anjeliquesworld

[anjeliquesworld]

ABC hc for Kageo or Nathaniel pls😞 take your time! I dont really see much writers for killer peter💔

Nathaniel ABC headcanon

Note: Im finally back and I've passed my exam I'm so happy y'all 😭Btw i'm also planning on uploading Kageo,Johann and Kim Soongu versions. As always hope you enjoy it✨

Cw: slightly nsfw,sadism

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A - Attention: Once Nathaniel has decided someone is "his," he would be impossible to escape from. Nathaniel’s idea of affection isn’t about giving space—it’s about keeping you close, always. You'd find yourself constantly in his presence, whether you wanted to be or not, and it might feel suffocating at times.Nathaniel’s way of loving you is intense, fiery, and unwavering.

B - Baths together: A relaxing bath together is one of Nathaniel's favorite ways to unwind after a long, stressful day. The intimacy of the warm water, combined with the closeness, allows him to be tender without the weight of his usual intensity. He loves the way your skin feels against his, the subtle way you two press together under the water, and the rare, gentle moments of quiet he can share with you

C - Candlelit dinners: Nathaniel adores planning candlelit dinners at home. It’s a chance for him to show you his softer side, where he can take care of you, cooking a healthy meal and showering you with romantic attention. The dim light, the soft music, and the warm atmosphere enchanting your beautiful face as he adores you.

D - Darkness: Nathaniel’s soul is haunted by darkness. It’s not just his profession, but also his personal demons that keep him from truly feeling at peace. His mind often goes to darker places, and he finds comfort in that darkness rather than seeking light.

E - Experiments: Nathaniel’s curiosity about life extends to dark experiments. He has a twisted obsession with the idea of improving human anatomy and testing the limits of the human body. He’s often caught sneaking away to perform experiments in secret, under the guise of research.

F- Fragility: He's surprisingly fragile when it comes to his younger patients.Nathaniel's love for children is beyond evident. He goes out of his way to make sure every child feels special and safe in his presence. Whether it's a patient who needs a check-up or just a quick visit, he has a special bond with them that transcends his professional role. His nurturing side is often seen in the way he interacts with every child.

G - Grumpy, but not to you: Nathaniel tends to be grumpy, especially when things aren’t going well. He can get snappy or irritated, but he reserves the softer side of himself just for you. When you're around, his grumpiness takes a backseat as he focuses on keeping you safe and happy. He might sulk or scowl, but he’s always attentive when you need him. You’re his exception.

I - Intellectual Pursuits: Nathaniel has a deep love for intellectual challenges. Whether it's reading philosophical works, solving complex puzzles, or researching obscure topics, he thrives on expanding his knowledge. One of his favorite hobbies is collecting rare medical texts and old anatomy books, appreciating the beauty in the history of science. He often gets lost in thought, dissecting concepts and theories, which sometimes leads to long, quiet nights of study. He also enjoys challenging you to debates or intellectual games, seeing it as a way to bond and sharpen each other’s minds.

J -Jealousy: Nathaniel’s jealousy is like a quiet storm, building slowly beneath the surface. At first, it doesn’t reveal itself with loud outbursts or obvious signs—he’s too composed for that. His patience thins, and he’s quicker to dismiss the things that don’t align with his expectations. He’ll test your loyalty, subtly pushing boundaries just to see how far you’ll go, even though he never openly admits it. And when you finally notice the shift, he’ll feign indifference, acting like nothing’s wrong—though beneath it all, he’s silently aching, craving the attention he feels slipping away.

L - Loyalty: Nathaniel’s loyalty is not unconditional. It’s based on whether his lover proves worthy of his attention and dominance. If he feels betrayed or disrespected, he has no qualms about showing just how vengeful and cold he can be. You would need to earn his trust, but once you do, Nathaniel’s loyalty is hard to break. It’s just… on his terms.

M - Master of Chess: Nathaniel enjoys playing chess, often using it as a metaphor for his twisted relationships with others. Every move is calculated, a mind game, a strategy to manipulate and control. He never plays for fun—it's always a way to exercise his intellect and control.

N - NSFW : Nathaniel would likely enjoy a pet/master dynamic in his relationships. He would expect you to be obedient, submissive, and ready to follow his every command.He would treat you like a prized possession, and Nathaniel would relish in the control he has over you. He’s not kind, but he is always watching, always guiding, and always taking charge.

O- Ornate Jewelry: Nathaniel has a fondness for giving you intricate, one-of-a-kind jewelry. He loves to choose pieces that symbolize something meaningful between you two—these pieces are always carefully selected, reflecting your taste and style.He may not be overly expressive with words, but his gifts speak volumes: they carry deep meaning and obviously a sense of ownership.

P - Pain as Pleasure: For Nathaniel, pain and pleasure are intimately linked. He enjoys seeing you squirm—whether it’s from emotional pain, physical discomfort, or fear. He doesn’t take pleasure in meaningless cruelty; rather, he views it as a form of connection, a way of asserting his dominance and maintaining control. His sadistic tendencies are never random—they are a way for him to gauge your commitment and test your loyalty.

Q-Quite aftercare: He would be someone who would take aftercare seriously, focusing on emotional reassurance and support.He would bring you something to drink, gently caressing you hair as he tells you how well you did,how good you were for him.He values your well-being because he understands how intense and overwhelming your encounters can be for your body.

