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Warlock human who pays their patron back with being free use whenever their patron wants.
An archfey that summons you to the fae realm whenever they want, finding the human smell too intoxicating to resist. The sound of soft bells and windchimes echo with each plunge they push into your core.
A fiend that marks your flesh, a collar to match as they keep reminding you of your place human, between their legs whenever they wish. Sometimes, you're kept tied to their bed on display for all visitors who may look but never touch.
A celestial that gets overbearing and condescending, constantly looking over your shoulder and making inappropriate remarks. Pulling you by holy strings up towards a featherly bed whenever they want to teach you manners.
A great old one that's indifferent to the way you squirm when overstimulated, whose emotions and expressions are too incomprehensible for your human mind. Who curiously pushes you past your limits each time.
A genie that comes from nobility and wealth that showers you in the most expensive equipment and clothes as long as you sit on their lap and thank them for each and every item as their fingers creep between your legs.
The fathomless that plunges you into pits of darkness, making you gasp for air as water shapes itself to plunge into your hole and wrap around your body. Each ocean, river, and lake send shivers up your skin and a feeling of uncontrollable lust.
The hexblade, where darkness means invisible hands, caressing your body, groping and proding against your sensitive areas. Even the simple shade of a tree means the feeling of lips against your neck. Each night brings promise of endless pleasure as the shadows manifest and spreads your legs
An undying who gets you to call them master. Strict and tough with their love as they bend you over their knees, a riding crop in the other hand. Who always makes sure you're on your best behaviour. Perfection is the bare minimum.
An undead who feasts on you each night, revealing in your life essence and the blood that pulses through you. Dead skin and souless eyes drinking up every reaction and moan they can get out of you, making you feed them what your human soul can offer.
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F**k It I Love You /// Michael Langdon
Michael Langdon x Fem!reader
Summary: Reader is a witch, but her and Michael seem to have a special connection. So what happens when her coven has to oversee Michael taking the test of The Seven Wonders. Will she stay loyal to her coven, or herself?
CW: Swearing, Kissing, Alludes to smut, Sexual themes, some violence.
WC: 3.2k
A/N: Hey guys!!! My first full fic after my year long disappearance!!! I really like this and I'm super excited to post it! I'll definitely make a part two if this does good, or upon request. With perhaps smut? Anyways I hope everyone is doing well!! Love y'all and as always, enjoy! ♡⋆˙
You sit in your lonely, over sized room at Miss Robichaux's academy, awaiting this afternoon's daunting task. You and the rest of the witches on the council, including Zoe, Myrtle, and Cordelia, were to visit Hawthorne school for young warlocks.
It was a place where none of the witches, including you, enjoyed visiting. Mostly due to the crude and pompous attitude of the warlocks towards you and your sisters.
It's not your fault that warlocks were naturally inferior to witches. Come to think of it you had never met a warlock who was so much as tolerable. Well...that is until a few months ago.
This particular visit to Hawthorne was something no witch, or warlock for that matter, had ever thought would come to pass.
For the first time ever, the test of the Seven Wonders will be performed on a warlock. A young man named Michael Langdon.
From the beginning Cordelia, your coven's supreme, had refused to perform this test deeming that it would be suicide. That was until Michael brought two witches, Queenie and Madison, back from the dead.
While this changed her mind, it also raised her concerns about Michael.
Cordelia had called a meeting with you and the rest of the council prior to your departure. She had described a darkness in Michael, one she had never seen in someone before. She described his energy as almost inhuman, something otherworldly.
"I am warning you all, proceed with caution." Cordelia had said.
While you smiled and agreed like you had been made to do, you had other thoughts on your mind.
You had connected with Michael from the moment you first met him, and in a way you had never experienced with another. Your fellow witches had been standoffish and dismissive to him, most likely feeling threatened by his power, you didn't feel the need.
He seemed to feel comfortable around you from the beginning. You didn't know if it was because you were the only witch who cared enough to treat him like a human being, or if there were other reasons. Despite that, conversation with Michael came easy, and the more interactions the two of you had the closer you became.
What was originally a simple act of kindness turned into prolonged eye contact and uncontrollable eye contact. The increasingly frequent visits to Hawthorne began to feel less like a punishment and more like a reward.
No matter, your sisters came first, which meant you had to push your growing emotions away.
Under any other circumstance you would be excited to see your friend, but the Seven Wonders weren't just any other event. Especially after Cordelia's warning, so unfortunately today was going to be stressful no matter what.
"Hurry up everyone, time to go!" you heard Cordelia call, annoyance in her voice.
You jumped up, not wanting to anger her further, fixed your hat, and headed down the stairs.
You, Cordelia, Zoe, and Myrtle all gathered in a circle in order to transmutate to Hawthorne collectively. Queenie and Madison also joined you, Madison wearing her iconic scowl.
You stood next to Zoe, your favorite among the council. Not that you disliked the other witches...but Myrtle was a little batty and Cordelia was well...Cordelia.
"Prepare yourselves sisters." Cordelia said softly, a serious look on her face.
Next thing you knew, your group was standing outside the strange structure that was Hawthorne School for Exceptional Young Men.
The six of you walked in, all trailing behind Cordelia.
You passed through the dark corridors, trying to hide the fact that you hoped Michael would appear around the corner.
When you and your magical companions made it to the room where the testing would take place you were greeted by warlock Ariel Augustus.
Out of all the warlocks you despised he was by far the worst, there was just something so off-putting about him. Yet you still shook his hand and gave him a half-hearted smile.
You gave the room a quick glance, looking for Michael.
"And when will Michael be joining us?" You asked Ariel.
"I would like to get this over as quickly as possible" You add, in an effort to seem disinterested.
Ariel looks at you with a sour face before looking over your shoulder towards the door.
"Well, it looks like you've got your wish because here comes the young warlock now." Ariel replies with distaste.
You turn around, and are faced with Michael's golden locks and icy blue eyes. He's wearing his usual, a long black cloak over his school uniform, yet he somehow manages to make the basic outfit look better than ever.
"Hello Michael." You say formally, keeping your serious composure. All while the two of you exchange a playful look, agreeing that these formalities are ridiculous.
Michael greeted you and the two of you drifted off to the far side of the room where you pretended to make small talk.
"God, this is so stressful." Michael says to you, breathing out a frustrated sigh.
Around others Michael had the tendency to put on a show, but never for you. With you, he was free of judgement.
"It'll be okay, just trust your instincts. You've got this." If Cordelia knew you were giving Michael advice you would surely be punished, but she doesn't need to know.
Michael shifted on his feet and looked at the ground, failing at hiding the blush creeping up his pale cheeks.
You almost reached out to give him a hug of reassurance but then remembered the others in the room. If you were being honest with yourself you really did have feelings for him, although reality told you that would never work out.
"Can we all just shut up and get on with this shit." Madison announced with an eye roll.
It was never a dull moment with her around.
"Yes, yes." Myrtle said.
Everyone took a seat as Cordelia began to explain the rules of the seven wonders.
You and Michael stood near each other behind a couch.
You figured since your lower bodies were hidden from the others it would be safe to reach out and squeeze his hand for reassurance.
You slowly put Michael's hand in yours and ran your fingers across his knuckles. His palms were sweaty. You truly believed you were the only one who sympathized with him on this, and you were glad you could give him that.
You and Michael made eye contact and exchanged a look of longing.
You broke the eye contact to look at Zoe who was giving you a look as if to say "stop what you're doing." She knew, of course she knew. Zoe was your best friend, of course she could tell when you liked a boy. Even if the circumstances were far more dire than your average high school romance.
You drop Michael's hand but he reaches back over and pulls it back, signaling "stay"
You sigh, what on earth were you getting yourself into.
"Okay, now if the rules are understood, we may begin." Cordelia announced, while scanning the room.
No one objected, and Ariel motioned for you all to follow him.
You felt the warmth of Michael's hand leaving you, and you were released from your own thoughts. You looked over at him to see him slowly walking towards the exit.
"Come on," Michael called back to you giving you a half-hearted smile.
You hurriedly caught up with him and the rest of the group, although the both of you remained at the end of the pack.
Ariel led you down a series of dark corridors. They all looked the same, and you began to lose count of the amount of turns you had taken.
Good luck getting out of here if you needed to make a break for it, you thought to yourself.
When you finally reached your destination, everyone gathered in the center of the large room. It looked just like every other room at Hawthorne, drab and dungeon-like. The only difference here was that it was larger and relatively empty.
Cordelia stood in the center of the room, a stern expression on her face.
"The first of the seven wonders, Telekinesis." She pointed to Michael, calling for him to join her in the center of the room.
You watched him as he walked towards her. He did almost too good of a job at hiding his nerves, walking with such effortless grace. You were almost envious.
Michael pointed to a candle hanging on the wall along the far side of the room. The candle quickly floated into his grasp.
The warlocks applauded, looking thrilled with his performance.
Telekinesis was the easiest of the seven wonders, and one any basic witch or warlock could easily achieve. So, naturally you and your fellow witches remained unimpressed.
"Next is Concilium, or mind control." Cordelia explained, gesturing for Michael to begin.
Michael also demonstrated this with ease, making Zoe and Madison perform a dance before everyone's eyes.
The next four Seven Wonders, Transmutation, Divination, Pyrokinesis, and Vitalum Vitalus, were all demonstrated by Michael perfectly. Even better than yourself you had to admit, which was odd considering how inexperienced he was.
The further the test progressed, the more concerned the members of your coven looked. You were torn, as you usually were when it came to Michael. Part of you shared your coven's concerns, after all, a male supreme would change the course of all of your lives. The rational part of you did not ever want to see a world where the powers of a warlock surpassed yours. Yet another part of you, the part that cared for Michael, wanted him to succeed despite all other factors.
Although the hardest test of the Seven Wonders, Descensum, had yet to be tested. And you knew Cordelia wouldn't let Michael get off without adding a catch.
"Today, I'm not asking you to perform this wonder...I am asking you to conquer it." Just as you had expected, Cordelia was going to twist the rules.
Cordelia proceeded to ask Michael to retrieve the long lost Misty Day from the underworld, where she was banished after being unable to achieve the seventh wonder.
You glanced over at Michael, who stared Cordelia dead in the eye. You weren't surprised that he looked unfazed, he had in fact done this before when he brought Madison back from the dead.
Despite that, the warlocks were outraged, arguing with Cordelia about the task's unfairness.
"It's okay, I'll do it." Michael said calmly and definitively, shutting everyone up.
You gave Michael a concerned look, which he combated with a soft smile.
Michael laid down on the floor, getting in the position needed for the task. He began reciting the spell, which was a jumble of Latin words.
Michael then fell into a deep trance, signaling that the process of Descensum had begun.
Now all that was left to do was to wait.
You walked to the back of the room and sat in a chair next to Zoe and Queenie. You tapped your foot on the floor nervously, your heel making a repetitive clicking noise.
You waited in silence for about ten minutes, your eyes glued to Michael just in case.
"My god how long is this supposed to take, some people have things to do." Madison huffed, and as if on cue Michael shot up into a sitting position.
You, along with everyone else, rushed forward in anticipation.
"Where's Misty?" Cordelia demanded angrily.
Michael said nothing. He stared blankly at the wall, breathing heavily.
Before you could stop yourself you leaned down to check if he was okay, but just as you placed your hand on his shoulder someone's tight grip pulled you back.
"Watch out!" Zoe yelled, as she yanked you towards her.
You stumbled over your feet, nearly losing your balance. You looked below you and your eyes widened at what you saw.
Misty had seemingly appeared out of nowhere, and right where you had been only moments before.
You were in shock, and apparently so was Cordelia.
She dropped to the ground and pulled Misty into a tight hug, tears falling from her face.
You looked over at Michael, who staggered back towards a table in the corner of the room. He looked exhausted, and you fought the urge to ask him if he was okay.
Your focus shifted when you heard Misty call your name.
The curly haired woman gave you a long teary eyed hug, and you only now realized how much you had missed her. You made a mental note to thank Michael for this reunion later.
"Cordelia!" Queenie yelled, and once again you were forced to shift your attention.
Cordelia was hunched over, blood running down her nose. She looked weak, like she had after seeing Queenie and Madison return.
"What's happening?" Madison shouted.
"What happens every time a new supreme rises, the old one begins to fade." One of the warlocks said proudly.
"You're a pathetic pompous ass!" Myrtle spat, pulling Cordelia close to her.
You followed her example and stepped closer to your supreme, putting your hand on her shoulder in reassurance.
"There is no denying it...Michael is the new supreme." Cordelia huffed before nearly collapsing to the floor.
You gasped, scrambling to help her back to her feet. Once Cordelia was stable again Myrtle and Misty carried her to a private room to help her recover.
