#he can't even give him a love story with a girl that loved him for who he was

[magix-winx-club]

Fun Little Nicknames

Daryl x reader

Summary: Daryl overhears you telling Judy a bedtime story and can't help but give you a nickname afterward, set in prison era

TW: just silly stuff

Okay but can you imagine Daryl calling you dumb variation of something he had overheard as nicknames for you. Okay let me explain:

You were babysitting Judy and it was time for a bedtime story. When you were little you loved listening, hearing, or reading stories before bed. So you really wanted Judy to experience this. You were sitting in the common room area, Judy in her baby carrier while you were folding some laundry. You glanced up once in a while to the little girl, finding her following you with her eyes, waving her little duck around Maggie and Glenn got for her. You made funny voice, facial expression and in general were very animated as you retold the story of Barbie in the Nutcracker. Sadly, you never had time or  money to see the ballett so this was the only version of the story you knew by heart. Sometimes you would sing a couple of verses from the songs, or dance around pretending to be a ballerina. Over the months on the road any hesitation or shame had left your mind. There were far more embarrassing things the grop had seen you do. Even when Daryl, who was sitting on the other side of the common room on a run down couch, fiddling with his crossbow, would snort at your antics or shake his head. You would just shoot him a look and an arched eyebrow, daring him to say something. But he knew better than to challenge your love for bedtime stories. 

Once you got to the end you revealed that Barbie was the sugar plum princess all along. You were so excited about it and Judy laughed when you picked her up, humming a song and slowly twirling around with her in your arms. 

“Ain’t you supposed to make her sleepy, not rile the lil asskicker up?” He drawled. You stopped your spinning, holding Judy close to your chest. She was still wiggling in your arms, waiting for you to start twirling her again. “Yeah, but Daryl! Barbie is the sugar plum princess.” You stared at him, making your eyes as wide as you could, so utterly serious as you said the ridiculous name. He just rolled his eyes, before getting up and picking Judy out of your arms, “All nonsense ain’t it.” He blew a raspberry on Judith's belly, making the little girl shriek. “Wha’ even is a Sugar Plum Princess,” it sounded hilarious coming from his smoke damaged voice. You wanted to laugh but instead you put your hands on your hip, looking at him exasperated. “Haven’t you been listening, Daryl?” 

This is how the nicknames started. “Alr’iht, sugar plum princess. Don’t need ya'all up in knots abou’ it.” He said handing Judith back to you. From that day on he would call you all kinds of variations of the name, “pumpkin pie elf”, “grape jelly gobblin”, "mac'n'cheese mermaid.” It was absolutely ridiculous the things he came up with. Yet, you could not help but look forward to what he would say next. It was a fun game trying to figure out what food item and fantasy creature he would mix together. 

You would always try and hide your laughter but Daryl could see the twinkle in your eyes, and the disappointed head shake lacked the same bite it had when you gave it to Carl. Even so, the game was fun, coming up with different names, scratching his brain for any of the fantasy stuff he knew. Normally, he would drive back in silence after a run just pondering over a new name. Glenn had complained to him that he never chatted in the car anymore. Today he had called you peach pie Gollum, which you could not help and burst out laughing. “That’s fair,” you held the peach can he had found close to your chest. Shaking your head you walked away from the car with the scavenged stuff. Daryl stared after you with a small grin on his face as well. “Man, you are so fucked,” Glenn commented, patting him on his shoulder.

Masterlist

[howlett-dekarios]

𝙸'𝚖 𝚊 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜.

▏Worst!Logan Howlett x Reader

▏Summary: Your past boyfriends planted in your brain the idiotic vision of how exactly you're supposed to care about your appearance and how you need to be clean shaved all the time. Logan proves you how a real man should treat his woman.

▏Warnings: just pure fluff | suggestive themes | MDNI

▏Word count: 1,5k

▏A/n: Let's be honest: Logan lived for over 200 years, he can't give a fuck about a little hair on his lover.

You love your late night movie marathons with Logan. These small moments are basically the only ones which aren’t including Wade. At first you two agreed on your friend being the part of it but after he got together with Ness again, you have more time to enjoy yourselves. Talk about nothing while TV is just background noise. 

Never before you’ve been feeling so safe. A simple knowledge of Logan being nearby, scent of cigars and his cologne calming your nerves after an exhausting day at work. 

