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sashaforthewin · 7 months

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The mosh pit was intense.

Steve had never been to a concert with moshing, but after a few moments of assessing the situation while trying to protect Dustin, he got the hang of it. There seemed to be one main focused clump of violence and then the edges where people were taking hits but not giving them. Steve instinctively knew this was where he was meant to go, so he positioned himself between the moshers and his charge. Dustin, unfortunately, seemed completely clueless and kept trying to get around Steve to get in on the fun.

Upon closer observation, Steve noticed that the pit, while chaotic, wasn't actually as violent as he first thought. If someone went down, everyone around them pulled the person up. No fists were colliding. It was wild and bodies were slamming into each other, but it didn't seem life-threatening. So Steve looked at Dustin and said, "once around and then back here," before stepping aside and letting Dustin into the chaos.

Steve's eyes tracked Dustin's progress around the pit while he continued to take the hits the people behind him clearly didn't want to take. Bodies slammed against him, but there was something about it that was starting to be fun. There was a sort of camaraderie to the whole thing.

The moshing was moving in a sort of slow clockwise rotation, seemingly without anyone consciously choosing to do so. But then a guy slammed into Steve from the opposite direction, swimming against the stream, as it were, laughing and smiling. He looked at Steve and then did a double take.

"Hi," the guy said, now standing still within the mosh pit, unphased by the bodies slamming into him from all angles as he took Steve's hand in a slow shake, staring at him with huge dark eyes and a wide smile.

"Hi," Steve responded.

"I love your hair!" The guy said, still holding onto Steve's hand.

"Thanks, I love your vest!"

"Thanks, do you-" he started to ask but was cut off when the pit started to speed up and everyone started slam-dancing in a faster rotation. The guy was swept away into the circle and Steve lost sight of him.

Steve blinked. Then he saw Dustin, whose loud shirt was much easier to spot at a distance, and yanked him out of the circle pit. He could sort of see the guy every once in a while but the pit had him now so Steve continued his barrier duties of protecting the general crowd from the moshing and Dustin continued enjoying the raucous music.

As soon as the song ended, the guy popped back up next to Steve.

"I love your energy, by the way. I haven't seen you at any shows around. I'm Eddie," he said, flirty, taking Steve's hand again, not really shaking it but more formal than the typical holding hands.

"I'm Steve. Ow, and this is Dustin who I babysit because he is an immature little child," Steve said, rubbing the back of his leg where Dustin had kicked him.

Dustin was glaring.

"Dude, you don't have to call it babysitting, I'm fifteen."

"Don't worry, little fella, maybe your hot babysitter will invite me over some night he's watching you so we can hang out without you after your bed time."

"Ew. Also, he makes out with women, he likes women," Dustin proclaimed.

"And more," Steve shrugged, still staring and smiling at Eddie.

"More, huh? Well I am most definitely more."

Steve had never gone after a guy before, but he couldn't deny the appeal of someone so obviously really attracted to him. His inability to tell if he liked someone or if he liked that they liked him had caused him issues in the past and it sure wasn't showing signs of stopping any time soon, so he just embraced it. He was always willing to give it a shot and see what happened.

So, with that in mind they exchanged numbers and then got to chatting. Dustin got bored and snuck off back to the mosh pit and Steve decided he could deal with whatever consequences he ended up with, which later turned out to be a bunch of bruises and a bloody, but unbroken, nose.

But in the meantime, Steve and Eddie discovered they were both in Chicago for the concert and were actually both from the same town, though about as far away from each other as they could possibly live while still being in the town limits. They made plans to hang out at the Hideout the following weekend just in case they lost each other's numbers, and then they were rudely interrupted by Dustin turning up with blood pouring out of his nose. Eddie grabbed them some bar napkins and Steve decided they'd better call it a night.

"Here, little man, we can trade shirts so you don't have to jumpscare your parents with gore. I like Weird AL and I don't mind being covered in blood. That sounded weird, don't take that the wrong way, Steve."

After some grumbling, Dustin and Eddie swapped shirts. Steve thanked him for being so considerate and kind by pulling him in by the hand and placing a small kiss on his lips, which Eddie eagerly reciprocated and the two made out hot and heavy for a moment until Dustin yelled at them and dragged Steve away.

Eddie just stood there smiling and watching his future husband get pulled out of the club by a disgruntled teen now rocking a Corroded Coffin shirt. After they were out of sight, he sighed wistfully and then headed back into the new circle pit that was just forming.

#steddie fic #steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic #stranger things fic #don't mind me im just going through my wip doc trying to clean up little chunks of stories #this was inspired by a girl that froze mid pit to start chatting me up because damn that was something #unbeta'd

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bestpigeon · 2 months

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We can have a yandere Alastor with an angel reader... After Charlie went to heaven, the angel reader was moved by his proposal to save the demons... So to help Charlie the reader went to the hazbin hotel... What no one counted on is that Alastor fell in love with the angel reader... Now what would happen?

STOP. That's a great idea, oh my god. Thank you so much for this recommendation!

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YANDERE ALASTOR X MALE READER

Yandere alastor x male reader

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The meeting has just finished. I've been ordered to save the demons. Nothing more. Why would anyone wish to save these foul beasts? At least I'm getting paid. Me and Charlie were still in heaven. I turn to her.

"Charlie, follow me, yes?" I say in a professional tone.

"Yeah! I'm ready. What's your name again?" She says with a huge smile. I had no clue demons could be this.. joyful, happy, nice? But I didn't question it.

"Y/N. Now let's go," I say as I turn my head and open a portal up in front of us. I'm a very well-known and trusted angel in heaven. How would I survive on hell? Charlie's eyes glow in awe once I open the portal. I indicated for her to walk in and walk in behind her.

We show up outside the 'Hazbin hotel'. Adam told me a lot about this place. He said that it's a 'worthless ugly shithole that you should definitely sabotage.' Which I doubt I'd actually listen to his advice.

"So! This is the hotel. I hope you feel welcome!" Charlie says as she grabs my hand, opens the door, and leads me in.

She pulls me in, and I automatically feel eyes on me. I rub the back of my head awkwardly. "Charlie- may I specify im only here to help one of you demons. Nothing more." I say as I turn to make eye contact with Charlie. She smiled and laughed awkwardly.

"Still! Couldn't harm introducing you to others. We wouldn't want you to feel unwelcome!" She smiles brightly and looks at me. I raise an eyebrow before she pulls me along to a bar. Jesus, this girl is..pushy. Nice, though, thankfully.

"This is Husker! He's our bartendant. " I smile warmly at Husk and lead my hand out for him to shake. "Pleasure to meet you." I say with a nod. He nods as well and takes my hand without a word.

Charlie taps me on the shoulder and points me over to a corner. "That's Angel dust, the one you're-" I quickly recognise him.

"He's the one I'm here for, right?" I say quite rudly interesting, Charlie. I didn't notice, and I just glared at Angel. "Yeah..! Um. He's a bit-" she gets once again interrupted by someone else this time.

"Oh honey! Who's this cutie?~" Angel dust says as he approaches me. He leans on the desk and smirks at me.

"Angel.. this is Y/N! He's an angel here to help you get into heaven!" She says with a smile. Angel raises an eyebrow and smirks once again. "Wow, didn't know they have good lookin' people in heaven." He says, eyeing me up and down. I smile awkwardly.

"I apologise but I'm not interested. I'm only here for work." I say as I bow my head down slightly to apologise. Charlie grabs my hand and leads me to a weird red demon in a corner.

"Anyways! This is Alastor! He's a huge help to the company." She says as she leads me to him. She whispers quietly I my ear. "Don't make any deals or trust him. Okay!- Alastor this Y/N! Here to help angel dust." She says. I don't even get time to reply to Charlie. I take in what she says.

Alastor grabs my hand and shakes it with quite aggression. I smile awkwardly. "It's a pleasure to meet you! Quite a pleasure!" He says, his voice was something you'd hear from a radio, a static affect.

"It's nice to meet you too." I say. This guy is weird. His bright red eyes seemed to squint at me. I didn't know whether that's because I'm an angel or something else. I didn't bother to ask.

"How long you hear for dear?" He questions as he moves a hand to my shoulder. I look at him and raise an eyebrow. He sure is a touchy guy.

"Until I successfully send angel dust to heaven. I'm not sure how long." I say as I just glare at Alastor. He's different. His aura seemed different, I sense something different in him. I don't know why.

"Ah well! Consider this a..warm welcome" He says as he leans down slightly. We keep eye contact without saying anything for a while. I feel my face growing a faint red tint. Not enough for Alastor to notice, I hope.

"I.. appreciate it, Alastor," I say awkwardly. Charlie grabs me again and turns me around.

"So, how do you intend to help Angel dust?" She says with her usual huge smile. It still confuses me how.. pure Charlie seems. However, I know looks are deciding.

"Well, simply prevent him from committing any sins for a while. Then, sooner or later, he'll be accepted into heaven." I say with a smile. I could feel someone eyeing me. I knew who it was. The weird red demon stood a few feet behind us, clearly listening to our conversation. I didn't say anything to know. I'd definitely keep my eye on him.

"Cool! I'll let you get settled in!" She says as she walks away. I sigh, finally having alone time. Being around this mnay demons makes me nervous. I flap my wings around before hiding them. I wipe down my white suit and fix my hair.

I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whip my head to be greeted with Alastor. I turn fully to him and glare up at him. He's taller than me by a little. "So, my dear, shouldn't we get to know each other? It'll be rude not to!" He says in a joyful tone. That's a bit peculiar, but I couldn't say no.

"Sure, ask away," I say. He grabs my wrist. What is it with being dragged? Is that what demons do? He leads me to his office. He said it's because we can then speak privately. I didn't really trust it.

"So..what do ya want to know?" I question as I take a seat. I glare at Alastor. He chuckles, his signature grin never left. It's a bit intimidating to be facing such a.. smile like his.

"How are you feeling in hell, hm?" He says as he crosses his legs. He sips his tea out of his mug that read, 'Oh dear'. I questioned quietly why he had a mug like that, and then I realised he's a dear.

"Good. It's alright, not as bad as I.. thought it'll be." I say as I also cross my legs. He raises an eyebrow and chuckles.

"You dating anyone?" He completely changed subjects, but I didn't question it. It's a bit of a weird question to ask.

"Um, no. Not currently." I say quietly. He nods. I noticed his smile got bigger. Biggest I've ever seen it, actually. He stood up and approached me. He stood in front of me, and I didn't look up. He grabbed my chin and made me make eye contact with him. My face went a little red. "Good. Keep it that way." He says before removing all types of contact and sitting back down in his chair.

"I- okay?" I say confused. What a weird way to approach that. I didn't question it. I mean, I didn't mind it. In reality, I shouldn't react that way towards a demon.

-3 days later-

Angel and I have finished doing some angelic tasks. Some that I hope to help his journey to heaven. He said he had work to do and walked into a studio. I walked away and bumped into a demon accidentally.

"Oh- my apologies ma'am," I say before checking if she's alright. She whistled at me before grabbing my hand.

"And why haven't I seen a handsome fellow like you around these areas, hm?~" she says as she gets incredibly close to me. I chuckle awkwardly and push her away slightly.

She rolls her eyes and walks away. She walks in front of me and pushes me out of the way in the process. I sighed and rolled my eyes. She soon dissappears down some alley way. I heard a huge gasp before a muffled scream. I quickly went to check to she if she was alright.

I walk around the corner, and my eyes widen in shock. I gasp loudly. I see the lady decapitated on the floor with blood surrounding her. I put a hand on my mouth before walking a bit deeper into an alleyway. I suddenly get pinned to a wall. My eyes widened when I realised who it was.

"Alastor?- what-" I say before getting interrupted by a finger getting put on my mouth to shush me.

"Hush, Y/N. She shouldn't have.. approached you like that. She got what she deserved." He says. I look at him and, for some reason, feel my face grow a little rd. Why was I attracted to this? I shouldn't be.

"I won't harm you. No one deserves to touch a.. divine darling like you.." He whispers in my ear. He moves his finger to actually touch my lips and makes me taste the blood on his fingers. I taste it all while making eye contact with him.