"Well...I guess we will reconvene later." Ariel announced to the rooms remaining occupants.
As everyone began to file out of the room you saw Michael head in your direction. You began walking over to meet him when Zoe grabbed onto your arm once more.
She pulled you in the opposite direction and loudly announced, "Can I talk to you for a moment."
Before you had time to object she had pulled you out of the room and down one of the many dark corridors.
"Zoe is everything o-" She cut you off.
"Do you know how dangerous what you're doing is?" Zoe scolded.
Your stomach dropped.
"What do you mean..." you replied, acting clueless.
Zoe sighed in frustration.
'I'm your best friend, you think I don't see how you two look at each other?"
Dammit. Was it that obvious?
"Zoe, I know it's wrong. I know the coven will disapprove. I'm sorry. I'll make it go away, I promise." You sounded defeated.
Zoe pursed her lips. "Listen, I'm not saying you have to stop. I'm just saying be better at hiding it. Cause you know what will happen if Cordelia finds out."
You sighed, she was right. Cordelia would be furious if she knew, especially since she was already so suspicious of Michael. It would likely even be grounds for being burned at the stake.
"I'm just saying be careful is all, but other than that my lips are sealed." Zoe said.
You nodded in agreement and smiled at your friend.
"Be safe." Zoe hugged you quickly before walking off to go check on Cordelia.
You turned on your heel and walked down the hall, a long sigh escaping your lips.
As you turned the corner you felt someone's strong grip pull you down a darkened hall.
"What the hell-"
You looked up to see Michael looming above you.
"Jesus, Michael you scared me." You gasped, hand on your fast beating heart.
"I heard everything, everything Zoe said to you." Michael said, his piercing blue eyes burning into yours.
Your heart dropped into the pit of your stomach.
"Michael. She's right you know. I mean my coven hates you, what would they think?" You explained.
"Shhhh.." Michael whispered as he brought his index finger to your lips.
"I don't care, what we have is more important."
"Don't you agree?"
Michael took your hands in his and brought them to his chest. He looked at you in a pleading, almost desperate way.
"Michael, I-" You said unsure of your actions. You knew the consequences of betraying your coven, but were you ready to embrace them? you didn't know.
"Please..." Michael stammered.
You felt his hot breath against your already warm skin. The strong scent of his cologne filled your nostrils. everything about him was irresistible, it was all just too much.
"I can't wait any longer. I need this, I need you." Michael said.
That was it for you.
"Oh just fuck it." You said before pressing your lips harshly to his.
You pulled Michael down by the front of his shirt to better adjust to his height.
The kiss was short lived, but that didn't stop you from wanting more.
Thankfully Michael felt the same because he reached for the nearest door and opened it, pulling you inside.
He kissed you sloppily and hungrily as he yanked you through the doorway. He slammed the door behind you while continuing to kiss you.
"Is this a closet?" You asked, looking around at the small space.
"I believe so..." Michael replied, smiling at you.
You laughed and kissed him again.
Michael pushed you into the corner while kissing you slowly. He bit down on your lip, drawing a significant amount of blood. You let out a soft moan as Michael sucked at the small wound.
Michael broke the kiss and gazed at you lovingly.
"God you're so beautiful."
You smiled, trying to hide your flustered reaction. He made your heart do back flips.
Michael kissed you on the cheek, then your lips again.
"Everyone's probably looking for me, I can't be gone too long. After all I am the supreme now." Michael said with a smirk.
"Just a few more minutes please." You whined, pulling him into you.
'Well, I guess I can make time for you." Michael kissed you harshly as if this was the last chance he'd ever get to.
His hand snaked down your back and stopped to tightly wrap around your waist. You couldn't hear anything except heavy breathing from the both of you.
You reached up, lacing your fingers through Michael's hair. You pulled at the long blonde locks.
Michael put his hands under your thighs and hoisted you up around his waist. This gave his easier access to your neck and chest, which he began pressing desperate kisses to.
Michael nipped and sucked at your neck and parts of your slightly exposed chest. Only then did you feel something poking you beneath where your legs were wrapped around Michael's waist.
"Well someone's excited." You stated.
"What can I say?" Michael laughed softly.
You smiled, rolling your eyes at his sarcasm.
"Want me to take care of that for you?"
Michael's face turned red, clearly embarrassed. As much as he tried to hide behind his 'bad boy' persona, he truly was just an awkward guy.
"As much as I'd love that it'll have to be another time. Unfortunately I have more important things to take care of." Michael sighed.
You frowned, disappointed. He was right.
"How about this. Tomorrow night we meet, and we can finish what we started." Michael inquired, tracing his finger across your jawline.
You smiled,
"That works for me."
On that note you and Michael exited the cramped closet. But before stepping out into the hall Michael pulled you in for a hug. He wrapped his arms around you lovingly, and you sank into his touch.
"I love you." Michael whispered so quietly you could barely hear him.
"I love you too." You replied with no hesitation.
Michael kissed you on the forehead before stepping out into the hall.
"Till tomorrow, my love." Were his parting words as Michael disappeared around the corner.
You laughed to yourself, what an adventure this was going to be.
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Reflected Desire ༊*·˚
18+ MDNI !!!
Pairing: Michael Langdon x Fem! Reader / You
Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 2 - Mirror Sex. Michael is staying at Robichuax Academy, awaiting the Seven Wonders test. He takes a liking to one of the witches to pass the time and is determined to get her alone, no matter where that might be.
Tags: Mirror sex, P in V, Unprotected sex, Mildly dubious consent, Mild red flags, Praise kink, Biting, Marking, Bathroom sex, Out of character Michael, Hawthorne!Michael, Reader is a witch, SoftDom!Michael (sorta?), Antichrist!Michael (alluded to), No plot.
Word count: 2k
Read it on ao3! | Masterlist
Authors note: I haven't watched Apocalypse in so long so a million apologies that this is definitely out of character!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡
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The halls of Robichaux Academy had never been tenser. Michael Langdon was staying in the academy, waiting to take the Seven Wonders test. A snake in your midst. He mostly kept to himself and his fellow warlocks but he had seemed to have taken an odd liking to you. He would flash you charming smiles as you passed him in the halls, make a point to sit beside you at dinner, pull out your chair for you and make a show of being the perfect gentleman. Despite him being considered the enemy, you could tell many of the witches felt deeply jealous at the attention he was lavishing on you. Michael, for all his flaws, was an extraordinarily handsome man, it was almost unnatural how flawless he looked. Sometimes, his perfect smiles almost unnerved you, made you feel that there was something almost wrong with him. However, then his eyes would land on you, almost softening slightly and you were swept away by his looks once more. You couldn’t understand the attention he paid you. None of the other warlocks had batted a single eye at you. Someone like Madison seemed much more deserving of this attention, but he was giving it to you, and you could hardly complain.
His temporary room in the academy was on the same corridor as yours, you passed him often on the way in and out. He would smile and try his best to ensnare you into conversation, but often you were busy, heading to classes or to bed. You could see his displeasure all over his face whenever you would make your excuses, but he remained measured and polite, suggesting he catch you some other time. Tonight, you left your room, toothbrush clutched in hand, heading for one of the shared bathrooms. He emerged almost instantly after you had, making you wonder if he’d been listening out for your door to open. He approaches from behind, snaking a hand across your back and onto your hip, using his grip to turn you to face him. He smiles charmingly as you flush a little.
“Good evening, my darling,” he purrs, tugging you a little closer. He’s never been quite this forward before, you find you don’t hate it.
“Good evening, Michael,” you smile back shyly. He’s still dressed in his pristine Hawthorne School uniform, though he’s ditched the tie and the outer layers, still in his crisp white shirt and dress pants. You’re just wearing some old loungewear, an oversized sweater that hangs slightly off of your shoulder and a pair of sweats. It makes you feel shyer than normal, the contrast of how the two of you must look together, but he just smiles pleasantly.
“What are you up to?” he muses, toying slightly with the hem of your sweater. You lift your toothbrush to his gaze.
“Heading to brush my teeth… wash my face… that sort of stuff,” you shrug, averting your eyes to one of the paintings on the wall by the staircase. He hums in acknowledgement, his finger dipping slightly under your sweater, brushing innocently against the skin of your side.
“I suppose that means you’re once again too busy for a chat,” he mutters with a resigned tone, but he’s smiling in a way that tells you he isn’t feeling all that down at all. You open your mouth to answer, but he interjects. “Unless I join you,” he muses with a grin.
“Join me?”
“Yes, actually that’s a fine idea… let's go, shall we?” he chuckles, guiding you by a hand on your waist toward one of the bathrooms. You follow silently, feeling a little bewildered. The two of you enter the bathroom, he flicks on the lights with a finger and clicks the lock, making you tense a little. He just smiles, coming to stand behind you as you wet your toothbrush at the sink. You look up, meeting his eye in the mirror, before quickly averting your gaze again. He looks unbelievably smug, like he’s got you where he wants you and you realise with a start as his arms snake around your waist, that he has. His fingers gather up your hair, pushing it gently over one of your shoulders, baring one side of your neck to him. His breaths are warm as they wash over your neck, he presses himself against you, watching you in the mirror. You continue silently brushing your teeth, staring down into the sink as his nose nudges at the underside of your ear. “You smell lovely,” he hums, taking a deep breath. “I’ve been waiting so long to get you alone,” he presses his lips softly to the skin of your neck. You blush deeply, dipping down for a moment to spit your toothpaste froth out. He seems completely undeterred, holding you even closer as you straighten back up. You gasp, your eyes widening as you feel something hard against your lower back. He chuckles deeply. “Do you feel what you do to me?” You nod without words and he smirks. He peppers more soft kisses up and down your neck, making his way down to your bare shoulder and back up again. Through the reflection of the mirror, you watch his lips latch onto your neck, sucking gently. His eyes open to meet yours as he leaves a tangible mark on you, evidence that you’d let him this close without so much as a protest.
“What are you doing?” you question finally, but it’s already too late. Withdrawing from you slightly, he presses soothing kisses to the newly forming bruise on your neck. It’s clear he’s ignoring your question, enjoying the look on your face as you watch him, taking in the size of the mark he’s left.
“Want another, my darling? They look perfect on you, don’t they?” he purrs, nuzzling at your skin. Your eyes skim your neck in the reflection, watching as he leaves several smaller marks on your skin. His hands venture just beneath your sweater once again, skimming the skin above your waistband. He looks completely engrossed in you and you can’t help but feel his admiration of your body pooling in your stomach. “Can I take this off of you?” he murmurs. You hesitate, watching him in the mirror. He looks up to meet your eye, grinning smugly as he notices your breath hitching. He pushes your sweater up slightly, a reminder of his question.
“Yeah,” you breathe. He’s tugging the sweater over your head in a fraction of a second, discarding it onto the sink counter. You avert your eyes from the mirror as your topless form comes into view, feeling weird to be looking at yourself like this. His hands snake worshipfully up over your stomach to cup your breasts. You make a tiny noise of pleasure as he does this and he grunts in response. He’s watching you reflection as he kneads at your soft flesh, continuing to shower your neck with kisses.
“Been wanting this more than you understand,” he mumbles against your ear. “Been thinking of you every moment since I got here,” he brushes his fingers over your nipples gently, making you gasp. “I’ve never felt so needy in my life,” One arm remains around you, cupping and kneading your breast, the other snakes down and starts to push down your sweats. The waistband is loose so they fall down to your thighs with minimal effort, he helps them the rest of the way down. “Step out,” he whispers gently, you do as you’re told and step out of them. He kicks them aside and presses his rock hard arousal against your rear, letting out a little hiss. His hands leave you just long enough for him to yank off his own clothes, seemingly with little regard for whether the garments survive this encounter. He presses back against you, working his thumbs into the sides of your panties. “Will you let me have you, my angel?” he exhales shakily, teasing his fingers against the lace edge of your panties, waiting for your permission. His angel, the words echo in your mind, they feel both enticing and decidedly dangerous in some way.
“Have me,” you whisper back, meeting his eyes in the mirror. His eyes look almost blackened with lust, his pupils swallowing his irises whole. He sighs in relief, bending you slightly against the sink counter, you prop yourself up on your hands as he presses desperate kisses between your shoulder blades, tugging your panties down slowly. Your face is dangerously close to your reflection and you try your best to avoid your own eye as he positions himself behind you, arms wrapping around you securely.