The first time you saw this guy you were so sure about him not liking you. His routine reduced to sitting on the couch in complete silence, nodding at you from time to time as a way of showing you his acknowledgement of you living here too. 

Of course Wade told you his story. Why he has to stay here, not paying rent which by this point is only secured because of you working your ass off to provide for four people. But with every day Logan showed more and more interest. Not just in you but in trying to be better. Helping with cleaning the dishes or doing groceries. Cooking dinner when you’ve been too tired to even think about eating anything. And soon enough, after one of your girls nights out and him picking you up from bar, he ended up in your bed. 

You were so sure that it would only complicate your relationship. Mess the somehow warm bond formed on mutual respect. But you couldn’t have been more wrong. He admitted that from the beginning he has perceived you as the beautiful and kind woman, having absolutely no idea why the hell you’ve still lived with Wade. That he feared about scaring you away by how broken man he was. 

And here you are now, laying on his chest slowly falling asleep with a bowl of popcorn on your chest. If that is what home feels like, then you don’t want to ever be anywhere else. 

“You with me, love?” You can feel his lovely smirk even though you can’t see it. 

“W-what?” His voice woke you up, getting you out of your own head. Looking at the TV you saw a completely different movie playing and you smiled to yourself. Nothing new for you to zone out like this. “Sorry, been somewhere else.” 

“I can tell.” His low chuckle was the prettiest sound you’ve ever heard. 

“So, what are we watching now?” 

“Dunno, wasn’t paying attention.” It made both of you laugh. For Logan the film was just a background noise, the most perfect and memorable image staged in front of his face. His whole world held tight. His big hand slowly started to move towards your bare leg under the blanket, which immediately tensed you up, moving it further from his grip, wrapping it tightly with the warm covering. “What’s wrong?” His voice grew more stern. It’s not  like Logan demands from you to let him touch you, but the fact of how abruptly you retreated,.. he is worried. Maybe he did something wrong. 

“Nothing, Lo.” You tried to smile and leave the topic but he didn’t let you.

“Don’t lie to me, princess. What have I done?” 

“Nothing!” You assured him, your words honest enough to make him believe you. Something was still off though and Logan made a point of finding out what it is. “You didn’t do anything wrong.” 

“You are tense.” A simple observation. He doesn’t need to have heightened senses to know it. How your body is ready to move away. Logan brought your legs closer, trying to caress them once again, but without any luck. “Darling, what’s wrong.” His voice was demanding but still gentle. 

“It’s just… I haven’t shaved.” You admitted, embarrassed, trying to somehow hide from him. 

In your previous relationships, your exes expected you to be smooth and always shaved. Telling you how it was for the sake of hygiene and woman taking care of herself. Not wanting to be intimate or even touch you because of how disgusted they were by the small light hairs on your body. It root so deeply inside you that even while being single you’ve been getting rid of all your body hair, spending horrendous money on razors and waxing strips. 

But because of you having cold, you haven’t been able to go to shop for new ones. You didn’t want to ask Logan to buy you them, feeling ashamed of yourself for not having stocked some. It shouldn’t be his concern nor responsibility to spend money because of your stupidity. 

“Come again?” Logan prayed that he just misheard what you’ve just said. 

“I haven’t shaved.” You said a bit louder, defeated by the fact he found out. “I know it’s gross and I promise I will-“ 

But he didn’t let you finish. Switching your places so now he is the one on top of you, looking almost mad. 

“Listen to me very carefully, princess.” He caressed your hair gently, putting the string behind your ear. “I do not fucking care.” 

Why would he? It’s such a ridiculous thing that absolutely doesn’t change anything. He could imagine why or rather how planted thai bullshit in your head. Some young assholes that dicks weren’t even able to make you cum. But if you really thought that some hair would scare him away, make him not want to touch you, to devour you? Then you really don’t know him well enough. 

“You think I don’t wanna do this?” The blanket was thrown away, Logan slowly taking your sweats off, leaving you just in panties. Well now it was clear to him why you so suddenly decided to sleep in them the last few days. His lips gently pressed pecks on your calves and thighs. 

“Logan!” 

