#and he matches my freak so well and he’s such a comforting presence

[encyclop3dia]

chat is it possible to be too attracted to your boyfriend

[sargeant-bxrnes]

you’re how i pray.

summary: reluctantly, you found yourself reaching out to the church for guidance, to better your “wrongs.” only to meet father charlie and realize there was a whole world of sins you’ve yet to indulge in. [REQUESTED.]

pairings: charlie mayhew x fem!reader

warnings: conversations about religion and moral, blasphemy (?), charlie is a manipulative freak!. SMUT: this is DIRTYYYY, fingering (fem), oral (fem), unprotected sex, manhandling, dirty talk.

WC: 3.6K (sorry, i got into it)

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Your steps echoed against the cold stone floors of the church. The towering figure of your aunt walked ahead, moving with self-righteous purpose. You rolled your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek to stifle the irritation that boiled beneath your skin.

Of course, therapy had been a good start. You had actually been making progress, learning to manage your anger, to quiet the voice inside you that urged you to rebel against every rule, every boundary. But your family… they believed therapy wasn’t enough. They had another solution.

Father Charlie. You had heard of him. A young priest, charismatic and well-liked by the community.

Your aunt wasted no time, walking straight up to the office where Father Charlie stood. His presence was larger than life, draped in his priestly robes, and yet his eyes—those piercing brown eyes—held a spark that didn’t quite match the image of a humble servant of God.

“Father Charlie, thank you for meeting with us,” your aunt began, already launching into a tirade about you. Words like rebellious, problematic, and sinful spilled out as though they had been rehearsed. You stood there, arms crossed, glaring at the rows of candles flickering on the altar.

Father Charlie nodded sympathetically but his gaze never left you. He didn’t interrupt your aunt’s sermon, though, and once the woman was satisfied that she had delivered enough holy condemnation, she patted you on the shoulder.

“Father Charlie will talk to you, sweetie. He’ll help you.”

With that, your aunt left, leaving behind a cloud of forced piety. The silence settled in as Father Charlie waited until the doors shut behind her.

“Guessing by your expression, I’m sure this wasn’t your first option, coming to me.” he said, his voice unexpectedly soft.

You shrugged, leaning back against one of the wooden furnitures of his office. “Yeah. My family has unfortunately convinced themselves that I’m a lost cause, and that only God can save me. Or so.”

Father Charlie smiled, and something about it made you feel more cautious than comforted. “Why do you think people see you that way?”

The question took you by surprise. Not the usual condescending lecture, not yet, anyway. “Because I don’t see the point in all these rules they’re obsessed with. I do whatever I want, and that annoys people. We’re born into this world, and instead of living the lives we want, we’re told what to do from the moment we can speak. Doesn’t that sound a little… cruel to you?”

“Rules are there to keep the community together. Without them, society would fall apart.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Maybe. But what’s the point if those rules only help some people? The rich keep getting richer, while the rest of us… we’re always at the bottom. And that’s okay as long as we obey, right?”

“So, you think life is about doing whatever you want? No restrictions at all?”

“Not exactly,” you said. “I just think people should be free to make their own choices. To live without constant guilt and fear hanging over them. This whole idea that we’re supposed to follow blindly or be damned… it doesn’t sit right with me.”

The priest studied you for a moment, and you could feel the intensity of his gaze. “Do you believe in God?”

Your lips pressed together in a thin line. “I don’t know. Maybe there’s something out there, something bigger than us. But the people in this community? The hypocrisy. The way they use their faith to control others. It’s toxic.”

Father Charlie nodded slowly. “You’re not the first to feel that way. But you’re not as alone as you think, either.”

“What do you mean?”

His smile was back, but this time, it held something else. Something darker. “Let’s just say… not everyone in this church follows the rules as strictly as you might think.”

A shiver crept down your spine, but you couldn’t tell if it was fear or something else. His words, his tone—they didn’t match the image of the holy man you had been expecting. You sat down on the couch, to keep some distance.

“Let’s talk more,” he said, his voice dropping an octave. “I’m curious about your thoughts on freedom. On life… on sin.”

Your pulse quickened as he took a seat next to you, far too close for comfort, but you didn’t move. There was something magnetic about him. Dangerous, but magnetic.

“You know,” Charlie began, his fingers lightly tracing the soft edge of the couch beneath both, “a lot of people in your position feel trapped by expectations. You said it yourself: you don’t like the way rules seem to be designed to keep some people down.”

You nodded slowly, unsure where this was leading, but already feeling a shift in the atmosphere.

He tilted his head, his gaze holding yours, and there was a glimmer of amusement—something almost wicked—in his eyes. “You’re not wrong to want freedom. To want more. But what you have to understand is that most people… they’re too afraid to admit it.”

“Too afraid?”

“Yes. They bury their desires under obedience, hoping it will make them feel whole. But deep down, they crave… more. They want to push against those boundaries.” He leaned in closer, his tone growing silkier. “Don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” you said, though you did know. It just didn’t feel safe to admit it—not to yourself, and definitely not to him. “I mean, I get frustrated, but… it’s not like I’m going to rebel against everything.”

“What if you did? What if, just for a moment, you allowed yourself to explore that side of you? The one that questions. The one that craves freedom… and maybe, other things?” Charlie’s eyes sparkled with something that felt far more dangerous than faith.

Other things. The way he said it, as if it were an invitation, hung heavily between both. You could feel the tension building, the heat.

“I think…” you started, your voice shaky, “I think people would lose their minds if I did something like that.”

His lips curled into a slow, knowing grin. “Maybe that’s exactly what they need.”

He let the words sink in before continuing, his voice dipping into something darker, more seductive. “You don’t need to live your life based on what others expect of you. There’s power in choosing for yourself.“

This conversation wasn’t going the way you’d imagined. You had expected judgment, correction—but instead, he was… encouraging you.

“What do you want?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper now.

You looked away, feeling a flush creep up your neck. “I don’t know.”

“You’re lying,” Charlie said softly, his voice dipping even lower. “I think you know exactly what you want. You just haven’t allowed yourself to feel it fully.”

Your heart pounded against your ribs, and you couldn’t ignore the way his words wrapped around you like a dark temptation. There was a part of you that did want something—something wild, something free, something dangerous. But this? Here? With him?

“It’s okay to admit it,” Charlie said, leaning closer, his lips dangerously close to your ear now. “Sometimes… surrendering to what you really desire is more powerful than fighting it.”

Your breath caught, and for a second, you leaned into him, drawn by the magnetism of his words. It was intoxicating—the way he seemed to know exactly what to say. But you pulled back, confusion warring with the strange attraction that was blooming inside you.

“You’re a priest,” you said, as though reminding him—and yourself—would somehow break the spell.

Charlie chuckled, the sound low and smooth. “I am. But that doesn’t mean I don’t understand temptation. Sin is… fascinating, isn’t it? Especially the kind that makes you question everything you thought you knew about yourself.”

There was something so wrong about this conversation, and yet, you couldn’t deny the pull. The way he was making you feel—seen, understood, even desired—was something you hadn’t expected to find in this place.

He held your gaze, his confidence palpable. “You crave connection. An escape from the chains of expectation. You want to live life on your terms, even if that means stepping outside the lines drawn by those who think they know better. I admire that.”

“You really don’t know what you’re getting into,” you said, trying to regain some control.

“Perhaps,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up in that infuriatingly charming way. “But what if I’m willing to take that risk? To explore those uncharted waters with you?”

“Is that what you do with all the girls who come in here, Father?” you shot back, trying to mask the way your pulse quickened at the thought.

“Most don’t provoke me the way you do,” he said, his voice low and velvety. “They’re afraid to stray too far from the righteous path. But you… you have a light about you that beckons me closer. It’s intoxicating.”

Your cheeks warmed under his intense scrutiny, but you quickly shook your head, refusing to be swayed. “You shouldn’t say things like that. You’re a priest.”

“Ah, but that’s the thing, isn’t it?” he replied smoothly, his gaze unflinching. “What does that really mean? I wear the collar, sure, but I’m also a man—one who understands the darker desires that lie beneath the surface. You’re drawn to them, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I’m just curious,” you replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“Curiosity is a dangerous game,” he said, his voice a seductive whisper. “Especially when it leads you to someone like me. You could explore all the answers to your questions, and perhaps even find the absolution you didn’t know you were seeking—if you dare to take that step.”

“And what’s the price for that?” you challenged, not ready to give in but undeniably intrigued.

“Just your trust,” he said, his gaze piercing through your defenses. “Let me guide you. Allow me to show you that the rules can bend, that the lines can blur. And in return, you’ll discover a side of yourself you never knew existed. It’s a fair exchange, don’t you think?”

“Maybe,” you finally replied, your voice barely above a whisper, “but I’m not so easily led.”

He leaned in closer, their faces mere inches apart. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

He ran his thumb delicately along your lower lip. “Lose yourself in me. Let me be your forbidden pleasure, your dark indulgence. Together, we can create a sin so divine, it will set your soul free.”

You feel his thumb diving inside your mouth. He pressed his thumb deeper, exploring the warm, wet cavern of your mouth as if mapping your innermost terrain.

