relatively quick arcs before getting back to my other 'fics, I instead wrote like 450k words themed around a plot that was largely influenced by my new son's double half-divorce speedrun and quest of self-discovery.

This post is about SnifferMyFeet.

#Multiple people want to date him and/or eat his soul for tax benefits and he looks like this. do you understand.#There are 6 stories tagged as SnifferMyFeet on AO3 and I have written all of them #trafficfic #SnifferMyFeet #Dog's Life #I'm finished with Arc 2 of Dog's Life (posting wraps up in a month) and working on Frayed Knots [after weekend travels]#A.C. self-destructive arc my beloathed /jk #ridwriting #Sniff and Pig #mcyt #ridspoilers #Dog's Life spoilers

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sepostscreencaps · 6 months

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Panel from Soul Eater post chapter 20

#Is Mama Albarn right?#2000s teen comedys tought me the same being true...#soul eater #soul eater post #maka albarn #mama albarn #maka's mother #kami albarn #pua #all men are pigs?#all men are the same #12 rules for life #lobster cookbook #social commentary #manga panel #comic panel #screencap #chapter 20

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bitchdafuqyousay · 7 months

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i wanna lay down n turn into dirt

i hope a flower would grow out of me

#i’m so so tired #i’m so tired all the time i don’t wanna do anything #i feel wrong n sick #i feel disgusting #i have a soul deep understanding of the phrase ‘lipstick on a pig’#i feel like an ugly girl dressing up as a pretty one #it’s all a big game of pretend it’s all one big act i’m just some lady on a stage #vent post

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highvern · 2 months

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Work Me Out

Pairing: Kim Mingyu x fem!reader

Genre: Smut, 18+

Warnings: working out, flirting, touching, almost car sex, making out, breast play, fingering, oral, face sitting, multiple sex positions, big dick mingyu, protected sex (gasp!), strength kink, dirty talk, choking, spanking :) lover boy gyu as always. let me know if i missed anything!

Length: ~5k

Note: y'all thought cheol rot was bad but the OG bias wrecker is back. dont come at me for gym terminology i go by vibes. replaced my gym crush with mingyu and this is what happened <3 i have a bonus/pt 2 in the drafts too but I'll wait to post it bc too much muscle pig mingyu is bad for the soul... and the [redacted]

to the anon that sent me a seok ask forever ago about his arms, im sorry i used it in this fic. but know i have a seok fic with exactly what you asked for in the works rn. everyone say thank you anon.

@bbychocolat do not hit my line about mingyu for at least 24 business hours i need to recover

Remember: Tumblr runs on reblogs and I run on validation in the tags and comments :)

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Figuring out the ins and outs of a new gym isn’t easy but it isn’t impossible. Go too early and you’re surrounded by creepy men old enough to be your grandfather. Right after work is a sure way to experience hoards of gym bros crowding around machines like they own them.

So you go as late as possible.

Only a handful of people are dispersed through the large space. A few run on the treadmills lined on the catwalk of the second floor, several switch through different weights in front of the mirrors. You make your way through the maze of equipment towards the leg press; your final sets before you can go home and wash away the grime of the day.

Or you would if someone wasn’t occupying the one machine you need.

Peeping your head around, you notice a black backpack and matching water bottle on the ground. You glance around, unable to find a clear owner since the next closest person is halfway across the gym doing a different exercise.

Would it be that rude to take the machine out from under someone if they’re not even using it? You could probably get in all your sets before the person even came back if you moved quickly.

You wait a few minutes. How embarrassing would it be to have the mystery person walk back up the second you sat down? But after five minutes pass and no one emerges to claim the spot, you set about changing the weights out.

And just when you slip into the seat, you look up and find someone approaching.

He’s tall, he’s handsome, and he’s barely ten feet away. Your saving grace is that he hasn’t spotted you yet thanks to his phone.

But that doesn’t last long.

“Oh! Sorry! Were you using this machine?” You ask, trying to sound cordial.

“It’s okay!” He smiles at you. “Do you need it?”

Yes.

“No, I can find something else to do.”

You rise to do just that when he stops you with a shrug.

“I don’t mind sharing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I take long breaks between my sets anyway so it’s no big deal.”

So that’s where he went.

“Okay, thanks.”

“No problem.”

He moves to lean against the wall, face buried in his phone once again as you work through your set. Honestly you think he forgot you were even there until you start standing up and he pushes off his perch.

Exchanging polite smiles, you skirt around him and snag your water bottle before occupying the same spot against the painted bricks. You try not to be a creep but watching the way the muscles in his legs bulge and coil with each rep is impossible to look away from. Especially when there’s just so much to look at.

He racks up twelve reps with ease and switches back off with you before wandering out of sight.

You work through two of your sets before he comes teetering back.

“I tried putting it back to your weight.” You laugh, sipping from your water bottle.

“Three forty? Ouch.”

“What? Should I have made it lighter?”

“Try heavier. Like four hundred.”

“My sincerest apologies.” You mock, placing your hand over your heart. “I’ll remember that next time.”

He laughs again before slipping back into the seat and working through the motions.

This time you don’t bother hiding the way you watch him over your phone. He looks good, it’d be a waste not to watch the swell of his chest or the stretch of his thighs. The gym shorts and snug black t-shirt only exacerbate how cut his physique is.

And if he makes a comment you can always twist your not so subtle gawking into a compliment about his form.

When he finishes his set again, he snags his bag and water bottle off the ground before turning to you. “All yours. Have a good night.”

“Yeah, you too.”

And he’s gone.

Over the next few weeks, you learn mystery man works out at the same time you. He’s there when you arrive and remains when you leave after an hour and a half of sweating and gasping like a dying fish, only absent on Wednesdays when you manage the most last luster workouts of your life. The disappointment the first time you realized you were looking for the backwards cap sticking out amongst the free weights would have been embarrassing but what's wrong with a little eye candy while breaking a sweat?

And what a great view he makes. Your brief peeks into the mirrored walls are full of nothing straining muscles and glowing skin. The first day he did arms in a cutoff tee will go down in history as the worst day of your life. Only rivaled by all the other days he works his legs in shorts accentuating just how nice his ass is with every squat.

Your friends all ask when you’re going to talk to him again. As if you’ll just walk right up and interrupt the best part of your day. No, you’d rather watch him move across the gym floor from the corner of your eye, throw him a friendly nod, and go about your business than run the risk of making things awkward.

Unfortunately, doesn’t possess the same desire to remain a friendly nameless face like you do.

His name is Mingyu. Or that’s what the employee with glasses calls him while they joke around one night. You don’t mean to eavesdrop but they’re loud and the only exit takes you right past the U-shaped desk. Mingyu throws a grin as you pass by on your way out and the flash of teeth spikes your heart rate higher than any exercise you’ve done that night.

When he officially introduces himself at the water fountain the next night, you have to bite the urge to tell him ‘I know.’ Instead you snort at his extended hand, providing your own name over the firm shake like you won’t be haunted by the feeling of the calluses on his fingers or the heat of his palm for the next week.

What’s worse is how he says your name back, rolling the sound across his tongue and past his quirked lips.

And the final nail in the coffin is when you leave and you see the way he turns in the glass doors to watch, bidding you a goodnight with your name signed at the end.

Mingyu might be the worst gym crush in the world. Mostly because your thoughts of him extend beyond the brick walls he should only exist in. And partially because he’s caught you staring more times than you care to admit.

Not as many times as you’ve caught him, but the point stands.

No, the worst part, you find out, is Mingyu is an incorrigible flirt. And he knows it.

Tonight you’re off schedule, runny nearly half an hour later than usual.; work clothes sticking to your skin as you make your way towards the off shooting hall housing the entrance to the locker rooms. In a rush, you step around another body only to end up in front of one much more familiar.

“There's my girl.” Mingyu smiles. “Thought you were skipping out on me.”

My girl. My girl. My girl, my girl, my girl….

There isn’t a thought in your head beyond the bold casualness he drops that bomb on you with so you nod awkwardly and force yourself not to sprint the next twenty feet to hide.

Half an hour later, when you catch him watching you in the mirror over his own weights, the bastard smiles like the cat who caught the canary.

But you end up on top when Mingyu offers to spot you while doing weighted squats. He’s at your back, an appropriate amount of space between your bodies you wish he’d close. You don’t need his help. Your form is better than his (you would know, his ass and thighs give you tunnel vision when its his leg day). And the weight on the bar isn’t even enough to make you strain but why pass up on the offer? Especially with how Mingyu meets your eyes over your shoulder in the mirror with each dip.

And then he cheers ‘that’s my girl’ again when you re-rack the equipment with ease and it's over.

“Shit,” you grunt.

Mingyu pops up from his perch between your breasts under your shirt, hair a mess and eyes glazed. “Good?”

“No, your steering wheel is in my back.” You wince, attempting to wiggle away and ending up further up his lap.

“Sorry, let me just…”

The seat flies back under your combined weight, throwing your forehead right into Mingyu’s chin.

“Fuck!”

“Oh my god!” You gasp. “Are you okay?”

Mingyu’s head falls back as he releases a massive sigh. Each second that ticks by has you both coming to the same conclusion.

“Yeah,” you breath, sitting up. “I think this was a bad idea.”

“Oh…”

“I just mean like your car is small and you’re too big and I—“

The guffaw Mingyu tries to hide slips free too easily. “That’s what she said.”

“God, you’re gross.”

Your nose crinkles as you rise up, using his chest for leverage. It feels as nice as it looks and its the worst knowledge you’ve gained in you life.

“Sticks and stones,” he hums.

“Well this was fun. I’ll ugh… see you around?”

When you try to shift back into the passenger seat to exit, Mingyu’s hands flex over your thighs to keep you in his lap. His sweats do nothing to hide his semi. Something he doesn’t even seem to consider as a concern given the way he unconsciously curls into you.

“Or we can go back to mine.”

He’s trying and failing to sound nonchalant. Like he won’t go home and fuck his fist in the shower with the echoes of your sighs filling his ears if you turn him down. You can see it in his eyes. What hinges on his offer and how much you’ll both regret it if the tension fizzles and dies in his SUV.

