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Traveled Half the World to Say, You Are My Muse...
What if in an alternate universe, Princess Peach was an exchange student studying art?
She might enjoy getting a daily coffee before classes, and particularly over the weekends where she planned to walk around the city in search of her muse.
Until, one day, she finds him.
Her muse appears to her in the form of a man at a coffee shop on a rainy day.
The dreary light from the windows catches the brightest blue eyes she's ever seen, and a frustrated hand combs back dark curls as he focuses on his laptop. A full cup of coffee sits, forgotten, by his elbow.
"Excuse me," she approached him before she can think twice, after blocking the doorway and apologizing to the incoming customers who stumbled into her. A childish sense of shame filled her, and she grasped at the straps of her messenger bag. He glanced up at her with those piercing eyes. Her throat went dry. "Mayâmay I sketch you?"
She sees his eyes dart across her face, to the University's emblem on her shirt, to the messenger bag covered in bright patches. His mustache hides his mouth, so she can't tell what he's thinking behind that even stare.
The lack of a response compels nervous laughter. "I'm an art student. It'd just be really quick. I won't bother you; it's good practice, that's all." the explanation bubbled out of her through his silence. The other people sitting in the shop thankfully paid her no mind beyond a glance or two. She struggled not to force a harder smile.
His eyes narrowed for just a moment. She detected a touch of suspicion in his creased brow.
"Sure. Fine," he said, nodding to the seat in front of him before returning his attention to his laptop.
Relieved, Peach practically sank into the chair. "Oh, thank you. Don't mind me at all, it won't take long." she whipped out her sketchbook and pencil, trying to find a blank page to begin. He didn't answer, reviewing whatever was on his screen.
She started by mapping out the general form of his torso and face. He was quite a short man, much shorter than her, but he had an incredibly sturdy build. He wore a modest sweater, but she could see a hint of definition in his shoulders and chest even through the draping red cloth. She wondered if he was very active. Or perhaps his job demanded a certain degree of fitness.
He seemed older than her, but not by much at all. Maybe he was a recent graduate? She focused a little more on his face, trying not to get distracted by his eyes, to sketch out an accurate shape.
His sharp jawline contrasted with his round cheeks. "You have a very impressive mustache," she said, trying to capture the angles just right. She had never seen such a remarkable mustache. It suited the shape of his face so well that she had a hard time imagining his face without it. He didn't respond except to glance at her, expression still unreadable.
She grazed her pencil over the paper, a ghost of a line indicating a suspected dimple in his cheek. She wouldn't know for sure unless he smiled.
"Your nose is so unique," she murmured, careful to capture the precise form. Such a striking round shape. At this, she noticed him let out a sharp sigh and keep a stern focus on his computer. She was nearly done, though, so she had to persist. Had to get this specimen on paper.
Her education had created an efficient artist out of her. Her lines gained more focus, nearly portraying an accurate likeness.
It was those eyes that had captured her attention in the first place. She traced the shape of his thick brows, framing his face with a soft intensity. Nothing in the cafe could draw her away. Not the constant ringing of the doorbell as people came and went, not the steady noise level from the dozens of conversations around them. Not even the rich scent of the coffee that she so adored. Instead, her nose was more keen toward the fresh, clean scent that she assumed was the man's cologne. Her cheeks grew a little warm.
She just managed to trace the shape of his irises, though her linework could not capture the way the color almost glowed. She had never felt such a spark inside as she did looking upon this man. "Your eyes are so beautiful," she said, looking between him and the page. "I don't think I've ever seen such a bright blue before..." she looked up, only to trail off as she realized he was glaring at her.
"That's enough." The man stood from his stool in a flash, shoving his laptop in a bag. Peach jumped. Eyes wide.
He stopped only long enough to give her a hard look, before he turned and marched out of the cafe.
A few customers turned to look as Peach watched him go. Her heart skipped a beat, an alarmed sting of confusion going through her veins. He disappeared quickly down the street.
She didn't understand. Maybe he was busy and didn't want her to bother him? But if that were the case, he simply could have refused to allow her to draw him, right? Swallowing hard, she looked down at her quick little rendering of the man. His features all together created a soft image, with kind and earnest eyes. But suddenly, all she could see was that icy glare.
The rain picked up outside. Peach slowly put away her book and decided not to explore the city that day after all.
In her morose bewilderment, she could hardly take out her sketchbook over the next couple of days. A few of her classmates noticed and tried to engage her in idle gossip, but she didn't have the heart to pay any real attention.
Her work on the sketch had been solid. When she did take out her book, she would take some time to look at the man, even though the memory of that harsh look twisted the perception of her art.
Where the city had been so colorful and vibrant, it all suddenly seemed so dull and gray.
"Your muse?" her roommate caught her one day going over the lines, and pressed her until she'd explained the situation. "Are you sure he's your muse? Don't you think you might just have a crush on him?"
The suggestion haunted her like his face did in her dreams.
The sun warmed her back when she made her way down the street the next weekend. She caught sight of the cafe, and thought a coffee might do her some good before her excursions for the day. Classes had been long that week anyway; she deserved a little treat.
The bell rang on the door as soon as she walked in. Many people looked up at her on impulse before returning to their own drinks.
Except for him.
In the exact same place she had spotted him before. Those bright blue eyes fixed right on her. Like blue jewels in the sunlight.
Peach froze for a moment before abruptly averting her eyes. Should she leave? This was embarrassing. But an indignance rose up in her chest to fight off the shame. She had just as much of a right to be here as he did. She wasn't going to turn tail just because of some guy.
So she raised her chin, gripped the strap of her bag, and hurried to the complete opposite side of the room as him.
It was only after she had sat down and arranged her books and materials around for her homework that she realized she had forgotten to go to the counter to order herself a coffee.
Well. She had just as much of a right to be here, but she did not currently have the nerve to get back up and show herself and do something crazy like risk making eye contact again. With a deep breath, and heat rising to her cheeks, she got to work scanning over the latest assignment.
The low music playing harmonized with the low hum of conversation in the cafe. Peach tried to make sense of the description of the assignment, but she couldn't quite focus on any of the words.
A cup of coffee and a pastry appeared at her elbow.
Peach looked up. The man, the subject of her thoughts and dread the past week, took a careful step back to a respectful distance. Those pretty eyes focused on her with a hesitant guilt. He had his own coffee cup in his hand.
"I didn't know how you liked your coffee," he nodded to the cup on the table, where he had placed cream and sugar beside it. "But I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry."
Her throat went dry. Swallowing hard, Peach tried to figure out a normal way to sit without fidgeting. "Eâexcuse me?"
He nodded and took a deep breath. "I was rude to you last week. I believed you were, ah, trying to make fun of me. With all the things you said to me." He glanced at the floor before looking back at her again. "It was a mistake to assume the worst. You seem very kind. I am sorry for how I behaved to you." he tried to smile.
A new light dawned on Peach's understanding. "Oh. Oh, goodness, not at all!" She set her pencils and books aside. "I wasn't teasing you. I'm so sorry if I came across that way; I must have been distracted..."
The man waved her off. "No, please. It was nothing about you. I think you come across as very sweet, Miss. It was my fault."
Very sweet. He thought she was sweet. Peach tried to ignore the furious heat that rose up to her face. She pursed her lips and nodded her appreciation.
He gestured to the coffee and the pastry he had chosen for her. "Please," he said. "I will leave you now. I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, Missâ"
"Wait," Peach reached out. "Um, I just want you to know that I genuinely think that you are handsome. You have the prettiest eyes. And uh, I appreciate the apology. If you want, you could have the rest of your coffee with me?"
The man blinked at her when she moved to make a space for him to sit. She could have sworn she saw his cheeks flush with a little color. He didn't say anything.
She stuck out her hand. "I'm Peach. I'm an art student at the University. But you already knew that." she laughed nervously. "Um, what's your name?"
It occurred to her that he was just as flustered as she was. An excited, hopeful spark lit up her chest.
He reached out to shake her hand. "I'm Mario," he said, and moved to sit down.
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#Fanfic#Mario#Princess Peach#Mareach#AU#Idk how this happened lol the muse just possessed me#I don't often give Mario a tough exterior#But it kind of suits him having some insecurities#Especially if he got teased a lot growing up#There's this meme about bad facial features/good facial harmony and vice versa#And I think Peach sees the harmony and would be so clueless about how anyone would tease him#And he only sees the facial features that have been coded as bad#Or that other people have tried to code#I imagine in this universe he would learn to see the world as she does#It feels good to just randomly write again#It's been awhile đ#My writing#Also I can't stop making muse references in my writing help
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Testing the Theory
áŠPairing: Director! Park Seonghwa x Professor of Dreams! Reader (f) x Professor of Battle! (General) Hongjoong
áŠGenre: angst, smut
áŠTrope: enemies to lovers, exes to lovers
áŠAu: Modern Wizardry School au, Professors au, white and black magic au, army au
áŠWord Count: 4,507
áŠWarnings: magical somnophilia, sex dreams, restraints, pain into pleasure spell, dubcon (roleplaying, the dubcon is in the roleplay, there is not actual dubious consent), biting, marking, breast play, glove kink, mxm, jerking off, fingering, nipple play, edging, cuckolding, breeding kink, oral kink, penetrative sex with no barrier
áŠRated: 18+ MDNI
áŠSummary: you literally flee from the truth to stay away from a broken heart but nothing ever stops director park. that's why you may have put him to sleep, but will that really help you?
áŠBetaâs: @downtoamagicalland
áŠPlaying while writing: Man on Fire, because if that isn't Wizard Director! Hwa, i don't know what is
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âWell well well, seems like I'm not the only one you like to rub into Wooyoungâs face. I'm wounded.â
You whined and buried your face deeper into the pillow. âSeonghwa, why are you yelling?!â
âOh, believe you me, lover, I'm not yelling. Yet.â
You blinked blearily up at Seonghwa, whose face was a mask of slight amusement but his eyes burned dark. You quickly remembered drinking with Hongjoong and saluting your fallen comrades. And as it turned out, that âpillowâ you had been burying your face into was Hongjoongâs chest.Â
âGood morning, Reaper,â Hongjoong said in a gravelly morning voice that made your stomach dip.
Seonghwa dipped his head in a cordial acknowledgement. âGeneral.â
âWhat time is it?â You croaked.
âThe sun has risen,â Seonghwa informed you.
âIf I'm not late for class, why the hell are you here, Director Park?â
Seonghwa laughed, dry and sarcastic. âI was worried. After yesterday morning, I worried for you. Then I heard you took your last class off and I worried for you. Then I found out that Professor Kim had specially requested his Lieutenant to speak to his students. How cute. And then I overheard our very favourite student talk about how he was pretty sure the professor of dreams and the professor of battle had fucked. Imagine my surprise when I sent out a location demon and it brought me to this spot, this place, with you two cozied up like you never broke each otherâs hearts.â
Hongjoong sat up, letting you slip away. âWe didn't do anything, Seonghwa,â he insisted.
âDid she let you comfort her when she was hurting?â Seonghwa demanded quietly.
âWe didn't fuck, Seonghwa,â Hongjoong insisted again.
Seonghwaâs eyes shone with an intensity that made your mouth dry. âI didn't ask that.â
You got out of bed and found your heels. âI didn't tell him about my dream,â you aimed at Seonghwa, well aware of what he was subtly referring to.Â
âWhat dream?â Hongjoong snapped. He didn't understand the situation and it was fraying his nerves.