“Mmmm, so eager to please," he purred, his other hand sliding down your side to grip your hip, holding you steady. "Your mouth was made for sin." With a subtle twist, he coaxed your tongue to swirl around the intrusion, a sinful game of give-and-take that left you breathless and wanting more. "Such a willing little temptress,"

And before you can process, he’s kissing you. And things gets heated, fast. It doesn’t seem to matter that you both were sitting on the couch from his office, inside the church. He claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue plunging in to dance with yours in a primal, urgent rhythm. The scent of your arousal mingled with the musky undertones of his cologne, fogging the air with a heady, addictive haze. His hands roamed your body, possessive and demanding, as he pulled you closer, his own arousal throbbing against the confines of his trousers.

“So sweet," he growled against your lips, breaking the kiss only to nip and suck his way down your neck, leaving a trail of heated, open-mouthed kisses. "Such a delicious little sin."

His fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of your blouse, revealing the lacy bra beneath and the creamy swells of your breasts. You gasped, feeling his lips on your skin. Desperate and wanton, hungry.

He kissed and licked a path downward, pausing to toy with the lacy edge of your bra before tugging the delicate fabric aside with his teeth. His hot mouth closed over the swell of your breast, his tongue swirling to coax forth a responsive moan. His lips slid lower, fixating on your nipple. He suckled, the rhythmic pull of his lips and the scrape of his teeth sending jolts of pleasure-pain shooting through your sensitive flesh.

“Mmmm, you taste so divine," he purred, his free hand sliding up your thigh to brush against the damp fabric of your panties. "Every inch of you is made for sin."

You could foresee his intentions even before he started to move. His lips went lower down your chest, over your stomach, to the waistband of your skirt. With practiced ease, he slid his hands down your curves, peeling away the last of your garments with a hunger that bordered on reverence.

Your skirt and panties joined the discarded heap of your blouse and bra on the floor, leaving you bare and vulnerable beneath his intense scrutiny. His eyes raked over you, drinking in every inch of exposed flesh as if committing it to memory. The sight of you, spread out before him, was a feast for his sinful appetites.

“Exquisite," he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "You're a vision of decadence. I'm going to indulge in every moment of our encounter, savoring every morsel of pleasure you offer me."

With that, he sank to his knees before you, his fingers brushing against your inner thighs as he gazed up at you with a wicked promise in his eyes. He leaned in, his breath a hot whisper against your most intimate flesh.

And he went at it, eager to devour. He started off with a long, languid lick with the flat of his tongue, licking from the edge of your slit all the way to the clit. It was utterly sinful, erotic.

He lapped at you, his long, dexterous tongue swirling and delving with a sinful expertise that made you gasp and squirm. The flat of his tongue glided along your slit, gathering your sweet essence before he darted the tip to tease the sensitive bump of your clit. He licked and suckled, alternating between long, languid strokes and fast, frantic jabs of his tongue, each one designed to drive you a little crazier with need.

“You taste so good,," he purred, his words muffled against your pulsing flesh. "I could eat this sweet cunt all day and never tire of it."

Two fingers slipped inside you, stretching and filling you as his tongue continued its relentless assault. He pumped them in and out, matching the rhythm of his tongue's movements as he brought you closer to the edge. His fingers curled, seeking that special spot that would send you plummeting into ecstasy. With each pass, his touch grew firmer, more insistent, as if trying to coax the very essence of your being from your depths. His lips and tongue never ceased their worship of your clit, suckling and flicking against the throbbing nub in a maddening dance of pleasure and desperation.

He could feel you teetering on the brink, your sweet cum flooding his fingers as your hips bucked and writhed in mindless need. His tongue worked frantically against your clit, a dizzying whirl of licks and suckles that left you breathless and begging for more. One last, long lick, and you were sent hurtling over the edge, your orgasm ripping through like a thunderclap.

“Yes," he hummed, his voice a reverent whisper. "Let it happen. Let me feel you cum for me." And as the waves of your climax crashed over you, he remained, drinking in every last drop of your release like a man dying of thirst.

And you thought that would be it, but no. He rearranged you, laying you down as he stripped off his cassock in a hurried tug. The garment joined the pile of your clothes, and he wasted no time unfastening his belt and shucking off his trousers. His massive cock sprang free, the thick, pulsing length already flushed and throbbing with need.

He loomed over you, his thick, throbbing cock jutting out before him like a red-hot brand, burning with the need for release. With a knee, he pushed your legs apart, spreading you in blatant invitation, before positioning himself between your thighs. One hand tipped your chin up, forcing you to meet his burning gaze as he lined himself up with your most intimate entrance.

“Last chance to turn back," he growled, the tip of his cock notched against your aching flesh. "Once I sink into you, there's no going back. You'll be mine, body and soul." He paused, his expression almost wistful. "But I know you won't refuse me. You want this, as much as I do."

With that, he surged forward, burying himself in your warmth with a groan of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

He filled you slowly, deliberately, each inch a decadent slide into heaven as he stretched you impossibly wide around his girth. The sensation was overwhelming, the burn of his intrusion mixing with the sweet, tingling pleasure that only he could evoke. When he finally bottomed out, he paused, savoring the feeling of being completely sheathed within you. He was huge, and you could feel every throbbing inch of him as he pulsed and twitched inside you.

“So perfect," he breathed, his voice low and husky with satisfaction. He took a deep breath, his forehead coming to rest against yours as he fought to regain his composure. "You were made for me. Every curve, every hollow, every inch of your sweet cunt is tailor-made to take my cock."

He began to move, slow and deep at first, withdrawing until only the thick head remained before plunging back in, his strokes growing firmer, more insistent as he lost himself in the mindless pleasure of the joining. — He took you like a man possessed, his pace growing faster, more erratic as he chased his release. The couch creaked in protest beneath both, the sound mingling with the ragged breathing and the obscene squelch of his cock sliding in and out of your soaked pussy. Your back arched, pushing your pert breasts toward his devouring mouth as he feasted on one while still pounding into you. He growled against your skin, the vibrations adding another layer of sensation to the maelstrom of pleasure wracking your body.

Your eyes rolled back, feeling him pounding deep into your cunt as he suckled your tit. Wary, you used a hand to cover your mouth, trying to muffle the sound.

His mouth left your breast with a wet pop, and he sealed his lips over yours in a fierce, dominating kiss. His tongue invaded, claiming yours in a sensual dance that left both breathless. All the while, he continued his relentless pace, his cock pistoning in and out of you with brutal efficiency. He could feel your walls fluttering around him, your sweet cream coating his shaft as you teetered on the brink of another orgasm. With a groan, he broke the kiss, his eyes blazing with a primal intensity as he prepared to unleash his own release.

“Cum for me," he commanded, his voice a raw, desperate snarl. "Take my cock, just like that. Fuck- come for me. Come on my cock.”

The mix of the sensations and the sheer desperation on his voice, how needy it suddenly sounded did it for you. As your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave, your inner walls clamped down around him like a vice, cum gushing out to coat his cock and balls. The sensation was enough to tip him over the edge, and with a hoarse bellow, he buried himself to the hilt and came, his thick seed pulsing deep inside you as his body shuddered and spasmed.

“Fuck!" he gasped, his hands gripping your hips like an anchor as he rode out the waves of his climax. "Yes... oh, god... yes..." He collapsed on top of you, his weight pressing you into the couch as he struggled to catch his breath.

As you recovered, you started to process. Thinking to yourself. Did you- did you just fuck a priest? Maybe you ARE as troublesome as people claim.

He slowly pulled out of you, his softening cock slipping free with a wet plop. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a tender, lingering kiss, his eyes never leaving yours. "Don't overthink it, my sweet," he murmured against your mouth. "Just enjoy the afterglow."

He leaned on his elbow, his free hand gently brushing the hair from your face as he took in your flushed, sated features.

"We've both crossed lines. Lines we can't simply erase. But perhaps that's for the best. Perhaps this is the key to setting you free." A sly smile played on his lips as he stood, his naked form glistening with sweat in the dim light. "Now, how about we continue this little sin of ours in the bed, hmm?"

And as that idea enticed you… you realized that perhaps you ARE a lost cause.

[sjyuns]

FREAK LIKE ME — SIM JAEYUN

boyfriend! jake x fem reader 1040 words warning making out partying skinship vampires miniskirt wearing thigh grabbing biting hickies manhandling jake pushes a pendant with his initial into your skin genre suggestive asf fluff at the end mikaela’s note inspired by THIS edit. jake is the hottest man in my life and this is my belated birthday post to him | collection

Jake’s ring clad fingers sit in your thigh, the cold silver contrasting the warmth of his palm. Yet it was the only comforting thing in the room, aside from your boyfriend’s presence beside you, keeping you distracted from the unusual party scene and your uncomfortably short skirt.

You decide to focus your attention on your boyfriend, who’s come to this belated halloween party dressed as a ‘vampire nerd’, or at least that’s what he calls it. And to no avail you’re matching with him as his vampire mate — a bite mark drawn onto the right side of your neck with matching fangs to complete the look.