“Thank you, my angel,” he coos, pressing against your entrance gently and grunting softly at the feeling. His hands hold you in place as your body tries to twitch away at the sudden sensation. He shushes you gently as he begins to press forward into you, your back arches and your lips fall open in an elongated moan. His eyes are glued on your reflection as your face twists in pleasure, your body welcoming him in like a treasured guest. “Perfect,” he sighs. “You look and feel perfect,” he begins to rock his hips gently, watching your eyelids flutter and your teeth bite at your lower lip. “Look at you,” he murmurs, taking ahold of your chin and turning your head so you meet the eye of your reflection. “Look how well you’re taking me,” he grunts as his actions speed up, his hand moving down to your hip to keep you in place as he thrusts. You blush at the sight of yourself, looking utterly sinful. You’re flushed all down your neck, your skin glimmering with perspiration, your pupils blown. You jolt forward with each of his thrusts, glancing up at his intense expression in the mirror as he watches you like you’re a gift from heaven. He grips your hips tighter. “My perfect angel,” he growls, pulling you back against him at an increasingly rapid pace. You throw your head back for a moment and you feel his hand on the back of your head, tangling in your hair, angling your head back down. “Keep your eyes on you,”
“Michael…” you whine, half in embarrassment, half in pleasure. He just speeds up, pressing his chest to your back, leaning his chin on your shoulder. You watch each other's faces in the reflection, both twisted in ecstasy. He grunts louder and louder, his thrusts growing harsher as he approaches his peak. His hands grip you hard, leaving fingertip indents. You whine and cry in pleasure as he ravishes you, you see tears of pleasure forming in your eyes in the mirror and feel utterly pathetic, though unable to do anything about it. He leans forward to kiss at your cheek, muttering sweet praises against your skin that send your mind reeling.
“Come for me, my angel, show me how you’re feeling, you’re doing so well,” he coaxes in your ear. Suddenly, as if something has possessed you, you scream out, your whole body arching and shaking. You sob loudly as you come around his cock, making him fall apart in tandem. He bites down on your shoulder, growling and shivering furiously as he empties into you. You collapse forward, your cheek pressing against the cool surface of the mirror, giving your overheated face some much needed relief. You pant, trying to blink away the tears that had gathered in the corners of your eyes. He withdraws from you, but continues to hold you against his chest, kissing all over your shoulders. After a moment of composing himself he chuckles breathlessly against your ear. “I think the entire academy just heard you fraternising with the enemy,” he taunts, nipping at your ear.
“Oh God…” you hang your head, his lips follow you, pressing against your lips for the first time. You kiss back despite yourself, desperate now for his touch.
“I’m your God now, my sinful little angel,”
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xoxoxo
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✧˖°. A Special Reward ✧₊⁺
Raphael x F!Tav/Reader
⋆˙⟡♡ Summary: You were his little warlock~ his precious songbird. As you make your way back into the house hope, your body weary from your travels and seeking clients for him, Raphael takes notice and offers a rare opportunity to take care of you for a change.
⋆˙⟡♡ Notes: A special little gift/ trade for my beloved friend @octarinecat xoxo
⋆˙⟡♡ NSFW | Soft Raphael | Comfort | Fingering
The journey back to Raphael- to that familiar house of hope, was a blur of aching muscles and weary thoughts. Each step a reminder of how long it took for you to seek out new clients for him, your body also tender from all this running around looking for that damn crown he so desperately wanted… He was your devil though, your patron…
Why you made a pact with him you weren't quite sure. Maybe it was the way he talked, his words always filled with such conviction- such belief in his own cause. Or maybe you just wanted someone to rely on. Either way you were his now,and despite everything he was forcing upon you- all these tiring errands, he was your entire world, everything you cared about was now wrapped up in one single soul… A devils soul. Any sane person would run away screaming, but not you… He had become everything you could cling to.
As you pushed open the grand doors to his boudoir, the scent of incense, cherries, and wine all mingled together, washing over you like a familiar embrace. And oh how it all felt like home.
Your eyes searched for the familiar face, for that familiar body, for those wings that would sometimes surround you as he held you tight and kissed the back of your neck… And there he was, Raphael, your devil, lounging in his grand bath, the water lapping gently against his skin. The room dimly lit causing the shadows to dance across the walls as the flickering candles reflect off the surface of the water.
His hookah rests in his grasp, a tendril of smoke curling lazily into the air, and his eyes- those deep, brown, doe like eyes- find yours with a knowing smirk, “Ah, my little mouse,” he drawls, his voice a smooth, velvety caress like always, “I feared you might not return to me. You were gone for such an interminable length of time, I almost found myself... concerned.” He laughs, the very notion of worry amusing to him...
The rich sound of his chuckle makes your heart swell and stirs the butterflies in your stomach… His tone alone making you bow your head in submission, your fingers gripping at the hem of your dress, your knuckles white. How could you ever disappoint him?
With a languid snap of his fingers, embers circles around him and then, the bath is empty. The water still and lifeless as ifhe was never there, the hookah nozzle dangling on the side, smoke still rising from its tip.
The familiar sound of him appearing just across the room- right beside his bed, breaks you out of your trance, and you look up to see him. Raphael stands, completely nude and unashamed, the glow from the candles illuminating his handsome features- his gorgeous body. His eyes still focused on yours as you shyly glance away, knowing you don't have permission to stare, yet.
Raphael grins, he’s so delighted and proud of you, his good little warlock. That you obey his commands without quesrion, or complaint, that you never dare to look upon him without his express consent, and that you were the only one that could make him feel something other than disgust.
“Come,” he beckons, and with a snap -a small gesture to let you know it’s okay to look-. He begins to climb atop his plush bed laying on his stomach, awaiting for you to join him.
You approach slowly each step bringing you closer to the promise of his touch. Your fingers graze his arm, a gentle caress that speaks of the devotion you have for him. As he lies on his stomach, waiting, his eyes half lidded and wanting- demanding that you do as he likes as always.
The bed shifts under your weight, dipping down slightly as you climb onto the silky sheets. Your leg swings over his side so that you may straddle his back with a practiced ease. The softest moan escapes him as he relaxes beneath your fingers, your hands running along his spine.
Your fingers trace every line and curve, each muscle, every divot in his skin, before they dip lower- following his backbone, all the way to his tail bone, and then back up again. You notice how he shudders, how his breath hitches when your hands begin to knead the tender, delicate muscles of his back, how his breathing gets deeper and more drawn out with each passing second.
As you lean forward, pressing yourself against his back, the heat of his skin warming your own, his brows furrow with feigned irritation. A quiet huff escaping him when he turns his head to face you, his eyes narrowed in mock aggravation,“You’ve been absent for what feels like an eternity, leaving me to ponder if you were worth the keep or not. And now, you presume to indulge in idleness. Must I remind you of the fate that befalls inept warlocks who dare to keep their patron waiting excessively? Or is it that you are subtly imploring me for a measure of discipline?”
His words are sharp and cold, but they lack any true bite, his anger not really there, only a farce to tease and taunt. The truth was, he feels how your soft, tender body presses against his- the sensation making him feel safe, and warm… Comforted.
Though he’d dare not admit it, he needs this, the touch, the intimacy, and the love- and he would deny that he felt such a thing till his very soul was ripped apart.
“Apologies… I- I was not seeking punishment, nor have I forgotten my place…” Your voice is a whisper, “I’ll continue as you like-“ As your hands continue their soothing ministrations across Raphael's back, you feel the tension in his muscles begin to melt away. Yet, there's a moment- a fleeting second when your arm moves just so, and a sharp twinge of pain shoots through you, “Nnh’!” You wince, the involuntary reaction not lost on Raphael.
He shifts slightly beneath you, feigning irritation once more, though there's a playful edge to his voice now, “Ah, my dear mouse, must you press so insistently?” he chides, “One might think you are attempting to knead me into submission.” His eyes and brows furrow together.
His eyes, ever observant, catch the flicker of discomfort that crosses your face again, “But what is this?” he muses, turning his head slightly to regard you with mock concern, “Have you gone and made yourself sore, my poor little mouse? All for me?”
There's a pause, a heartbeat where the world holds its breath, and then Raphael sighs, “I suppose I could grant you a reprieve,” he concedes, a hint of warmth in his voice, “After all, you have earned it. You found the Crown of Karsus, did you not? Such a feat deserves recognition.”
“Raphael? I-... I- thank you, but- it’s my responsibility to keep you satis-“
Before you could finish responding, he moves with a sudden, fluid grace, flipping you over with a deftness that leaves you breathless. A ring of fire bursts into existence around him as his true devilish form emerges.
His skin a deep, infernal red, his horns arching grandly like a regal crown upon his head. His wings unfurl, stretching wide, their span a testament to his true nature. And his tail, sinuous and serpentine, wraps gently around your ankle, a reminder of the bond- the contract that ties you to him.
Raphael takes your hand into his, bringing it up to his lips so that he may place a soft, lingering kiss against your fingertips, a tender, reverent gesture, before pulling away and regarding you with a wicked gleam in his eye. His touch was surprisingly gentle, his hand tracing soothing patterns across the top of your hand. In this moment, the roles are reversed, and you find yourself enveloped in his warmth, the weight of the world slipping away as you surrender to his care. A rare occurrence- one that you will most certainly not take for granted.
It's not often he shows affection, or any other emotion besides disdain and disgust, or love for only himself. His true feelings always hidden beneath a mask, his eyes though, never betraying his thoughts.
“You've done well,” he whispers, his breath a caress against your ear, his hand flicking in the air to dismiss the candlelight, leaving the two of you bathed in darkness.
When you feel his nails softly rake down your thigh you bite your lip.
A low, rumbling growl reverberates in his chest, a warning to let you know you should not keep quiet- he wishes to hear you, his little songbird. He wants to listen to the symphony of sweet sounds that you make, especially when his fingers finally dip between your thighs, parting your folds.
“Do not dare to hide your voice from me, I want to hear it, my songbird.”
“Yes Raphael, I won't... I-I promise- I-!”
He hums, satisfied when he flips your dress and moves your laced panties to the side, his fingers rubbing your clit in slow, teasing circles. You feel the pressure build in your core as his finger dip further, teasing your entrance, his nails catchingagainst the soft flesh. Leaning in close, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers about your demise- how his body will devour yours and leave nothing behind but a babbling mess. The words a dark caress, but his actual touch a promise of how gentle he’ll try to be.
He's a contradiction in every way, a devil- a lover, a friend, a foe. He's the very essence of everything and nothing, the yin and the yang. He is your light, your darkness, your savior, your destruction, and you couldn't live without him- not anymore.
A breathy moan slips past your lips, and he smirks, pleased that you're doing exactly as he asked, not hiding away any noises you make.
Raphael watches you with a feral, almost predatory look. A dark chuckle escaping him when he slips a single digit inside you, and the way you squirm, the breathy moan that leaves your lips, your cheeks flushed a beautiful pink- it's all a delicious sight to behold, a vision that will forever be etched into his mind.
Outside his balcony a storm brews, a cacophony of thunder and lightning filling the red skies of Avernus, as he pushes a second finger into your core. The red hue from the storm outside dances across your body, highlighting the graceful arch of your back as you respond to his touch.
Raphael groans, a sound somewhere between desire and desperation, as he slides his fingers out, then thrusts them back in. It's not enough, it will never be enough, he’s desperate for you, and he needs you now.
You feel his claws sink into your hip, his grip almost painful as he lifts you effortlessly, his hand lifting one of your legs over his broad shoulder just as his tail guides your other leg to rest over his opposite shoulder. The position leaving you open and vulnerable to whatever it is Raphael wants to do to you.
His hand grips the nape of your neck, pinning you down to the bed, his thumb lightly brushing the column of your throat, a silent warning not to move, or else…
The air was thick with the scent of brimstone, cherries and the fresh scent of the storm just outside. The smell of it all making you light headed as the room spun around you, your breath hitching in your throat.
“Ra-Raphael~ Let my body sing a melody of devotion and praise to you, my-my patron~! Ah-ha~!!”
He grins, his sharp teeth bared, a wicked smirk that promises only blissful torment, before he sheathes himself completely inside you, a feral groan rumbling in his chest. His hips snapping against yours in a brutal, unrelenting pace.
Each thrust hits a spot so deep inside you, a place no human could reach, and it drives you crazy, the pleasure, the feeling of being stretched so perfectly by his cock, the way his eyes seem to glow with an otherworldly fire, and his wings- they curl around the two of you, cocooning you in his embrace.
And his tail- oh, how his tail curls around your ankle, squeezing ever so slightly, as if he was silently reminding you that no matter where you go, you belong to him, body, mind and soul.
A particularly harsh thrust has you crying out, your back arching, the movement pushing your chest forward against his squishing them together.
He snarls, the sight of you- the feel of you, writhing beneath him, making his heart beat faster, and his cock twitch inside you.
Your walls clench around him, and it's almost too much, the way you feel so tight… You were nothing like Haarlep- no you were everything he needed. Haarlep was made to fit his needs but you- you were perfect. Your insides taking the shape of his cock as if you were molded just for him.
