#and then i will draw it and then you'll love it cause it'll be so good and cool and awesome
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
commission me i draw weird shit
#chilllli yelps#commissions#i'm sleepy good night#commission me as well#send an application and be like ''oh my god chilli your art is so good. please draw this for me''#and i'm so cool and sexy and will say ''of course my beloved client. for you i shall draw anything''#''from a penguin in a nest to a fromsoft character dicking down your persona. dear client. anything''#and then i will draw it and then you'll love it cause it'll be so good and cool and awesome
0 notes
Note
hihihi!! can you do a full sub vernon fic please??
18+ / mdi
content: sub!vernon, softdom!reader, smut, handjob, etc.
wc: 651
a/n: this turned out shorter than i thought but i have a lot of vernon requests so i promise more vernon is coming soon<3
masterlist
"k-keep going, fuck- please ..."
"yeah, it feels good, huh? what if i do— this?", you whispered into his ear as one of your hands went up to toy at his nipple, harshly pulling at it whilst your other hand continued its torture on his cock.
sitting behind him, you had pulled and stroke at his cock endlessly for the past hour, not once granting him the pleasure of an orgasm.
"y-yes, just- fuck, too sensitive," he breathed out.
"too much? but you asked for this, nonnie. remember?", you recalled back to an exhausted vernon coming home, getting lost in your kiss as soon as you welcomed him in and allowing you to guide him into your bedroom.
on days where he came home particularly tired, you liked to provide him with a safe space in which you'd take care of him. denying his orgasms always amplified his pleasure and led him to a rewarding slumber after the fact. he enjoyed doing the same to you when the tables were flipped.
"i know, but ... fuck, i need it now," he whined.
"just a little longer, okay, baby? just let me play with you a little longer. it'll feel so good, i promise," your lips went back to softly kissing at his neck, occupying yourself with his pleasure.
your right hand worked his cock while your right flicked at his nipples. you almost wished he was under you so you could grind his cock against his abdomen and leave love bites all over his chest, but maybe you'd save that for next time he had a grueling day at work.
for now, you continued to kiss your way to his ear, whispering filthy praise into it as your hand went back down to his cock to softly scratch at his balls, earning a deep groan from him.
feeling him shudder against you, you knew another orgasm was approaching. the question was whether or not you'd finally let him achieve it.
before you could do anything else, the boy interrupted your thoughts.
"plea-please! fuck, i need ... make me cum, please. i'll- i'll make you cum right after, just- fuck, oh, fuck. i'm almost there, i-" he threw his head back into your shoulder the moment your hands began squeezing him just a little harder, moving just a little faster.
"almost there, nonnie? hmm? gonna make a mess all over yourself?", you mockingly laughed into his ear.
"y-yes, just ... just- fuck, a little more and i'll-", he gasped when you gave extra attention to his tip, "oh, oh, fuck, please ..."
he sounded so pretty, it was too hard for you to keep up your facade. you wanted to see him cum just as badly as he wanted to cum. with this thought in mind, you finally gave him the go-ahead, kissing at his shoulders and neck when his orgasm finally arrived.
"thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou," he rambled with a hiccuped gasp once his orgasm took over him, causing a full-body shudder to invade him.
with soft praise whispered into his skin, you coaxed the orgasm out of him, loving on him up until the moment his high subsided, leaving him to press himself up against you even further, now even more exhausted than before.
whining at you when you decided to move away from his touch, you lightly slapped his hands away, earning yourself a tired chuckle from him. getting up, you held out your hand to the boy, needing some convincing to get him to actually sit up for you.
"c'mon, baby. let's draw you a bath," you said, "i'll wash your hair and then you can to go bed."
suddenly interested, he raised an eyebrow, "you'll bathe with me?", he asked as if it was a selling point he needed confirmed.
"and i'll even cuddle you in bed afterwards," you smiled.
"sold," he said, suddenly regaining his energy and getting up, leading you to the bathroom.
#seventeen x reader#seventeen fanfic#svt fanfic#svt x reader#seventeen imagine#seventeen#seventeen oneshot#svt#seventeen smut#svt smut#svt oneshot#svt imagines#svt scenarios#seventeen scenarios#vernon x reader#vernon oneshot#vernon smut#vernon fanfic#vernon fluff#hansol x reader#hansol scenarios#hansol smut#hansol imagines#hansol fanfic
486 notes
·
View notes
Note
Charlie, Alastor, God, Lucifer, Lilith, Vox, and Stolas with the Grim reaper reader. He's a total sweetheart and a gentleman, plus the kind of has dead animals follow him around. They're kind of like his pets. He also believes in Charlie's cause.
You'll be the end of me
Charlie
"Do you really think it could work?"
Charlie asked softly, leaning on your shoulder as you stared out at Pentagram city.
It was early morning, you having found your love sat out on the balcony, watching thr sunrise, you quickly accompanying her.
Holding the young lady close, her gentle form against your own, you just hummed, gently petting her hair.
"Well, I've seen a lot in my, well, not life." That got a chuckle from the both of you. "But I've been sheparding souls down here for millennia... never had to shepard one up from Hell though."
You sat in silence for a long time, it clear Charlie was disappointed with your answer.
"But..." You spoke up, smiling softly. "If its you... I have no doubt."
Charlie smiled warmly at your words, leaning in to share a kiss.
Pulling back you just enjoyed the moment, the two of you so rarely got to just be together.
No hotel buisness.
No staff or guests butting in.
No Nifty trying to draw erotica of the two of you.
Just you.
You holding the young lady close, expressing your love for her in soft, simple ways.
You got to share that moment for a long while, making a memory you were sure to cherish when suddenly the sound of gentle wings fluttering caught your attention.
Looking down, you extended a hand, a small skeletal bird landing on your finger.
You gently whistled back, Charlie doing the same, the bird looking over the both of you before fluttering away, the gentle creature off to do whatever it pleased.
You sat there for a long time, listening to the gentle chaos, the sounds of havoc at a distance as Hell endured its Hellish state, the teo of you just enjoying the moment.
With a sombre sigh you stood up, stretching your back you turned to her, pulling her to her feet.
Holding her close, you'd gently cup her face.
"I'm sorry my dear." You spoke with a warm smile, before you shared another kiss.
"It'll be morning soon, and well, you know souls won't Shepard themselves."
Charlie was clearly disappointed, as she always was when you had to leave.
"I understand." She spoke softly, the two of you standing there for a long minute.
"You know I'll be back tomorrow." You assured her, though it was clear it wasn't necessary.
"I know." She spoke warmly. The two of you sharing one last, loving embrace.
You'd turn, watching as the pentagram sun slowly rose on the horizon.
"See you this evening?" Charlie asked, already knowing the answer.
"Wouldn't miss it for the world."
And so, as you held each other close, you watched the sun rise, and sharing one final kiss, you'd disappear with the morning sun.
Charlie just smiled as you turned into a swarm of butterflies, fluttering off into the air, disappearing with the sunlight
Unnecessarily, but you felt it was a poetic exit for, well, death.
Charlie just chuckled.
"Drama queen." She spoke softly, watching you disappear.
Alastor
Alastor hummed softly, the dapper demon sat in his room as he listened to a pleasant tune.
It'd be as he sipped his tea, the man about to turn a page when a voice suddenly cut in.
"Weeeeeee'll meet again."
"Don't know where. Don't know when."
"But weee'll meet again, some sunny morn'."
Looking up he'd find you, dressed in your usually dapper if dark attire.
Alastor's smile grew, the man quickly rising to his feet.
With a warm smile of your own, you pulled the man into a gentle kiss.
"Hello dear, good day at work?" He asked, always eager to hear of your daily duties.
You just smiled, walking forwards, leaning down to kiss the man.
"A wonderful morning, but we even better evening darling."
You purred, kissing he cheek.
You spent a few minutes speaking back and forth, your hand warmly placed to his cheek as you spoke back and forth.
Youd joke and laugh, voice gentle as you discussed your day apart. Alastor letting you know the chaos he'd caused, you just listening as he went into a performer's detail of the events.
Pulling the man to his feet, you'd dip the man, smirking as you leaned in, Alastor wearing a strained, if entertained grin.
"I've wanted to do this all day."
Biting the man's neck, Alastor couldn't help the moan as you pulled him close.
Flushed, the man would smack you.
"That's was a dirty move." The demon frowned.
You just smiled, kissing the man softly. "You know I love you, especially when your blushing~"
Alastor blushed hard as you snapped your fingers, a jumping tune bumping from the nearby radio.
You pulled the man into a suave little dance, the two of you jumping and jiving like it were 1922 all over again.
You spent a good few minutes dancing and singing, holding the man close as you enjoyed your tune.
Holding him close, the both of you breathed heavily.
"That's a dirty trick." He huffed, breathing deep, that smirk he always wore on his face faltering, his cheeks dark with demonic red. "You know I can't turn down a chance to dance."
You just smirked, holding him to your chest, leaning in to kiss his neck.
"You know, if you weren't death incarnate, I'd put you in your place."
You just smirked, leaning back to tease his chin, smirking down at him.
"Out of all the souls in Hell, you... well, your certainly the most interesting."
That earned you a smack on the shoulder.
"Alright, alright." You giggled. "You are by far the most intersting. You know I adore you."
That earned you a genuine smile from the grinning demon.
Alastor always smiled, but in the arms of you, well, death. How could he not feel particularly smug.
"... I love you, my dapper radio darling."
That got a smirk from the man.
"And I love you... my dapper incarnation of Death.... even as you pretend to be otherwise."
The both of you chuckled, holding each other close, nuzzling your nose to the other.
"Love you darling."
Lucifer
Lucifer, Fallen angel, failed king of Hell and failing father, sat in his workshop.
The man furiously working on his next duck toy, the Devil furiously working on the next plastic squeaker, dead to the world outside.
"Having fun?" You asked, manifesting besides him.
Lucifer frize, thr Demon King breathing deeply.
"Im... good." He hummed, working on the duck.
The two of you stood in silence for several minutes, the air not quite tense, but words clearly sat unspoken.
"... I missed you." He finally spoke up placing his duck to the side, the King of Hell sitting there.
You simply stepped forwards, picking up the squeaky toy, looking it over.
Squeaking the rubber duck repeatedly, the man looked up, finding you sat on an armchair, looking over the toy before turning to him, gently patting your lap.
Lucifer sat there for a moment, taking a deep breath before getting up and walking over to you, collapsing in your lap.
You immediately pull him close, as the two of you sat there, the king of Hell nuzzling under your chin.
"I missed you... a lot..." he spoke, emotions thick in his voice as he pressed his face into your chest.
You just pulled him close, smiling softly as you warmly kissed his golden locks.
"I missed you too my Fallen Angel." You hummed, hand playing with his heair, you other holding him close.
"It was bad today." He spoke softly, you simply looking down at him.
"You know we could always visit her, I'm sure Charlie would be-"
Lucifer cut you off, pulling from your grasp as he stood up.
"I... I wont put this on her..." He spoke sombrely, the King of Hell hunched over, holding himself.
You just sighed softly, gently waving a hand as 3 little ghost duckling appeared, the ethereal little quackers, Lucifer smiling as he held a hand out, the ducks nuzzling his palm.
He had a way with your duck spirits, the feathered little ghosts naturally flocking to him. It always brought a smile to your face.
After a moment however, a new set of quacks break out, the duckling quickly swimming off, the duckling meeting with a larger duck, the three nuzzling its form as they happily swam about.
You sat up, pulling the short king back into your chest, smiling warmly as you kissed his head.
"You trust me with your issues... why not your daughter... we both love you."
Lucifer sighed, eyes lingering on the ethereal ducks as the papa duck nuzzled one of the ducklings. The king sighing, the King of Sins wiping his eyes.
"Alright. I... suppose we could go see her." He spoke softly, the man leaning back against you.
You just smiled softly, rubbing the back of his head as you stood there. The two of you just stood there, holding each other close, a soft, yet hopeful energy filling the room.
"I love you my dark rose." Lucifer purred.
"And I love you, my Fallen Angel." you smiled, the two of you sharing a tender kiss, a warmth in both your dark hearts.
Lilith
Lilith sat back on the beach, sighing softly as she enjoyed her slice of heaven.
The woman sipped her drink, book in hand as she hummed, a sombreness filling her on this particular day.
You appeared besides her, watching the sun set.
"Been a while." She spoke coldly, eyes not rising from her book.
"Yeah... sorry... I know it's been a while, Ive been very busy. Lots to do... my duties and, well, Charlie."
That made her pause, the woman freezing as she was about to flip a page.
"... How is she?" Lilith spoke cooly, keeping her poker face.
You hummed, a soft smile adorning your features.
"She... she's doing well." You spoke softly, cane resting in your hand as you watched the waves, a gentle smile crossing your face as a few ghostly fish jumped from the water, the small school happily swimming, free of worry.
"She's got a hotel now. She... she's trying to help people. Souls." You spoke sombrely, the woman doing her best to stay cool and collected.
You'd sigh, softly sitting on her beach chair, turning to her before gently reaching out and removing her sunglasses.
"Ya know, if your just gonna ignore me the whole time, it doesn't make much sense for you to get mad when I don't visit for a while."
You were teasing more then anything, the woman looking up at you with a cocked brow.
"Look, I get your mad." You spoke, taking her hand into yours. "But I'm here, and I'd like to enjoy my time with you while i have it... please?"