“Shh, darling, now I’m the one who’s speaking.” He wasn’t satisfied until your bare skin was cared with enough time and attention. “Fuck, you’re so perfect. My beautiful little miracle.” His palm caressed your cheek, while he kissed your lips lightly, the gesture full of admiration which made you blush. 

“But… I don’t understand.” You’re so confused. This is the opposite of what you’ve been used to in your past relationships. “Boys don’t like… don’t want-“ 

He shut you with another kiss, other hand firmly holding your thigh. 

“Yeah, exactly, baby. These idiots were boys who didn't know how to treat a goddess. I’m the man, sweetheart. I adore you. Every single part of your body. I can’t care less about you being shaved or not. I would love to have those legs around my head any second of the day, you understand?” His eyes were expecting any sort of answer but you were too stunned to ever say anything, so you just nod. “You’re a woman not a child and you don’t need to shave for me, princess. You expect me to be clean shaved?” Your head shook instantly. You loved his hair chest and how soft it was when your face was cuddled into him every morning. “Exactly. If you want to shave because you’re feeling better like that then it’s all fine, but don’t you dare assume that I’m thinking any less of you because you’re not, we clear?” 

“I… yes.” You honestly feel like crying. That’s one of the reasons why you loved Logan so bad. How he accepts you in every form, leaving you a choice to decide about yourself.

“Good. I think I need to prove it to you, though.” He teased your inner thigh with his big fingers, leavening a trail of kisses down your neck. “Just so you get it in your little head how this works me up.” 

“Lo…” You whined, his touch making you squirm. "I can't-"

“None of this, darling. Too late.” 

Week later you wake up, feeling aroused. A nice little thought comes to your mind and you quickly get your hips on both sides of Logan, sitting on his legs and wanting to wake him up with the nice sight. When he fully hardened and you were ready to blow him, his arm stopped you from taking his member in your mouth. You look up confused why the hell you are denied your sweet pleasure.  

“Fuck, I’m not shaved, princess.” His voice still rough from sleep, but his eyes are fully focused on you, smart smile undeniable. Teasing you by reminding you about your past stupid insecurity that he already had got rid off. 

“Oh shut up, idiot.” You blush a bit, can’t stop yourself from chuckling at that. With a simple shake of head you got back to the work, this time nothing stops your movement. 

[girlwhorizzed]

I WANT YOUR HIGH LOVE AND EMOTION ENDLESSLY..

in which ♡ you show your boyfriend how much you appreciate all he does for you, how selfless he is when it comes to you.

a/n ፧  haii guys :3 i haven't wrote jj in awhile so here!! hope whoever reads enjoys ♡

pairings ፧  boyfriend!jj ✗ reader

warnings ፧  m!receiving, f!giving, blowjob, language, smut, ꒰⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡

jj could barely care for himself. going on two-to-three days with the same worn out muscle tank that lost it's original color, and about two days without a shower. another two days without changing socks. he was used to living that way, not that he was proud or anything but he just didn’t care either. he never really minded going out smelling like smoke, he re-wore almost all the clothes he had to his name,

in his head — that was just the image that sold.

that's why, for a guy who can't even properly care for himself— cared for you like he did was surprising. he was surprisingly nurturing in his own way, it was an odd side to him that most people didn’t get to see. he’d bring you food if he knew you hadn’t eaten - even if he’d barely eaten himself, when you had bad headaches he’d be extra soft and caring, he’d always let you steal his clean shirts to wear to sleep in.

you had tried countless times to get this boy to atleast look like he’d showered in the last 2 weeks, but there was no use. he’d roll his eyes and shove you off - “i ain’t dirty mama, get off me" he’d smirk, laughing to himself.

it was a completely different story though when it came to you. you were practically the only exception to his lack of…cleanliness. always making himself presentable when you were coming over, making sure to spray a little more cologne— shave his armpits and put the cleanest or close to cleanest clothes he had, put on deodorant and actually ran fingers through his hair.

no one really knew about the sweet side of him, and he intended on keeping it that way, at least for the sake of his reputation around the island. his persona was that of a guy who only cared about getting by and getting stoned. no one would’ve been able to tell that he was actually a softie on the inside. only you and him knew the way he touched you and held you — like glass.

which is why today, your going to show him how much your appreciate it. , how much you appreciate the times he'd taken you to his home although you knew what went on there. the time he still attended midsummers face scratched up n'all for you even if he couldn't be your date. but it wasn’t as if this would be the first time you’ve reciprocated his efforts. you were always sure to be there for him, to bring him snacks or drinks or whatever you knew he needed after a long day.