"How is it, sweetheart?" He whispers seductively in my ears. I feel my heart jump outside of my chest.

"Good.." I say in almost a whisper. He chuckles handsomely and licks blood off one of his other fingers. I feel my face go a little redder than before. If that's possible.

"Look what you made me do..not much of an angel know, huh?" He chuckles seductively. He's right. I've tasted blood. That's..not what angels should do. I didn't care if that meant I'm with Alastor.

I grab the back of his hair and pull his mouth an inch from mine. "Guess I'm.. not so angelic as I thought." I say quietly before pulling him into a kiss. The kiss was passionately almost instantly. We made out passionately, and none of us wanted to surrender. Huh. Guess I'm not going to heaven.

Neither of us wanted to stop this moment. Somehow, his tongue slithered into my mouth too. He pulls away, not before biting my bottom lip, making my lip bleed. We gasp for breath before he leans into my ear and talks. "You make me insane dear. I've never killed anyone like this before.. you make me..crave you."

I feel myself getting more mesmerised the more I look into his eyes. "It's an honour, Al. You..make me want to fuck heaven over and come to this shit hole. For you, sweetheart." He chuckles, and I can see his smile widen. It seemed genuine.

"Maybe you should. Would hurt to.. have some company dear."

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I LOVE alastor so much omg. Thank you for recommending this omg.

#hazbin hotel #romance #hazbin hotel x male reader #male y/n #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel #alastor x male reader #alastor altruist #alastor #yandere alastor #alastor x you

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marvelsmylife · 14 days

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Arranged marriage

Pairing: Eris Vanserra x reader

Plot: Eris (the new high lord of the autumn court) strikes a deal with Rhysand to marry you (Rhysand’s sister-in-law) to solidify an alliance between the two courts.

A/n my first Eris fic ! ! ! I hope you guys like it. Feel free to request him.

When Rhysand asked you if you could do him a huge favor you never imagined the favor involved you getting married to Eris, the new high lord of the autumn court. He told you that he had his eyes on you ever since he met you during your trip, the court of nightmares a few days before the winter solstice.

That was the day Nesta was supposed to seduce Eris, but his attention was only on you while you danced with Azriel. He was so hypnotized by your dancing that he interrupted your dance with Azriel.

Azriel wanted to protest. He saw you as a younger sister and felt compelled to protect you from males like Eris. Unfortunately, Rhysand told him to walk away and let Eris have his dance with you. He knew how important this alliance was for both of the courts, and Rhysand would stop at nothing to achieve it.

By the end of the night, Eris asked for your hand in marriage. Your sisters, along with Mor, Azriel, Cassian, and even Amren protested the possibility of you being married off to Eris. Mor was the most vocal about it, seeing as she had a volatile relationship with the new high lord of the autumn court.

Rhysand ultimately let you decide if you wanted to accept Eris’ marriage proposal, and to the shock of everyone, you accepted the proposal. You knew marrying Eris was a big risk, but you felt compelled to accept, especially after everything Rhysand had done for you and your sisters.

After months of planning, your wedding day finally arrived, and it was a big spectacle.

Since you were marrying a high lord, your wedding was supposed to be over the top. You were the polar opposite and didn’t know what you were doing, so you let Eris’ mother plan the wedding and only showed up for dress fittings.

You honestly didn’t know how, but you managed to get through the entire day without having an anxiety attack. It helped that Eris would rest his hand on your thigh and gently squeeze it to reassure you that everything was going to be ok.

Once the celebration ended, Eris brought you to your shared bedroom in your new home in the autumn court.

That’s when you decided to start undressing yourself in front of Eris. “What are you doing?” Eris stopped you once you began removing your undergarments.

“We have to consummate the marriage,” you replied and tried to remove your undergarments again, but Eris stopped you, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want this?”

Eris’ eyes softened at your words and engulfed you in a hug, “Yes, of course, I do, but not like this. I know you still don’t trust me, and I need you to trust me completely before we do anything physical.”

“I understand,” you started while pulling away from Eris and continued your previous actions, “But we have to, for our courts.”

Eris knew he should stop you, but as soon as you were bare before to him, his self-control disappeared. His primal urge to bed you took over, and before he knew what he was doing, he had you on the bed with him buried inside you.

Soft moans and heavy breathing filled the room as you and Eris became one. “Please don’t stop doing that. It feels so good,” you begged when Eris reached down and started playing with your sensitive clit.

Eris, for his part, was desperately trying not to cum. You felt so good around his cock that he had to think of the most disturbing thoughts to prevent him from cumming.

Unfortunately, he found himself cumming when he felt you gently biting his earlobe and tugging on his hair. “Fuck,” Eris cursed as he came inside you.

That, in turn, triggered your orgasm, and you found yourself digging your nails into Eris’ back as he kept moving inside you, “Oh gods, YES ! ! !” you held onto Eris as you came. A sense of pride washed over Eris as you held onto him and repeated his name.

He typically rolls over and ignores females after they’re finished having sex with them, but with you, it’s different. Eris found himself kissing the top of your head before pulling out and lying beside you. You were getting up to clean yourself off but found yourself being pulled into his embrace, your back to his chest. “You are not allowed to leave this bed, not yet, at least,” Eris whispered as he held you possessively.

After a moment of silence, you decided to speak out, “My family might not trust you, but I do. I know you’re putting up a front like Rhysand did to protect his people. I know deep down you are a kind male who just wants to protect your court. I will stand by your side for as long as you want me.”

That’s all Eris needed to hear before he got on top of you again, “That’s good to know, seeing as I have no intentions of letting you go. You will be the high lady of this court and rule this court for the foreseeable future,” Eris bent down and kissed you again. This time, it was sweet and gentle, unlike the kisses you exchanged while you fucked. He was showing you a side no one has ever seen before, and at that moment, you knew you made the right decision to marry him.

#eris vanserra imagine #eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader #acotar imagine #acotar x reader

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am-i-interrupting · 2 months

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do you mind if i ask for a bimbo gn!reader who thinks they have an unrequited crush on vox all the while being oblivious of vox's own attempt at flirting, please?

Daft Dolls

All that training with Velvette about how not to just pace but run in high heels really did pay off. Not only was it a valuable tool to have in Hell of all places, it was also just pretty damn useful to know in general.

You weren’t running from loan sharks. No, you were running towards a specific hotel. You weren’t in trouble. Far from it. You were excited. You could not wait to see the look on his face.

The doors were slammed open as you barged in. You looked across the lobby of the hotel.

Vaguely you registered other people (a man dressed in red who just appeared out of thin air) but your eyes zoned in on the pink clad spider at the bar.

“The fuck you doing here, toots?”

“I got you out of work!”

Your voices overlapped. Angel Dust looked at you with a raised brow. “What?”

“I got you out of work,” you repeated as you walked towards him, the door closing behind you. “Well, not work but work work. You know, Valentino work. I know it’s not what you wanted but being on set with me is better than being on set with Valentino, right? At least, that’s what I was thinking ‘cause when I went to talk to him about it he was mad. Like mad mad. He threw bottle of rosé at me.”

“Are you okay?” Angel asked.

You batted his hands away from you. “I’m fine. It’s no big deal. He has shit aim anyway. He missed but with the help of Vox I was able to get you off of Val’s set and onto mine!”

Angel Dust just stared at you, absolutely silent.

As he processed what you said, a blonde woman came up beside you. “Um, hi, I’m Charlie. You’re one of Angel’s friends, I guess? It’s so nice to meet you.”

You took her outstretched hand (it was really soft) and shook it. “Nice to meet you too! Angel’s told me about you. I’m—“

“Vox helped you?” Angel asked, coming out of his stupor. “Like TV head Vox? Overlord Vox? That Vox? He helped you get me out of work?”

“Yeah,” you said shaking your head. “He was already up there with Val. I kind of just barged in. I wasn’t thinking. That was probably a stupid thing to do but you were on the news and then you were messaging me all freaked out about what Val was gonna do because you were on the news so I just kind of went up there to talk about it and anyway. Yeah, why?”

He downed the glass that was on the bar beside him. “You’re so oblivious sometimes,” he said.

“What?!”

He pointed a finger at you. “You call me at least once every two weeks and moan and groan about how—“

You clasped your hands over his mouth. “Can we not ta— Ew! Angel!” You yanked your hands back, now covered in his saliva. “Gross!”

He smirked at you and leaned in close, “Just making sure you’re prepared for that hand job he’s gonna get.”

You pushed his shoulder and he pushed you back. This led to you both lightly hitting each other with no real intent to harm one another.

That was until a different woman’s voice sounded through the room, “What the fuck is going on?”

The both of you stopped and turned towards her. Grey skin, white hair, orange eyes, she was gorgeous. You couldn’t help but say as much.

She looked completely thrown off by your blatant statement meanwhile Angel threw his head back with a laugh and Charlie looked over at her with a huge smile.

“Vaggie,” Charlie said in a sing-song voice.

“No,” the woman (Vaggie) immediately responded with. “Absolutely not.”

She turned around and started walking away. “Sorry,” Charlie said before moving to follow her. “But they’d be perfect for the Hotel!”

“No, we’re not having two Angel Dusts,” Vaggie said.

“But, Vaggie,” Charlie’s voice then grew too distant to hear.

Angel waited a moment but then he turned to you again. “You really got me out of work?” he asked, voice so close to sounding fragile.

“Course I did,” you told him. You grabbed his hand. “Your my friend, Angie.” You let go. “I need to go back though. I’m on my lunch break and it’s probably almost over. I just got so excited, I had to come tell you in person.”

Angel pulled you in for a hug and squeezed you with all six arms. “You’re the best, toots.”

“I know, I know,” you said. “Anyway, I gotta go. See ya!”

You blew Angle kissed as you walked backwards to the door. You spun around, prepared to open it when you saw the red clad man from before holding the door open for you.

“Oh, thanks.”

“Of course, my dear,” he said, a radio filter on his voice. “Please, allow me to walk you back. I’d love to thank our mutual friend in person for helping our other mutual friend.”

“You know Vox?”

“Yes, indeed I do, very well, in fact. I’m Alastor. Pleasure to meet you, my dear, quite a pleasure,” he said.

You gave him your name in turn.

The two of you walked together in silence. You did notice as the two of you walked, many people sprinted away which was odd, especially for you.

You were normally approached by people when you were out. They didn’t run away.

See, several years ago youd made a deal with Velvette. You were one of her models and she’d provide you with protection from Hell’s many dangers along with the occasional free clothes as a bonus. Time passed and you and Velvette actually ended up getting along fairly well. She’d put you in her streams, in her posts, she’d hang out with you outside of work. That’s when one day she heard you singing when she invited herself over. A couple days later, you were basically told you were going to make an album. The rest was history.

So, people running from instead of approaching you was different, weird, even strange.

You looked over at your company but he simply wore a smile. You could hear him humming actually, something upbeat and jazzy. You supposed if he wasn’t deterred you shouldn’t be either. Maybe it was just one of those off days in Hell, especially since it was so soon after the extermination.

Eventually you got to the three Vs’ tower. What you didn’t expect was for Vox to immediately teleport to the entryway.

His posture was straight which was normal but it seemed tense. If that wasn’t enough to tip you off the fact that he was still sparking was and his eye strobing definitely was. You followed his gaze to Alastor and found yourself suddenly very cautious of the man.

While Alastor didn’t seem that bad on the surface you’d known Vox longer. You trusted Vox. You more than trusted Vox actually but the point was you took a very lengthy step away from Alastor and toward’s Vox even if he was sparking.

“What marvelous company this one makes,” Alastor said, gesturing to you. “Wouldn’t you say, old friend?”

Vox took a step in front of you. “Get the FUCK out of my territory!” he said.

Alastor’s smile turned into something devious, something knowing, and something very unnerving. He gave a bow and then vanished into the shadows.

Vox placed a hand on your back and guided you inside. “Do not ever go around him again, understand?”

“Yes, sir,” you said. Not once in your half a decade in Hell had you ever seen Vox like this.

He sighed. His sparking calmed down and his eyes stopped strobing. “Sorry, just, um, I— he’s— it’s complicated. Just don’t associate with him.”