“Can’t get enough of my vampire look can you, sweetheart?” Jake teases, pulling you closer to him by your thigh. He watches as your curled eyelashes bat, face flushed a shade of crimson — and it ignites something in him, something so raw and animalistic.

The hold you had on him was exactly why he’s so intrigued by you: like a supernatural spell to keep him wrapped around your finger, to get his heart palpitating whenever he just looks at you. Intoxicated. Despite being his exact opposite, he was intoxicated by you.

You hum in agreement, fingers moving to brush his messy hair back. It was well established that Jake was the best looking man you’ve ever seen in your life. His thick lips and tanned skin, lean yet muscular body along with his accent you could listen to for days — and everyone has told him that, yet he constantly seeks your validation like a lost puppy.

“Well, I think you look ravishing as well,” he grins, fangs on display. And you think that he pulls the vampire personality off too well for your liking.

“Makes me want to bite you,” Jake whispers, lips eerily close to your ears as his fingers move along your thigh, leaving a chilling trail. “Here,” he stops, fingers close to the hem of your skirt.

You hold your breath in hot red anticipation as your boyfriend’s fingers move again, up your waist and to the left side of your neck. “Here,” he breathes, voice slightly strangled as he inhales the inebriating scent of your perfume. His fingers gently caressing the skin of your nape as your fingers wrap tightly around his forearm.

He watches you closely as if you were his prey, his silver contacts pulling you in like hypnosis. Jake’s tongue darts out, pressing against his fangs as he eyes your lips and how you involuntarily imitate his previous actions. Your mauve tinted gloss invites him like a moth to a flame and it drives him insane how you wait for him so patiently, hooked onto his every move.

“And here,” he finishes, out of breath. His veiny hands dancing against your skin to your lips, thumb pressing down ever so slightly on it. You tug on the fabric of his shirt, shifting around in your seat before Jake mutters a string of curse words, pulling you up, fingers wrapped securely around your wrist as he leads you out of the house and into the familiarity of his car.

The squeeziness of Jake’s backseat doesn’t distract you one bit, not when you’re straddled over his lap, arms around his neck, with his hands grasping the dip of your waist. And Jake grins, looking up at you in sheer happiness: it’d suddenly hit him that he’s here, with you and his mind goes haywire at the way you look at him.

“You gonna kiss me now baby?” he teases, urging you to make the first move and you move down fast, urgently, as if he was air and you were ten feet deep in water. And Jake has never gotten so lost in a kiss before: his heart keeps missing beats and his hands can’t seem to bring you closer to him. His senses ignite and his skin burns at your touch — as if he was a vampire and you were sunlight. He thinks if this was what it feels like to be burned alive, he would gladly surrender himself to such suffering as long as he could be with you.

Your hands manoeuvre around his back, fingernails grazing as you let out a soft moan. The silence around you explodes and a world of colours appears before your closed eyes.

Jake pulls away, the heat of his breath pounding against your lips before he pulls you back in again. This round it’s slow, as if he has all the time in the world, every thought in his brain stripped out and replaced with you.

you. you. you. you. you.

He groans into the kiss as you shift on his lap, thighs pressing against his as his fangs sink into the pillow of your lips before he kisses down to your collarbones.

Your fingers now wrapped around his luscious brown locks as your head tilts back in ecstasy, brain and heart chanting Jake’s name like a mantra in fervent praise, as if he was their God, their saviour.

Jake thinks everything he’s ever craved for is nowhere near comparable to you. This is what it was to crave — to crave your body against his even though there was no space between you, to crave the sweet taste of your skin and lips not even a millisecond after he’s pulled away, and to crave you: your heart, your mind, your soul.

His mouth skillfully leaves behind a trail of love bites before he flips you over. You back pressed against the seat of the car as Jake hovers over you, his necklace with your initials dangling over you: a reminder of his devotion to you.

Jake leans down to press his lips against the pendant of your necklace — a reminder of your devotion to him. The cursive ‘J’ initial digs into the neck of your throat as he returns, a goofy smile apparent on his face.

“You’re such a freak, sweetheart,” he points out playfully, eyes gazing into yours.

You mimic his grin, teeth out in display as you reply, “but you like it.”

“Like it?” Jake tilts his head, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “I love it, just like I love you.”

© SJYUNS

[princesscait26]

Sweet Profanities

WARNING ⚠️ NSFW: MINORS DNI

Alastor x Reader

Summary: y/n never curses. Not exactly.

(This is my very first smut writing)

In the lounge of the hotel, the atmosphere was relaxed, with soft music playing in the background. Angel Dust lounged comfortably in a plush armchair, playing on his phone, a playful grin on his face. Alastor, ever the enigmatic presence, sat across from him, sipping a drink, reading a book with a subtle air of amusement.

“You know,” Angel said with a laugh, “y/n never cusses. She’s like this perfect little angel, always so polite and proper.”

Alastor’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “That’s not entirely true.”

Angel’s curiosity was piqued, and he leaned forward eagerly. “Oh? Really? When does she cuss? I’ve got to hear this!”

Alastor’s smile broadened, a hint of slyness in his voice. “Well, let’s just say that the only time I hear her use such colorful language is during our more... private moments.”

Angel’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait, so what you’re saying is that y/n cusses when y’all fuck?!”

Alastor nodded, enjoying the look of astonishment on Angel’s face. “Indeed. The sweet sound of her cussing is something that’s reserved just for me.” He says with a smirk.

Angel’s mouth fell open in disbelief, shaking his head, laughing in amazement. “Who knew tall, dark and creepy here turns hells little angel into a freak in the sheets”

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“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes, Alastor” a string of profanities was thrown. Y/n and Alastor tangled in the sheets.

“Oh, darling, your language,” Alastor teased breathlessly in her ear, a playful smirk on his lips. “How delightfully vulgar.”

Y/n brain was not functioning. Alastors cock deep in her walls, the slick filling the room with obscenities, ramming into her sweet spot. All she could think about was Alastors scent and the chasing of her release. Her nails running down his back.

“Shit. Just like that” she begged Alastor to continue. “Please, please, please. Fuck, I’m going to cum” she whined for more

Alastor bringing his nimble fingers to her clit, circling at the rhythm matching his thrusts. Y/n moans his name, gasping as she nears her release her walls clenching around Alastor’s member.

Alastor moans at the feeling, his own hips becoming erratic nearing his peak. “Cum for me, my love. Show me how good I make you feel” with his words y/n cums. The feeling of her orgasm, bringing Alastor to his release spilling his seed deep inside her.

“I love you so much” she says so sweetly, as she catches her breath.

“I love you too, y/n,” Alastor murmured as he pulled out of her, pulling her close against his chest. “You’re such a wonderfully vulgar thing, saving those sweet, profane words just for me.”

[starryal1na]

—❀ ‧₊˚. 𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅

genre: fluff, sfw

word count: 850

characters: aventurine, boothill, sunday, dr ratio

notes: this is just soft random thoughts i have about them and needed to write down, no theme in particular, dr ratio wearing glasses does things to me (*≧ω≦*), special thank to my irl friend charlotte (<3) for proofreading this ! divider credit to @/cafekitsune ♡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Aventurine ⊰ ⊹ ─

Owning himself plenty of jewelry, such as rings or expensive watches, it makes sense that Aventurine would want to gift his lover all kind of sumptuous pieces. Over the years, he has had you displayed with pearly necklaces, the shiniest earrings and even rings with precious gemstones. Undoubtedly you loved every single one of them. Each gift Aventurine has given you were meaningful to you, as a symbol of his deep affection for you. However, you must admit you have a favorite one. A gift from one of your anniversary that you adore more than anything. It might be the most classic piece of jewelry you own in term of appearance, but it holds a special place in your heart.

The gift is a bracelet, a thin gold chain gold with a small aventurine stone at its center. Beyond the fact that it is his stone, what's making this gift even more significant is that Aventurine has one as well. While you wear yours on your left, he wears his on his right wrist below his watch. He intented for the two of you to share matching bracelets you could wear daily and that was subtle enough only the two of you could really notice it through your other extravagant jewels. Since then, one glance at the aventurine bracelet on your wrist and your heart skips a beat ♡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Boothill ⊰ ⊹ ─

Every other day, Boothill finds himself mesmerized by the way you take care of your hair. Whether you brush it, braid it, decore it with accessories, he watches from afar with the softest glare. The one reserved for you, and you only.

Today is one of those where you've decided to use the cute ribbons you have recently purchased. Sitting confortably in front of your mirror, you feel Boothill's eyes on you as you display the cute accessories on the floor. "Which color do you think I should wear today ?" "Don't know, sugar. They'd all look fudgin' nice in your pretty hair" "That's very helpful thank you, baby". Boothill snickers, his attention splits between his gun he's been checking for a few mintues, and watch you clip a white and pink ribbon to the side of your head, securing a little braid. Fork, she looks so cute like this, he thinks to himself. Oblivious to your overheating cyborg boyfriend next to you, you finish your hairstyle and spin around with a "tadaaa !" only to find him dumbfounded and an adorable flush spreading on his cheeks. "Forkin' hell ! Got myself the prettiest gurl ain't I ?" Naturally, it ended with you pampering his face with kisses and he even lets you tie ribbons in his hair as well ♡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Sunday ⊰ ⊹ ─

Dearest Sunday was always a bit of a control freak, until he met you. Well he still is one but ever since you've become a couple, his controlling demeanour has somewhat softened. Your presence clearly helped him feel loved and needed, satisfying the yearn to be someone's special one. In the intimacy of your relationship, he has grown more laid-back, to the point of allowing you to touch his precious wings.