From where you’re sitting, it’s incredibly difficult to think with your head and not your hormones. Mingyu is hot, he’s nice, he seems decent enough. His behavior doesn’t hint at him being a creep. If he’s normal enough to fuck in his car, is he not normal enough to fuck in the comfort of a bed?

The thumb stroking your thighs and the hopeful eyes staring you down make the decision for you.

“Yeah, okay.”

With his address in your phone’s GPS, you trail after his SUV in your own car. The roads are familiar because they’re the same roads you drive when you return to your apartment that turns out to be only three blocks closer to the gym than Mingyu’s.

All this time he’d been so close and you never even realized. Did he think about you the same way you thought about him when he drove home? If he did, you’re in for a night.

Rolling into a space only a few down from where he parks, you pause to hype yourself up.

People have sex all the time. It’s no big deal. I can do this.

A knock at the window interrupts your spiral, finding Mingyu smiling sheepishly through the glass. The muscles in your chest squeeze when he opens the door and holds it for you to exit; and threaten to explode when his hand finds the small of your back and guides you towards the stairwell.

Footsteps echo down to the hall, Mingyu only a fraction ahead to lead the way to a non-descript door with a seasonal doormat that's seen better days.

“Ugh, this is it.”

His apartment is shockingly clean for a guy your age. Not clean in the ‘I don’t own enough shit to even be dirty’ way. No, Mingyu’s apartment is cozy. There’s throw pillows and blankets on the couch. He has a lamp and bookshelf in the corner and the walls are adorned with a collage of artwork thoughtfully pieced together. Several personal photos are littered throughout, some with an obviously younger Mingyu propped next to what must be a sister or a cousin, a few of him with friends. One of him and a familiar man with glasses, their faces blurry but the glee clear as they’re frozen in time. Your lips lift with a soft smile at the personal touches bleeding into every corner of his space.

Turning over your shoulder you ask, “You and the guy at the gym are friends?”

Mingyu’s watching you with something unidentifiable in his eyes, stepping forward to figure out which frame you're looking at until he’s only a foot behind you.

“Yeah, we went to the same middle school.”

“And this one?” You say, fingers tracing the edge of the wooden frame.

“My little sister.” Mingyu follows, still only a step behind.

“And I’m assuming these are your parents?”

“Actually those are Wonwoo’s parents.” He chuckles. “These are my parents.”

Mingyu’s arm reaches around to point at the correct photo, his chest brushing against your back.

“Wanna give me the tour?”

Mingyu manages to show you everything in five minutes. The living room and connected kitchen you’re already standing in, the door of the hall bathroom, and finally his bedroom. You take a seat on the edge of the bed, discovering the new smattering of details that uncover more about the man waiting with baited breath in the threshold.

“Why are you over there?” You ask.

With arms crossed and shoulders up to his ears, Mingyu resembles a kid waiting to be scolded rather than a man who tried to hook up with you in his car less than thirty minutes ago.

“I’m nervous.”

You can’t stop the satisfaction from spreading to your face. “I make you nervous?”

Mingyu pushes off the door jam, shuffling forward until he’s standing a foot in front of you. “Yeah. I don’t really do stuff like this.”

“Stuff like what? Try and fuck girls in your car?”

“Haha.” Mingyu mocks, face descending until he rubs his nose with yours.

Your eyes slip closed when his do, breathing each other's air. “Stuff like what, Gyu?”

Your hands find the material of his shirt stretched across his shoulder. Each brush of his lips across your cheek, down your jaw, until he finds your ear.

“I don’t sleep around with girls I’m not dating.”

Oh.

“We don’t hav—”

“Which is not the best way to ask you out.”

You press him out of your space, far enough that you can look him in the eyes and see if he’s serious. The tips of Mingyu’s ears burn red but he’s looking right at you despite how embarrassed he clearly feels.

“You’re asking me on a date?”

“Ugh, yeah. I think it’d be fun. But you don’t have to! If you just wanna do this that's fine t—”

Whatever words Mingyu was trying to say fizzle on the tip of his tongue as you pull him into a kiss. He curls over you, pressing you further into his bed with every fervent pass. Wedging one hand under the small of your back, Mingyu lifts you up and carries you while he crawls to the center.

Your mind wanders to all the other ways he can manhandle you into the mattress.

He settles flat against you, hips cradled between your own while delving into your mouth. You fill your hands with his ass, dragging Mingyu’s covered cock against your core. A groan backs apart your lips as Mingyu falls into the curve of your neck.

“This is a yes to the date by the way.” You pant now that he’s taken over, hands scratching up his back in an effort to get rid of his shirt. “In case that wasn’t clear.”

Mingyu’s clothes disappear over his head and across the room, yours following shortly after. The heat of bare skin on bare skin is better than anything until he takes one of your breasts in his palm and the other in his mouth.

Every curse you know flies through your lips as he sucks and pinches until you're sore between the legs.

He takes the squeeze of your thighs and the rock of your hips as a greenlight, hands leading where his lips follow until it’s nothing but your panty clad core an inch from his face.

“This okay?” Mingyu asks in the fat of your thigh, tongue trailing fire across the skin.

You nod with a sigh, “Mingyu, please.”

He doesn’t need much more than that, the fabric barrier gone in a blink and his nose traces your folds until he’s dying for a taste.

Mingyu eats pussy like he doesn’t need oxygen. The path of his pointed tongue around your clit is nothing short of precise, meticulously tracing every ridge and curve until the sheets stretch under your fingers. When he flattens it to pay broader attention, your legs squeeze and Mingyu’s hands force them wide around his shoulders.

Your feet flatten on the bed and thrust up his mouth, wet and crude with fingers in his hair and your whines in his ears. Every suck of Mingyu’s mouth forces the muscles in your neck to lerch until they hurt and your head falls back. He takes pride in the way you drip for him, making the best mess he’s ever had the privilege to clean up.

You reward him with an lavishing praise at the next twitch of your insides, “Fuck, just like that.”

Taking advantage of the slight arch in your spine, Mingyu’s hand sneaks under your back, fingers unforgiving as they dig into your ass. He curls your hips up and buries a finger in your core with mortifying ease.

Between your legs, Mingyu catches your eyes. Pupils blown wide, mouths bruised around stuttered breath. A matching set of debauched expressions. He’s more familiar like this; skin glowing with sweat, and hair matted to his forehead. Next time you see him at the gym you know it's all you’ll think about. Next time you're alone in your room, or the shower, or the grocery store. Or anywhere you’ve day dreamed about him before.

He leans back to watch the digit disappear, only to reappear soaking. “Feels good?”

“Give me another and it will.”

You savor the rhythm he sets, thick fingers working to prep you for what you felt under his shorts. His tongue is hard and wet at your clit, fingers stretching and spreading until your stomach dips and you nearly buck him off as your clit swells from abuse.

Your fingers pluck at your nipples and Mingyu apparently likes to watch because he manages more enthusiasm, forces his finger to crook just the right way, and continues to suck even after you start screaming.

“Oh fuck, oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You chant, voice cracked.

Something sounding suspiciously like a ‘thank you’ drops into the mix but Mingyu’s the only one to hear it. In his opinion, he should be the one doing the thanking; you just gave him enough spank bank material for the next six months.

You don’t dislike the taste of yourself on his tongue, his lips, his chin, his cheeks, and even his chest when you flip Mingyu over and aim to return the favor. He blushes when you lap against the hollow of his throat; embarrassed from the way he goes boneless with such simple affection.

He sinks into the plush of the mattress, propped up by the mountain of pillows at the headboard. Mingyu’s stomach stiffens under your tongue and the twitch blooms a smile on your face. Predictable.

“Sensitive?”

Your nails raking up the shape of his thighs turn the denial falling from his lips into a whine, and it makes you wonder what other sounds Mingyu will make with his cock in your mouth.

The vein bulging along the underside of his length gives your tongue something to trace along as you lap from base to flared tip, sucking down until it shines from spit and pre-cum. You take all you can until the curve of your throat protests.

Mingyu’s big and he’s loud.

“Oh God, shit.” He babbles with abandon, hands fisted at his sides until his knuckles turn pale.

You focus on the cock in your mouth rather than how pretty Mingyu’s chest would look covered in bite marks. How a bruise on his hip would be just visible when he reaches over his head to do pull ups, and red streaks from your nails on his bicep would make a great accessory.

A hand lands on the base of your skull, gentle until it's not. His thumb dips to stroke the bulge of his dick through your throat as you take him deeper. And like some ridiculous porno theres still an inch you’ll never be able to take even if you do nothing but let him fucking your mouth until the only thing you taste is cum.

“Fuuuuck,” Mingyu groans from a harsh suck on the upstroke.

He distracts you with his tongue on yours, keeping you from diving back down and destroying his ego from how quick you almost made him cum. Your one solace is the lazy grip you have on the base of Mingyu’s length, fingers tightening around the head while he cants into the squeeze.

You think Mingyu is going to plant you on his cock and make you ride it until one of you is crying. But he keeps pushing and pulling until you’re kneeling over his face, knees cushioned in the pillows and hands against the wall to steady you while he dives in again.

His head shakes back and forth, tongue out to swipe messily at your clit as you grind into his face. The last grip of sanity you have gives you the mind to reach back, jerking Mingyu off while he eats it, a cycle of moans moving through you; him into your folds when you squeeze from a grating pass off his tongue that has you whining to the ceiling fan.

“Shit, need you to fuck me.” You whine but don’t stop curling against the latch of his lips, legs stiff with ache.

It’s Mingyu who brings things to a halt, raising you away from his mouth until you're left on your knees while he stands to rummage in the drawer for a condom. You listen while the paint of the wall cools your forehead.

The hand at the dip of your spine makes you melt when he checks in, “Still okay?”

Nodding, you find him over your shoulder with a thick swallow. Mingyu’s nose follows the slope of your muscles, lips untying all the knots he’s worked into them over the past few weeks.

“Want it like this?”

“Yeah.”