“Sorry, I was just going to that hotel Angie’s staying at. He insisted on walking me back, that’s all,” you explained.

“It’s— Wait, what? What hotel?”

“The Happy Hotel that Charlie Morningstar started. There was an ad for it on 666 today before Angel’s fight.”

Vox stopped. “Alastor’s back and he’s staying at a hotel run by Lucifer’s daughter?”

Prior to all of the things that happened two days after the extermination, Vox had already said (as what you assumed was a way to placate Valentino) that he would be personally in charge of directing your music video but it seemed like since Alastor he wasn’t letting you out of his sight. That was silly though.

He did come into your apartment in the tower though and just sat on your couch. That was normal though. Vox did that when he was stressed. He said your apartment was less noisy than staying with the other Vs. Whatever the case, you made him dinner last night.

Now it was the next day and Velvette was dolling you up as she was prone to do. She blended out your lipstick with her finger. Then she put a thick layer of lip gloss on top.

“Pout for me. Perfect. You look pretty, innocent, and fuckable,” she said.

She pulled you out of your chair and to the nearest full length mirror. She was right, as always. She’d given you a very soft blue makeup look for the most part with sharp eyeliner and bold pink and black lips. She had dressed you in a pastel pink cropped sweater, a matching miniskirt with a high pastel blue g-string, and tall white boots. She’d outdone herself but she always did.

She ushered you out of the dressing room after you both got done gawking at yourself and to the set. There you found Angel in a very similar get up but with the pinks and blues reversed.

“You ready to blow this shoot?” Angel asked,

“Wrong kind of shoot for a blow,” you told him.

He rolled his eyes with a smile. One hand of his went around your shoulders. The other went around the waist.

You both went to set and chatted while you waited for Vox to arrive.

It was only a few minutes before he was walking through the doors, a tray of three cups in his hands. He set it down on a nearby table. Velvette went to grab one but he cut her off, taking it instead. You caught sight of her offended expression before it morphed into a done but knowing look. One hand on her hip while the other plucked a different cup off the tray,

Vox turned, now two cup in hand. He caught sight of you and raised an eyebrow. Velvette doubled over laughing. You couldn’t help but wander why. It was too loud to hear what they were saying but it didn’t look like either of them had moved their lips.

Maybe one of Vox’s soundboard noises went off. That was known to happen occasionally but you couldn’t think of why.

You didn’t really get the chance to think of any reasons though as seconds later Vox was in front of you. He extended the hand holding the cup he’d taken from Velvette.

“You look nice,” he said.

“Thanks, Velvette’s work,” you explained, taking the cup from him. You hummed to yourself when you were met with your favorite drink.

“I’m sure that’s not all true,” he said.

You were too busy to notice how his eyes lingered on your face but Angel did. Throughout the next few weeks Angel noticed a lot.

He’d never really seen you and Vox interact before. He would just hear stories from you afterwards and holy fuck. You had to be dense to think this man wasn’t absolutely obsessed with you.

Vox brought you your favorite drink every single day. He complimented you every single day. He would correct and critique everyone else in a very detached way at best and frustrated way more often than not. But with you, he was calm, gentle almost. He took your ideas and incorporated them. He would go out of his way to physically correct your poses or guide you through specific motions. Once you mentioned off handedly that your feet were hurting and there was an early lunch break where he didn’t even eat, he massaged your feet for you.

When Angel brought this up, however, he was brushed off.

“He brought Velvette a drink too.” Yeah, one she complained tasted like piss.

“He does that all the time. It doesn’t mean anything.” Angel had never heard Vox compliment anyone in his nearly seventy years in Hell.

“He just knows me better, that’s all.” Not once had Angel ever seen Vox being even half as kind to Velvette or Valentino.

“I’m sure he does that with other people’s ideas.” Angel remembered being told multiple iterations of the same story with different people, all because they did something as small as suggest different shoes for someone to walk in because it was too loud.

“It’s probably just easier to do that than explain. He knows I’m used to being puppeted around by Vel.” He spent five minutes explaining to Angel what to do instead of just moving his four arms into position.

“Do you want me to give you a foot massage, Angie? All you have to do is ask.” Well, yes, but that wasn’t the point!

Angel watched as Vox laughed at something you said. “Fucking dumbass,” he muttered to himself as he grabbed a yogurt off the snack bar.

“I know, right?” Velvette said, scaring the shit out of him in the process. “You think this is bad? Ugh, imagine being surrounded by it all the time and Voxy’s just as bad and there’s no escaping him. I have to put up with his bitch ass whining all the time. It’s exhausting.”

Angel relaxed enough to lean against the wall. “Kind of makes you want to press them together like dolls and make them kiss, don’t it?” he asked.

“Yeah. . . Wait a minute! That’s it!” Velvette slapped Angel’s shoulder.

She whipped out her phone and started typing frantically. Her legs started kicking from where they dangled over the edge of the snack bar.

Angel peeled open the yogurt and tried to lean to have a look at what she was typing. She was too fast though and shut off her phone with a satisfied smirk.

Her eyes were glued to the pair of you. You pulled out your phone and saw a message from her. You looked over at her with furrowed brows. She just smiled at you manically. You shook your head but gave her a thumbs up.

When lunch break was supposed to be over, Velvette clapped her hands together loud enough it echoed through the room. “Listen up, sluts!” she said, taking control over the room.

You watched as she and Vox had a back and forth which ended with Vox confused on the set couch in a new outfit Velvette poofed on him. It wasn’t anything too far out of his usual style but it was a change. It was simple black slacks and a white button up shirt but the sleeves were rolled past his forearms and several of the buttons were undone. He looked. . . You were staring that’s for sure.

The music came on and you began lip singing. You put your hands on either side of his head. You threw your leg on the other side of his lap and straddled him. You moved your body up and down, not grinding on him due to not sitting on him but it was a close thing. Your face was right in front of his. You tried to hold eye contact with him but for some reason his eyes kept darting down.

“Fuck it,” he said under his breath.

Then an arm was wrapped around your hips forcing you down and a hand was in your hair guiding your head closer to his. Your lips met his and static filled your entire body. His tongue was caressing your mouth, making you feel like you had a mouth full of pop rocks.

You moaned when he flipped you so your back was pressed against the couch. He rolled his hips against yours and you could feel him through his pants.

“Fuck the music video,” he said against your lips. “How would you feel about filming a porno instead?”

“Mmm, kinky,” Angel said.

“I am so sending this to ‘Tino,” Velvette said.

#vox x reader #hazbin vox x reader

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v0rewhxre · 3 months

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Punished Part 2

The very highly anticipated part 2 to my punished blurb I wrote randomly last week! Thank you all so much for the support and love! I was not expecting this story to take off!

Also the first two paragraphs are from part 1 if they seem familiar!

18+ MDNI

CW: [f masturbation, m masturbation, slight throat grasping, p in v unprotected sex, restraint play, blindfolds, sensory play, oral f receiving, edging, pull out method, slightly dom Noah, slightly dom reader, slightly mean Noah, mentions of sex toys, mentions of squirting]

He waited a moment before moving his gaze to me. The expression on his face was cocky, there was no remorse in those eyes from the incident he just pulled. He simply grabbed a t-shirt and wiped himself off, getting up to go about his day.

Before he stepped outside the bedroom door, he turned and said, "If you touch yourself, I will do that again later. If you use your vibrator I will do that every day for the rest of the week, then you'll miss me," He said before walking away leaving me in practically a puddle of my own mess and tears.

*Later that day*

The soft hum of my vibrator was the only sound in our large airy bedroom. There was a slick sweat that coated my entire body. My hips were moving in rhythm, coming off the bed so I could get the most pressure on my clit. Noah had left the house for the afternoon to work on some fancy drum engineering stuff with Matt and Folio. This provided the perfect opportunity to finally get the release I needed.

The entire day sucked. Noah was extremely arrogant and moody all day. I knew this could only mean he was having a hard time with a new song. Although he had done a lot of work in therapy, these mood swings still came out. I didn't mind the mood swings occasionally, usually they led to really hot sex with Noah. Not today I guess...

The pleasure building throughout my pelvis started to become more intense at the thoughts of Noah throwing me around bed. I focused on this one particular time where Noah fucked me so hard I squirted all over him, making a huge mess. We ended up laughing about it for weeks afterwards. To this day I swear I actually peed, but he reassured me that was not the case.

Finally, my orgasm was right on the cusp. I continued the same swirl pattern on my clit allowing myself to go over the edge. I moaned so loudly; all the tension from earlier pouring out of me in waves of ecstasy. Fuck Noah and his stupid fucking rule, if I want to cum I will.

After my orgasm finished I set my vibrator back in the nightstand drawer, remade the bed, and took a quick shower. There would be no evidence for Noah to find.

When Noah came home, he was still a little off but seemed a lot happier. They must have cooked up something real good in the studio. I had no doubt Matt and Folio wrote some insane drum parts for the next album.

"What did you get up to today?" Noah asked quizzically, raising one eyebrow. It took all my energy to keep my cheeks from heating when he asked. I felt bad about lying but I could not deal with watching Noah get off once again without me.

"I just spent the day watching shows, and I did a bit of cleaning," I said casually. It wasn't a lie at all, I had cleaned the house and watched a few episodes of Attack On Titan.

"Interesting," Noah said slowly.

"Interesting indeed," I mimicked his tone.

With that Noah got off the couch and proceeded down the hallway towards our bedroom. I raced to follow his long strides, almost running into him as he stopped at my nightstand right inside the door.

"Are you sure you just cleaned and watched shows?" Noah asked as he opened the drawer to inspect the many toys I had.

"Yes I am sure," I said quietly.

"Try again... this time, don't lie," Noah said as he selected the very vibrator I had used earlier.

I had made one fatal error, I did not clean it off.

"Noah I..." but I was cut off by the a loud sniff. I watched as Noah ran his nose up the entire length of the vibrator, inhaling the now dried arousal I had produced earlier.

"You think I wouldn't recognize the smell of your pussy, y/n?" Noah said placing the vibrator down in the drawer. He turned slowly towards me, his height and muscular frame becoming menacing as the light faded away with the setting sun.

"What did I tell you earlier?" he said taking a step towards me, firmly grasping my throat with his hand. He wasn't cutting off my airway, he knew that was one thing that really scared me, but he knew his grasp could control anything I did.

"Noah, please. I can't watch you jerk off again. It drove me insane. Please, I'll do anything... please just please," I said stifling the sob that was coming up my throat.

"Tskk, y/n that wasn't part of the deal now was it love?" Noah said.

He kept one hand wrapped around my throat while he used the other to slowly pull down his pants. My eyes widened as I watched his cock spring free, already half hard just from the thought of me masturbating. A win is a win I suppose.

I looked up at Noah's eyes, they were pitch black in the dark room. He smirked at me as he leaned down and spit in his hand. My pussy almost flooded the entire room. The fucker knew how much I loved spit. His hand now started slowly moving up and down his cock, the only sound in the room was his saliva smacking as he rubbed.

His eyes rolled back slightly as he let his head hang, he seemed to have been waiting for another release all day. The mere thought he tortured me turned him on. God, I fucking hated him.

"Noah, I will literally get on my knees and beg right now. I cannot do this again," I said urgently as I noticed his pace quickened by the sound of his hand moving back and forth.

His hand let up slightly on my throat, I wasn't sure if it was from my pleads or because he was so turned on he was already falling apart. I used this opportunity to slip from his grasp, jumping into him. I wrapped my arms around his neck, legs around his waist.

Noah stumbled slightly backwards but maintained his balance as I literally attacked him. My mouth was on his before he could protest, our lips colliding with such force I was concerned I knocked a tooth out. I kissed him so deeply, forcing my tongue into his mouth to explore every inch. His tongue battled mine, trying to push mine away with no prevail. His arms snaked around me, resting just above my ass. I had him.

I ground my hips against his cock, the angle allowing me to rub my pussy up his length. I moved at an agonizing pace which earned a few frustrated huffs from Noah's mouth into mine.

Next thing I knew my back was against the bedroom wall, Noah now matching my hip thrusts with his own. His precum leaked all over my body, coating me in a sticky mess. Oh my god was I turned on.