R - Rope Play: Nathaniel has a particular fascination with bondage, especially when it comes to using rope in creative ways to restrain you. He enjoys the process of tying you up, making sure the ropes are tight yet comfortable, and watching as you--all flustered and needy--surrenders to the control he has over you.

S - Sadism: To Nathaniel sadism it's a deeply rooted need to exert control, to bend others to his will, and to experience the twisted pleasure of seeing them suffer in both body and spirit.For Nathaniel, the pleasure lies in the imbalance of power, the unspoken agreement that his pleasure comes from your obedience, your pain, and your compliance with his rules. In his eyes, this dynamic brings clarity and purpose to the world around him—a world where he is always in control.

T - Teddy Bear in disguise: Though he’s often tough and unapproachable, Nathaniel has rare moments of pure softness.He might let his fingers trace your face as you sleep, his eyes softening when you smile at him. In those rare, tender moments behind the cold exterior, there’s someone who feels deeply, though he won’t say it. Instead, his affection will show in the gentleness of his touch, his eyes lingering longer than usual.

U - Underground Music: Nathaniel has an interest in obscure, underground music—especially genres with dark or melancholic undertones. He enjoys listening to lesser-known bands or artists who blend experimental sounds, industrial beats, and haunting melodies. When he’s in his private space, he often plays this music to match the mood of his thoughts, finding solace in the eerie tones.

V - Vintage collection: Despite his busy life as a doctor, Nathaniel has a love for reading, particularly historical fiction and children’s books. He often reads fairy tales or gentle stories to the kids in his care, both to calm them and to teach them important lessons about kindness and resilience. He even has a small collection of vintage children’s books in his office.

W - Water: Nathaniel finds peace in water—He often spends time near water when he needs to recharge, as it gives him a sense of balance and tranquility. It's his personal form of meditation, something he can’t quite explain but always turns to when he needs to think.

Y - Yearning for More Time Together: Though Nathaniel might not show it, he yearns for every moment he can spend with you. When you're apart, he’s already counting down the moments until he can see you again.But that's his personal secret.His quiet longing only strengthens the love he feels for you.

Z - Zero Tolerance for Failure: Nathaniel has no patience for failure — either in his medical work or his personal endeavors. If an experiment fails or a patient doesn’t meet his expectations, he can become unreasonably cold and ruthless, seeing it as a personal affront to his superiority.

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[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus x Reader

Note: this is a gift for my Thaddeus lovers‼️🌚 This will be the last update for the time being, I'll be back soon. Love you all💋

*Inspired by chapter 59*

Cw: slow burn,nsfw,mdom,mdni

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Steamy Lesson

The cold breeze envelopes you into the timeless nights of Kowloon Hell as your mind races back to the events that led you here.

It all began on that island—an isolated stretch of land where the D-rankers were gathered for testing. The mission was simple: survive or be slaughtered. But it was there, between the chaos and bloodshed, that you and Thaddeus crossed paths.

It was on that island that you asked Thaddeus to be your teacher. Watching him fight stirred something deep within you—his combat skills were both terrifying and mesmerizing, leaving you in awe while also sending a chill of fear through your veins.

You glance around. The training area is secluded, hidden beneath the shadow of a ruined building. The growing darkness of dusk makes the atmosphere unsettling.

The name of this city, after all, is spot on. It does look quite like hell.

"Are you ready, little one?" And there he is, with his annoying little smirk.

You couldn't stand him. How could you?

He's an asshole pretending to be a goody two-shoes. You can't wrap your head around the fact that everyone finds him fun to be around.

He's just a little brat, walking around like the world belongs to him.

That smile of his, the one that always lingers on his lips, as if he's holding some secret he refuses to share, makes your blood boil. It's as if he knows exactly how to push your buttons, teasing you as if he finds your irritation amusing, as if your every reaction were a game to him.

You hated how effortlessly he seemed to get under your skin. It's maddening. If only he'd stop dragging you into his twisted games. But no, he's always there—the more you try to ignore him, the more it feels like he's just waiting to prove you wrong.

And now that you've spent even more time together, as if it were possible, Thaddeus seemed even more irritating. The tension between you two is palpable, an unspoken challenge hanging in the air, charging every movement, every breath. The training sessions were a constant reminder of the fine line between hate and desire.

Several weeks had passed since your first lesson together. You remembered his words:

"I won't be a gentle teacher," Thaddeus said. "I will push all your limits. You'll learn discipline and perseverance."

And it was very much the truth. He did, in fact, break all your boundaries and limits—not that it was a bad thing. He's a good teacher; he just has a very unique and questionable way of teaching.

But it was worth it. You made great progress.

"Today you'll fight me," Thaddeus snapped you out of your thoughts, throwing some bands at you to wrap around your hands. "Should we make a bet, doll face?" His languid smile threw you off. You were startled by this sudden change of behavior; his eyes sparked with mischievousness.

"What kind of bet?" you asked cautiously. It was obvious that this was just another one of his twisted mind games, where he is the only one to take pleasure from ruining others.

"If I win," Thaddeus continued, his voice dripping with amusement, "you'll have to follow my orders for the next week. No questions, no complaints."

Your mind racing as you weighed your options. Thaddeus wasn't the type to lose, and the thought of being under his orders unsettled you. But then again, you had no intention of letting any weakness show

"And if I win?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady despite the growing tension.

Thaddeus’s grin widened, a glint of something darker in his eyes. "If you win, I'll leave you alone for the same amount of time. No games, no tricks, just peace."

It sounded alluring .Too good to be true.