This has become one of your favorite ways to demonstrate your love, carefully and tenderly caressing his feathers. They're so delicate you often worry you'll hurt him, but it actually helps Sunday relax. "Do not worry, my angel. Think of it as a hug. It is warm and very comforting for me" he once reassured you. Afterwards, it became a routine for the two of you. Sunday coming home from an exhausting day, you helping him rest by gently stroking his pretty wings. You even make sure to rub the base, where the tiniest feathers are, and the contented sighs he releases reassure you that you’re doing a really good job ♡

─ ⊹ ⊱ Dr Ratio ⊰ ⊹ ─

Usually, when you look at Veritas, the words circulating in your mind are often along the lines of handsome, gorgeous, sexy, serious..... angry. However in the evening, it's different. Sitting in his favorite comfy chair, he pulls you onto his his lap and puts on his glasses to read. You're aware you should focus on your own book but those glasses perched on top of his nose are seriously distracting you. This time, your mind fills with nothing but cute cute cute cute cuuuute. Obviously, he feels your stare on him –of course he does– it's not like you're being subtle anyway. Still, he pretends to act oblivious until you're the one bringing it up.

As he turns a page of his book, you shift on his lap. "Come on. Say it." His tone is serious, yet playful. "You... Cute." You blurt out, immediatly covering your face to cover the prominent blush on your face. "Darling, have you lost your ability to form full sentences ?" His cocky smirk making your blush worsen, nuzzling your head on his neck to hide it. Smiling down at your pouting and flushed face, he returns his attention back to his book. Although you go back to reading as well, he knows you’re sneaking glances at him every so often ♡

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[chanranghaeys]

🎥 chemistry read

in which Junhui’s casting director gets a little bit too jealous during a chemistry read

pairing: actor!junhui x afab!casting director!reader word count: 2.1k+ genre: hurt, comfort, nsfw rating: r-18. nsfw, mdni! tags: established relationship, JEALOUSY, fluffy ending, reader is mentioned to be smaller than jun, i claim no accuracy over the movie industry processes nsfw warnings: heavy makeout, petting, voyeurism (if you squint?) a/n: mainly inspired by lana condor and noah centineo’s chemistry read for “to all the boys i’ve loved before” and it still lives rent-free in my head because it made me feel so, so many things. also my first nsfw-rated fic oh my. took me a while to make sense of where the story was going but it seemed all roads led to this. credits to @strxwberry-skiess, @diamonddaze01, @haologram, and c for beta reading because this took a village to get out!! thank you bless your souls 🫶

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“Do you believe in the red string of fate?”

“The what?”

“The red string of fate. Have you seriously not heard of it?”

Jun was pulling out all the stops for this one. He had cranked up his charm to the max level evident in the smiles and subtle glances towards her direction. He knew exactly what he was doing.

It was sickening.

You were sitting on the opposite end of the screen in another room. Yes, you chose to go into a separate room today.

“It’s to see the literal on-screen chemistry,” you said. “We can’t have the face-to-face chemistry not translating well on camera.”

Just as well. You’d had enough of them making heart eyes at each other right in front of you anyway.

Today’s schedule was packed with absolutely no time for breaks in between and no time to even sit for a proper meal which you knew you’d only get by the end of the day.

And no time to actually sit down with the actor you were working with—who you were also lucky enough to call your boyfriend.

If you too were an actor, you’d truly believe that Jun was the perfect fit for you. It was something about his carefree presence and easygoing demeanor that turned shy when praises were directed at him no matter how much he deserved it. It was something that made you want to keep rooting for him.

He saw precisely that in you: your unwavering dedication and quiet support, whether in giving him insider tips and tricks to get ahead or letting him run wild with his character at every casting call. It was something he had never seen so strongly in someone during his time as an actor.

“You remind me of my members,” he told you the very first time you had coffee together—as colleagues who were on the verge of becoming something. “They’re my brothers. And I mean that in the best way possible! Not that you’re my brother in the messing around and crazy kind of way,” he quickly added when you raised your eyebrows in question. “I mean in the ‘always being there to stand by your side no matter what’ kind of way.” He sips from his drink nervously. “Don’t ask me to explain please, because I will not stop rambling until I say something even more stupid than I already have.”

You laughed because he’d already rambled more than he usually did. As a casting director, it was your job to match actors to roles that suited them perfectly. But as people, you both could say you did a mighty good job in matching each other’s quirks and freaks.

Professional mode on during work, you two agreed. And you two did very well on that promise.

But bringing her in for the role made it infinitely difficult for you to keep up your end of this deal.

“She’s an old friend of mine! We worked together on one of my very first projects, the small ones I used to tell you about.” He said this when you asked about her. You knew all that already, of course—it was part of your job.

But when the two finally met again in person, you saw it. As a casting director, your professional instincts felt it. You saw it in the way they instantly gravitated to each other, the way their eyes both sparkled, the way their hands naturally connected even after all those years apart.

They were perfect for the role.

And in your head, a small voice continued the thought you didn’t want to touch.

They were perfect for each other.

It was the same voice nagging in your head throughout the duration of the chemistry read. You knew this scene by heart as if you were the one auditioning for the role. You’ve watched how many callbacks and chemistry reads of this scene. And you knew what came next.

After the back-and-forth dialogue was a moment of silence, followed by a lingering gaze, which was sealed with a kiss that escalated to a bed scene. It was a pivotal moment in the film so it had to be perfect.

You’d almost been desensitized to your boyfriend doing such scenes—professional mode on as always. But all that work crumbled the moment you saw their eyes lock onscreen. Slowly, slowly, their faces inched closer together to meet in a kiss.

Your eyes burned. Your fist clenched as you saw his hand fist in her hair. Your jaw tightened when you saw her lips land in the corner of his jaw. And just as he brought her head down on the couch, the director called “Cut!” and you stood up to walk out of the room, not without feeling a stray tear fall down your cheek.

Jun heard the slam of the door and jerked his head toward the sound. That was all it took for him to know what happened.

He wasn't the only one to notice. Jun found the director’s eyes meeting his with a knowing look. “Alright,” the director started. “Well, they don't call it a chemistry read for nothing!” Scattered laughs filled the small room. “Thank you to both of you, that was absolutely amazing.”

The producers took the actress aside for a few words with other managers and staff. Your presence was notably absent.

Before Jun could slip away, he felt a hand on his shoulder. “That was the best read so far,” the director said.

“I know,” and with his eyebrows raised he continued, “I heard the door.”

The director just gave him a lighthearted laugh. “I’m sure we all did. But you know she would agree.”

Jun knew. So while everyone was preoccupied, he glanced at his manager—who already knew what he’d do—and set off to find you. It wasn’t a hard task because he opened the nearest door to the stairwell and found you leaning against the wall.

You met his eyes when you heard the door open, following him and his slight smile until he ended up a short distance beside you with his shoulder against the wall. You were adamant about not wanting him to see you break. You’re a professional, right?

“You know it’s not real,” he starts.

You scoff. “How is it not real when it was right in front of me?”

“Stop that, green isn’t a good color on you.”

“What?” Jarred, you look down at your staple all-black ensemble. “But green’s my favorite color. You told me you liked me in green.”

“Not when it’s green with jealousy.”

It took you two seconds to register what he said. The corner of your mouth twitched involuntarily at the quip. “I am not jealous.”

Jun barely held in a laugh. “Yeah, sure you aren’t.”

“I’m not!”

“Jealous you’re not the one I was kissing?”

“No, I—”

“Jealous you’re not the one I’m holding?” He reaches out and loops his finger through one of your belt loops to pull you closer, closer, until you’re both joined at the hip. He shifts to effectively pin you against the wall with his height. You shiver against his touch when his fingertips graze the base of your neck.

“Now, you stop that,” you breathily let out.

“Stop what?” He asks oh so innocently.

“This.”

“No. Not until I prove to you how real this is.” He grabs ahold of your hand, and places it somewhere you did not expect it to go: right over his clothed crotch.

He was wearing loose slacks, a piece that could easily hide things that need to be hidden. But if there was one thing you did know about Jun is that he gets hard quick and easy and it takes him a while to calm down. With your hand on it, you could feel it was anything but hard.

“You know me. You tell me if that read did anything remotely close to what you do to me.”

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can let out a reply, his lips land on yours. His actions catch you off-guard and you instinctively clutch onto his arms and your last bits of sanity. Just as quick, he breaks away and grabs your hand again to return it to where it came from.

“Keep it here, love. I need you to have the proof in your hands.” He brushes a stray hair from your face, and you see your own desire in his eyes reflected back to you. He leans in, but stops short of your lips, leaving you to chase after his touch. The smirk that followed was telling of his thoughts. He was teasing you. God.