The storm outside is but a reflection of the passion within the boudoir, the sanctuary you find in each other's arms. No words needed, as you feel Raphael's hand release your throat, trailing down between the valley of your breasts and to your belly.
He leans down, his breath ghosting against the shell of your ear, and the low timbre of his voice makes you shiver,"Cum for me, my little songbird~"
With that, he gives one final, forceful thrust, his lips claiming yours in a heated, passionate kiss.
Your orgasm rips through you, and the sound you make, the way your whole body tenses as you arch your back, is enough to send Raphael over the edge with you.
You feel his seed spilling into you, and it's a euphoric feeling, being filled with his warmth, knowing he chose to give this pleasure to you, and you alone.
The moment lingers, as he collapses beside you, his tail still curled possessively around your ankle, a reminder of who owns you, and who owns him.
His head rests against the pillow, his hair splayed across it like a hellish halo, and the smile he gives is one of adoration, his eyes warm, and his smile genuine. He is at peace with you, his little songbird, his warlock, his mouse~
The room is silent, save for the sound of his the storm outside, his breathing and your own ragged pants, the two of you basking in the afterglow...
You play with his hair, his sleeping face peaceful and relaxed, his expression almost boyish- innocent. You can't help but smile at the sight, your fingers still brushing through his hair.
You can't imagine ever leaving him- not even for a moment. You would gladly follow him wherever he does, forever thankful you signed a contract with such a devil.
#bg3#baldurs gate 3#raphael bg3#haarlep#bg3 raphael#baldurs gate#tav#raphael the cambion#raphael x tav#raphael bg3 x tav#raphael x reader
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➳ deal with the devil
➶ enhypen hyung line x demon!reader 。˚ °
-ˏ` ✎﹏ "See? Who's the victim and who's the hunter is a matter of opinion. You've got the throwing star, but your neck bleeds because of my teeth. Who's who now?"
The whole university went out to haunt people on Halloween night, but you're in detention. So you're playing a game of hunter and prey. They're the hunters, you're the prey.
Only for a while.
➴ genre: suggestive, demon au, warlock au, supernatural college au, pre-poly / friends in a big situationship
: ̗̀➛ warnings: very slight knife play, jakehoon (not actually, you'll get it), seduction as manipulation (it works!), predator/prey with a twist, biting, making out, actually not as dark as it seems
⌨ :: 4.2K words ♡ ︵ . .
⁀➷ i'm a little late, but it's done. happy halloween, engenes! 🎃
⁀➷ thanks to @wonsheep for beta-ing this <3 i'll give you a pack of jelly beans later.
➳ mlist
The cursed piano plays his favorite classic in the Music Room. Melancholic, dark melodies float towards you as the heel of your shoe beats up the silence of the abandoned corridor. You twirl the sweets in your pocket. Jungwon gave them to you before he left to go and scare people. He probably did it out of pity, since you couldn't go with him to the usual Halloween campus program. The piano in the distance starts a new song, and you take off to push the arched door of the Hall of the Immortals, decorated with vines and skulls. The wood wails to let you enter the hall, where the rituals of demons and witches usually take place. Right now there are no reddish pentagrams painted on the floor or heavy, sinister books and bones on the table. Only a few candles flicker and surround a table with four mugs on it. There's a fifth, held in the warlock’s palm, and he's about to plunge a dollop of thick, brownish liquid from the pot with great care into it.
You wait for the door to slam behind you, shutting out the piano's dismal song, but instead somebody catches the heavy door, and you are perhaps a little startled by the sudden presence behind you.
“Mugs? Really?” Heeseung looks on with disbelief as he sidesteps you. “The school has so many goblets, there's one for every rite. And you put the curse into a mug?”
“Don't be such a snob,” says Jay, placing the filled cup next to the others. He neatly arranges them in a circle.
“I'm not a snob,” replies Heeseung darkly.
“Imagine that it's just pumpkin flavored hot chocolate. Four really is just that, so maybe you don't even have to imagine.”
Although, the way Jay is looking at Heeseung right now, he might want the elder to choose the one with the curse. To somehow relieve the tension you sense, you walk over to the table and eye the similarly plain brown china, from which a fragrant, spicy steam rises.
“They're cute,” you note.
Heeseung snorts and leans against one of the tables against the wall. The light from the candles doesn't reach there, and his tall figure is completely lost in the darkness, in the shadow. Remembering how lonely and desolate the university's castle is this evening, you wish he would drink the curse, that he'd be the one to be hunted down tonight. He's so good at blending in, that you probably wouldn't catch him.
“Where did you get them?” You stroke one of the mugs’ handles and stare hard, in hope that you recognise the cursed one.
“From the kitchen. Someone in the divination department has already got the mugs in advance, so that we can paint on them at Christmas.”
It was the same last year, you painted on mugs before the break. Everyone had a chance to get creative and take the results home. But for now, you're going to play. Christmas is still a distant, frost-white dream. At the hour of death, when the bodies crawl out of the grave and the children dress up as monsters while the monsters themselves walk among them, you are going to play a game in which someone nearly dies.
One of you.
The door opens with another slam. An impatient demon rushes to the table.
“Are you ready? Is the curse in there?” asks Jake, leaning so far against the table that the drinks are shaken and the tip of his horn almost grazes Jay's skin. “Can we start?”
His excitement spreads to the candles. They flare up, burning orange and giving off enough light for you to see the tip of Heeseung's boot.
“Sunghoon is not here yet.”
“Did he chicken out?” Heeseung asks mockingly.
“Haha, no,” replies Sunghoon, who also emerges from the shadows, but not through the door. He came through the secret witch's passage from the hall, which the demons don't know about, so you can only guess which way the entrance might be. “I've just spiced up the curse to make sure it's effective. With snake venom.”
And the flames burn faster, even more brightly. The white wax drips in hot drops down the melting stump, as if to symbolize Jake's anticipation. You, on the other hand, who has no effect on the lights with your emotions, are merely blown away because the contents of the vial Sunghoon brought you mix so easily with the hot chocolate that after Jay spins the tray on which the mugs are standing, you have no idea which one contains the poison-turbocharged curse.
You're about to find out.
You're all gathered around the table, and it's not just Jake and the candles that are radiating excitement anymore. You can hardly breathe.
“Everybody take one. On three," Jay says in a serious tone. “One, two, three.”
You reach for one of the cups that looks sympathetic. With a trembling hand you lift it to your mouth.
"Ouch, it's hot!" exclaims Jake.
"Obviously. Because it's hot chocolate," Heeseung rolls his eyes. Sunghoon scowls at him.
“Do you feel strange?” Jay asks Jake, who is fanning his tongue.
“It just hurts like hell.”
Finally, after the interlude, you pluck up the courage and drink your own. You are careful, only taking a tiny sip, so you don't burn yourself like others, but it immediately starts burning your mouth and then your throat. You grip your skin, fingers curling into claws, hoping to scrape the tantalizing taste out of you. This is not what a pumpkin flavored hot chocolate is like, not at all.
You fall to your knees, gasping for air. A supporting hand brushes your shoulder. When you feel better, you stand up.
You feel immortal, and yet very, very vulnerable. Weak. Like a victim.
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Your friends are lurking to kill you.
Three important events have led to this moment, as far as you can tell. First, the day you were learning in demonology class about the various torture methods that demons have developed together with witches. One of these was the curse of immortality, where a person is immortal and can therefore be tortured beyond the extreme. Then came the time when you summoned a spirit with Sunghoon's ouija board. The spirit lady possessed Sunghoon and flirted with Jake through him. Jake was so embarrassed that the armchair underneath him immediately caught on fire, and half the lounge was burnt down before they could put the flames out. It didn't end well for the community space, nor for you. That's when you were banned from going out into the human world on Halloween to haunt. So that led to the third event, when you were wondering what to do to distract yourselves when Halloween came. What could you do to have fun? Jake suggested horror movies. Heeseung said those are boring because what's the point of watching killers hunt when you could be the ones hunting. And the picture came together.
That's how your friends happened to be hunting you down today. With crossbows, knives, swords, anything and everything they can find. If they catch you before dawn and make you give up, they win. If you hold out and survive, you win.
The scariest part is you don't know what they're up to. How they're going to get you, and with what.
You fear Heeseung the most. His family is a traditional one of demons who sacrifice goats on full moons and blood moons. With such experience and your horns twisted into the shape that goats’ ones are, it's easy to imagine you as the animal and take your blood until you beg for them to stop. It's just a sick fantasy, you reassure yourself. Heeseung can't see you as a goat if he recalls you kissing in his bed a few days ago. He probably doesn't do that to sacrificial goats. There is some level of tender emotion here.
You turn in after one of the rows of lockers. You don't know exactly where you are. You don't usually have classes in this corner of campus, and it doesn't help that there's no lighting. Yesterday, colorful decorations hung everywhere and talking, red-eyed skeletons strutted at the doors of classrooms to greet students arriving for class. Real bats fluttered around the ceiling, occasionally getting into the hair of passers-by. Pumpkins were placed here and there and their scent was everywhere. But the memory is not worth much now. The university is haunted. A murderers' den. The den of your murderers.
And as much as you're a successful demon, proud of your professors, at this moment you're nothing but a frightened victim, not sure if you're capable of being a ‘final girl’. But you're trying as hard as you can.
In your pocket, you're fiddling with your sweets. Your palms are sweating, your sweets may be melting soon. When the candy papers make noise, you quickly reach out and look around. It is deathly quiet. Everything is still. You've long since left the piano's surroundings behind you. Have they banded together to hunt you down as a team, or are they looking for you individually? Where are the witches' passages? Do Jake and Heeseung use the demons' ones?
You can't hide your fear. Your breathing gets heavier with each passing minute.
It's just a game. Just a game, you remind yourself. Or at least it is now. In the Middle Ages, it wasn't considered a game by the poor people who were tortured to madness.
Something snaps. Must be the knightly armor worn by the fanged pig statues in the corridors. It's been knocked off, then it fell softly to the carpet. What did they knock it down with? That's an easy question to answer when you hear the heavy weapon being dragged across the carpet. A big poleaxe, a very big poleaxe is coming, and it's coming for you.
Your footsteps become frantic, but you try to remain silent and get as far away from your pursuer as possible. The corridor ends in a staircase somewhere, you can make it that far and then decide which way to go. Except that somewhere nearby a door opens. Right in the direction you're going. You're forced to hide in the nearest room before you're trapped halfway down. As quietly as you can, you push down on the handle, squeeze through the gap and throw your back against the door. You close your eyes in the darkness and try to slow your breathing. In, out, in, out.
But you're not alone here either. Something squeaks in the dark, then croaks. Hisses and scratches. It makes a throat sound, rises, then finally lands on your shoulder. It's the three-headed bird, the university mascot. You don't have to see it to know it's rubbing its raven head against your hair. That's the head on the far left. Then comes the owl, and finally the hawk.
He's waiting for a treat. You give him something every time you see him. If you don't, he starts throwing a fit, which means it starts squawking loudly with all three heads as if were an alarm.
“Hi, Casper,” you greet him quietly. “Look what I brought you.”
You reach into your pocket and take out the first piece of candy. Carefully, you peel it out of the wrapper and drop it in the crow's mouth. It happily closes up. Then the owl's opens. You pop the next candy into it, and so far you're very proud of your thriftiness. The hawk is also waiting for its turn, but there's only empty paper in your pocket when you're rummaging around. You remember that you ate the third piece you had, because the poison still tasted awful, even after you'd swallowed the disgusting sip. You sucked on the candy during the rules discussion, and it tasted so good. At this moment, you miss it very much.
The hawk closes his mouth, opens it again, makes a soft noise, then nips the back of your hand.
“I'm sorry, but that's it. That's all, okay? I'll bring you more next time if you don't open your beak, hmm?” You bargain pleadingly.
Your physical wellness depends on a sugar-addicted monster bird. As it turns out, Capser is not on your side. He flies off your shoulder, his wings rustling loudly in the dark. Then his voice rings out. All three of his mouths start to wag at once, wanting more than two grains of sugar.
“Fuck.”.
You need to get out. Quickly.
You start feeling around the furniture. You're in the library, you know the feel of the old armchairs. Since most of the lounge burned down, you've been coming here under strict supervision. As you've been here many times, you know there's a secret demon passage in the wall. If you can get there, maybe you'll get lucky and your blood won't stain the furniture. And if you're lucky, you won't run into anybody in there who wants to stab you either.
You start walking carefully and almost fall on your face, tripping in one of the coffee tables. The door creaks open and the bard clatters on the floor of the room. Scrambling on your aching foot, you reach the secret door and throw yourself behind it. And then, with your ankle throbbing, you dash.