A rare opportunity to be free of his manipulation, but something inside you told you it was a trap.

"What’s the catch?" you asked, narrowing your eyes.

He chuckled softly"No catch, doll. But you'll have to earn it."

The Apostle assumes a combat stance, smirking quietly to himself.

He revels in your reactions; they ignite a dark, dangerous fire within him that he can't quite comprehend. That relentless, stubborn attitude of yours drives him to the edge, making him eager to break you—body and soul—in more ways than one.

"Let's see what you got, doll face," he says mockingly.

This will be interesting, he thinks to himself.

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The air was thick with the scent of sweat and leather, the only sound being the soft, rhythmic thud of your shoes against the ground.

Thaddeus’s eyes gleamed with that familiar playfulness as he took his stance once again.

"You can’t even keep up with the basics," he remarked, his voice dripping with amusement as you struggled to block one of his kicks.

"Still think you’re ready for this?" His gaze pierced right through you.

"Shut up, asshole." With a fierce grunt, you lunged forward, aiming to land a punch.

"Oh~" he chuckled. "You shouldn't run your mouth. I'm your teacher, doll face," he said, dismissing your attempts to hit him.

Thaddeus came closer, positioning himself behind you. You could feel the heat emanating from his body.

"Here, let me help you." His lips brushed against your ear, his whisper low and husky, his hands landing on your waist to correct your form.

The heat from his touch seared through your body, as if it burned you. You flinched but didn’t pull away.

"Relax... you're too tense," he murmured, his breath warm and tickling against your ear, giving you goosebumps.

Thaddeus noticed your reaction and smiled to himself, pleased. He relished the power—even if minimal—that he held over you.

He enjoyed toying with your senses—he squeezed your waist, light yet possessing, before letting go.

You clenched your jaw, refusing to acknowledge how his proximity affected you.

"Let's try it again."

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Your body was on fire, every muscle screaming from the relentless pace. You knew Thaddeus was toying with you, deliberately letting you get close enough to think you might land a hit—only to dodge at the last moment. But his movements were smooth, almost predatory. You were both breathing hard, drenched in sweat, but neither of you was willing to admit defeat.

But just as you lunged one last time, your movements faltering for a split second, his hand shot out, catching your wrists.

In the blink of an eye, Thaddeus had you pinned against the wall. As you looked up at him, time seemed to stretch, the world narrowing to just the two of you.

"Looks like I won," his tall figure towering over you, making you feel tiny and vulnerable.

"Get off, weird glasses," you said, trying to sound indifferent, as if you weren't at his mercy.

He leaned in closer, a smirk playing on his lips. "Nope, I don't think I will."Thaddeus's voice was soft, but the challenge in it was unmistakable. His grip on your wrists tightened, and you could feel his pulse beating against your own, matching the erratic rhythm of your heart.

You swallowed hard, your mind racing for a way to escape his grasp. You tried to shift, to use your body weight to your advantage, but it was futile.

"Let go of me, Thaddeus," you spat, venom lacing your voice, though even you could hear the uncertainty beneath it.

"Tch, tch, tch," he murmured, lowering his head. "I'm the one who won the bet, pretty little thing."

It was the confirmation you’d dreaded: all of this was a trap. He had you exactly where he wanted.

Thaddeus traced a finger slowly down your jawline, then lifted your chin with deliberate tenderness. He leaned in closer, his face mere inches from yours. You closed your eyes, feeling the light brush of his lips against yours, and for a heartbeat, you wondered if he might kiss you. The mere possibility twisted your stomach.

But no. Instead, he rested his forehead against yours.

Thaddeus, clearly delighted by your reaction, let out a soft chuckle—a mocking, dark sound.

"You're a challenge, doll face," he whispered, his voice low, a dangerous edge to it. "And I like challenges."

His gaze searched yours, seeking something you couldn’t quite name.

Hate? Desire? Hunger?

"I’ll kiss you," he said abruptly.

Your eyes widened at his words. You turned your head, as if the movement could banish the turmoil rising inside you. "No," you whispered, more to yourself than to him. You wanted it—and the thought maddened you.

Thaddeus raised an eyebrow, savoring the sight of your flustered expression. "Yes," he said, and before you could protest further, his lips crashed against yours.

This was no gentle kiss. It was rough, hungry, possessive—an expression of all the unspoken tension between you.

Thaddeus held you with one of his large hands, pinning you in place, while the other slid down to your waist.

Every instinct in your body urged you closer to him.

Thaddeus softly pulls away, his lips brushing gently over your lower lip before he breaks the kiss.

"I knew you wanted this as much as I do," he murmurs, the words lingering in the air between you. A shiver runs through you at his certainty, and it makes you painfully aware of the truth you've been hiding—how much you've pretended not to feel, how much you've denied the pull of his presence.

You meet his gaze, unwilling to give him the satisfaction of seeing the effects he has over you. Your heart pounds in your chest.

"I hate you," you snap, the words laced with frustration—anger not just at him, but at the burning, forbidden desire that threatens to unravel you.

Thaddeus's lips curl into a knowing smile, a low chuckle escaping him. He sees right through the mask you’ve so carefully constructed.

"Hate me all you want, doll face. But you’re still here, aren’t you?"

He didn't need you to say it out loud:the kiss has told him everything he needed to know.

This wasn’t just a fleeting game anymore.

"Show me how much you hate me," he says, smirking knowingly. But you don’t have time to respond before his lips meet yours once more.