I pulled away slightly, grabbing Noah's ear lob between my teeth. I whispered in a low sensual voice, "Fuck me like the naughty girl I am, Noah".

His cock slammed into me. Hard. I don't even know how it happened, I didn't remember him lining himself with my pussy.

The dark room now filled with the sounds of our skin slapping, us moaning, and my back pounding against the wall. He thrusted so hard I could barely even think, reaching the deepest part of my core.

I let my head fall back, smiling to myself as I knew I had won. Or had I?

Noah moved us to the bed, laying me in the mass of pillows that we had. We were often a little freaky in the bedroom. We had restraints already attached to the posts of our bed, awaiting to be used when Noah and I wanted.

Noah's cock left me while he moved to tie me to the bed. The Velcro cuffs were comfortable around my wrists and ankles. What I wasn't expecting was the sleep mask Noah placed around my head and over my eyes.

I couldn't move and I could not see, a dangerous game to play with a man who loved control.

My senses heightened as the anticipation did, I could feel the bed move but I had no idea where Noah was.

One finger. One finger trailed slowly from my ankle all the way up to my chin. He moved his finger as light as a feather, a trail of goosebumps following in its wake. My clit was practically screaming to be touched as another finger moved over my body, then three fingers fanned their way up. All purposely missing the one place I wanted to be touched. He didn't even give me a nipple touch.

One little kiss. One little soft kiss full of love was placed on my hip. Then another soft kiss on the other hip. One on my stomach. One on my right forearm, then the left. A soft kiss placed on my chin, forehead, right cheek, left. Then Noah softly brushed over my lips with his, a kiss that sent electricity throughout my body as it had the very first time he kissed me.

"I love you, Noah," I whispered out into the room, unsure where he was.

"I love you more," He replied as his finger lightly brushed over my pussy. He didn't apply enough pressure to breakthrough my folds, which was frustrating. My back arched slightly, seeking out his finger again. Instead I was met with hot breath, and one very wet tongue. Noah licked me this time, again he did so very lightly.

He pulled away, lifting one leg with him and placing it over his shoulder. He moved the other on his shoulder. Based on the position I was in, he must have been bent low on the bed or the restraints were let out enough to accommodate.

Teeth. I felt teeth next taking a small bite of my left inner thigh. It was only inches away from my pussy. He took another bite on my right inner thigh. Then he moved back to the other, inching slightly towards my center. Another, then another, then another, then... oh my god!!!

Noah took a small bite and pulled my clit with his teeth. It was hard enough to evoke shock throughout my entire body. It hurt, yet was quite satisfying. I felt my pussy clench around nothing, desperately wanting to be filled again by Noah's cock.

Noah released my clit, then brought his tongue back into the equation by spreading my folds open. His tongue was met with his lips, as he began licking and sucking my entire being. Now my hips began to move again, desperately seeking a release that I needed once again. Noah now moved lower, tongue fucking my pussy expertly by hooking it just inside. He pulled away only to spit on me, acting like his glorious meal was filth. Jesus, I couldn't take this any longer.

My moans began to get louder and louder, and so did the sounds coming from my pussy. The pleasure was now dimly burned in my lower belly, I could feel my toes begin to curl in the restraints.

"Noah, please.... I need to feel you inside... please," I whined desperately.

My legs were off his shoulders, my butt was back on the bed again.

Cock. I felt the head of his cock slowly moving up and down between my folds, doing slow circles around my clit before going back down. He slightly pressed in, just breaking through my entrance before moving back upwards. I moved my hips towards Noah's cock, moving against him to create more friction. He pulled away.

A few moments later he was back, moving slowly up and down again.

"Do you want it?" he cockily said as if he didn't already know the answer. I could hear his stupid smile from where my head rested. As if to prove his point, he put the entire tip in and thrusted only the tip which drove me insane. He pulled out asking again, by emphasizing every word he said, "Y/n, do... you... want.... it?"

"Do you want it?" I threw back, lifting my hips towards where I believed he was sitting. I giggled slightly, knowing I was being a brat and that I drove him crazy.

He chuckled back, "You really are such a naughty girl aren't you? Luckily you have such a pretty pussy".

His cock entered me again, but this time he went in all the way. I had no time to adjust to him before he was slamming into me once again. His arms were wrapped under my thighs, lifting me to the perfect angle. This time I knew he was just as needy as I was, his cock throbbed.

Noah grunted as he picked up the pace even more, his new workout regiment allowed him to have more stamina than ever. He was able to thrust harder and faster for longer. My moans once again filled the room in sync with his. I could hear the sound of our skin slapping against one another. He squeezed my thighs with his hands to keep from loosing grip, we both were coated in sweat now.

"Noah...." I warned, he knew I was close. My pussy was pulsing and throbbing, my orgasm was built up to the max.

"I know," he breathed back.

Suddenly, he was over me completely and his lips were grazing my ear. His moans filled my ears, sending me into a sensory overload as I plunged over. My orgasm came fast, I screamed out Noah's name which I knew probably hurt his ear. He road me through my orgasm for a few seconds before he pulled out. His cum sprayed all over my stomach and lower boobs. I felt each string as it landed on me. I had wished I could see it, but just feeling him release on me was enough. This was a punishment after all.

Once we both were done, Noah plopped on top of me creating even more of a mess for us to clean up.

"You do a great job at making rules and an even better job with your punishments," I laughed into the top of his head, rubbing it in that his punishment was indeed not sufficient for the crime.

"Yeah, yeah," he moaned into the crook of my neck.

I smiled to myself as Noah dozed off, until I realized he fell asleep on me and I couldn't move.

I suppose an impending uti was punishment indeed...

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I hope you all enjoyed! I little different than I intended to write it but this just came to me and I think it works :)

#noah sebastian #noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian smut #nick folio #nicholas ruffilo #jolly karlsson #bad omens smut

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sku11s1asher · 3 months

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Hi omg first time requesting from someone, but like soulmate aus?!?? Can you pretty please (if you can) make one of like arataki itto and the reader (male obvs) where its the first words of your soulmate and ittos first words are like something completely stupid??? Thabk you if you can but its alright if you dont wanna!!

itto x gn/male reader (soulmate au)

notes: i love itto, sorry this took so long bae; i had a fic already but my friends said it sucked so here’s this. i actually need to get a beta reader..i finish fics but i look into them too much and delete it without an actual reason. beta readers hmu frfr ;3

⊹ you always knew your soulmate was the brightest crayon in the box, you got a reminder of it every time you looked at your wrist, ‘worm’ was there.

⊹ though you won’t lie, you were very curious on who they were..who wouldn’t be?

⊹ you lived in liyue, you looked everywhere trying to find your soulmate, but there wasn’t anyone that dumb. at least not that you knew of..

⊹ you complained to your friend, kazuha, about it a lot. eventually he had enough and decided to take you with him on his next trip to inazuma.

⊹ once you arrived in inazuma, you kinda maybe forgot about your soulmate and explored the city looking for interesting things instead of your soulmate.

⊹ you were walking around town talking to kazuha, “what compels someone to do something so stupid?” you asked, “well if you knew him, you'd know he's the definition of stupid,” he responded. all you could think about was how and why a grown man would battle against children, with beetles. “what’s his name again?” “arataki itto.”

⊹ once you heard the man’s name, it immediately reminded you that you needed to look for your soulmate. “kazuha, you’re distracting me from my mission!” “your mission?” “finding my soulmate..?”

meet

⊹it’s been around 3 days, and still no soulmate. you were walking around the city, sulking to yourself about how you’d be alone for life since your soulmate obviously died. you didn’t see the person in front of you since you were too busy thinking about how you’d be alone for life.

⊹ bump. “what the..” it felt like you walked into a brick wall, but before you could fall you felt arms wrap around your waist. “you good, buddy?” the brick wall had a voice?

⊹ you looked up and felt your heart stop, “oh my god.” you were looking at the finest man you’ve ever seen in your life. once you snapped out your gaze you quickly composed yourself.

⊹ “ah, yeah, my apologies.” you took a step back, getting out of his grip. when you apologized, he let out a big smile, “it’s no big deal, im glad you’re okay.” while he was talking, you couldn’t help but take a look at his chest.

⊹ it was like his pecs were basically asking for you to touch them, but you decided to be a good man and not touch this strangers chest.

⊹ “you make me feel funny, like we have a deep connection even though we just met.” his words caught you off guard, “what?” “you must be my soulmate!” he said after a moment.

⊹ you looked at him like he was stupid, “how did you come to that conclusion? you know what, i don’t even want to know. what’s your name?” you asked him with a sigh.

⊹ “arataki itto!” he exclaimed with a huge smie. you immediately busted out laughing. you didn’t expect this guy who looks like he could pick up a house by himself, to be the guy who fought children with beetles.

⊹ you immediately apologized when you saw him pout, “i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to laugh. i just didn’t expect you to be the guy who does the beetle fights.”

⊹ “let me see your wrist.” he asked but he grabbed your wrist before you could answer. after a few moments of closely looking, he hugged you, “i knew it, you’re my soulmate!!”

⊹ you could barely move your arms to hug him back, he was sucking all the air out of your body with the tight hug.

⊹ “cmon, i need to show my soulmate to the gang!” “gang..?”

extra 1:

⊹ “please, just one touch.” you whined while leaning onto ittos chest, your hands slowly going up his stomach.

⊹ “why are you so obsessed with my chest?” he asked with a laugh, but allowed you to touch them.

extra 2:

⊹ “are you really that proud with yourself for beating children?” you asked unimpressed when he bragged about winning matches.

⊹ “you don’t understand! that kid normally beats me! this is a huge accomplishment, y/n!”

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babayagakeanu · 1 month

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Dating a jealous John Constantine (p2)

Before you and John got together, you had your fun, and you had your friends. You were always headed to the next bar with your friends when you first met John in passing. Tall, dark, and handsome, you were immediately drawn to him.

You saw him again when you were closing up your antique bookstore and he stopped in.

“I’m sorry, sir, but we’re closed for the night.” You stare at him as he lights up a cigarette. “And we definitely don’t allow smoking in here, either.”

”Sorry, doll.” Flicking out his cig, he walks up to your counter. “I need a book, and I’m hoping you have it.” He was a little pale, like he’d seen a ghost, and if it wasn’t for your terrified scream at the looming dark figure behind him, you and him would probably be toast right about now.

Ever since he saved both your lives that night, you agreed to drive him around jobs in the city, and it was fun and terrifying at the same time.

he’d started to grow close with you after some time, the sound of your laughter making his stomach do cartwheels, the way your hair smelled right after your shower, and the way you applied your lotion to your legs had him stiffening in his pants. Doing this in front of him was an innocent act on your part, but you were oblivious to the torture you were causing.

Asking john to fasten your necklaces was a common reoccurrence. He was tall and could see the back of your neck anyways so it was just easier for him to do it. He’d fasten the necklace, all the while, holding his breath as to not sigh out in part of the sweet smell wafting from your neck; some old perfume of yours.

You had gotten your first boyfriend some months after meeting John, still oblivious to the huge crush he had on you. Everything was going fine, until John started to act weird around you and your partner.

He’d come out just wrapped in a towel from the shower, and you’d catch yourself staring at him, mouth catching flies as he states, “oh, sorry guys, thought I’d be alone tonight.” He smirks, and he knows what he’s doing.

Your boyfriend would try and talk to john about getting you gifts, asking what you’d like and John would give him wrong answers out of pure jealousy.

Don’t even get me started on how he would be starring daggers at the guy whenever he would kiss or touch you in front of John.

Dude is full on simp-mode at this point

When you finally break up with your current toy, John takes every opportunity to make you realize he’s it for you.

Purposefully placing things on the top shelf so you’d ask him too bring it down, his hands grabbing at your waist, sending shivers up your spine as he steadies himself.

The trailing of his fingers on your nap as he fasten your necklace once more.

The flirtatious teasing and glances from across the breakfast table.

One night, after getting ready to go out with your friends, decked out in makeup and one tight dress, he snaps.

“Don’t go.” He states, standing in front of the doorway.