You had no more patience for his fun and games. You could feel the pent-up frustration building. Whether from anger or sexual arousal, the line has been blurred irrevocably. With your free hand, you latch onto his hair and pull him in aggressively into an open-mouthed kiss.

It was at this moment that you both decided to think “fuck it” to all modes of professionalism.

He takes advantage of your open mouth and wastes no time diving deeper. You find yourself reciprocating his kisses, pulling him in closer as if recreating the scene you watched him do but making sure it was imprinted with your mark on him.

“I love you.” You hear it whispered, feel it muttered against your lips. “I love you, and only you,” he continues in between kisses. “I love you.”

And there it is: the proof you could feel quite literally in your hand, at the crux between his legs. If you weren’t too in the heat of the moment, you could almost laugh. He decided to prove his loyalty to you by showing that he did not get a boner during the chemistry read. It was your lips and your hands, and yours only, that could do this to him. It was peak Junhui.

But now, you were only aroused beyond comprehension, apparent in the pit of your core and the slick pooling in your panties. You squeeze him through his slacks and he moans lewdly in your mouth, echoing in the empty stairwell bearing witness to this obscenity.

He starts kissing and licking down your neck as you feel his hands snake under your blouse and your bra to squeeze in return, earning a gasp from your swollen mouth. You fist the hand you had in his hair tighter, fully aware that you are indeed messing it up and you will very much get a word from his stylist about this.

Your ringtone effectively silenced all other sounds you both made before things could go any further. You both stopped to look at each other with expressions that were hard to decipher whether in alarm or in exhilaration.

“Hello?”

You hear your director on the other end. “So have you two kissed and made up yet? Not literally, I hope.”

From the corner of your eye, Jun chuckled. You cleared your throat, but your voice was still a pitch too high when you replied, “Yeah, we’re good.”

“Alright, now come on back here. We have dinner prepared for everyone, including the new girl. We still need to talk about her.”

“Got it, boss.”

“Now, okay? We’ve been stalling for you two.”

Ah, shit. “Okay. On the way.” You dropped the call and looked at Jun leaning back against the wall, whose hair he managed to salvage and whose clothes were almost presentable. You couldn’t say the same for your half-open jeans and messed-up lipstick.

Wordlessly, he pulls you in and helps tidy you up—fixing your hair as you put your clothes back together and wipe off the stray lipstick from your face.

“For the record,” he says as he tucks your hair behind your ear, “whatever chemistry you see on the screen is only because I have you in my head to draw inspiration from. There’s a reason why people close their eyes when they kiss. It’s you I see every time.”

You usually love it when Junhui rambles like this. You still do now, but you also recall his “green with jealousy” line and it fills you with embarrassment.

“It’s just…it looked so real. It felt so real. That was the best chemistry read out of all of them.”

“So I was told earlier.”

“It made me feel so many things.” The exasperation was evident in your voice.

He takes your hands this time and holds them tight. “I’ll make you feel even more things, I’m sure. But I will not let you forget that I will make you feel loved the most. Okay?”

You sigh. You love him. “I love you, Jun.”

“I love you, too.” He raises a hand to press a kiss on your knuckles.

“Also remind me to call building security. I must tell them to delete that footage from the stairwell.”

Jun gives you a quiet smile, one full of mischief. “Not without securing a copy first. For me. Please?”

“I thought we were professionals!”

“We could add professional rule-breakers to that title, you know.”

Hmm. You reconsider his request. Yep, you could definitely match his freak. Perfect chemistry.

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[starstruckgrrl]

☆﹒kinktober day 1 - kidnapped w/ tomura shigaraki

↳ ♡₊˚. warnings: kidnapping, obsession, tomura is a freak, reader is a freak too ngl, incel behaviors, stalking, threats of quirk usage, tomura loves reader, reader returns some feelings > DONATE TO MOHAMMAD - https://gofund.me/fd1faea2

the league all sat together in the bar at around 12 am. kurogiri was cleaning out glasses, dabi was playing cards with mr. compress, toga and twice were chatting, and all others busied themselves with any task they could do to keep themselves occupied.

the boss, tomura shigaraki, was missing, as he usually was around this time. nobody had ever asked, but they all knew where he was.

of course, they were right. ~

he loomed over you as you slept. if it were anybody else, they would've been startled awake by the sharp pair of deep red eyes on them, watching intently. however, you had become used to it.

shigaraki had come around before, and you noticed him. he wasn't necessarily trying to be slick, anyways. stolen pairs of underwear, suspicious stains, and even small items that you had held or chewed on went missing.

it wasn't all take with shigaraki, though. he left you small offerings as well, to show that he meant no harm. you thought it was sweet, like a child presenting a parent with a shiny rock.

shigaraki's presents were quite similar to that of a child's as well, but they were more personalized. he would take notice of the color of your bedsheets, and leave you a matching flower on your desk (that he had clearly picked from one of your neighbors' gardens, but it was still sweet.)

you weren't necessarily uncomfortable with his presence. he felt like a stray cat, coming back occasionally to give you gifts. plus, the few times you could catch a glimpse of his face, he was pretty cute.

he stood as still as possible, not wanting to interrupt your sleep. he took comfort in the rise and fall of your chest as you breathed. his hand reached out to pat your face, pinky raised.

"s-so pretty..." he mumbled out, voice cracking.

he pulls out his phone to shoot a quick text to kurogiri, and puts it away to softly shake you awake. you rub your eyes and groan, "hello?..."

"you're coming home with me now. you'll be safe, i promise! i'll take care of you." he stutters out when you open your eyes.

"what? listen, i appreciate the flowers and stuff, and you're cute, but-" you stop halfway through your sentence when shigaraki's face morphs into a blank, uncanny expression. your heart starts to race, and you're praying that you didn't offend him, when his mouth opens up into a smile. a real, genuine smile.

"i'm cute? you think i'm cute?" he questions you.

"um, yes, i do."

"i'm so happy, we'll be so happy." he tells you.

suddenly, a black wispy portal appears at the foot of your bed. from it, a voice can be heard, "tomura shigaraki, the league is waiting for you to return."

"ah, well, no more introductions..." shigaraki says.

he reaches to pick you up, hauling you into his arms easily, despite what you thought to be a skinny build. he kept his pinkies lifted, and you assume it's because of a quirk.

"don't struggle now, or my pinkies will come down, and your pretty face will be dust!"

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[liillyliilly]

Not Good Enough

sawamura daichi x reader words; 750 synopsis; he has an anxiety attack before a match, and won't you know it- the strangest girl helps him to recover.

Daichi pressed his hand to his heart, feeling the pounding of his heart trying to break his ribcage open. He stared at the entrance doors. He should be in there, he should be helping his team members and easing their nerves. Not being cowardly and having all this anxiety over the Shiratorizawa match.

He hadn’t even begun to warm-up or do drills yet, and he could already feel sweat sliding down his back. As people walked in and out of the building, Daichi gave smiles and waved slightly. But that didn’t stop people from going up to him and asking him if he was okay.

“Are you taking deep breaths?” It’s the voice of a girl.

She sounds concerned. Daichi looks over to where he heard her voice, she smiles and walks up to him. “You’re going to give yourself a heart attack if you keep freaking out like this. Take a deep breath, for me.” She places a comforting hand on his back.

“Who are you?” He asks slowly, taking large gulps of air in-between the words. He hasn’t ever seen her around before. She doesn’t have any recognizable clothing from any schools Karasuno has gone against.

“I’m L/n Y/n. Thanks for breathing again, but you still seem pretty anxious though, here, take some water.” Daichi didn’t notice her grey water bottle until she held it out for him to take. He downs the entire bottle before blushing and giving a short apology and bowing his head.

She just tucks it back into her backpack. She had luck charms hanging from every zipper, and pins from that anime Sugawara talks about all the time. He feels like how Tanaka and Nishinoya describe themselves feeling in Kiyoko's presence. She shined and he was a witness to her brightness.

Daichi hasn’t know Y/n any longer than five minutes and he already likes being around her. She smells like brown sugar and mint leaves. In less than five minutes she managed to get Daichi calmed down, when usually it would take him thirty minutes by himself. He feels comfortable around her. So, he admits what's on his mind.

“I'm afraid I'm going to lose this match. I’m afraid that I’m not good enough to lead my team to the nationals.”

“Sawamura Daichi, listen. I've seen you play before. You are magic on that court. Being afraid, well, being afraid of losing means that you care enough to actually win.”

When Daichi gets confused as to how she knows his name, he realizes he has it on the back of his jacket. Then he starts to wonder what games she has seen him play in. Was it the ones when he was in second or first year? Was it the Interhigh matches? How does she know he has played well before? Something in him tells him to shut up and actually look at her.

“Thank you for your words.”

He bows a full ninety degrees, he respected her imparted wisdom.

She puts a hand on his shoulder and nods. “They weren’t much, but I'm glad I could offer you some portion of comfort.”

“Trust me, you have comforted me a lot more than you think.” Daichi feels a blush creep up on him from his neck up to the tips of his ears.