He lifts you effortlessly, without breaking the kiss—everything about him is too easy, too confident. It feels almost natural to be in his arms, as if this is exactly where you belong.

He sets you down gently on the weathered table, positioning himself between your legs.

A surge of irritation courses through you, and before you can stop it, your teeth sink into his lower lip, biting down with enough force to draw blood. The sharp, metallic taste fills your mouth, but it’s quickly drowned by the heat of his mouth on yours.

Thaddeus hisses, his breath sharp and shallow but he doesn’t pull away. Instead, his grip tightens around you, his body pressing closer, his heat seeping into every inch of you. “You have no idea how much I love it when you’re like this,” he murmurs, his voice low and dark...sending a shiver of something you refuse to name spiraling down your spine.

The words vibrate through you, igniting a hunger that you try desperately to suppress. But with each movement, each breath, you feel yourself unraveling further, helpless against the pull of his touch, the ache in your chest that makes it harder and harder to remember why you hate him so much.

With a kiss that mirrors the intensity of his passion, he takes a handful of your hair and tilts your head to expose the soft curve of your neck. He whispers in your ear, his voice low, "You drive me insane," before pressing open-mouthed kisses down your throat, biting, suckling—marking you.

Thaddeus hums softly to himself, savoring the sight of his marks upon you—so innocent,so delicate. It stirs something primal and visceral within him, a deep, aching hunger that refuses to be ignored.

In the back of his mind, clouded by desire, a thought urges him to stain you further, to make you submit to him. Only to him.

Thaddeus stands over you, breathing heavily.You’ve both crossed a line now. His touch, his words—there's no escaping it.

"You're mine now," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice dark but oddly tender as his gaze softens just enough to make your heart skip.

"Open your mouth," he commands, his voice low, almost a whisper, but heavy with authority.

You hesitate, feeling the weight of his gaze on you; however, your head tells you to follow his instructions to please him.

Slowly, you part your lips, looking up at him as if you were a puppy waiting for its owner's praise.

He smiles, pleased with your obedience, his eyes tracing every subtle movement you make. Then, without warning, he slides two of his fingers into your mouth. A small, almost inaudible whimper escapes your mouth as you take in the thickness of his fingers.

"That's it," Thaddeus murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. He begins to move, his fingers deepening inside your mouth. "Yes, good puppy," he praises, his tone dark and laced with dominance, amazed by how effortlessly you submit to him.

His breath quickens, each inhale sharp and shallow, as the heat between you intensifies.

The warmth of your mouth, the sight of your complete submission, and the way your tongue swirls around his fingers—it's almost too much for him to bear.

He pulls his coated fingers from your mouth, bringing them slowly to his lips. His eyes never leave yours, dark with lust and intensity, as he licks them clean, savoring the taste of you.

You almost whine in protest but then,realization hits you.

What the fuck just happened?!

You push him away with all your strengths

The pull between you is undeniable. You're tangled up in his world, in his games.

You turn around facing him once more.

"I hate you," you whisper, but the words feel empty now.He already knows the truth.

And with that awareness you storm out the training area.

The kiss, the tension, the games—this isn't over. Not yet.

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[anjeliquesworld]

Kim Soongu/Peter x Reader

Note: ngl this is way longer than what I usually write, but bear with me, it's slow-burned 😂

Cw: slow burn, slightly nsfw

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Magnetic Pull

Kim Soongu wasn’t a man of many words. He didn’t need to be. His reputation preceded him. There was no one who didn’t know who he was. At least once in their life, they had heard of him.

He had made a name for himself in the shadow of the underworld.

He was always the one pulling the strings, always the one who dictated the rules. But you were an anomaly. You weren’t intimidated by his power. In fact, you seemed to enjoy unraveling the enigma that was Kim Soongu.

Throughout your life, you had encountered many men like him: calculating, cold. He was nothing new. Yet, every time you met, there was something in the air, something electric that pulled you towards him like a magnet.

You couldn’t keep your distance, no matter how hard you tried.

It was impossible.

And Kim Soongu made no effort to ease your path. Each encounter appeared to be a mere coincidence, an innocent twist of fate. Yet, it was unmistakably clear that nothing about it was as simple as it seemed.

Your head was full of questions. To you, not to him. You couldn’t understand your own behavior.

Why do you keep returning to him? Why can't you resist this pull, despite knowing it's dangerous?

He had warned you countless times.

Yet, here you were again...

The sunset, embracing with it's soft warmth the empty classroom.Everyone left.

It was clear as water:It was intentional, to find an excuse to be alone, just the two of you, without the interference of third parties but neither acknowledged it aloud. Instead, your gazes danced around each other with unspoken words.

The flirty silence was interrupted by Soongu

"You shouldn't be hanging around me," he said, warning you with his husky voice. It made you shiver.

And that was exactly the problem. You liked it. You liked the exciting feeling of the unknown.

The menacing aura Kim Soongu emanated.

You raised your eyebrows, a smirk spreading across your face. "And why is that?"

Kim Soongu scoffed. He really did find you amazing—so entertaining, so eager.

"Most people are afraid of me." His answer was simple, neat.

You shifted your body close to his, invading his personal space, brushing your fingers casually against his muscular chest—an innocent caress, yet at the same time bold and seductive.

You were attractive, and you were aware of it. There was nothing wrong with using your charms to get what you wanted.

Seduction was a form of art—and you had mastered it.

This time, Kim Soongu wouldn't slip away.