You run and run, as if it was the hot, angry hell at your heels.
Somehow you get to your own room. A pentagram lies reassuringly on the floor. You fall to your knees in it, breathing thunderously. You could do with a fiery cup of coffee or an energy drink to give you strength. But at least this hand-drawn pentagram radiates security. It's like you've found sanctuary.
You need a plan.
But when a masked figure emerges from under Jungwon's blanket, you can't think of plans. You leap up to dart for the door, but a sword stands in your way. If you keep going, it will cut you in two. Instead, you jump back into the pentagram and look up at your captor. His mask is a weeping drama face. He's wrapped himself in a cloak that covers his entire face. You cannot tell if the horns you see belong to him or to the mask. He waves his gloved hand at you.
“What's it going to be? Are you going to skewer me?”
The masked man shakes his head. He gets up from the bed, now towering over you. He draws a question mark in the air with the tip of his sword, then points at himself.
“You?” you ask. “What about you?”
He shrugs.
Maybe this guessing game is worse than if he'd thrown you up on the edge of his sword in the first minute. Him playing games with you makes you nervous. You're surprised to find your fear is fading. This could have something to do with the beneficial effects of the pentagram. In any case, you're able to forge a plan.
“Oh, come on, now. Take the mask off.”
He shakes his head.
You think about the chains under your bed.
You are not allowed to use weapons. Their wounds will not heal as yours will thanks to the curse. But no one said you couldn't use your charm. If your starting point is that you've been in all of their mouths, you have a chance to play this card. What do you have to lose by trying? If they all want to play, that's fine. If they underestimate you, you can take advantage. They have the weapons, but you're smart. If you push fear and panic to the back of your mind, you can succeed. You can succeed because you're tired of running around with them just waiting here and there, chasing you.
Let this be a game for you, too.
“Should I guess who's under there?”
This time he nods.
“Then you let me go?”
He pauses, thinking. Then he nods enthusiastically.
He should know better than to make a deal with the devil.
“Hmm. Give me a minute.”
You get up and dust off your knees. It feels good to be back to yourself. You're not looking at a killer anymore, you're looking at one of your friends dressed as a killer. But which one? Heeseung hates wearing masks at ceremonies, not to mention he's not the playful type. If he has to stab you to win, he'll stab you. He's out. You're taking a good look at the masked man. He's got sneakers peeking out from under his robe. Jay's wearing brown boots. That leaves Sunghoon and Jake.
How exciting.
You reach for the top button of your shirt and undo it. And then the next one. “Wow. I'm so hot from running around.”
When you reach the third button, and most of your chest is perfectly visible, the candle on the desk comes to life and burns orange. You smile in satisfaction and put your hands on your hips.
“So will you take the mask off, Jake?”
He tilts his head towards the table, then sighs in disappointment. He takes the mask off.
“You took advantage of my embarrassment!”
“That's it. Now come here. Your hair is all messed up.”
Jake drops the sword, takes off the cloak, and obeys. You take the mask from him and arrange his locks.
“Good,” you nod. You step out of the pentagram. “Claude eam,” you murmur, and the pentagram glows red.
“What? Did you really just lock me up?” the boy asks, stunned. “But I let you go!”
“Sorry, but I haven't forgiven you for threatening me with a sword yet," you blow a kiss in the air, then reach for the robe resting on Jungwon's bed. “And I need to borrow this.”
“What are you up to?”
You just wink, then put on his mask. It's interesting to wear the enemy's face. When you put on the cloak too, you transform completely. You go from prey to full-fledged hunter.
“Oh. You look hot like this.”
“Thanks.”
///
It's not difficult to find Sunghoon, you just have to follow the sound of the poleaxe scraping on the carpet. You tap his hunched back. He looks up.
“Jakey! Did you find them?”
You nod. Sunghoon straightens up completely.
“Where?”
You take him by the arm and lead him to the nearest room. Luckily, there are windows and enough moonlight to keep you from tripping. You're in the dining room. A fitting location for what you plan to do with Sunghoon. You point to a long table with a tablecloth that reaches to the floor. Sunghoon approaches. He slowly kneels beside it, then peers under the tablecloth.
You take advantage of this and push him to the ground, straddling his hips.
"Jake!" he exclaims in surprise. "What are you doing?”
You put your finger over his mouth. You run it down his chin, down his neck, over his Adam's apple, down and down and down his chest. When your palm strokes his stomach under his shirt, Sunghoon's mouth opens, his head dropping to the carpet. With your free hand, you pull the scarf from your pocket. You stole it from one of the ghost decorations and put it to good use when you blindfold the boy. He looks irresistible like this under you. You take off the mask and kiss his chin.
“We have to find-” You grab his hips. He immediately falls silent.
As you push his shirt up his stomach, he thrusts his hips up. You clasp his wrists, lift them above his head, and pull a magic cuff from your other pocket. You stole this from the torture chamber exhibit. It doesn't open with a key, only with a spell. Sunghoon can entertain himself with it.
You cuff both his hands to the leg of the table. You lean to his ear.
“What were you planning to do with that axe?” you whisper.
Sunghoon stiffens under you, but soon relaxes again.
“I didn't mean to hurt you, just to scare you.”
“You succeeded. I don't want to get you laid either, just to get you horny. Did I succeed as well?” You sit on his groin. Sunghoon moans. “Yeah, it seems so.”
“Please…”
“Don't worry. I'll be back soon. There are only two of you left.”
You climb down and out from under the table. The successful hunt gives you endorphins. You can't wait for the next victim to walk into your trap.
///
You don't have to search for long. As soon as a throwing star whizzes past you, all you have to do is turn around and there's Jay. In his hand, he's twirling the next throwing star. “Give up.”
“No, thank you.”
He throws the next one, which rips your shirt, but doesn't hurt you. You back up to the nearest wall and let him use you as a target. Jay misses again and again. He doesn't want to hurt you, and that's comforting..
“Give up,” he steps in front of you. “Please. We never should have agreed to play this game in the first place.”
You put your arm around his waist and pull him closer to you. “I'm fine.”
“As of now. But you haven't met Heeseung, have you? You didn't see that fire in his eyes.”
“When we meet, I'll defeat him.”
“How?”
"With my mouth," you tell him. You stroke his jugular with the tip of your nose. "I'll beat you with my mouth too."
You lick his skin, then sink your teeth into it, the movement soft and light like a knife in butter. Jay's forehead falls to your shoulder, but he doesn't flinch, doesn't resist. You lean away and smile up at him. His eyes are misty.
"See? Who's the victim and who's the hunter is a matter of opinion. You've got the throwing star, but your neck bleeds because of my teeth. Who's who now?"
“I'm... dizzy.”
“I know.”
You help him slide down the wall and stretch out on the ground. By the time he lands, he's asleep.
You smeared your teeth with a sleeping potion called vampire kisses. You bought it as a joke, you’ve never used it before. You had to go back to the room to get it, but at least you could see that Jake was okay. He summoned himself a console, and he's playing on it in the middle of the pentagram.
You wrap the stolen cloak around Jay's body, then head to finish your hunt for the day.
You plan the finale to be truly spectacular and grandiose.
///
The cursed piano doesn't play alone. Ten fingers rest on its keys and duet with it. The music is somber and dark, deep but inviting. You hope Heeseung, your last killer, your last prey, will come to hear your serenade. You’re playing for him.
You aren't disappointed. He doesn't even try to hide his footsteps, as if he was just waiting to see when you'll reveal yourself to him.
"It's a painful song," he says when you finish. You turn towards him on the bench.
With the light of the candles you have lit for the occasion, his face is half lost in the shadows, but you easily recognise the pocket knife held loosely in his hand.
“Painful, but beautiful. Just like you.”
Heeseung chuckles. “How can I stab you when you’re flirting with me?”
You shrug. “Be creative.”
“Yeah?”
He steps closer. He lifts your chin with the tip of the knife. There's indeed a wildness in his eyes, but Jay misread that. He's not like this because he wants to kill, but because he can give chase. You know it because your gaze would be the same if you looked in the mirror. The happiness of a successful hunt turns Heeseung's face red and makes his eyes sparkle, but he doesn't actually want to hurt you.
One by one, he cuts off your buttons and looks you in the eye. They all fall to the ground and scatter.
“I met Sunghoon on the way here.”
“Did you like the view?”
Heeseung's tongue strokes his fang. – “You're evil. Wicked.”
“I wouldn't say that. I'm rather consistent. They were the ones who made a deal with the devil. These are the consequences.”
“And what do I deserve?”
“I'm thinking about it.” Even though you say that, you already know what you want to do with him. You want him to remember that you defeated him for a long time.
“That means you're not giving up, right?” Heeseung helps you out of your shirt.
“If I remember the rules correctly, the game is over when I beg.”
“Understood.” He sits down next to you on the piano bench and kisses you. You part your lips and brush your tongue against his. Heeseung shudders. Your palm slides to his thigh, and he drops the knife.
Of the four, he is the most hungry for touch. He doesn't like to admit it, hiding behind his smug, cold and mocking mask, but when you’re making out, it's obvious. You lean in close, let him touch you where he wants, and when he can't think of anything but you, you ask him.
“Did I win?”
“You won.”
It's as sweet to hear that from his lips as it is to kiss them. It's as sweet as Jay's blood, the fire from Jake's embarrassment, or even as sweet as Sunghoon's commitment to drag a bard across campus just to scare you. Sweet enough to make your victory complete.
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𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙏𝙍𝙄𝘼𝙉𝙂𝙇𝙀 ⋆⭒˚。⋆♡‧₊˚
꒰ঌ definition ໒꒱ ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑎 𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙. 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑠 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝘩𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡𝑤𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.
˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ below you will find sub genres under this category, as well as some useful pairings for this trope. for educational writing purposes <3
note: several of these can also be used in other tropes as well, just depends on how you write it and interpret it.