You finished sweetly, kissing her hand.
Lilith would sit in silence for several moments before sighing, the woman shaking her head.
"You always know just what to say, don't you?" She asked playfully.
You just smiled, reaching out to cup her face.
"I've got some experience consoling people." You told her warmly, bringing her hand up to kiss her palm.
"Will you accompany me?" She asked, clearly worried.
You just chuckled, nodding your head.
"You know I'd never leave your side... well, at least when I'm off the clock."
That got a chuckle from Lilith, the two of you just basking in Heavens twilight. You more interested in watching the spirits jump through the water, happy to see them happy.
Vox
Vox grymbled, rubbing his TV face he, slumping back in his chair he lazily stared at the dozens of screens.
He'd grumble, growling to himself.
Hed endured a long fucking day, dealing with Val and Velvette, being left alone with the pair, the two bickering like children as he somehow found the time go manage his media empire.
He'd sit there, looking over important things, sipping his particularly strong cup of coffee when your voice suddenly cut in.
"You know, you keep slouching like that and you'll resemble a question mark more than a Television, right."
Vox perked right up, head snapping to you as you stood besides him. Dapper as ever.
It was well known by this point that you could appear or disappear without signalling his alarms, something that both impressed and frustrated the media mogul to no end.
"Mmmm, I'll keep that in mind." He hummed, loudly slurping his coffee.
You just chuckled, rolling your eyes. "You know, if your gonna be all salty, I might just not give you your gift."
At that Vox perked right up, the man subtly turning to you.
It was a dirty move on your part, but you knew Vox loved gifts and this was the fastest way to get him over his grudge or grump.
He'd never admit as much, but you did get him the best gifts out of everyone he knew, which was a feat in and of itself, so you knew how to use it to your advantage.
"...What ya get me?"
He asked, trying to be subtle as he gave you the side eye.
To which you just chuckled, fixing your attire, acting casual as you glanced down at the man.
You'd just casually look around his large lab, the various screens showing his sophisticated spying network on the various denizens of Hell.
With a cheeky smile you snapped your fingers, a poof of black smoke and a box landed on Vox's lap.
The Television headed demon released a giddy giggle as he tore his gift open, the man pulling it out victoriously.
He'd yank it out, holding it up to reveal a walking stick, looking it over it was clearly made with human bone.
"This... is cool and all but, well, why the bone?" He asked, looking up at you suspiciously.
You'd just smile, stepping forwards, falling onto his lap, sliding it from his hands, you'd tell him simply.
"Well, ya see, I made this lil beauty using the bones from one Mr. Philo Farnsworth."
You spoke casually, looking over the cane.
"Aaand... that means something to me why?"
He asked, clearly waiting for the punchine.
To which you'd chuckle, biting your lip a little before you'd gently bop him on the head with the cane.
"Beeecaaause, one Mr. Philo Farnsworth, was none other then the inventor one Televeision."
You finished with a satisfied little grin, holding the cane out to him.
Vox snatched the vane up, laughing maniacly as he pulled the cane back, staring at the gift.
"Ohohohohoh fuck yeah~" He laughed, staring at the cane.
"Sooo~" you began playfully. "Have I made up for the inexcusable sin of ignoring your calls to a phone I don't have?"
At that Vox popped up, staring at you.
"Wait, what?" He asked, genuinely perplexed by your statement.
You just smiled, raising a bow. "My job doesnt exactly allow mobile coverage darling, far too busy peading souls through the etherial planes."
Vox furrowing his none existent brow, frowing slightly.
"Then who the fuck have I been texting?"
At that you broke into laughter, Vox quickly joining you, the two of you sat there, laughing like idiots as the Techno Overlord held you close, the two of you sharing a warm kiss, the two of you sat there for several moments, Vox sighing softly.
"You have to work again?" He asked sombrely, looking up to show a screen watching the setting sun.
You just sighed, nodding your head. "You know I have too. No vacations for me."
Vox just sighed, nodding his head.
Reaching up, you'd cup his cheek, leaking in to kiss his screen.
"Lets just enjoy the time we have."
Vox just smiled, holding you close, the two of you enjoying your moment together, free from both of your perpetual burdens.
#x reader#headcanon#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel headcanon#hazbin hotel x reader#charlie x reader#vox x reader#alastor x reader#lucifer x reader#lilith x reader
381 notes
·
View notes
Text
the patient - part 4
toxic!loganhowlett x reader
cherry wine
<< part 3 | series masterlist | fic masterlist | part 5 >>
summary: you and bobby are doing great but logan makes amends (he tries his damned best)
content: bobby and reader are having a grand old time but logan is suffering terribly at the hands of jean and he cannot seem to catch a break. reader is also extremely delulu towards the end.
warnings: 18+, mdni, apology sex, piv, lots of endearments used during sex, angsty sex, gentle sex, you'll-want-to-scream-at-reader-sex, all mentions of jean are actually referring to the phoenix who is extremely mentally unstable.
word count: 2.4k
a/n: this was initially going to be the last part but I think I have some ideas + if you have any pls let me know because this has potential, especially w bobby
the days that follow are thick with tension between you and logan.
you’ve put distance between yourselves, trying to avoid each other as much as possible.
you spend more time with bobby, and it's so easy with him. bobby’s sweet and patient, his presence a balm for the wounds logan left behind.
often you have snow fights in the ground with bobby and his friends, other times you curl up and watch a silly nicholas sparks movie or two.
and,,, the sex is pretty good too. bobby might not have near two centuries of experience but if it's a good dicking down you need, he's happy to provide. plus he does this thing with ice… just thinking about it makes heat pool in your core.
"oi!" he says, finding you in the library on a particular chilly morning.
it's warm in here and emily brontë makes for great company.
you laugh as he scoops you up off the bean bag you're sitting on, pressing you against the wall and stealing a kiss. and then another. and then another.
"bobby!" you hiss. "what if one of the kids walk in?!"
"mmm…" he moans softly into your mouth, sliding his cool tongue against yours. "then it'll be a surprise biology lesson."
you smack his arm and he laughs, finally setting you down.
"emily brontë?" he asks, taking the book from you, careful to slide his finger into the pages so you don't lose your spot.
"ye, you like?"
"i love." he replies, flopping down next to you and opening the book, reading out loud from where you've left off.
yeah. it's so easy with bobby.
meanwhile, in the other wing of the mansion, logan’s world is crumbling. jean’s power over him is overwhelming, even the professor is struggling to reign her in, and in her attempts to bring logan closer, she’s slowly unraveling him.
she pushes him, tries to draw out the animal within, thinking she can control it, harness it. but logan isn’t a tool, and the strain of resisting her is breaking him apart.
you hear whispers from the other students, talk of how logan’s been snapping at everyone, his temper shorter than ever. even the mansion’s teachers, who are used to his rough edges, are keeping their distance. you’re not immune to the rumors, and each one is a reminder that despite everything, you still care about him deeply.
even so, during this time, logan tries to make it up to you, in his own way. he doesn’t apologize directly—he’s too proud, too stubborn for that—but you notice the small things he does. he leaves a cup of your favorite tea on your desk one morning, the steam still rising from the cup when you find it.
and the best part of it all is that he’s careful not to intrude on your time with bobby, even though you often catch him watching the two of you with a conflicted expression.
there’s even a day when you find a small bouquet of wildflowers left on your bed, the note simply reading, “you deserve better.”
it’s clear that he’s struggling with his emotions, trying to make amends in the only way he knows how. but you’re hurt, and you’re not ready to forgive him yet. you tuck away each gesture, each unspoken apology, knowing that it doesn’t erase the pain he caused.
the tension between you two remains, a storm waiting to break. the nights are the hardest for logan. jean’s attempts to mould him into something he’s not have pushed him to the edge, and he’s barely holding on.
he's begun spending his nights alone, staring at the ceiling, unable to sleep. he's too overwhelmed by jean and obviously, he can't have you anymore. the mansion feels like a cage, and he’s trapped within it, suffocating under the weight of his own thoughts.
night after night he takes this until it becomes too much.
you’re lying in bed, trying to distract yourself with a book, when there’s a soft knock at your door. you hesitate, knowing who it is before you even open it. you felt him decide several minutes ago and the nausea of the wait has you shaking.
when you open the door, logan is standing there, looking more broken than you’ve ever seen him. his eyes are red-rimmed, dark circles under them, and he’s trembling slightly, as if he’s barely holding himself together. and he's sopping wet. you hadn't even realised it was raining but by god, he's drenched.
“logan,” you breathe, your heart clenching at the sight of him. he smells awfully strongly of whiskey and tobacco.
“i can’t… i can’t do this anymore,” he says, his voice raw with emotion. there’s no pretense, no walls between you, just the man you’ve always known, stripped down to his most vulnerable self.
you let him in, closing the door softly behind him. logan’s presence fills the room, but it’s not the usual intensity you’re used to. tonight, he’s fragile, on the brink of breaking. he stands in the middle of your room, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, as if he’s trying to keep himself from falling apart.
without a word, you step forward and take his hand. he flinches at the contact, but then he grips your hand tightly – too tightly – his eyes closing as if he’s drawing strength from you.
you lead him to your bed, and the two of you sit down side by side. logan’s head drops, and he lets out a shaky breath.
“i’m sorry,” he says quietly, the words so soft you almost don’t hear them. “i’m sorry for everything.”
your heart aches at the sincerity in his voice. this is what you’ve been waiting for — an acknowledgment of the pain he caused you, of the way he hurt you. but seeing him like this, so broken, makes it hard to hold onto your anger.
you don’t say anything, just carefully climb into his wet lap, letting him know that you’re here, that you haven’t given up on him. you can feel the water start to seep through your clothes but you cannot bring yourself to care.
logan leans his head against your shoulder, the weight of it comforting in a way you hadn’t expected. you can feel the tension slowly leaving his body as he relaxes against you, and for a moment, the world outside doesn’t exist. it’s just the two of you, sitting in the dark, finding solace in each other’s presence.
“been an ass,” he mutters, his voice rough. “didn’t mean what i said. never wanted to hurt you.”
you swallow the lump in your throat and nod, even though he can’t see it. “i know,” you whisper. “but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt.”
logan sighs, his breath warm against your neck. “just don’t know how to fix this,” he admits. “but i want to try.”
the vulnerability in his voice tugs at something deep inside you, and you feel your resolve weakening. “logan… i don’t know if we can go back to how things were.”
you think back to bobby. and then you quickly wipe the thought away. if you dwell on it too much, you'll sabotage everything all at once.
“i’m not asking for that,” he says quickly, sitting up to look at you. his eyes are dark, filled with a mixture of regret and hope. “i just… i just want to be close to you again. i need you.”
it’s those last three words that break through your defenses. you’ve spent so long longing for logan to admit that he needs you, that he cares about you beyond the fights and the tension. hearing him say it now, when he’s at his lowest, feels like a lifeline – for both of you.
you take a deep breath, knowing full well you're probably making a mistake. “i’m here. i’m not going anywhere.”
something in his eyes shifts, and for the first time in days, you see the man you fell for. he leans in, hesitating for a moment, giving you the chance to pull away. but you don’t. when his lips meet yours, it’s gentle, almost tentative, as if he’s afraid of breaking you.
but you’re not broken. not anymore. and as you kiss him back, you let go of the anger, the hurt, and the frustration. all that’s left is the two of you, finding comfort in each other in the only way you know how.
the kiss deepens, becoming more desperate, more intense, as if both of you are trying to erase the pain with every touch. logan’s hands are on you, pulling you closer, his need for you palpable in every movement. there’s no hesitation now, no doubt—just the overwhelming need to be with each other, to find that familiar comfort in the only way that makes sense.
when you finally break apart, both of you are breathless, your hearts racing. logan looks at you, his expression torn between relief and fear. “i need you,” he repeats, his voice barely more than a whisper.
“i’m here,” you say again, and this time, you mean it in every possible way.
logan’s hands slide up your back, pulling you against him as he presses his forehead to yours. he slips them under your shirt and undoes your bra hook in a quick practiced movement.
"lo…" you whisper needily, pushing your fingers into his wet hair.
bobby was good— hell, bobby was great but with logan this is just something else. it always will be.
"i know, pretty girl. i'll take care of ya." he soothes, pulling your shirt and bra off you gently.
he lips are on your neck within a second, giant paws coming up to palm your breasts roughly. he groans when you rock your hips against his, squeezing your waist to still you.
"patience," he commands, only letting go when he's sure you'll listen.
carefully, he sinks his teeth into your neck again, perfectly in the spot that he knows makes you wild. you whine his name and it makes him smile against your skin.
"missed me, sugar?"
"so badly, lo! fuck…" you trail off as he moves his mouth down to suck a pink bruise into the soft flesh of your breast.
and then he's tugging on the waist of your jeans, pulling them over the swell of your butt, taking your panties with them.
"fuck, baby, look at you. making such a mess already." he runs his fingers through your lips and holds them up to show you, your sticky need webbing between his fingers.
he puts them in his mouth, sucking the nectar off and pulling them out with an obscene pop. it would make you blush but logan's said and done much worse with you.
"logan, please… been too long…"
"i know, sugar, i know. just wait."
his mouth is on yours then, and the mix of his tobacco and your need makes you moan as he eats your mouth out. sex with logan is always filthy, it's hot and messy and you're desperate for more.
he makes you sit up so that he can pop his belt off, the buckle hitting the floor with a clink as he shuffles his jeans off. his cock pops out, ramrod straight and red with need. how long has it been since he's found relief? you ache for him and with your need for him.
