#and being kind hurts so much but pays you back tenfold

[some-zer0]

I've played through both the neutral and pacifist routes of Undertale, and something that I think is so cool is that actively trying to spare everyone is so much harder, but, like, in a good way.

On the neutral route I kept killing the Snowdrakes cause I didn't really want to bother with them, and that was EASY. And it got easier the more I did it.

And then I played the pacifist route and I was crawling through Snowdin's forest, laughing at Snowdrake's bad jokes despite being at critically low health, all for the sake of making sure that his father could see him again.

And yeah, it sucked. I died a lot. But I was smiling the entire time.

[hoshigray]

hi! i’m not quite sure if you’re comfortable with this but could you do toji taking care of his bratty gf that’s on their period? no pressure especially if you’re not comfortable! thank you so much! <33

Oh, dw anon, I'm totally comfortable writing this kind of stuff, but thanks for checking with me tho c: Didn't know what approach to go with this, but felt like fluff would be the best fit (since ik not everyone's into period sex; perhaps an idea I can go back on later *shrugs*). Please enjoy, and I hope you like this! ♡ Also, this is 3 for 3 on the request streak, holy shit haha! Cw: Toji x fem!reader - fluff - Toji trying to be a good bf and lowkey domestic - the reader is a lil whiny, but Toji still loves you - tummy massages!! - some light-hearted comedy; reader trying to annoy Toji lol - pet names (baby, sweetie, princess) - just you and Toji being a couple :3 Wc: 1.1k

"Toji?"

The man hums but doesn't turn to you, watching the television from the floor while you lay on the couch.

You try again. "Tojiiiiii~"

He rolls his eyes at your sing-song attitude, finally turning to your face. "Yeah, baby?"

"Would you please add more water to the kettle for me? My water bottle's getting cold, and my feet hurt."

With a huff, he gets up and walks to the kitchen. "Sure thing, sweetie." You hum into your couch pillow while wiggling on the water bag you're lying on, taking in whatever's left of the lukewarm storage bottle.

Today has been quite a busy day on your end. Amid two midterms, a group project, and a paper due at 11:45 p.m. tomorrow, you still have work to do today. And to top it all off, your period started two days ago, meaning you're suffering as of now. Not only is stress from college drowning you, but your body makes the pressure tenfold more painful to the point of wanting to shut down.

This is why you've spent your Friday afternoon cooped in your apartment and avoided talking with or seeing anyone, trying to focus on your work while dealing with your personal predicament. Especially texting your boyfriend, Toji, that you won't be able to see him for dinner at his favorite ramen place.

Nevertheless, the older man comes knocking on your door with a bag full of your favorites from the restaurant, saying he'll just spend the night with you at your place and help with whatever you need. Though you tried to decline his offer, his company has been very comforting.

However, since he came here with sincere intentions, you want to test his patience. With a cheeky smile pulling your lips, you start your act.

You hear Toji press the button to heat the water up, his heavy steps prominent of his return to you in the living space. He plops back down on his place on the floor, leaning against the couch you're lying on and putting his attention back on the TV.

Well, he tries to.

"Tojiiii~," You see the rise and fall of his shoulder sync with the heavy exhale escaping through his nose. Giggles are stifled, but your smile is wide when he looks back at you with one brow scrunched down.

A stern "What?" is thrown in your direction.

A tiny giggle slips out. "Can you please massage my tummy?"

He looks dead at your face before he scoffs. "Do I look like your personal maid or somethin'?"

"No, you're my wonderful, handsome, and caring boyfriend," You bring a foot up to tap his shoulder, to which Toji grumbles. To his dismay, you continue to tease him with your poking. "As a caring boyfriend, you should attend to your lady when she is in insufferable pain."

"Poke me with your toes again, and I'll chew 'em off." Okay, that's when you stop pestering the older man, holding in your laughter as he scowls with a devilish smirk. Another huff of air exits his lungs before he gets up from his spot once again, and you reposition yourself for him to sit on the couch facing you. He places the water bottle on the floor. "You got your own hands, doncha?"

"Of course, but I asked for your hands." He glares at you though you pay it no mind, lifting your shirt to pat your stomach. "Now, massage me!"

Toji shakes his head yet lifts his hands and places them on your exposed abdomen, calloused and scarred fingers squeezing your plush skin. "So annoyin', ya fuckin' brat." You blow a raspberry. "I shoulda stayed at the ramen joint."

"Pfft, please, you know you don't go there alone anymore. Might've gotten bored and brought yourself here regardless." You close your eyes and sink into the feeling of the man's fingers rubbing your stomach.

He only replies with a small 'hmph' and continues with the task thrown onto him.

This continues for a few moments, and you enjoy the man's hands roaming your belly. His palms and fingers' rough yet gentle manner makes you feel like the cramps are no longer a problem. It feels so pleasant. Curious, you open an eye to stare at the man before you.

The look on Toji's face displays nothing but pure focus, looking at his work as he massages you. Raven bangs cast shade from the ceiling lights. The man had soft emerald eyes, yet keen as they zero in on your physique as he skilfully kneads your abdomen with his digits. His lips are kept in a neutral line, and you can't help but look at his scar when he licks his teeth.

The more you examine him, the more you realize just how lucky you are to see this side of him. And maybe how lucky you are to have such a man deal with you even during times like this.

"Whatcha lookin' at me for, princess?"

Toji's gruff voice snaps you back, realizing he caught you surveying him. A grin dashed on his face. You decide to toy with him one more time. "Oh, Tojiiiii."

The smirk immediately disappears, replaced with a look that screams mild annoyance. You let out a burst of laughter, rocking your head back and forth and laughing harder every time you peer back at his face. "Fucking what now, ya damn brat?" He doesn't try to hide the irritation in his voice, and you can feel him glare holes into you while you laugh into your hands.

You calm yourself down, speaking in chuckles. "You know I love you, right?

"Shut the hell up." Not a single change to his face.

"No, I—pfffthaha," giggles escape your lips as you try to center yourself to speak appropriately, placing your hands on his big ones that rest atop your tummy. "I mean it, I really do! I appreciate you coming here and dealing with me and my whiny ass. If you hadn't been here, I'd probably be rotting in my bed right about now. I love you, so thank you for watching out for me."

Toji's face slowly molds away from his peeved expression, now relaxed and exhibitng a look of slight astonishment. You can make out a tiny shade of pink under his eyes and earlobes, yet you choose not to point it out to showcase your seriousness with a loving smile. He scoffs, shakes his head, and leans close to your face.

"You're somethin' else, ya know that, kid?" He flicks your forehead, resulting in you groaning from the diminutive mistreatment. But he quickly places a kiss when you're done squirming from the pain. "I love ya too, baby. Always."

You beam at him. "Even when I'm whiny?"

Finally, he laughs. "Yeah, even when yr' whiny. My whiny, annoyin', cute-ass princess."

"I said whiny, not annoying."

"Whatever." The two of you exchange laughs and kisses on the couch, completely disregarding your assignments and the kettle ready with hot water. It doesn't matter nor compare with the adoration you experience from him right now, so you indulge yourself for as long as you can.

[redheadspark]

Hello! I am a creeper who LOVES your work! I have had this idea for an Az fic, but as I am not a writer, I cannot do it justic!

So its an Azriel x Reader. They both have a thing for each other but obvi neither know about it, but the whole Inner circle know . So the inner circle are having fun and some shenanigans happen, and somebody asks the reader about the person that she likes. Reader gets flustered, Az gets ✨jealous✨ and says screw it and kisses the reader. Im talking the kind of kiss that makes you forget everything and your brain melt. Lots of fluff, some angst because they are silly and maybe some smut at the end? 😎😎😎

Youre incredible!

Happy New Year!

A/N - HOORAY! I am so sorry for writing this BEYOND late, I'm battling a sinus infection and was in no mood to write when I was hurting, but I finally finished it and I hope you like it!

Intertwined

Warnings - Fluff with a some smut towards the end, so 18+ for this one!

“Okay, now that we have the presents out of the way, I think we should move onto a hot topic,”

“And what would that be?”

“A certain person’s love life,” 

You saw several pairs of eyes looking over at you as you were mid-sip with your glass of wine.  It suddenly felt like you were the topic of conversation, much to your dismay as you slowly lowered your wine glass down and stared at the others that were gazing at you.  As if you weren’t in on the joke.  Perhaps you weren’t, and clutching your wine glass a bit too tightly you looked to your right to see Nesta grinning at you.

“Nesta…..what’s going on?” You asked her tentatively as she linked arms with you.

“Nothing at all,” She replied smoothly as she gave you her signature smirk, “We are just inquiring about your personal life since you never tell us, your friends and found family, anything about your love life,”  

Of course, this was not how the night was going to go.  It was the Annual Winter Solstice Party amongst the Inner Circle in Velaris, the second one you have been a part of since you were the newest member of the Inner Circle.  Nesta became fast friends with you when she walked into your little bookstore, striking up a conversation with you about new books that caught her attention.  

You showed her a few titles, and you two have been friends ever since. 

After Nesta came her mate Cassian, the suave and yet kind Commander of the Illyrian Army.  He was dragged in by his mate, amused at the sight of Nesta almost sprinting to the New Arrivals section and he hung back and started a conversation with you.  You liked his attitude, the calm to Nesta’s storm, the sun to her moodiness, and he almost seemed like a lovable younger brother to you.  

Not too long after that, you were surprised to see Nesta again, but she was not alone.  She brought along both the High Lord and the High Lady of Night Court.  It never occurred to you that she was sisters with High Lady Feyre, to which you were beyond entranced to meet her.  Feyre was beyond kind, wishing to find art books and some other novels for her.  High Lord Rhsyand was more curious about the historical novels you had, along with adventurous fiction pieces to help him pass the time.  

You gave him a great recommendation, and your life was forever changed.