”John, don’t be an ass, I’m going out with my friends. Please move.”

“I said, don’t go.” He stands up from leaning against the door wand walked towards you like a predator tracking his prey. “I said, don’t go because I don’t want to see you with anyone else but me.”

Your mouth opens and shuts as your brain rewires itself. “What do you mean, John?” You finally finds the words as you realize you’ve backed yourself into a corner.

”I love you, y/n. i fucking love you and it hurts me to see another man touch what’s rightfully mine.” He kisses you hard, and you find yourself melting, wrapping yourself in cig smoke and whiskey as the door closes, cutting out the sound of your laughter and John’s.

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I’m sorry if this sux. I’ve been dealing with a nasty head cold but i wanted to get this out for you guys. Please enjoy!!

#keanu reeves x reader #fluff #new post #john constantine x reader #john constantine 2005

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Can you write about CC inspired by the song Nobody Gets Me by Sza

Like how your the only one she opens up to and completely trusts

Nobody gets me . CC

pairing: caitlin clark x reader

synopsis: nobody gets me by sza

A/N: avoided the angsty part of this song cause i feel like i’ve been in too much of an angsty mood LMAO! enjoy loves !

for a while, you and caitlin had an on and off relationship. sometimes you only got together just to hook up, at some point you tried being official for while, but nothing had ever really stuck and you just continued on with your normal back and forth routine. it worked well for the both of you, too busy with school and basketball that you didn’t want to pester each other with means of labeling your relationship. but you found comfort within each other and practically spent every waking moment with one another. to be completely transparent, you’d always had really intense feelings for her, but you didn’t want to ruin such a beautiful thing you had had with her already.

graduation was approaching swiftly, and you found that the two of you were hanging out much less often. cait was dealing with the championship and procrastinating saying her goodbyes to her team. and you were finishing up your studies and internships. when she did come over, though, she was extremely exhausted and distant.

you had sensed that something was bothering her, but you didn’t want to push it. knowing caitlin, she got stressed and overwhelmed about a lot of things and she hardly ever talked about it. when she did speak about what was on her mind she had to do it on her own terms.

on one particular wednesday night, however, she had shown up at your door in tears. a rare scene to behold. you’d never seen her cry unless it was after a huge loss for iow, but even then, it wasn’t like this. she was hiccuping from the sobs, with her face red from running her hands down her face.

“caitlin…hey what’s going on?” she said nothing as you immediately ushered her into your apartment. you got her situated on your couch, telling you’d be just a second and you were going to grab her some tissues and water.

“no!” she cried, grabbing your wrist as you attempted to leave “don’t leave me please”

you sat down next to her, extremely worried. “i won’t, im right here, are you sure you don’t want anything?”

she shook her head violently and collapsed into you. her face hidden somewhere between your neck and shoulder, trying to suppress her sobs. her whole body shook as she continued crying, you rubbed her back and smoothed her hair, trying to calm her down.

“cait, you’re making me nervous, what’s going on?” you urged again.

“i’m so scared, YN” you grabbed her shoulders and forced her to look at you.

“of what?”

“of this” you looked at her extremely confused. “of graduating, of moving on, of saying goodbye to the team…”

“cait those are very normal things to be upset about, you shouldn’t have to be scared to continue on this amazing path you’re-” wiping away some of her tears with your thumb, you tired to comfort her before she cut you off abruptly.

“but i’m scared of losing you” her eyes squeezed shut in frustration, so overwhelmed by with these feelings coming out all at once.

“me? what are you talking about?”

“i just-” she tried to steady her breathe “i’ve realized that i haven’t taken this thing we’ve had seriously enough. i-i’ve been thinking about what’s going to happen when we go our separate ways…and i don’t want that YN, i don’t think i can be without you.”

“hey,” you grabbed her hand “i’ll always be here, we’ll still call and text and when you’re in town we can grab lunch! i’m not just gonna stop being your friend, silly!”

“but i don’t want to be your friend!”

you were struck with shock at her statement, completely unaware of where this was all coming from.

“the closer we get to separating from each other, the more i’ve become of aware of how much i’m fucking in love with you”

her eyes were studying your facial features, trying to pull a reaction from you, but you stood completely starstruck.

“nobody gets me like you do,” her voice cracking, close to crying again. “i don’t think i can be away from you. im scared it’s too late and i don’t want to lose what’s left of you..of what we have. and, i’ll be honest, i don’t want to see you with anyone else but me. nobody gets me like you do, im serious. i only like myself when i’m with you”

you felt yourself about to cry too, you had no idea she felt this way.

“you’re the only one i can actually be myself with. and you’re the only person i want to be around every second of the day. and i know it sounds crazy, and i don’t expect you to put everything on hold just because i’m sitting here crying and dropping this huge love bomb on you but i-”

you cut her off, throwing your arms around her shoulders, and pulling her into a gentle kiss. you could feel your tears mix together as you desperately pulled her in closer. after wanting her all to yourself, your feeling were finally reciprocated and it felt like you were on cloud 9.

“i love you, caitlin” you pulled away, smiling “i’m not going to leave you”

“thank you,” she said with her tears finally dried “for loving me, for trusting me, and for staying. i don’t think i could make it without you”

she stayed the night at your place that night. she told you about all the stuff she had kept hidden away when she started becoming distant; she told you about the stress of classes and the team and the draft. everything. she felt like she could stay up all night with you and completely e open up to you because nobody gets her like you do.

#caitlin clark x reader #caitlin clark #wcbb #wcbb x reader #sza #sza imagine

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crownmemes · 1 month

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Not So Happily Ever After Sentences, Vol. 2

(Sentences for the aftermath of a broken relationship. Adjust phrasing where needed)

"You're not gonna make this easy, are you?"

"There's nothing worse than loving someone who's never going to stop disappointing you."

"If you'd cared from the start, none of this would have happened."

"I missed you, and I didn't realise how much until I saw you yesterday."

"There is no us. There was once, but now there isn't."

"I don't suppose it's occurred to you that I might hugely prefer someone else?"

"At some point, you'll need something more. You'll need someone who can give you something I can't."

"You’re doing this because you can’t deal with your feelings for me."

"I was in love once."

"Do you regret marrying me?"

"I thought we were going to grow old together..."

"Do you see why I told you it would be best to forget me?"

"Love is something I can never feel again."

"I'm packing to leave, and I won't be coming back."

"I'm not going to kiss you, no matter what you say."

"I put that all behind me a long time ago."

"I want things to go back to the way they were before we started dating."

"I always knew that you were the one. I just didn't have anything worked out, that's all."

"Sometimes I wish that we had never slept together."

"If you're looking for a happy ending, you've come to the wrong place."

"Once is a mistake. Twice is a decision."

"You wouldn't want to spend your future on a man like me."

"Why did you come back?"

"I know this is weird for you, but you need to figure out a way to be okay with it."

"I guess I was right about you."

"It's over between us. I'm sorry, I can't explain why."

"Do you remember the last time we danced?"

"I'm glad that you came into my life, even if it was only for a little while."

"Some relationships aren't meant to happen."

"I know you didn't mean to hurt me, and that should count for something, but it doesn't. It just doesn't."

"Do you remember how many times you said you loved me?"

"You can either have a life with me, or you can have a life with him. It can't be both."

"How come we always end up like this?"

"I don't love you, so just accept it and move on with your life instead of making everyone miserable!"

"I know this is awkward, but we need to talk."

"However much it hurt, I did have a right to break up with you."

"Let's not be one of those sad, desperate holiday hookups."

"It's over. I'm done."

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #assorted;#sad;#romance;

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shisnhou · 2 years

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tw: mind break (?) and exhibition. do tell if i missed any!

the hills

as a working man who loves to indulge himself and dip out of reality when he‘s working, nanami kento hates being disturbed, whether it may be through a simple clack of a click pen, or a sound of someone slurping their coffee, he absolutely hates it.

and most especially, he hates being disturbed when he‘s spending quality time with you.

"k- ken!" you‘re yelling his name, desperately holding onto the head board with your fingers slipping with every second due to the sweat glistening your skin. meanwhile, nanami from behind you grunts quietly, feeling his own sweat drip down his skin as he feels you tighten around him like a vice grip.

"feeling good, angel?" he asks the question by sweetly whispering into your ear. his hands are tightly holding you by your waist, as he thrusts deep into you, with the natural curve of his pretty and huge cock just hitting your insides in the best way possible.

"mhm!" you‘re babbling your answers that are slowly becoming almost incomprehensible words. your spit slipping from the corner of your mouth, eyes crossing themselves as you hold onto your last piece of sanity. "f- feels so good ken!" you add with your tongue almost lolling itself out of your mouth.

"yeah?" his much bigger hand holds your jaw not so tight and turns your face to look at you. his brown orbs laced with lust meet with your teary yet pleasured ones, making him smile in pure lust. "if you‘re feeling so good then keep yourself here f‘me okay? don‘t slip away from me okay?" he softly orders— not asks— directly under your ear, kissing the sweet spot on your neck.

"o- okay-" you respond, smiling sweetly back at him. "i‘ll be a good girl for you k- ken." it‘s almost as if you have hearts forming in your eyes, just for him; triggering him to almost lose it. in his eyes, there‘s also a certain glint as he looks at you a reserved for you and you only, the same glint in his eyes that stays when he sees you with that sweet smile on your face.

"mhm, be a good girl f‘me okay? and i‘ll—"

and then his phone suddenly rings.

his thrusts don‘t stop as he looks at his phone and then looks back at you. with swift fingers, he kills the call and goes straight back at you; pretending as if it never happened. however, not even a mere minute later, it rings again. for the second time, he‘s killing the call with a suppressed groan , apologizing underneath his breath with his dick still making you go crazy.

"‘m sorry angel, these people just don‘t—" and for the third time, once again, his ring tone blares throughout the room, comparing to the sounds of your pornographic moans, the music in the background, and the skin slapping around the room. "—seem to know how important my quality time with you is." he hisses.

"‘s okay ken, we can finish later." you deliriously smile at him, assuring him with a kiss on his cheek. but nanami kento raises a brow at you, looking at you confused.

"finish later? you think i‘m halting our time together for them?" and in one sudden fluid move: he‘s flipping you and him. now, he‘s underneath you, while you‘re on top of him.

"k- ken?" you‘re flustered, stuttering, whereas he reaches out for his phone with one hand on your ass, kneading the soft skin. "what‘re you up to?" the uncertainty and anxiety lacing your voice does nothing but make him smirk as his fingers lay over the green button on his phone.

"if they‘re going to disturb me: they‘re gonna have to deal with what they‘re disturbing."

and then his finger presses on the green button.

"keep going baby." he presses a chaste kiss to your lips.

his hand ushers you to move, grabbing your ass and making you ride him steadily just the way he likes it. his eyes are on you, and his tongue darting across his lips.

"what do you want?" his voice, although it seems bored, his face tells a different story. a teasing look stays on his face, his eyes squinting in excitement and pleasure as he watches you. his index finger moves to the front of his lips, signifying you to keep quiet.

"i already s— sent you the files." he‘s grinning ear to ear although the middle of his sentence has been cut off because of the feeling of you clench around him tightly. "a week ago, i did. don‘t you try to mess me around."

"no. i didn‘t. i‘m sure." he‘s looking deep into your eyes. the same hand that was on your ass now moving up your nipple, squeezing and tugging at it delectably. the sensation has gotten you to bite down your lip, forcing you to stop the moan from exiting your lips.

"k— ken i‘m close.." you mumble, both your hands now beside each side of his head to support yourself before you could fall on his chest. nanami nods at that, kissing your neck and making a light red hickey before he whispers something you can‘t catch.

"i‘m busy right now, i‘ll get to it later." and then, he‘s thrusting up into you. the sudden pressure and pleasure catches you off-guard, eliciting another erotic moan from you, and instead of stopping you, he seems to be encouraging you: by thrusting his cock in a better angle.

"ken 'm so c- close." you whisper into his other ear. the clenching around his cock makes him go almost ballistic, making him pull you into a searing kiss despite the person on the other line still being present.