"c'mon, babygirl, sit," he directs, guiding you onto his cock. you're slick enough that your pussy starts swallowing him instantaneously.
"attagirl…" he groans, going back to suckling on your neck, making you mewl and whimper.
he tugs you further down, his grip on your waist bruising. lower and lower you sink down on him, walls fluttering around his girth as you moan his name helplessly. his cock is big, always too big, and it makes you bury your face in his neck. but his hold on you is unrelenting, holding you in place until he's balls deep in you.
"logan, please… please…" you beg, desperate to get him moving. having him like this, so fully in you, is overwhelming.
"look at me, angel," he encourages, voice uncharacteristically soft.
your eyes struggle to fix on his, but you manage with a shaky breath.
it takes him a moment to collect his own thoughts before it hits you what he's going to say next and it takes your breath away.
quickly, so he beats your vision to the point, he whispers, "i love you."
and fuck. the vision took your breath away but hearing him actually say it out loud makes you tear up and bury your face in his neck.
the moment is so raw, his furnace hot body making you sticky with sweat. his eyes burn holes into you with such genuine intensity, you get so desperately overwhelmed.
realising how much he's affected you, he gets you moving. he always knows what to do with you, even when you're crumbling. rolling your hips together, he kisses you deep and raw.
"let it go, baby, let it all go. i've got you." he encourages, making you pick up speed, his hands moving you steadily.
so you do. you finally, truly, let yourself go. you feel 19 again, letting logan take you like he did for the first time in that hotel room in the middle of bumfuck, nowhere.
it doesn't take him long, grunting in your ear, to get you to the edge. he feels the telltale squeezing of your walls and sees your eyes roll back into your head and knows right away.
"just like that, pretty girl… come for me, just like that."
you slump in his arms, falling over the edge and letting him help you ride your high. you pant into the crook of his neck, entirely spent, moaning happily when his climax follows yours.
he tips back carefully, holding you to his chest and pressing soft kisses into your hair.
"i'm sorry," he murmurs, rubbing your back soothingly. "i love you."
your eyes snap up to him, narrowing, but his are closed and he doesn't see you. you try to read his mind and see if he means every last word of it. it isn't for the lack of trying but logan's gotten awfully good at blocking you out in the last few weeks.
so you take a deep breath and just like that, you forget everything about bobby and believe him. you believe him.
--
helloooo, sorry about the delay on this one, i'd written it a week ago but wanted to make some edits (I never made them TT).
pls lmk if y'all have any requests for this one!!
love, d <3
--
<< part 3 part 5 >>
taglist: @beeingaflower, @uhnanix, @kokomixxk, @nighwingsdiscordkitten, @iluvloganhowlett, @reidsworld , @aleynaleia , @gboy2008 , @thegirlfromthemovies , @swthxrry , @mattymurderdocks , @malfoys-demigod , @angelcvts4u , @chxrrybomb22 , @coolio2195 , @fictionalmen-dilflover , @twinkleteaparty , @gracierae18, @brucebannerswifey , @evasmlp , @m1cky-y-y, @deaky-with-a-c, @capswife , @abarelyexistentbeing , @seasonofthenerd , @holylonelyponyeatingmacaroni, @theoraekenslover , @starbuni , @fandomhopped , @techwrecker , @oakenshieldlover
#logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett x you#logan howlett fanfiction#wolverine#wolverine x reader#wolverine x you#wolverine fanfiction#logan howlett xmen#xmen#xmen fanfiction#logan howlett smut#wolverine smut#logan x reader smut#wolverine x reader smut#bobby drake#iceman x reader#bobby drake x reader
285 notes
·
View notes
Text
RELAX
PAIRING : stanford!sam winchester x fem!reader
SUMMARY : reader is stressed from studying for her upcoming final and sam helps her relax
WARNINGS : fluff. smut. oral (fem. receiving). fingering. rough sex. unprotected p in v. creampie. strong language.
REQUESTED BY @s4wdvator : "I would love a Sam Winchester fic, I love him, I'm a total Sam girl who also loves Dean hejehjhehe. It would be a Stanford thing!Sam dating Fem!Reader, it could be smutt or fluff!!"
A/N : this was requested by a fellow mutual of mine (sorry it took so long.) hopefully it's similar to what you had in mind, if not, hope you enjoy it anyway! my requests are currently on hold since i have so many ideas of my own that i still need to write, but it'll be open in the future, i promise. this is my first sam oneshot ever, hope you guys enjoy it!
For the past week, you went to class and then straight home. You had a huge test coming up that counted for half your grade. If you failed, you could kiss your scholarship goodbye. So, for the weekend, you decided to turn your distracting phone off so you could study. And it seemed to work... until it didn't.
The room had been eerily silent as you read. You were so concentrated on the material before you that a loud knock made you jump in freight. After a beat or two, your heart calms. With a groan, you push the chair away from the desk and walk to the door. Sam stands before you, a worried expression on his face.
"Y/N," He huffs. "Are you all right? I've been calling and texting you!"
You sigh, moving out of the doorway to let him in. "'Sorry. I've been studying."
He walks in, and you close the door behind him. "Your head's been buried in that book for a week. You need to take a break."
You sit on your bed, replying, "I can't. If I fail, I won't be able to afford to keep going here. Then how will we be together?"
"Hey," Sam sits beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Don't talk like that. You're the most intelligent girl I know. You'll pass the test."
You stand up, facing him as you rant. "But what if I don't? What if I have to leave and—"
"You're not going to leave." He interrupts your spiraling, knowing if he didn't stop it now, you wouldn't stop. "You're going to pass. Then you'll be stuck with me."
A giggle slips past your lips. You could always count on your boyfriend to lighten your mood. A smirk takes over his beautiful face, his gaze shifting from your eyes to your lips.
Sam leans in closer and says, "Take a break. Let me help you relax."
You hesitate for a moment, afraid if you give in, you won't be able to study afterward. "I don't know..."
"I'll quiz you after." He entices.
"Mm... alright."
Sam gets up from the mattress and sheds his jacket. Tossing it aside, he tells you to lay on your belly. Without question, you do as he says. You stretch across your bed, head tilted towards the wall, eyes closed, as you slowly inhale. The bed dips as Sam climbs on before sitting on your ass. His large and magical hands grip your tense shoulders. You exhale in euphoria as his fingers dig into your muscles just right.
Tingling sensations rid the worry from your body. Your teeth sink into your lip, trying to suppress moans. Part of you didn't want to admit how much you needed this. His hands travel below your shoulder blades, toward the middle of your back. He works your back exactly how you need it, causing breathy groans to slip past your lips. It continues for a few minutes, and you're in another world.
Your brain becomes unaware of Sam sliding off and kneeling between your thighs. His hands begin to massage your behind, quickly drawing your attention. Part of you knew you should stop him, but the other didn't want to. Instead, you let his hands slither under your loose-fitted shorts and focus on your ass. His thumbs massage closer and closer to your lips, occasionally brushing against them.
It was all you could think about. You need him. You craved Sam's long and slender fingers inside you. The more he teased, the wetter your pussy got. You open your legs wider, giving him access like any other time.
A whimper falls from your mouth as your boyfriend gently rubs over your slick entrance. Wetness lubricates his thumbs, and before you beg him to, he slides them in. You gasped, but just as fast as they were in, they were out. He brings his fore and middle fingers to your entrance before gliding your slick towards your clit.
He rubs your bundle of nerves a few times, only making you wetter. The moans held back were now audible. His fingers slide back to your core, and without missing a beat, he plunges them in. Your body tenses as he dives deep, the tips of his long fingers hitting your cervix. A pained yet pleasurable moan echoes in the small room.
You were so thankful your roommate decided to go out. Sam slowly draws his fingers in and out. Once they're covered in your wetness, they disappear from your core. You open your eyes and look over your shoulder, missing his touch. The sight you saw somehow made you wetter. He had his fingers in his mouth, his cheeks hollowing around his digits, sucking them clean.
He slowly pulls them out, and you watch with admiration. Sam flips you on your back, granting you a better view. He pulls your underwear down, leaving you in the oversized shift you stole from him. He tosses them off the bed and gives you a mischievous smirk. His head dips between your thighs, and your hand quickly grabs his hair.
His mouth closes around your clit, sucking hard enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your walls clench around nothing, making you miss his fingers. As if he read your mind, he fills you with his slender digits. He steadily increases his speed until he reaches the pace that makes your toes curl and your back arch. Your grip on his hair tightens as his teeth graze and lightly bite your clit before soothing it with his tongue.
The pressure in your belly quickly builds, threatening to burst. You force your vision to focus right on your boyfriend. As if he sensed your stare, he gazes up at you, a smirk upon his lips. You throw your head back as he harshly sucks on your sensitive nub. His knuckles pound against your skin, leaving bruises where your pussy ends and your legs begin. It all became too much, and before you knew it, you came on his fingers.
Without missing a beat, Sam removes his fingers and drags his tongue across your soaked entrance, licking between each fold to get every last drop. Once he finishes, he sits up and unbuckles his belt. As relaxed as you feel, you wouldn't mind a good fucking. He unzips and pulls his pants to his knees. You dampen and bite your bottom lip as his member springs free.
There were several reasons why you fell in love with Sam, and his dick was one of them. You'd never objectify him, but if others understood what hid beneath his boxers, they'd try harder to steal him away. The first time you'd seen it, you wondered how he planned to fit his entire cock inside you. It took a few tries before you could finally take him all in, and man, was it worth it. You hated to admit it, but he had you dick-whipped.
"Like what you see?"
"Mhm. Now, shut up and fuck me," You demand before pulling his neck down and connecting your lips with his.
You could taste your sweet juice on his tongue. The thought of you tasting your cum on another man's lips repulsed you, but on Sam's, it only fed your lust. He presses his body against yours, his tip tracing your inner thigh. You moan into his mouth, practically begging for more. Sam breaks the kiss but remains close enough that his breath fans across your lips as he speaks.
"You ready for me?" You nod eagerly. He reaches between your legs, aligning his long member with your entrance. With eyes closed, you anticipate the slight but brief pain that'll come with his penetration. He holds down your hip with his left hand, feeling how tense you are before whispering, "Relax."
That's exactly what you did. Or at least tried to, anyway. You take a few deep breaths, willing your mind and heart rate to slow. Once Sam feels your body loosen, he pushes himself into your tight cunt. You whimper as his dick stretches your walls, both pleasure and pain fighting for dominance. He fits half of his appendage before pulling out. With every thrust, he goes deeper and deeper until his entire cock fits inside your small hole. Soon, the pleasure had won.
You were a moaning mess underneath your boyfriend. His hips moved skillfully, pushing you towards the edge. You clutch his shirt, hanging on for dear life as he rails into you at a hard and fast pace. The tip of his member brushes against your cervix when you wrap your legs around his torso, giving him a deeper angle. The sounds of skin clapping and your bed creaking to the rhythm of each thrust fill the quiet room.
He dips his head, finding comfort in your neck. Sam nibbles at your skin before sucking harshly, leaving a mark. You try arching your back, but his weight won't let you. Tears pool in your eyes as the pleasure becomes overwhelming. His hand snakes between your bodies, and his thumb rubs your sensitive clit. It was enough for your tears to spill over. You feel the familiar rush and warn Sam.
"Ohmygod, baby, I'mgonnacum," You mumble quickly.
"Let it go, sweetheart."
With his permission, you came undone. You scream as the waves wash over your body. Sam helps you ride out your orgasm, somehow going even harder. Your eyes roll back, and your mouth forms an 'O' as he murders your soaked pussy. It was pure luck you liked it hard and fast like he does.
You knew from experience your lips would be swollen after this, and hell if you didn't consider it a trophy. Suddenly, Sam's thrusts stopped, and you knew what that meant. He was cumming. And sure enough, spurts of hot cum shoot into you as he grunts into your ear. You moan as he fills you up, making you feel full in a different but great way.
He kisses his way to your mouth and shoves his tongue down your throat. You run your fingers through his hair as your body warms up for round 2. After your legs drop to the mattress and shake, you decide to wait a little longer before taking that rollercoaster ride again. Sam pulls away, so you open your eyes and see him gazing lovingly at you. A smile pulls at your lips to match his.
"Are you relaxed?"
You couldn't help but chuckle and answer, "I'm so relaxed."
"Good," He gives you a quick peck. "I should help you relax more often."
"Well, I'll be studying until next Thursday."
"Mm..." Sam traces his lips along your face, tickling your skin. "Sounds good to me."
He kisses your shoulder before pulling out of your dripping cunt and getting up from the bed. You prop yourself on one shoulder as you wonder what he was doing. He pulls on his boxers and walks toward your desk. Your eyebrows furrow as he picks up your textbook. And true to his word, he began quizzing you.
SAM WINCHESTER MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST | JOIN THE TAG LIST
FOREVER TAGS : @jaredpadonlyyyy, @nicksalchemy1, @graciehams, @impala67rollingthroughtown, @nancymcl
SAM TAGS : @lucid315
SUPERNATURAL TAGS : @criminalyetminimal, @nikimisery, @celticma, @deadlymistletoe, @jesllianaquilesrolonsworld
@kindollss, @juicyballsworld, @kamisobsessed, @devilslittlehelper
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TO JAYS-BONNIE-ON-THE-SIDE
: do not steal, plagiarize, translate, and/or republish any of my works* on here or another platform
*beside my writing, my works include : all banners, headers, dividers, and gifs that i use (which were made by me,) unless otherwise stated.