₊˚⊹.* ♡ good brother x reader x bad brother
₊˚⊹.* ♡ angel x reader x demon
₊˚⊹.* ♡ vampire x reader x werewolf
₊˚⊹.* ♡ killer x reader x detective
₊˚⊹.* ♡ popular jock x reader x outcast rebel
₊˚⊹.* ♡ roommate x reader x best friend
₊˚⊹.* ♡ husband x reader x old flame
₊˚⊹.* ♡ boyfriend x reader x boyfriends brother
₊˚⊹.* ♡ boyfriend x reader x boyfriends dad (so scandalous ROWR)
₊˚⊹.* ♡ ceo x reader x ceo’s rival
₊˚⊹.* ♡ good man with a promised future and loyalty x reader x bad boy in town full of excitement and spontaneity
₊˚⊹.* ♡ sweet reliable love interest x reader x exotic mysterious love interest
₊˚⊹.* ♡ reader who is battling their bisexuality / homosexuality — man x reader x woman
₊˚⊹.* ♡ fire x reader x ice
₊˚⊹.* ♡ friends of the same group loving the same girl
₊˚⊹.* ♡ a kind and noble prince x reader x handsome and charismatic rebel / outcast
₊˚⊹.* ♡ magical / supernatural love interest x reader x human / mundane love interest
₊˚⊹.* ♡ rich x reader x poor
₊˚⊹.* ♡ hero x reader x villain
₊˚⊹.* ♡ “good” king x reader x “wicked” king
₊˚⊹.* ♡ two yandere loving person A
₊˚⊹.* ♡ demon brothers rivaled against each other fighting for person A
₊˚⊹.* ♡ sun god x reader x moon god
₊˚⊹.* ♡ light x reader x darkness
₊˚⊹.* ♡ prince x princess x princesses knight
₊˚⊹.* ♡ king x queen x kings butler
₊˚⊹.* ♡ best friends brother x reader x brothers best friend
₊˚⊹.* ♡ childhood best friend x reader x new guy
₊˚⊹.* ♡ person A wants person B but person B and C are dating
₊˚⊹.* ♡ prince you’re set to marry x reader x princes brother
₊˚⊹.* ♡ boyfriend x reader x man she had an affair with
₊˚⊹.* ♡ mafia man x reader x rivaling mafia man
₊˚⊹.* ♡ loud and boisterous love interest x reader x stoic and calm love interest
₊˚⊹.* ♡ god x reader x rivaling god
₊˚⊹.* ♡ vampire x vamp!reader x vampire slayer
₊˚⊹.* ♡ dragon x reader x knight (dragon slayer)
₊˚⊹.* ♡supportive & goofy best friend x reader x childhood crush
₊˚⊹.* ♡ main crush x reader x readers rival (the rival and reader lowkey enemies to lovers, while main crush starts to notice reader)
₊˚⊹.* ♡ human!boy best friend x supernatural!reader x supernatural!love interest who “understands” her more (like Nicholas x Sabrina x Harvey from Chilling Adventures of Sabrina if ykyk)
₊˚⊹.* ♡ witch hunter x witch!reader x warlock
₊˚⊹.* ♡ detective partner x detective!reader x detective brought on to help with the case
₊˚⊹.* ♡ two best friends wanting person A
₊˚⊹.* ♡ boyfriend x reader x new boss
₊˚⊹.* ♡ sister reader is to marry x reader x sister reader is actually in love with
₊˚⊹.* ♡ fiancé x reader x ex boyfriend
₊˚⊹.* ♡ childhood love x reader x childhood loves best friend
₊˚⊹.* ♡ bodyguard x reader x man in charge of the operation
₊˚⊹.* ♡ reader is in love with her best friend who is set to marry someone else
₊˚⊹.* ♡ man reader actually wants x reader x man readers family approves of
₊˚⊹.* ♡ rich upper class man x upper class!reader x poor man
₊˚⊹.* ♡ pirate captain x duchess!reader x royal navy captain
₊˚⊹.* ♡ fiancé x reader x co worker reader has known for years and gradually fell in love with (pam and jim obvi)
₊˚⊹.* ♡ vampire boyfriend x reader x vampire boyfriends rival (angel x buffy x spike aka the best show ever)
₊˚⊹.* ♡ white queen (or king) x reader x queen (or king) of hearts
₊˚⊹.* ♡ omegaverse — alpha of pack A x reader x rivaling alpha of pack B
₊˚⊹.* ♡ best friend x reader x other best friend
₊˚⊹.* ♡ king x maid!reader x kings brother
₊˚⊹.* ♡ emperor x reader x emperors guard
₊˚⊹.* ♡ emperor x reader x emperors second in command (almost like a best friend but yk)
₊˚⊹.* ♡ teacher x student!reader x dean / principal
₊˚⊹.* ♡ biker of gang A x florist!reader x rivaling biker of gang B
₊˚⊹.* ♡ psychiatrist x patient!reader x other patient
₊˚⊹.* ♡ construction worker who comes in for coffee everyday x barista!reader x office man who comes in for coffee everyday
₊˚⊹.* ♡ cat person x reader x dog person
₊˚⊹.* ♡ water mage x reader (can be magical as well if you want) x fire mage
₊˚⊹.* ♡ elf king x reader x general of elf army
₊˚⊹.* ♡ friend whose crushing on you x reader x guy you have a crush on
₊˚⊹.* ♡ incubus x reader x succubus (they both want you)
₊˚⊹.* ♡ king of hell x reader x king of light (I don’t really wanna say king of heaven sooo)
₊˚⊹.* ♡ angel on your shoulder x reader x devil on your shoulder
₊˚⊹.* ♡ royal au — prince your sister is to marry that really likes you instead x Princess!reader x stable boy you’re infatuated with
₊˚⊹.* ♡ royal au — just like above except duke / prince from a neighboring land x princess!reader x stable boy you’re infatuated with
#❀⋆ ─ 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 ⊹❀ ֙⋆#writing tips and tricks#book writing help#writing themes#writing fanfiction#writing help#book writing#writing inspiration#writing#love triangle#royalty au#angel x demon#vampire x reader#vampire x human#vampire x werewolf#vampire x vampire hunter#vampire x hunter
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Anti-Romantic | TEASER | CHAPTER 3 OUT NOW!!
«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME» · «SERIES MASTERLIST»
Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem!reader Genre: non idol au, fluff, smut, romcom, drama, opposites attract Warnings: swearing, explicit sexual content, dysfunctional relationships, taboo couples/relationship therapist and patient dynamic
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As the most beloved dating coach in the sunny state of California, Hyunjin has dealt with all kinds of nightmares— from real desperate housewives and their indifferent husbands to toxic shotgun marriages doomed to fail— and he’s fixed them all. Dubbed the “Love Doctor,” Hyunjin has a PhD in both sociology and broken hearts. Every single day for Hyunjin ends the same: yet another flashy career success and to celebrate, sliding on his rose-tinted glasses and sipping on pink champagne, his perpetual poison.
That was all before you, of course.
For your entire life, you’ve been unlucky in love. From your endless unrequited high school crushes to your situationship who turned out to be gay, love has just never been in the cards for you. It’s all changed you from a hopeless romantic into a pessimist who doesn’t believe in true love. You now make fun of every couple you see, religiously watch wedding fails on Youtube, and absolutely hate romantic comedies.
But no amount of lackluster girls’ nights or hours thrown into your crappy job can fill the hole in your heart. You’re absolutely lonely. In one last attempt to give love a chance, you ditch your Tinder dates and decide to turn to L.A.’s famous “Love Doctor,” this hotshot relationship therapist all of your friends rave about.
Barrelling into Dr. Hwang’s office like a cyclone, you bring along your signature stormy attitude and want a remedy to your emotional dry spell, even though you still believe in your heart that counseling won’t work for you. You don’t expect, however, your new intimacy expert to be hotter than hell, definitely not a middle-aged woman ready to lecture you about putting out.
No, Dr. Hwang is more like the Grandmaster of love, the amorous warlock of the West Coast, and with the way he silently strips you with his bedroom eyes the moment you walk in, perhaps even the sex scholar of the Valley. As he slowly disarms your defenses, you do your best not to let him know of your inappropriate fantasies about him. But even worse than your impossibly vivid wet dreams, you’re falling in love with your fucking therapist. Or Hyunjin, as he so charmingly commands you to call him.
And you try to keep your feelings for him at bay, you really do. But Hyunjin just doesn’t give up, relentlessly tugging at your mind and heart and taking up every quantum of your life. Because after all, the Love Doctor loves a good challenge.
«GENERAL M.LIST» · «NAVIGATION» · «TALK TO ME»
TAGLIST @army-stay-noel, @hwangjuhong, @chizumiyoshi
📢 ©jisungsdaydreamer 2023 | All rights reserved. I do not condone translations or transfers of my work onto other platforms such as Wattpad, AO3, etc. Tumblr is my only platform. Acts of plagiarism are strictly prohibited.
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Teach me ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚
Adam warlock x fem!reader
Summary: You were a guardian of the galaxy but when your team broke up you decided to stay in Knowhere attending to other types of tasks. Now Adam, Kraglin, Groot, Cosmo, Phyla, and Rocket are part of the new team. And while you help with Nebula and Drax to take care of the children, Adam has an eye on you.
Warnings: none
Word count: 3k
⋘ 𝑙𝑜𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑑𝑎𝑡𝑎… ⋙
Since you left the guardians things had changed a lot. Although, well, it couldn't be said that you really "left" the guardians because you were still working in Knowhere, only now you were doing less dangerous missions. Now you were in charge of taking care of the rescued children and some animals as well. Your specialty was teaching them basic things like reading, writing, etc. Thanks to that, you were now nicknamed "Knohere's teacher" and you could only laugh sweetly when you heard it.
But you weren't the only one who helped with the care of the children, occasionally Drax and Nebula also gave you a hand, but you soon discovered that the children adored you more than the other two, maybe it was because you had more patience or instinct Motherly, you weren't sure. You still remember that time a girl approached you happily saying something that makes you smile to this day.
(flashback)
You left your room always well ordered and full of several different species of plants that you watered daily. Even though you no longer went on missions with the team, you still wore your special suit because it was comfortable and beautiful. You walked out the door tying your hair into a messy bun ready to greet the kids and teach them something new today. You were reunited with Drax and Nebula when a girl with close-cropped platinum hair and purple eyes approached smiling with a notebook in hand.
"Well?, are you ready to learn about animals today, Ulani?"-Drax said
The girl in response began to jump happily while nodding her head fervently.
"Good, Come with me and Drax so we can teach you.."-Nebula said as she took Ulani's delicate hand to gently drag her towards a room, but the girl stood stoically in her place as if she was bolted to the ground and looked at them with a frown.
"I don't wanna"
Nebula was puzzled looking at Drax as if asking for an explanation. He crouched down to be at the height of the little girl.
"What's wrong? Don't you want to come with Uncle Drax and Aunt Nebula?"
Little Ulani shook her head with a pout without breaking eye contact and then to your surprise she pointed a chubby finger at you.
"I want her to teach me"
Now Ulani was looking at you with those beautiful little purple eyes shining with enthusiasm while a big smile returned to her face. Nebula crossed her arms in confusion as Drax patiently asked why she wanted to study with you.
"Because she has a nice smile and she always draws pictures for me"
you couldn't help but cover your mouth to hide your laughter as you grabbed the girl by the hand and took her with you to study.
(end of flashback)
This is how all the children of Knowhere, especially Ulani, would visit you in your room so that you could teach them numbers, colors and other things that seemed to be fun and useful to them. Meanwhile, the new guardians kept traveling through space fighting aliens and all that stuff you used to do. Of course, the newest member that got everyone's attention was Adam, especially your attention. Several times when they returned from missions and went to work on Knowhere, you had noticed how Adam would look at you while you played teacher. Even sometimes when he stared at you and you noticed it and turned to see him, he quickly turned his head and looked in another direction pretending that nothing had happened.
You were heading towards some tables and chairs that were outside the Knowhere dining room with your bag with everything you needed: pencils, papers, etc. There were already four excited children waiting for you and clearly among them was Ulani. You had grown fond of the girl and she with you. She was the most energetic of all the kids you taught and was always the first to ask when she didn't understand something.
"Hello miss (y/n), we are ready!"
you smiled at such a cordial welcome and sat down in the chair next to them ready to teach them how to write. You took out a couple of papers and several pencils for them while you dictated a few simple words. They obeyed you, paying attention and copying the words in big, messy letters. While you was reading what they had written and correcting them, a somewhat deafening noise accompanied by a fresh blizzard that made the papers fly was present. Out of the corner of your eye you saw how the guardians' ship landed near you and Captain Rocket and the others came down from it. They got out and people came up to them surrounding them and cheering like they were rock stars. They was always received like this and it seemed that the mission was successful. Rocket thanked and retired to his room drinking from a glass with a straw, the others stayed greeting the people of Knowhere. You smiled admiring them from afar. Suddenly you couldn't help but see Adam, he was greeting an old woman listening to her praise while he gently held her hands, you tilted your head a little and an "aww" escaped your lips without even thinking.
Ulani noticed your sigh and raised her head from the paper to look at you. You had lost sight and smiled like a fool. The intrigued little girl followed your gaze and noticed that you were looking at the sovereign.
"They're amazing, don't you think?"
You shook your head in confusion with raised eyebrows looking at her.
"What do you say, little one?"
Ulani pointed to where the guardians were. "They, are the best warriors in the galaxy, especially that tall golden boy"
Your smile became small while Ulani smiled, it seemed that the girl knew how to hit the nail on the head or she just couldn't imagine that you had some kind of crush on Adam. You blushed, muttering a vague statement, you felt ashamed for having been caught red-handed. But just like that, you looked at Adam again only to find his gaze fixed on yours, now he was looking at you with a tender smile. You felt your ears redden and you smiled nervously greeting him with one hand, he returned the gesture.
When the class ended and the dictations were corrected and scored, you announced that the next class you were going to read them a story so they would learn to read. They squealed with excitement while you laughed in amusement. So much fuss caused the sovereign looked at you smiling delighted. You collected your things while you said goodbye to the children with a kiss on their foreheads. Adam put what he was doing aside and turned to you. You put your backpack on your shoulder and you were going to go to your room when you saw him approach you with a happy step, you felt butterflies in your stomach.
"Greetings (y/n), how are you today?"
Adam hugged you leaving you speechless, he always used to hug people including you but every time he did it you felt a roller coaster in your stomach, of course he didn't know
"Hello Adam, I'm very well thank you. In fact I just finished a class with the children"
"Yeah, I saw you guys. It looked like fun"
Thousands of thoughts passed through Adam's head and they were all about you. The sovereign couldn't stop thinking of you every time he went on a mission and when everything became dangerous and they were at risk of being seriously injured, he thought of you, and your sweet face filling his mind comforted him and gave him strength to continue. Go ahead and tell himself that he would finish the mission so he could see you again. And now seeing you educate the children his heart melted, your patience and the love you gave to those kids made him feel things in his stomach, he remembered that someone had told him what that was called… butterflies? Yes, that was it, he felt butterflies and he couldn't help it.
"The effort he puts into the education of these children is beautiful"
The words came out of Adam's mouth like a torrent, he didn't want to say them but they escaped. You looked at him surprised, not really knowing how to react. When he realized it, he looked down with regret and blushed, placing his hands behind his back and kicking an imaginary stone with his foot like a child would. At this behavior you giggled
"Thank you so much Adam, it's nice that you say that"
Now you looked down and they both blushed like two college teenagers. Why did you behave in such a foolish way when you were around him? Couldn't you act like a normal person? And why did he have to look at you with puppy dog eyes all the time? He was about to say something when a scream interrupted him.