“Y/N!!!” She turns her head to wave at someone. When Daichi blinks a few times, he recognizes their team jackets. Shiratorizawa Academy.

Daichi look to Y/n, who had begun to shy away from him, rubbing the back of her neck.

“You're a Shiratorizawa student?”

“Yes. I am so sorry, I felt like I should have calmed you down before throwing the fact that my team is your competition. I can understand if you just want to go into the gym and forget all about me.” When she tries to walk over to the group of large and intimidating boys, Daichi holds onto her hand and keeps her near.

“I know I'm good enough to beat Shiratorizawa.” He pauses before smiling, “Thanks to your wise words.”

She gives him a blinding grin and laughs lightly. “I wasn’t lying when I said you could beat us. Give it your all, Sawamura Daichi. And I promise my team will do the same.”

Even though Y/n L/n wasn’t meant to worm her way into Daichi’s heart, she did just that.

And the things Daichi would go through to be around her comforting presence, even just once more, were immeasurable.

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Can you please write something with Kenny Omega x fem reader,

Kenny has his surgery (for his diverticulitis) coming up and is nervous about the surgery, reader is there for him to comfort him and also is in the hospital with him and stays in the hospital for the entire time, so that reader is the first person he sees after waking up?!

There for you

An: I had no idea what to call this fic, leave better suggestions lol

Kenny Omega X femReader

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The moment Kenny got his diagnosis I promised I would be there for him no matter what. I would be at every appointment and do whatever I could to make the best of this situation. When Kenny found out he needed surgery him and I were both nervous. Despite Kenny having multiple surgeries in the past this one was different. This surgery would not be easy, the recovery time would be long and Kenny would be in a lot of pain. Regardless I would be there for every second. 

Today was surgery day and although I would never tell Y/n, I was scared. I hated putting her through this. I felt like this was a never-ending cycle. Ever since my belt collector era, I had found myself constantly out of action. I contemplated retirement but decided to do a final run with The Bucks for the trios’ titles. That plan got screwed over when we all got suspended and during that time I realized I was far from done. I still had things I wanted to do in my career and like always Y/n was nothing but supportive of me. When I first started feeling sick I ignored it, I had matches booked, storylines were being written and I coudn't get sick. I assumed it was a bug as a lot of the talent caught this stomach bug but mine never went away. Y/n had to beg me to go to the hospital and when I finally did I was told I was lucky I came when I did. If I had waited any longer this whole thing could have been way worse. 

As much as we tried to avoid surgery it came to the point where I needed it. Like always Y/n was there for me for every second. She comforted me and took after me the whole time. In the days leading up to my surgery, she prepped the house to be perfect for my return. She even spent the holidays with me in the hospital which I know was hard for the both of us. She held my hand while they put me under, telling me how much she loved me and how she would stay for the whole operation. Everything that happened after that was a blur. I didn’t know what time it was when I finally woke up but I knew it was late. Hospitals always creeped me out, especially during the night but this time I felt at ease. Looking down I could see all the bandages and tubes on my body, it freaked me out. The only light in the room came from the hallway of the hospital and the moonlight that shined through the window. It was quiet, the only sound was the beats of my heart that echoed off the monitor. Beep….Beep…Beep. As I looked around the room, I noticed Y/n curled up on a chair in the corner. Although I didn’t see her at the time her presence in the room was all I needed to comfort me.

 “How are you feeling?” Y/n asked me quietly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you” “I wasn’t really sleeping. They said everything went well. You should be able to come home tomorrow” That I was thankful for, I couldn't wait to be back in my own bed. “That’s good, I feel fine for the most part” “Good, you are on a lot of pain meds. When they start to wear off you have to tell the nurse.” Y/n told me tirdly “Thank you, Y/n” “For what?” “For everything, for always being there. I really don’t deserve any of it” “Oh hush, you do deserve someone to take care of you Ken. You should try and get some rest, your body needs it.” “Yes ma’am, Good night” “Night, Love you” “Love you too” How did I get so lucky. 

[blackenedsnow]

hihi please write a nathan explosion x reader with tons and tons of anxiety like its so bad 🙏 im in a rlly bad place right now and need some comfort with my boy

unsteady hands

WARNING: Mentions of anxiety, panic attacks, and emotional distress.

PAIRING: Nathan Explosion x Reader

NOTE: Thank you for the request! I had anxiety back in 9th grade so I'm just writing based off my experiences with it.

SUMMARY: Nathan Explosion was not known for his sensitivity. As the lead vocalist of Dethklok, he was used to dealing with chaos, destruction, and the occasional fan frenzy. Emotions, however, were a different beast altogether.

You were curled up on the couch, your breathing ragged and uneven. The familiar signs of a panic attack were setting in, and Nathan could see the fear in your eyes. He frowned, unsure of what to do. His massive hands hovered awkwardly in the air, hesitant to reach out. He knew how to destroy things, but fixing something so delicate was another story.

“Uh, hey,” he started, his deep voice surprisingly gentle. “You’re, uh, you're freaking out again.”

You nodded, tears welling up in your eyes. Nathan’s heart clenched. He wanted to help, but he had no idea how. He awkwardly patted your shoulder, the gesture stiff and unpracticed. “It’s… okay. You’ll be okay.”

But you weren’t okay, and his words didn’t seem to help. Your breathing got worse, and Nathan felt a wave of panic himself. He hated seeing you like this, so vulnerable and scared. He wanted to do more, but he didn’t know how. He felt a knot tie in his chest, he wasn't used to feeling helpless.

After what felt like an eternity, you started to calm down, your breaths becoming more even. Nathan sat beside you, feeling like he’d failed. He was supposed to protect you, but he couldn’t even do that right.

The next day, Nathan found himself in Pickles’ room. The drummer was lounging on his bed, sipping a beer and flipping through a nude magazine. He looked up as Nathan entered, raising an eyebrow.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost or somethin’.”

Nathan shifted uncomfortably, his massive frame towering in the doorway. “Uh, I need your help. With, uh… with something personal.”

Pickles sat up, intrigued. “Yeah? What’s goin’ on?”

“It’s about (Y/N),” Nathan began, his voice gruff with uncertainty. “They’ve got this… anxiety thing. Really bad. I don’t know how to help them.”

Pickles nodded slowly, setting his beer aside. “Yeah, anxiety’s a bitch. What happened?”

Nathan explained the previous night, his frustration evident. “I tried to help, but I think just made it worse. I don’t know what to do.”

Pickles thought for a moment, then spoke carefully. “Okay, here’s what ya gotta do. First, don’t try to fix it. Just be there for ‘em. Hold their hand, let ‘em know you’re there. Sometimes that’s all they need.”

Nathan listened intently, nodding along. “What else?”

“If they’re havin’ a panic attack, help ‘em breathe. Deep breaths, slow and steady. It’s all about gettin’ their body to calm down. And don’t freak out, ‘cause that’ll just make it worse.”

Nathan absorbed Pickles’ advice, feeling a glimmer of hope. “Okay. I’ll try that... thanks.”

“No problem, dude,” Pickles said with a smile. “Just remember, you care about ‘em. That’s the most important part.”

A few days later, it happened again. You were on the verge of a panic attack, your breathing erratic and your hands trembling. Nathan felt the familiar surge of helplessness, but he remembered Pickles’ advice.

He sat down beside you, his presence solid and grounding. “Hey, (Y/N),” he said awkwardly, taking your hand in his. “I’m, uh, here. I’m not going... anywhere.”

You squeezed his hand, your grip tight with fear. Nathan could feel your anxiety, but he didn’t let it show. He focused on keeping his own breathing steady, hoping you’d follow his lead.

“Breathe with me,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “In… and out. Look, like I am.”

You tried to match his breathing, your breaths shaky at first. Nathan kept his eyes on you, his hand warm and steady in yours. It took time, but gradually, your breathing slowed, your body relaxing bit by bit.

“You’re doing... good,” Nathan muttered, still unsure of himself. “Just, uh, keep breathing.”

It wasn’t perfect, and he was still incredibly awkward. His movements were stiff, and his words came out clumsily. But he stayed by your side, doing his best to help you through it. You could see the effort he was putting in, and it meant the world to you.

As the panic attack subsided, you leaned back against the couch, your body feeling heavy with exhaustion. Nathan stayed by your side, his hand still holding yours, though he was unsure if he should let go. His brow was furrowed with concern, and he seemed more uncomfortable with the aftermath of the situation than he did during the attack itself.

“Are... are you okay now?” he asked, his voice gruff but softer than usual.

You nodded, still catching your breath. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Nathan.”

He shifted awkwardly, finally releasing your hand and rubbing the back of his neck. “I didn’t do much,” he mumbled. “Just tried not to fuck up.”

“You didn’t,” you assured him, offering a small smile. “It helped a lot just having you here.”

Nathan grunted in response, his usual way of acknowledging something without making a big deal out of it. He got up from the couch and grabbed a bottle of water from the kitchen, handing it to you.

“Here. Drink this.”

You took the bottle, appreciating the gesture. “Thanks.”