#sam winchester#spn#supernatural#jared padalecki#fanfic#sam winchester smut#sam winchester x you#sam winchester x reader#sam winchester fanfiction#sam winchester x y/n#sam winchester x female reader#sam x reader#sam x you#sam x female!reader#sam x y/n#standford!sam#supernatural fanfiction#sam oneshot#sam winchester oneshot#sam fluff#smut#sam smut#standford!sam x fem!reader
378 notes
·
View notes
Text
Bound by Trust: Navigating Turbulance Together
Part 2.
You hesitate to open up to your girlfriend about what's happening at home because you've been explicitly instructed not to share it with anyone.
Angst, Hurt, Undetailed physical abuse by a parent (reader's), lot's of Comfort & Fluff
-
Part 1
Kindness
-
"Y/n, how are you doing, dear? How's football practice?" Alexia's mother, Eli, inquires during dinner. You've always felt welcomed and loved by Alexia's family, especially by her mother.
"It's been going great. Coach wants me to play a bit more defensive midfield instead of attacking, so it's a bit of a change, but I think it'll go well," you reply with a warm smile directed at Eli.
"She's so good, mami," Alexia adds, beaming with pride.
"I'm glad, y/n. I bet you'll do great. Remind me of your next match, I'll try to come watch with Alexia," Eli says, her smile radiating warmth and genuine affection. A surge of love and appreciation swells in your chest at her words.
"Maybe we can also bring Alba, she would love to come along and watch," Alexia suggests with a cheeky grin, her tone tinged with sarcasm directed at her fifteen-year-old sister. Alba responds by throwing a piece of potato towards Alexia's head, eliciting laughter from you.
"You don’t have to come, Albs, you know that," you assure Alexia's sister, smiling warmly at her. You've always had a good bond with Alba. "How's high school been treating you anyway?" you inquire, turning your attention to the brunette teenager.
"Same old, same old. Another day, another tampon flushed through the toilet and the whole school ground is under water," Alba responds with a hint of dry humor, drawing another round of laughter from the table.
A little while later, as you help Eli with washing the dishes, she notices a bruise on your arm, a mark you hadn't even noticed yourself yet. "Did you have a rough football practice lately, dear?" she asks, nodding towards your arm. Panic flickers within you for a moment.
"Oh, uhm, yes, it was a bit rough. Lots of pushing and pulling, you know?" you reply, flashing her a small, apologetic smile.
"Please be careful at the next training," Eli says with genuine concern evident in her voice. "I will," you assure her, grateful for her caring nature and silently vowing to pay more attention to your bruises and how to cover them up.
After finishing the dishes, you and Alexia retreat to her room. Though not overly spacious, it feels perfect to you—a sanctuary of calm where you feel utterly safe. Alexia pulls you onto her bed, your bodies snug against each other, her arms wrapped tightly around you. You bury your head in the crook of her neck, reveling in the sense of security she provides.
As Alexia's hands trace gentle circles on your back, her touch soothes you, easing away the tension of the day. But then, her hand slips beneath your t-shirt, and she pauses, seeking your consent.
"This is okay for you?" she asks softly, her kindness and consideration never failing to touch your heart. The two of you had agreed to take the new intimacy slow, and her gentle approach reassures you that she respects that.
"Yes, amor," you assure her, momentarily forgetting the troubles of the morning in the comfort of her embrace.
Alexia's hand encounters a rough patch of skin, prompting her to sit up slightly to inspect it. "You have a scratch here, amor. Did you fall this morning or something? The cut on your eyebrow is a bit similar," she inquires with concern, her gentle touch soothing. She traces her finger along the scratch, her expression filled with genuine worry.
"Uhm, yes," you reply quietly, your voice barely above a whisper. Technically, you did fall.
"How did that happen?" she asks gently, her eyes filled with worry.
"The stairs," you admit quietly, the weight of your confession hanging heavy in the air. It's not completely a lie if your mother pushed you violently, causing you to fall from the stairs.
"Amor, are you feeling okay? You know I'm here for you, always, right?" Alexia asks gently, her concern evident in her voice.
"I know, mi vida, it's just that—" Your phone interrupts, your dad calling to ask where you are and if you can come home. With a heavy heart, you hang up and sigh. "I'm sorry, amor, I have to go," you apologize, feeling the weight of your unspoken burdens.
Alexia's expression shifts to one of concern and sadness as you prepare to leave abruptly. Determined to ease her worry, you muster a smile. "Is it okay for you to come pick me up tomorrow before uni?" you ask, already knowing her answer.
"What do you think I have my drivers license for, bebe?" she responds with a wide grin, her playful demeanor returning.
"Okay, come on, go home, so I can come pick you up tomorrow," she says, teasingly pushing you off her. You share laughs as Alexia walks you to the door.
You say your goodbyes and thank-yous to her mother and sister, then Alexia walks with you to the door. Before parting, you give her a gentle kiss and whisper, "Te amo mucho."
As you arrive home, the atmosphere feels tense and subdued. You find your mother on the couch and greet her with a soft, "Hi, Mom," hoping to ease the tension.
"You haven't talked about this morning to anyone at school, have you?" she asks, her tone carrying a raw undertone. You feel a pang of hurt and disappointment at her question. After the morning's events, where her anger over a jacket led to a violent outburst, it stings that this is the first thing she brings up.
"I haven't, Mom. I promise," you reply quietly, struggling to hide the turmoil brewing within you.
"Good. Nobody needs to know about it. You shouldn't have to talk to anyone about it," she responds curtly, and you nod in acquiescence.
Feeling exhausted and emotionally drained, you excuse yourself, citing early university classes in the morning as a reason to head to bed. Climbing upstairs, you notice your father has already retired to his bedroom. You wonder if he noticed what happened earlier, a tear slipping down your cheek at the thought.
As you lay in bed, your mind swirls with thoughts of Alexia and the comfort she provides. Unable to resist, you send her one more text, expressing how much you miss her already and how excited you are to see her tomorrow morning.
Your girlfriend shows up at your place earlier than expected, but in truth, you should have anticipated it. When you open the door, there she stands, a wide grin stretching from ear to ear. "The girlfriend pick-up service is here," she announces proudly, holding out a beautiful bouquet of your favorite hibiscus flowers.
"This is beautiful, amor. Thank you. Do we have a little time? I'll put them in a vase," you reply, excitement bubbling within you.
"Of course, amor. Let's go," Alexia responds eagerly as you both step inside your house. She's been here before, and though it's not quite the same as her mother's house, she understands that no other place can compare.
"Are your parents still asleep?" she asks, noticing the absence of anyone else in the living room.
"Yes, they both have the day off, I think," you explain as you carefully arrange the flowers in the nicest vase you own. Quietly, you lead Alexia to your bedroom, seeking her opinion on where to place them.
"Next to your bed looks nice," she suggests, and you follow her advice, positioning the bouquet in a prominent spot.
Satisfied, you both head downstairs quietly and make your way to Alexia's car, ready for whatever the day may bring.
"Dinner was fun yesterday," you remark to your girlfriend, reaching over to gently squeeze her hand, the one not occupied with steering the car.
"I had fun too. You're great with my family," Alexia responds warmly, returning the squeeze. The feeling of contentment and love washes over you both.
"Your cut above your eyebrow looks a bit healed. I'm glad," she adds, and you notice the relief in her posture as she speaks. Another wave of the urge to confide in her washes over you.
She deserves to know, right? What could your mother possibly do if she found out you had told someone? Hurt you even more? You're already hurting, so why not tell your girlfriend? Maybe she can help you. Maybe you can let her help you. You're caught in a conflict within yourself.
"...and I thought maybe when they're away for the weekend, you could come to my mother's house to spend the weekend together?" Alexia suddenly says, interrupting your thoughts. How long has she been talking to you?
"I'm sorry, do you mean that your mother and Alba are away, and I can come spend the weekend with you?" you ask, hoping you've understood correctly.
"Yes, mi amor, but it's totally fine if—" Alexia begins, but you interrupt her.
"I would love to, amor," you say, a smile tugging at your lips. Alexia grins in response, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.
For a moment, there's a comfortable silence between you, until you break it. "So, yesterday I told you my mother got upset, but it might have been more—" Your words are interrupted by the ringing of her car kit. It's Mapi.
"Alexia, can you please come pick me up? My alarm didn't go off, and I'll be screwed if you don't pick me up. Ingrid is already there" Mapi's panic voice crackles through the speaker.
You sigh quietly, feeling a pang of disappointment. Perhaps the universe is signaling that it's still not the right time to confide in your girlfriend.
#woso#woso community#woso fanfics#woso imagine#woso x reader#alexia putellas x reader#alexia putellas fanfic#alexia putellas imagine#alexia putellas#mapi leon#mapi leon x reader#ingrid engen x reader#ingrid engen
357 notes
·
View notes
Note
MC was stabbed and Lux has to take out the knife to stitch the wound back up... but it's going to hurt a lot. How would Lux react if MC was scared and begging them to not take the knife out and leave them?
This was a fun one, anon! Answer beneath the cut. TW for slight violence?
You're bleeding, and Lux's world is spinning. They watch as you writhe in pain on the bed, your face gaunt and your lips chapped. Blood pools from your stab wound, thick and sticky and crimson. The knife that was stuck in you remains embedded in your side. It gleams in the torchlight, as if taunting the both of you.
Lux sits at your bedside, holding your hand. They press a kiss to the back of your knuckles, ignoring the blood on their own hands. It's not theirs, but that of the worm who decided it would be a good idea to stab you. His battered head sits on a spike atop the palace gates now. Lux cleaved it from his shoulders, but not before bashing his face in.
They push aside the fury that overtakes them, instead offering you a soothing smile. The royal physician stands a ways away, preparing a needle and thread.
"Lux," you cry, pressing your face into the crook of their neck, "it hurts. It hurts so much."
Lux's heart breaks at the pain in your voice. They squeeze your hand tighter as if that could take your pain away. As if that would make you better. "I know, love," they say, "you're so strong for putting up with it."
You shake your head weakly, your eyes glazed with pain. "Don't let him take the knife out," you plead, looking to the physician. "It'll hurt even worse, I don't want that, please--"
(If High!Corrptuon Lux: Darkly, Lux thinks that if the man who stabbed you wasn't already dead, they would have tortured him some more.)
"We need to remove the blade to treat the room, love," they tell you gently, "it's for the better, I promise."
Judging by the panicked look on your face, you aren't convinced. "Don't let him hurt me," you beg.
Their lips draw into a thin, tight line. They rise from the bed, murmuring soothing words when you grow alarmed, and approach the physician.
"Give me the needle and thread," they say, "I'll do this myself."
The man startles, his eyes narrowing. "With all due respect, Your Highness," he hedges, "I'm not sure that's wise--"
The look Lux sends them could cut through stone. "Are you deaf?" they snap. "I said I'd do it. You'll stand there, in case anything should go awry."
They extend an open palm. With great reluctance, the physician acquiesces. Prize in hand, they return to you, twirling the needle between their fingers.
"He's not going to hurt you," Lux assures you, settling back to your side. Their hand floats to grasp the hilt of the knife. "But this will cause you pain nevertheless. Can you be strong for me, love?"
Your eyes meet. They try to channel all of the love they hold for you, all of the adoration, into their gaze. After a moment's hesitation, you nod.
Lux smiles grimly, and gently, and presses a light kiss to the corner of your mouth. Then, in tandem with their lips meeting your skin, they draw the knife from your flesh.
When you scream, it takes everything they have not to scream along with you.
115 notes
·
View notes
Text
Scout, Pyro, Demo, Medic, Sniper, and Spy Relationship Headcanons
Can you tell which ones are my absolute favorite:')
Scout
• Unsurprisingly, it takes him a long time to get over his infatuation of Ms. Pauling (I'm 110% convinced she's a lesbian), so you must be basically a deity to be catching his attention (though he'd the type to flirt with EVERYONE)
• Golden retriever energy, also youngest child energy. Constantly wants to do everything for you but also needs constant attention. He's also used to be getting picked on by the other mercs and his older brothers so he'll be going to you for validation. But he also doesn't want to appear weak so it'll take some time to break through his (fragile) shell.
• Love language: physical touch and acts of services. Will be constantly trying to act like a macho man for you but will also beg to hold your hand. Cuddles are constant. He may not be good at being a handyman, but my gods he's gonna try his darndest. Plz tell him that he did a good job, he's trying his best.
• He's the best person to go to if you wanna go on randon and unexpected adventures. One minute you're both in Teufort, the next your across country at the beach up east coast. Poor thing gets yelled at a lot for just uping and leaving without notice.
• Local snack dealer. Ma is always making sure that he's got sweets on hand. His room has care packages from her with some of the most wholesome letters from her and the box if FILLED to the brim with sweets, treats, and soda
Pyro
• My little baby boo, a wholesome partner who would kill for you. Can get jealous very easily so you might have to hold them back from committing manslaughter.
• Love language: quality time and gift giving. Time with Pyro is time well spent. Constantly just wants to be in the same room with you. They don't do well when you're not around. Also loves to give gifts. Most of their gifts consit of stuffed animals and handmade drawings. Your room will be filled with gifts from this goofball.