You raised an eyebrow at Seonghwa and he blew out a bit of his anger. âSee? And so much for you being able to share,â you mocked the director.
âNow wait a fucking minute,â Hongjoong interrupted, his anger full blown now.Â
âMy apologies, General. It seems I've gotten my panties in a twist,â Seonghwa said dryly.
You made your way towards the door when Hongjoong called you out. âWhere are you going?â
âI want something greasy to eat,â You said.
âNow you may be able to get away with not telling Seonghwa about your dream but I know better. You speak with your subconscious in your dreams. What has it been telling you?â Hongjoong asked.
âNothing.â
Seonghwa sat down on the bed and crossed his legs. âShe woke up with a gasp. She said she had a bad dream.â
âHow bad, Lieutenant?â Hongjoong growled.
You swallowed. âI woke up. It's fine.â
Seonghwaâs eyes followed your back and forth like it was titillating. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means her dreams were always dangerous when we were at war. They usually told her just how much in danger she was. Except they also almost killed her. That's why she started sleeping with me. At first, it was for the sex, to stay awake. Later, it was because I never slept and could wake her in case the dreams became⊠violent. So I will ask you again, Lieutenant, how bad?â
âI couldn't breathe,â You admitted.
âIs that why you told me you needed some room to breathe?â Seonghwa questioned.
âIf you're feeling the danger alreadyâŠ?â Hongjoong appeared deep in thought. âDoes that mean we don't have much time?â
Your lie to Hongjoong was convenient at this moment. He never knew that your similar bad dreams about Hongjoong correlated with your heart and not the war. You didn't want either of them to know the truth.
âThey're not violent yet,â You said hesitantly, âSo there might still be time.â
âSo youâre saying we need to start ensuring she shares a bed with one of us?â Seonghwa clarified towards Hongjoong.
You were almost at the door when Hongjoong snapped at you again. âYou put one hand on that doorknob and I will have you on your back so fast you wonât know what happened,â Hongjoong growled at you.
There was the man that had been your Captain. You whipped around, feeling like a trapped animal at this moment. âI will push you so far into a dream that you wonât wake up until a century passes,â You snarled right back.
Seonghwa looked wary. âCan she do that?â
âWanna find out?â You wet your lips, preparing for the spell that was on the tip of your tongue.
âYes, Seonghwa, if sheâs having violent dreams, sheâs going to need some supervision,â Hongjoong opted to respond instead.
âSeonghwa can have one of his demonâs watch over me while I sleep,â You dismissed the notion immediately. You didnât want that but you really didnât need the alternative. The dreams were only going to get more violent if that happened.
Hongjoongâs wheels turned in his head and you didnât like the way he was studying you. âYou know for someone who was a part of the Intelligence Corp, you lie for shit, Lieutenant.â
âWell, excuse me for not wanting two men hovering over me like Iâm a damsel in distress!â
âLoverâŠâ Seonghwa looked wistful. âThatâs not it.â
âLet her rage, Seonghwa,â Hongjoong shook his head. âStubborn until the day she dreams forever, thatâs the Lieutenant.â
Except Seonghwa never knew how to stop. Or maybe he did and refused to. Seonghwa always pushed until he was satisfied.Â
The director stepped up to your form, his lanky body slightly looming over you. He curved a hand fondly over the side of your face. âWhy couldn't you breathe in your dream?â
âI would like some food now, please. Even if itâs not Wooyoungâs.â You refused to meet Seonghwaâs gaze.
âYouâll get fed when you answer the question,â Seonghwa insisted softly but firmly.
âThen Iâll starve,â You muttered. âAm I free to go now, General?â You said Hongjoongâs title like it was an insult.
âYouâre dismissed, Mistress of Dreams,â Hongjoong said with a sharp jerk of his chin.Â
You ripped out of Seonghwaâs grasp and stomped down the stairs of the inn.Â
âHave a happy--?â Sanâs eyes wandered after you and stopped talking suddenly. âSeonghwa, when did you get here?â
âI donât understand!â Seonghwa called after you as your heels clipped along the stones towards the school. âWhy is that dream so important for you to not tell me the details?â
âLet it go, Seonghwa,â You shouted back.Â
For once, you wished you had Hongjoongâs speed.
âI wonât,â Seonghwa refused. âWhy wouldnât you tell me that your dreams could get violent like that?â
âItâs none of your damn business!â You refused to answer his questions.
âYou, Mistress of Dreams, are starting to get on my nerves,â Seonghwa growled. âWhat do you mean itâs none of my business. I care about you!â
âThatâs the problem!â You screeched. âStop caring.â
âWhatâs wrong, Lover?â Seonghwa crooned. He practically stalked you, walking with his hands in his pockets, like you were prey and he a large cat. âAfraid youâll catch feelings too?â
Not when that had already happened. âItâs annoying. Itâs a weight Iâd rather not carry.â
âGood thing Iâm strong enough for the both of us then,â Seonghwa dismissed you within a moment's notice.
You were at your wits end. âNo, Seonghwa, you are not strong enough for the two of us! You get hurt with every barbed phrase I send your way. You got jealous finding Hongjoong and I cuddling. You have left your heart open and vulnerable and itâs going to get ripped from your chest.â
âI get hurt but I can endure it! Because I--â
âYou fucking say those words and I will resign!â You threatened.
That caused Seonghwa to actually pause. âYou wouldnât.â
âYou have no idea how desperate I am right now,â You heaved.
Seonghwaâs face was stormy again. âItâs his fault isnât it? Heâs scarred your heart so badly that you donât have room to heal. If I could go back in time and wring his scrawny little neck and steal you for myself--â
âWould you have killed me?â You interrupted him.
â...what?â Seonghwaâs eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
âDo you know how many of your comrades died because I ate their dreams and they never woke up? How do you know it wasnât me that kept your beloved Captain in a dreamless state so that Hongjoong could kill her? I was integral to the war, Seonghwa. I could be dead at your hands if you had known who I was. Donât speak of stupid what-ifâs, they never help. I am in charge of my heart and Iâm saying I donât want you to have a piece of it.â You stared at Seonghwa as the sun filled the sky slowly but surely.Â
âLet me watch over you as you sleep, Dreameaterâ Seonghwa begged.
The nickname you had acquired from your enemies almost slapped you in the face. âYou are fucking tiring,â You spat. âLeave me alone, Director.â
âYou're⊠more angry today. More angry than normal. Please, tell me something. Anything,â Seonghwa begged.
You sighed heavily. If Seonghwa wasnât going to leave you alone then⊠drastic times call for drastic measures.Â
You walked back towards where Seonghwa was standing behind you. You muttered the Chinese word for sleep, invoking the bedchamber goddess ChuĂĄngmÇ, and pressed two fingers to Seonghwaâs forehead.Â
âWha..?â Seonghwa mumbled and then fell asleep where he stood.Â
You barely caught him before he slumped over, letting out a loud âoofâ. âCould your shoulders be any broader?â You said to absolutely no one.Â
You invoked next the Celtic Goddess Cerridwen, using some Welsh to command Seonghwa to walk. You kept a step behind him in case he stumbled, but you intended to walk him right to his bedroom and leave him there until he woke up the next morning. Maybe youâd even stop by Mingiâs office and let him know the director was down with a bad headache for the day.Â
You steered Seonghwa all the way to his bed and it took but a slight push to his back and he collapsed onto his bed. You contemplate leaving him like that, just to make a point, but then that feeling of Nightmare Seonghwa suffocating you resurfaced and you shook your head. You did not need to be the reason that man died, despite the many times you had threatened him with it.
You climbed on the bed. You pushed and pulled to move the lanky man to his back, gasping and sweating at the labor.Â
You looked down to admire your progress and then felt a pang in your chest. Whether it was from the guilt of using your powers selfishly or from the view below you, that was uncertain. But you pushed a strand of Seonghwa's hair out of his face nonetheless.
Somehow, without his ability to smirk and poke at you, he seemed younger, and more innocent, as he laid there sleeping.Â
âWhy must you be such a pushy, insufferable man?â You muttered to yourself.
Still, he was quite handsome, lying there, small puffs of air leaving those pink, plush lips.Â
You already have gone this far⊠Maybe it was worth taking one more step and seeing what Seonghwa was dreaming about? That way he'd take you more seriously and stop pushing you so much.
You closed your eyes, still straddling Seonghwa on his bed and simply stepped into the other plane that was your playground.Â
đđŽđ€Inside Seonghwaâs dreamđđŽđ€
You couldn't help but stiffen as you took in the scene that you had opened your eyes to. You were well familiar with the layout of the Black Magic Userâs encampment. The Dark tents that appeared more like a traveling circus than an army. You had been here many many times in many many dreams. But you had simply been an observer, not a participant. This time was different.
Goddamn it, Park Seonghwa, you thought to yourself.
You were in the tight, white uniform from your days in the civil war. You were âhangingâ in the air by the many demon hands Seonghwa had used on you before in his bedroom at Twilight Academy. You never actually supposed he used them on the enemy as a weapon--or a means of torture.
âNow, Lieutenant, I would like the answer to my question,â The Reaper purred as he stalked around you.
The white haired Director you had fallen into bed with was vastly different from the legend that Hongjoong had once defeated. This one had dark hair held in a bun at the top of his head. He sported the dark green uniform of the opposition. You had to admit, he still looked handsome in severe clothing. Perhaps the uniform was the reason he flaunted his fashion nowadays.
If you didnât want Seonghwa to wake up, you now had to play into this fantasy. You sent a small prayer to Shai, the Egyptian god of fortune, to send good luck your way. You were going to need it.Â
You painted a bored expression on your face. âI drowned you out ages ago, what is it that youâve been bothering me about?â
Seonghwa took a step closer in his shiny black boots. âGive up your Captain to me and this charade can come to a close.â
It took everything in you to not roll your eyes. Of course he would be dreaming of this.Â
âIâm loyal to The White Magic Users and to my Captain. Youâll never get me to turn, you despicable, high-handed, dirty--â
A demon hand suddenly clamped over your mouth, halting your plethora of negative adjectives. It didnât surprise you that Seonghwa simply wanted to hear himself speak in his own dream. He often did that in the real world as well.
Seonghwa leaned in to whisper into your ear suggestively. âIf you wonât willingly give up the information, I have other means of getting them.â
Goosebumps dotted your skin. You knew that Seonghwa would never harm you but this was a dream. There was a chance that Seonghwa could be so deep in his subconsciousness that he was reverting back to the days of the war. Perhaps--
âMeans that I believe we will both enjoy,â Seonghwa continued.Â
His demon's hands began to simultaneously undo the buttons for your high neck jacket and pull up your tight skirt.Â
Oh god, you were trapped in a sex dream with The Reaper.
You struggled in your restraints but that only made Seonghwa smile amusedly. âMust you maintain the air that you donât want this? Because I know you do.â
Seonghwaâs gloved hand moved to leisurely cup your mound and pressed against your hole through your underwear. When he brought his hand to his mouth and licked it, his smile bloomed into a grin. âSee? Wet and ripe, just for me.â
Your muffled arguments dotted the air but Seonghwa deigned to keep the demon hand over your mouth. You had no one to curse but yourself, for being curious as to what exactly Seonghwa had been dreaming about. In your attempt to escape him and banish him to sleep you had effectively trapped yourself with him as well. You were an idiot.