"‘m close too pretty." he whispers against your lips, situating the bottom one softly between his teeth. he then loses all sorts of restraint as both hands of his hold your waist, forcing you down on his cock and meeting the thrust halfway, his tip sweetly kissing at your sweet spot once more.

"kento!" and then you‘re moaning so loudly, so lewdly, so sinfully that nanami doesn‘t even have it in him to stop you from doing so, simply allowing it and even letting himself release a loud groan of your name as well.

the other side of the phone has been long forgotten, however the man on the other side is still calling for nanami; frantically yelling his name. nanami curses the man underneath his breath as kisses you tenderly and runs a hand through your hair.

"i‘m gonna have to get back to you later, i‘m busy— busy with what? i‘m doing something— something? i‘m doing the love of my life. i‘ll call you back."

i think i made errors idfk

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acourtofwhatthefuck · 1 year

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20 with lucien bestie. i know you’ll do it justice 😏

Here you go, love. With a classic “there’s only one bed” trope😏💋

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“Go. The fuck. To sleep.”

Lucien sighed rolling onto his back beside you. He stared up at the ceiling. “I can’t.”

“Well try.”

Granted, the inn you and your friend, Lucien, had found yourself in was draughty and dingy, and the late hour had meant there was only one bed available between you. A bed as hard as nails in a freezing cold room.

But your attempts to sleep had been hindered by Lucien’s constant complaining.

Your eyes were just beginning to grow heavy once more when he spoke again. “It’s freezing in here.”

You heaved a sigh. “Move closer to me, then.”

There was just a momentary pause before the bed was dipping beneath Lucien’s weight, and his warm, hard front was flush to your back. He draped an arm over you, his breath tickling the back of your neck and his earthy scent filling your nose.

With a soft smile, you buried into your pillow. You and Lucien had been travelling all day, and exhaustion was heavy in your limbs and mind.

But pleasant as Lucien’s body heat was, the chill in the air was bone-deep, a cold that weeded its way beneath your skin and held itself there.

You tugged Lucien’s arm tighter around you, wriggling back against him. And beneath the blanket, the two of you huddled together, it wasn’t long before you were drifting off.

Until Lucien’s body went rigid behind you.

“Uh…”

“What is it?” You mumbled sleepily.

“…don’t move.” He cleared his throat. “…I, uh…I’m hard…”

It was your turn to go utterly still, then.

You and Lucien had been close friends for years. Had been known to flirt with each other here and there, but…never more than that.

And yet sure enough, you realised the clear, hard evidence of his arousal was pressed against your backside, straining against the soft, loose trousers he wore to bed.

You swallowed, trying to think. Of what to do, what to say.

“…sounds like a personal problem.” You quipped.

“Yeah…” Lucien laughed awkwardly. “Yeah.”

You snapped your eyes shut, trying not to think about why Lucien was hard. Was it just poor timing? Or did you…did you actually have such an effect on him? You couldn’t help wondering if maybe…maybe he’d reacted in such a way to you before.

You shook the thoughts off. The two of you needed to sleep. You shifted in your spot, bundling under the blankets—

A soft, quick moan sounded from behind you.

“Stop,” Lucien gritted out, “writhing against me.”

“Sorry.” Your cheeks flushed. “Maybe you should go to the bathroom and deal with that.”

“It’ll sort itself out if you stop writhing against me.”

You sighed, forcing yourself to keep completely, utterly still. Focused on one little nick in the wood dresser a few feet away from you. Begged sleep to find you.

But you were wide awake, now. All too aware of the fact that sleep was also evading Lucien. All too aware of the fact that his little problem was not going away on its own.

Heaving a heavy sigh, you couldn’t quite believe what you were doing — your boldness — as you flipped over onto your side. So that you were now facing Lucien, your faces mere inches from each other. Breaths mingling.

He swallowed, his deep, russet eyes boring into yours. “…what are you…”

“Helping.” You said. “So we can both get some sleep.”

His lips parted as though he was going to question you more, but you cut him off. Leaned forward and captured his mouth in a kiss.

You felt him gasp against you, felt him go still. And you thought, for a split second, that perhaps you’d made a huge error of judgement. That perhaps he wouldn’t kiss you back.

But then his hand was on your cheek, brushing back your hair and tangling within the strands. He rang his tongue over your lips, and you opened up, allowing him to slip inside and mingle his taste with yours.

You kissed him hard, deeply, and slid your hand between your two bodies. Slid it under his shirt, brushing the hard panes of his stomach, the fine dusting of hair that trailed from his navel, down—

Your fingers found his elasticated waistband, and you tugged it down. Freed his firm, hard cock from the torturous confines of the cotton trousers.

Lucien gasped against you again, as you brushed your fingers over his cock. Around the head and down the length of him, the rock-solid shaft, the bumps and ridges and the velvety skin.

Your palm found the swelled head once more, slick with moisture that you mopped up with your hand. Lucien peeled his lips from yours, glancing between your bodies at the sight of you palming his cock. His eyes darted to yours.

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, hissing as your thumb circled the head.

You stared back at him. “Do you want me to stop?”

“Fuck, no.”

You smirked. “Well, then.”

You leaned in, kissing him again, and your slick hand began to move up and down, finding a steady rhythm. A soft moan caught in Lucien’s throat that he huffed into your mouth.

“Like that?” You mumbled against him. “Feel good?”

“Yes,” he gasped. “Fuck, Y/N.”

You couldn’t resist a triumphant smile, enjoying the increase of his breaths, the way they hitched in his throat. His eyes dipped downwards once more, watching his cock fuck your hand, and he bit down on his bottom lip, tipping his head back.

“Gods,” he groaned as you pumped him faster. “So good.”

“Yeah?” You studied his face closely; every minuscule expression as his brow furrowed in pleasure, his mouth opening and closing around his noises. “Gonna cum for me?”

“Carry on like that and I’ll be cumming very soon.”

Good. That was what you wanted. To feel him spilling into your hand, hot and thick. You were sopping wet between your legs, pressing them together and clenching around nothing, but this was about him. His pleasure.

Your rhythm picked up, your hand pumping Lucien harder, faster, and his hips were beginning to buck against you. He damn near whimpered when you suddenly let go of him.

And definitely whimpered when you pulled back. Scooted down and took his cock into your mouth.

“Holy gods,” his hips jerked as you rolled your tongue around him, his fingers threading in your hair. “Gods, Y/N, yes.”

“Mhm.” You hummed, sending a delicious vibration through him. “Fuck my mouth.”

You heard him curse beneath his breath, and his hand stilled on your head.

And then he was bucking his hips up, up into you, well and truly fucking your mouth.

His taste was slightly salty, the feel of him velvety smooth, even as he went harder, faster, rougher. You couldn’t help moaning, sinfully loving the feeling of him invading you like this. You reached down, cupping his balls.

“Oh fuck!”

A growl — no, a roar — came from deep within his chest. The movements of his hips stuttered, and he managed only a few more thrusts before he was stilling, holding you still on him as he spilled into your mouth.

He moaned and groaned and whimpered through his release, his body trembling with its force. And you swallowed every drop of thick, hot cum. Enjoyed every single bit of it.

Only when there was nothing left to swallow, and his hips had lowered back down to the bed, did you pull your mouth off of him. You straightened yourself out, locking your eyes with his, and swiped your thumb over your mouth.

Lucien watched every moment of your performance, his chest still heaving. He swallowed, eyes flicking down to your lips.

“Mother above,” he murmured breathlessly. “That was—wow.”

“I’m glad you think so.” You tucked him back into his trousers, noting the shudder that wracked through him. “Now—sleep.”

He pulled you down with him, tucking you into his side, and it wasn’t long before the two of you drifted off to sleep.

And you were shamelessly glad, after all, that there’d only been one bed.

#acotar #prompt #smut #lucien x reader #ask #lucien vanserra #lucien smut #acotar smut #oneshot

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graciegoeskrazy · 5 months

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hi <3 can you do dad!matty and daughter!reader and shes dealing with her first heartbreak?

you’re all i need

Matty Healy + Teen!Daughter!reader (ft The 1975)

warnings: cheating, men, some language

a/n: HI! i’m back again. thank you to the LOVELY anon who requested this. I hope you enjoy! Also - ty to everyone who has sent a request! I promise you I will get to ALL of them as soon as i can. anywhoooo i like how this one turned out and i hope u like :)

The boys never heard the bus pulling up to the house. It wasn't until the front door slammed that they realized you were home. They were all in the kitchen talking when you arrived. Usually - especially if they're all home - you would run straight to all of them and talk and rant about your day. But this time it was noticeable that you were acting quite different.

“Hi, darling!” Your father yelled from the kitchen.

You gave a solemn, “Hey.” before running upstairs as quickly as possible, trying to not let them see your tear-stained face.

“You okay?” Adam asked.

You continued your trek upstairs, never once looking at them.

“Yeah just tired.”

That fact that you didn't run straight to them was a huge giveaway, but the slight crack in your voice set off an alarm in all of them.

They all exchanged looks. Some of worry, and some of confusion. Matty sighed before putting his drink down on the table.

“I’ll be right back he said.” And he made his way up to you.

…

Your biggest pet peeve in the entire world is when your dad didn't knock on your door. He learned his lesson several times and always made a point to knock ever since you yelled at him for it, but this time he just opened it without a knock or anything, afraid you might have been hiding something.

The door swung open and revealed you sitting on the other side of your bed, phone in hand, with tears threatening to spill out again.

You whipped away the tears as normally as you could, trying to not track any attention. “Hi.” He said, almost comically. You replied with a small “Hi.”

“How was school?” he said, starting to make his way into your room.

“Fine.” You quipped.

“Fine?”

You just nodded and let out a slight hm, trying to move this convo along as fast as possible.

He shook his head.

“Well, we both know that’s bull shit.”

You sighed and stood up to face him, ushering out the door. “Dad, I just don’t want to talk about it.” Tears fully falling out again. He put his hands on your shoulders urging you to sit on the bed.

“If you’re this hurt about it darling, I think we should.” You gave up and fell onto the bed, your face hiding in your pillows.” He slowly sat down next to you, asking “Is it about school?” while doing so.

“No.” You said the sound being muffled by your pillows.

“Friends?” He asked stroking your back, coaxing you to come out.

“No!” you yelled into the pillows.

“Issac?”

You didn’t respond, which let your dad too his answer.

“Ahhhh…jackpot.” He said.

You just sighed.

“Bad date?”

“No.”

“Lovers quarrel?”

“Not exactly.”

Matty didn't want to say what he was about to say but he had to make sure…

“Did you guys…do something you weren’t supposed to?”

“Dad!” You yelled while sitting up.

He put his hands up in defense. “I just have to make sure.”

You slumped against the headboard. “Come on, darling. You tell me everything! That shouldn't stop because of guy stuff. I am a guy! I can help you out.”

You just continued to cry. By now you were full on sobbing. It took your dad back. Whatever was happening, he now knew it was serious. You fell into him and sobbed into his shirt. “Woah, honey. What happened.”

“He cheated on me.” You managed to say during sobs.

“What?” Your father was completely shocked.

You sat up again before speaking. “A girl came up to me during lunch. She told me that she and Issac had been dating for a month. He told her that he broke up with me a while ago, but found out the truth from a friend and she felt bad so she wanted to tell me.” You let out a small sniffle.

“Oh, honey. Have you talked to him?” He asked.

“Yeah. At first, he was all defensive. He said that he could have any other girl he wanted but he chose to stay with me and that I should be thankful. He started yelling and when he finally admitted it I asked why and he said ‘Because at least she lets me fuck her.’ and stormed off.”

The door immediately opened revealing Ross storming inside, George tying to hold him back, and Adam, Carly, and Jamie all behind them still trying to process everything they’ve been hearing. “What?!” Ross said, almost breaking down the door.

“Really?!” Matty said.

“We were worried.” Ross shrugged.

“This ain’t your business mate, fuck off.”

This time, George chimed in. “She’s our niece and goddaughter. If she comes home sobbing her eyes out, we're gonna convey some worry.”

This was getting too much for you. You yelled very loudly, trying to get them to all stop. “Enough! Everyone out! Please I just want to be alone.”