Rhysand hired you to help fill his personal library with books from the bookstore, paying you handsomely for your assistance and recommendations.  You were shocked to see the mass sum he placed in your hands, to which you were able to not only get more books for the store but to get a bigger apartment for yourself since you were living in a cramped hole in the hall.  After stocking his library with novels and volumes in every genre that he could ever want, Rhysand kept you in the Inner Circle.  Being alone for some time and having to survive with no one to lean on, it felt surreal to have a new family.  

A support system, and lifelong friends, it overwhelmed your heart tenfold. 

Nesta brought you around the first Winter Solstice party with the Inner Circle, you were wearing a modest yet captivating dress.  You were beyond nervous to meet the rest of her friends, but Nesta reassured you that you were going to mesh well with the group.  So when you and Nesta walked in together and you saw the rest of the guests, you felt so small compared to the rest of the beings there.

Especially with Azriel, the Illyrian Spymaster.

He took your breath away from the moment you saw him perched by the fireplace.  He cool demeanor contrasted with the roaring fire, the brooding stare he had on his face, and even the small licks of shadows that were hovering against his body and his wings that were tucked tight against his backside.  Nesta spoke plenty about him and his duties for Night Court, Being the Spymaster of Rhysand and seeking out information from other courts.  To anyone else, he would be intimidating and almost frightening to gaze at.

But not to you, you weren’t frightened at all.

Nesta introduced you two, walking you over to him and saying your name to him.  He simply stared at you, you seeing the bright hazel eyes he had brightening from the cracking fire as he held out his hand for you to shake.  You took it instantly, feeling the warmth of his hand and the scars that were etched along his skin as well.  

“Pleasure to see you,” He said to you, his voice deep and soothing like a balm against a fresh wound.  It felt it along your own skin, the tremor of his tone and how he was gazing at you with both intrigue and interest.  You couldn’t help but smile, something inside of you told you not to be afraid of him.  No matter that he could be a killer or someone who brings torture.  That’s not what you felt in that moment shaking his hand, and you always relied on your intuition in the past. 

“It’s a pleasure to meet you too,” You said to him, and you saw him smile.  It was the most beautiful smile you have ever seen from another being in your life.

Since then, you have been taken by him.  The way he walked into a room and was cool and collected, how he would conduct himself in conversation and with the others in the Inner Circle.  Although you never saw with your own eyes how he would conduct himself in meetings or during his missions, you knew he was someone not to be trifled with.  But then again, anytime you two were in the same room, he showed none of those. 

He was introverted at best, willing to watch from a distance as the rest of the group would joke and chit-chat.  But he was also consistent in his opinions and banter with Rhysand and Cassian, showing the long relationship he has had with them.  You admired it all the more, seeing the love they shared for one another, not to mention the kindness that was laced with his stubbornness and determination.  

Something drew you to him, like a moth to a flame, wishing to discover him more and more as you two became friends over time. He never minded talking with you, wishing to know more about your knowledge of books and history and even coming to your shop every once in awhile to purchase something for himself.  He looked over very book that intrigued him, taking his time with the purchase that he wanted to do.  It showed that he was not going to waste his time in anything he did, he took precision and never jumped to chance.

Another trait that drew you in more with Azriel was his attention to detail.  He could analyze a person for a certain amount of time and get more information about them than anyone else can do.  It was a true gift, one you wish you had since his ability was more advanced.  He knew the precise information to give to Rhysand, the right paints to gift Feyre for her birthday, even the exact number of soldiers to tell Cassian in one of their Illryain training sessions.  It was his way in showing that he cared for the other person, listening to them and picking up and what they would say in passing.

He did that with you one time in the summer, hearing you talk with Mor about a broken window pane at the shop and some creaking floorboards that were on the verge of snapping.  You were mostly venting to her, knowing that you were going to have to fix it yourself since you weren’t going to overpay someone to fix it.  But the next morning, you heard Azriel knocking on your door with some tools in hand.  

“You don’t have to fix it for me, Azriel.  Honestly, I can—“

“It’s not trouble for me.  Better for you to be safe than an injury happening,”

He fixed the floorboards and the window pane within a few hours, you paying him with a homemade lunch and you two perched on the front porch of the bookstore gossiping about Cassian and Nesta’s upcoming wedding.  You hear him laugh from a comment you made, a whole-hearted laugh with his eyes crinkling and his teeth glistening in the sun, making you fall for him harder.

As the months passed, your friendship deepened and your crush on Azriel was still present, but it was placed on the back burner.  It felt like a fever dream for you to be on the same platform as him, only seeing yourself as a bookkeeper and nothing more important than that.  Azriel had power, he had a past of using that power on others to gain knowledge and intelligence.  His cool demeanor and uneasy stature would make others flee and run away, but you felt closer to him than anyone else in the Inner Circle.  Even with Nesta, who would tease you about how you two would be perfect together.  But of course, you would push those possibilities and dreams away with a wave of your hand.

“I don’t think he would be interested in someone like me,”

“Like who?!  Someone kind, intelligent, and beautiful from the inside out?  I think he would, and he would be a fool to think otherwise,”

Leave it to Nesta to build you up when you feel low.

This led you to this night, a snowstorm roaring outside the Townhouse while you were all sitting together in one of the casual sitting rooms.  With all eyes on you, you were still looking at the wine glass in hand as you were now the center of conversation.

“My love life is…..complicated to say the least,” you said aloud to the group, all of whom were simply smiling as you spoke again, “I am interested in someone, but nothing past that,”

“Oh, do tell!” Elaine said in glee as she was perched on a loveseat with her Mate, Lucien.  Feyre and Rhsyand too seemed interested, wrapped in each other’s arms while Cassian was grinning widely from his perch in an armchair.  You didn’t see Azriel, who was over on the other side of the room leaning against the wall, clutching his whiskey glass in a death grip as his hazel eyes were drilling into your own orbs.

“I doubt she wants to talk about it in a room filled with gossipers,” Cassian joked as Nesta glared at her mate.

“As if any of this will leave the Townhouse,” Feyre countered with him, though she gave you a knowing look, “You don’t need to tell us if you don’t want to.  I know how secretive you are,”

“Yes, she does!” Nesta said with a smirk as she clinked her wine glass with yours, “I know you far too well, and you are in need of some love in your life.  So tell us, what is he like?”

“Or she,” Rhysand hummed, though you rolled your eyes, “I’m only leaving it open, who are we to judge?”

“It is a male,” you corrected, seeing some smiles all around as you blushed.  Once again, without you knowing it, Azriel was standing so still as he was drinking in this information of you being smitten by someone else.  It was making his cool demeanor almost snap.  You had no idea that he was fuming inside, the thought of another capturing your heart and making you feel loved and adored, the notion that another could take you away from him and leave him high and cry.  

He was using all of his willpower to not stalk across the room to claim you as his, having months of practice in him pining over you and wishing you to be his.  

He found you infectious to his soul, whether it was your laugh or your smile that made your freckles pop and your face light up in joy.  He would find reasons to visit you at your little shop, just to talk to you for minutes at a time because it would fill up his soul with hope and love he missed out on for years.  Azriel thought of you as beautiful in both image and in heart, a shining ray of light in his dark world.  Yet he knew deep down he had to be careful, letting in people who were close to him would automatically link them to his dangerous life and his dangerous job.  The last thing he would ever want is to bring potential danger to someone he loved.  

It would kill him to bring you harm, the one person he would face danger for.

“All I will say is that this male is someone I feel will not wish to be with someone like me,” You said to the group with a shrug, Nesta rolling her eyes as Elaine looked at you almost in remorse.

“You speak so low of yourself!  You are far too beautiful and intelligent for any male to pass on,” Feyre reasoned with you as she smiled sweetly at you, “That male is a fool to pass you by,”

“You are a catch,” Cassian agreed, then throwing up his hands in defense, “And I say that as a friend!”

“And I agree with my mate,” Nesta said to you, “I find males who cannot make up their minds on what they want to be fools,”

“Babe,” Cassian sighed as she gave him a knowing look.

“You are no longer a fool, sweetheart,” She said to him as she winked at him before looking back at you, “Your heart is far too sweet and far too kind for any male, no matter how they are, to simply cast by.”

Perhaps it was the one thing that Azriel needed to hear, the one phrase that made him throw out the rational side that he was trying to hold onto.  The thought of some other male casting her side, or using her as a pawn in their game, it made his blood boil.  The affection he felt for you over the year grew day after day, and it got to the point of it coming to a head at any moment.  No matter the scenarios he played in his head in how he would ask you to dinner or to an outing in the park, nor the talks he confided in with Cassian in how he wished to talk to you about his affections for you.  All of that was out of the window.

He had to act, and he did just that.  

He moved before he could stop his feet, walking across the room with his eyes on you like you were a target for his mission.  Everyone was floored by how fast he was moving, you were almost spooked by the way he walked swiftly and his shadows were attempting to catch up to him.  He took your hand in his own, making you stand up from your spot on the loveseat and look at him with shock and worry.

“Azriel? What is—“ you were about to ask him.  But he instantly silenced you, reaching up to frame your jaw in his hand as he kissed you.

Nothing else mattered, everything ceased to exist, and you felt your heart bursting.

His lips, soft and yet firm in how he was kissing you, ingested a fire in you as you were still frozen in your spot and in his embrace.  The thoughts and daydreams of kissing Azriel were all out the window since this was real, breathing in his cologne and the scent that was etched on his skin and feeling his body temperature mingle with yours.  The way he kissed you was both gentle and possessive, maybe he was claiming you as his and at the same time wishing to show his affection to you.  Either way, you were filled with love with that simple kiss, filled to the point of almost overflowing, and then some.  

Before he could pull away, thinking he made a huge mistake in kissing you in front of all of your closest friends in such a brave declaration, you kissed him back.  He heard the others intake a short breath from the gesture, your fingers reaching up to touch the front of his shirt to feel his rapid heartbeat that was threatening to burst out of his body. His mind was on overdrive, not believing what was occurring.  You kissed him, and the gentle kiss against his lips unleashed a new sensation deep within him that he never felt for another.  Affection, protection, possession, and most importantly love.