The demon hands that had exposed you were now working on massaging both your breasts through your chemise under your jacket. You moaned against the demon hand still gagging you. Seonghwaâs eyes lit up at the sound.Â
âPretty noises for me already, Dreameater? I think I will very much enjoy playing with you.â
You glared daggers at Seonghwa but that only seemed to make his pupils blow. He physically grabbed your face and turned it to the side so he could lick a long strip along your neck. He moaned wantonly at the taste of the anger on your skin. Some things never changed.Â
The reaper fell to his knees to lick and suck along the exposed skin of your stomach. He rolled his eyes upwards to look at you, as his tongue circumvented your belly button and moved lower. He nipped and sucked, making all kinds of marks on your skin.Â
The demon hands pulled and tweaked your nipples into stiff peaks through your chemise. You couldn't help but press your thighs together, looking to relieve some pressure that was building there. That did not escape the Reaperâs notice.Â
He clucked his tongue. âNow, we canât have that. Do you need something, Lieutenant?â
Your lips pressed to a thin line even when the demon hand lifted from your face.. âI have nothing to say to you,â You insisted.
âNo? Thatâs too bad,â Seonghwa said with pretend sympathy.Â
His lips jumped over your scrunched up skirt and then he groaned loudly when he pushed your thighs apart and pushed his face into your underwear.Â
âThis is my favourite place to be,â He whispered to himself.
Why did this man have to be so obsessed with you? He made you want to break all the oaths you swore to yourself after the civil war ended. He wasnât good for your heart.Â
You were pulled from your inner turmoil when Seonghwa ripped your underwear right off your body. âLook at how wet you are for me, Lieutenant. Is your Captain not satisfying you?â
You turned your nose upwards. âI have no idea what youâre talking about.â
Seonghwa shook his head. âAh, still stubborn as always. Lucky for me, I know how to get you to sing.â
Seonghwaâs voice went deep as he called on Freyr, and when you saw a boat drift upwards, you knew you were in deep shit. Seonghwa was using the spell he had originally cast on you, the one that turned pain into pleasure.
Still, you had to play into your role. âWhat kind of black magic curse did you just cast on me?â You growled as you struggled in the hold of the demon hands.Â
Seonghwa chuckled lowly and then bit into the flesh part of your thigh. You felt your lower half flood with desire and you whimpered at the pleasure one simple bite did for you.Â
âDid you like that?â Seonghwa crooned. âDid that make you clench down on nothing? I can help you with that. You just have to tell me exactly where your Captain is and I can make you feel so good.â
âNever,â You said through gritted teeth.
Thus started Seonghwa biting into every inch of your left thigh, leaving teeth marks everywhere. And when he ran out of flesh, he only moved to the other thigh. You were eventually panting and desperate, whining at the desire that was thrumming through your body.Â
His gloved hand ran along your folds, sweeping up any wetness that pooled there and then he sucked on his fingers. The motions did nothing for your desire for he didnât enter your hole nor did he touch your clit.Â
âDon't you want my gloved fingers inside of you, lover?â Seonghwa continued to tempt you in a sing-song voice. âDon't you want my glorious tongue exploring your folds? I know they warned good little magic users about us. They did it for good reason. We will give into all your baser desires. All you have to do is give up your Captain, and he'll trade places with you. He can be tortured and tempted while I make sweet love to your body.â
âSeong--seonghwa,â You whimpered pathetically.Â
The Reaper stood tall in order to lean in so his ear was pressed up against your lips. âTell me.â
You licked the shell of his ear and he shivered delicately from the motion. âGo. To. Hell,â You whispered.
Seonghwa let out a noise that was part laugh and part groan. âI thought I could break you. Oh well.â
Seonghwaâs voice went high and sweet as he called on Hermes. One second you were being held and groped by Seonghwaâs demon hands, and the next, you were in Seonghwaâs arms and Hongjoong was being held and groped by the demon hands.
Your eyes went wide at the view: the demon hands were pulling aside Hongjoongâs jacket only to grope and tug at his nipples. Another palmed him through his pants and massaged his balls. If Hongjoong appeared as an absolute wreck, then what was your fate?
âSee, Lieutenant? See how he enjoys being tortured so? You needn't protect him from me. You were both made for me,â Seonghwa cooed as he pressed his cheek to yours, his stance behind you.Â
Is this truly what Seonghwa wanted? Or was it his guilty pleasure? His way to work through his trauma from the civil war? Unless you actually asked him, you wouldn't get an answer, and even so, you were pretty sure he wouldn't give you a straight one.
You turned in Seonghwaâs grasp, and whimpered, âMercy. Please, clemency for us both.â You made two fists in Seonghwaâs uniform.
Seonghwa smoothed his hands over your fists, flattening them against his chest. He smiled so fondly down at you, that you had a hard time keeping his gaze. âYou know Iâd do anything for you, lover.â
The demon hands stopped their motions on Hongjoong and he whined. âWhatâs going on?â
Seonghwa smirked. âYour lieutenant has asked for clemency.â
Hongjoongâs form trembled. âI want more.â
Seonghwa cocked his head. âThe question is, what do you want, Lieutenant?â
It was your turn to tremble in Seonghwaâs arms. You could let go just this once, right? Just for this dream, so that Seonghwaâs conscience wouldnât figure out this wasnât his dream version of you but the real you invading his dreams. âIf Hongjoong--â
Seonghwa clucked his tongue in disappointment. âWhat did I just say?â
âSeonghwa.â
âYes, Lover?â
âPleaseâŠ?â Your mouth was dry and your heart beat to a rhythm that you were sure wasnât good for you.Â
âWhat is it that you want?â Seonghwa purred.
âPlease give us what we want.â
Seonghwa chuckled lowly. âOh no, youâll have to do much better than that.â
âTake me in front of Hongjoong and edge him with your demon hands,â You whispered.
Seonghwa shivered, you could feel it, from head to toe. âAs you wish.â
Seonghwa turned you around, so that you could watch all the ways his demon hands were torturing Hongjoong. Hongjoongâs hips pushed against one hand that was fisting his cock. Another was behind him, fucking him full of demon fingers. Two hands massaged his chest, taking their time to flick his nipples when the time was right. Nothing muffled his cries, which was probably for the best, because the way that Hongjoong was panting with his tongue out had to be one of your favourite views of him.
They continued to molest your captain as Seonghwa plunged into you from behind. He kept one hand on your hip, keeping you in place so that he could fuck you, and then two fingers inside of your mouth. Your tongue swirled around his digits obediently. Your breasts bounced with each thrust into you.Â
âSee, I told you that you two were meant for me,â Seonghwa growled. âSee how wet you both are for me? Whining and wanting more. Brats, the both of you, needing to be put in your place. You two are mine and thatâs how it will be.â
Hongjoongâs cries grew into a crescendo; high pitched and pretty, when Seonghwaâs demon hands halted their progress. His shoulders heaved and sweat dropped down his chest and off his face.Â
âAgain,â Hongjoong said, his voice croaking.Â
The demon hands started back up again and Hongjoong moaned in relief.
Seonghwa removed his fingers from your mouth and pressed the wet digits to your clit. Then he bit into your shoulder. The triple stimulation of Seonghwa fucking you good, rubbing your clit and the bite was more than enough to bring you over the edge of destruction. You screamed his name as you spiraled into the pleasure zipping through your nerves.
The Reaper held himself inside of you and bit down even harder onto your shoulder, spurting inside of you. You would have screamed bloody murder if not for the reminder that you couldn't get pregnant, this was just a dream. His tongue lathed at his marks and he slowly thrusted through his high.Â
âWhat cute little white and black magic user babies weâll make,â Seonghwa sighed.
Your view began to get cloudy, and the edge of the frame of the tent began to fall away like sand sifting down an opening. The dream was complete, and Seonghwa was regaining consciousness. Thank god, because you did not like where this was going. Why did he always bring up the babies?
đđŽđ€Seonghwaâs Dream DoneđđŽđ€
The dream had ended and you were free. From the dream, at least. Seonghwa groaned when he woke up. A sleepy, happy smile pulled at his features when he felt your soft form against his. âGood morning, Lover.â
You mumbled nonsense and sat up.Â
Seonghwaâs eyes widened in alarm. âWhat exactly did we get up to that we are waking up in this state?â
You were fully dressed but straddling the director. You winced because you could feel the wet spot on your underwear where you had climaxed in Seonghwaâs dream. Seonghwa must be feeling a similar situation inside of his pants. You did your best to not wince guiltily.Â
âWe were both tired after our⊠discussion. You suggested a calming nap and I agreed to such before classes started.â Completely avoiding the question of course. Did that bugger not remember his own dream? After everything you did to endure it?!
Seonghwa quirked an eyebrow at you. âA nap? In the morning? You?â
You avoided his gaze. âIt was a peace offering after finding me in bed with Hongjoong. I wanted to show you that I could find comfort in your arms as well.âÂ
That was not a lie you wanted to tell, or a seed you wanted to plant, but you knew Seonghwa would latch onto it.Â
You almost felt bad when Seonghwaâs face broke out into an even happier smile and then he was hugging you back down to his chest, the way he found you when he woke up. âAre you compromising for little olâ me, Dreameater?â
âPretty noises for me already, Dreameater? I think I will very much enjoy playing with you.â
A shudder ran through you, that memory of Seonghwaâs dream unable to be shaken from your mind. âSeonghwa,â You growled in warning.
Seonghwa laughed merrily and then kissed you on the crown of your head. âLetâs get cleaned up and ready for classes today.â
Seonghwa rolled you to your back and he stood up. His demon hands moved around, grabbing toiletries and a new outfit today. You had to remain lying on your back because even the damn demon hands were triggering.
What the hell did you just get yourself into now?
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@youwerenevermine and I are planning a little something for the springtime! Look for a teaser coming soonâŠ. đđ
Until then, I leave you with a teaser for the teaser⊠@evax3âs latest art may have had the intended effect. đžđ¶ đ€ âš
#Iâm obsessed with that show#the tension! the angst! the music!#been thinking of it awhile#and now the wheels are in motion#and I have Erikaâs blessing đ#my fic tease
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sorry this is late friend but i hope you are doing good as well! happy anniversary đ„ł thank you for the message đ„șđ it means a lot and iâm glad you enjoy my stories/ideas đ„° i feel honored to be included on this
ALSOâ i want to say that youâre whole aesthetic is so amazing and i love it so much and i legit have to stop myself from stealing it đ€Łđ€Łđ€Ł every time i think of you, i think of your kickass aesthetic đđ
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you have reached year 3
lissie: greetings! this is your flight director speaking~ welcome to the third anniversary of this blog. with so many changes in the trends of fics posted here and such, i'm surprised how this blog perseveres through it. first, thank you so much for reading, indulging, and/or interacting with this blog, me, or my works. the sentence before cannot describe the gratitude i'm expressing towards all of you.
second, i know updates are slow right now. much of what i promised from the previous november 15th didn't happen, especially terra incognita. many experiences have happened to me such as moving to a new country even for a short stay and my dwindling interest in the kpop fandom space in general with how i focused more on my other hobbies such as discovering new mediums. i would like to say that even with the minimal works posted here, i'm still gonna be here and write stories i'm proud of that you will be ready to read. i won't be quitting until i don't know what to write for these groups anymore. but, with art, it takes time to create something that i can be truly satisfied with, especially because i write novel-length works with intricate worldbuilding and narrative.
that being said, even if i'm not proud because i didn't meet the target that i wanted to meet, things still happened to this blog that i do believe has been the most growth i've seen now. and this is a yearly recap that allows me and you all to see the progress of this blog!