You drop until your chest meets the bed and arch until it hurts just to put on a good show. Mingyu shuffles behind you, knocking your knees wider with his own, palms molding to your ass and spreading it apart to take a good look like he wasn’t tongue deep inside your pussy already. The room is nothing more than the sounds of grounding breaths; Mingyu watching the way your torso moves around the air, releasing a long exhale before moving closer.

The feel of his chest against yours was great, but the hard muscle of it along your back, his chain caught between and leaving a definitive mark, is life ruining. It shreds the last bit of humanity you’ve been clinging to since you dragged Mingyu to the parking lot and tried to stick your hands down his pants while leant against the passenger door.

No matter how well Mingyu stretched you for his cock it was never going to be enough. Taking the first inch nearly splits you in half. But you're soaked and needy; nothing short of the end of the world is going to keep you from getting the satisfaction of feeling him in your guts. You take it with measured breaths and affirmations to relax. Slow arches of his hips work him in until he’s flat with your ass and whispering absolute depravity into your ears.

“Fuck, you’re tight.”

Arching your ass higher, you whimper, “You’re huge.”

Your ass stings under his punishing hand, thrown forward by an involuntary buck of his hips.

“Don’t say that.”

You turn until you can look over your shoulder again, meeting wild eyes. “You feels so good.” You moan, eyelids low and wrecked.

“Didn’t—shit, think you’d have such a dirty mouth.” He bites into the side of your neck, sucking a bruise like a depraved teenager.

“I knew you’d have a fat cock.”

You get what you want so easily it's almost insulting; Mingyu’s hand forcing your face into the sheets and his hips rushing into you with pure need. Every prod into your cunt has you wailing. It’d destroy your self respect if you could think of anything beyond how he’s ruining you for anyone else.

Pillows topple off the edge of the bed as you scramble for a hold. Anything to ground you against the burn in your veins with every tight squeeze around Mingyu’s cock. His balls slap against your clit teasingly, more degrading than the way he has you bent in half.

“Harder,” you beg.

Mingyu falls back on his haunches, pulling you with him until you're sitting up right. His arm comes into view, curling around neck until your throat sits in the crux of his elbow and his hand latches on your shoulder; a crude headlock he uses as leverage to keep fucking into you. You’ve been choked but this is infinitely better. Whatever Mingyu wants to take from you, he’s in a position to do so.

“Gonna cum?” He nips into your earlobe.

His hand shoves its way between your legs, swipe roughly against your clit before you can even hope to answer.

A pathetic nod is all you manage thanks to the muscles gathered under your chin limiting your mobility.

Mingyu let's go then and your hands prevent a crash into the headboard, putting you back in the same position as before but you have to work for it now; ass bouncing in his laps as you ride him. Finding your balance, you drop one hand to your clit as Mingyu’s pinch your nipples.

“Let me have it, let me make you come." Mingyu pants into your spine. "Fuck you look so good like this, shit.”

He keeps rambling, flying with you towards the edge hand in hand; both breathless from the slap of your thighs against his.

“Mingyu, feel so good. Oh my god, oh my g—”

The softness of the pillows greets you once again while everything flashes white. Mingyu scrambles behind, fucking you into the mattress while you soak his cock. Muscles twitching, teeth ground till they crack, you come and come and come while begging him to do the same.

Mingyu gives in without hesitation, all his weight behind his hips as he fills the condom; dragging you back with an arm around your waist. Every jerk of his cock against your walls from the force makes you vibrate until he’s slipping out, soiled and used against the back of your thigh.

The last thing you register is his lips finding your shoulder again, rubbing back and forth as he comes down.

You fall asleep under the heat of his body for who knows how long, content in the mind shattering numbness of what just happened. Mingyu seems to feel the same, dead weight hanging half off you so you can at least manage to breath.

When you wake, whether it's twenty minutes or two hours later, Mingyu is snoring into the pillow, still naked. His lips pout in his sleep and you swallow the urge to shower them with kisses thanks to the drool at the corner of his mouth.

Even without the covers, you're warm. The kind of heat that slips over your skin, sinks into your bones and keens for you to fall asleep and stay. But Mingyu asked you on a date, not to spend the night. And you’d hate to assume and ruin whatever this is before it as a chance to start.

“Where are you going?” He pouts.

You don't make it two inches out of his arms before he’s pulling you back, tangling them around you so there's no chance of unnoticed escape. Mingyu digs his nose into your cheek and waits for an answer like he has all the time in the world.

Something tells you if he knew you were attempting to head home, Mingyu would throw a fit. And what use is that when you want to see what a night sleep with a giant human furnace is like?

“Bathroom.”

Adding to the list of information you’ve learned, Mingyu is a stage five clinger. He latches on to your back, guiding you into the shower stall for a quick spray down that leaves half your face, part of your thigh, and almost none of him clean.

He falls asleep against the base of your skull while brushing your teeth, because of course he has a stash of extra toothbrushes under the sink just in case.

And when you crawl under the fresh sheets, he pulls you into his chest, leaves a kiss against your forehead, and tells you he can’t wait for your breakfast date tomorrow.

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#svthub #ksmutsociety #kvanity #svt x reader #kim mingyu x reader #mingyu smut #kim mingyu #svt smut #seventeen smut #kim mingyu smut #🫡 highvern

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minthy · 1 month

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The Star Sanses,

with the Map of the soul: 7 song that I think it fits with them, Because I miss 2019.

(forgot to post these doodles here, yay)

Persona: Swap.

"Actually I’m real good but a little uncomfortable,

I'm still not so sure if I'm a dog or a pig or what else,

But then other people come out and put the pearl necklace on me"

(Truth to be told, I have no idea what "swap sans" really is, He's just... well.. A swap, He doesn't even have a personality the silly, He just is there to fit for the plot of your AUs, heheh, Relatable)

Ego: Dream.

"I go back every day, To me of yesterday,

To the life of giving up, I let myself go away,

But in this world, you know, There are truths unchanged,

Time rushes ever forward, There's no ifs, buts, or maybes"

(I don't think he can get over what happened, his heart is big and his ego is bigger than to let him ask for guidance and support, man release us)

Shadow: Ink.

"I wondered everyday how far I'd go,

I came to my senses and I find myself here,

Yeah, hmm, shadow at my feet,

Look down, it's gotten even bigger"

(No matter how great high and mighty he's getting, the more the shadows of his past and constant need for stimulation are driving him to a point of despair and unsatisfaction, get a grip)

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bad-and-drawn-that-way · 2 months

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Omfg I ate that Vox fic up! The one where he hypnotized the reader after a long fight of them nearly being taken from him. Can you do a part 2 please? Like when the reader eventually learns he basically forced them to sign the contract and they find a way to be immune to his hypnosis? He goes absolutely nuts despite literally owning their soul. He's canonically a control freak and seems to even have some yandere traits. I hope I'm not going against your rules! You don't have any posted so I just wanna ask! Thank you for being awesome! :D Don't hesitate to turn down this request. Write what makes you feel comfortable. Just please respond so I and everyone else knows not to make a similar request in the future. Lots of love!

ABSOLUTELY!! I did take this in a slightly different direction, but hope you enjoy it nonetheless! Lowkey thinking of doing a Vox POV of this later and maybe even a part three...

Vox isn't actually in this much, but I feel a loose actual plot coming together and this is what naturally flowed for me.

I hope y'all are ready for more angst... plus a cliff-hanger <3

More Than Anything Part 2 [Vox x Reader]

Part 1

Part 2.5

"You controlling prick!"

Vox ducked as you threw a pillow at him. Even in your righteous anger, you'd never actually truly try to hurt him, but by god were you pissed.

Despite Vox's obvious disdain for the Hazbin Hotel and its association with Alastor, you visited the hotel occasionally to catch up with your friend Angel Dust and give some much-deserved love to his pet pig Fat Nuggets. It was during one of these visits that you ran into Alastor, who immediately looked at you with disgust in his ever-present smile.

"Really now, my dear," he said as he shook his head in disapproval. "It's already enough of a shame that you have such poor taste in a romantic partner, but to give your soul to him as well? I thought you were smarter than that."

The overlord could see the aura of Vox's ever-annoying electric cords locked around your soul like chains. You'd been confused and his eye twitched with annoyance as he realized what Vox had done to you. To say you were livid after he explained that you'd been tricked was an understatement.

"Y/N, I'm sorry," Vox pleaded as you fumed at him in his room. "But you left me no other choice! You weren't listening to me and if I didn't bind your soul, then Satan knows what could have happened to you by now."

"Just because you don't fucking believe in my ability to look out for myself doesn't mean you get to just take my soul!" You screamed with hot, angry tears flowing down your face. You wipe at them, only crying harder at the frustration of the tears you couldn't control in your anger. You felt like they undermined your emotions.

Vox's magic sparked around him as he tried his best not to get angry and start a fight with you. He was terrified and was that much more susceptible to his angry tendencies in moments like these. It took everything in him to try and calm himself, not wanting to push you away further. His heart dropped and his blood ran cold as he saw you pull a large bag out of the closet and start shoving clothes into it.

"W-Where are you going?" Vox panicked as he crossed the room.

"The hotel," you said with quiet fury, as you stepped away from the closet and went to the nightstand with your personal things on it. "I need some space and it's the one fucking place I know you'd rather die again than follow me to."

"Ŷ̸̪͕o̸̢̿̿ū̷̫ ̶̬͂c̶̺̾͂a̴͒͘͜n̴̫̂̔'̶̡̉t̶͙̝̄͒," Vox said, his voice starting to glitch as his panic increased. "You've heard the news, the extermination is in a week and the angels plan on attacking there first. There's no guarantee they'll keep to the date after how much little miss dumbass pissed off heaven. It's not safe there."

You pull your bag over your shoulder and the look you gave him will haunt him for the rest of his afterlife. "It's safer than here."

It breaks him all the more when you shield your eyes from him and storm past him so he can't hypnotize you into staying. Vox is paralyzed with fear like never before. He wanted to scream, to beg, to stop you from leaving him, but he couldn't do anything as his system glitched so hard it forced him into a reboot. When he came to, he was alone. You were gone.

Charlie was more than willing to let you stay at the hotel. The two of you hadn't had the chance to really ever speak before, but she was always friendly when you came to visit Angel, even after you explained to her there was no way you'd be able to become a guest.