He loved you.  Cauldron he loved you. 

It didn’t occur to either you or Azriel that the rest of the room was watching on bated breath, both in shock and in pure happiness as you two finally pulled away from one another and gazed at each other.  The realization of what happened sunk in, but in the best way possible.  There was a glow about the two of you, almost like a new shade of emotion over the pair of you like a blanket to shield you from the rest of the world.  Azriel smiled, in which you grinned in return as he laced your fingers together and gulped.

“Come with me,” he said, you nodding without you realizing it.  He then moved, having you follow him like a puppy as he led the two of you out towards the hallway.  Yet he looked over his shoulder at the rest of the group, all of whom were still looking in shock at what happened.

“Thank you for the party,” he said abruptly, and then you two walked into the darkness of the hallway before the faint sound of him winnowing was heard.  You both were gone in a second.

Silence was heard in the room, everyone looking at each other.  The only sound heard was the fireplace, but it only took a few solid seconds before Cassian gulped down the last of his whiskey and placed the glass on the mantelpiece.

“Fucking finally!” He said in a sigh of relief, the others grinning as Nesta shot up and glided over to her mate, “I swear to the Cauldron, It took too damn long for them to get together!”

“Aren’t they simply lovely together?” Elaine asked with a sweet grin to Lucien, who nodded at his mate in agreement, “They both deserve to be happy together!”

“It was getting them both to realize it that took too long,” Rhsyand snorted as Feyre slapped his arm, “What?  It’s true!  Cass and I had a running bet on how long it would take for them to get together.  Which reminds me, you owe me some money, Cassian!”

“Damnit,” Cassian groaned with a rub of his eyes with his fingers as Nesta grinned in victory.

“Well I am glad they finally realize they are meant to be together,” Nesta said with her smile, “Those two are meant to be.  I know they are.”

“To the lovebirds!” Rhsyand announced, raising his glass in the air as the others did as well, “And a life filled with happiness and love for the two souls who deserve it the most out of all of us!”

The group raised their glasses, knowing deep down, that your future together was bright and full.

“Here, for you,”

“Thank you,”  

You sat up in the bed, your bare body covered by the bedsheets as Azriel fell back into bed with you with no care of covering himself up while he handed you a plate filled with some fruits and crackers.  You were blushing like mad as he played kisses along your skin and shoulders, you giggled as he wrapped you in his arms.

“Are you going to let me eat?” You asked in a teasing tone, though he passed and stared lovingly at you.  Just being there, bare and glowing in both bliss and happiness after spending a few hours in pure pleasure and euphoria, it was all life-changing for him.  Even with his hair askew and a thin sheet of sweat on him, there was no sign of fatigue on him.  He was far too happy, too energetic even, to have another moment without you.  After a year of pinning over you and seeing you from an arms’ reach, he would never let you go from now on.  

“Are you willing to share?” He teased back, you rolling your eyes as he fed him a few grapes.  You loved seeing this side of Azriel, the playful and gentle side that you knew was buried deep down under his tough exterior.  But Hours before when he winnowed you both to the House of Wind, pressing you against the wall and kissing you deeply, you were unraveling with no sign of resistance.  If the kiss in front of the Inner Circle erased your mind, the kisses he gave you when you two alone erased your sanity.  He was possessive with his arms around you, his kisses along your neck, and your pulse racing.  

No longer were you two just friends, you both knew it.

He flipped your world upside down, it was no simple fuck.  No, with Azriel, he was precise in how he brought you pleasure and made you moan his name like a prayer.  From the way he undressed your and perched you on the edge of an ottoman at the foot of the bed, to the way he licked your folds with his wicked tongue and made you watch his lips and tongue get your beyond wet just for him.  You were on fire, chanting his name and tugging at his locks as his hands were bracing your hips to keep you still, even with your thighs perched on his shoulders and shaking in pleasure and madness.  

There was no daydream that you ever had that would compare to the real thing, even when you came in a shout and Azriel grinned against your now sensitive pussy before he ascended to stare at your blissed-out face. He kissed you softly, you trembling against his lips while your orgasm was slowly coming down, but you moaned once again as his fingers sunk into you.  It made you realize he was simply warming up, and the night was just getting started.

That night was the best night of your life.

“How long have you liked me?” You asked as he placed the now empty plate away and had you snuggle in his arms, you half on top of him as his fingers were tracing your bare back and along your spine.  He grinned at you, scanning your eyes and your messy hair.

“Since the moment Nesta introduced you to me,” He answered, you blushing like mad as he kissed the tip of your nose, “I knew then, even in that smile on yours, that there would be no one else for me in this life.”

“From a smile?” You asked.

“You can tell a lot from a person in how they smile,” Azriel explained, “Those who force a smile are not to be trusted.  But those who have a real smile, a kind smile, are those who can depend on in hard times.  Your smile entranced me, and I never wished to see another smile since it would never compare to yours,”

“Well, for me, it was when we shook hands,” You explained, reaching over to take his spare hand and lace your fingers together gently and look at the scars along his skin, “Your hands were warm, and you were gentle in shaking my hand.  I knew then, because of the warmth I sensed in you and the goodness you had in you.”

Even bathed in the moonlight, bare with no abandon, Azriel’s smile he gave to you was beyond beautiful.  Your love for him was shining bright no sign of darkness or blemish, it was making everything else in your life seem dull in comparison.  He made you feel loved, not just with the physical pleasure he gave you but the emotional too.  You knew he adored you, loved you beyond reason, and you were feeling just the same.  He would walk through fire for you, experience pain so you wouldn’t, and there would be no hesitance when It came to bringing you love.  All because you loved him for who he was and brought him pure joy.    

And as he sat up with you in his lap, guiding his cock into you to make you cling onto him and moan in bliss, you both knew there was no going back as your lives were forever intertwined.  

The End

[thotsforvillainrights]

Might I request some misc villains smut (especially wash 😍)

(Misc like random? Thanks! Let's see who I wanna toss out there? How about something random for them too? NO WASH INVOLVED)

~Miscellaneous Villains Smut~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up|drabble

Nine is a very gentle lover in my opinion. You likely won't be getting anything close to fucking with him for a very long time. Please just settle for making love instead. Slow and passionate strokes, lots of conversation/praise, gentle kissing and petting. He loves you and tends to show it in everything he says or does. It may become boring after some time of being with him but I'd recommend you being patient. Simply for the fact that once he finally DOES get a little more naughty, that patience pays off tenfold.

He's wanted you for a long time and clearly he shows it in the way he hasn't let you leave the room for the past few hours or so. If you want a glass of water or an extra pillow, no worries. He'll gladly bring it to you as long as you stay right where you are and don't leave that spot. I certainly hope you don't have work in the morning...

More so than Nine above, Spinner is an even more gentle lover that seems to be a bit clumsy when first engaging with you. He's a fumbling mess to begin with, overly careful of his actions to the point of far too slow stroking. You might need to bring him back into reality or maybe I mean for you to put your foot down if you want the good stuff. Otherwise, he's going to continue to be very cautious of you. Place a gentle hand on his cheek and give him that kind smile. Tell him it's okay and he's not hurting you (because let's face it, he's not even close to), then tell him exactly how you want it. He might just begin to comply!

I hope you continue to have that same patience with him because it's gonna be a long time before he doesn't finish too quickly. The first weeks aren't exactly Hell like they should be had it not been for the fact that he makes sure you finish one way or another. However it can take some time to get used to. Take it as a compliment! He's really into you after all!

Another intensive lover with his mind focused on bringing you to the edge before EVER focusing on himself. Likes to lay you down and start at your toes, working his way up your legs and to your neck. Definitely the type to lay a smooth kiss on your forehead before sliding slowly into you, giving you time to adjust to him before asking you if he can move. He takes his time with you and sure no one is perfect in bed...but he's pretty damn near close to it. He might even draw out a few orgasms, never fully admitting how much he loves to see you beg for him (overstim is a different conversation).

-Favorite thing to do with you includes a bit of light teasing. Some naughty texts would be at the top of the list. He loves how wild you drive him. He loves the way your seem to surprise him all the time! Something like getting a new set of sexy pajamas and suddenly video calling him in the middle of a meeting? Oh it's one sure fire way to get him home early after work

[belit0]

I loved the cheating scenario! I'm not the anon who requested it first but I second the motion of doing this for the rest of the Uchihas (even the Senju bros if you feel like it, that would be neat🥺)

Thanks for sharing your work with us🖤

Thank you, for reading and enjoying it!!!!💕💫

Obito

- Confusion, pain, anger. Obito does not understand what happened, at what moment (Y/N) thought it necessary to replace him, change him for someone else and not even tell him, he feels highly betrayed. In a context of so much emotional warfare, he becomes a little crazy at the sudden information, not knowing if he wants to yell at her, hurt her, or simply ignore her for the rest of his life. A bundle of nerves and sadness.

Shisui

- An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. If something is done to Shisui, he pays back the same thing tenfold. When he finds out that (Y/N) cheated on him, he won't leave her or say anything to her, automatically working on getting at least four women to cheat on her with. He will leave the evidence clear and unmistakable for her to suffer, mourning the relationship while he gets into bed with other people.

Itachi

- Depression, pure and unmistakable. Itachi does not comprehend, for he thought everything was perfect between them, a beautiful relationship full of patience and affection. He doesn't know what went wrong, he doesn't know if it was his fault, he has no idea what to think, and he will ask her about it the second he finds out. His life stops to rethink what to do about this situation, locking himself inside and not leaving the house for days.

Hashirama

- Crying and begging. Hashirama will turn a blind eye and ignore everything she did as long as she stays by his side. Always struggling with being able to recognize his own value, the Senju often puts himself into the hands of people who do not appreciate and hurt him, submitting himself to this kind of situation. He will beg her to stay, asking for forgiveness as if he were the one who made the mistake, desperate not to lose her in spite of everything.