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all research done (read: works written and released)
subterranean homesick alien | txt's soobin (52.7k [novel])
laurel hell | enhypen's heeseung (2 parts; 60.5k [novel])
besok mungkin kita sampai | enhypen's niki (13k [novelette])
total: 3 works (1 two-shots, 2 oneshots) and 126.2k words written
all the navigators connected (read: mutuals i got within the year. check last year's recap if you didn't find yourself!)
@galaxystardragoness (via @umbralhelwolf)
hello haru! i don't think we have interacted much other than things related to cult of dionysus network. i do have rb a few of your posts on my other blogs (fandom and random) so i'm very glad to see your posts on my timeline! cheers~
@14raeriluv
rae! genuinely, your tags make me remember that people do care about me outside of my writings. you've been a gateway to the other sides of enhypen fandom that i'm not in so looking into your blog helps me keep up with enhypen~ thank you for that!
@enluv
hi coco! i don't know if you're still lurking here, but hope you have a great time offline!
@seolboba
hey mako! you're the one who introduced me to a wider kpop oc community here on tumblr, alongside sof! it's been a long time since i've been thinking about street spirit, but i do have some ambitious plans about them as the street spirit project can be a gateway to improve my art portfolio. so glad to see you on my timeline when you update your ocs!
@bandzboy (via @pionas)
tris! the advocate and voice you are!! gosh i'm so glad i linked up with you because, honestly, you are one of the voices of reason for me to think about kpop critically, especially in the social and political side of the industry. so proud of you for being the voice of the kpop boycott for gaza that i'm still following today. all the best for you~
@thelargefrye (via @smallfrye)
smalls! gosh how are you? i love how you refer to yourself as the yoko taro of atinyblr 'cause i can definitely see that (as a self-proclaimed annapurna interactive of my side of the kpop ficblr). your stories are so creative and out of the box that i am very much inspired to make more fantasy fics instead of grounded fics because of them. i hope you are doing well right now!
@prodsh00ky
hello sam! glad to be able to link up with you and thanks for joining my collab~ hope we can talk or discuss more cause i am planning to be more active here, especially nearing the end of the year...
@hyukassubi
subi! so glad to see you here especially since we've talked before on the txt fic hub discord server. so glad to know that you're getting in the groove for writing. i am interested in your kai fics, so i'm might reblog something about it in the future. p.s. will be answering your rb after this
director's journal entries (read: all the rants i have thought out the past year. some are genuine, some are sarcastic):
finally i can post a continuation of time wave ahh
why am i making such a romcom fic so melancholic(?)
oh shoot
where did yall come from??? *panic*
i hate myself for not being able to finish another fic
pls let me finish a fic :[[[
i'm so sorry. but ever since laurel hell, why is there an abundance of enha parent au on the tags?
freaky ahh...
in the clerb, we all fam... ig
i have so many ideas. thank you other mediums!
spoiler: i went a place where my future fic will be set in ohoho
i literally just hear someone copulating a floor above me when i wanna write smut. bro if it can reach me, iâm horrified for their next-door neighbours
re: above: that's my ace side showing up ^^
it's been year huh and how did i still am able write more than 100k words
wow!
notable moments from the past year
the first time a fic has reached 1000 notes!
reaching 300, 400, and 500!
whatâs next?
lissie: i mostly plan on focusing on the fics that i am working for currently (i only said, terra incognita act 1, loomer) that will posted this year and other things such as the 400 milestone collab!
i *might* make a poll about fics from my wip page that you are interested in reading the most but like it's still hard 'cause i have to be in a certain mindset to write. i will try to be active here more, especially with mutuals and in regards to @a-dream-bookmark. i will be a bit more low-key because i believe in a more thorough process that is quality over quantity. so, i hope you can be patient with that...
lissie: with all of that said, i thank all of you once again for another year of support. cheers!
#happy anniversary lissie#sorry itâs been awhile since Iâve reblogged and responded to people#if I redo my theme in the future ⊠itâs bc of you đč#ALSO you could do such an amazing fantasy au#like your brain đ§ is so awesome#i have no doubts a fantasy au from you would be epic#like a fantasy mixed with sci-fi almost đ#if you ever want to talk you got my FULL attention đđđ
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hiii! iâm the anon who asked for the guild conference request! absolutely loved itâ€ïž it made me really happyđ
iâd like to req another, where jinwoo introduces wife!reader to his entire army of shadows, specifically during the part after bellion appears and jinwoo trains his shadows in a desolate island (around chapter 167?). reader is a bit shy and soft but absolutely has a soft spot for the shadows cause of how cute they all look to her haha, sheâs been asking jinwoo to meet em for awhile because of that! thank you once againn!
[ Req 16 ] Shadow Soldiers. â§. â â â â âhusband!s.jinwoo x wife!reader
Jin-Woo stopped, and the 'monster' also stopped. And then⊠the 'monster' looked at Jin-Woo and suddenly knelt on the ground. And at that moment, the soldiers behind him also knelt at the same time.
Chut.
The sight of more than a hundred thousand soldiers bowing at the same time carried an incredible, overwhelming shock value. After a brief silence passed, the 'monster' kneeling right in front raised his head and spoke.
"Grand Marshal Bellion, here to humbly welcome the Sovereign with his Shadow Army."
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The waves gently lapped against the shore of the deserted island, their sound a soft soundtrack to the distant clash of weapons as Jinwooâs shadow army fought in the distance.
You stood at the edge of the training grounds, your hands fidgeting nervously as you glanced at your husband. Jinwoo smiled encouragingly at you, his grey eyes warm as he held your hand.
âTheyâre happy to see you,â he said softly, his voice carrying the soft, steady tone you loved.
âReally?â you asked, a shy smile playing on your lips. âI thought theyâd⊠be indifferent to me.â
âNot at all,â Jinwoo chuckled. âTo them, youâre their queen.â
Your cheeks heated up at the title, but you didnât have time to react as Jinwoo stepped forward, his imposing presence immediately drawing the attention of every shadow in sight.
âEveryone, gather,â he called, his voice echoing throughout the arena.
From the shadows, they emerged. Bellion was the first, his tall figure radiating power and authority. Beru followed, his graceful movements and the sound of his teeth clattering giving him an almost regal air. Behind them were Igris, Iron, Tusk, and countless other soldiers, each stopping at a respectful distance from you and Jinwoo.
âEveryone,â Jinwoo said, gesturing toward you with a rare proud smile, âthis is my wife.â
A whisperâor what could be considered a whisper in the darknessâspread through the gathered army. You could feel their collective gazes on you, a mix of awe and curiosity.
Bellion was the first to step forward, bowing deeply. âMy queen,â he said, his deep voice echoing with reverence.
You blinked, surprised by the formal greeting, before waving shyly. âH-hello,â you stammered.
Jinwoo patted his shoulder. âThis is Bellion. And thatâs Beru, Igris, Tank⊠Youâve met them before.â
Beru clicked eagerly, his large frame bowing slightly. âThe presence of the Queen⊠is wonderful,â he declared, his tone almost enthusiastic, which was a bit unexpected considering his imposing appearance.
Though you seemed nervous at first, you found yourself smiling. âThank you, Beru,â you muttered, earning a series of almost amused clicks from the ant-like shadow.
As more shadows stepped forward to introduce themselvesâor offer some form of acknowledgementâyou couldnât help but notice how⊠adorable they were. From Iron's slow but eager demeanor to Tusk's shy bow as he presented a small flower he had summoned with magic, each of them seemed to have their own charm.
"They're⊠cute," you whispered to Jinwoo, your eyes sparkling with genuine joy as you watched Igris kneel before you, his knightly demeanor melting your heart.
Jinwoo raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Cute?"
"Yes!" you said, a little more enthusiastic now. "Look at them! They're all so different, but they're all so loyal and serious. How could anyone not find that adorable?"
Jinwoo chuckled, wrapping his arms around your waist as he watched you interact with his soldiers. Seeing your so at ease, your shy demeanor replaced with genuine warmth, filled him with quiet joy.
As the shadows slowly returned to their training, you found yourself standing with Bellion and Beru. Bellion had called you âQueenâ in every sentence, while Beru hovered nearby protectively, purring happily whenever you praised him.
âDidnât I say they would love you?â Jinwoo said, leaning in to kiss her temple.
You smiled at him, eyes soft. âYouâre right. Theyâre amazing.â
âThey think the same of me,â he replied, his voice filled with affection.
As you stood there, surrounded by shadows that were no longer scary but an extension of Jinwoo himself, you couldnât help but feel your heart swell with happiness.
This was your family nowâeven the shadows.
Hope you like it đ
#dream.â§Ë*°àż#leona.star#solo leveling#sung jinwoo#solo leveling x reader#sung jinwoo x y/n#sungjinwoo#sung jinwoo x reader#sung jin woo#sung jinwoo x you
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Hello hello, sorry to barge in suddenly
I love ur content XD especially the family themed with Lilia. #1 Bat dad got me weak in the knees.
I do love to think that Lilia would be OBSESSED with his pregnant wife and unborn child, literally glued to his wife since he found out that she got pregnant and even when the child is born? Man won't let you alone.
What do you think? I love me some family fluff content with this bat dad
Hello Anonie đđđ
Thank you so much đâșïž Iâm happy that you like my posts. You donât have to apologize Anonie, I enjoy getting asks.
Lilia with his family is an absolute fave of mine to write about. Him with babies?? *shakes you* my favorite kind of tea.
I was reading a manhwa and remembered this ask because there was this moment that a husband went through for his wife that had me going âYes! Lilia would have that!!â đđ
âšsympathy pregnancyâš itâs when the expecting partner (and in some rare cases, very close friends) experience the symptoms and behaviors of expectant mothers.
You know Iâm just going to take this idea and run with it đ€Łđ«¶
The day you and Lilia find out youâre pregnant is one of joy. Itâs not a shock to anyone really. The way heâs practically by your side when heâs not with his boys, Lilia doesnât hide the fact that he adores you.
He really doesnât. In fact, Maleficia, herself, was waiting for the day sheâd receive a letter about your pregnancy from Malleus. Everyone knew.
It was a good idea that Lilia spent some nights in your dorm.
When you start showing signs of fatigue and nausea, you visit a healer with Lilia by your side. Where you born receive the news. Both of you are over the moon, but Lilia looks ready to actually jump as high as the moon.
Your pregnancy comes with a few hiccups. Nausea in the morning. Fatigue. Appetite changes. Aches. It wasnât easy for you once your pregnancy symptoms kicked in.
Throughout all this, Lilia was by your side. Helping you the best he could. If he wasnât by your side, one of the boys was.
After a hard day of symptoms, of which Mrs. Zigvolt stated was normal for someone having a half fae and half human baby, Lilia couldnât help but feel guilty. Youâre human after all, it would be harder for you to deal with this baby. He wished he could help you.