In exchange, you were happy to help set up the defenses against the extermination. You got to know all of the other members of the hotel and the work helped you push down the burning ache in your chest.

Vox had been trying to contact you nonstop. You eventually turned off your phone, driven insane by the wall of notifications of him begging you to respond in any way. He knew you were okay for the time being. He was literally connected to your soul. But as the extermination day grew closer, his panic only increased. If it wasn't for Valentino and Velvette holding him back, there were several times he genuinely would have set aside his pride and come to the hotel just to get you.

It was after helping Husk and Cherri put up a particularly tricky barrier with the dwindling supplies that Angel found you taking a break. He passed you a water which you took gratefully as he slid down the wall and joined you on the floor.

"So," he started. "Are we going to ever talk about the reason why you're hiding out here?"

"Do we have to?" You groan, running your fingers through your hair. Despite the smiles and laughter you'd been sharing with your newfound friends as you all prepared for the potential end of it all, the dark circles on your eyes gave away what was lurking underneath.

For as angry as you were at Vox, you missed him. You missed feeling him curl against you in bed. You missed being woken up at unholy hours early in the morning because Vox couldn't start his day without giving you a kiss and telling you how much he loved you. You missed his shitty taste in shows and how he'd collapse into your arms after a long day at work.

Angel sighed, looking at the boarded-up lobby. "Look I may not get it, but you love the guy, right? Are you really content with possibly dying in a couple of days for a cause you're not even a part of, just because you're pissed with him?"

"He stole my soul, Angie" You frown at him.

"And that is fucked up as hell," he agrees. "But I know you and I know there ain't no way in hell you're actually satisfied leaving shit like this."

"I just-," you start before groaning. "How the hell are we supposed to come back from this? I doubt he'd ever void the contract. He's too convinced he's right for that."

Angel sighed, setting his own cup aside. "Honestly toots, you're not gonna like it, but... He kinda has a point."

You whip your head up to look at him and he holds up his hands defensively. "Not saying that stealing your soul was the right call. Believe me, if anyone gets how fucked it is having your soul controlled by a sociopath with a big ego, it's me. But you're not exactly in the safest of places, dollface. Not to mention, you're dating an overlord who's in a trio determined to piss off as many big shots as possible. His mind may not be in the right place, but his heart kinda is."

You take Angel's words to heart and sigh as you bury your face in your arms. "I hate it, but you're right... I just... I don't want to hold him back. I don't want to be the person that needs to be protected. I want to be his equal, not his problem."

"Then tell him that," Angel sighs. His gaze drifts to the bar and smiles fondly. "Someone recently has taught me how important being real with yourself is. It's okay to be flawed. No one got stuck in this shithole cause we were perfect, y'know?"

He nudged you with a grin as he added, "Plus, come on. Can you imagine how many bitches in hell would kill to have a sexy fucker that wants nothing more than to love ya and keep ya safe? I love you toots, but for fucks sake, pick a struggle."

You snort, shaking your head as you lightly swat at his arm. "Fuck you for being right about shit all the time."

"It's one of my best assets," Angel smirked. "Y'know, aside from all the fluff."

You laughed as he puffed up his chest and by the end of the evening, you'd decided to head back. As much as you loved Angel and wanted nothing more than to be by his side as the extermination drew near, he had a point. This wasn't your fight and there was a controlling dumbass that had been blowing up your phone ever since you left that was praying for your return.

After exchanging promises to see each other after the extermination, you left the hotel. You had an idiot to see.

#vox x reader #hazbin hotel #angel dust #the tiniest nudge at huskerdust #i know this wasnt super vox focused but the next part def will be

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delusional-mushroom · 1 month

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Platonic Hazbin Hotel x Autism creature reader ii

Apparently you all like this? Sorry about the long wait, school’s been kicking my ass lately.

Anyway, here’s part 2, Bon appétit

Part i | Part ii

You fell.

It hurt. It hurt a lot.

All you remember was waking up to Speckle slithering on your face and- HOLY CRAP YOUR WING SHOULD NOT BEND LIKE THAT

After about 10 minutes of wallowing in your pain, you slowly got up.

Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow ow

You took a moment to take in the situation. Your clothes, as well as the ground beneath you, we’re stained in gold. It was hard to miss the golden blood trailing behind you too.

There was also a crater in the ground where you fell.

You see the Hazbin hotel in the distance and with the obvious attitude of “What could go wrong?” You sauntered towards the looming building

Speckle took over sight duty on the way tho. The Bright sign posts and the occasional dumpster fires rubbing salt on the metaphorical wound of your approaching melt down.

When you finally got there, you uncovered your eyes and stood outside for a few minutes before finally gathering up the courage to knock on the door.

Luckily for you, it’s Charlie who opens the door.

You exchange awkward greetings, Charlie beating around the bush of asking you the casual question of you know, why the fuck you’re in hell?

After a few seconds of staring at each other, you nervously fiddle with your thumbs

“So Uhm, I uh, fell, I guess.”

After the initial shock, concern, and confusion, Charlie welcomed you with open arms

At first, the hotel residents didn’t know what to make of you

Vaggie was pretty neutral with you, you seemed alright enough in heaven and if you weren’t gonna make a fuss neither would she.

That is, until she found you making yourself a cup of cocoa at two in the morning.

“Had a nightmare,” you mumbled when she questioned you, hand stretched towards you as if she held her spear to you throat. Did she sleep with the thing? Who knows.

She dropped her arm and took in your disheveled appearance. That seemed to check out. It seemed tonight wasn’t good for you either. “What about you?” She heard you ask drowsily.

“Nightmare.” She said. It was cold and blunt as she turned on the kettle and carelessly threw a teabag inside of a mug. ‘Best girlfriend ever’ it read in black. A gift from charlie, she smiled at the thought.

“Wanna talk about it?” You tested. This situation was more awkward than you wanted to deal with. At least the noise of the kettle in the background filled up the silence.

Vaggie turned to you, the ghost of a smile lingering on her face. Maybe tonight wasn’t so bad.

And since then you and her talked about what was bothering you. Or not. Sometimes you just sit next to each other, a cup of cocoa in both of your hands and enjoy each other’s company.

Angel found you funny

Fat nuggets 🤝 you.

Whenever Angel has to go to the studio, he leaves Fat Nuggets with you.

Whether its for you to watch the pig, or the pig to watch you, well… thats up to you.

He probably won’t open up to you about Valentino

But if he does, the stupid bald moth asshole can expect a lot of passive aggressive [special interest] themed notes that come seemingly nowhere.

Sir Pentious didn’t know what to make of you at first.

To him, you were some random child that showed up one day and could go from staring into someones soul for minutes on end without blinking, to looking like you were on the brink of tears if you hands brushed against a nope texture.

Eventually though, you ask about his inventions.

Bro had a whole “your asking about my theories? I’ve waited years for someone to ask me about my theories!” Moment.

(If you get that reference I love you)

You become hyper-fixation buddies.

You and Nifty don’t get along too well…

“YOU LEAVE THE ROACHES ALONE!” You shriek, holding two bugs high above you hear as the short little menace tries to get to them, knife brandished.

“NEVER!” She laughed back a crazed look in her eye.

…that wasn’t fun. Rest in piece Sir Bob and dame Jane.

Whenever you zone out in front of Husk, he pours a glass of apple juice and gently places it in front of you, eyeing you every now and then, a concerned look in his eyes.

Alastor finds you amusing.

He tried making a deal with you on your first day.

Now Vaggie won’t let him within a 3 meter radius of you.

When you meet Lucifer, he takes one look at you, Speckle coiled around your neck and a bottle of apple juice in your hands and just immediately goes “🫠”

He’s your father now. There’s no getting out of it. Why would even you want to tho?

Hyper-fixation buddy #2

You both rant about your special interests to each other

Be prepared to be bombarded with rubber ducks.

Meanwhile, in heaven…

Everyone: wHeRe iS tHe cHiLd?

#fanfiction #platonic x reader #hazbin x reader #platonic hazbin hotel #autistic reader #hazbin lucifer #hazbin lucifer x reader #platonic lucifer x reader #hazbin charlie #hazbin vaggie #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin angel dust

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eldritch-spouse · 3 months

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Now I want something. I want admin to spank Morell.

I know a regular piglet wouldn't even make him flinch BUT ADMIN, Admin is enhanced with Krulu's strength. So Admin could make Morell moan for sure.

[Fem reader.]

TW: Dubious consent to no consent; Abusive spanking; Blood; Humiliation; Physical and mental abuse.

You're not sure why your Lord approved of this idea so readily.

You wouldn't even call it a proper punishment plan for Morell's latest minor infraction, it was more of a vaguely intrusive thought that surfaced in your mind. To bend the large, proud monster over your knee and have him lose some of that attitude.

Krulu immediately gave you the greenlight to do it, with some manner of glee even, somewhere between genuine anticipation and humor.

You've come to learn your higher seems to sometimes prefer humiliating punishments over the physically painful ones. It leaves a much bigger imprint on the soul than the marring of flesh, he tells you.

Who are you to question his absolute wisdom?

Besides, it'd be lying to say that you aren't looking forward to Morell's reaction. For as rowdy and assertive as he can be with his coworkers, the chef has always had immense respect for you, being one of the first to pipe down and get in line with new directives or goals. It's something you admire in him.

So, surely, he's not going to flip out now is he?

The kitchen is quiet. Sterilized even. You had the bobbles take care of it before leaving. Part of you considered doing this in the warehouse, in front of the pigs he'll have to look in the eyes when the time to slaughter them comes. But that's already too much sadism for a slap on the wrist measure, isn't it?

No. You'll do it in the kitchen, a much more intimate environment.

Sitting on one of the restaurant chairs you dragged inside, you're roughly in the center of the large room itself, next to the main chopping block, legs crossed. Sharpened eyes study the previous work of the bobbles under Morell's hold. His training is efficient, you'll give him that.