Tobirama

- The real law of ice. Tobirama is the most loving person when you have him on your side, in his own way and style, giving his best to express love. To have him against you is to basically never see him again, disappearing from (Y/N)'s life in an instant, not giving explanations, asking all his family and friends not to give her any information about his whereabouts.

[liliallowed]

Can we share headcanons cause I wanna know your opinions on mine!

I have a headcanon that just to annoy Dust the Player would probably just make fun of him. Joke about how kills people or attacks. Calls him short and flirts in derogatory ways. Pokes fun at his past loved ones and when he kills the player they claim jokingly he's a husband/wife/non-binary spouse beater. They are just the silliest little killer you've ever seen how could you ever be mad at them!

Just a smug bastard!

oh definitely.

I see them having a whole bunch of different sides.

a cruel apathetic side that LOVES the chase. they'll casually wait around on purpose to let him get more LV just to pin him down and give themselves more of a challenge. or sabotage his attempts by warning other monster or scarring them away. they mock him just to grin at his sweet sweet pretty HATEFUL GLARE.

a playful careless and reckless side that LOVES the attention and mind games he plays with them. they love getting stabbed in the back or feeling the surprise if having the rug pulled from beneath their feet when they thought they had a steady grip on their blade. they love his expressions, his reactions. SPECIALLY when he's angry. they try messing with him just to rile him up.

it was effective at first but then dust learns quickly and becomes unresponsive to their taunts or flirting.

they try to mask their weaknesses with these cruel jokes. to tell themselves and remind themselves it's just a silly little game they shouldn't take too seriously. casually joking about killing his family or... him being bad at exp farming... or...

it used to be fun... but now it just feels like they're pushing against a lie. a big lie that they don't care about this world.

they do. not the world that came before. they're attached to this hellscape purgatory of their own making. this desolate wasteland filled with monster dust feels like home.

and the third side they desperately pretend that doesn't exist...

tw: angst warning (self sabotage)

tw: potential triggers maybe

a saddened and broken sympathetic side they hide away because it'll only make things worse. sympathy is just an insult added to injury that they refuse to throw at sans. because they already know his response. of course they would. it's only natural. they would hate themselves too... they... do hate themselves! it's why it feels SO good when HE'S the one winning. they can feel a sense of relief. a sense of triumphant victory over the big bad evil human who they can project their own problems on. they wished they had his courage. his dedication. his sheer WILLPOWER to face their demons too. but no. they can't just GIVE him the win can they? no he has to struggle. he has to TAKE it from them. like the disgusting trash they are!

they don't have the RIGHT to be sorry. no they chose this and they'll STICK TO IT TILL THE END. they WANT this. right? they've always wanted this. but they feel empty. so empty. so pointless. and it always ends up in a way that the world just... forgets? if it means SCARRING the world to MAKE it remember them? so be it.

if it means they'll be a villain? SO BE IT! so much being a savior of monster kind did for them anyway.

it doesn't mean they don't care. it doesn't mean they sadistically enjoy seeing dust suffer. it gives them a sense of catharsis. they don't LIKE hurting him. but they also enjoy seeing it happen so that he can PAY IT BACK TENFOLD. they feel powerful when he takes them down. wishing that maybe their problems would just... vanish.

seeing his pained expression breaks their heart but also... makes them feel more understood somehow. makes them happy. it makes the sad. it's so bittersweet. so ironically HIM. it excites them. it makes them want to cry.

it makes their numb heart FEEL something. and they're addicted to it.

they're not a monster. just a person trapped in their obsession. someone who never had their closure and was stuck in the past. someone who would not let things go even if it meant they were also the one hurting.

but they're also quite silly and goofy. making jokes and doing the randomest unpredictable bullshit possible to throw dust off.

all in all I think they're ALL of the above to some extent. the do feel guilt and shame. they do get rage baited and extremely pissed at an unfair kill. they would scream at the screen with an angry face, and would laugh their ass off if dust gives them an unexpected reaction.

they're still them. despite everything.

[elpida]

She didn't want to argue with him, she knew that much. The last thing she wanted to do was argue with Angelo, it'd end up messy and she'd regret it and part of her already was because he'd just made it so clear that he'd have torn them all apart if she simply asked. If they really tried to tear her apart he'd do so back in tenfold. She manoeuvred the crowd, completely unaware of the eyes following her.. Adelaide gave glances but from the dark corners, Barlow watched her, moved in peoples shadows to see where she was going but Eden's mind was scrambled, and in that room of crowded people how was she meant to know she was being followed?

Money could get you so much, so Barlowe, against Eden's knowledge tipped one of the waiters carrying the elegant champagne trays around to take her the singular glass left free on that tray, though as he was tucked the money into the waiters jacket pocket, he'd slipped a powder into that glass and nobody around him batted an eyelid about it, all too busy discussing their business and affairs to care for idle chit chat like that. She thought the waiter was being kind coming over to her and kneeling down slightly so she could take the drink, she even thanked them with such a charming smile, a smile that made Barlowe's blood boil, everything about her made his blood boil because she'd rejected his advances so many times and yet ended up on Angelo's arm without a problem. The difference was she liked Angelo, she would forever hate Barlowe.

She manoeuvred the crowd again, sipping at the drink progressively until she found the bathroom, it was out of the way a little away from the bustle and business of that room. She'd had maybe half a glass of champagne by the time she came out of the bathroom, refreshed, her hair back in place but that wouldn't be for long. Barlowe clamped his hand around Edens wrist, pulled her to a quiet corner harshly and pushed her against the wall. She spilled a little of the drink on herself, on her dress, just a splash. "Keep your fucking mouth shut or I'll squeeze your neck into silence, got it?" he hissed at her, his free hand hovering at her throat. He was already gritting his teeth. "Get off of me- get off or-" he scoffed loudly. "Or what Eden? You're going to shout for your lovely Angelo to come rescue you?" his brows raised down at her. "He's who you got the fucking money off to pay me? I'd have treated you so good but you'd rather a guy like him? I'm fucking insulted Eden. Do you know how I feel when I'm insulted? You need to make it up to me." he growled in her ear and she tried to fight him by pushing back with the wrist he had gripped be squeezed harder. "I don't need to do anything you're-" she set her frown. Angelo would be furious but she needed to get to him. Alone, like this? It scared her. "You're hurting me. Get off of me. He isn't a coward he'll make an example out of you for this." He twisted at her wrist to get her to contort to his desire, his whim. He knew he was bigger and stronger than her, but he wanted to make her feel small. "Will he? And where is he to protect you? I'd never leave you alone like that, now be a good girl, drink your drink and keep that pretty little mouth fucking shut. You always belonged to me." No, she didn't. Eden didn't even think about the drink comment, but she did think about how to get out of this situation quickly.

She took a small swig of the champagne again, her eyes studying him. "There, you can be a good girl, for me. Now.." he released some of the grip on her wrist, that was what she'd been waiting for. "How are you going to make up hurting my feelings Eden?" his smirk had grown and she faked the most coy smile ever as she took another swig, this one she didn't swallow, this one she spat into his face before throwing the glass into the hallway, hard enough that it'd shatter and of course, draw attention. Barlowe had recoiled back when she spat her drink in his face, fury burning on his features but staff had come rushing to sort the mess she'd created. He couldn't do anything in front of them, they'd talk. "You fucking bitch you're going to regret that!" he seethed, his hands flexing into fists. "Don't ever lay a hand on me again." she hissed back at him and shoulder shoved past him. Truthfully her heart was beyond racing, her hands were shaking and she was terrified he might follow her again. Where was Angelo? She had to find Angelo and.. had it always been so hot in here? She wanted to find him and say sorry, that she was sorry for acting out of turn, she wanted to feel safe beside him and.. focus Eden.

---

Outside Hale had continued talking, but his topic of conversation was clearly picked. "I'm glad to hear about the business, you deserve it going well but it does not explain landing a lady like her. That's not experience, no way." he laughed, scoffed about it, swirled his martini nonchalantly. "What's the deal Angelo, is she some sort of bargain?" he quirked a brow, leaning over some of the garden railing with this gleeful look. "She owe you money or something? 'Coz that's a hell of a deal you've struck there, gold I'd say!" his smirk grew more wicked. "What does she fuck dirty? We both know good girls aren't your type-" his gaze lifted and he watched Eden walk over, well.. it wasn't exactly walk because there was a slight sway.

"Would you call me that too? Earlier you said slut, you said that and.. would you call me that?" Hale glanced back to Angelo and pulled a grimace. "I'll leave that in your experienced hands, buddy." As Hale walked away Eden turned with this.. look of confusion but something was not right with her, even the way she squinted at Hale before turning her full body back towards Angelo. There was a visible mark around her wrist, red indents on her pale, milky flesh. "I don't want to be called a slut even when this is done I don't.." her sentence dwindled off and she started to blink repeatedly, her hand coming up to her head. That fear was rising in her. One drink earlier then, that one and that wasn't.. enough for things to feel dizzy and why was her brain so scrambled? "I don't.." she repeated.

Eden started to back step, oh.. she was frightened alright. Everything suddenly felt wrong, she felt like she wasn't in her body and all she wanted was to go home. Her hand reached out for something to grab to steady herself. "I don't think I feel so good I think I- I-.." frustration swelled, no, she hadn't stuttered all night, why was it started now? "I.. I'm going to go home." she couldn't hear it, but Angelo would. The way she slurred those last two sentences terribly. Tears had welled up in her eyes because she could feel something was wrong but her body just felt, weak and out of her control, each movement tiring.

"Right," Angelo clicked his tongue in disappointment, letting out a sigh after her negative response to discuss her awkward encounter with the man. He couldn't understand the reason behind not discussing it, but would rather focus on discussing their encounter with Adelaide. How would he react if Barlowe came across them once more? Angelo believed his own initial response to Eden being uncomfortable around him was justified, and felt that details about why she felt that way around him had to be given.