The next few days, surprisingly, you felt better? You could eat more. Your body aches lowered and your fatigue practically disappeared.
But you noticed LiliaâŠseemed a little off. He tried to hide it but you knew his tics by now. When he suddenly got nauseous one day, you asked Malleus to call the healer.
The healer merely announced Lilia suffering from sympathy pregnancy. Rare amongst human and fae kind, but not unheard of. Eventually, it would pass.
You felt bad for Lilia but his boys on the other had:
âThe dedication Lord Lilia serves is an example for us all!â
âFather will need medication to handle his symptoms.â
âHow supportive you are, Lilia. Maybe I should ask the royal scriptors to write about your romantic tales.â
You knew If he wasnât so nauseated, Lilia would be berating them.
Even after the revelation, Lilia was determined to stay by your side. Content that you were feeling well and full of energy.
He became the talk of town, but nothing he didnât handle with pride and quips.
As time went on, the symptoms mellowed out. Soon, a new member of the family joined. Healthy and already loved more than the number of stars in the sky.
This kind of got away from me lol đ itâs been awhile since Iâve been this chaotic with an ask, especially for Lilia, so I hope you enjoyed. đ«¶đ
You could probably see where I ran out of steam lol
The manhwa that inspired this is âI Failed to Divorce my Husband.â
#lilia vanrouge#answered#anonie ask#twisted wonderland#lilia vanrouge x reader#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#twst x you#twst lilia#twst lilia vanrouge x reader#diasomnia
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Two for One
(Beetlejuice x reader) np used
Warnings: smut
Notes: per usual, my editing skills lack. this is just smutty smut bc I wanted to. I don't know where it came from but it got some thumbs up so here we are đ thank you for reading đ€
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Everything happened so fast. You weren't sure how you even ended up in this literal position, but damn if it wouldnât be a favorite after this. Usually he shoved you onto the bed, which was fine with you. This however was different. You could tell he had something up one of his black and white striped sleeves.
Your bedroomâs brick wall was cool to the touch. It felt like a relief against your palms, as they were starting to burn like the rest of your skin. Beej had you pinned facing it. One hand on top of yours up by your face, fingers intertwined. His other hand on your hip, pulling you back against him and steading you so you wouldn't feel like you would fall. He of course would never let that happen.
You felt his weight shift behind you slightly as he moved one of his boots to kick your legs out a bit more wide. âAtta girlâ he moaned, dropping his forehead against the back of your head.The wider stance helped him deepen his reach. He immediately took full advantage, feeling you clench down on him from hearing the praise. Moving to the side of your head, he started biting and sucking your earlobe. Your head tipped forward and was lightly grazing the wall with each movement. Tiny gasps could be heard escaping from you with each thrusting motion.
He let your ear drop from his teeth and roughly whispered âI'm gonna to need you to close your eyes nowâ You were so lost in the rhythm of the movements that you almost didn't have the capacity to answer him. âMy eyes are already closed, Beejâ He grazed his lips back and forth across your cheek a few times. âI mean, keep them shut. I'm going to have to concentrate real hard on somethinâ and I don't need you to screw it up by freaking out.â he quickly and lovingly kissed your cheek, realizing his words came out harsh.
His movements hadn't slowed down but you knew he was patiently waiting for you to respond. âBabes?â He started kissing your neck to get your concentration to shift back to him again. He knew your head was swimming. âOk ok. I wonât open my eyes. But you have to touch me soon. I need you.â That last part almost had him spent right then and there. He loved when you got desperate for him. But he pulled himself together and started to concentrate. He'd been thinking about trying this for awhile. He could pull alot of tricks, but this was double the effort.
The air started to crackle more than it did with just Beetlejuice in the room. It was almost thick. You swear you heard somethingâŠnoâŠfelt something⊠like someone was between your legs.You instinctively started to look down. âWhat the..?â Beej quickly let go of your hand and brought his to your throat, forcing you to look up at the ceiling. Youâd be a liar if you said you werenât now wide eyed and your heart wasnât pounding as you stared upwards.
The first lick bubbled up a scream, but Beej felt it in your throat and your mouth was instantly sewn shut. âShhh, honey. Daddy needs to concentrate.â He put his head down between your neck and shoulder, biting the area his lips landed on, causing you to moan what felt like hard enough that it vibrated through your skull, trapped behind your sewn mouth.
Whoever was under you was using their cold fingers to part your lips and get more pressure on your clit with their tongue. They circled and they went back and forth. It was madness how good it felt from being in this position. One of their hands went to your thigh to steady themselves. Was that a ring?? Your eyes started fluttering open and shut as you couldn't decide which sensation to grind into. The sucking and licking below felt delicious and caused the fire in the depths of you to rage. Beej too was starting to make tired whines against your neck. Fuck. You could feel him starting to get more sloppy as he thrusted in and out of you. You were getting close and so was he.
The anonymous being between your legs changed their attention. Making a disappointed whine, you scrunched your eyebrows together. The wait to be touched again was shorter than you expected.
The licks were at first back on you, rimming back and forth where Beetlejuice was pumping into you. The sensation felt better than you could have imagined and you sank into it. You noticed Beej swallowing hard next to your throat. You now felt that the tongue below had left you and was only touching your entrance when it licked up. Holy shit. Was it licking Beej? You felt his mouth start to fall open as his panting increased, slowly turning into a groan.
Beej started getting desperate. He latched onto your neck like he was burrowing a hole into it. He was swirling his tongue and sucking all while whoever below was lapping your juices off of his dick. You could hear them making ungodly sounds and feel them back away enough to lick their lips. The thought of someone else licking on Beej oddly turned you on. You were sure now you were going to burst into flame and you decided to let it consume you.
The violent way you suddenly came caused your legs to give. With the few brain cells Beetlejuice had left, he quickly put his hands behind your thighs so you were almost sitting in his hands. He let your stitches disappear so he could fully hear your scream as he crashed full force inside of you.
The indivisible stranger must have disappeared, though you couldnât say when, because you no longer felt their tongue or their hand on your leg. Beej flopped the two of you backwards onto your bed. It took several minutes of panting before you spoke.
âWho or what did you conjure to do that?â His laugh was the same one that would crash around you like thunder when he was being an asshole or thought he was clever.
He rolled over to face you, a cigarette between his lips that had appeared out of nowhere, flopped as he spoke. âThat was me, babes. That's why I had to concentrate.â Your eyes widened once again and your mouth dropped open as he removed the cigarette with long fingers and blew out the smoke. âI had to split myself in a way. And may I just say, you taste like a fucking queen.â
The smile was one of the most devilish you'd ever seen across his stupid face. You rolled your head back and looked at the ceiling again. It took a few seconds of getting up the courage, but finally you quietly asked, âCan we do that again sometime? But maybe you let me watch?â
This time it was his mouth that fell open. âAny time, honey.â
#beetlejuice#beetlejuice x reader#beetlejuice x you#beetlejuice smut#beetlejuice beetlejuice#keatlejuice#michael keaton#my fic
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This is a bit that ive been thinking about for awhile now and i think it's can be a kind of funny cute lil 1 page comic thing so here you go during the bt drought đ
Tag warning: implies kink joke.
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Salad is a Four Letter Word
Soooooo Venom seems to be popular again, especially with my new pal @ticklishdeadpool so this one is for you, buddy! đ»
While I don't think I'm going to see the new movie I did decide to dig into my graveyard of abandoned fics. Found this WIP that I had started after the first movie came out and have now filled in all the gaps for your viewing pleasure. It was a little tricky as I haven't seen the movie in awhile, but hope I did okay. For that reason, I probably won't be writing anymore Venom fics for the current time, but at least this one will be out there now.
It's a totally nonsense-type of fic. lol Didn't really have anywhere that I was going with it so it had been abandoned, but still just fun, silly interactions between Eddie and Venom. With tickles of course! Me, write a fic without tickling? đ€Ł Good one.
If you have a flesh-loving alien inside of you, you don't threaten to force him to eat salad. đ
Venom (Movieverse)
Word Count:Â 2,546
"What are we doing here? We don't like this place."
Eddie let out an exasperated groan as he stood in the lobby of the hospital, waiting for the elevator to come back down.
"I already told you, Anne just wants to be safe and have Dan check me out. You know, just in case my body is having any adverse effects to you practically living inside me."
"We can assure you it is not,"Â Venom gave an offended growl from inside of him just as the elevator doors opened.
"Yeah, well as much as I'd like to believe you we'll let the body scan decide that," Eddie nodded as he stepped into the elevator and pushed the button to the correct floor.
"Eddie doesn't trust us,"Â the symbiote accused, prompting Eddie to roll his eyes as they moved up the floors of the building. For a powerful super alien from outer space he could sure be sensitive sometimes.
"Shut up, it's not that it's just that I need proof. I'm a reporter, and I like to have the facts."
"The fact is you're being a traitorous piece of shit."
The elevator finally stopped as they reached the selected floor and Eddie walked out into the hallway. He sighed heavily once he stopped in front of the door to Dan's office; his eyes looking up towards the ceiling as if trying to find his calm.
"Tell you what, if you behave here then we'll go get some McDonald's after this. Fair?"
"....Ok, deal. But lets make it a quick visit! I'm hungry!"
"You're always hungry," Eddie shook his head as he opened the door where the doctor and Anne were waiting.
"Hi Eddie, really nice to see you again," Dan welcomed him as he stood up from his desk and walked around to shake Eddie's hand.
"You too. Uh sorry we're late. My alarm didn't go off, and when I was trying to get out the door Venom was being his usual primadonna self and-Gaah!" Eddie grunted when a single symbiote tendril reached out and poked him in the ribs, just under the armpit.
"Keep talking, Eddie,"Â Venom hissed threateningly; his head popping out from his host's back and wrapping himself over the wide shoulders.
"Well now I see who wears the pants in this relationship," Dan laughed, but it died out when Eddie gave him an annoyed glare, not finding his joke amusing in the slightest.
"It's a good thing you're a doctor and not a comedian."
"And it's a good thing you're a reporter and not a giant loser....oh wait,"Â Venom snickered to himself while Eddie glared back at him.
"That's it. Deal's off."
"NOOOOO!!!"Â Venom wailed in sorrow as Eddie gave a smug grin and reconfirmed his earlier comment.
"See? Primadonna."
"Come on, guys, take it easy. This will all be quick and painless," Anne tried to break it up, though always finding their antics to be amusing.
"Yeah, it shouldn't be bad at all. Very standard procedure. So if you're ready we can get this all underway."
Eddie was then handed a hospital gown to change into as Dan led the way down to the lab.
.......................................
"Alright, buddy, we're gonna do an MRI now, and I know you don't like that so take a hike for a minute," Eddie instructed the alien as he gestured a thumb away from himself.
"Do I have to?"
"Just do it, would ya?"
"Ohhh ok,"Â Venom grumbled as he seeped out of Eddie onto the floor, mostly forming into a blob, but with a serpent-like head extending out. Eddie blinked for a moment and then smirked down at the symbiote.
"You know, I never noticed how cute you actually look like that."
"We are not cute!"Â Venom glared up at him as Anne looked the symbiote over and nodded.
"You kinda are," she agreed with a grin, causing Venom to hiss and slither off out of the room.
"Well lets get this over with before Venom has a heart attack from not eating for thirty minutes," Eddie joked, purposely saying it loud enough for the alien to hear.