you knew he didn’t expect anything in return and that he did it all because he wanted to but, you felt like today you were going to show him how much you appreciated the way he treated you — how he kept you safe and looked after you, even though you could clearly look after yourself.

with nothing left in mind to try and give him that he wouldn't reject, one thing you know he couldn't reject is getting his dick sucked. it's something that he'll push any task to the side for, for example. going to hang out with john b but just when he's leaving— his girl, so pretty and perfect gawing at his shorts. he can't reject that, never. that's your personal mission today and you keep your word to it.

when you get to the dilapidated home that you register as your man's home, his bike out front and front door open, you can already hear him inside the house, laughing and mumbling small-talk with another person— who you assume is a customer, you stay quiet and off to the side, like jj taught you when he's doing business.

he can sense you’re around, even with someone in his home. he always knows when you’re close by — something about him is just like that. his head snaps in your direction for a second, just a glimpse, before he returns his attention back to the business at hand. he knows you’re there to see him, like you always are, just waiting for him to be available. he wishes he could just pull you out and into his arms — right there infront of the guy who’s here for product.

jj's made it very clear and instructive face-to-face with you that it's not he doesn't trust you, it's he doesn't trust them. you'd think for having these guys he does business with in his circle, he'd at least trust them. but no, he’s quick to list the ways he'd harm them if anything ever were to happen to you. making it clear by a simple glare — that you’re off limits. he’s hyper protective over you, and he has a no-bullshit tolerance for anyone who wants to disrespect the boundaries he’s set. he knows they watch you when they think he’s not looking — they see you as some form of eye candy.

you feel a little flushed, cheeks red and warm. you always do when you take notice of that look in jj's eyes whenever he gets all protective over you, it's quick and short but you still take note of it, only catching sight of it every here and now. it's something wrong to feel but you can't help but at least get a tingle, or perhaps a little shiver between your legs. the way his brows furrow instinctively anytime your mentioned in any form thats inappropriate, and how his fists clench— he can't let any guy other than him see you that way. your his girl and although none of his customers are yet to try and chatty up with you, he's still on guard.

he knows how to be scary at the flick of a switch, he’s good at it. especially when it came to his pretty lil girlfriend being around. just the thought made his blood boil. he’d never be able to let it go if anything happened. he’s so on edge tonight that he barely even registers when the guy in front of him excuses himself to go to the bathroom, disappearing round the corner. he’s distracted. his eyes flickering over to you in the corner, his expression quickly softening. it almost seems like he’s missed you.

the paying customer returns back, taking to long for jj's liking— he slides the blonde a fifty during a casual dab-up trying to shield the exchange of money and weed, you notice even though their own jj's premise, they still do the same old tactics if they were exchanging in public— you’re used to this by now, the whole transaction, the way jj’s eyes dart from the guy in his home to your pretty little body all leaned against the doorframe. he’d be lying he said he never got a little thrill of being this close with you, while having a business deal go down infront of him. it was like he was rubbing it in their faces — having you in there while their business was being exchanged. ‘specially this guy, who’s definitely had a few looks that jj’s not happy about.

a couple minutes pass and the customer stills standing in front of the blonde, it ticks jj off even more and he's quick to shoo him off— rushing him out the door with a "c'mon man, get outta here."

he shuts the door hard behind himself, his gaze instantly snapping back to you. he takes the two large steps to close the gap between you both, suddenly grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him — crashing your bodies flush together and you almost let out a yelp, not expecting him to be so rough. you try to helplessly call out his name but he holds you so intensely close that you’re pressed against his chest, which is heaving with heavy breaths, the adrenaline pumping through his veins.

you can feel his tenseness through his shirt, manicured nails massaging his scalp to attempt to lessen his stress, just as your about to suggest that maybe he just needs your pretty lips on his dick— you feel him start to relax into you. the way you touched him had almost an instant effect on him. he let out a shaky and unsteady exhale, his grip suddenly less tight but still as possessive as ever. every time you touched him like this it almost put him in a trance, like you’d just drugged him. he’s been like this for a while, he needs to relax. and you’re the only thing that’ll help.