The influx of questions caused Angelo to develop a headache, and his impatience grew as he contemplated addressing each query. He arched a brow at her. "What if you don't align with these people? Do you intend to compromise your essence to subject to their standards?" he inquired, narrowing his eyes at her. "Listen, Eden. It's evident that you had some association with Barlowe, yet you're withholding information from me. Drop the fucking topic about Adelaide, because I've already given you everything there is to know about me and her. There is absolutely nothing more to be discussed of her, because I don't even feel like talking about the woman she is, and you're clearly pushing that conversation forward. Besides, it's clear I've brought you here because you're my date. If I wanted to scare you, I'd have done it. I'm sure I did back when we met again after a long time, though," Oh, he was certainly mature and grumpy, as he disliked repeating explanations. "She won't try to tear you to shreds and if she does, she knows what'll get to her. I don't fucking care if her husband is the same asshole that is in charge of one of the world's biggest corporations as to date," He stated firmly, hoping that such determination to rip anyone on their way would be enough for her.

However, when she pulled back to grab herself a drink, Angelo's head turned towards the view of the gardens. Leaning against the balcony, he took another drag of his cigarette while attempting to gather his thoughts and process them. There was a hint of jealousy from Eden that he couldn't quite understand, and he contemplated whether to keep the number of women he's slept with from the event from her to avoid further questions. His thoughts drifted when his name was chimed, and he turned, straightening his back as his gaze diverted to Hale. He had to force himself not to roll his eyes at his presence and huff, given that he disliked the kid in particular.

Instead, he forced a smile, a demeanor he often assumed in social settings. He had noticed Hale's tendency to boast about his father's wealth. "Gailbraith, it's been a while," Angelo replied, taking another drag of the cigarette. "Business is flourishing. It's been more prosperous than the last couple of months. There's not much to tell, really," he remarked with a nonchalant shrug. The thought of introducing this boy to Eden was unappealing. "It's all about years of experience, young man. That's my secret." He offered a wink, subtly indicating his desire for Hale to depart and leave him be. The night was getting longer than usual.

[helenazbmrskai]

Animal Lovers Hybrid Collection

I update the list every time I publish another hybrid fic! You can access the fics from their individual masterlists as well. Check out my other works if you're interested.

Finding Home, Yoongi Angst, Hybrid AU, Hurt and Comfort (10k)

Sometimes the best therapy is the warmth of another person you can share your pain with; and be just two souls trying to find home.

I Owl You, Jimin Hybrid AU, Fluff (3,4k)

You find shelter under the roof of an old building when a sudden downpour catches you without an umbrella on your way home, you’re unaware that a tenant is hiding in the shadows

Born This Way 1, Jimin, Jungkook Smut, Hybrid AU (4,1k)

You can’t contain your excitement when your hybrids arrive. They’re finally yours and you show them how happy you are at your first session with them.

Born This Way 2, Jimin, Jungkook Smut, Hybrid AU (4k)

It’s been almost four months now that you bought your hybrids from that bitch and had them tied to chairs. You had lots of fun. You’re happy that they seem to like being here with you. Or– Jimin and Jeongguk have been thriving under your care – the healthy glow is on both of their skins, taken care of both physically and mentally – and they’re very serious about always paying your kindness back tenfold.

I Love You Slowwwww Much, Jungkook Hybrid AU, Smut, Fluff (8.8k)

Your roommate’s hybrid always nags you about a playmate while your roommate complains about you being alone all the time in your room so you kill two birds with one stone and get a companion.

Honey Bee, Jimin Farm AU, Hybrid AU, S2L, Smut, Angst, Fluff, Romance, Slow Burn-ish (6,1k)

You have a few months before the expiration date of the contract with the rehabilitation facility that you’ve been working hand in hand with. You decided not to renew the contract this year but before you cut ties with them you help one more hybrid on your farm.

Sweet Tooth. Hybrid AU, Smut, Fluff (5,3k)

You have liked Seokjin for years and finally you decided to tell him how you feel. Your confession landed you in a sticky situation the best way possible.

Show Must Go On, Jimin, Yoongi Hybrid AU, Circus AU, Smut, Angst, Hurt and Comfort, Romance - Coming Soon! [TEASER] (~10k)

Getting a job offer immediately after getting out of college is every student's dream. You think so too at first but when you start working for a shady man and an even shadier circus as a hybrid medical examiner things are bound to go wrong. After the first glance at the condition of the hybrids, you should have just quit. Every normal person in your shoes would have done that but you must be crazy then. From the first day that you started working there, four eyes followed your every move. You’ve never seen so much hate in such beautiful eyes. Felt the need to save them but one must pay the price. The more you stay the more you get to know about the dirty secrets the circus’ four walls hold. No one gets out of the hatter’s iron clutches. Will you?

©️ Helenazbmrskai

[merv606]

Silverusso prompt: Playful, happy, giggly sex <3

You know, I’ve sat on this because I’m having a hard time imaging that scenario.

Not because they don’t have fun or are not playful with each other - Daniel has called him old man on several occasions only because he knows the reaction that will get - BUT because Terry always has such an intensity when it comes to Daniel. How he looks at him - whether it’s KK3 or CK - the sheer intensity of how he just looks at him - unblinking and unmoving. Let’s also not forget the hardcore, unflinching eye f$&king that was the AVT either.

So, and I hate to do this, but I got to introduce drugs.

It’s not dark / just NSFW

Maybe Terry just took a hit of cocaine, rubbing it on his gums tonight because he doesn’t want to get too crazy like he does when he snorts it (he refuses to shoot up - he thinks that’s for people with a problem) and Daniel just pops up out of nowhere and kisses him, getting the remnants still on Terry’s gums or something.

So, it’s not enough for Terry to worry but Daniel has never tried it before / hell, he’s never taken anything stronger than Tylenol before really, however, he is small also, so even that amount hits him hard.

His boy is happy most of the time anyway - Terry sees to that - but he’s loose and giggly, and it’s making Terry respond in kind.

He’s wrapped himself around Terry like a koala, but the playful kisses and Daniel nipping at Terry’s lips soon turn desperate, and he’s like a cat in heat as sharp teeth trail down Terry’s neck and he starts sucking when he feels the head of Terry’s cock press inside.

He’s so loose and relaxed / in both body and spirit - Terry calls him a slut for it, saying how easy it is for him to get inside without the usual amount of prep.

Daniel is like a rag doll under him. One of Terry’s hands is flat by Daniel’s head as Terry leans over him, his other hand holding up Daniel’s leg against his side because it keeps falling down.

His boy is useless right now to really do anything but lie there and take it / which is more than fine by them both.

Daniel reaches up and grabs Terry’s hair, the hairband slipping out and black hair like a silk curtain falls down, tickling where is it hits along Daniel’s skin and he’s back to giggling and Terry is laughing in response.

Terry peppers kisses all over his face as Daniel laughs, and Terry kisses him just to stop him and then Daniel bites down on Terry’s lip, drawing blood, as Terry fucks in just right, tightening so much Terry has to grit his teeth.

He doubles down, fucking into that spot one, two, three more times before Daniel is coming untouched, hands grabbing onto the broad back, blunt nails digging in, leaving a trail of broken skin in their wake as he rakes them down - he’s making Terry pay in pain and blood tonight, which just spurs him on to fuck in harder.

Daniel will pay tenfold in Terry’s bruises of passion tomorrow.

The smaller body easily taking what it’s being given, he’s too blissed on on both the drug and the pleasure which just feels so much more like this / heightened by the coke probably.

Breathy little moans and Terry is filling him not long after.

Daniel starts giggling again / and Terry looks at him.

“My ass hurts,” Daniel says as explanation and for some reason Daniel starts laughing harder at that.

At any rate, it doesn’t stop him for riding Terry later on.

Sorry This took so long and sorry if it’s not what you wanted/were expecting.

If you have a scenario you had in mind or want to share / feel free 😊

[kurimiaki]

T, R, N and P with Diluc please?

the uncrowned king of mondstadt, diluc ragnvindr.

yandere alphabet via dear-yandere! revisions i made are flaky so. my bad wwwww

cw: dark content, physical abuse, kidnapping, confinement, claustrophobia, extremely unhealthy relationship.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

Just because Diluc may be attending to business elsewhere, does not mean you are free from his heady grasp. Distant yet coddling; his attentiveness is a curse just as much as it can be a blessing. You’re never without security, that much is true. Dawn Winery is his eyes and ears, every single servant wrapped around his finger, wrapping around and constricting you. Self isolation could never be a possibility, not when Adelinde ushers you out of bed without a minute left to spare, always in such a hurry, as if wallowing in utter boredom for days on end is anything of importance. From the very beginning, Diluc had made it a point to ensure your physical health was a top priority to those surrounding you; strict itineraries have maids silently mourning over their packed workload. A plethora of duties— take you on brief walks outside the winery, never longer than 15 minutes, feed and serve meals delicately planned and catered to your health, eyes and ears constantly watching, watching, watching. They keep you like a dog on a leash, no matter how pampered. They do so dutifully. They must. Who could possibly decline such a hefty pay at the expense of silence?