"It's been an hour, you prick!"
"Ooooh sorry, one whole hour! Someone better call CPS on me," Eddie rolled his eyes and climbed up onto the table. He then laid down with his arms at his sides as Anne looked back at Dan to give him the go ahead.
"Alright, we're all set. Here goes nothing," Dan said over the speaker as he controlled the conveyor to slide into the tube until only Eddie's legs and feet were sticking out, "Now try not to move and this won't take long."
"Got it," Eddie nodded, but with the position he was in Anne couldn't resist teasing him a little.
"Comfy in there?" Anne grinned playfully, running a finger up the bottom of Eddie's bare foot as the man yelped and jerked his leg.
"He-Hey! Well not when you do THAT!"
"Sorry, it's just too easy," she briefly tickled his other foot receiving another squawk of objection as Eddie pulled up his knees to put his feet flat on the table.
"Heehee, stop it!"
"Get him again, Anne,"Â Venom goaded into the microphone from where he sat next to Dan inside the control room as Eddie yelled back at him.
"Shut your mouth, parasite!"
Dan was trying to remain professional, but had to use his hand to cover his mouth so he could hide his amused smile.
"Lay still, please. Anne, leave the patient alone."
Anne smirked, giving him a wink as she walked away to join Dan and Venom. Once he saw that she was at a safe distance Eddie put his legs back down.
A few moments later the machine came to life and began the in-depth scan, while the three observed on the monitors in the control room. After a minute of looking at the pictures on the screens Dan cleared his throat.
"Hmm. Well that's interesting...," the doctor trailed off in his thought, making Eddie assume something was wrong.
"What? What do you see?! He hasn't been snacking on my organs, has he?! Venom!"
"Actually everything looks perfectly normal. Organs are all intact, no restrictions in your blood flow, heart looks healthy, brain functions are top notch. All in all I'd say you check out just fine. It's incredible," Dan put his hands up in astonishment as he sat back in his chair.
"So you're saying that having Venom inside of him hasn't done any damage whatsoever?"
Anne was just as surprised to learn this new information as Dan shook his head in response.
"Not that I can see, no."
"Told you, pussy,"Â Venom sneered haughtily, slithering out of the control room back into view while the conveyor drew Eddie out of the machine.
"Well that's a relief," Eddie sat up and immediately began putting his clothes back on, "Guess I can sleep better tonight knowing that this parasite inside me isn't leeching off of my body so much."
"That can easily change if Eddie keeps calling us names...,"Â the symbiote growled as Eddie just shook his head with an amused smirk. Dan then walked out into the room, scribbling some notes onto a clipboard.
"Alright, well since we're all done with that it's safe for Venom to get back into your body now."
"Yes!"Â Venom whooped as he quickly hurled himself at Eddie, knocking him back onto the table.
"Hey! Watch it!" Eddie grunted as he then found himself forced off of the table to his feet.
"Come on, lets go Eddie! Now!"Â Venom shouted as he took control and yanked Eddie's body across the room towards the door much to the surprise of the other two.
"Uhh, goodbye?" Anne gave an awkwardly half-wave.
"I promised him McDonaaaaaaald's!" Eddie's voice faded as Venom violently drug him out of the room.
A SHORT WHILE LATER....
"Happy now?" Eddie asked with a sickened frown as he recanted watching Venom devour over ten quarter pounder cheeseburgers. The alien belched in response from inside of him as they walked down the sidewalk.
"Yes. That will probably hold us over for another hour or so."
"You know, you're a pretty expensive date," Eddie groaned as he looked into his wallet, only having a few dollars remaining now.
"Would you rather we ate a human instead?"
"Uhhh no, heh. No, I'd appreciate if you didn't do that," he laughed nervously as he glanced around at all the people on the busy street that Venom could easily snatch up if he so desired.
"Well then you shouldn't complain. Besides, you love us."
"In a really screwed up kinda way, yeah I guess so," Eddie smirked, "Now shut up, will ya? People are gonna think I'm crazy if they see me walking around and talking to myself."
"People already think we are crazy,"Â Venom pointed out, making Eddie shake his head.
"Not complete strangers. Now not another word until we get back home. Got it?"
"But Eddie we can't stay quiet that long..."
Eddie just kept his mouth closed, pretending he didn't hear anything.
"Eddie...."
Still Eddie continued to ignore him
"EddieEddieEddieEddieEddie!"
Eddie just continued facing forward as he focused on getting back to his apartment down the street.
"Ignore me will you...,"Â Venom then grinned slyly as he crept out underneath Eddie's jacket to stay unseen and then gently squeezed the man's shirt covered ribs, making his body jerk in an unusual fashion.
"Gggnnh! You little...!" Eddie yelled just as he was passing a mother with her child, who looked at him accusingly as she pulled her daughter closer and hurried on.
"I'm...I'm sorry, I didn't mean....Not her, I just....," he tried to explain himself as he stammered after them to no avail, hearing the mother mention something to the little girl about, 'That is why you don't do drugs'.
Venom chuckled at how perfect the timing of that had been as Eddie growled.
"Alright, very funny. Now stay still and stay quiet," he muttered, trying not to move his lips too much as his outburst had attracted some unwanted eyes.
He'd made it another half a block before his sides were being attacked again as he stumbled and clamped his arms down.
"Eeheehee!" He gave a high-pitched giggle, prompting some of the street vendors to give him odd looks as he blushed and tried to walk a little faster.
"Will you stop? You're making me look insane."
"Can we talk again?"
"No!" Eddie hissed, "Just keep your fucking mouth shut, and wait until we-Ehahahah!"
The tentacled goo dug into his armpits for a few moments as Eddie squirmed in place and laughed wildly.
"No, not there!" He yelped just as the tickling stopped, looking up to find people had paused on the street to stare at him with curious eyes.
"I uh...heh.....I'm just uhhh....," when he couldn't think of any kind of believable explanation he quickly just turned and walked away again.
"I hate you so much right now," he whispered loudly through gritted teeth, hearing Venom laugh from within and knowing he was getting a big kick out of making Eddie look like a fool.
"Think that's funny? Well guess who's eating nothing but salads for the next week or two."
Venom's snickers immediately were cut off as he was now silent for a moment.
".....You're bluffing,"Â his voice was full of uncertainty and worry and that made Eddie smirk, knowing he had the upper hand now.
"Tickle me again and find out, fucker," Eddie threatened vaguely, and just let Venom stew in his thoughts for now about whether he was being serious or not.
It seemed to work as he had now made it a few blocks without incident, even stopping to have a nice chat with Mrs. Chen when he came across her sweeping up her store front.
"Evening, Mrs. Chen."
"Hello Eddie. Not going to buy a chocolate bar today like usual?"
"No, no chocolate. I was thinking about going on a diet actually," Eddie smirked slightly as he rubbed at his stomach.
"Ohhh, he's not going to like that," she smiled, referring to Venom and knowing that he was the one who had the sweet tooth.
"Well it's for his own good. Besides he's been misbehaving a lot lately so I had to put my foot down. Say you don't happen to sell any saHAAlads, do yoohou?" His body spasmed out of nowhere as the shop keeper gave him a concerned look.
"What's wrong, Eddie? Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm f-INE! I'm juhust....Venom keeps....teehehehehee...I...I gotta go-ho, Mrs. Chen," Eddie stuttered through his giggles as he gave her a wave and continued on his way down the street.
"Don't worry, dear, he'll be back for that chocolate," Mrs. Chen called to Venom with a smile as the alien peeked out from under the back of Eddie's jacket and gave her a wink.
"V! What did I tell you?!" Eddie spat once they were out of earshot, "You really want to eat nothing but salads for a week?!"
All was quiet for a few moments before Venom finally gave a reply that made Eddie's skin crawl.
"Worth it."
A split second later and the tendrils were everywhere on his upper body; this time staying underneath his t-shirt to get directly at the bare skin. They were wriggling all over from his hips and belly all the way up his sides into his armpits, and there was nothing Eddie could do to try to hide his reactions.
The man was in a laughing fit now as he nearly fell over but managed to find his footing and continued to hurry down the sidewalk despite all the people staring at the hysterically laughing man as he went by. The tickling was unrelenting this time as he desperately looked for some kind of escape.
He finally was able to duck down an alleyway, stumbling and tripping over a garbage can as he went further down. After giving a brief look to make sure no one was around he collapsed with his back against a wall and shouted through his laughter.
"Okaaahaay! Okaahaahaaay! Hahahaha! You caahaan tahahalk agahahain! Now pleeeheease st....stop tihihickling meeheee!" His arms uselessly pressed to his sides as he kicked out and squirmed.
"And the salads.....?"Â Venom pressed with goo squirming up to tickle the reporter's sensitive neck as well, making him squeal out giggles.
"A johohoke! Juhuhust a johohohoke! Ahaahahaheeheehee! Plehehease buhuhuddy! I'm sohohorry!" Eddie shouted for mercy and was grateful when it was granted to him as he tried to calm down and get his breath back. Venom then popped out of his jacket to give him a shit-eating smile.
"Nice of you to come around, Eddie."
"....You're an asshole," Eddie glared playfully at him, giving him a small shove.
"Takes one to know one."
"Yeah? I thought I was a pussy?"
"Yes, but you're our pussy,"Â the symbiote replied as Eddie's face gradually twisted in revulsion.
"Uhhh, thanks? I mean, that hardly sounds like a compliment, but thanks?"
"The best pussy we've ever had,"Â Venom grinned proudly, in his mind thinking that had sounded better as Eddie only sighed and put his face in his palms.
"Please stop."
"Definitely the biggest."
"You can still eat me, right?"