• In my opinion, they're a lot more there than people realize. Some days are better than others though. They were literally CEO of an engeneering company! And I believe they made all their weapons to but I could be wrong on that. Homie is definitely reliable when they're having a good day, but on the bad days, just sit and spend time with them. You don't gotta say anything, just knowing your right there beside them is enough conformation to know you'll always be there no matter what.
• You two are little troublemakers. You'll constantly be up to no good with them. It seems like harmless fun, but you've both almost burnt down the base five times just this month!
Demoman
• Probably one of the best lovers you could have out of all the mercs (aside from Engie, they're competing for the number one spot). I'm deducting points cause of the nonstop alcohol consumpution. :(
• But he is a happy goofy dunk so thank gods for that. Always happy to be here. Very attentive, caring, cuddly, overall a good person to date or even just be friends with.
• Cause the constant alcohol ruined a good portion of his memory (and Medic as well), he writes down every little detail of you that he can in a little journal he secretly keeps on his person. Important dates, likes, dislikes, ect. The man has it on file in case of emergencies.
• Love language: gift giving and act of services. He works three jobs and makes over 5 mil a year, he's LOADED. He's gonna buy you the world if you ask. Definitely good at money managing so he never worried at how much gifts cost. He's also gonna try his darndest to help you out with any problems, though it can be a bit hard when you're constantly drunk. Hims trying his best, okay?
• Wants his mom to approve of you but knows how critical she is of him. Poor baby has some self-esteem issuses cause of her so please give him lots of love and support. It's hard when your mom never has anything nice to say about you and compares you to everyone else. It's a neverending struggle. :(
Medic
• You're definitley into weird and questionable people if you like this man, and that means we're best friends now. :D
• He will ask you to help him out with surgeries and organizing his lab. You're hims little nurse. He'd probably (absolutley) be getting you a nurse outfit with his symbol on it.
• He's very much the possessive type. What's his is HIS, no if, ands, buts, or questions about it. Would put a tracker in you so he knows where you are at all times, but someone would have to talk him out of doing it... for now...
• Constantly talks about you to his birds, if any on them ever have babies, he's naming one after you. Would get you a stuffed dove plushie to cuddle with at night when he can't be there with you
• Love language: physical touch and quality time, you're ALWAYS welcomed in his lab, in fact, he expects you to be there with him. Is the type to ask you to grab something and will graze his hands against yours when grabbing it from you. (then give a shit eating smirk afterwards) He'd also be the type to stand VERY close to you, and stand behind you in an intimidating way to keep others from talking to you.
Sniper
• This man is my all time baby boy so I have LOTS to say about him and how much I love him :')
• Is someone who takes a while to get close to, especially in a romantic way. He's just a shy little boy who's used to being alone. But isn't introverted, just has introverted tendencies (you literally see him hanging out with some of the other mercs in Expiration Date)
• Love language: words of affirmations and physical touch, he sucks at verbally saying how he feels about you but will leave cute little love notes around for you to find. He's also VERY touched-starved so he will just flat out lay on top of you if you let him. Loves hearing you say how much you love him, plz just hold his hands and say how much he means to you, he might just cry from it.
• Is also someone who goes on random adventures, but they're usually just out and away from everyone. But I could see him taking you to a zoo or aquarium to look at the animals. But you're not allowed to go to a Humane Society cause you'll be walking out with all the animals they have and raising them like they're your babies,
Spy
• Another gremlin who takes a long time to warm up to you. He's a grumpy old man who's never really been with someone in such a serious light (aside from Scout's Ma)
• Love language: gift giving and words of affirmation, another merc who would buy you the world if you asked. Will only buy you the best of the best and will throw hands with someone if it's not up to his standards. He could go on about his love for you. His words sound like poetry. You'd wake up with a bouquet of roses and one of the most beautiful love letters anyone has ever read.
• Is 50/50 on PDA, he'll wrap an arm around your waist, call you beautiful, and give you a peck on the cheek in front of others but that's about it. Any extreme PDA is to be in private or you're getting a scolding.
• Would definitely help you learn French. He's way more patient with you than anyone else. You've seen him yell and insult every merc a couple times (Scout getting the brunt of it), but he refuses to ever say anything negative about you
• Definitely the bragging type. He'll put you on a pedestal and go on about how gorgeous you are. How you were crafted by gods, and so on. He thinks he's better than everyone else so if you're with him, than you're right up there with him.
#team fortress 2#tf2#tf2 x reader#tf2 scout#tf2 scout x reader#tf2 pyro#tf2 pyro x reader#tf2 demoman#tf2 demoman x reader#tf2 medic#tf2 medic x reader#tf2 sniper#tf2 sniper x reader#tf2 spy#tf2 spy x reader
753 notes
·
View notes
Note
i keep mistaking some of ur kidxelqua art for ur grian art so i have to stop and read the captions/tags every time 😭😭 is there a fundamental difference im missing that would make it any easier
hi !!!!!!! no i understand it can be pretty confusing !! its pretty messy on my blog ahahah i'll try to explain them and their place in the AU
All the kid drawings are Xelqua ! Originally it was Grian, but as the character Xelqua developed, I changed it to him. When people send requests for kid Grian, i'm drawing Xelqua, as that is the AU.
This isn't 100% accurate as I forget to do it, but Grian and Xelqua part their hair differently, kid Xelqua does too. Xelqua's hair is always a bit longer. (Grian got a haircut when he joined the Watchers, thats why his hair parts different now in evoAU and HC, he just kept it shorter ! Xelqua used to wear his hair in a ponytail during his time with the Watchers.)
The reason why i say they're "technically the same" is bc Xelqua is just another Grian from a different timeline, he just has a different name. Xelqua only exists because this one Grian joined the Watchers, new possibilités opened new timelines, ones where he died, ones where he's a Listener instead, or ran away to different servers, or stayed. Xelqua is the only one to have reached Sainthood.
Because of this, Xelqua can hop around timelines, he usually just bugs other versions of himself, helping them, giving them tnt. He finds This Grian during s8 of HC, bugging him through the boatem void, briefly possessing him later, but hey ! water under the bridge !
Xelqua's timeline doesn't exist anymore after becoming That, but by becoming That he has essentially rewritten history in other timelines, solidifying himself as a saint of destruction, a destroyer, this is what the Watchers know him as, this is what evo Grian knew him as, even if Grian caused it--It already happened--Xelqua has always been here. (It makes Grian's head hurts when Xelqua explains this to him.)
Basically: Grian set off a chain reaction when he joined the Watchers, and that opened new universes, and in doing that, Xelqua is made.
Xelqua is powerful, but also very lonely and has a lot wrong with him, which is expected he spent many years with the Watchers. Xelqua can mimic any version of Grian he wants, but if he stays in that form for too long, he'll start to forget himself and instead think "Xelqua" is a patron, rather than himself. This is why kid Xelqua will usually praise the Saint Xelqua and be proud of his own name, he just doesn't know ! It takes a little while to remember himself and change back. This also happens in high stress, (bc of course it does, i love when a character loses control of their powers hahaha,) the memory is much worse if it happens from stress. You can't talk kid Xelqua out of this, it'll stress him out further and you'll just have a little god child throwing a temper tantrum then, never a good idea.
After s8 in HC EvoAU, Xelqua hangs around, popping up sometimes in s9, mostly in his adult watcher self. They don't get along too well at first, Xelqua has a little bit of bitterness over Grian having such a fun life, all these friends, needed, wanted..... But whatever ! Xisuma doesn't know how he keeps getting in, but Xelqua has been on good behaviour, so...... Shrug... Just let him visit sometimes....
Xelqua's version of the Watchers are gone, the unfortunate conséquences of becoming a destroyer, you kinda rip your own timeline apart. This, added with the fact that he is a cautionary tale in every other reality to Watchers, means if he tries to visit other versions of his Watcher family, they won't really know who he is, and just see something destructive and chaotic. If he wants to see Aether, he'll just... hop in a timeline and change himself into a kid and quickly forget what he's done. He's lonely, ok !!
Xelqua starts doing this kid bit on HC (late s9/early s10) too, he doesn't exactly mean to, but he does feel safe there. He eats Grian's food and takes over his couch and no one can get mad at him bc he is just a little kid--grian puts him in the corner. timeout. a few dead birds hit the roof as a result.
#KID XELQUA IS VERY MUCH YOTSUBA TO ME </33 ADGHJKAD#ask#kidxelqua#evoau#DOES THIS MAKE SENSE !!!!!!!!! i try to explain the timeline as best as i can but if its still confusing i can probably. clarify more#eovAU is 90% just my own ideas so you wont find a lot of this within Evo itself
156 notes
·
View notes
Text
Some of the one piece men as boyfriends
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤluffy, zoro, sanji, ace, law,ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ shanks, bartolomeo editionㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ female reader ㅤㅤ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤone piece world setting
— LUFFY
He'll interact with you the same way he does with his closest friends, but he would probably be careful when he carries you around just like he does with Robin. You'll have to initiate every hugs and kisses, cause he'll only jump on you and hug you first if you two haven't seen each other for a month or more. Over all, I think he'd treat you as a bestfriend rather than a lover, trying to make you laugh, making you the first person he shows random things to, etc.
Y/n: Hi Luffy~ Happy 3rd anniversary!
Luffy: ... Eh? Anniversary?
Y/n: Wh- Luffy, we've been dating for 3 years now...
Luffy: Yosh ! Anniversary ! Let's have Sanji cook *stretches himself to kitchen*
— ZORO
This guy values man codes or whatever, so he'd probably be the type to show affection towards you through actions, not words. Sick? Would quickly find the nearest pharmacy and give the medicine to Chopper. Hungry? Would kill the largest fish present and give it to you, it's up to you to cook it though. Sad? Well, he's not very good at comforting and will just end up telling you about the harsh reality of the world, then give you some wise advice afterwards like most grandpas do.
Y/n: Love you, Zoro
Zoro: Hm *cooly smirks with his eyes closed*
Y/n: ... I love you, Zoro
Zoro: *continues to smirk in a cool way, still staying silent cause he knows that you're aware deep down that he loves you back*
Y/n: Man.. just say it back
— SANJI
Boyfriend material. Would gladly simp and swoon over you. Sanji likes to make every woman feel like a princess though, so he'd still fanboy over girls and treat them well too. He would immediately reassure you after complimenting/serving a girl in front of you. Kissing them is where he'd draw a line. I mean, I would hope so.
Sanji to a random woman: Oh, your hair is just lovely~
Sanji: A-ah..! *quickly stands next to Y/n* Of course! Your hair is very lovely as well, Y/n! Oh~♡ how the faint scent of your welcoming shampoo just wraps me around and— (he goes on for a few minutes)
— ACE
He'd be a supportive and loyal boyfriend, affectionate and would recklessly fight anyone who'll drag your name in the mud. Though he'll tell you a lot of stories about his little brother Luffy even though you didn't ask for them. If Luffy's around, he will probably not spend as much time with you like he'd normally do.
[ Y/n and Ace on a date ]
Ace: and then.. Luffy ran away, so me and Sabo also ran away! Hahahaha!
Y/n: Ahahahaha.. that's sooo funny... (has heard that story a million times already)
— LAW
It'll be hard to communicate with this guy, he's not the type to say what he's feeling at first. Though, as his feelings build up inside of him, he'd just eventually burst it all out soon in an angry manner. He'd probably give you physical affection with a straight face if you asked for it. I think he'd watch over you closely from time to time, walking up behind you just to tell you if something could damage your health. He won't force you to take care of yourself, but he will say 'i told you so' when you later suffer the consequences.
Y/n: *grabs chocolate from the fridge*
Law: *comes up from behind out of nowhere*
Y/n: Wha-? Law??? Where did you-?
Law: Chocolate at midnight is not very good... *walks away*
— SHANKS
I think he'd be a cute and shy boyfriend when he's sober. When he's drunk, maybe he could be a bit more honest with his feelings. Goodluck getting this guy to spend more time with you though, cause he'd probably use him being a captain as an excuse to not give you affection, when really he's just shy. He only tells you that he loves you when he's about to leave.
Y/n: Shanks! Let's go on a date!
Shanks: *blushes* .. oh.. haha, sorry Y/n, captain stuff-
Y/n: What? but you just got here
Shanks: Gotta go! Bye! *is already in a distance* Love you!
— BARTOLOMEO
Your relationship will consist of you, him.. and his unhealthy obsession with the strawhats.
Bartolomeo: Y/n, have you seen my limited edition Luffy figurine?!?!??
Y/n: Honey, it's 2 in the morning.. go back to bed....
Bartolomeo: ITS LIMITED EDITION, Y/N!