"Adam come here! the roof of a house fell again!"
It was Kraglin, Adam looked at me as if apologizing while you just nodded smiling. He floated away and you went back to your room with your pulse racing.
🍀💮🍀💮
The next day you woke up and remembered that you would read something to the children today, so you grabbed a children's book from a shelf, "Little Red Riding Hood". You were sure that the children would find that story curious. You smiled and left your room smiling with the book under your arm and your backpack hanging from your shoulder. You saw out of the corner of your eye that Adam was helping Rocket with some boxes. He looked at you and greeted you, you greeted him back and kept walking. Adam felt in the clouds every time he saw your eyes, that's why with a lost look he didn't realize that he had a box in front of his feet and when he wanted to take a step forward he tripped and fell with his red cape throwing on his face ahead and covering his head. You stopped, startled by the noise when you saw Adam lying on the floor and covered your mouth laughing in embarrassment. Rocket who was next to Adam did it too, but less subtle.
"HAHAAH, what's wrong Adam, did you want to kiss the ground?-Rocket exclaimed throwing his head back while slapping his knee.
Adam stood up quickly as he pushed the cloak away from his face with a flushed face as he watched you walk away shaking your head and smiling, surely now you thought he was a fool. You went to the usual place and you met your faithful student and two other children.
"Hi miss (y/n)! They are Ciro and Eber, they are my friends. I told them to come to hear the story!"
The two boys seemed more shy than their eloquent friend but they smiled at me with kindness and devotion. You greeted them gently and began to tell the story. You stood next to them so they could admire the drawings on the pages and continue reading with you.
"Once upon a time there was a sweet girl who loved her mother and grandmother very much. He helped them in everything he could and since he was so good on his birthday his grandmother gave him a red hood. Because she liked it so much and went with her everywhere, soon everyone started calling her Little Red Riding Hood."
you would read and point to the images, they would pay attention to you with eyes wide open. You never considered yourself a good storyteller, to tell you the truth, you didn't like your voice, but these kids seemed to like it. As you were turning the pages, you were pointing to the words so that they could repeat them slowly. You emphasized each letter and separated them into syllables to make it easier. Also, if they didn't understand something or didn't know what was mentioned in the book, you patiently explained it to them. Adam from afar looked at you curious and enthusiastic again, when he had finished his work (and after some reproaches from Rocket) the sovereign came a little closer to where you were to better listen to what you were saying.
"...The wolf sent Little Red Riding Hood the longest way and arrived before her at granny's house. So she pretended to be the little girl and knocked on the door. Although what he did not know is that a hunter had seen him arrive. "Who is it?", answered the grandmother "It's me, Little Red Riding Hood," said the wolf. "How good my daughter. come on, come on" The wolf entered, pounced on the granny and ate her in one bite. She put on her nightgown and got into bed to wait for Little Red Riding Hood to arrive."
A gasp came out of the mouths of the little ones who looked at the book with surprise, you smiled delighted by their attention. Adam seemed surprised and amused as well.
"..When Little Red Riding Hood entered, she found Granny different, although she didn't quite know why. "Grandma, what big eyes you have!". "Yes, they are to see you better, my daughter". "Grandma, what big ears you have!". "Of course, they are to hear you better". "But granny, what bigger teeth you have!". "They are for eat you better!!" As soon as he said this, the wolf pounced on Little Red Riding Hood and ate her too. His stomach was so full that the wolf fell asleep"
With each part of the body that Little Red Riding Hood named, you pointed to the eyes, ears and mouths of the little ones who laughed with amusement. But when the part came where the wolf ate Little Red Riding Hood, you growled as if you were the animal from the story and you began to tickle them and the children kicked their feet laughing happily. Adam also chuckled softly with a tender look. Ulani, Ciro and Eber were impressed by the story and above all by the way you told it, you gesticulated a lot and you knew how to interpret each emotion as if you were a theater actress. Suddenly the youngest of the children became serious and with a trembling voice said
"I don't think I like this story, the wolf is very mean"
You looked at him like a loving mother and caressed his cheek
"But don't be sad, the story isn't over yet"
This is how you reached the end of the story when the hunter found the wolf and filled its belly with stones, throwing it into the river, thus saving Little Red Riding Hood and her grandmother. The children clapped happily and cheered, while you laughed lovingly. And again you promised them another story for the next morning, since it seemed that they adored it. You went back to pick up your things and Adam came over to help you.
"What a sweet voice you have to tell stories…"
You were surprised by his presence so close and his words charged with love that you awkwardly dropped the book you had in your hand. You and Adam reached under the table to pick it up when your hand accidentally touched his. They stared at each other for a few seconds until you looked away feeling your cheeks burn. You got up from under the table but not before Adam covered the edge of the table with his big hand so you wouldn't hit your head, he smiled innocently at you and said "careful". You thanked him, still blushing, and brushed an unruly lock away from your face, placing it nervously behind your ear.
"It seems that the children love that you read them stories…and I do too"
This last he said in a low voice, hesitating whether to confess it or not. You were getting redder, was he…flirting with you? It just can't be.
"I really don't think I have that good a storytelling voice.."-you whispered lowering your head
Adam stared at you stunned with a frown in confusion, did you really think that of yourself? The sovereign was about to reply "Oh if you could see yourself as I see you…" but he bit his tongue and didn't say it.
Since he didn't know what to say, you were about to leave when in an attempt to keep you longer he grabbed your wrist. your breathing quickened a bit
"Is it true that tomorrow you will read them a story again?" You nodded "Then I think I'll be there too, I want to hear you"
You smile perplexed, you were supposed to teach children to read, not adults, but you thought it was a tender gesture.
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As you promised, now you were heading back with another book in your hand, "The Little Prince". But this time you were a little nervous because you knew that among the children would be Adam, who was not a child. When you arrived at Knowhere Square there were at least 15 children waiting for you. You swallowed scared, you had never read for so many people. You thought that there would only be three or four children like the previous days but this time it was a whole contingent and not only that, now instead of reading in a small and private room or at a table outside the cafeteria you would have to do it in the middle of the square where people passed. Your palms sweated.
Nebula walked over to your side and looked at the children who were already sitting on the floor in a circle.
"I think you have a great audience today"
But you were pale and serious and you were squeezing the book as if it were going to fly away, Nebula noticed it and placed a hand on your shoulder rubbing it.
"Don't worry, I know you'll do well. I've seen how you read to them, you really do well and they love you. I'll be around if you need anything"
You nodded gratefully and when he left you sat on the floor next to them, you opened the book and were about to read but the words got stuck in your throat, unconsciously you searched for Adam with your eyes and there he was at the bottom of the room. He rounded sitting like a Buddha with his elbows on his knees and his hands on his chin, looking at you and encouraging you to continue. His presence gave you the courage you needed, you began the story with more relief and encouragement.
"isn't she fantastic?"-Adam whispered with a lovesick face to a boy who was sitting next to him.
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#marvel#mcu#marvel cinematic universe#female reader#imagine#one shot#fluff#fem reader#x female reader#adam warlock x you#adam warlock#gotg#guardians of the galaxy vol 3#guardians of the galaxy 3#fluffy#adam warlock x y/n#will poulter#adam warlock imagine#adam warlock x reader#adam warlock x female reader#will poulter characters
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⋆˚࿔ 𝟒𝐎𝐎 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭 ! 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ⸜(。˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
well, i reached 400 followers recently and honestly i didn't think it'd happen sometime but here i am so thanks :D
i'm opening requests for 400 words drabbles, so send in anything you have in mind! please see the fandoms/characters and genres i am open to write. ♡
GENRES I WRITE: angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, smut, and i'm open to dark stuff as well with boundaries. you can ask!!! for smut i also write mostly female reader ^^
— FANDOMS AND CHARACTERS
★ Foundation (Apple TV)
Brother Day
Brother Dawn
* i'm ok with any of these cleons tbh just specify which one
★ MCU
Adam Warlock
Loki
Thor
Talos/Director Keller
Stephen Strange
Steve Rogers
★ One Piece Live Action
Sanji
Zoro
★ The Boys (Amazon Prime)
Soldier Boy
Billy Butcher
★ Real Person Fiction
Lee Pace
Jensen Ackles
4OO FOLLOWERS DRABBLES MASTERLIST !
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「Lee Minho」 ♤
» So here you'll find all of my favorite Minho fanfics
» For the sake of not spamming the authors, I won't tag them in my post anymore
» Hope you will enjoy and let me know if one of the links doesn't work *.✧
DRABBLES *.✧
[Untitled] ↴
[0.3k] — fluff, suggestive
Cotton Candy ↴
[0.3k] — fluff
Routine ↴
[0.5k] — fluff
Another year with you ↴
[0.5k] — fluff, established relationship
Ticklish ↴
[0.7k] — fluff
Mine ↴
[0.7k] — pre-established relationship, fluff
[Untitled 4] ↴
[0.8k] — fluff, comfort
Birthday boy ↴
[0.8k] — fluff
Kiss me (like you wanna be loved) ↴
[1.4k] — established relationship, fluff, suggestive
I miss you ↴
[2.5k] — smut, slight angst, fluff
ONESHOTS *.✧
Café cuddles ↴
[2k] — a lot of fluff
Conversations with Minho ↴
[2.3k] — fluff, hurt/comfort
Brother's best friend ↴
[2.4k] — smut
Kingdom come ↴
[3k] — slight angst, smut, prince!minho x maid!reader, royalty!au
A chance ↴
[3k] — slow burn, angst (if you squint), hurt/comfort, fluff
Black magic ↴
[3.3k] — warlock!minho, witch!reader, fluff
Bets and situations ↴
[3.4k] — rivals to lovers, street racing, smut
Homerun ↴
[3.8k] — fluff, friends to lovers au, high school au, sports au (baseball player minho!!)
Make a wish ↴
[3.9k] — smut, fluff, established relationship
Strawberries ↴
[4.3k] — tattoo artist au, fluff
Dirty Thoughts ↴
[4.7k] — smut, fluff, friends to lovers
Jealousy, jealousy ↴
[4.9k] — college au, coffee shop au, strangers to lovers
Of poison love and never agains ↴
[6k] — fluff, angst, royal au, enemies-to-lovers
Winner ↴
[6.6k] — fluff, slight angst
Spiderweb ↴ ♡
[7.4k] — smut, angst, roommates to lovers, brothers best friend!au
Glowing ↴
[8.2k] — best friend’s brother!minho, smut
Laundry ↴ ♡
[8.2k] — smut, established relationship, angst, fluff
Backstage ↴
[8.6k] — established relationship, mc!lee know, fluff, smut
TKO ↴
[9k] — boxer!au, neighbours!au, smut, tsundere/brat tamer!minho
Between the lines ↴
[9.7k] — retro!high school au, slow burn, slight enemies-to-lovers shenanigans
Green Flames ↴
[9.8k] — little angsty, slowburn, fluff, hogwarts au, frenemies to lovers
And they were roommates ↴ ♤
[11k] — fluff, smut, roommates!au, bff2l!au
A/B/O ↴ ♡
[11.1k] — kinktober, smut
Ritual ↴
[11.3k] — soulmates!, historical!au, smut, angst, fluff
Kiss me more ↴ ♡
[13.2k] — fluff, smut, brother's best friend!au
Parties don't end at 3am by @lalal-99 ↴ ♤
[15.2k] — neighbours to lovers, smut, a little fluff
Destiny's Design ↴
[16.4k] — enemies to lovers, strangers to lovers, arranged marriage!au, royal!au
The enemies to lovers project ↴ ♡
[18k] — enemies to lovers, college au, slight angst, fluff
Conflict, conceal, confess ↴
[18.1k] — college au, enemies to lovers, smut
Invisible thread ↴
[20k] — university au, academic rivals to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst
1LOVEU2! ↴ ♡
[20k+] — smut, dance partners!au, virgin!reader, fuckboy!minho, corruption!au
Pas de bourrée ↴
[24k] — enemies to lovers, ANGST, smut, dancer au
Lost in translation ↴ ♡
[26.5k] — smut, fluff, angst
Otherworldly ↴ ♡
[29.2k] — smut, s2l, alien!au
Bunny ↴
⇉ Part 2
[12.7k] Two-shots — smut, angst, fluff, strangers to lovers, neighbours!au
When the rain stops ↴
Part 2 ⇉ Where the storm looms
[22.8k] Two-shots — smut, angst, fluff
SERIES *.✧
Nightmare ↴
[21.8k+] [Completed] — fake dating!au, college!au, roommates!au, best-friends to lovers!au, angst, fluff, smut
The experience project ↴
[47k+] [Completed] — enemies to lovers, college au, smut, angst, fluff
Consort ↴ ♡
[6/?] [59.3k] [On going] — enemies to lovers, historical au, arranged marriage!au, smut, slow burn
Sea may rise, sky may fall ↴
[11/11] [108k] [Completed] — smut, angst, pirate!au, feat. Jisung
New fanfics ♤
Personal favorites ♡
Last updated : 09/11/2024
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So- your post about Wyll + a Fiendlock Tav got me daydreaming about Wyll + Warlock Tav interactions, and I learned Great Old One warlocks don’t actually have to have a pact with their patron?? (Peak eldritch horror stuff)
Wyll, convinced that warlock Tav dealt with their patron because they had no alternative. Maybe because they aren’t very power hungry, and maybe because it’s the sad reality for a lot of warlocks, or even because he sees a bit of himself in them. Trying to convince them to break their pact. …Only for Tav to go lol, what pact?
a tav that just stumbled upon the crumbs of an incomprehensible eldritch horror being that was casually shifting through the dimension.