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Cornered (Homelander Oneshot)
Character/s: Homelander
Word Count: 1,645
Requested: Hi! Can I request Homelander x reader with the prompts âEngagementâ and âI missed youâ? I havenât requested anything from anyone in awhile so I hope Iâm doing this right đ - anon
A/N: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long my love! Writing fics has been especially hard lately. I have so many great requests, so many good ideas, but I hate everything I write and I just don't want to post something I'm unhappy with. I'm still not 100% over this, but rewriting it over and over just ends up making it worse unfortunately đ
Writers block is so frustrating and makes me feel awful. Thank you for being so patient and I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated đđđ
I missed you. His room is completely destroyed. Mirrors shattered, statues broken, furniture in flames. And he stands in the middle, perfectly untouched, unphased, arms stretched outward. He expects a hug. He expects a lot of things. You step over the debris, inhaling the scent of smoke, of burning, mazing through the mess towards him. Itâs too quiet. Aside from the crackling of the fire, it eats through the fabric, the stuffing of the couch, you could hear a pin drop. This place had always been eerie, but it was downright frightening. His smile is wide, unfaltering. He wraps himself around you, his hand raising to cradle the back of your head, pressing you into him. He never learned to be gentle. He never learned to hug someone like he likes them. He does it out of ownership, control. He does it so that you cannot fight back. You squeeze your eyes shut, imagining a different life, a different love, anything but this. Your arms stay still at your side. I missed you so much, he says again as a sign in relief. He doesnât wait for you to respond. Heâs learned, over the years, that conversations like this lack a back and forth. They are one sided. He talks to himself. Sometimes heâs okay with it. Sometimes heâs not. At this moment, he is the latter. I missed you so much. Is he talking to himself? Responding to himself? Is he trying to comfort himself? Did you miss me? This is a test. Unable to speak, to find your voice, you nod. You make sure he can feel you do this. Good, he smiles, that's good. You did good. You passed. This time.Â
Itâs hard to remember a time before this. There was a childhood. An adolescence. Young adulthood. There had to be. People didnât just wake up one day, existing instantaneously. You had to have had a family, friends, some sort of education. There are glimpses of that, of a person who lived, who looked like you, who is long gone. A best friend you shared crayons with. Maybe they were colored pencils. All you see is the colors, the dimpled hands of small children grabbing greedily at the cyan blue or cherry red. You donât know what you were drawing, or who this other person was, only that, for a few seconds at least, you had a friend. Someone who cared about you, perhaps even loved you. There is a car ride. Youâre big enough to sit in the passenger seat. Itâs bright outside, green, probably Spring. The window is cracked open, the breeze kissing your face, the sunlight beaming down through the branches of the tree lined street. A feminine voice is talking to you. Her words are muffled, her tone malleable. Sometimes she sounds happy, on the verge of laughter. Other times sheâs annoyed, frustrated. The scenery never changes. It is always nice out. It was always warm. You like to think of her as your mother. A maternal figure concerned for your safety, pleasantly surprised about a good grade, tired of your attitude. Youâd take it all, needy for validation. A father, youâre sure, slamming a door. Thereâs a suitcase on the floor, between you. Youâre not sure who takes ownership over it. There is yelling, a language you donât recognize. He vibrates, his anger cartoonish. What did you do to deserve this? Are you leaving or is he? Youâre older than you were in the car ride. Youâre not sure how you know, only that you do. There is no beginning or end, just snippets of the middle. How does this play out, you wonder. You could come up with a story. Heâs leaving and youâre trying to stop him. Youâre leaving and heâs trying to stop you. Youâre not sure which is better.Â
There are glimpses of the past. Yours, you assume, though the line between reality and fantasy has long been gone, worn away with time and desperation. A taste of normalcy. You imagine you lived in a small town in the middle of the country, somewhere bleak and boring, somewhere you could have been extraordinary. You imagine a child version of yourself dreaming of this future down to the last detail. You wake up each morning in his bed, in his place, at the top of the tower. For a few cloudy seconds you view this world from the perspective of a stranger: there is an engagement ring on your finger, the space beside you in the bed is empty, the room you occupy is grand and expensive looking. The person who lives here, who found love, who has everything they could ever want, should be happy, right? And then, like a slap across the cheek, stinging, it hits you: you are that person. So why arenât you happy? Isnât this what you wanted? Isnât this what you asked for? Dreamed of?Â
The haze ends your first weeks after joining The Seven. Reporters, cameras flashing, overwhelmed by voices and snapshots and microphones. You smile, doing your best to hear a question between the mumbling of the crowds. A hand pulls you through the chaos, leading you to salvation. Safely inside, he laughs, congratulating you. Thereâs a light in his eyes that is warm, safe. You canât believe heâs giving you attention, let alone complimenting you. You thank him. Heâs there again, behind you, a hand on your shoulder. It was reassuring at the time, a way to show solidarity between veteran and rookie heroes. Your voice shakes, fear and anxiety radiating through you. Youâd never had your own press conference before. It was after a big save, though. Everyone stood back, letting you in the limelight. You debuted a new suit, a new identity, letting your name fade away. Even now it sounds alien to you. The person you were and the person you are are disconnected, isolated. Itâs been years since youâve heard someone say it. Hearing it in passing is no longer startling, it no longer grabs your attention. Itâs lost all meaning.Â
This was years ago. You were still fresh faced. His touch was new, exciting. His affections were innocent, friendly. This world was bright and shiny. Itâs lost its excitement. Itâs lost its appeal. The warmth in his eyes turned hot, burning, furious. The last time you fought they glowed red, a warning that he was not fucking around. How long ago was that? Weeks, maybe months. Youâve been good. You do as youâre told. You smile when you need to. You kiss him. You pose. You show off your ring. The story was breaking news, running through the cycle the past few days: Homelander popped the question and you said yes! You donât recognize yourself in the interviews. You donât recognize him either. Youâre happy, laughing easily, talking about wedding plans. The interviewer, a woman with lipstick on her teeth, asks about the future. Oh, you say. The mask slips. You hadnât thought about the future. Years now you spent getting through the moment, the minute. You didnât have it in you to think ahead. You couldnât. You knew what it looked like, what heâd want from you, what youâd have to give up. Not just a name or a past. That was easy. Thatâs what you thought you wanted. This was a lifetime. A lifetime of fear, threats, and silence. Oh, you say, and it all comes at once, the realizations wrapping their hands around your throat. He squeezes your hand, talking for the both of you, filling the silence like a pro. She turns her attention towards him, recovering quickly. No one even noticed. Itâs better today. You dress. You sit through meetings. You disappear into the background, watching everyone instead of being part of it. You donât think too much. Youâre not overwhelmed by the idea of raising his children, of spending your time secluded with him, in his shadow. Youâre not disgusted by the ring on your finger or the way he kisses you. The bruises strategically placed where fabric covers do not ache as bad as they did yesterday. Itâs better today. Itâs manageable. Ashley goes over the next few weeks: wedding planning, florists, musicians, guests, wardrobe, cake tasting. There was so much, and yet so much was missing. A mother to cry. A father to walk you down the aisle. Friends. She wanted every part of this decision making televised. It would be the wedding of the century. She goes down the list and you only have it in you to nod. Where was Homelander? Why wasnât he being bombarded by color palettes and types of icing and venues? It wasnât really up to you, anyways. You could pretend. You could make decisions: a lighter palette by the ocean with raspberry cake and vanilla frosting. You could plan it all, but he would always have final say. Sheâs still talking, going on and on about how youâll wear your hair and the amount of cameras, who is and isnât allowed to drink, but youâre not really listening. Youâre sinking back into the chair. Youâre taking it one breath at a time. In, out. Maybe there was a before. Before him, before all this, but itâs long gone. From the moment he saw you he knew you would be his. You would do as you were told. You would follow orders. And in return, you would lose yourself. Yeah that sounds good, you say, though youâre not really listening. Youâre far away from yourself, the room, the world. It was better today. The weight of whatâs happened. The more she speaks, the greater the feeling becomes: dread blossoming in the middle of your chest. You were trapped. You could scream and cry all you wanted, this place was a cage and Homelander held the key.Â
#requested#homelander#homelander x reader#homelander oneshot#homelander drabble#the boys#the boys drabble#the boys oneshot#the boys x reader
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I been obsessed with your isekai reader for awhile now So I make a little art for u
Its might not be that good but I tried my best
also this is my first time ever being in someone's ask and English isn't my first language So my ask might be a bit weird đ
AHHHHHH SHE'S SO CUTE and looks depressed nglđ
I LOVE ITTTTTTT
Thank you for enjoying my work and thank you for your art! :3
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Hey, lovely! đ„°
So I'll put the request here too to make it easier for you to answer: can I request a fic from you where Dean falls asleep on Y/N's shoulder when they're hanging out with her family like that dream I told you about đ„č something sweet and fluffy, and maybe she'll later tease Dean, but just a little đđ€
Love you and thank you! đ€âïž
â€ïž. Awww @k-slla đ... I really hope this is what you had in mind, Oh goodness đ€ its such a cute request đ„° and I love you too đ... Also I'm going to tag @artyandink for my first post on the #Jensenathon and then @anyfandomgoesbingo for my fist square ('Game Night, will be in bold') đ€đ„° hopefully y'all like this . đ„°đ€đ
Warnings: I'm going to say 18+ only ya know just for precaution đ
but honestly there's none, just fluffy and sweetness.
Words: 1015
A little fun !! đ€â€ïžâ€ïž
He's hand runs over his freckled face, it's been a rough couple of days, he's been struggling more to sleep, than in a while, everything weighing so heavily on his shoulders, so when I came running towards him, big smile plastered on my face, almost excitedly jumping up and down, like a two year old, "Dean! Babe?" His green eyes stare into mine, and I feel butterflies swirling around again, "Sweetheart? Don't you seem all excited!"Â
Laughing "I am, it's been awhile since we had a fun time" giving him a Bambi-like glaze "so, my parents invited us to Game night, please can we go?"Â
He couldn't keep the smile from tugging at the corners of his perfect plum lips, "That sounds like fun sweetheart"
 "Really?" I yelped.
He pulls me into one of those breath stopping hugs, tugging his head into the crook of my neck , the hot air of his breath tickling against my skin , while he whispers "your the only bit of light in this world you know that?" I just hugged him back, unsure how to reply, the emotion welling up in my eyes, so instead of saying a single word, I held him tight, wrapping my arms around his shoulders, just lightly running my fingers, in his hair. I'm not sure how long we held each other in that heartfelt embrace but without saying a single word, it spoke of love, trust, peace, maybe the only sense of peace we had in our lives.
Blasting the radio loudly, playing Dean's favourite Led Zeppelin songs, on the drive over to my parents house, we got out, in a quite cheerful mood, well I could still see the heaviness in those emerald green orbs of his, but I made a quick promise to myself that, I'll do anything in my power, to make sure he has a little fun and relaxes a bit. So without further due, I grabbed his hand, which in return he held the beer and some of the snacks. We rang the doorbell and got welcomed as if we were long lost. We walked in and the living room, spoke of fun with the board games all stacked up, there was wine, and beer, finger foods, it spelled laughter and fun.
 As the night got started and we were teamed up together we laughed and shared stories throughout the games. When Dean ate all the pie and some other snacks, me and my mom went into the kitchen, to get some more snacks. When she smiled looked at me and said, "Sweetie,you look so happy are you?"Â
My eyes glistened, "Mom! I'm not happy, I'm overjoyed, I simply adore Dean, I love him more than anything in this world" soft tears rolled down my mom's cheeks, "Sweetie I'm so happy for you, he looks like a good man" I nod, "He is mom, he has his problems but when it comes to me, he treats me like a queen". And with that we walked back to where Dean and the rest of my family were sitting. He gave me that smirk, of his, the one that made my knees weak, and I smile back, he pats the seat next to him, and I gladly obliged, he placed a sweet kiss on my cheek, I placed my hand on his thigh, giving him a slight squeeze, after my father cleared his throat he said we should maybe play a card game, and so we started.
The rest of the night was filled with laughter, an accusation of cheating every now and again, but it was all playful, and light hearted fun, and as the night went on, everyone taking turns, when it came to Dean's turn, I felt his head resting on my shoulder, and when I looked down, I saw his eyes were closed, the man fell asleep in the middle of room filled with people. I didn't have the heart to wake him up, or even stir a little, so I took the beer out of his hand, and the left over cards and sat it down with mine, mouthing to my parents that we are done playing for the night so I just watched them play further on, until one for one got up and either went home or to bed, leaving me and Dean in the living room, his head still on my shoulder. It didn't take long for my eyelids to fall close, my head gently rested against him.