He nodded and sat back down, the room falling into a comfortable silence. Nathan wasn’t good with words, but his actions spoke volumes. He was there for you, and that was enough.

[samblackismygirlfriend]

Evan Kelmp Romantic Headcannons

i'm trying to write a draft for a samevan oneshot and it's not looking too great... in the mean time, here's some kelmpy action while i try to figure out a way to make them kiss

is this a self insert? yeah. what are you gonna do about it

do not misunderstand. evan kelmp is a brusque and off-putting person. this is a fact he knows well and has almost grown accustomed to in the past days. when he meets you, someone like minded, interested in magic and the darker parts of himself, but practical and well-read, he was head over his heels from day one

the relationship he has with you is incredibly different from his past experiences. you love him, but not only the parts of him you think are palatable. he admires your ability to put him in his place and hold no hard feelings for him afterward. he knows he wouldn't feel the same in your shoes.

you match each other's energies well, for better or for worse. no one ever said dating evan kelmp was for the weak. he has a disturbing anxious attachment style paired with an aggressive nature, and you are confrontational and matter of fact. no matter what he says to try and put himself in the right, even if he has exactly the right words to say, you snap right back at him. conversations get heated often.

that being said, debating is evan kelmp's love language

he tries so hard to justify himself to you because he loves you so dearly. even if sometimes he knows, deep down, that you're right, he has a little seedling of pride in his chest that he holds onto tightly. he just wants to be understood

behind closed doors, he's very physically affectionate. he likes to hold you and be held, the feeling of your body heat close to his is a welcome comfort. he's cold all the time.

your indifference, or even admiration for the unsavory parts of himself both means the world to him and slightly unnerves him. he will sometimes switch between being completely bright green and being his normal stark white, and you treat him with all the same warmth, like nothing's changed at all. he genuinely wonders if you even notice

he would most certainly introduce you to the rest of the pilot program. maybe not include you in any particularly important adventures, but if he noticed that they particularly liked you he would certainly make the effort to get you on the team.

evan would both kill and die for you. he has said it out loud multiple times. he cannot stop saying it. Make it stop

evan's a jealous guy i think. you are one of the few people in his life that treat him with exponential kindness but also like a human and an equal, and he's very protective of you. he would never say anything to you directly, but he gets a little angry at the thought of your male friends, even if he knows it's irrational. he's possessive and has a bit of a "/my/ friend, /my/ girlfriend" inner monologue. it hurts his masculinity a little i think lol

evan likes to play video games a lot, would cry if you bought him any to play alongside fortnite. he'd pause any game for you in a heartbeat, leave the match on the spot if it's an online game, for any reason. you call him? game's off, locked in. he likes shooters and fighting games most of all

dog motif

dog motif

dog motif

he mills about at home when you're gone, working, studying, doing whatever it is you do, waiting for you to come back (if hes not busy himself of course)

he'll nap on your side of the air mattress and think of you

he probably ends up moving in with you. he cannot stand living in the empty apartment anymore, and the smell of you permeates this house. it soothes his constant nerves to be in your home, in your scent and presence

if you have pets, deep down, locked inside his subconscious, he is FIERCELY jealous of the love and attention you show them. but he of course loves animals, and is very pleased when your animals do not die or freak out immediately around him. he loves to cuddle animals now that he has the ability to, and taking care of something so small and loving warms his heart. if you have a cat he'll WEEP if it sidles up to him or purrs in his presence

picturing a dramatic scene where he stumbles home hurt from some sort of fist fight so you're angstily scolding him while you patch up his face and hands....

he'd look at you so softly and for the first time in his entire life he'd initiate a kiss with you

oh evan kelmp how pathetic you are

[prismatoxic]

i am thinking of the many facets of malix, my precious beloved boys

they're a lot of things. grossly toxic, weirdly codependent, mutually antagonistic...

matt is an ancient thing capable of untold amounts of violence and cruelty, and felix... well. despite being a mortal man in his 20s, he actually matches matt's freak pretty well.

but sometimes it's not all danger and malice. sometimes it's silliness, or the utterly mundane. existing as people more than as monsters, for better or for worse.

the thing about felix matching matt's freak is that matt has been wearing a mask for eons. he's been whoever he needed to be, played human and prophet and idol. the person he is--and sometimes he's not even sure who that might be--has only ever been truly free to come out around felix, who knows what he is. as for felix, well... he's an anti-social pervert who likes to cause problems.

and sometimes... it can even be tenderness. fondness. a connection neither of them thought they were capable of, deeper than anything they've ever known.

neither of them walked into this expecting anything more than for one of them to inevitably come out on top. matt would die by felix's hand, or he'd kill felix and leave like he's done with so many "pets" before. those were the only options. when they find themselves genuinely enjoying each other's company, emotionally affected by each other's presence, thriving together and dreading when they'll inevitably fall apart...? that's new, and it's terrifying, and while it doesn't stop the violence or antagonism it does start opening more doors for different forms of connection.

they're a mess, through and through. a pairing that should have been doomed from the start and persists against all odds. felix, for all his unnatural luck, manages to actually become the mate of an unfathomable entity that grants him immortality. he transcends the mortal bonds that had shackled him, attains power that matches his ego and his malice. matt, however, discovers a love of humanity, of being matt and not the godking, finally secure in his own identity after so long of being whatever role was called for. somehow this allows them to meet right in the middle, human and inhuman, man and god, a lonely drifter and a social outcast who find kindred spirits in one another.

i love their early relationship. max and i went to great lengths to craft a vile, toxic situationship that very much comes across as a "you two need to stay together so you don't endanger anyone else" kind of thing. but i love the later moments too, the discovery of personhood and power, being comfortable in ways neither of them thought was an option before.

i just think they're neat!

[plazsma]

GOOD MORNING (it is 1.48pm)

i was being silly and wanted to look at the birthdays of ninjago voice actors to see if their zodiacs matched the ninja . here is that.

kai (may 2nd) = taurus

jay (sep 1st) = sagittarius

zane (oct 28th) = scorpio

nya (feb 25th) = pisces

cole (aug 28th, kirby) = virgo

lloyd (oct 5th, his new va samuel) = libra

let’s TALK about it.

OKY FIRST OF ALL NYA PISCES 🎣🎣🎣🎣FISH MENTION. this one stuck out to me first because obviously . Water sign. she’s so freaking real. she’s actually so pisces bro- compassionate, strong intuition, selfless. but also calm and connected with her element. i acc jumped for joy

COLE VIRGO OH MY god. Okay earth sign. okayyyy he’s so virgo you guys don’t know how much this means to me . Likeeee. virgos are perfectionists, they strive to do well, they look up to people. it’s so cole core!! every virgo i’ve met has this calm, caring teachery/parenty presence and omg it’s so cole..

lloyd being a libra is also so real to meeee! he is so earth sign too. especially because they touch on his element being the element of life. peaceful in nature, striving for equilibrium. it’s so lloyd. died. queue that one video of nikki minaj sayinf i love libras

JAY SAG IM GOING TO FUCKING LAUGHJJ. okay mr strong moral compass! (i think of skybound) but honestly i think it works. i do. party animal on the outside but deep thinker on the inside? talk about jay walker! i wasn’t expecting this to work so well but michael and jay acc are so similar (that man embodies jay brilliantly) so !!

zane is very scorpio the more i think about it. At first i was like nooo…noooo.. but i’m freaking surrounded by scorpios (why are so many of you born around this time of year . Stop that.) and the sassier/more comfortable zane becomes with time as he connects w human emotions more (THE SASSYMAN APOCALYPSE HIT THIS NINJA HARD) the more i’m like oh for sure. he’s such a sweetie but he can Come for Smoke for the ninja for laughs ruthlessly and that’s so scorpio.

Fine fine we will address Kai Taurus. vincent tong is such a sweetie so it makes sense for him but i cannot lie and say it’s the perfect match for kai. But! But. he definately has some taurus traits in him- stubborn and hardworking. perhaps he is a taurus rising. Perhaps

Very interesting. i would like to add that i tjink jay is an aquarius moon.