It would be a blatant lie to say your physical health had declined any whilst under his... care, however, the same cannot be said for your mental well being. He can’t, despite how much he hates his inability to do so, prevent your tears. And by the archons, do you cry. Diluc is unable to approach you some days, those days when the illusion of normalcy and domestic living he works so hard to put up simply melts away, when you can do little more than curl in on yourself and wretch into your silk sheets with a litany of tears flush in your eyes. He wills himself to allow you the mercy of a few hours alone, albeit with check ups and that blatant discomfort of his when you wail at the slightest touch to your shoulder. Of course, it’s a different case entirely when such cries are symptom of punishment— whereas Diluc will weakly attempt to comfort you with softened eyes when you work yourself up, flaky and visibly uncomfortable, his resolution is unflinching and unwavering should you choose to act out of turn. Wail, sob, beg and beg for mercy, for forgiveness, his mask of nonchalance will stay firm.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

No. Diluc is understanding that the situation he has thrust you into may not be ideal, he anticipates a lack of reciprocation and overall resistance, but he feels absolutely no guilt. In his eyes, this is for the best, the world is much too cruel— who better than him to make that judgement for you? Even if you do prove yourself to be capable of taking care of yourself, (with Diluc himself to measure up to) this Darknight Hero will find every minute, minuscule little thing to prove you otherwise. Just about every one of your shortcomings Diluc will try and use to his advantage, to put himself in a better light. Who else is as capable as he is, who else can prove themselves worthy of your companionship, your devotion, in the ways that he has? The longer you stay in his grasp, not that the possibility of leaving will come otherwise, the more difficult it becomes to prove him wrong. He feeds you with the utmost care, keeps you healthy, entertains you should you need conversation or otherwise, and provides, provides, provides. There may be a lack of freedom on your end, but really, do you have much room to complain? Without him, you may very well be dead. He ensures that point is driven straight to your heart, however many times is necessary until you grow compliant.

His will and rationality is fully reasonable, in his mind, hence why his wishes to keep you by his side shall forever remain solid. Perhaps it is the idea of you keeping close to him that entraptures Diluc so entirely, for he is a distant admirer. He would be contented growing old and without your touch, merely sharing your company for as long as life allows. All the same, he wishes to swallow you whole, skin, blood, guts and tears, if only to keep you with him. It is selfish, but he tells himself that is something of which he is deserving. He must.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

Diluc is nothing if not dedicated to his goals, a driven man in everything he sets his mind to. In order to maintain the position he thrives in, he is forever alert, forever adapting, prepared for any strenuous situation thrown his way. Should you push past a line you are never meant to cross, jab at him a tad too harshly, well... it’s not as if he gives no thought as to how to keep you in line. Rarely are you knowing enough of his inner workings to be able to push him past the point of no return, a point where even you, his dearest, are not spared from his wrath. Emphasis on rare, for he is wholly tolerant and gentle with you, to an extent. Any person has a breaking point, and Diluc, despite his detached disposition and stoic attitude, can only withstand so much. He bottles up so much to remain composed, after all. When he snaps, he is unable to hold himself back any longer.

He is not one to take pleasure from the suffering of others. Lest they truly deserve it, is what he’ll tell himself, to at the very least maintain the illusion of normalcy. Sway not from the path of righteousness, forget not the splendor of dawn. His mind is able to concoct the most horrific scenarios he could possibly put you through, for he does the same with his enemies. In a way, when you act out of turn, an instinctual part of him, cultivated after years spent at the whims of the dangerous and unknown, sees you as just that— an enemy. He doesn’t often choose the more unsavory methods to keeping you in line, ie: beating or threatening you with his vision, further keeping true to said threats should you continue. Diluc is wholly capable of restraining the urge to simply slap the snark off of your face (he had done so regardless, once or twice), and much prefers isolating you on his own terms, away from everyone and everything, even himself. It’s a small room, not even on par with that of your shared bedroom, much more similar to a closet or crawlspace.

A room, but a cage all the same. Splintered wood floors, dank cobblestone surrounds you and few cracks in the stone leaves room for bugs of all nature to crawl through, allows the elements to rain hell upon you should you end up locked up during the harsher months. A lone maid, not even Adelinde, the head, attends to you, sparing meek glances should you call out when she gently places a meal of one roll, a piece of meat, and a few shoddily cut slabs of potato. No begging and weeping and screaming you may do will soften Diluc into coming back for you- again, his resolve is akin to that of steel, his will forever unyielding. He decides when you are thoroughly broken in, and when it is time to hold you in kind, he shines through like that of The Darknight Hero the people proclaim him to be. In the end, what is necessary is that he shows you how much better off you are when with him. He’s much too possessive and to a point, coddling, to ever consider discarding you into the wild and at the whims of hilichurl camps and abyss mages alike.

His hold is firm and grounding. Had he always been able to hold you with such ease? Had he ever truly held you in kind, as he does now? He’s warm. A familiar, comforting scent of smoke and acidic wine fills your senses and him, oh, him. He had left you, left you alone, all alone, in that room, not even a room, all alone, and yet you can do little more than gag and writhe and latch onto him with pleas of his name whispered hoarsely— ‘Diluc, Diluc, Diluc’. A cry of your savior.

He can’t look at you, won’t look at you. Won’t give you the mercy, but he couldn’t be angry. Not anymore. He holds you tighter and so flush to himself, with a ferocity narly shown to anyone but you, not in kind, not with this passion. You smell of dust, a husk of yourself. Faintly of his sheets, faintly of iron, of vomit, of filth.

Fresh memories of your betrayal burn hot in his mind. He’s contradicting himself. He cannot relent. It comes out as a whisper, barely even heard to himself, and he curses his very soul the moment it passes his lips.

“Strive to do better. Lest you want your time there to increase tenfold.”

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He can bear with defiance and unwillingness on your part, to an extent. He can anticipate as much, for he is not delusional enough to fool himself into thinking your relationship is even somewhat typical to that of a normal couple, no matter how much he wishes that to be the case. No, for the initial few weeks of your captivity (he’s always gotten so mad when you refer to him as such, a captor) Diluc allows you to lash and sob and attempt to reason with him, attempt to soften him, attempt to hurt him. He’ll allow you to do so, but he himself remains impenetrable, unblinking, almost uncaring. He is prepared for about anything and everything, always expecting the worse possibilities as to save himself from further harm. For you, as well, he is constantly anticipating and observing. In hidden, minute little ways. It may even come as a shame to him if the fact that he enforces the maids to note down your every little move ever reaches your ears.

All in all, Diluc’s complete preparation for anything and everything you may throw his way makes him extremely patient, for better or for worse. Difficult to crack, impenetrable, almost— on one hand, the distance he keeps from you to accommodate for your lack of reciprocation may come as a blessing, but it makes it all too difficult to try and pester him into letting you go, to try and understand his goals and motivations in keeping you locked right away. Your complacency is inevitable, sooner or later, Diluc will begin approaching and weaseling his way into your routine in the smallest of ways, gradually and unconsciously causing you to grow fonder of his presence. It’s a slow process, one he had planned from the very moment his wishes of a domestic life with you grew much too much to handle. He loves you completely, yearns for your love, and for it, he will wait as long as necessary.

Blazing red eyes leer down upon you, your shame increasing tenfold for each second that passes subjected to that gaze of his. A fit of expaseration, you will admit, had sent the cutlery dear Hillie had so delicately prepared flying off of the white tablecloth and onto the hardwood floors, further staining the expensive rugs with wines and crumbs and oils from his favorite meal, a concoction of pasta and steak and cheese. He had prepared yours alongside with it, striking tonight as a tad more special than the rest. You didn’t blame yourself for what you did, not when he had proposed something as outlandish as marriage.

He keeps silent, leaning back in his seat, his throne, as if he were a king observing a mere peasant begging for mercy— quite frankly, you should be. But perhaps tonight he will be more lenient, you ponder, averting your gaze to the flickering embers sparking from the fireplace beside you.

He sighs, suddenly, worn and thoroughly put out by your antics, further embarrassing you by his facade of nonchalance. No, you could tell from the way his leather gloves creaked from gripping himself too hard, he was barely concealing his own anger.

“You hardly let me finish my scentence. Come, we’ll continue this conversation upstairs.”

[whirling-fangs]

The touch of her little claws was felt tenfold by his sensitive skin. Her soothing motions seeped through the hide, and through his thick skull as well, his shoulders visibly relaxing as she went on.

Her questioning gaze didn't go unnoticed, as much as Inosuke would have preferred to stay silent. He could feel the concern oozing from her, and figured that he at least owed her an explanation. It was the least he could do to pay her back for her kindness.

Oh, how much he has changed under the Kamaboko squad's influence...

"It's just a nightmare. You know about those, right? Or maybe demons don't have nightmares, but... anyway. It's the things I see and hear and feel when I close my eyes. It feels real, so real that when I open my eyes again, it takes me a while to realize it wasn't. And then it's hard to breathe, and it hurts in here..."

A hand came to rest upon his own chest, about where his heart was. Usually.

"So I figured I should come here and wait the night out. It feels better outside. There's the wind, there's fresh air and all... and I didn't wanna wake up the others."

With how sharp his two comrades could be, Inosuke didn't doubt that being awake too long around them would rouse them as well.

"What 'bout you? Doesn't it get boring when you're up and awake all by yourself?"

whirling-fangs:

Night time rarely brought Inosuke any peace or quiet. It was the time of all the dangers, when the most dangerous predators roamed, in a quest for a vulnerable little creature. Even within the safety of the butterfly estate, Inosuke couldn't quite relax.

Inosuke considered taking off, but his underlings were still in there, while he sat on the rooftops. All three of them were once more assigned to rest... but Inosuke couldn't accept it. The wind gently brushed against his skin, the cold hardly bothering him.

He was so deeply lost in his thoughts that he failed to feel a peculiar disturbance in the air around him. When the small hand plopped atop his cranium, and patted the space between the boar's fluffy ears, he was too stunned to move.

"What d'you think you're do–" The snarl died in his throat as he turned around, and recognized the small frame of his third underling. She wore a gentle expression, so alike her brother's. Kind and reassuring.

Inosuke recalled how Monjirou would often pat the little one's head as a gesture of comfort. The demon must be have felt his distress, and was now replicating it.

"...Thanks. It's fine now. I'm okay."

The mansion is a safe place. Tucked away from the outside world and isolated from other demons, Nezuko is free to stretch her legs and roam the property. It's a privilege for the little demon to feel comfortable in any environment, and not one she takes for granted. Ever since the loss of her humanity, this is the only place that feels like it could be home.