The night turned into early morning sunrays lighting up the room, my eyes fluttering open only to be met by his forest green orbs, his voice gruffly "Sweetheart when.. what... How?" Smiling, I look at him, my own voice a little croaky from the sleep, "No! Apparently we're so boring and not good company at all, you fell asleep while we were playing cards"Â
Dean looked shocked and ashamed "Sweetheart it's not that, it's, I'm so sorry okay, I don't..." I pressed a finger on his lips , "Shhh, babe I'm joking, I know you were tired" A smile tugs at his plum lips, "really you had to make me feel bad didn't you?" Shrugging my shoulders, chuckling a bit "I couldn't help myself, sorry my love" he looks at me as if he's looking into soul, "I love you, you know that right?" Nodding about to answer but before I could, he's lips crashed against mine in a searing kiss, his fingers tangled in my hair, I couldn't hold the small moan escaping my lips, the grin on Dean's lips was unmistakable, he shifted slightly, gently guiding me to lay on the couch, I giggled, whispering "My parents'' pressing his finger against my lips, "shhh sweetheart, we don't want to wake them up do we?" with that he captures my lips in a passionate kiss, after a little while, he pulls back, hoarsely whispers "I like game night!"Â planting yet another kiss, in that moment I knew, I Will always love this green eyed man, even if he falls asleep mid family events.
@jackles010378 @winchesterwild78 @angelbabyyy99 @cevansbaby-dove @bookishtheaterlover7 @cutedisneygrl
#any fandom#dean winchester fanfiction#jensenathon#nescveckwriter#dean winchester x reader#jensen ackles x reader#spotify
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Possible new Submas Au
A Submas x Httyd Crossover Au
This idea came to me when i admittedly put too much rum in my drink đ and been awhile since i drank sooo.
Anyways i started coming up with ideas and so far this is the start, the idea is all non Dragon type Pokemon are now Dragons, They of course be whole new species of dragons, some might have similarities to a few known dragons or not.
Currently known Dragon Pokemon will mostly stay unchanged just with a few added details to help them fit in.
I drew Chandilure first as a Dragon as to test myself in turning a haunted object into such, i did my best to keep her round features, while this is a side view when looking at her from the front will show she is quite round chested. Along with her head shape.
Of course i canât draw Chandilure without Ingo! and made a firsts concept design for him, mainly testing how his face and a viking like cloak/coat to use on him.
Itâs all work in progress that probs become my main focus for awhile and make a new blog on, though it be slow going as iâm working on Emmet and his Eelektross dragon.
#art#pokemon#submas#crossover#ingo#Httyd#How you train your dragon#Pokemkn black and white#Chandilure Dragon#Chandilure#PokeDragons#Viking Ingo#Sub Chief Ingo#Concepts#Work in Progress#Au
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KAISHIN FIC IDEA: THE PHANTOM
Heya! It's been awhile since I've posted anything in regards to KaiShin. Not for the lack of interest, mind you. Just have ideas for other OTPs of mine
This is purely self-indulgent, so please keep that in mind:
The basic premise is based on the whole M27 where its revealed that KaiShin are cousins and Touichi is alive, basically faking his death
Now while Shinichi is still dating Ran considering its set after the Kyoto arc, he's also been struggling with his attraction and grudging affections towards Kaito. Since its legal and while awkward (considering his reaction towards a pair of married cousins from an early case on board a ship), its sorta a normal thing for cousins to marry in Japan. Nevertheless, the reveal makes things more complicated for Shinichi and to save himself the headache and drama, he buries those affections
Because with Ran, things are simpler. The girl he's been in love with since kindergarten. Beautiful and sweet. Neither a criminal nor does he share a complicated bloodline. He has a future with Ran
Being in love with Kaito is dangerous and unpredictable. Complicated and messy
So he chooses Ran
Now with Kaito, the reveal unfortunately breaks him. Its the ultimate betrayal. His father, mother, uncle and aunt, were all in on it. What became the last straw is how the reveal also made Shinichi retreat from him
He knew that he didn't have a snowball chance in hell for Shinichi to choose him. Ran is everything Kaito is not after all. Now while Shinichi got mad on his behalf regarding the cruel charade their family had weaved, his retreat also made it clear in Kaito's eyes that no one in his family will ever choose him either
This, unfortunately, is what drives Kaito completely insane
After they bring down the Crows, Kaito sought out Haibara to cash in the favour for saving her life. He asks for the APTXN4869, asking her to erase everything in his DNA and genetics that ties him to his family
Perhaps out of pity or a morose sense of understanding, Haibara agrees
The resulting erasure of genetics and dna took the melanin away in his system (which I doubt is possible in real life) and causes Kaito's hair to turn white and his eyes silver
He cuts ties from his family, especially now that there's nothing legal nor anything genetic binding them anymore
I dunno exactly how I want this au to end but I honestly just want to see an AU where Kaito has white hair and silver eyes as well be completely KID with no civilian identity
This au can also easily work without KaiShin being cousins like in M27 too. I just like the added drama, that's all đ
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So yeah, here's my messy self indulging brain rot to wanting a white haired, silver eyed Kaitou KID
#kaishin#kaishin fic ideas#dark kuroba kaito#kaito kuroba#kuroba kaito#kudou shinichi#shinichi kudou#kudo shinichi#shinichi kudo#detective conan#meitantei conan#magic kaito#kaitou kid#m27#cw: cousins
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Tag game
*peeks from under a rock*
Hi there! It's been awhile & I've missed you all đ«¶đŒ Sorry for the absence but I'm back! Hope to stick with it haha
I was tagged by the always incredible & sweetest sweetheart Evie @energievie
Name: Mayn (lol I forgot changed that so spelling fit how it's pronounced)
Age you are mentally: Early 20s
Top 3 fics that came out last year (that you can remember at this point lol):
i'm not the way i was by @sam-loves-seb this is a goddam BEAUTIFUL season 6 Rewrite!! I am living for this fic! Just an astounding & excited for more đ„°
It's from Jen's @wehangout Fast & Furious series! The additional part 2 & 3 came out last year & made me wanna melt!!! These two are freaking edging & teasing me!!! đ„”Bravo Jen! đ
Headphones Encouraged by Ray @whatthebodygraspsnot an absolute fucking delight & so fun! đ
Add in any authors who you read all of their things: It's gotta be Jane @captainjowl Jaclyn @crossmydna Kay @goodkwuestion Ling @lingy910y
Fave artist/band/singer/group you discovered last year (has to be new to you, not new): Gotta be Chappell Roan. I wanted her to be my top artist on spotify & get Good Luck, Babe to 1 billion before 2025. We did it besties đđ»
One thing you learnt last year that youâre taking into 2025: Taking your time to figure it out is ok
Was it a good year or bad year? Pretty good at the beginning last my steam at the end tbh
Is there anything superstitious you do to try and continue that vibe or absolutely change it? I was doing manifesting rituals on New moons which was fun but I didn't keep going lol. It was like finger painting with images I was manifesting. It was quiet fun
Fave WIP you're following into this year:
Gotta be
let the bodies do the talkin' by Captain_Jowl
i'm not the way i was by sam_writes_fic
The Blackwing Prophecy by CrossmyDNA
Are you doing any January âget healthyâ things? I want to incorporate more body stretching throughout my days like full body stretches, wrist stretching bc I'm working on computers at work & eye stretches to help with strain.
More random questions~~ Did you consider yourself an avid reader before you found fanfic? I really did not! I loved watching TV over reading any day when I was younger! It felt like such a chore especially with my mum basically pushing it on to me so wasn't fun.
But then the TV shows finished & I wanted more! I think my sister introduced me to fanfic.net lol. Unlocked a reading monster! Wasn't until high school when my fave English teacher was like you must read a lot & I was like nah oh wait a minute?!
Do you read books as well as fanfic? Yes or No: fanfic or die
What are you doing to survive this January so far? I am currently on holidays YAAAY đ I went to Korea for the first time & I LOVED ITTT!!! I need to go back asap!! Definitely a money hole ahaha! Now I'm also in Philippines with my fam đ„°
Also if you wanna go under the cut it's a pic of me in a hanbok!
Sooo I'm pretty late just gonna tag some friends that I'm sending hugs & well wished your way đ„°
@lingy910y @look-i-love-u @samantitheos @deedala @michellemisfit @suzy-queued @heymrspatel @burninface @heymrspatel @heymacy @sleepyfacetoughguy @deathclassic @kiennilove @creepkinginc @guinguin1984 @iansw0rld @mybrainismelted @gallapiech @doshiart @ian-galagher @sickness-health-all-that-shit @jrooc @gallawitchxx @gallapiech @andthatisnotfake @kiinard @sweetbee78 @spookygingerr @femboymilkovich @rereadanon @takeyourpillsbitchh @callivich
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Can you do one a mick schumacher x vettel!reader au?
Thanks đ
instagram au đ©ââ€ïžâđš M.S
vettel!reader x mick schumacher
okay so I thought it would be cute if she was sebs daughter so letâs just pretend sebs just a lil bit older âșïž
y/n vettel + mick schumacher = modern life Romeo and Juliet
y/nvettel
y/nvettel: weekend dumpđ€ ft. dad and mickđ«¶đŒsooo proud of u bothâš
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mickschumacher:â€ïž
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user282: STOP. theyâre so cuteđ„čâ€ïž
vettelfan4eva: okay but itâs so cute how seb and mick have such a close relationship ,like how freaking cute đ«đ«đ«
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sirhamiltonfan: even Lewis mf hamilton is obsessed w this couple đ
fanschumacher1: arenât we all?đ
sirhamiltonfan: true.
mickschumacher
mickschumacher: had the best week ever â€ïž
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y/nvettel: pretty boyđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
mickschumacher: pretty girlđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒđ«¶đŒ
user292: SCREAMING
mickyschuma: welp thatâs me sleeping on the train tracks tonightđ«Ą
lewishamilton: love this!
Liked by y/nvettel and mick schumacher
fangirll101: stop y/n looks so cuteâ€ïžđ
schumacher4eva: đ¶oh micky your so fineđ¶
y/nvettel
y/nvettel: looks like Iâm a merc girl now âșïžđ
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mscfan_: NAHHHH SHE DOODLED ON MICKS SHIRT SO THE HAAS SIGN WASNT THERE AHAHAHAHA
user272: LMAO WE LOVE OUR PETTY QUEEN đđđ
mickschumacher: I love youâ€ïž
y/nvettel: i love youâ€ïž
landonorris: get a room
y/nvettel: go away đ
fan372: Y/N I LOVE U RN đđđ
y/nvettelâs story
caption: đ„°đ„°
mickschumacher
mickschumacher: happy birthday to my beautiful girlfriend,one of the most important women in my lifeâ€ïžIâm so proud of youđ«¶đŒ
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y/nvettel: stopđ„Čđ„Čđ„ČI love u đ«¶đŒ
Liked by mickschumacher
user272: sheâsđsođprettyđ
vettelfanzz.: this is so cuteđ„°â€ïž
schumafanpage: happy birthday y/n!đ«¶đŒ
fanofmick98: okay but the second picđ„Č sheâs so cute ,ROMEO AND JULIET.
user2828: my parents.
authors note- I hope your all doing well Iâm trying to post moređ«¶đŒ took me awhile to make this lol as Iv been busy and not in the right mindset but take care of yourselfs â€ïž
#f1 instagram au#formula 1#instagram au#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine#fiction#charles leclerc#mick schumacher#mick schumacher x reader#mick schumacher x you#mick schumacher x y/n#mercedes amg petronas#mercedes#toto wolff#susie wolff#formula 1 imagine
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