Matty sighed and kissed the top of your head before heading out. “As you wish.” He said. He ushered the others to leave while silently yelling at Ross.

…

Matty was sitting on the couch watching some trash reality TV show when he decided it was time for him to head up to bed. It was pretty late, everyone had gone home well before, and he was ready to pass out. He hasn't spoken to you since when you came home, other than sending a small text asking if you wanted any food to which you did not reply. As he walked upstairs and past your room, he heard quiet sniffles coming behind your door. He opened the door slightly, and peaked his head through. “Baby?” he asked. He saw you curled up in bed with tears streaming down your face, with a vinyl playing silently in the corner of your room. “Oh, my love.” He said. Immediately sitting on the bed and scooping you up into his arms.

You were a fucking wreck. You couldn't get Issac out of your mind. You couldn't help but think that you were dumb enough to waste almost a year of your life on someone who ended up probably never caring about you. Your head was swerling with thought, and Matty caught you right in the nick of time.

You cried into his arms. “It hurts, Daddy.” You said.

He brushed your hair back and laid you back down on the bed, tucking you in and lying next to you. “Oh, my sweet girl.”

“Why was I so stupid?”

This is what Matty feared, that you would blame some prick's biggest mistake on yourself. “You are not stupid.” He said.

“Yes, I am. I’m a stupid girl who was convinced someone loved her.” You said, crying into his chest.

“Hey! For the last time, you are not stupid. You are the wisest, kindest, most beautiful, and charming soul I have ever laid my eyes upon. And some bloke named Issac is stupid and blind and couldn’t see the absolute gift he had in front of him.”

Your cries turned into quite sniffles. “This will pass. Eventually. I promise you.”

“How do you know? You’ve been cheated on before?”

He laughed a little. “No. I’m the one who did the cheating.”

You looked up at him. “What? Dad!”

“I know. I was an idiot who was not worthy of someone's love - someone who you will never know about -”

You rolled your eyes.

“So that’s how I know for sure that Issac is an idiot who didn't see the absolute gift he had in front of him because I was that same idiot.”

You stayed quiet, not entirely sure of what to say. Matty caught sight of something on your nightstand.

“Did you eat that whole gallon of ice cream?”

“I just got cheated on. Give me a fucking break.”

“I’m not judging.” He said, smiling.

“I thought that’s what you're supposed to do during a break up. Eat ice cream and listen to Taylor Swift non-stop.”

“That’s one way of doing it.”

“I can’t stop listening to ‘Death by a Thousand Cuts’”

“I don’t think that’s very healthy.”

You smiled. “What can I say, I’m obsessed with your ex-girlfriend.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” he said, getting out of bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed and tucked you in again. “You okay? For right now at least?”

“Yeah. You made it better.”

He smiled. You continued.

“And Taylor did too.”

“I’m leaving.” He said, turning away. You laughed hysterically.

“You fumbled the bag mate!”

“Goodnight!” he slammed the door, smiling.

…

When the next day rolled around you panicked when you realized you slept through your alarm. You checked your phone and saw a text from your dad that he had sent while you were asleep. “No school today. I turned your alarm off last night while you were sleeping. If you wake up be ready to leave by 11. I have to go into the studio today and I want you to come with me.”

You were quiet the entire car ride. Usually, you forced your dad to give you aux rights but this time you sat in sullum silence as you watched rural Londen pass you by. Your dad definitely noticed but he didn’t want to push you into a conversation. He knew you were very fragile at the moment and whenever you were uncomfortable you retreated to your little shell so to speak like you were doing now. He didn't want to ruin that, so he left you alone.

When you arrived at the studio you took a deep breath before getting out of the car. Your dad wrapped an arm around your shoulder and pressed a kiss to your head as you both walked in together. You were greeted with Ross who was sitting in one of the lounge chairs right by the door. All of them have been briefed by Matty. He sent a text saying, ‘Baby is coming w/ today. She’s still heartbroken. Try to make her less heartbroken. She’ll prob cry every 2 minutes so be prepared.’ Ross had his usual chipper attitude that he only ever showed when he was around you. “Hey! There’s our favorite girl!” he opened his arms wide awaiting a hug from you. You smiled a little bit and accepted it. “How’ve ya been?” he asked pulling away. “Very shitty.” You replied while wiping away a few tears that had escaped during the hug. “Yeah, getting your heart broken will do that to you.” You shrugged and smiled. George came up to you next, offering his drumsticks. “Feeling like hitting something?” You shrugged then replied, “Yeah actually.” he smiled. “Go for it.”

Once you were behind the other side of the glass getting a beat going, George spoke up. “So, when are we killing him?”

Adam laughed before adding, “We’re not killing a kid.”

“Why not? He broke our girl's heart.”

Ross chimed in too. “We have his address and phone number and an array of kitchen knives, I say we give it a go. Right, Matty?”

Your father was just watching you play, as always mesmerized by your talents at such a young age. “As much as it’s entertaining, y/n wouldn’t want it.”

Ross clicked his tongue. “Yeah, you’re right.”

Matty turned to the boys.

“We’ll just give him dirty looks every time we pick y/n up from school.”

#matty healy #matty healy x daughter!reader #matty healy x reader #matty the 1975 #matty x reader #x daughter!reader #the 1975

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makosworld · 9 months

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Double Team!

diluc x f!reader x kaeya

A/N: dedicated to my love for them. not shipping kaeya x diluc in this btw. hope you enjoy ;)

Notes/warnings: non descriptive smut, separate smut with each

You are but a measly worker at Dawn Winery.

“Hey, you bitch, get over here and take this barrel upstairs,” some random higher up worker calls to you. Obliging you carry the barrel upstairs, however, it’s slightly blocking your vision and you take a wrong turn.

…

Placing down the barrel, you find yourself in an unfamiliar hallway. Looking around you decide to go back the direction you came from. Bending down to pick up the barrel you hear footsteps coming up behind you. You turn to see a man with beautiful blue hair cascading down his shoulder, as he speaks. “I wasn’t aware there was going to be a guest up here, Diluc?” Turning you spot another man. This one, Diluc, has fiery red hair falling elegantly down his back. He stares at you a moment too long before looking back to Kaeya who has a sly glint in his eye.

“Funnily enough, Kaeya, I wasn’t aware either. Who are you, miss?” He asks, looking you up and down.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, sir. I think I took a wrong turn, because I couldn’t see around this huge barrel and then-” Coming closer, Kaeya puts a thumb over your lips. Your rambling comes to a stop in a second and you’re left looking at him incredulously. He's staring at you. “W-what..”

“Can we keep her? She’s far cuter than you Diluc.”

“WHAT!”

“Kaeya, please sto-“

“Relax, both of you. I was merely joking.”

“I’m sorry, for my.. brother. Please, come have a drink, with me.” He offers placing a hand on your lower back, in attempts to guide you along with him. The offer to be alone with your boss, in his office...

“Sir… really it was no big deal, and plus I can’t just leave the wine barrel in the hallw-” You get cut off again.

“That’s why Kaeya will be doing that for us, right dear brother?” Diluc looks at him with a cocky grin, tempting him to refuse.

…

You. Diluc. Alone. In his office. Placing his grape juice glass down he asks, “So, clearly you work for my winery; are you new to the company? Apologies for not knowing. I used to hire people myself, but the company has really grown and I can’t seem to find time for it.” He says looking at you remorse in his expression.

You place down your glass, as well, and lean over denying his worries, “Oh, of course it’s nothing to apologize over, I’m sure your very busy. I doubt you would remember me, anyways, I’m but a measly low ranking worker.” Surprised at your insistence and the position you’ve placed yourself in, your upper body leaning against his wooden desk he stops for a second and stares at you. Eyes roaming your frame.

“I think you’re worth far more than you give yourself credit for.. oh, it seems I didn’t catch your name..?” Giving him your name he hums, and repeats it; the sounds rolling of his tongue smoothly. It sounded so beautiful from his mouth, his lips and tongue… You move to pick up your glass, but your hands are moist with sweat (is it getting hotter in here?) and the glass slips from your grip. You startle and the glass falls onto your lap and the liquid onto your shirt, making it sheer. Diluc raises, and pushes your chair back to sit in between your legs on the ground. His hands grabbing onto your thighs.

“Are you alright?” Face filled with worry he finds the glass hasn’t broken and you’re not hurt. Relaxing he picks it off your lap and places it onto the table.

“I’m fine Diluc, don’t wor-“ And you, never being able to catch a break, are cut off once again.

“No, no, come with me,” taking your hand he leads you to his private bedroom. It’s clean, doesn’t seem like he uses it much other than for sleeping. He leads you to his bed, prompting you to sit. “Remove your shirt, please.”

“W..what..”

“Ahm- you’ll need a change, because your shirt is ruined, I mean.” He rummages through a drawer before pulling out a shirt. “This should do, right?” Thanking him, you unbutton your shirt while he looks away. Then, the door slams open and in walks Kaeya.

“Finally, found you, guys. What have you two been…” His face lights up with surprise seeing your shirt halfway down your arms. Surprised you try and put it back on.

“Wow, did Diluc actually seduce someone?” Kaeya teases moving his way closer to you. “I really didn’t appreciate having to leave you and my brother alone-“

“You say that as though you are someone to be trusted alone with,” Diluc cuts Kaeya’s accusations off with his own.

“Well, if I was alone with her I would’ve made a move much faster than you, after all I’m not such a coward. In fact, watch this…”

…

You’re on Kaeya lap. Your shirt is laying somewhere on the floor. Kaeya’s fingers tease along your sides leaving a burning feeling where they touched your skin. After fighting off his outer accessories and clothes he’s left with only his pants. His hands travel along your skin and with a suspicious amount of precision he clicks and slides off your bra in one fluid motion. He continues roaming his hands across your torso, when he lifts your face to meet his. He kisses you slowly and as you begin to melt into the kiss he rubs a finger over your chest. When you let out a gasp, he slides his tongue into your mouth. His tongue explores your mouth and you can feel him smirking against your lips. Parting for air his mouth moves down to your neck leaving wet kisses and bruises in it’s wake, and his mouth lowers to your chest. His movements force a whimper out of your mouth. You begin to fumble with his belt before removing it completely.

…

He's got you laid against the bed. Hovering over you, “You sure this is okay, love?” At your conformation, he moves his fingers to your mouth, signaling for you to open it. His fingers are warm, and as you run your tongue along them and suck, he lets out a groan. His fingers, wet with your spit, move down…

…

Kaeya moves his hips at a fast pace, his head in your neck, muffling his moans of your name. You grip the sheets as his name tumbles out of your lips. The burning feeling comes closer with every one of his thrusts until.. “..k-kaeya.. I’m..”

…

Diluc shifts in his seat after watching the scene in front of him unfold. He’s already striped himself to his underwear and is noticeably erect. Kaeya kisses your hand and bides you a good time, leaving you with Diluc.

Climbing off the bed still wobbly you almost trip, but he shoots up to steady you. You push him back into his rooms desk chair, and climb onto his lap. You lean into him and begin kissing him a little sloppily. Grinding down onto him he lets out a whimper. Giving you access to his mouth, you slip in your tongue and feel around his mouth. He suddenly sucks on your tongue making you groan into the kiss. Detaching from his mouth you help him remove his underwear and get in between his legs, on the ground. Grabbing him in your hand your mouth lowers.

…

He's close. Diluc grips onto your hair like his life depends on it. Whimpers of your name fall from his lips like a prayer, as you move your mouth up and down his length. He comes undone into your mouth, and you swallow as best you can. Some dribbles out from the corner of your lips, and his finger moves to wipe it away.

…

You’ve gotten yourselves properly cleaned up with a bath and a fresh pair of Diluc’s sleeping clothes, and now you lay between both him and Kaeya on his bed. They hold you from each side as you alternate between who’s chest to squeeze your face into. You quickly drift off to sleep, comfortable and happy.

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Stray Kids Reaction || You Ask Him Out First [Request]

⤜MASTERLIST

CHAN:

It wasn't as though you were upset that Chan hadn't asked you out but you were getting impatient. The two of you had been on a few dates now and you had been expecting him to ask you while you were out on them but it always ended with a kiss and a hug and that was it.