It's taking him a while to come back in. Fact of the matter is he's not even in this floor, most likely. That's part of the problem, how often he's leaving the restaurant for extended periods of time. A frown slowly graces your features, nails tapping rhythmically on the iron legs of the chair. Tsk tsk.

You're considering additional punishment methods for his extended work post abandonment when the telltale squeak of boots on tiles hits your ears. He's in a hurry.

The kitchen doors blast open, Morell puffs with physical exertion and looks scratched in several areas, bits of... Gravel? Rock? Cling to his arms and apron, which he dusts off rapidly, opening his mouth to presumably start barking orders at his team of workers, except- He finally gathers enough wit to notice his actual surroundings.

Squinting, frowning, then finally spotting you. There's a short, vapid blink before he reacts.

" M- Admin, miss! " The shroom greets, nodding respectably before quickly closing the doors behind his large figure.

The monster looks aggravated, guilty. He obviously knows you'd never like seeing him deviating during work hours. You're willing to bet he's gulping behind that thick pink scarf. Morell scratches at his forearm and impulsively keeps dusting himself off, waiting. " Can I get'cha anythin' ta eat? "

" Morell. " You smile, sarcasm all but dripping off your words. " Pleasure seeing you here, for once. "

The mushrooms monster's hands rise immediately in a sort of placation attempt almost unbecoming of his large stature. " Ah know- I know it looks bad, miss, but it ain't like ah'm leavin' the floor ta screw 'round- "

" Did I ask for excuses? " You cut in.

Morell pipes down instantly. " No ma'am, ah'm sorry. "

And this is why he stands out to you. His obedience to authority figures. Morell has always been the kind of monster man who doesn't just bend for others at a whim. He's a stubborn bull of a guy, and all that's missing are the horns to furnish him. When with his coworkers, the shroom is rough and brutish, shooting them down the moment they attempt to mess with him, getting loud, in their faces, threatening them whenever they think they know better. When you first hired the chef, you wee already counting on having to use a sterner hand to keep him in line, and yet, since the very first day, he's regarded you with a courtesy and level of respect that's almost strikingly out of character compared to other sides of him.

Krulu shared this initial wonder too, finding it amusing that the shroom adapted extremely quickly to the roles he should play before you and your Lord. He knows better than to oppose you, sides with you, is very cooperative and available. Commendable qualities.

" I've always liked that about you. "

" ... Beg pardon? "

" How polite you are, without even having to be taught better. " Something you can't say for all.

In spite of the flattery, the chef doesn't relax. " Thank you, ma'am. "

Funnily enough, his accent sometimes takes a backseat in these moments too. Maybe because he's trying to speak like you? You could pick him apart all day, honestly.

" I don't want your apologies, I want you to know your punishment. "

He looks like he wants to desperately say something. Explain the situation, say that he's not at fault, that it can't be helped. You have an inkling of an idea of what might be wrong, more gargoyle shenanigans. Morell looks into your challenging hues and nods, bitterly swallowing any words. Fear flashes briefly in that dark canvas of a face.

It's not often he misbehaves enough to warrant punishments. The most he tends to get is a slap on the wrist for playing too much with the slaughter piglets.

" Of course, ma'am... "

Good boy.

" You're having issues dealing with the gargoyles again. "

Morell nods, hands over his chest and fingers tapping his elbows, the subject very quickly drawing a furious grimace from him.

" They're breaking in and taking meats, finished orders, body parts, sometimes even bobbles. "

Another nod.

" I would be angry too. But you know what I wouldn't do, Morell? Take it upon myself to go out there and hunt them down, when there's already someone who can do that, employed in these very grounds. "

The tapping turns into a tight grip.

" Why not come to Belo about this? A power such as him, who has wings to pursue them with flight, who holds a weapon capable of obliterating them with little effort, whose job is precisely to maintain order here. "

" Buh-! "

" Hush. " Your warning is heeded. " Don't step outside your role, Morell. Perhaps you have the strength to take one or two down, but your effectiveness lies here, in the restaurant. That- " You motion past the kitchen doors. " Does not concern you. "

He sighs quietly, rolling his shoulders. " You're right, ma'am. "

" Good. I'm glad we could get on the same page. " You grin, uncrossing your legs and patting a stocking clad thigh. " Now, for your punishment this time, I want you to bend over my knees. "

Oh. This is precious.

At first, the cook makes a face like he's certain he didn't really hear right, giving himself a few seconds to see if he can decipher what you really must have said. And then, slowly, it starts to sink in, the realization isn't the only thing that sinks however, that expression falling into a somber and wide-eyed look, questioning you. Wounded even.

And hat's how you know it's going to be effective.

" Ah... Come again? "

Oh, the hopelessness.

" You heard me, Morell. " There's no doubt he did.

Another few stunted seconds pass where he seems to be mourning his dignity, presumably. Your eyes glint with cruel anticipation.

" ... Do I hav'ta, miss? "

So polite. Adorable, even. He's smart enough to understand he doesn't really have a choice, somewhere between bargaining and pleading.

Suffocating the urge to giggle and kick your legs, you offer Morell an almost mocking solemn nod, as if it pained you too to be doing this. An open palm claps gently in your thigh, hurrying him.

The chef's face scrunches again, and if the skin directly under his cap weren't so dark, you would probably be able to spot the stress creases forming on his forehead. He shuts his eyes and takes a silent deep breath, reaching back to undo his apron. Morell takes his sweet time getting ready, and because he's been obedient thus far, you allow him those precious moments of peace. The desperation is such so that he even takes the time to fold his dirtied butcher's apron.

Finally, wearing only pants and boots, the monster stands before you, defeated before you've laid but a single finger upon him. Brilliant work.

" Knee. " You insist.

Slightly luminescent eyes scroll from his own massive figure to your much smaller one. " Ma'am... Ain't it gonna hurt? "

He knows better. He's seen better. The force and resilience bestowed upon you by your Lord knows hardly a limit. Morell could throw himself onto you, where as a normal human's bones would creak and shatter, you'd merely wonder how to best castigate him.

" I don't stutter, Morell. "

Boy, does that get him moving.

Somewhat awkwardly, the cook sinks to his knees. If his peculiar skin allowed it, you know he'd be covered in goosebumps when he angles himself across your legs. A tremor wracks his body, though you're quick to lower a hand on his broad back, encouraging the shroom to let his weight settle on your thighs.

A few seconds pass in that stillness. That delicious silence, the walls dripping anticipation and Morell radiating a level of mortification that has the spectator behind your eyes grinning with glee.

And then, as if gouging the right moment to lunge, you yank his pants and underwear down. The way Morell jumps could almost be compared to a frightened cat's leap, a tremor followed by this choked noise of embarrassment that all his coworkers would surely mock him over for eternity. The chef's rump perfectly fits his worked physique, yet there's an unmistakable softness there, an appealing shape, something Santi has openly admired before- To his own detriment, as such was quickly followed by a wooden spoon to the top of his head.

It's a nice ass, you'll admit. Shame he doesn't let anyone touch it.

Snickering at his panic, you soothingly rub a hand over his backside, feeling the give of his bizarre anatomy. Shroom monsters don't have the same type of skeletal structure humans do, their bodies are spongier in nature, yet by no means does that mean they're less sturdy. Humming peacefully, you take the time to squeeze over the spots that cover his blue hide, fondling the grown monster currently surrendered to you in thought.

Your forearm begins to sprout blackened veins, lovingly possessive growths that curl over your limb and encompass it, appropriate it. In a matter of seconds, Lord Krulu has transformed your hand into one of his, dark and deftly long fingers furnished with the claws of an apex predator. You raise it in the air with nothing but pride and adoration.

And oh, if Morell had any hope that your spankings would be tame, then it'd be a compliment to call him a fool.

Because when that same hand crashes down, the muted force of your god thunders across his entire body.

And he squeals.

Nicely done.

Both of you freeze. Your hand doesn't sting minimally, but the imprint immediately left on Morell's asscheek is a testament to the level of strength that was so effortlessly doled out.

No one moves for a second, the shock of that bizarre bleat being processed. You'd never guess a sizable monster like Morell could make such a noise, like a confused animal in pain.

The grin that crawls up your cheeks is sickening.

" What was that, Mori? Did one of your pigs escape? "

He's panting, quietly, but not subtly enough to miss.

" ... No. "

" No? "

" N-No miss. "

You snicker. " Alright, must have been my imagination. "

A tune is hummed serenely when your hand rises off his already overheated flesh, and the way the chef sucks in a desperate lungful of air is as riveting as it gets. But like Hell you'll give him the privilege of certainty, lowering said palm again with a deceitful gentleness, petting him, resting.

The next whack has spittle flying past grit teeth. He muffles part of the humiliating noise, at the cost of drooling on himself like a beast. Morell shivers atop you like a stuttering car engine. Krulu laughs.

" Honestly, I'm almost sad to be bruising a rump this pretty, Morell... " You muse, watching his cerulean hue steadily bleed into navy bruises that muddle his naturally glowing spots. " But it does make for an interesting sight. "

He stays quiet, and, in retaliation, you let that very same hand wander a little. Krulu's features recede to allow your human softness to brush over his skin, moving between the chef's legs. Instantly, there's a sudden tension in his entire body, more so than when he feared the spanking, and although you only teasingly feather over his asshole, Morell squirms in endless discomfort as if you had stuck pins and needles on him. Pressure against his perineum rips a grunt out of him, though reaching past the butcher's balls reveals the expected, he's entirely limp.

Something easily fixed.

" Part your legs a little. "

The shroom monster gulps, voice only a tad hoarse. " Admin, miss... "

Be it with the sharpest claws or bluntest nails, most men don't enjoy having their family jewels crushed. " Part. Your. Legs. "

He does, arms flexing in suffering until you relent. You don't need to warn him not to make you repeat yourself again. His reward is a much softer grasp around his manhood. And, with no pain to distract him, it's easy to get Morell to twitch in response, even if his fear is still palpable.

You stroke him until he hardens in your hand, something easy to achieve considering this sick fuck loves making his terrified little piggies worship his cock before he guts them into a dish. There's nothing like a human's touch to many of the workers here, and he's no exception. You can't help lick your lips when he starts silently rocking the slightest amount into your motions, soft sighs leaving his slowly relaxing form. Goading him further into this state of mindless pleasure, you offer him slightly faster friction, until he's properly bucking into your hand, ruffling groans of enjoyment.