ㅤㅤ
#one piece headcanons#trafalgar law headcanons#one piece x reader#luffy headcanons#zoro headcanons#roronoa zoro headcanons#sanji headcanons#ace headcanons#shanks headcanons#bartolomeoheadcanons#luffy x reader#luffy x y/n#luffy x you#zoro roronoa x reader#zoro x reader#roronoa zoro x reader#zoro x you#zoro x y/n#roronoa zoro x y/n#roronoa zoro x you#sanji x reader#sanji x y/n#sanji x you#portgas ace x reader#trafalgar law x reader#trafalgar law x y/n#shanks x reader#bartolomeo x reader
915 notes
·
View notes
Text
yandere task force könig, ghost and soap headcannons x gn!reader
disclaimer; i don't support or want to promote yandere actions irl. this is all fiction.l
warnings; yandere content, guilt tripping, manipulative behaviour, smut (a lot of it), stockholm syndrome, mentions of punching/slapping, ect.
masterlist
simon "ghost" riley
sfw
ghost would be a guilt tripper. he would grip your wrists, shoulders and waist leaving bruises all across your body. sobbing into your shoulder, yelling about how horrible and cruel you are for wanting to be alone, away from him.
he would never be the type to hit you, but guilt tripping you into feeling guilty, coercing you into crawling into his arms and sitting in his lap.
on the first few nights, you would be in his basement. you had a mattress on the floor, a thin duvet, and a pillow that felt like rocks. you'd have to stay down here for a couple of months before he trusted you enough. during the days you aren't cooperative, he would tie your wrists and ankles together. your mouth would be gagged if you still didn't shut up about how unfair he's being, or that you'll never love him, that you hate him.
every day he would sit on your hard, uncomfortable mattress and talk about whatever he wants. if you refused to speak to him you would still have to listen, regardless how uninterested you are in whatever he's saying.
he would hand feed you all food and all drinks. fearing that you'd stab him, or even worse stab yourself. and again, if you refused to eat anything he would stay with you until you eat. even if it was hours later, forcing the cold meat into your mouth.
the first days you came upstairs, he was extremely possessive and protective. watching over you nearly every second only giving you privacy when going to the toilet. he would bathe you, wash your tangled hair, massage your shoulders and back, and dry you off before he would tuck you into bed. while one of your hands would be handcuffed to his.
but don't think that it'll be easy to escape now that your upstairs. all windows are locked so much that they might as well have been bolted shut. the entry are has multiple cameras and sensory detectors that prevent you going anywhere near the front door. and with the amount of locks on that door, you have zero chance in escaping.
nsfw
ghost would be rough with you, his nails digging into your fleshy hips as he rutted into you. sometimes he would wrap his arm around your neck, knocking the wind out of you every thrust.
loves watching you ride his thighs.
his favourite position is whatever as long as you're both making eye contact. he also likes to fuck you infront of a mirror. forcing you to look at yourself being fucked by a monster. grabbing your face and forcing your head forwards.
he also adores blowjobs, he loves the sound of you gagging and always pushes you to go further each time, causing your throat to become raw from force.
simon is gentle with you, he's slow and soft but increases pace. he kisses your shoulder, your collarbone and your cheeks. his hands in your hair, pulling slightly and playing with it.
he would keep a bottle of water next to you aswell as a energy drink, this man can go on for multiple rounds due to his insane stamina and he doesn't want to fuck a limp body.
john "soap"mactavish
sfw
to say that soap is clingy is a understatement. he couldn't bare to leave you in a cold basement. he would spend every second of his day with you. he doesn't ask for your obedience but demands it with a knife pressed on your thigh and his head buried in your neck, leaving hickeys along your skin.
he would kiss your tears away. what do you mean you hate him? he loves you why can't you see that. don't be so cruel, go sit on his lap and let him play with your hair!
if you ever tried to escape he would be heartbroken. tears flooding his face as he grips so hard he draws blood. yelling and screaming at you. how could you? you want to leave him? maybe if you push him to the limits he would slap you or break you nose. the guilt would set in after he saw your eyes well up with tears and the blood stained on his knuckles, the same familar liquid dripping from your face.
during those days where you were being particularly bratty, he would burn parts of your hair and skin. watching you wince and sob as the flame reaches your scalp.
but just because he's aggressive and obsessive doesn't mean he's not a sweetheart. singing softly to you (he sounds like shit, just don't tell him that) when you couldn't sleep (didn't help), and rubbing your thighs and back.
nsfw
johnny wouldn't be soft nor rough, he would gradually get faster and faster. he has a huge kink for wax play and ropes. seeing you all tied up and wincing as he places the wax on your nipple. mumbling dirty words to you making you more and more wet.
he's very vocal in bed, his weight would be crushing you as he had you bent over. you couldn't tell him that though, you were a babbling mess by the end of it.
loves watching his cum cover you, especially your face (or tits if you have them) seeing you on your knees infront of him makes him whimper.
huge fan of you riding him, this doesn't mean you're dominant every time you ride him. he would be thrusting up and into you.
könig
sfw
this gentle giant would be so loving,. coming home covered head to toe in blood, demanding that you cuddle him. don't be scared! könig would never ever hurt you.
you would be in the basement with a wooden chair, wooden bed and a thin duvet and pillow. he had planned this basements layout before you came. each day he'd come down with food, holding the fork uo to your mouth whilst cupping your cheek. if you were a brat, he would tie your wrists so you couldn't bat his hands away.
after a week if being in the basement, he would let you up for 1-3 hours per day, you chose what time of day you went up. you preferred night because thats when he is most relaxed and not as likely to scare you.
but little did you know that this was part of his plan to get you attached to him. you craved him and wanted him with you every minute just like he did with you. when you saw him get up to leave, you would beg and plea for him to stay just for a little longer. how could he say no to that little face? some days he stayed the entire day and night, cuddling up against you on the already small bed was a bit difficult regarding his size. so you laid on top of his chest as his arms draped around your waist sometimes reaching to give you a playful slap of your ass.
just because you started to also become more clingy didn't mean that you were always clingy. some days you would cry just seeing him because of how stressed you felt. your tears bringing you a horrible headache and some days you cried so hard you vomitted and became ill.
these random days of wanting him with you 24/7 and others wanting to be left alone were so confusing for könig. when he came downstairs to see you crying with your head in your hard and crawled up into a ball begging him to go away, but how could he? how could he leave is darling downstairs so upset.
he would hold you, you never got to be left alone when you were sad. he couldn't bare to see you so incredibly sad, sometimes it made his heartbreak thinking that it was him. you were crying so hard you threw up because you didn't want him with you? what was wrong with him? you don't want him?
he held your hair up on the days your threw up, cooing at his baby. he would craddle you like a baby in his arms. no matter how big you are you would still look tiny in comparison to the giant.
nsfw
könig is soft and fast, he makes sure not to push you too hard but still he would increase how deep and rough he went everyday.
könig is a massive fan of cock warming you. seeing you whimper and begging him to thrust into you.
because of his huge size you can probably imagine how big he is down there too. 7.8inches soft and 9.3inches hard, with a vein on his left side, and it curvs upwards.
when hes hard his tip goes a reddish pink.
the first time you had sex, you didn't believe it would fit. it barely does, but you can still make it fit. sometimes könig worries that hes splitting you apart, he always asks for reassurance that hes doing good and makes sure that you're not in too much pain.
but könig would never have sex with you if you didn't let him stretch you, it would literally break him to see you go through that much pain without it.
definitely gives the best head, addicted to your taste
he has you sit in his face, and you know when people do that thing where they dont fully sit? yeah, thats not happening because his grip on you is too hard to break free from. he pulls you down and traps you with his strong arms. by the end of it you'd not even be able to make up a single word. just mumbling and whimpering. your moans are what he lives for.
he wants you to suck him off but gets worried that you'll hurt your throat to much or gag too much on his dicks, so instead you gives kitten likes and suck as much as you can whilst jerking him off and whispering in his ear. your breath against his ear makes him nearly cum on the spot, and he literally does when you bite his ear lobe.
much like ghost, he can go for multiple rounds, 3-4. when he realizes that you're too tired and weak to continue he uses your hand or thighs to finish himself off.
his aftercare would be you and him in the bath, its hard for both of you to fit (he has a big bathtub though) but you still manage. he cuddles you to his chest telling you how good you are, and how his baby is so precious. he lets you play with his hair as he rubs your back. afterwards, he dries you off, brushed your teeth and hair before he tucks you into bed and joins shortly after. still both naked.
when you wake up the next morning he goes bright red seeing you in your naked glory, as well as himself.
#simon ghost riley#call of duty modern warfare#modern warefare ii#cod x y/n#könig#cod x reader#ghost headcanon#simon riley smut#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#captain john price#john price#yandere#yandere x y/n#yandere x you#cod mw2#cod ghost#cod imagine#cod headcanons#kyle gaz garrick#john soap mactavish#soap mw2#cod soap#soap call of duty#cod smut#cod modern warfare#cod mw22#ghost posts#ghost mw2#captain john mactavish
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
Dance For Me, Baby HC
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *
Pairing(s): Rhysand / Eris / Azriel / Lucien / Cassian / Tamlin x reader
Warnings: IMPLIED SUGGESTIVENESS, READ WITH CAUTION
Summary: Each male is in a different situation with a famous female with you as the OC, and you're in a performance-based setting. The perfomance is based on the song/dance listed with each character (:
SR’s Note: I hope you guys like this lol idk where or why I thought this one up
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* ✧・゚: *
Rhysand's Performance - Vigilante Shit (Taylor Swift)
"Draw the cat eye sharp enough to kill a man."
"WHOOO, YES!" Rhysand unashamedly shouts through the quieted arena, all eyes turning to face him and gush
All your fans knew of your relationship, and to put it simply... the two of you were absolute goals
He was the best boyfriend, coming to every show he could, always being so supportive of you, and offering his love in every way -- when you were on (and off) the stage
You can't help but chuckle into the mic while trying to remain serious during your song as Rhys bobs his head along to your sensual song, swaying back and forth with your movements
"And she looks so pretty..." you lilt, and he claps loudly from the front row where he watches
"YES SHE DOES!" he shouts. You roll your eyes playfully, many fans in the pit "aww"ing at the interaction and watching the two of you
You try and remember to focus your attention to the whole crowd as you perform your routine on the chair -- it's hard when your handsome man is literally right there, catching your eye
Ugh, let's face it -- that chair should be him, shouldn't it?
Nonetheless, it propels you to dance harder, and keep going; you know his pride in you, and the reward you'll get later for working so hard
Sneaking a glance just one more time at Rhys, he's gazing at you lustfully, a smirk on his lips as he watches your arms and body roll in tandem with the music, the beads on your tiny dress swaying with each movement of your hips
The moment the song ends and the stagelights dim, you feel his delicate touch in your mind, voice delicate, unlike his promise of what is to come post-show
"I'll be the one getting revenge later, darling."
・゚:* ✧・゚: *
Eris' Performance - Greedy (Tate Mcrae)
"Alright! Let's uh... let's run Greedy one more time before we call it? Yeah?" Your manager's voice echoes through the open arena, bouncing off the open walls. You nod, and glance to the left corner of the arena when outside light floods in
One of your bodyguards is ushering in someone, and it only takes you a moment to figure out who it is. You hold up a "1" finger, and your manager sighs, nodding from the sound booth near the ceiling as you hop off the stage and jog toward your bodyguard and the approaching guest
"Hey!" You say, excitedly throwing your arms around your boyfriend's neck. He smiles brightly, pulling you into a hug and spinning you around by your waist
"Hey baby," he mumbles into your hair, setting you onto the ground gently. He pulls back to gaze into your eyes, and you smile breathlessly up at him, sweat sticking on your forehead
"I'm sorry I got here a little early to pick you up, " he glances around. "Maybe I can watch the end of your rehearsal?" He asks cautiously. You roll your eyes playfully and push his shoulder lightly
"I'm mainly practicing my moves today," you say. He glances to the top of your head and smirks
"I can tell," You gasp and swat his chest, causing him to laugh. You cross your arms over your chest
"Well... I've been at it all day. I can't promise it'll be all that good," you say. He only shrugs
"Show me what you've got."
You raise your brow at the challenge, sauntering back to the stage and climbing back upon it
"HIT IT!" You shout, and your manager begins the track to your song "greedy". On instinct, you begin singing along. Your voice is drowned out by the loud music, but you don't mind; Eris has heard you sing a million times
You accentuate each move to the fullest, performing this time as though your life depends on it. He has approached the edge of the stage, lightly crossing his arms over his chest, and staring you down like he's ready to eat you whole
You continue to dance, whipping your hair and moving your ass in a circle the way you were choreographed to do, but as full as you are physically able. Eris watches intently, smirking and shaking his head at you
As the song draws to a close, you stand, panting and bracing your hands on your hips
"Alright! I'll call it for today." Your manager says over the speakers. "Really good run, Y/N. Maybe your boyfriend should come to all our rehearsals," she says with a chuckle. You can't help but huff a laugh, dropping to your knees and sliding off the stage. Eris meets you, brows high on his forehead as he leans close to whisper in your ear
"Don't ever tell me you don't dance good again."