"Maybe I like danger." You leaned in, your lips brushing against his ear, your voice a low, teasing whisper. "I don’t play by the rules, darling."

The air was thick with tension. For the first time, Kim Soongu found himself unsure of his next move. Your sweet vanilla scent invaded his senses, the heat of your body, the mischievous little smile on your face—it was all too much.

That's when he realized: he wasn’t the only one who could be dangerous.

In a millisecond, without having the time to realize it, he trapped you between the desk and his body.

He caught you off guard.

"You shouldn't be this forward," he said, the tip of his nose brushing against the nape of your neck as he inhaled your scent. "You don't know what you're getting into."

A shiver ran down your spine, but you refused to show any sign of weakness. Your breath hitched for only a moment before you steadied yourself. His proximity, his words—they were meant to intimidate, to assert control. But you weren’t afraid.

Your lips curling into a knowing smile, one that sent a flicker of uncertainty across his expression. “I’ve never been afraid of the unknown, Kim Soongu," you whispered, your voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through you. "It’s the unknown that makes life interesting, don’t you think?”

He let out a groan, his hands gripping your waist harder—it was possessive and dominant.

It made you shiver even more, a muted whimper threatening to escape your lips.

"You're playing a dangerous game," his voice, rough and warning, rang in your ears.

You leaned in closer, embracing his neck with your arms, pushing your body against his; so close you could feel his heartbeat drumming against your chest.

"Yes... and I'm good at it," you said, looking at him with pleading eyes.

You needed more. More of this delicious, thrilling feeling.

His gaze lowered to your lips, then back to your eyes, his face unreadable. Then, with a swift movement, he released you, stepping back as though something had burned him.

Kim Soongu towered over you, serious and warning.

He knows this is wrong, chaotic. There are plenty of words to describe this dysfunctional situation. It’s simply not right. The truth about him is far from what you might have imagined. He knows this situation must come to an end.

But you with those pleading eyes make everything too difficult.

You were a problem—a tempting trap one he had no immediate solution for.

"Don’t say I didn’t warn you," he muttered, his voice edged with mischievousness.

You watched him closely, the pink in your cheeks deepening, the underlying tension still palpable between you.

Kim Soongu gave you one last look—hungry and animalistic—before leaving the empty classroom.

You knew this wasn't over. It was far from over.

The game had only just begun.

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[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus x Reader

Note:I'm really attached to this little scenario I wrote,I hope you'll like it as much as I do. Unfortunately I think this will be one of the last posts for a while🥲

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𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞

The air in the bedroom is soft, carrying the gentle scent of lavander candles blending with the freshly laundered sheets.The light of your lamp illuminates your room as you lie in bed, lost in thought, waiting for your lover to come home.

It's a lie to say that it's easy to be by Thaddeus's side. The harsh truth is that you live with the constant fear of losing him due to his "job." Danger awaits both of you at every corner, but this doesn't stop you from loving him.

Without warning, your door opens , and there he is—the center of your thoughts. A smile spreads across your face as you’re finally reunited.

However, he doesn't seem as cheerful as usual. Without saying a word, he climbs onto the bed, under the covers, and snuggles his face against your chest. For a few minutes, you don't say anything, simply caressing his back softly as the silence envelops you.

Thaddeus’s mind races, the chaos and blood he's spilled threatening to swallow him whole. A part of him tells him that he doesn't deserve this softness, that it's foolish to want something as fragile as peace.

Could he really ask for peace?

Could he trust that is okay to feel safe?

These questions gnaw at him.Yet, another part of him clings to the warmth of your embrace, as though it's the only thing keeping him tethered to something real.

"What's wrong?" you ask quietly.

Thaddeus murmurs something you can't quite make out before lifting his chin. "I'm exhausted..." he says, his voice barely above a whisper. He pauses for a moment before continuing, "I'm tired of constantly fighting to hold onto my power."

His hand hovers near your arm for a moment before he finally lets it rest, his fingers gently brushing your skin, as if testing whether he can allow himself this kind of closeness without it breaking him.

"You know... you're the only thing that comforts me. I feel safe when I'm with you, little bunny."

Thaddeus gazes into your eyes, a glimmer of affection reflecting in his own. Slowly, he leans in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers,

"You have no idea how much I crave your comfort, how it's the only thing that can soothe the chaos within me..."

Your heart races with affection, butterflies in your stomach. It's really rare to see Thaddeus this vulnerable, especially now that he is sharing his emotions with you. Letting people into his heart has always been difficult for him, not to mention expressing his feelings... that's why you treasure these rare moments.

As you hold him, his fingers tighten on the fabric of your shirt, as if afraid that if he lets go, the fragile peace between you will break, just like everything else always has.

Thaddeus looks up once more, his eyes wandering around as if trying to find the right words. "Little bunny... can you promise me something?"

You raise your eyebrows in surprise, nodding your head. "Yes... of course," you answer, waiting for his request.

His arms tighten around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He never learned how to trust promises; he's calculating and cold, just as he expects others to betray him, to leave him. Like everyone always has.

But with you, it was different. He wanted to be loved, to be cared for, to believe in this sweet lie.

He's deeply devoted to you. He can't bear the thought of you leaving his side.

"Don't leave me. Ever. Please."

He whispers, as if pronouncing forbidden words, a secret meant to be kept between the two of you. Thaddeus looks at you with pleading eyes, a soft blush tinting his face.

Unexpectedly, a tear slips down Thaddeus's cheek. Your heart tightens. You can see how meaningful this promise is to him, the weight of his fears, how fragile he feels in this moment.