He could never have spotted the spare arm sprouting from your back, could never see its dark length extend in the air-

Before it slammed down with enough force to rattle the skeleton out of anyone.

" HHHRK- "

You laugh, loud and jovial, this childish cackle ringing through the kitchen at your Master's impatient and cruel swat. Poor little Morell jolts and groans openly, the growing wave of pleasure interrupted and now intermingled with shock. His confused mind struggles to process the difference between pleasure and pain, lumping both together in a way that has him throbbing.

He seems to still at his own body's response.

Perfection.

You don't cease pumping his cock when the third arm lifts again, forcing the chef to experience both extremes of sensation when he's spanked again. He spasms uselessly, you bet his eyes are bulging by now.

Time to force him to think.

Whack

" What area of The Clergy's Eye have you been assigned to? "

" Tha- Kitchen! " He struggles, huffing.

Whack

" Where shall you stay when working then? "

More confused twitching in your hand. " Kh- Kitchen! "

SMACK

" Are you going to leave it again to do things that don't concern your station? "

" NnNO! "

The pace of your hand quickens, yet so does the your Master's rightful penance. Morell's bruised, indigo-tinted behind starts blooming into shades of abused purple. Tattoos of Krulu's divine hand furnish it nicely. You have no doubt this monster will sleep on his stomach for the following week.

Thwack thwack THWACK

" Will I have to do this again, Morell? "

He sobs, a real ugly sob that he quickly tries to suck back in, making you swiftly lean down to spot... Ah, the first few tears falling on the tiles. Good.

" No- No please- " And yet he still leaks precum like a faucet. What's going through that head right now?

Pleasure, pain, fear, regret, shame that reaches the skies.

Your Lord generously offers.

" You learn fast, I'm sure I won't have to discipline you again, right? "

The chef shakes like a leaf, yet there's no denying he's close to orgasm. His legs flex from more than just pain now. " Y- Yes, ma'am! "

CRACK

" Though I'd say you're enjoying it if I didn't know better. "

He makes a sound somewhere between a whine and a blubbered wail. " No- 'M not, please- " It's the most pathetic thing you've ever heard coming from him.

" Mhm, okay then, I believe you. "

The next set of unrelenting spanks makes even you cringe, Krulu's force jostling not just the fully grown monster but yourself as well. It's actually a little exciting to witness. Spots where Krulu's claws intentionally caught onto the tender flesh turn into depraved welts, droplets of blood flying out with each merciless motion, spraying the snow-tiled ground and even yourself.

Morell screams, wails, shrieks like his arms are getting ripped out their sockets. It's a symphony of panicking pain that hardly lets him breathe in between each tormenting snap and quick pump. He makes the mistake of sucking too much air into his lungs at a time, then starts coughing and hiccupping hopelessly.

The moment your Lord halts is when your fervent motions take the stage, and Morell, tortured, oversensitive and disoriented, lasts less than five seconds before throbbing hard and shooting ropes all over your fingers. You pump his cock throughout the entire orgasm, milking it, making a mess that you then wipe on the inside of his thigh, letting his cum-soaked length rest.

Another pause stretches for a long few moments where everyone is winding down. And, as adrenaline seeps out the mushroom monster's pores, he breaks.

Totally limp upon you, Morell attempts to fruitlessly hide his face behind broad arms while his sniffling and gasping escalates into the most defeated, utterly humiliated sobbing there is. He struggles with breathing properly, scratching his own throat as tears splatter steadily on the ground, keening whines bubbling out of the still shaking man. In his despair, he tries to huddle closer to you, tries to fold himself into a ball even with your legs in the way.

You don't know if it's your Lord's enjoyment or your own, but the view sends a pulse of arousal straight up your cunt, cheeks heating.

" There there... " You murmur, rubbing a comparatively cool hand around the edges of his punished skin. The way he tenses and tries to push his sobbing behind a tightened jaw is adorable. " It's all over now. "

The trembling doesn't stop, but the butcher manages to quiet his own wailing within a few minutes. Tears still drip onto the ground.

A few taps get him to move off your legs, but Morell quickly finds out changing positions is torturous, sharp burning stings eliciting choked grunts and heaves from the monster. He settles, embarrassingly, for laying almost on his stomach, prostrated before you on the ground.

Grinning, so wet you can feel your panties soaking, you push the chair away and sit on the ground next to the recovering monster, pulling his face onto your lap and petting that large cap of his.

Morell chokes, clinging onto your clothes. You didn't think he'd break this hard, but it's a lovely reaction.

" 'M sorry... 'M-... Sorry... "

And, as you study his sorry state, you can't help but smile warmly. Bruised ass darker than night, blood still spilling, half-hard cum-coated dick out, arms and face wet with tears, grasping onto you for dear life...

You wouldn't mind doing this more often.

#Morell oc #mellsfern #terato #monsterfucker #terato tag #yandere monster #yandere teratophilia #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #monster x human #not sfw #minors dni

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quitealotofsodapop · 23 days

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more Cicada Lily au details:

Sequel to this LMK AU post where Bai He is raised by Tang and Pigsy alongside MK.

Going by MK's rough size as a babu (a little awkward cus Lego designs) when he showed up at Pigsy's, we can assume he's like at least two or three years old.

Then again it's also likely that he's *just been "born" aka sculpted* so no matter what his apparent physical age is, he has the mental age of a newborn.

Add in some monkey-demon traits, and Pigsy and Tang have their hands full with a super-mobile baby who likes to shove whatever he can find into his mouth.

Now onto Bai He...

*A couple of years later...*

LBD: (*manifests a baby*) "Take this child. And protect her until she comes to an acceptable age. Once I return to this world, I will require a suitable host."

Macaque, just revived: "Huh!? What!? Why!? Where did this baby come from!?"

LBD: "See to it."

Macaque: (*is now suddenly alive on earth holding a newborn baby human(?) and a skeleton key*) "UHHH..."

Baby!Bai He: *starts crying*

Macaque pretty much panics and tries to find *somewhere* the little cub can stay and be safe away from LBD (cus he sure as hell ain't releasing the bone demon anytime soon).

He then senses *The Monk*.

Well more specifically, he senses the Tang Monk's soul resting inside the body of a nerdy, very tired-looking, man struggling to wrangle a fussy toddler into a winter jacket. The shadow monkey snickers to himself, guess the "Great" Monk didn't escape the cycle of rebirth after all- hey he's actually pretty good at taking care of his kid...

Macaque watches the Not-Monk and his cub carefully over the next day or so. He quickly learns that the Pig has reincarnated as well, and is the Not-Monk's mate. And that they're adoring and protective parents to their messy (possibly demonic) adopted cub.

Macaque makes a tough decision that he knows Wukong would mock him for if he knew.

He puts his trust in the Tang Monk he so despised in his previous life.

So on a rainy nighy, as Tang was trying to make it home from University - Macaque strategically places LBD's sacrificial host inside a box where he knew she'd be found.

Macaque doesn't just let Tang find the baby out of selfishness/lack of options though; the Golden Cicada has the pure opposite magical energy from LBD. The protective holy magic acting as a smokescreen in case dark forces sought the child out.

Tang rushes home that very night holding a soaked newborn. Lots of Deja Vu occurs over the next couple of weeks as the couple have to make a bunch of phone calls to CPS and file adoption paperwork. Xiaotian/"MK" bounces around happily the whole time, glad that his wish for a baby sibling had been granted.

Macaque watches on for the next dozen or so years, telling himself that he's just "keeping an eye on things". Even as he transforms himself into a friendly street cat to give the little girl company.

Wukong and Macaque collide into eachother at some point and their visits to their respective wards gets awkward fast.

#cicada lily au #lmk aus #freenoodlesshipping #freenoodles #lmk tang #six eared macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk #liu er mihou #lmk lbd #lmk mk #qi xiaotian

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bump1nthen1ght · 6 months

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober: Day 14 (Orgasm Denial)

Kink: Orgasm Denial

Pairing: Fem!Vampire x GN!Reader

Other Kinks: Bondage, Sex Toys

Warnings: Non Con, Mind Break

Word Count: 1140 words

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“I must say, you are lasting for longer than I thought you would. Most mortals pass out by now.”

Victoria tuts, a mix of pride and derision in her voice. The kind of patronizing that would normally have you biting back, bristled by that inherent superiority she walks around with.

Given the gag in your mouth and the ruined state of your mind, however, you can do no such thing.

She yanks at the collar around your neck, forcing your head to turn to the side and look at her. A cold, marble-like hand pets your flushed cheeks, thumb wiping away at your tear tracks.

“But you have surprised me every step of the way, pet.” Victoria smirks, a glint of her sharp fangs in the candle light. “Let's see how long you can last.”

She gives a wave of her hand, using that minor magic all vampires have to make the vibrating buttplug inside you turn up a notch. You moan around the gag, drool running down your chin as you feel that familiar high coming on. Your hips jerk, trying to chase it, grab on tight to something incorporeal. Almost there, almost-

“Uh-uh.” Victoria tuts, waving her hand again and turning the vibration off. You squeal, not unlike a pig, through the gag. Your hazy gaze looks at her desperately, fresh tears bubbling at the ducts. You were so close that time.

“Aww, do you want to come?” Victoria says, setting a knee down on the bed before laying by your side. She props her side up on a pillow, manicured nails playing with the restraints around your wrists, tied to the bed posts. Her soft breasts lay right by your face, ice-cold skin tantalizing close to your heated body. “Sorry, pet. You’re gonna have to work a little harder.”

Victoria runs her long nails down your chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake. It’s just the faintest of sensations, but your body leaps at her every touch and caress. She snaps her fingers and the buttplug slides out of you, soon replaced by an even larger dildo. The burn as it stretches your hole open is welcomed by your body, whose addiction chases even painful pleasure. But after entering you to the base, all 10 inches deep in your guts, the dildo just sits there. Close, but not enough.