・゚:* ✧・゚: *
Azriel's Performance - Don't Start Now (Dua Lipa)
Azriel was more than excited to be your +1 to an awards show you'd been invited to perform at
This wasn't your first performance, as you'd toured before, done shows, all that... but you'd only been with Azriel for a couple of years, and you hadn't toured in that time, meaning he'd never seen you perform live
"You have a lot of fans," he said, wrapping his hand around your waist tighter as a million cameras flashed around the two of you on the carpet outside the venue
"Trust me dear -- they find you much more interesting," you say. You love to see the small tinge of pink that shades his cheeks, only you being the one to make him blush
After a few short interviews, autographs, and more photos -- Azriel walks you toward the stage door and presses a sweet kiss to your cheek
"You will do amazing, my love." He says
He's the only one to make you blush, too
"I'll find you after," You promise. He gives you one last small smile, and leaves you go get prepared for your performance
You don't meet his stare again until you're taking the stage for your hit single, "Don't Start Now"
The way his eyes roam over you in your pink two piece outfit make you feel as though you're one of the trophies being handed out tonight, and you begin singing, walking in time to your song with your dancers
When you get to the dance break, you're directly in front of Azriel in the front row, his eyes wide as he takes you in fully moving like a goddess in front of his very eyes
Kicking your feet in your cute boots, swaying your hips in your high cut sparkly pink bottoms, and rolling on the stage floor has the crowd cheering in awe -- and has your boyfriend speechless
By the end of the performance, your chest heaves breathlessly as you smile and look around, Azriel standing to clap above his head for you
You wink and saunter off the stage, changing quickly to not waste any more time not by his side. When you arrive at his side again, he pulls you close, hugging you fully
"You're... really, really good at dancing..." he says sheepishly, grinning so wide that all of his perfect teeth show
You giggle at him, kissing his reddened cheek. You love when he gets all giddy and speechless for you
・゚:* ✧・゚: *
Lucien's Performance - ... Baby One More Time (Britney Spears)
It was well into your tour when Lucien was finally able to come see you
You were so excited for him to finally be able to see you perform
He loved your girlypop songs, and he thought you were so cute in your little outfits you'd shown him
But, this was the first time he would get to finally see you live
He was in a private suite, and you could see him from everywhere on the stage
You were a little nervous pre-show, as you'd heard murmurs of rain showers in the area and the arena wasn't enclosed
Nonetheless -- you were going to perform your little heart out. It was just in youe nature to do so anyway, besides the fact that your boyfriend was finally there to see you
As tough as it was, you couldn't see Lucien pre-show. You really, really wanted to -- but between warm-ups, rehearsal, and hair and makeup, you did not want to distract yourself and Lucien agreed to see you first thing afterwards
Just knowing he was there, he was in the arena was enough for you to buzz with a different kind of energy that excited you more than ever before
When assembling your outfits in order, you yanked the typical pink one off the rack. Your outfits director gave you an incredulous look, and you only smirked at her. "I think I'm ready to try out that other one you recommended a few weeks ago"
She only chucked at you, replacing it with the skimpier option for the "Baby One More Time" number. "Maybe your boyfriend should attend all your shows", she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows
As the show started, you were able to spot him immediately. With his flaming red locks and overly joyful cheers, you couldn't help but perform harder than you had before
Each outfit change had him giving you a smile and a thumbs up like a dork, but once you were nearing the end of the show, you knew the last number was what would do him in
The stage descended into darkness, and you were hurriedly changed into your final outfit. You took a steadying breath in and scurried to one end of the ascention plane, your dancers surrouding you as the opening notes of "Baby One More Time" began
The lights arose, and the crowd erupted in cheers. The stagelights bathed every crystal on your glittering Swarovski bralette in radiant essence, and you tipped the edge of your fuzzy cowgirl hat once as you began strutting down the walkway, swaying your hips in your low-rise jeans. As if on cue, thunder cracked overhead and rain begain drizzling in from above, cascading over your esposed torso. You sang along to the beat, rolling your hips and flipping your soaking locks over your shoulder. The plane you stood on rose from the stage, and your abs flexed slightly as you fought for balance on the unstable surface
Your eyes met with Lucien's -- his jaw hung, and his mouth in a dramatic "O". You couldn't help but smile through your performance, playing up the movements as the song neared its ending
The crowd roared when you finished, and you thanked everyone for coming, waving to them all and blowing a kiss to your boyfriend. He met your eyes, and pointed to the door backstage, mouthing "You. Me. Back there. You know it." With a little wink
I'll leave you to just imagine the rest (;
・゚:* ✧・゚: *
Cassian's Performance - Espresso (Sabrina Carpenter)
Performing at a festival for the first time? A dream
Performing at a festival for the first time while your boyfriend was there watching you? A dream come true
Cassian was your biggest supporter in everything, especially your music career -- so when you were set to headline at one of Velaris' biggest music festivals, he was all over it
He even wore an "I <3 Y/N" shirt, but that is besides the point
You'd spent all morning getting ready with your team, the warm summer sun only encouraging you to get in the mood to perform your new song for the summer to the awaiting fans outside the doors of your backstage prep room
"Y/N! On in five!" The stage manager called. You smiled to yourself one last time, savoring these last few moments before you'd allow anyone outside your recording team and your boyfriend to hear your new hit single
When you finally took the stage, you walked back and forth, allowing the cool breeze to ruffle your long hair and cool your nerves burning through your skin. This was new for you, performing at this festival, and you worked the crowd for a little crowd interaction as you gazed to the right section where Cassian promised he'd be
The sight of his wings behind him left you smiling as he waved both hands over his head, and you send him a small wave in return. You also couldn't help but giggle at the corny tee he donned, dispite the taunts he'd recieved from Rhys and Azriel about it as the intro to "Espresso" began
As if on instinct, you began moving in time with your dancers to the song, keeping your movements small and controlled to conserve energy while singing your heart out. Nonetheless, you were performing - and the crowd was loving it, swaying and cheering along, but none of them as enthusiastic as your boyfriend
When you'd reached the end of your performance, you gave the edge of your fluffy white skirt one final toss and winked to Cassian before waving to the crowd. They erupted in applause, and Cassian cluthched his heart, pretending to faint before smiling widely at you. You giggled once more, skipping happily down the steps of the stage to the sectioned off area of the crowd to watch as the next performer geared up to take the platform. Cassian embraced you with his arms wide, lifting you high and rubbing your small back with his large hands
"Ha Ha!! Yesss that's my girl!" He praised. "You did amazing, sweetheart," he said, setting you back down and twirling you in a circle, admiring you from head to toe
"Why thank you, love bug." You say, standing on your absolute tippy-toes to press a gentle kiss to his cheek. He holds you in place with his hands wrapped around your waist, his voice a raspy whisper agaist the shell of your ear
"I'll drink your Espresso any day."
・゚:* ✧・゚: *
Tamlin's Performance - Obsessed (Olivia Rodrigo)
Tamlin had been to your shows a few times, as he was your best friend... well, you were his best friend
Sure, he was yours too, but... you'd always wanted more with him. How he didn't see that? You weren't sure
You always listened to his problems, been there for him when he needed you, and he was always there for you too
This show was an example of that. You were performing an unreleased song, one that would be a huge suprise for your whole fanbase, and as this was something you'd never done before, naturally, you were nervous
Of course you confided in your best friend about it, and he was perfect about it; he made you feel better, gave you all the courage you needed...
"What is the song about?" he'd asked you
"Well... there's this guy..." His brows had raised
"Oh?" He'd asked, suprised
"It's not about the guy, just... about his ex girlfriend, ectually. Haha," you'd explained. He only noded.
"Well that's... different. I didn't know you liked anyone." You immediately tensed, wanting to change the subject.
"It's also making me nervous, I hope people will like my aesthetic change too. I'm going with red this time... not... purple, like usual." You stammered. He nodded looking at the floor.
"What kind of red?" He asked. You looked around, eyes landing on the very thing that you two shared the most in common.
"Like, the color of the wooden panes of your fiddle."
It was after that he told you he actually wouldn't be able to come to this show. Which sucks, because you really, really wanted him to come. Little did he know, he was the guy. You liked him. He was going to come all along, why all the sudden the cold feet?
You sighed to yourself as you exited the stage, changing into the very outfit you'd hoped to be debuting for Tamlin today. As if on cue, your assistant rushes up to you with a bouquet of 12 perfect red roses, a small card in hand. She was out of breath, as were you as your atage attendants pulled fabric over your shoulders and brushed through your hair.
"This... these... he said it had to be now," she breathed. You quickly took the card from her, eyes scanning over the words.
You know I wouldn't miss this for the world. And quite frankly, I think you look beautiful in red.
You recognised the handwriting immediately, and your heart felt like it might explode out of your chest. Your assistant took the card back from you, promising to put the flowers in your dressing room as your brand new, shiny red guitar was thrust into your arms and the stage section you stood on was being lifted once more
You met the lights, the screams, the cheering -- and you looked. You searched the sides, the back, all around. You wouldn't find him, it was no use
You didn't care. He was here. He was here to see you. And he thought you were beautiful
The intro of "Obsessed" begins, and you shakily start the motions you'd practiced over and over. Dragging a sensual hand down your chest, the crowd roars and you're filled with confidence, moving to strum a few chords on your guitar. Its not long before you retire it for a microphone instead, heading toward the corner of the stage for the part of the song where you sing laying on the stage floor
It's then, when you're belting the lyrics, back arched, the you look to the side and meet those familiar emerald eyes, staring at you in shock. His strong arms are flexed over his chest, satisfaction and awe gleaming in his stare. You only smirk and continue, thrusting your hips and writing on the ground with the lyrics
As you continue your show, the crowd goes absolutely wild, and you're a panting mess by the end of it -- a panting, satisfied, excited mess
When you round the corner to your dressing room, you find him there, leaned against your vanity, hands braced against the edge of it as his lustful eyes meet yours. His roses are sat nest to him on the table, and you can't help but grin as you slowly saunter into the room, quietly closing the door behind you. He is the one to break the silence first, licking his lips as he drinks you in with his stare
"So... it seems there is something we needed to discuss, Y/N."
・゚:* ✧・゚: *
#a court of silver flames#acotar#acotar smut#lucien acotar#a court of thorns and roses#acosf#lucien x reader#acofas#a court of frost and starlight#lucien vanserra#eris vandaddy#eris vanserra#eris acotar#eris x reader#eris x oc#lucien#azriel smut#azriel#azriel acotar#azriel fanfic#rhys acotar#tamlin acotar#acowar#a court of mist and fury#a court of wings and ruin#high lord rhysand#rhysand#rhys x reader#cassian smut#cassian
134 notes
·
View notes
Text
one of the best realizations I have had as I have grown up is how amazing it is to show up for the people you love, unashamedly and unapologetically. show up to their classical music productions when you don't know anything about that kind of music, their chemistry club meetings when you are a literature student and don't know anything about chemistry but your bestie is doing cool experiments with copper sulphate, the very alluring blue portion you were tempted to drink in school cause it looked so magical. show up when they wake up from a long nap and have missed dinner and are feeling shitty, make them maggi and get them their fave chocolate. show up when they rant about animal documentaries excitedly and listen when they tell you the plot of jujustu kaisan at 4 am during exam week. take a walk with them at 11 pm in night because they told you you have no classes tomorrow so come down (it's their emotionally suppressed way of saying I miss you). cuddle with them to sleep because they are scared of thunderstorms. make them an art piece and write them a love letter for their birthday to show them you love them so much and you will never stop probably and that scares you sometimes but their presence will reassure you always. I know you know that they know that you love them but when you gift them your "an incomplete list of things you love about them" in your shitty handwriting they will smile and cry and choke you in a hug for 5 mins, it will be a smile spilling out of the sun and it'll be so worth it always. reply to their messages of hey "your name" except your name gets weirder and weirder cause they are bored and miss you and wanna talk and even if you are busy and tired , do return some of their affection with a small message that yes, you missed them too even though you are too tired to express. give them your fave drawing and you'll see how they have hung it up on their cork board in their dorm room. tell them to spam their earring collections and marvel over their strawberry earrings. send them a video message when they send you their jiggly caramel pudding video because omg they can cook now and you are so happy for them that you want to portal through the phone and hug them (you're gonna give them a recipe notebook for their birthday). let them rant on the phone while you fold your laundry, it's manageable mostly.
there are days when you can't show up and it's okay and they'll understand, most people who love you do, they should. but gosh, putting in effort in any relationship isn't that the best thing? because they are not just worth your love, the point of worth never even comes cause they are the very meaning of love. because God remember what Miyazaki said when you love someone you inspire each other to live and grow even when you recognize how hard living is. growing is difficult but you love growing with them.
I used to think I love people too much but you know what they love me too much too. so when someone asked richard siken what do you do when you love someone too much he said congratulate yourself. and today I am congratulating myself cause I know the loves of my life are doing that too.
#okkiee its 5 am and i am verh overwhelmed with love#these are all real life events that happened that made feel very loved#eni life stories#lovecore#found family tag#friendship#val tag#smn tag#musical soulmate tag#hiraeth tag#dee tag#inn tag#vish tag#love#romanticism#romantic academia#richard siken#poetry#this also includes my parents actually so uwu#yes incomplete list inspired by rwrb dont @ me
423 notes
·
View notes
Note
HI i just finished reading the comic and it's so so incredible!!!! your art is gorgeous and your work with the story is completely unmatched <3
I've been listening to the song Butcher Vanity by Vane Lily a lot and it strikes me as a Deepdark song!
Thank you! I'm so glad you like the comic. I agree, Deepdark's desire to kill and eat and never stop consuming is what defines him. I'll use the chance to share a PMV by my pal Katti, the creator of The Exiled comic who made a really excellent PMV with the song :)
youtube
I think someone else had the same idea as well, it looks like it's already been suggested before :) but yes it does fit very well! Any song about a land/town/etc that's been cursed and rotten forever works great.
Tell me now of the very soul that look alike, look alike Do you know the stranglehold covering their eyes? If I call on every soul in the land, on the moon Tell me if I'll ever know a blessing in disguise
The curse ruled from the underground, down by the shore And their hope grew with a hunger to live unlike before
youtube
I never knew this song was from the Justice League movie?? Wow, that's wild. It is a good song for PATFW as a whole.