She knows where her people are supposed to be. When Nezuko passes the room housing her companions, she expects everyone to be sleeping peaceful. The absence of Inosuke comes as a surprise, but not an immediate cause for alarm. Aside from the girl demon herself, he seemed to have the most heightened senses of their group. It only made sense that the going ons of the night life could disturb him.

But as the boar fails to cross her path, she begins to intentionally seek him out. When Nezuko catches sight of Inosuke, he's perched on the mansion's rooftop. Usually animated and reactive, Inosuke is unnaturally tense and still. Almost as if he were anticipating an attack from an enemy that wasn't there.

Navigating her way towards him, Nezuko expects some sort of loud acknowledgement of her presence. When it doesn't come, worry crosses the girl's expression. She's a breath away, and it's like he can't even see her. Touch is firm but gentle as a clawed hand rests atop the Inosuke's boar head. Slowly, fingers comb through his fur as a means of drawing his attention.

When Inosuke speaks, concern eases slightly from round features. Sharp demon gaze stares into the boar's eyes, searching for any sort of explanation for his behaviour. Unsatisfied, Nezuko's head tilts to the side, as if to ask why the boy had come out here.

[drxwsyni]

genshin hc’s - what makes them snap

characters: Kaeya, Diluc, Childe anonymous asked: “could I request what makes kaeya, diluc and childe (separately) snap?” a/n: of course, ty for the request bby <3 warnings: physical & verbal abuse, injury, swearing, general yandere themes

Kaeya

•   He snaps when you snap - that moment when you laugh in his face and call him pathetic for how hard he tries, yet still fails to be the person you need. Kaeya’s the one who should be finding joy in other’s conflict, and sometimes their suffering, not you. To have those harsh and truthful words shoved in his face in such a familiar manner breaks something inside of him that he didn’t even know existed.

•   Kaeya realizes you’re right, he tries so hard to win you over, despite it being all for naught when his sadistic personality ruins things in the end. It was never supposed to be a problem though - you were supposed to just put up with him, because he refused to give you another option. No relationship is easy after all. And, he hoped that you’d be too scared of him to be so defying.

•   Apparently that isn’t the case when you just keep going, calling him a parasite with how he’s leeched to your side, always ruining your chances of making friends in Mondstadt. Hell, at this point you should just leave the region all together, your reputation being tainted by his presence. 

The second such words fall from your lips, a gloved hand comes down on your face, the sting shooting across your cheek.

“Shut your fucking mouth.”

You’d never heard such desperation in Kaeya’s tone before, never felt his strength first hand. If anything told you of the line you’d crossed, that’d be it. There’s a moment of silence between the two of you, in which you’re inwardly praying he’ll storm off to cool down. You don’t have to look at him to know the look of uncontained rage on his face, and you don’t try upon hearing him draw closer, boots loud against hard tile.

“Here I was thinking you’d finally learnt your place.” He didn’t bother restraining himself, a hand quickly gripping your upper arm in a painful, vice like hold. “Oh, but don’t worry―” with an alarming pace, Kaeya began practically towing you behind him towards your shared bedroom, “―I’ll do whatever is necessary to re-acquaint you, sweetheart.”

Diluc

•   There’s not much you can do to deter Diluc. He’s painfully stubborn, your words not phasing him. He loves you too much to let you go, so there isn’t a single thing you could do or say to sway him. 

•   As such, it’s not really what you do that makes him snap, but what others do. 

•   An injury is what makes Diluc lose all self control. The second he takes his eyes off of you, gives you too much freedom - it nearly costs you your life. 

•   Wherever it is you go down, you’ll still wake up in a place none other than his residence, under the care of personal healers that he pays whatever sum needed to bring you back to good health, and to make sure they keep your condition a secret.

•   Nobody knows where you’ve gone, and he intends to keep it that way. The mere thought of putting you in that kind of danger again, or losing you entirely - nothing makes Diluc more sick. Any length to keep you sealed off from the world isn’t too much, not after seeing you on death’s door. 

•   If you thought he was stubborn, controlling to no ends before, it’s only worsened tenfold now. He never wanted things to go this far, truly wishing for the day he’d have a normal and domestic relationship with you. That’s in the past now though, not even mad at the ways he must keep you in line, so as long as it means you’re safe at the end of the day

You’d actually managed to get pretty far this time, making it all the way to the front entrance of his manor. Unfortunately, your timing couldn’t have been any worse, Diluc swinging open the heavy wooden doors just as you reached for the handle. 

It’s okay, you told yourself, there’ll always be a next time.

Now, as you plead for Diluc to calm down, having been sent into a fit if fiery rage seeing you outside your room, you're not too sure there will be a next time.

Finally, the man stills, taking a moment before regarding you with a glare that could kill. “No more chances - if you even so much as think of pulling something like this again, I’ll hurt you so bad you won’t be able to take a single step without my help.”

Childe

•   Childe needs your attention like he needs to breathe. It’s unfortunate that his duties as a Harbinger often keep him away from you, and so the time he does get to spend in your presence is very precious. 

•   You learn quickly how he thrives off of getting a reaction from you, of being close and the feeling of your body against his. Depriving him of that is the only way to get to him. Childe doesn’t care all that much if you hate him, so as long as you’re not focusing on anyone else. 

•   At first, he’ll take you ignoring him as a challenge. A battle for dominance that he must win. And he tries hard in that battle - Childe is nothing if not a determined fighter. He might start out with innocent means to garner your attention, but that won’t last long. 

•   His constant teasing is bad, the far too intimate touches and heavily suggestive words whispered softly in your ear - but it’s nothing compared to the measures Childe will take should you continue to pretend he doesn’t exist. 

•   Starting fights with innocent people right in front of you, slaughtering his own soldiers should they disobey him - if it gets a reaction, he’s happy. Except he doesn’t realize it’s just pushing you away more. 

•   He snaps when you do the worst thing possible - try and leave him all together. 

Even being the hardened warrior Childe is, he still gave pause from the intense emotional shock when you were nowhere to be seen in your shared bedroom. Hours later, his heart still beat a thousand miles per minute. He’d personally tracked you down, carried you home and chained you up.

You were finally paying attention to him, and he suspected it had something to do with the bloodbath you witnessed on the way back. Well, there was that, and the deep set look of unhingedness in Childe’s eyes. 

He knew what he was doing - how he was scaring you. It’s not like it wasn’t obvious - what with the way you were shaking like a leaf in his lap. You both knew what was coming, how he’d make you regret ever leaving him, which likely made the wait the worst part.

For now, he wanted to bask in the effect he has on you. Of how it makes him feel powerful, seen after so long of being disregarded. 

His perfect little darling, not a thought in your mind that didn’t revolve solely around Childe.

[kalorphic]

Hello, I am somehow, still thinking about my MC in the K/MC/Noah dynamic so I will make it your problem 💖

As an explanation, my MC for Novaturient is ridiculously smart and equally ridiculously oblivious to romantic advances towards her (somehow, though, as long as it isn’t her she can sus out when people like each other like a bloody hound) . While she is incredibly confident about her ability, she has spent her life in academic efforts and striving towards achievements so her love live has fallen to the side. As in, she might have dated people before but that happened because they went to her and had to straight up tell her they wanted to date her. This and the fact that my MC has incredibly high opinion of K and tends to be painfully honest when in high stress situations in which people she cares about could be hurt combines into three hilarious dynamics: the original MC/K dynamic, in which MC thinks K is too good for her but she loves them and wants the best for them, so she is endearingly earnest with them and compliments them all the time. Cue K blushing and MC going “??? How odd. Are they sick or something? Overheating?”. Also for extra stupidity from the MC part, while she is aware that K is nicer to her than anyone else she thinks is mostly because they see her as this adorable little munchkin behind the screen who is firmly in the friendzone. The MC/Noah dynamic. whoever, is like, the opposite. In this dynamic MC is running on pure Fear For K and Spite and probably little sleep so her charm (which usually works well for her) it’s g o n e and she ends up losing some of her filter when she sees the "supervillain" of the equation and says something along the lines of "You are too smart and attractive to be doing this, shame on you. " Banter ensues from then on in which MC is always complimenting Noah while somehow insulting them at the same time. Imagine: Listen, you are stupidly pretty and I know you are smart. Why in the WORLD would you plan to conquer the world? Like, dude. You have the money, just buy a president. There. Simple.” Now, finally, when the time for the MC/K/Noah dynamic is more settled, she has two settings: shit stirrer (as in she purposely adds oil to the fire of their arguments  so she can go "Now Kiss 💖", occasionally piping in and agreeing with one side or the other just to see more chaos ) and amused watcher (in which she is just chilling and watching them go at it like, "I love these idiots 💖, they are my idiots 💖 )

Also, as you can see, I still can’t decide which version of Noah or K I want to smooch, my life is so hard😔

You @ Noah & K / me @ your MC & K & Noah

Oh man I love the whole extremely competent but oblivious as hell when it comes to love trope, it’s offers so much tension…

I feel bad for K already lol! They’re getting complimented by the woman they’re in love with, who seems to be doing it in a completely platonic way, and every time it happens, they s u f f e r because they are also an oblivious idiot (affectionate) 💕

Noah would be both super amused and super endeared to your MC. Also they’re a massive cherry picker, so they just do not hear the insults 🙉

I can imagine Noah actually being the first to figure out that the cursed poly could be a possibility and just flirts with both of them super obviously to the point that your MC and K just could not mistake for anything else lol

Noah: I love both of you

K: ???

MC: in a platonic way?

Noah: no, like I wanna kiss you both and introduce you to my family and spend the rest of my life with you kind of way

Noah: oblivious idiots 🥰

Shit stirrer MCs in the cursed poly are so valid, but be warned, if they catch on…they’re going to pay you back tenfold 👀

[amee-racle-ofmyown]

A Word of Warning

The Garden of Obsession Day 1: Begonia — Beware | Ray | Warnings: strangling, drug abuse (elixir and torture, if you catch my drift)

‘He’s... hurt me severely in the past, and my Saviour as well. I’d like to tell you more, but it’s all so painful to recall.’