Your pleading whines just make Victoria’s smile wider. She kisses your cheek like a gentle lover, even if she is anything but.

“This is always the best part.” She whispers in your ear, lips lingering by your face. The tips of her fangs graze against the skin. “You started out so brave, so headstrong. Convinced you could defeat someone like me with those little toys of yours.” Her wandering hand lingers by your hips, tracing circles across your pelvis. “Now look at you, hunter. Begging for my help, begging for me to touch you.” She nips at the lobe of your ear. “My little toy.”

All her degrading should make you skin burn, should make you furious. You should be dreaming of ripping out of these restraints and plunging a stake in her heart, killing the vicious beast you were sent to kill.

But now all you want is her to do something, anything, to help you. To finally bring you peace.

“I want to hear you say it.” Victoria says, snapping her fingers again. The gag in your mouth comes undone, falling to your chest. But before you can say anything coherent the dildo finally begins to move. A slow and methodical pace, but its something, and its enough to make you moan.

Victoria moves and straddles your hips, snapping her fingers again and to magically remove her red dress. Left in a black, sheer lingerie set, she leans down so her bosom lays right in front of your face. You don’t even think of how this angle would be perfect for stabbing through the heart, rather you wonder what those rosy nipples would taste like. Her smirk, all fangs and power, tears right into your soul.

“I want to hear you say, ‘Let me cum, mistress.’ I want you to relent and give yourself to me.” Victoria’s eyes sparkle with a sadistic glee, no hint of magical compulsion in her voice; No, she wants you to willingly submit. “Become my pet, my little plaything.” Victoria leans down, her breasts finally touching your chest, just enough skin contact to have you shaking. “And then I’ll let you come.”

Victoria leans over so her mouth is right in the junction of your neck, licking a long strip across your pulse. It makes you shudder and moan, hips twitching once again to chase what little friction the dildo is giving you.

“I-” You stutter out, interrupt by a knot tightening in your belly. Maybe you can do it, maybe while she’s distracted you can reach there on your own. Teased and taught, maybe there's enough.

Victoria snaps her fingers, the dildo stops.

You nearly scream.

“P-please let me cum, mistress!” With no hesitation, you throw everything aside. “Please, I’ll do anything. Be your fucktoy, be your slave, please.” Your voice trembles, face nuzzling into her shoulder like a dejected pet. “Please just let me cum.”

You can feel her smile against your neck.

It’s an agonizing few seconds where she doesn’t say a word, just lets you pant and whine, soaking in your submission.

“Finally”. She moans, snapping her fingers. The dildo pulls out to the base before shoving back inside you, hitting your sensitive spot like a lightning strike. Thr toy starts fucking you open like never before, buzzing numbness shooting up your abdomen as you can finally begun to taste your orgasm. You can feel it, finally you might reach it. You whine and moan with abandon, not caring about pride or morals, giving in to the delicious feeling. Please, please let this be real.

“Ah! Oh gods!” You keen, that crashing wave coming closer and closer. The dildo shows no sign of stopping, brutalizing your insides into its shape. Your toes curl up as your orgasms edges nearer, and nearer, almost-

“Fuck!” You scream, Victoria sinking her teeth into your neck as your orgasms finally crashes over you. The pain and pleasure are all jumbled and feel the same, blood running down your neck not dissimilar to the cum staining the sheets. All of it lingers just the same, your body growing limp and weak as it everything slowly fades away.

Your vision is spotty, your brain only conscious of the dildo pulling out and Victoria lapping at your wounded neck, closing it with her healing saliva.

All you remember before you pass out are the words Victoria whispers into you skin.

“I think you’re going to be my favorite toy of all.”

#my writing #reader insert #monster x reader #monster romance #gender neutral reader #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #vampire #vampire x reader

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tinietaehyun · 5 months

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Oh, Lover Boy.

[Bf!Hueningkai x Reader] [Post-College!AU] [One-shot]

Pairing: Bf!Hueningkai x Reader

Genres: Post-College!AU, romance, fluff, slice of life, just a feel good and cute fic!

Contains: Profanity, suggestive dialogue/themes.

Link: MASTERLIST

Note: Recommended to listen to “Invitation” by JUNNY (Feat. Gaeko), to really get into the vibe! Something short and sugary sweet, in comparison to my usual longer one-shots.

Summary: With your hellish final year college exams over with; both you and your boyfriend needed time to catch up and unwind from the stresses of life during your break together. What better way to start things off than staying at home, cuddling together whilst binge-watching your favourite show, or- well trying to binge-watch it. It’s not your fault you couldn’t resist his puppy-eyed gaze and sweet kisses!

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You squeal in utter joy watching the main couple on screen finally kiss (that so very passionately, you may add!) in your new favourite show. You’d been waiting for this; it’s been half a season already! “Finally,” you grin almost feeling your cheeks hurt and your heart flutter from the way the couple on screen hold each other.

“What? They finally kissed, hm?” A very familiar voice calls out from the kitchen. You yelp, “Yeah, you missed it. I’ve been waiting ages; genuinely, I was beginning to get worried they’d never get together!” You hear your boyfriend chuckle amongst the clatter of kitchen utensils. The aroma of the food he’s making wafts into your nostrils; incredible!

You call out with a smirk, “Wow, you’re not burning something for once,” a chuckle escapes your lips as he scoffs loudly. “I’m not that bad at cooking you know. I can hold my own.” Rolling your eyes, you hum in reminiscence, “Remember that one time, two months ago when we stayed at-“

“Shut it, y/n. Don’t be mean,” he whines making you cackle atrociously. It wasn’t your fault, that Huening Kai wasn’t exactly a great cook. Making anything above cup noodles, ramen and coffee was entering dangerous territory in relation to Huening Kai. That was why you mostly supervised him in the kitchen but today he was adamant that you let him in the kitchen to cook himself. You wonder how he survived during your college days - then again his roommates: Taehyun and Yeonjun probably saved his ass from starving or living off takeout.

You snort and he scoffs once more, “I know you’re laughing at me.” Humming playfully, you respond, “How’d you guess?” You can almost hear him roll his eyes, “From the gargantuan snort you let out, you pig.” You gawk at his insult, “Is that how you insult the love of your life?”

“You’re insulting my cooking skills!” He calls out in a playfully offended tone.

At this point the rest of the episode you were watching becomes background noise. You coo, “Oh come on baby, I didn’t mean it. I was just joking around.” Kai snorts in response and replies, “Sure, yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, love.”

A giggle escapes your lips; you were cheesing hard. You loved pestering and annoying him; his reactions were always so adorable and endearing! You made sure to never cross the line though; you’d never dream of hurting Huening Kai ever. This man only ever deserved the absolute best.

His personality was sweet, soft even. Almost akin to a clingy puppy at times. He could keep up with your teasing, even teasing you back creating for humorous banter and bickering between the two of you. Not to mention, his insanely good music skills, you were lucky to have him. You remember how he often serenaded you to sleep, or wrote songs for your birthdays and especially last year; he produced a song dedicated to you for your third anniversary together. You knew he had a tender heart, a soft spot for animals, for you. A pure soul, one that enjoyed every moment of life.

“Kai, you almost done?” You call out. “Yeah, give me a sec. Just got to turn off the cooker and clean the counters a little,” he hums back. You twist yourself back around to face the screen and realise you’d missed quite a few minutes when you suddenly see the main female lead crying her eyes out? Damn, what the hell happened? Wasn’t she just with her man, making out a few minutes ago? You shrug to yourself; oh well.

Your eyes dart around the room as your hand finds the remote reversing the episode back to the point you’d left it. It was a relaxing atmosphere with the way the sunset light shone through the curtains in a golden hue giving the room an ethereal and warm glow. A haphazard pale blue blanket was thrown across one of the cushioned chairs to the right of you; the one you had used to cuddle with Kai yesterday. The view outside the main window encompassed dreary cityscape with vehicles passing by and regular pedestrians wearing their summer clothes; majority of them getting back from the beach. You could imagine the light breeze and warm air outside of the fading summer days.

You enjoyed tender and tranquil moments such as these. You and Huening Kai, had finished college a month back right after your hellish final exams. You shudder thinking back to that period of time; so utterly stressful and you barely had time to see each other. It was awful. Luckily, your daily messages, video calls and phone calls kept you going as you both cracked down to study hard. Fortunately, for you both, it seems your persistence and resilience had paid off! You both felt that your results were gonna be pretty good (well you were both trying to manipulate yourselves into a state of positive thinking, at least).

Your eyes gaze over to the potted plant on the window sill pitifully wilting and you can’t help but sigh with a smile, “Oh Kai..” He loved to try new things; often getting carried away with just how much he thinks he can handle. You tended to overwork yourself to the brink of exhaustion; something that Kai had managed to help you control. You helped him with his nervousness and efficiency whilst working. You both balanced each other out; what one doesn’t have, the other has. You were each other’s bases, each other’s home.

Often, you reminisce on how this all started. You still remember the slightly anxious and quiet boy who would be in your lecture hall two rows above you. He was attentive but with the way his eyes constantly met yours; the shared glances and smiles that made your heart flutter; you knew you both had a connection. His method of wooing you also made you laugh; it was endearing to say the least.

The way he would always lose his pens and come to you, to ‘borrow a pen,’ and then give it back only to ask for it again the next lecture you had. You had managed to catch on rather quickly what his tactic was; you still remember how flustered his cute and handsome face was! Then, it was followed by you asking him to work with you on an assigned project and the rest was history.

You finally asked him out during one of your study dates and from then on, you had been inseparable throughout the last two years of your degree. From all that educational stress; you both wished to unwind, relax and make up for lost time that you could have spent together; and this summer was perfect time to do it!

Your reverie is broken as you feel an arm wrap around your shoulders and a warm body press into the side of yours. You adjust yourself against him as you lean your head back on his shoulder with a soft smile. Kai murmurs; his voice low yet comforting, “What are you thinking about?” You hum peering at him to the side, “You.”

His eyes widen ever so slightly with a twinkle and his cheeks blossom into a faint reddish hue. “Me?” He questions bashfully, “What about me?” You coo running your hand through his dark brown locks, “Everything about you, love.” Kai clears his throat as he wraps his arms around your waist snuggling into you, “Yeah?” You hum, “Mhm.”