Reader, who probably just got a free lobotomy by looking at the Great old one, decides this is definitely where they want to be in life and just tags along the monstrosity picking up their crumbs of power.
There is no pact, nothing is ever spoken, not like their patron had a mouth to speak, or maybe the problem was that they had millions of mouths? It was hard to tell.
But the great old one hasn't accidentally swallowed their soul yet or drained their sanity so hey! This is going dandy as far as Reader is concerned.
Eventually, you do earn the warlock title. Sometimes you get the weirdest requests from your "patrons" through reality bending around you just to inform you that they want banana bread, buy it and throw it in the ocean.
You don't understand their requests, you never bother to, you just do it. One time, you did try ignoring it to see what happened and...nothing happened, really. Your powers stayed. Still you do humour these requests since sometimes you do end up upon more crumbs of power along the way, probably from the banana bread they freshly ate by swallowing half of the ocean.
Wyll, poor naive good intentioned Wyll, sees you and thinks you're just like him. Stuck in a miserable soul sucking contract with a nasty fiend who won't leave you alone. Sure you always act confused when he mentions your contract, but that's probably because you're smart and being cautious. It is a good idea that you never show your contract to anyone else.
Still...your act is getting a little too good. Also you suddenly bank out and stare into the void, suddenly chanting in an impossible language for any mortal to speak, before it's all over and you're back chilling by his side like nothing happened.
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can you guys believe it's been a whole year since we've met Eddie Munson?! since I've fallen head over heals for that man? since i've been reading a different ST fanfic every night before bed? since i've flipped this blog Upside Down (heh) and made this little TV show my entire personality?
and since then i've done a lot! i went back into writing fanfics after 5 years of nothing, first of all. and i've met and befriended so many special people, and i've admired so many special fanworks, and we all bonded over some children and their gaggle of babysitters.
and you saw my little blog dedicated to our little blorbos and decided to stay here ♡
so because of all that, i'm kickstarting a double (and my first one ever) celebration! pop one of those below into my inbox and get me working!
・celebration begins May 27 and ends May 31 ・meaning you can send requests until the end date, but i'm a bit slow so it can take me longer than that to answer everything. be patient, please ♡ ・you can send in as many requests as you want, just please send different emojis requests in different asks! ・you don't need to be following me to participate (but if you liked it, consider following anyway? let's be friends!) ・minors and billy stans DNI
🦇 eddie's pet demobat - send me this emoji + a fic or fanwork you'd like to show some love to! make the authors/artists happy and give us readers and enjoyers something to appreciate. you can also rec your own work of course! ♡
🎸 eddie's warlock - send me this emoji + a number from 1 to 11 and i'll post a promotional piece or a snippet from a chapter of my biggest WIP: it feels like i'm going home - a eddie X reader roadtrip fic! the numbers can only be asked once each, so be fast and choose wisely!
📖 robin's russian dictionary - send me this emoji + a word, song, prompt or scenario + a character or ship and i'll write you a ficlet! ↳ here's some prompt lists to give you some ideas if you need! ↳ check out my guidelines to see who i write for ↳ if you want you can specify if you want fem! or gn! reader
🏏 steve's baseball bat - send me this emoji + a character, ship (specify if you want romantic or platonic) or gang and i'll share my favorite headcanons. or, send me the emoji + your favorite headcanons!
📸 jonathan's camera - send me this emoji + an episode (from any season) and i'll share my favorite scene. or, send me the emoji + your favorite scenes and let's talk about them!
🍄 argyle's shrooms - send me this emoji + any question you want, anything you wanna know about me or that you wanna share about yourself! let's chat, play games, and get to know each other ♡
🔫 nancy's (childsafe water)gun - send me this emoji and i'll give you my first impressions of your blog through a moodboard!
thank you so much to everyone that follows me and interacts with me or supports my fics in any way!! i love you all to the moon and back, hope to stay here for a long while to talk about our beloved ones. and here's to many more friends to come! ♡
tagging some mutuals that i adore to help me spread the word (no pressure!): @thornsnvultures @beep-beep-sherlock @sunshine-munson @chaoticgood-munson @pollenallergie @wormdebut @paranoidmunson @districtsof-treason @willowsgrl @steviesnailbat @mvnsoneddie86 @inourtownofhawkins @singledadharrington @pepsimunson @itwasallblue @taintedcigs @chrissymjstan @eddiemunsons-missingnipple @beenabutterandjelly @king-calycanthus @callingmrsbarnes @chaotic--agraphia
#stranger things#eddie munson#lui's strange celebration#followers celebration#im so excited for this!!!!#letss goooo#yes eddie gets two emojis bc i love him#stranger things fanfic
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It's Hallo-week! So I'm dropping by with a little something in the spirit of the All Treats, No Tricks celebration!
🍭 - Ask a creator about one of their favorite creations.
Molly, you've written quite a few stories centered around Halloween, horror themes, and monsters/creatures...! Which is the one that you gleefully love/evil laugh over the most? Which one was the most challenging? Is there one that gives you chills?
ahh Aspen!! happy hallo-week to you too!!
i love these questions, because i LOVE talking about my halloween/horror fics!!
i think the one i gleefully love the most is halloween is the perfect time for tricks—and treats. when i initially wrote this fic, Steve was going to be a lot darker, and reader was gonna be more innocent, but i love where it ended up with both of them being dirty pervs together. i also just put SO many kinks into this fic, and i loved that hahah
i think i've talked about this before, but the most challenging was probably giving your body and soul to the warlocks. keeping five men straight and making sure their personalities were distinct enough while also figuring out a magic system was a lot of tedious work.
slasher almost ended up being my most challenging because i had thought about making the whole movie universe include other marvel characters but i knew it would've been way too complicated for very little payoff. i also just really enjoyed the challenge of this fic, and writing different endings—it was a lot of fun!
and the one that gives me chills hmmmm...not really any of them tbh! i think the only thing that comes close is the opening of a deal with the devil comes with wicked strings. i tried to lean hard into the horror of the situation, and really emphasize it through the setting of the scene and descriptions of the reader's surroundings. that's also probably the most bloody/gory of my fics.
i feel like i try to balance any horror/scary elements with fluff or smut so that my fics aren't too too scary. but i'm also the one writing them so there's a lot of technical thinking that goes into them, like how does the magic work (if there is any)? or what do the characters want from each other? would they say/do that? so it takes a lot of the scariness out of something.
anyway, thank you for the ask, Aspen!! ♡♡♡♡
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Week 23 Reblog Masterlist
Welcome to Week 23 2023 or Week 179, as always, fics would be listed in the order I read them.
I hope you enjoy it!
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♥ You can check my reading guidelines here.
♥ You can check my masterlist here.
♥ You can check my main reblog masterlist 2023 here.
♥ You can check my June reblog masterlist 2023 here.
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𝙺𝚎𝚢𝚜: 💛 ᵒʳᶤᵍᶤᶰᵃˡ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ
💜 ʰᵒʳʳᵒʳ
🖤 ᵈᵃʳᵏ
❤️ ˢᵐᵘᵗ
💚 ᶠˡᵘᶠᶠ
💙 ᵃᶰᵍˢᵗ
🧡 ᶜᵒᵐᵉᵈʸ
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This is the list of the fics I read and recommend in Week 23 2023:
A single action (Dottie Underwood X Reader) by @ghostofskywalker 💚💙
Everything will be fine (Peter Maximoff X Reader) by @youreobsessedwithtoomanyfandoms 💚💙
Nice to be kneaded part I: Welcome to Greenwood (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup💚
No good at goodbyes part III (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙
Die Besessenheit one-shot: Die Authorität (Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader) by @imanuglywombat❤️🖤
Night kisses (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @incorrectmarvelquotesss 💚💙❤️
My saviour chapter 52: I love you, Y/N! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤
Nice to be kneaded part II: Inhale, Exhale (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup💚
No good at goodbyes part IV (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙
A-Z NSFW Headcanons (Adam Warlock X Reader) by @tom-whore-dleston❤️
My saviour chapter 53: Where are your parents? (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤
Nice to be kneaded part III: Nice to be needed (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup💚
No good at goodbyes part V (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙
Breakfast is served (Stucky X Reader) by @ro-is-struggling❤️
My saviour chapter 54: Anything you want, Brock! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤
Nice to be kneaded part IV: Captain what’s-his-butt (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @rogersideup💚
No good at goodbyes part VI (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙
As the dust settled (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @crazyunsexycool 💚💙❤️
Second time around (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki❤️🖤
My saviour chapter 55: Good girl! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤
No good at goodbyes part VII (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙
How Steve falls in love with you (Steve Rogers X Reader) by @chennqingg 💚
Late night meeting (Pietro Maximoff X Reader) by @little-miss-dilf-lover❤️
My saviour chapter 56: Not you, Agent! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤
No good at goodbyes part VIII (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙
In a world of black and white (Ransom Drysdale X Reader) by @chasingmarvel 💚💙❤️
Distorted (Dark! Hydra Steve Rogers X Reader X Dark!Lloyd Hansen; Dark! Peter Parker X Reader (platonic), Dark! Superior! Tony Stark X Reader) by @ironlady1993❤️🖤
My saviour chapter 57: NOT HER! (Brock Rumlow X Reader) by @talia-rumlow 💚💙❤️🖤
No good at goodbyes part IX (Scott Lang X Reader) by @there-goes-thefighter 💚💙
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•┈••✦ ❤ WIPs ❤ ✦••┈•
My current WIPs in no particular order (hopefully)
Updated: 27/03/24
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♡ Pregnant reader x farmer Completed
♡ SelkieReader x fisherman au (female reader), Completed
♡ War trophy!reader x warlord- Gn!reader, Completed
♡ Warrior "saves" goddess!reader from their heathen ways - Fem!reader, Completed
♡ Reader vs Home intruder- Gn!reader
♡ Dragon Born x reader (yes skyrim fic)- Fem!reader
♡ Cult leader x reader - Gn!reader
♡ Flower seller au pt.2 - fem!reader
♡ Monster hunter x witch/wizard/warlock - gn!reader
♡ Spoilt!reader rescued by mercenary - Gn!reader
♡ Alwyn teaches reader to dance - fem!reader
♡ Mad king pt 3 - fem!reader
♡ Fisherman pt 2 - fem!reader
♡ Eli part 3 - gn!reader
♡ Aussie oc - fem!reader
♡ Asks :)
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» Based on your battery percentage, what Shadowhunter category do you belong to? 100% - 85% | Shadowhunter 84% - 73% | Warlock 72% - 64% | Vampire 63% -41% | Werewolf 40% - 32% | Faerie 31% - 1% | Mundane (human) hello friends, I would be a warlock which is just fine with me! Living forever would allow me to read sooo many books. & you know having magic would be pretty cool. ♡ happy release day to Chain of Thorns!! My heart is not ready for this trilogy to end. I don’t want to say goodbye. ♡ ♡ huge thanks to @simonteen for sending me these gorgeous paperbacks. » hashtags:. #thelasthours #chainofgold #chainofiron #cassieclare #cassandraclare #Shadowhunters #shadowhunter #theinfernaldevices #booksonbooks #readingcommunity #reader #bookobsessed #bookdragon #authorappreciation #booklove #bookloversofinstagram #bookstagram #booksaremagic #booksofinstagram #readmorebook #readingismagic #bookstagramcommunity #bookstagrammademedoit #bookstagrammer #SimonTeen (at Boise, Idaho) https://www.instagram.com/p/CoF5ReMS6d5/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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