You gently cup his face, your thumb wiping away a tear. "I won't leave you, Thaddeus. Not ever."

Thaddeus buries his face in the nape of your neck. "Don't cry, Thaddeus. I'm not letting you go," you reassure him. "I love you too much to leave you." Your voice, sweet and calming, soothes

Thaddeus, his muscles relaxing as you play with his hair, hugging him close to your chest.

Little by little, Thaddeus feels his mind free of any negative thoughts as you whisper sweet nothings to him.

"Sleep peacefully. I’ll be right here when you wake."your fingers gently tracing his features admiring his profile.

You can feel his breath slowly becoming heavy—he is slowly falling asleep.

You press a soft kiss to his forehead, whispering, "Sleep well, pretty boy,"And with that, you too surrender to the quiet embrace of sleep, the promise of your unconditional love holding you both in the stillness of the night.

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[anjeliquesworld]

Alipede/Johann x reader

Note: I kinda like writing about Alipede???😶I was thinking that Alipede would be really good at writing and the type of bf to dedicate handwriten poems 🤣

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𝓘𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓶𝔂 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵

Everything changed after meeting Johann; your whole world took a 360°. Not in a bad way.

In his own way, he was caring, giving you the right attention. He treated you like a delicate flower; however, like all things in life, it wasn't always perfect. Being by his side meant being constantly in danger, and surely, his complicated personality didn’t help.

Your mind races towards the last period—your problems with your parents, the constant fights with them because of their lack of communication and possessiveness, always wanting to control your life.

You feel trapped, caged. As those painful thoughts overwhelm you, tears start running down your face, crying silently, careful not to make a sound. Slowly, you fall asleep with the tears blurring your view.

It’s deep into the night when Johann comes home.

Walking into the bedroom you both shared, he watches you. The evidence of your tears is a clear sign that you cried yourself to sleep, breaking his heart.

He knows he’s been distant, too wrapped up in his own world. Guilt weighs over him. He walks toward your desk, taking pen and paper. He can’t fix what’s broken, and he knows that. But still, he needs you to know you're not alone.

He writes a poem full of sorrow and regret, the emotions he kept hidden spilling onto the page. The poem is a reminder that even in your pain, you are worthy of love, worthy of care.

He leaves the paper on the kitchen countertop, where you'll find it easily. The words written on it may not offer a solution, but they’re his way of holding you, silently and gently, through the storm.

The next morning, you wake up with puffy eyes, still caught in yesterday’s emotions, ready to start your routine.

As you walk into the kitchen to make breakfast, you notice a piece of paper on the countertop.

"What's this?" you ask yourself, holding the paper in your hands,curious,the weight of it feeling heavier than it should. As you read the words, the lump in your throat tightens, and your chest constricts.

Johann’s handwriting is urgent—raw

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"𝑻𝒐𝒐 𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒏, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒑𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 ,

𝑯𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒅 .

𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑰 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒅 ,

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖— 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 .

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔,

𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔,

𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 —𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 ,

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒓 .

𝑰 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉,

𝑳𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆,

𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 ,

𝑰 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 —𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆, 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆."

𝒴𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓃

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Johann watches you from afar—his apology written in the only way he knows how. His chest tight with a mixture of fear and hope, waiting for you to forgive him, or to let the poem say what his voice couldn’t.

You know he's there, standing in the hallway.

You turn around facing him—your heart caught between anger and love, regret and hope.

For a long moment, neither of you speaks.The weight of unsaid words has hung in the air for too long, heavy and unresolved.

You swallow hard gathering your courage, you take a step forward,then another and another until you reach him.

"I’m sorry,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper. “I can’t undo what I’ve done, but I’ll try… for you. For us"

You nod,your chest feels a little less heavy—without warning you jump into his arms, kissing him tenderly, softly.

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[anjeliquesworld]

Kim Soongu x Reader

Note: first time writing about Peter/Kim Soongu lmk what you think🙂‍↕️

Cw:nsfw,mdni,gentle mdom

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Forgotten Movie

The only thing illuminating the living room was the TV, playing one of your favorite movies.

Kim Soongu lay on the couch, his strong arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his fresh scent enveloping you as the warmth of his body against your small back sent shivers down your spine.

He began to roam his hands up and down your waist, his fingers trailing under your shirt. The sudden contact provoked you to press your back harder against him.

"What are you doing, hm?" Soongu whispered, hot and breathy, tickling your ear.

"N-nothing," you said, flustered, feeling a weird sensation running through your body.

Seeing you blush and act all innocent lit a fire inside Soongu; he craved more of you.

He smirked mysteriously, sliding his hand higher under your shirt. You turned your head, shocked by his change of behavior, meeting his gaze—dark, intense, and hungry.

Before you could say anything, his lips were on yours, dancing sensually. Slow at first, testing, savoring you... The kiss escalated quickly, becoming more urgent as his fingers traced your bare skin.

"I can't hold back anymore," he said, deepening the kiss. "I've wanted this for so long."

Your heart raced, overwhelmed by his confession. Your head spun, forgetting everything around you, becoming a putty-hot mess under his eyes.

You melted into the steamy kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, responding to the kiss with the same hunger.

Soongu took off your shirt, taking a few minutes to appreciate, mesmerized by your lewd body, the innocence in your eyes making him go feral.