he buries his face into your shoulder, the tension in his body quickly deflating away. a small moan escapes your mouth as he presses sloppy kisses against your skin. you speak softly and slowly because your starting to understand. he thinks that your going to get whisked away by some guy, whom your not sure you've even seen other than here buying from your boyfriend. "here, this time you stop caring for me, let me care for you."

he almost wants to protest, but the way you sound so sweet and caring is too much for him to deny. he’s tired, he’s agitated and he’s just desperate to lose himself in you. “yeah? and how’re ya gonna do that, mama?” he murmurs, against your skin, voice low and strained. he suddenly lifts his head, so his face is right infront of yours, eyes heavy and lustful as he takes you in.

you let out a giggle, even in this state he still addresses you with that coy little nickname. your not sure how you even achieved it in the first place. "you'll see." you say quickly, you lead him to the couch where most of your hookups always occur, he seems to have muscle memory because he's quick to pin you down and take action, but not today.

his body covers yours, making you feel so small beneath him. it’s a sensation you love — the weight of his body against yours, all that strength and power that you know he has in him. you’re surprisingly strong, managing to shift you both so you’re on top in his place, his eyebrows raising in surprise. he doesn’t let on, but it’s something really sexy to him when you take control.

you slowly get off him, but not without accidentally giving him a little bump through his shorts as your getting off. "sit up." you instruct, already on your knees on the semi-molded wooden floor that you can put up with for now. you've ditched your pretty bow-pink kitten heels and wiped the access clear lipgloss off your lips from his sloppy kiss.

you could see the lift in his shorts, knowing he gets hard at the slight friction. he complies, he doesn’t say a word, but he does as he’s told. he props himself up against the couch behind him, legs spread to fit you right in-between them.

your dainty little hands are on his shorts in an instant, undoing his belt as quick as you'd do whenever jj picked you up some foolish little boxed figurine from some gift shop. once his shorts are down and you can physically see his dick sticking up through his boxers,

his gaze is locked on you, his eyes heavy and lustful with desire, a permanent smirk on his face tugging at his lips, "didn't know you were a freak like that." he joked, of course. at a time like this he cracked jokes.

you look up at him with your brows furrowed. "do you want to get your dick sucked or not?" you asked, straight forward and bluntly. he nods with a hence of speed that his head ought to fall off. you shake yours, giggling till his random erupt comment has you speechless— "don't get mad if my cum gets in your eye again, kay?"

a deep shade of red instantly spreads across your cheeks, his words causing the heat to pool between your thighs. you almost erased that memory from your head. “oh my god.. you’re gross” you huff, but there’s no denying the excitement in your tone.

he chuckles, the smirk he sports still plastered on his face. he’s almost never this relaxed and calm, but having himself pressed in your hands at a moment like this has him like a little puppy — he can’t help himself. he’s got yet another smart ass comment on the tip of his tongue before it gets cut off by a gasp from him, watching as your mouth lowers onto his dick. he can feel it twitch as you look up at him, making him let out a quiet whimper.

he’s trying to keep his cool, still wanting to make a comment or two while you’ve got him in your mouth. it’s hard though; you’re really good at this, he’s got to give you credit. his breathing is labored, one hand clutching the couch arm behind him while the other grabs the back of your head, fingers tangling into your hair instinctively as a moan escapes his lip. you almost want to be on your knees just for him all the time. the things you do to him, all his self control is flying out the window.

at his noises and the facade he's trying to keep up but desperately failing, inspired you to work your mouth faster— swirl your tongue over his tip more than twice. you pull him from your mouth, your lips making a pop noise, the salvia and spit from your mouth connects your lips with his tip, your quick to shove his dick back into your mouth. your little hands are holding him down by his thighs from shifting around, he's all jittery and weak from you.

compliments, praises, curses under his breath. he doesn’t even realise he’s doing it, at first. he’s so lost in the sensations you’re sending through him that his mouth is moving without even realising, words that you’re able to understand between his strangled moans.