His body heat seeps through your clothes and you relax as the smell of his cologne invades your senses; you loved it - a subtle and sweet tangerine scent. It comforted you. It was on practically all his clothes; even the hoodie you had on right now (technically it wasn’t yours - not that he minded you wearing it, of course!)

Suddenly, he tightens his arms around your waist and hoists you onto his lap. A warmth spreads through your cheeks at the sudden motion. He always did this; yet it got you flustered every damn time!

“What episode is this?” He hum twisting his face back towards the screen. Composing yourself, you reply, “Episode ten, I practically missed half of it though. Still am, now that you’re here.”

His eyes glimmer playfully, “Why? Am I distraction?” You pout, “Yes, you are, Kai. You know that.”

Kai leans in close to your face with a playful smile, “You love it really.” You hum, “Do I?” His nose rubs against yours in a flurry; something you adored about Kai. He’d give these to you often or rub your tummy in the most random moments. He was such a tender and loving soul. Kai places a delicate kiss atop your nose point making your heart soar. You admit defeat, “I do.”

A laugh escapes his lips, “Of course you do.” His eyes flit down to your lips; his pupils dilate ever so slightly. A sly smile graces your face as you lean forward and trail your fingers down his cheek; he noticeably shivers. With that, he presses his lips against yours softly and passionately. Once again, the show continues to run on. At this point you think, you’ll never be able to get past episode ten!

Kai’s lips move with yours softly, slowly; your lips connected in an affectionate and gentle manner. You cup his cheek caressing your thumb against his cheek bone as his fingers slips under the hem of the hoodie to feel your warm, supple skin underneath. His fingers make your body tingle with delight as they draw slow circles against your hips and waist. The moment is raw, tender and passionate. Slow, almost ever so sloppy kisses with him were what you considered the peak of comfort. A way to de-stress and forget about the world around you. It was just you two.

You both part for air, both breathing shakily. You knew if you continued this; you’d never finish the episode, rather you’d end up in another room entirely - the bedroom. His lips trails down your neck as he nips and leaves sweet, seductive kisses along the curve. You whine breathlessly, “Kai, the s-show. This is going to be the third time I rewind it to catch up.” He suckles on your neck gently making you groan. Your fingers entangle into his silky hair. Kai muffles against your neck, “Forget the show.”

“We always do this,” you whine with a chuckle as he separates from your neck and peer at you with the most adorable puppy-dog eyes. You shake your head, “Nope, I’m determined to finish this episode at least. One episode.” You place a kiss onto his forehead as consolation upon seeing the pout on his rosy lips. “Why, you don’t wanna reward your handsome boyfriend for all his hard work cooking today?” You huff, “Of course I do. But I wanna watch this with you! To cuddle with you.”

Recently, Huening Kai had gotten an internship at a producing company and so you couldn’t as spend as much time out as you’d have liked. Though, you were incredibly happy for him! Kai was phenomenally talented in regard to music; everything from producing, songwriting and playing various instruments from which you could see with the guitar case that leant against the wall beside his keyboard.

“Oh? My sweetheart wants to cuddle, then cuddle, we shall.” You release giggle placing your hands over his forearms as he wraps his arms around you tightly once more. He nuzzles into your neck with a playful smirk, “We always have tonight after all, to do what we both really want.” Your eyes widen as you become flustered by his cheeky remark giving him a playful smack, “Kai!”

He shrugs innocently peering up at you, “What? It’s the truth, no? You weren’t complaining yesterday?” You whine crashing your head into his shoulder in embarrassment; a burst of desire courses through you. “Okay, okay, I get it, love,” you huff out making him cackle.

“You’re so cute when you’re flustered. It’s my only defence against your teasing, honestly,” he grins. You peer up with a mischievous glare, “Just you wait…” Kai bites his lower lip in anticipation, “Oh believe me, I will…” You peer over our shoulder seeing the credits of the episode and you groan, “Oh for fuck’s sake.”

Kai bursts out laughing at your frustrated expression, “Oh too bad.” You pout, “We were supposed to watch it together, this episode is apparently really good.” He hums, “According to who?” You huff, “According to Twitter, my friends.” Kai shakes his head, “Ah yes, very reliable and unbiased sources.” You scoff, “Oh shut it, you like this show too. I’ve seen the way you peek over whenever you pretend you’re working.”

Kai feigns offence, “Pretend I’m working? Excuse me?” You hum, “I’ve seen you flip through the same music sheet four times every time you look up at the screen whenever I watch a drama.” A slightly embarrassed expression coats his features and he scoffs back, “I just get easily distracted, is all.” You laugh running your fingers through his hair on the back of his head. He closes his eyes in repose and contentment. Kai always liked you playing with his hair; as you liked it when he played with yours.

Kai requests adorably, “Can we switch? I wanna lie my head on your lap?” You have to stop your heart bursting from your rib cage. “Of course, love,” you speak softly as you get up and he stands with a dazed smile on his face. Your heart twists and churns; he looked at you with so much love and adoration. God, you loved him so much. You wouldn’t know what to do without him, really.

Kai lies his head down onto your lap and you caress his forehead; his honey-toned skin glows under the hue of the sunset. Your fingers make their way through his hair and he nestles into your lap comfortably with his eyes closing. He murmurs, “I love moments like this…” You hum, “Me too, love.” A smile appears on his face; almost goofy. It makes you giggle in response.

He takes your other hand intertwining his fingers with yours giving it a squeeze. Kai softly speaks, “Love you, sweetheart.” Genuinely smiling down at him, you reply, “Love you too, Kai.” He nuzzles into your stomach making you laugh; he knew you were ticklish. Huening Kai was perfect in every aspect, you could ask for no one better.

“You’re perfect,” he suddenly utters opening his eyes. Your heart jumps and twists in joy, “I could say the same, love.” A blush paints his cheeks faintly. Kai questions, “What about episode ten?” You snort, “We’ll watch it another time.” He pouts, “Sorry…” You chuckle, “Don’t worry about it, I prefer time with you anyway.”

“How about we watch something else?” He suggests. You shrug with a smile, “If you want?” Kai ponders in thought before speaking, “How about we watch that thriller drama, you told me a few weeks ago? Have you started?” You nod, “I watched half of episode one, but had to leave it be due to work. Totally forgot about it. It had such a cool concept!” He grins, “Let’s get to it then,” as he grunts reaching over to grab the remote from the coffee table.

He begins scrolling through the available dramas and you point to it and it begins playing. You both contently focus on the drama for once and are immersed into the plot; as you both discuss the various aspects of the first episode, then the second and then the third. “Fucking hell, this is good,” he gets up from your lap stretching. You nod excitedly, “So good, the actors did such a good job.”

Kai grins, “Your ass would be dead in a heartbeat, if you were in a situation with a killer like that.” You deadpan, “Look who’s talking.” Your stomach rumbles and you huff, “Hungry.” He nods with a teasing smile, “Thought so, come on. We’ll get back to the show afterwards.”

As you both enter the kitchen; the scene becomes wholesomely domestic. You grab some plates as he checks on the food. You peek over his shoulder, “Holy shit, that curry looks amazing.” Kai looks smug at your praise, “Saw this Thai curry recipe on Insta, and just had to try it. It was super simple too.” You hum as you begin serving the curry with rice onto the plates, “Damn, seems you aren’t too bad of a cook, after all.”

Kai wraps his arms around your waist from behind leaning his head atop your right shoulder, “Mm, see? Your boyfriend is somewhat skilled in the kitchen. He can sorta cook, he can sing, play the guitar and piano…hm, the list goes on and on…” Rolling your eyes with a smile, you hum, “Wow, real humble aren’t you?” Kai snorts nuzzling into your neck littering one or two kisses, “What can I say? I’m nothing short of modest.”

“Mhm,” you nod sarcastically as you pick up the steaming plates full of deliciously tempting food. “Let’s get eating, I’m starving!” He says excitedly as you both sit down at the small dining table and tuck in immediately. As expected, it tasted even better than how it looked. You were proud of your boyfriend; he’d made such an excellent meal!

You muffle contently, “So, so good!” He chuckles wiping some curry off the side of your lips, “I can see that.” A smug expression coats his features, “Praise me more.”

You munch on the food; deciding to feed his ego for once to which he responds delightfully to. Afterwards, you both work to clean up. “You did so good. You’ve gotta definitely make that again,” you smile. His eyes glitter, “I’m glad you liked it. I’m super happy.” You smile genuinely at him, “Good job.”

“I’m gonna change into my pyjamas, yeah? Get comfy. What about you?” You ask peering over your shoulder. He nods, “Sure. I’ll do the same. We can continue the drama afterwards.” With that, you both change into some comfortable pyjamas with some bickering and teasing and find yourselves back on the sofa in front of the TV screen wrapped in each other arms, cuddling.

Episode four, episode five pass. You find him immersed into the show and you smile mischievous beginning to roam your hand under his shirt, up along his abdominals. Kai stiffens snapping his head to face you with a sly gaze, “What are you doing?” You hum playfully, “I don’t know, you tell me, love?” His face flushes at your seductive tone. He pouts, “Is this revenge for what I did earlier?” You nuzzle your head into his neck beginning to litter kisses; he shivers making you smile.

“Perhaps it is, love,” you breathlessly murmur against his skin. “Anyway, didn’t you say you were looking forward to tonight?” You inquire coyly. He whines, “You’re so mean. Petty even.” You murmur, “Hypocrite.” His hand trails under your pyjama shirt, “But you’re too difficult to resist…” His eyes meet yours and your lips soon follow melting into each other passionately; a hint of roughness this time.

With you pushing him down onto the sofa; it was clear; episode five was where you’d stop for tonight. His eyes peer up at you with so much love, affection and adoration. You lean down towards his lips with a soft smile, “I love you.”

Kai whispers blissfully looking into your eyes, “Love you too, sweetheart.” Oh, no one could compare to him. Your heart belonged to him and him alone.

It always will. Your sweet, lover boy.

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