Soongu's hands roamed the curves of your breasts, his thumbs brushing against your nipples, causing them to harden instantly. A gasp escaped your lips, and you arched your back, pushing your chest further into his touch.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against your neck, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin,the voices of the movies slowly becoming more and more distant as you gave in completely to his sensual caresses, lost in the moment.

Both of you soon forgot about the movie...

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[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus ABC headcanon

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A - Artistic: Thaddeus has a surprising talent for sketching, often expressing his emotions through intricate drawings that he keeps to himself. He actually keeps a little sketchbook in his pocket. It's one of the many little secrets he has.

B - Bold: Thaddeus doesn’t shy away from making his intentions clear. If he’s attracted to you, he won’t waste time playing games. His confidence is magnetic, and he knows how to make you feel like the center of his world with just a look or a playful, suggestive remark.

C - Charming: Despite his rough edges, Thaddeus has a certain charm that makes him hard to dislike, especially when he’s being sarcastic or playful. He knows for a fact how attractive he is and uses it to his advantage. He knows how to work a room and isn’t afraid to show a little bit of his more playful, daring side.

D - Deep Thinker: Beneath his tough exterior, Thaddeus often reflects on life’s deeper meanings and struggles, though he rarely shares these thoughts with others. He has a tendency to overthink people’s actions and words due to his tough past.

E - Empath: He may not show it outwardly, but Thaddeus cares deeply about those close to him and can be surprisingly empathetic when they’re in need.

F - Funny Durian: Thaddeus loves to make people laugh, but his jokes tend to be a bit sharp or dark, matching his more cynical side. His teasing can range from sweet to sarcastic, but it’s always done in a way that makes you feel like he’s trying to keep things lighthearted, even when things are a little serious.

G - Glutton: Thaddeus loves candy. When he feels sad, he eats a bunch of sweet treats. His favorite candy is Tanghulu (that's a fact ATP XD), a Chinese fruit skewer coated in a clear, hardened sugar syrup.

H - Heated: When things get heated, whether it’s a heated argument or a more intimate encounter, Thaddeus dives in fully. There’s no holding back when he’s in the mood; he gives everything with a fervor that makes every touch feel even more electrifying.

I - Independent: Thaddeus values his independence and often pushes away help, preferring to handle things on his own. He looks for people who think with their own heads and are independent as well.

J - Jealousy: Thaddeus’s jealousy manifests in a darker, possessive way. While he usually maintains control, when he feels threatened, he becomes extremely territorial. Thaddeus doesn’t like feeling vulnerable, and his jealousy can turn into a quiet, smoldering rage that he keeps hidden, biding its time until the right moment to strike.

K - Kindness in Disguise: Beneath his rough exterior, Thaddeus is capable of great kindness, though it’s often hidden under layers of sarcasm or gruffness.

L - Loyal: Once someone earns Thaddeus’s trust, he is fiercely loyal and will go to great lengths to protect them. He would even go out of his way to protect and cherish them.

M - Mysterious: Thaddeus often keeps things about himself shrouded in mystery, leaving others to guess his true feelings or intentions. He finds it difficult to let people into his heart and mind.

N - NSFW: Thaddeus has a playful side to him, especially when he’s feeling mischievous. He knows just how to make you blush with barely more than a few words. Whether it’s the way he whispers something naughty or the way his hands linger just a little too long, he knows how to stir up desire and leave you craving more.

O - Observant: Thaddeus is highly observant, catching details that others might overlook. It makes him excellent at reading people. He pays a lot of attention to details, even if they seem small and insignificant.

P - Protective: He’s incredibly protective of those he cares about, even if it means putting himself in harm's way. He goes to extreme lengths to protect those he loves, even if it means doing things that appear twisted or questionable in nature. When he’s really into someone, he has this way of holding you close, as if he doesn't want to let you go, and he’s not shy about it.

Q - Quick-Witted: Thaddeus is quick on his feet with sharp comebacks and clever remarks, often using humor to deflect from uncomfortable situations.

R - Rebellious: Thaddeus doesn’t like being told what to do and often goes against authority or societal expectations just for the sake of it.

S - Sexy Time: There’s a roughness to Thaddeus, a raw intensity that makes everything about him feel a little more dangerous. That, makes him sexy. This is part of his appeal—it makes him seem unpredictable, like you never quite know what he’ll do next, which is both thrilling and alluring. His physical appearance obviously plays a big part.

T - Touch Starved: Thaddeus may have difficulty sharing his emotions and feelings, but he loves physical contact, especially when in a relationship. He would find any excuse to touch them and have them close to him. He likes the feeling of your smooth skin under his fingers. He may, from time to time, appear clingy, but that's only because he's deeply devoted to you. Thaddeus is surprisingly affectionate in his own way, though it’s often more intense and possessive than soft.

U - Unpredictable: You never quite know what Thaddeus will do next, which makes him both exciting and difficult to deal with. He's an adventurer at heart, always looking for new challenges and to explore new horizons.

V - Vengeful: When wronged, Thaddeus has a tendency to seek revenge, especially if someone has hurt those he cares about.

W - Wounded: Thaddeus carries old emotional scars, and they occasionally bubble to the surface, making him act out in ways that confuse others. That's why he often isolates himself and finds it difficult to open up and make true friends.

X - X-rated: Thaddeus has a secretive, sultry side that he rarely lets anyone see. When he's feeling particularly confident or drawn to someone, he becomes a master of subtle flirtation—using his words, his gaze, and his body language to send messages that are anything but innocent. His charm can be dangerously persuasive, and though he keeps this side of him tightly under wraps, when it comes out, it’s intense, often leaving people both intrigued and a little flustered. He’s fully aware of his effect on others, but he enjoys the control it gives him, knowing he can get under someone’s skin without ever saying a word.