[monstrsball]

HELLO!! I’m genuinely curious what got you into haikyuu and hwat made you stay… also you were one of the first few ppl I saw who liked oisuga/iwaoisuga and I was like Woah. headcanons you have of them maybe?? or like what you think of their general silly dynamic. what suga ship do you like other than iwaoisuga? also I apologise if thats a lot,, but thank you 4 answering anyway :3

i don't mind at all!! i love when i get asks with lots of questions!!

so, i got into haikyuu in... 2021? i want to say? that sounds right. i had a lot of free time and i had been playing mystic messenger (lol) and i wanted something to keep me occupied between chat rooms so i was looking for things to watch! i don't really remember why i decided to watch haikyuu, that was when it was on netflix so it may have been as simple as "i want to watch an anime, oh this one looks neat and i've heard about it before"

as for what made me stay.... not sure! it was really engaging and i remember the matches had me on the edge of my seat and freaking out in my bedroom and i was like "i can't believe a volleyball anime is captivating me (<- not a sports person)"

and the characters too! they're all well written and i always enjoy when creators give us extra information (character sheets). and i latched onto suga really hard and never let go. this was also a few months after the second part of season 4 wrapped up so the fandom was pretty active which helped.

answering the rest under the cut

trying to think of any iwaoisuga headcanons i have that i haven't discussed here... i've been thinking about pets a lot! about two years ago i made a whole bunch of pet headcanons but those are kinda outdated now. i've changed my mind.

i think iwa already has a dog when they start dating. an akita he got in high school named kenji! (she is a girl but is named kenji because they thought she was a boy and the name stuck) when iwaizumi told oikawa he was naming her this, oikawa was like "AFTER FUTAKUCHI??" and iwa was like "who?" [doesn't remember names]

anyway. oikawa has a love hate relationship with her. she is, all things considered, a lovely and well behaved dog but she's also very stubborn and doesn't always want to listen to oikawa specifically. also oikawa in my mind is the type of guy who would get kinda jealous over a dog. [in a... silly way, not a serious toxic way]

suga loves her <33 they're besties... she loves him too, very excited when suga comes to the apartment. animals and children love sugawara koushi. bc he's so cool and has a comforting presence.

(and then i have thoughts about a cat too! but i have a wip about this so i won't go into detail)

some other headcanons/thoughts on their dynamic (many are inspired by conversations i've had with friends - shout out to ash and bex specifically)

i think suga specifically has a way of bringing out iwa's sillier side. a little better than oikawa can. suga tells people that iwaizumi is the funniest guy he knows and people are like "... Him?" because funny isn't the first word they think of when they think iwaizumi hajime. but suga thinks he's very funny. they both really enjoy puns and jokes that other people would argue are bad.

as we know, oikawa can be dramatic and overreacts to things sometimes. it is very intentional and he does it because he know it annoys iwaizumi. suga likes to enable him sometimes because he ALSO likes seeing iwaizumi exasperated

iwaoi have many silly arguments. suga likes listening to these silly arguments and thinks they are very entertaining. (the fact that he's endeared/entertained and not annoyed by this is how they knew it was meant to be)

suga also likes when iwaoi get competitive over silly things. (suga is also a guy who gets competitive over silly things but the things he gets competitive over doesn't always overlap with what iwaoi are getting competitive over) sometimes oikawa talks about winning at being a boyfriend and iwa is like "you can't win at that" but iwa is also invested in 'winning' at being a boyfriend. <- they are not serious, ofc. i must make it clear this is in a silly way, not a toxic way. they have a healthy relationship.

before they started hanging out with suga, iwa always teased oikawa for not having much of a spice tolerance. and then they started hanging out with suga and iwa realized that compared to suga, he ALSO doesn't have much of a spice tolerance. suga often has to tone down spicy meals he cooks for them because his spice tolerance is absurdly high. iwa indulges him sometimes too though... even if it means his mouth will be burning.

i like lots of suga ships other than iwaoisuga!! i really enjoy kurosuga and i've made a few posts about it!! also a fan of sugaten but i haven't really made any posts about them. i think they're neat though. and sugayaku! sugayaku is lovely and really cute. very underrated too. ASASUGA!!! asasuga is so cute. i think about asahi calling to suga to set to him a Lot. there are others but these are the 'big' ones i would say.

i am very picky about daisuga though, i like when some of my mutuals do it and i like poly ships with daisuga (asadaisuga, kurodaisuga, etc) but otherwise i usually only talk about their dynamic platonically lol.

[justsomeoneintoomanyfandoms]

Hello there! May I have a matchup for My Hero Academia and Haikyuu?

Here is my information!

You can call me Naia. My pronouns are she/her. I like boys mostly. My MBTI is INFP!

Appearance:

I have long wavy red hair that reaches my waist. I wear glasses! I love skirts and dresses so, so much. They're veryy comfortable and nice to look at.

Personality:

I am mostly quiet, but once I feel comfortable, I talk a lot.

I am a chill person. Too chill. Like, if one day I saw a real Hawks flying and laughing in my neighbourhood, I would smile back without freaking out or asking questions.

I am also a slow-person?? Like idk, but sometimes it's difficult for me to understand what the others are saying. I need time to process-- so my reply/reaction would be delayed.

And since I often say stupid things as well, I am called an airhead.

Likes:

Cats, literature, sweets, cute and colorful things (dresses, plushies, toys), animation movies

Dislikes:

Loud noises, mean people

Hobbies:

Reading, singing, and daydreaming

I think that's all!! Thank you so much 💖

Hi Naia! Thank you for your request! I hope you like your matchups!

In My Hero Academia, I match you with...

Shoto likes that you're a relaxed person. He' surrounded by people like Bakugo, Denki, and Kirishima. He could use a calm presence in his life.

You two can put your heads together to work out what people are saying faster. Shoto is definitely in the same boat as you; he struggles to understand what people are saying sometimes.

You can rely on each other to help out in social situations.

Won't stand for people calling you an airhead. If they call you that, they're calling him that by extension. And the last thing he wants is for you to feel uncomfortable or sad because someone insulted you.

Will also try to keep you away from loud noises. He's not fond of them himself so it's an added bonus that he gets to avoid them as well.

Shoto enjoys watching animated movies with you. I see him as a fan of Studio Ghibli movies like Howl's Moving Castle and Spirited Away but he'd open to watch anything you like as well!

Would love it if you would read to him. Once you notice him starting to drift off to sleep (and he will fall asleep if you read to him), start humming or singing softly and he's straight into dreamland.

In Haikyuu, I match you with...

Asahi is another quiet and relaxed person. He's similar to you in many ways so I can see you getting along well.

Doesn't mind loud noises (he's become immune to them after hanging around people like Noya and Hinata) but he's more than happy to help you avoid them.

He'd love it if you would visit the gym to watch him practice but he'll always insist you wear earplugs to lower the noise. He knows volleyball isn't the most quiet sport but having your support means he's always at the top of his game.

Uses his "scary dog" privilege to make sure people don't insult you. If he overhears someone call you an airhead, he'll loom around the corner. You won't have to worry about them again.

Enjoys spending time with you. Whether that's watching a movie, reading, or just relaxing in companionable silence, he just wants to be in your presence.

Another one who would love to listen to you sing. He thinks you've got a lovely voice and listening to it will make him feel more relaxed than he has in a while.

[thegraphitepencils]

So. We think the big inexplicable system shifts making us so dissociated are mainly because we’re getting a new, more permanent host.

I (Riley) had a call with our talk therapist and tried to work it out more. And, basically, our current “core crew” in the system are alters who formed to deal with a life we no longer live. And it’s been very difficult for us to figure who should take up majority fronting time considering that. I, personally, especially, have a very hard time being alone. And we’re spending most of our time alone right now. It’s been slowly consuming me, I think.

We’ve been cycling through co-hosts every month or two for a while now, the brain constantly creating new alters to temporarily help me cope until they get burnt out. It’s been hard. Harder still for our “original,” who has suddenly come back after being dormant half our life, and is trying to figure out who all these many many strangers living in her body are.

So, I need to stop being the emotional core of our system. At least for a while. So our emotional core can not be an anxious depressed grieving abandoned borderline who is currently lacking any true joy for life. So we can internally stabilize and stop splitting new alters every other week.

I think it was last Sunday, we started noticing a new presence. He’s forming very very slowly, not a sudden split like the rest of our new ones lately. Like this presence is taking his time observing our life in order to form best for it. To step into this life feeling like it’s actually his, instead of a random one he needs to temporarily nurture for us.

I’m definitely still gonna be around. So is Vic, and everyone else. We’re just gradually moving towards… not being the defaults in the body anymore. Not fronting all the time and being depressed about it because our external life doesn’t match our internal experiences and emotional needs.

I’m getting waves of fear off and on about it. One of my biggest phobias is losing control. It makes my bpd and ocd go wild. A year ago I couldn’t even leave front on purpose because I would utterly freak the fuck out about it—what’s gonna happen if I’m not there to control everything we do, what if everyone loves my systemmates more and forgets all about me?

I’m trying to self-soothe. Remember how much my friends uniquely love me, how much safer and happier I feel when I give up some control on my own terms, how I’m not going to lose myself just because I’m losing the host role.

It’s very difficult. Especially since New Guy is still so… vague and nebulous. I don’t know him because he doesn’t know himself yet. It’s terrifying. But I think the brain is introducing him this slowly because it wants to give me time to get used to the changes, so it’s not like having autonomy ripped away from me in one fell swoop.

As scary as it is, it’s like the brain is telling me “it’s okay, you’ve done so well but you can rest now, and everyone will still be here when you wake back up. You don’t have to fight this battle alone anymore.”

And I have to admit, that is very comforting to hear after all the shit I’ve been through.

I can just front to hang out with my friends, yap online, go to therapy, read good books… and then go back inside to be with my fiancé and my twin sister and my little brother. The four of us don’t have to be constantly managing the external world ourselves anymore.

We can just breathe.

(I guess. I’m still going to fret and worry and hyperventilate a bit because that’s just who I am. But I think New Guy is going to be a good friend and work with me and love me for all my messiness. I’m getting that vibe from him.)