Ray looked askance. He sounded genuine. There was this sense of a deep pain running through his hate and fear as he spoke, and yet... could anyone blame you for doubting his words? No matter how sweetly he spoke, it was undeniable that he had deceived you. He had lied to your face repeatedly and still had the audacity to accuse V of being a liar.

No amount of honeyed praise, gentle touches or tender longing in his mint eyes could mask the fact that he had used you.

You trusted V. That much you knew.

You found it hard to believe that the same person who worried over your safety, and who’s voice alone brought you such peace of mind, could ever have done anything to invoke such hostility in a man as seemingly kind and tender as Ray.

You wanted to hear everyone’s side to this story, one you could only guess was a messy web of secrets spun over a long period of time. No doubt it would be challenging and possibly dangerous to unravel. You only hoped you could do it without anyone getting hurt.

Ray took your hands in his, a pleading look on his face.

‘I hope you’ll be careful, [Y/N]. I hope you won’t trust him more than me. Stay here where I can keep you safe. Please.’

***

‘Say that name again and I’ll strangle you!’ The warning tone of his voice might have made him heed his threat, had V been conscious enough to process it fully. His mind was hazy from the drugs and every inch of his body was burning, his head spinning. Sharp green eyes a single constant as his vision blurred in and out of clarity.

‘Saeran.. Saeran-’ the mint-haired man begged in his dazed state before coughing and sputtering as the younger man wrapped gloved hands around his throat.

‘What did I just say...? Huh?!’

He let go and V dropped further onto the floor, continuing to cough and choke. Ray reached for the elixir bottle, forcing him to drink the remaining liquid, barely giving him a chance to catch his breath.

Ray could practically feel the adrenalin coursing through him. His heart was thrumming rapidly with exileration, high on the power he held over the man he saw as a traitor.

A spiteful voice in is head was saying, ‘More. It’s not enough. Make him pay for every one of his sins. He’s the Devil. He deserves this tenfold.’

Though the voice often scared Ray, it was tempting to listen. But in the back of his mind he knew that if he went too far, The Saviour may be upset. Though he couldn’t understand why... She was far too kind to this hypocrite.

He stared down at him with disdain.

‘It’s your fault they don’t trust me... If you hadn’t come and ruined everything, we could be happy together right now... I warned them to be cautious of you but it seems you still got to them. I won’t forgive you for trying to trick my precious prince/ss.’

His fists clenched.

But it’s fine, hahaha. We’ll have all the time we need. My Saviour is fond of them, I’m sure she’ll tell them everything you’ve done. They’ll soon come around, and I will make sure not to let you come near them.’

‘They’re mine. I plan to keep them safe. I won’t let you corrupt them like you corrupted him.’

[chezzywezzy]

Hope the move isn't too stressing on you!

Well, I'm average height with curly hair and I'm in general pretty chill. I love to wear dresses and skirts since they're so flowy and fresh and although I'm not the most athletic person I still enjoy swimming as a sport.

As for fandom I prefer Batman.

You’re definitely attracting the attention of Selina/Catwoman. Thanks for the request, and the move was great! I plan to get back to posting soon, maybe Sunday or Monday, but I'm still settling in.

Right away, Selina knew you didn’t fit in at the Iceberg Lounge. Maybe you were there with friends, maybe you’re there for the extraordinary alcohol, or maybe you’re just stepping outside your comfort zone. Either way, your cute, innocent, and demure stature throws her off.

Whether you slide into a booth or you pull up to the bar or you’re dancing, Selina can’t help it. She wants to find a way to approach you. She’s not used to feeling this way toward someone since her entire life had been fairly isolated. However, there was just something about you. Maybe it was the poodle skirt and matching flannel shirt you were wearing that didn’t match the scene at all, but she wanted to talk to you.

She may have been on the job, but she saddled up to you with a drink tray in hand. The club was crowded and her voice could barely be heard, but she got your attention anyways. You were even more stunning in person. 

She’s not the best at starting the conversation. So, she settles with complimenting your outfit. You’re confused as to why a worker was engaging with you, but she’s a very attractive woman, so what was there to complain about?

However, you probably don’t return. It’s a shady place. And, of course, Selina has to move on with her life, despite how incredible the interaction had been. Selina had better things to do, such as paying the bills and working out.

But... maybe it was fate. A few weeks later, you returned. This time, definitely with friends, but Selina couldn’t help but feel the spark again. The only difference is that this time, she felt it to be fate. 

You two talked again, and this solidified something. A friendship, a budding romance, a fleeting spark. And as tired as Selina always was during the daytime, she was sure that she’d have to rework her schedule to fit you in. After all, you weren’t the type to go out at night, even if your sleep schedule was abysmal.

It may take a few weeks or months, but you two begin dating. And right away, Selina’s red flags became known. She was insecure and clingy. Possessive and jealous. Passive aggressive and anti-talking-things-out. And, of course, she come sup with excuse for every error.

‘You’ll get hurt if you visit me at work,’ ‘you’ll get hurt if you keep working,’ it’s not safe to hang out with your friends anymore,’ etc. Selina is delusional. Not only because it’s her first relationship and not only because of her upbringing, but because Gotham was riddled with danger and, as much as she trusted you, she didn’t trust anyone else around her.

As the relationship progresses, Selina opens up. About her secret identity as Catwoman, her almost-romance with Anika, and her almost-romance with Batman. Each more heartbreaking, but if it had gotten her to being with you, she was grateful. You were kind and patient. 

However, it was really up to you whether it was worth pursuing the unhealthy and toxic relationship, despite Selina’s sad past. You decide :

To stay : with all of her unhealthy flaws, it’s alright. She’d change with time, surely. She was just raised - or the lack thereof - incorrectly, and with love and care she could see the error in her ways. Selina is glad that you’re finally settling down, but maybe you do have a point.

Maybe she should stop stalking you in her Catwoman costume when you went out. Maybe she should stop insisting you have a gun on you at all times. Maybe she could trust that you could handle yourself. 

Or, maybe, this was her chance to up your protection tenfold. It’s not like you’d have the gaul to bring it up now that you’re fully committed. It could help if she toned down the stalking and controlling measures. But, it didn’t matter, because whatever she planned to do, you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon.

To break up : Selina is heartbroken. She would beg and cry and scream and grab you, but you’d walk out of her apartment nonetheless. She understood, though. She was flawed. But had it really been that bad? 

You were just like Anika and Batman, and she was pissed. Neither of her semi-exes were to blame. Anika had been murdered and was straight. Batman was too much of a brooder and focused on taking care of Gotham. And you... were totally brainwashed. 

As angry and desperate as she was, this would only fuel her red flags. She’s still stalk you. She’d still track your phone. She’d still break into your apartment. She’d just do it sneakily while trying to figure out how to get you back. She knew you were the one. It was all about proving it to you.

[morgana-ren]

You think Shig would order you to sit on his face?

Oh yeah, oh fuckin’ yeah. Big time. 

He usually likes to be the one in control, but he’s also fairly skilled at remaining dominant when it comes to him being in the position of giver rather than receiver. Not to mention there’s something just so cute about watching you pretend to be the one in control of the situation when you’re riding his face with reckless abandon and falling apart at the seams because you can’t even control yourself, let alone him.

He think of it as a little treat. He’s stern, but he’s not a tyrant. When you’ve been a good little girl, he’s happy to reward you in the way you deserve. 

So he’ll lie down flat on the bed and beckon you forward, letting you straddle his scrawny hips and kiss him as he runs his hands up and down your waist. You know you’re being rewarded because he’s being oddly tender with you, letting you take the lead as you kiss him and run your hands through his hair and yank and pull as much as delights you. It’s a rare occasion that you’re allowed free access to his body, so he knows that you’ll take advantage of it.

He’ll coax your clothes off of you, letting you stay on top and grind on him to your hearts content, teasing you with his fingertips until you’re pulling his pants down over his legs, desperate for more. But even when he’s bared to you, he doesn’t let you touch him for long. He puts his hands on the thick of your thighs, bringing you upward toward his face, grinning up at you as he lowers you down onto his mouth. It’s a shock, to be sure, but like hell you’re going to pass up the opportunity.

His tongue against your slit is more than enough, but the unique texture of his chapped lips and scarred skin is just perfect for riding his face. Every movement is a new sensation, and he doesn’t mind as you test the waters one bit. It’s actually kind of adorable, the way you lose your inhibitions and any sense of shame when you hump his face and use him for your own pleasure. 

He’ll pull you down harder so as to reach further up inside of you with his tongue, grinding you down on his nose as he laps and slurps at your core. The alphabet, random designs, you name it, he’ll doodle it between your legs. He knows how sensitive you can be when properly stimulated, and he gets his jollies teasing you, making you whine and bend the rules he’s set just to chase your euphoria. 

His fingertips dig into the meat of your ass as you grip the bedframe for support, gyrating your hips against his face so hard that you’re almost certain he’s going to suffocate. If that’s even a possibility, he’s showing no signs at all of it or any discomfort, and even as you’re so certain that he can’t breathe, he refuses to budge from beneath you.

You can’t see it, but he’s smiling. Especially when he feels your hole clench around his tongue, juices trailing down his chin. You’re close to coming and he knows it. So he helps you out a little, maneuvering your hips against his face for you as you start to slip into your orgasmic state. Even though he can’t see you, imagining the faces you’re making is payment enough for the gift he’s giving you. Not to mention the fact you’ll be paying it back tenfold.

Finally, you’ll cum on his face. He’s no hypocrite; The same way he demands that you swallow every drop of him, he’ll make sure that every last ounce of you finds its way into his mouth. Even when your legs start to quake and you come down from your high, he’s not letting you off of him. He’ll keep swirling his tongue around your most sensitive part until you’re crying and begging him to stop. The overstimulation is too much, it almost hurts, but you didn’t think you were getting off that easy, did you?