Y - Yearning for Something More: Thaddeus secretly longs for a deeper connection with others, but he’s too proud or afraid to admit it. In romance, he looks for a long-lasting relationship where trust and loyalty are mutual and unconditional.

Z - Zoning Out: Thaddeus has a tendency to zone out when he’s deep in thought or processing his emotions, especially when he's feeling overwhelmed or conflicted. During these moments, he can become incredibly distant and unresponsive to those around him, sometimes losing track of time.

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[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus x reader

Note: yes,I love Thaddeus 😭

I tried to highlight Thaddeus abandonment issues and his dark side so here's the final version,I hope you enjoy it 💋

Cw: obsession, stalking, thriller, manipulation, abandonment issues

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Twisted Love

The moon lies high in the sky, full of stars, illuminating the empty streets of Kowloon Hell with its tender light, where darkness reigns and the nights seem endless.

Lying on the edge of the main rooftop:

Thaddeus.

His head full of thoughts.

~HIS POV:

Loneliness isn't just a horrible feeling; it's a companion that doesn't leave. My mind replays my past, each abandonment reminding me of how fragile I truly am. It's the weight of how easily people I cared about left me, as if I were a burden in their lives. It happened many times before—people have come and gone, and each departure left a scar deeper than the last.

"Ah, little bunny," I say, closing my eyes as I visualize your pretty face.

Your existence haunts me. The way you laugh when I make a stupid joke makes my heart skip a beat. That’s strange because I’ve always been good at keeping my distance, but with you, it's different. I can't stay away from you.

When I feel alone, I remember your small hands touching my face—gentle, soft strokes caressing me. You treat me as if I were someone worthy of your love. That’s why sometimes I’m overprotective: you’re too precious, and I don’t want you to suffer.

It’s funny, isn’t it? I pretend to be the good guy around you... I pretend to be the good friend—when in reality, I want to take you away from everyone. I just want to keep you safe from anyone who could hurt you. I’m the only one who can give you what you need.

You said it yourself the other day as we were walking to the park:

"You're the only one who truly understands me."

The affection in your eyes, that smile—no one ever gave me that. And I told you, playfully, "That's because we're meant to be." You blushed, looking so cute. But I wasn’t joking. We are meant to be. Together. Forever.

Sometimes, when the cold breeze of my domain envelops me, I wonder if this is what I deserve���being abandoned, left to face this cruel world alone. But when those thoughts overwhelm me, you come to mind. You’re the light that chases away the monsters.

I want to be the only one to whom you give your attention, your warmth, your smiles.

What I feel is not love.

No, it’s something darker, deeper.

Something I can’t control, something lurking in the back of my head, a sickening feeling—it’s obsession.

You’re not aware of the way I hide in the shadows to capture a glimpse of you. You don’t know how many times I’ve climbed up to your room to watch you sleep... so peaceful and innocent.

Too innocent for this world. Too innocent for me.

You’re too pure to be with someone as dark and twisted as me, but I am a selfish man. I have no intention of letting you go, little bunny.

My heart wouldn’t bear the sight of you in the arms of another man.

Before meeting you, it felt like I was invisible to everyone... a shadow fading into the background. Just one step away from being forgotten. But you, with your kindness, taught me that even I matter.

Sometimes I wonder if you feel it—if you feel my twisted love for you. When you look at me, I see it in those pleading, soft eyes of yours.

You can’t deny it, little one. You’re attracted to me, I know you are. You’re just too afraid to admit it.

But don’t worry. I’ll keep playing the charming prince for now. After all, I’m good at it.

"You're so cute when you blush, little bunny."

I chuckle, teasing you. "I'm sorry for teasing you... but I can't help it. It's just too fun."

We'll keep playing the cat and mouse as long as you want. I don’t mind.

At least I get to stay close to you.

Sooner or later, you will succumb to your desires.

You will come to me.

You have to.

You need me as much as I need you.

And I’ll be more than happy to satisfy you, my little bunny.

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[anjeliquesworld]

Thaddeus × reader

Note: decided to give my baby sum hype💋🙈

Cw: slightly nsfw, intrusion

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A feather caress

You were lying in bed, relaxing after a stressful day.

You closed your eyes as you took deep breaths, trying to clear your mind.The moonlight was illuminating your room.

Suddenly the windows in your room opened violently and there he was.... Standing nonchalantly against the wall.

-: Wha-What the hell?!How did you get in?!

You say sitting up, gripping the covers tightly.

Thaddeus grinned mischievously as he walked over to your bed.

-: Don't worry about that, I have my ways, little one

Sitting on the edge of your bed,he reaches to caress your cheek.

He leaned in closer, slowly pushing you down onto your back.

His voice dropping to a low whisper...as if he was sharing a secret,...a dangerous one.

:-You know.... you're always on my mind

Your heart raced as his fingers traced your features softly...He trails a finger down your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine.

Thaddeus chuckles darkly, admiring how you react to his touch.

:- I could do so much more to you,

he whispers seductively, his voice dripping with promise.

His touch felt like a sweet slow torture.

He leaned closer,you could feel his hot breath against you...he brushed his lips against yours slowly...you closed your eyes,giving in to the desire.

His lips felt like a feather caress

-: not yet,- he whispered.

And just like that he disappeared...

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