Everybody knows that the dice are loaded Everybody rolls with their fingers crossed Everybody knows the war is over Everybody knows the good guys lost Everybody knows the fight was fixed The poor stay poor, the rich get rich That's how it goes Everybody knows
youtube
I have! In fact, the song "Hellfire" is the character theme song for Cootstorm. I made a drawing of it awhile ago.
youtube
Did you know that in fact someone made an animated video with Rainhaze to this very song? It's really cool, you should check it out!
youtube
Yeah, it's pretty Rainhaze! Especially in his post-Asphodelpaw murder manic phase.
If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see You’d look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dream And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep But I got facts and I’m not afraid to use ‘em, take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I’d rather be that than An amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal
youtube
Aww wait :(
Looks like the cat did a number on you Vienna, oh He took a brick off the side of the stoop Poor vienna It'll be over soon Your mamas waiting for ya But you're not coming home
Your mamas been so worried Cause you never came home Beneath the ground you're buried In memoriam
youtube
Yes I think it could be! Even more, I think it's exemplary of Deepdark's general charisma and desire to recruit people into Defiance, reminiscent of his speech from Issue 28.
You and me should go outside And beat 'em, beat 'em, beat 'em, beat 'em, beat 'em All pathetic flag waving ignorant geeks And we'll eat 'em, eat 'em, eat 'em, eat 'em, eat 'em
Come join the cause, come join the cause Who wants to come with me and come join the cause? Hide in the sky, hide in the sky Who wants to come with me and hide in the sky?
youtube
Oh, my mom loves this album, I grew up listening to it. This does remind me a bit of them, how sweet and sad.
And instead of saying all of your goodbyes Let them know you realize that life goes fast It's hard to make the good things last You realize the sun doesn't go down It's just an illusion caused by the world spinning round
Do you realize That you have the most beautiful face? Do you realize?
youtube
What a unique take on their relationship! I do like the theme of Ranger guiding Rainhaze's hand, and the parent-child energy is very interesting for them. Interesting take on Mordred, for that matter.
Guileless Son, I'll shape your belief And you'll always know that your father's a thief And you won't understand the cause of your grief But you'll always follow the voices beneath
Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty Loyalty only to me
youtube
73 notes
·
View notes
Note
kind of inexperienced reader with john nolan and he wants to try some new things. (smutttttttt)
preferably thigh or face riding
Something new
John Nolan x reader
Warnings/Tags: 18+, mdni!, reader is a little inexperienced, thigh riding, smut
Word count: 786
Authors note: Hello love, thanks for the request! I know it's short, but I'm willing to do a second part with face riding. Hope you'll like it!
Enjoy!
A while ago, you and John had decided you wanted to spice things up a little.
You were still a little inexperienced, not having done much before other than the typical sexual activities like blow jobs and fucking, so John decided to take matters into his hands and show you a few things.
Right now he was struggling to keep himself together and not bend you over the table, pounding into you until you were screaming his name backwards.
You were standing in just your bathrobe before him, just about to shower, as he came home, sitting down at the table to write a shopping list, when you entered the room.
You wanted to take his hand and guide him to the bathroom to join you in the shower, but he had other plans.
"I want to try something new." John said, stopping you in your movement, his hands holding your hips in place.
Curious, you looked down at him, waiting for him to continue. Whatever it was he wanted to try, the heat pooling in-between your thighs only intensified at the unknown.
He guided you closer towards him, making you sit down on his thigh, causing your breathing to hitch, as your naked cunt made contact with the fabric of his jeans.
It was a new sensation, rough and somehow wild. It had you shivering in anticipation, heart hammering in your chest, as he unfastened the belt on your robe.
Then his hands found their way back towards you hips, fitting like a glove. They were made for you and only you.
"Okay..." he mumbled, the grip on your hips intensifying the slightest bit, as he carefully started to guide you.
"And now, just relax."
You did as you were told, trying to relax but stiffening, when he made you move on his thigh. The rough fabric of his jeans rubbed against your clit, a moan stuck in your throat.
It wasn't as pleasant as you might have hoped for, but John hushed you, eyes meeting yours. "It'll get better, I promise." he spoke softly, pecking your lips.
His hard-on was pushing at the front if his jeans, getting more and more uncomfortable for him. But he wanted to have you come on his thigh first, wanted to show you how good it would feel.
You nodded, relaxing again, as you exhaled shakily.
John started to move you again, forwards and backwards in a steady but building rhythm, tilting you slightly and there it was-
A moan escaped your lips, heat rushing towards your center and cheeks at the sudden pleasure the new angle brought you.
John smiled to himself, repeating the motion with more pressure.
It shot through your body, into your toes and up your head. The pleasure was constantly building, tightening the familiar knot in your stomach, as you stumbled towards your first orgasm of the night.
"John!" you breathed out his name in a raspy moan and he returned it with one of his own, biting his lip to concentrate on the movements, as your hands took a hold of his shoulders.
You slowly took over, getting faster. One of his hands cupped your breast, thumb brushing over the stiff nipple.
You jolted, seeing stars.
His lips attached to it, sucking at the peaked bud, tongue swirling around it. More sparks shot through you at his actions, toes curling.
"I'm close!" you rasped out, noticing how the fabric of his jeans became wetter from your arousal. It made it easier to move, as one of your hands fisted his shirt.
His other hand found your clit, thumb drawing quick circles, matching the speed of your movement, when he let go of your nipple.
"Come for me." he muttered in your ear and you followed his command, as you came hard.
The coil snapped, sending you straight over the edge, as your fluids soaked his thigh. It blinded you momentarily, his name falling off your lips in hushed whispers.
He helped you ride out your high as your legs gave out, eventually holding you in place.
Breathing heavily you tried to calm down.
John watched you with hungry eyes, waiting for you to come down from your high, glowing like a goddess.
"Wow." you managed to breathe out, chuckling at him. "That was amazing." He grinned back at you, before he made you stand up.
Looking down at his leg he tskd, shaking his head. "My my, look what a mess you made."
You blushed at his words, his need for you making them huskier. "Gotta clean that up."
You nodded eagerly, taking his hands in yours. "And I know just how to." you told him, walking towards the bathroom.
"Just relax."
Tag List
@newobsessionweekly @laheysfilm
@rookietrek @augustvandyne
@dhunhdchrihhchrih @nachofriess
#the rookie#the rookie imagine#the rookie x reader#the rookie x u#john nolan x u#john nolan x reader#john nolan imagine#john nolan smut#john nolan
144 notes
·
View notes
Text
I just remembered a project I worked on for a while in like 2021 (maybe 2020) and it had a LOT of akumatized marinette's
That was the idea behind the whole thing but man I did one by one and found some of the most obscure akumatized marinette au's
Sooooo I'm dragging these drawings up from the ashes and maybe it'll be a nice surprise for some of y'all to see
yall got ✨fanart✨
and possibly reminded of miraculous ladybug HA
usually these were done on different canvas's (that were like 250x250) and then just... copied onto a larger canvas??? Mistakes were made and I was insane
A handful of these akumanette's were actually made by me cause apparently... roughly 18 other marinette's wasn't enough
Click for quality and this is a long post
First of all, shoutouts to my own akuma abominations creations.
First image, the ladybug with the red long hair? yeah the idea was the akuma bug seen in canon in like, s2 (also shown next to her) but updated for the new look in s4. Vry original we'll give it a 6/10
I don't remember too much for the middle one that is slightly dimmer. Though I do remember that was the kind of IDEA behind her. She's also holding a knife cause of course. Why have magical powers to kill people when you can harness the power of K N I F E 7/10
I remember a little more about the jester marinette in the back. She had a whole thing with medieval research, jester research, and she also wanted to stab Lila cause everyone wanted to stab lila at the time. 9/10 cause I had a fun time with her
Then the robinhood poster mari was a robin hood akuma mari. 3/10 not original
NEXT
Slightly canon to downright canon
Ladyblanc was a popular akumanette idea so slightly canon, I didn't base it off of anyone's au
Ladybug and Marinette are there because what's the fun of a crossover if the og doesn't get to panic along with the rest of them????
Last image, not talking about persecuter, we'll get to her in a bit. I just thought it would be funny at the time if I included Chloe and Antibug cause... haha
Antibug is kinda an akumatized lb rip off soooo
OTHER'S AU'S
what you've been waiting for
Thank god I kept track of credit (pats past me on the back)
First of all, at the very front we got @zoe-oneesama 's devil au that made an updated appearance in her scarlet lady au, love to see it
You'll also notice little devil bug on lb's knee in the sketch
Alopeka is to the left of Devil au, by @piearsonist
hi betcha you never would have guessed you got FANARTED HA
This is a post that explains that akumatized marinette, and you'll find more if you go to her page
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAND
Princess justice at the right by @kibouwmlb (also, hello hi, surprise) and honestly it is SUCH a pretty design OMYWORD I love the watercolors
Twiddling her thumbs, minding her business. Remember the release of Descendants 3? Yeah, Queen of Mean baby. And MORE by @shiinaeu hi you are a legend to me
This was so fun to draw at the time and I was experimenting in ways I hadn't before. Peak youtube miraculous ladybug fixation meeting art interest. First one of the characters I did fun fact
@edendaphne betcha you didn't expect fanart of that one scorpion akumanette well THINK AGAIN (also, crazy that this was around when I did your dtiys I just realized, huh)
ANd then slightly more obscure, though the post does have 173 ish notes so, is @skullqueensart 's akumanette right here
Why does akumanette have sunken cheeks here? I have no clue honestly. Take it up with me from 3 years ago and maybe you'll get answers who knows. She's also just... chilling. Looking at nothing. Into the abyss.
Not now chloe's, we are discussing persecutor now.
Love the story idea honestly and the akuma design is so god tier AKUMA that oof @yiprincessart I love it
Oh uh, and chloe will be fine
:)
CAN👏I👏 TALK👏 ABOUT👏 HER
She is the moment, she is beauty, she is grace
@artist-from-outersp-ace I love her. She looks so SO pretty!! At the time I loved your artstyle and I still do!! Too bad at the time I didn't know that Tumblr works by reblogging. I will be amending that.
I also remember being SO frustrated when drawing her that I didn't get a timelapse saved in time to show the drawing process :(
But I did love figuring out folds in the dress and the coloring process! Figuring out how to replicate elements in your art!
srs guys. Look at the RUFFLES
Alright, we are all agreeing to be accomplices and bystanders to Akuma jester marinette's NOT MURDER murder of Lila in the background? Okay good.
@lunian I have fanart for you~
And when I tell you I struggled with her design, I STRUGGLED. I ended up satisfied in the end but the curls bro, we lost the curls
But I do love her concepts and powers and I did back then too
And next to her, Okay, I never fully finished, mostly because I couldn't figure out how to get the hand to work with the tray balance thingie
@ladybub made this Lady Justice design and I WILL BE THERE when the comic updates. Or... if they aren't able to continue the comic that's also fine too <3 Life happens
Still love this au and the unique way for Marinette to get akumatized! Me and my sister bonded over our love over it!
I think this might be the first akumanette that isn't on tumblr to my knowledge. They are on Instagram tho @stivenwithani
Anyway I really liked the concept and the design just, reeked, of akuma that I included her
Okay more that I didn't really finish
We got another Princess/Lady Justice akuma idea at the left. Which I never kept track of the credit DANG IT I WAS DOING SO WELL
I'll update if I find the credit but man the OG did really well with the art.
And I have this akumanette comforting Lacrima from... a very graphic and whump fanfic Longest Night, read the tags
Anyway, Lacrima needs all the love she can get (also, funny enough, is the oldest out of this "gathering" of akumanette's)
It's not finished but hey @p-artsypants I gave angst ridden Lady Lacrima friends and fanart so.... yay...
AND THEN THE LAST ONE
was victim to so much reposting I could never find credit for it- UNTIL NOW
but the artist unfortunately deactivated their blog so that explains why I couldn't find their username all that time ago
It was a cool idea and I always love when creators take inspiration from how similar Marinette's name is to another word for a kind of puppet "Marionette"
But before I forget, I'll end this post on one of my akumanette's that I tried to squeeze in but never got to. But I did make more art for and I remember the story!
I remember having a background planned but I never really got around to it. Basically the story was that marinette got akumatized but managed to take off her earrings in time. I think the reason for her akumatization was connected to figuring out the secrets that Emilie had been hiding with the peacock miraculous (BEFORE we knew that adrien was a sentimonster).
Tikki had to bring the earrings to Chat Noir and he had to find someone that looked ENOUGH like Ladybug that Hawkmoth wouldn't notice as much that Ladybug wasn't actually there. Enter Mireille cause at the time a few people were pointing out how similar she looked to the dupain chengs.
Akumanette's powers had something to do with casting depression? I think? In the form of dragons? Oh, Also she travels by walking on the dragons so thats cool
I don't remember everything but I did have a lot planned for her.
10/10 just because I had a fun time with her
#tw old art#Don't Cringe at Old Art Challenge GO#long post#rambling about art and stories#akumatized!marinette#akumatized marinette#I'll add all the tags for the others ltr#miraculous ladybug#lady justice#princess justice#akumatized ladybug#I put this in my drafts in april and it's time to stop being socially anxious and just post it
417 notes
·
View notes