"Chan..." You asked as you stared down at the food in front of you, the two of you were in his studio eating since you knew he was going to stay up all night.

"Yeah?" His eyes didn't move away from his screen as he worked on some composing he was doing,

"Can I ask you something?" You suddenly didn't feel the urge to eat and you poked your food around with your chopsticks, you were so nervous about this.

"You just did." You kicked his chair softly and he groaned turning to look at you,

"What's up?" As soon as he looked at you, you knew you just had to ask him right away.

"Will you be my boyfriend?" He blinked a couple of times and your heart dropped, you couldn't believe you'd even asked him and been met with silence.

"Forgot I said anything," You mumbled trying to get up but he put his hand out to stop you.

"No! No, I-I was....I was just-" He suttered as he began turning a bright red colour.

"Surprised, I-I've been trying to come up with ways to ask you for a while..."

"You have? I thought you didn't want to and thats why you didn't..." You admitted as he smiled a little at you,

"No...I wanted to. I've wanted to since our first date but i didn't know if it would be too soon or if maybe you didn't want to-" You cut him off by placing a short and sweet kiss onto his lips.

"I do."

MINHO:

This was all Hyunjin's fault, he was to blame for putting this whole idea into your head.

"I'm going to head out..." You whispered as you placed some money for your meal onto the table and looked over your shoulder. Minho had taken you out on a date and you'd ruined it by asking him to be your boyfriend. Hyunjin had convinced you that you should take charge and ask the question first and now you felt stupid.

"Wait," Minho begged as he placed his hand on top of yours and rubbed your skin softly,

"No...It's okay, I should have realised you wanted to see other people. I'm sorry."

"Yn. I don't. I don't want to see anyone other than you." He told you as you looked back at him, when you asked him out he was silent. He looked at you as though you were insane for asking him the question,

"I'd been planning on asking you out tonight...I was going to take you home and ask." He admitted shyly, it wasn't like Minho to get shy and you could feel yourself heating up a little.

"O-Oh...Oh," You giggled a little leaning across and kissing him softly,

"W-Well...I say yes then," You laughed as he kissed you again,

"Me too," He whispered before kissing you once again, ignoring the looks you were getting from those around you.

CHANGBIN:

The second you had asked the question Changbin began to pout at you, his eyes turning into huge puppy-dog eyes and he let out a small whine.

"What?" You laughed a little, running your fingers through his hair as he looked quite upset,

"I was supposed to ask,"

"You were taking too long." You joked, leaning down and kissing his pouting lips.

"Better?"

"A little...Do it again." He urged with a giant grin on his face, you laughed softly leaning down and kissing him again.

"We have to make a deal." He told you in a serious tone, pulling back and staring at you so you knew he was being serious about it now,

"Which is?"

"I get to ask you to marry me when the time comes." You laughed a little and nodded, locking your pinky with his to confirm that he could do that.

HYUNJIN:

"Did the boys put you up to this?" Hyunjin quizzed as he looked at you from across the room, you'd been baking all morning and you invited him over to spend some time with you. When he noticed the shape of the cookies and the colour of the cakes - pink,

"Put me up to what?" You quizzed, putting the plate of cookies in front of him. The cookies were all shaped like hearts and all of the cupcakes were pink which could only mean one thing.

"They knew I was going to do it but I wanted to wait. Now they're going to tease me for it." He whispered as he looked at you,

"Hyunjin...The boys haven't spoken to me. I was just going to ask you out," His mouth formed an "O" shape as he laughed a little at himself.

"S-So they didn't tell you to do this just to tease me?"

"No. I did this because I wanted to take charge...S-So can I get an answer?" He looked at you and smirked, dragging you to sit down on his lap as he lifted a cookie to your lips.

"I would love to be your boyfriend," You smirked and swallowed some of the cookie.

"For the record, I was going to ask. I just wanted to do it in a cool way," You hummed sarcastically at him, nodding as you pretended to believe him as he let out a small laugh.

JISUNG:

The boys had all left for the night and Jisung thought it was weird that they'd all gone out for the night but as soon as he headed inside he knew why. The whole place was covered in candles and flowers as you looked over at him,

"I wanted this to be romantic." You admitted as he slowly walked in, dropping his bag onto the ground.

"What's all this for?" He quizzed slowly making his way over to you and sitting beside you on the ground.

"I want to ask you something," You giggled a little as you looked at him. Everyone knew that Jisung was a huge romantic lover and you wanted to do this in a way you would both remember,

"G-Go for it," He blushed, pressing a kiss to your forehead. The two of you had been dating for a while now and you were finally ready to pop the question,

"Will you, Han Jisung, be my wonderful boyfriend?" A giant smile took over his face as he nodded, holding your face in his hands.

"Yes!" He yelled out, kissing you deeply as you kissed him back, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck,

FELIX:

"Will you be my boyfriend?" The words flew out of your mouth before you had a chance to process what you were saying to him and Felix blushed when he caught your eyes. The whole reason he hadn’t asked you yet was because he was afraid to chase you away or having it be too soon.

"Ask again, I wasn't listening." He smirked as you threw a pillow in his direction. The two of you were sitting in his room and he'd just beaten a boss battle you had been stuck on for the last hour. Of course, that wasn't the only reason you had asked him out.

"Lixie," You groaned as he smirked at you,

"Please...I wanna hear it again." You looked at him and pouted, asking him once again while he smirked the entire time.

"I'd love to be your boyfriend," He said smugly, dragging you over to him so he could kiss you deeply.

SEUNGMIN:

Seungmin frowned when he walked into his room to see you sitting on the bed. The room was dark except for a couple of candles and his bedside lamp. Tonight wasn't your night to stay at his place, he'd been planning to go to yours once he grabbed his stuff.

"Babe?" He questioned, sitting beside you as you smiled at him. You'd been trying to come up with a way to ask him out that wouldn't seem silly or childish but this was important to you. Your relationship was important and this question was something you had been expecting him to ask for a while.

"Seungmin...I-I want to-"

"Are you breaking up with me?" Your voice caught in your throat as he cut you off mid-sentence and you whined a little. Break up? How could you break up with someone when neither of you had asked one another out yet. The two of you had been on a few dates and you thought it was about time you asked him.

"What? Break up?" You shook your head, not understanding what Seungmin was talking about.

"Breaking up with me...Is that what you're trying to do?" His eyes were tearing up as he stared at you, he hadn't done anything wrong. He'd been trying to see you as much as he could despite his busy schedule and he'd even asked Chan for dating tips.

"How can I break up with you when I haven't even asked you to be my boyfriend yet?" Both of you stared at each other in silence and Seungmin let out a small laugh,

"What?" You whined a little, shaking his arm as he shook his head at you.

"Seungmin...I-I was trying to ask you to be my boyfriend."

"I thought we were already at that stage...I thought I was your boyfriend." You felt your body heating up as you stared at one another, both of you letting out small breathy laughs as you whined.

Once you calmed down a little you looked to him,

"Will you, though? Be my boyfriend..."

"You didn't even have to ask. I'm all yours, always have been." He smiled as he cupped your face in his hands and kissed you sweetly.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin was smirking at you as you laid with your head on his chest, your fingers drawing small patterns on his shirt as he relaxed with you. This was the idea of the perfect Sunday for him, spending it curled up with you at the dorms,

"Innie, be my boyfriend." He looked at you and let out a small laugh, he would have been the one to ask you but he was always taking the safer road with you both. He didn't want to ask too soon,

"Of course," He whispered, his eyes lighting up as he locked eyes with you.

"Oh...It wasn't a question. I wasn't giving you a chance to say no." You smirked a time, leaning up and kissing him softly as he let out a small laugh.

"Oh? So if I said no," You whined at him, you knew he was kidding but you pouted at him.

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So my boyfriend and I have a huge Mask kink. He loves the way that the mask just melts around the head and takes over the wearers body… removing all inhibitions…

So he ordered a replica of the mask online for me to wear while we role play… but the way it glistens and the funky musky green vapor it’ll sometimes emit is giving me pause… should I wear it tonight?

You couldn’t help but smile with excitement at the sight of nightfall when you were sitting on the edge of the bed, with the mask on your hands. You were waiting for your boyfriend to come out of the bathroom anytime soon as you two planned a wild night, roleplaying with it. Your boyfriend had bought a replica of that mask online and handed it to you since he always thought you’d look awesome. You brushed your hands through its rough surface as you examined it, turning it around to see its back.

A sigh came out of your mouth as you looked at the bathroom’s closed door. When did he plan to come out? The dawn would arrive before he got out!

Then, you noticed the air felt different. With a sniff, you sensed a distinct, somewhat unpleasant odor; you instantly got hard, as it reminded you of the smell of your boyfriend every time he came all sweaty from working out. Then, you looked at the mask and became aware of the slightly green vapor it was emitting.

“What?” you muttered, kind of surprised. When your boyfriend told you he ordered the mask, you assumed (and thought he did too) he was talking about a mere replica. This couldn’t be the real deal, could it?

“No,” you answered yourself. When you blinked, the vapor was no more, so all could have just been a product of your imagination. You were just desperate for your boyfriend and all the creative stories he would come up with while you kissed each other, touched each other, embraced each other in a few moments…

At that moment, a greenish glow crossed through the back surface in the blink of an eye. Your breath held still for a few seconds until it started again, smelling the funky odor. A chill ran through your spine as the thought of what that meant appeared crystal clear… Should you put it on?

“How dare I ask that?” you said out loud. In that, you hear the noise of a door being opened, but you could not care less: the mask… the real mask was in your hands.

Without thinking twice, you let yourself be carried away by that and put the mask on your face. At first, nothing happened, and for a few seconds, you could taste the sour taste of disappointment, so you tried to take it off. However, it did not move, like it was stuck. Maybe it was the sweat, you thought since it was warm, but the more you tried to peel it off, the more the mask seemed to resist being separated from your skin.

Next, you felt like the rigid, wood structure of the mask became somewhat slippery and slid out of your hands, accompanied by an electric shock that ran through your entire body, making you moan. Then, you felt it: the mask started expanding itself and slowly covering your head, rubbing its rough, cold surface against your warm, soft skin, sending electric beams that caused you to moan out loud out of both pain and pleasure. When you felt the mask closing as a lock at the back of your head, you intuited there was nothing you could do: the mask swallowed your entire head in the blink of an eye.

For a moment, you felt nervous and tried to put it off again, but you stopped once you noticed the pain in your face as if by pulling the mask you were trying to tear apart your skin. You could not do more than just let it get its way… let it take you over…

Then you felt the mask move around your head like a violent sea against your skin, producing a warming and sexually pleasing sensation. It slowly traveled through your veins, starting from your head and accompanied by a vibration. It felt so good, so pleasurable that your cock hardened more and, you thought, seemed to grow even more. You couldn’t strain yourself, so you took off your shirt and started rubbing your hands against your abs, against your nipple; then, you unbuttoned your pants and started rubbing your dick. With each stroke, your body seemed to vibrate more, to feel warmer, and you thought of yourself more and more in bliss.

With the highest-volumed moan, you felt like your whole world started to spin fast.

Images about lewd things you should do came to your mind as you started losing your barriers and instead filled up with desire. Why do you have to care about something you should do, being “polite” and not take action? Screw it all!!, you thought, before realizing everything around you got back to normal.

At first, nothing seemed to change, yet you were sure something was different. You instinctively took out your phone to see just as your gaze fell on the mirror. At that moment, you noticed it: your body was different, with some muscles and tattoos around, but your head stood out, with a green layer that was like a second skin that enhanced your sexiness and with those red eyes, you posed, as you knew you couldn’t look any better.

“What a rush!!” you said, licking your lips and smiling. Then you placed your gaze aside and watched your boyfriend jacking off.

“Hell yeah babe, that was amazing!” he said stopping. You immediately jumped towards him, kissed him, and took him into the bed, so that you were above him, enjoying the view of all of his body.

“Oh babe, that’ll be like a speck compared to what we’ll do right now,” you said, and, with another kiss, the both of you launched into action.

I hope you liked it and happy masked night! 💚🔥💚🔥

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