“just like that, mama, you’re so goddamn good —“ he’s a mess. a sweaty, heavy breathing mess; all your doing. it’s so different from usual, when he has you all breathless and trembling beneath him — it’s all he can take to bite his lip as not to let any more embarrassing noises escape.

you feel his fingers grip a little more at your hair, his noises coming out a little louder. his moans are like music to your ears, the way his head tilts back and his thighs start to twitch at every move you take — it’s really a sight to see him like this. he’s always so confident and cocky, but he’s getting wrecked by you and he’s never really been like this. he’s just so vulnerable and sensitive, it just adds to the whole image of this guy everyone seems to be scared of.

your free hand that isn't holding him down from squirming around is fiddling with his balls— pinching and even taking a few moments to show appreciation to them as well, your mouth gives a minute rest to jj as you cup his balls into your mouth, it's a struggle but you still do so, your working to his finish line. there's spit everywhere, but your only focused on his dick. your lips are quickly back wrapped around him.

it’s just all becoming too much for him to handle, each passing second he’s getting more and more overwhelmed. the noises he’s making are completely foreign, he’s usually so composed and in control but for once he’s willing to give that up in your hands. he’s losing it, all the self control that he’s capable of is gone as he gives in. he manages to form a semblance of a sentence, his head lolled back against the couch and words strangled and strained, “gonna — baby, m'close.. gonna cum!"

you pull away from his dick, his hand still very much pulling on your hair— "c'mon jayj, it's okay, you can do it." you push out, beginning to pepper kisses all on his thighs, before wrapping your mouth around him one last time.

that little praise comment and the amount of pressure built up his release, before you knew it he was whimpering and groaning, tugging at your ends and unable to vocally speak a sentence at the pleasure, without warning— his warm cum shot up right down your throat, your sat on your ass now the abrupt unannounced cum sitting in your mouth, you look up at jj from your position not knowing what to do next. after all jj always guided you.

he’s finally able to form actual words; “shit— sorry mama. just swallow. ” his voice is strangled and breathless, but his softness to you and his tone is still very much there. his eyes are half shut, his chest rising and falling with every heavy breath. he’s waiting on every little move you make,. he’s a pretty sight, all slumped on the couch and wrecked. he needs a few moments before he’s himself again, but for now he’s all yours, completely at your mercy.

you follow what he said, swallowing down the warm liquid from the stimulation you caused, you wipe your mouth afterwards with your hand— still sitting and waiting for what to do next. you look like a little puppy waiting for it's owners instructions, your lips are all plumped and filled with gloss that isn't your typical gloss but it still works.

the look he sees on your face is enough to get him back to his senses, still slightly out of breathe and hazy. he opens his mouth to say something but is quickly cut off by the sight of you still sitting there, clearly waiting for instruction. it’s then that he remembers that he usually is the one to guide you into things like this. he knows you’re lost. “c’mere.” he mutters through a huff of his breath, tugging at your arm.

you lift yourself up onto the couch next to him, a little too eager to do whatever he wants you to — just like usual. he can see it in your expression, he can see that you’re waiting for his guidance. he gives you a little smile, hand brushing his thumb against your cheek. he’s still got that gleam in his eyes, the smirk still tugging at his lips. he’s still him, he’s just recovering himself from such intense pleasure.

“take a drink.” he instructs quietly, nodding towards the glass of water on the table beside the couch. he’s watching you, waiting to see you take a sip. you do as you’re told, taking a long and thorough gulp of the liquid. he’s eyeing you intently, not speaking while you drink. he’s just observing you, taking you in.

once you’ve swallowed down it down, you place the glass back on the nightstand. you feel his fingers graze his way over to your chin, lifting your head up so you’re looking up at him. you’re so vulnerable as you sit there, your big innocent looking gaze staring back at him, waiting for him to give you what to do next. he knows it, he’s well aware of how you are after this type of stuff.

he can’t help but to let out a little chuckle as he sees your expression, soft and vulnerable — wanting to be told what to do. he can’t deny that it’s a turn on for him, you being so soft and willing to do anything for him. he wants to mess with you, see how far he can go and you would do for him. “didn't wanna kiss you if you didn't drink water, would've tasted my own cum.” he chuckles, thumb dragging against your lower lip.

you roll your eyes, slapping his bare shoulder playfully before you took it upon yourself to pull up his boxers, knowing him he would've stayed with his dick out all day. "should've spit it out." you joke, shaking your head judgementally as you switch positions to be facing the opposite way, but still keeping an eye to see his reaction.

he looks offended, like he can’t believe you’d have done that to him. he lets out a scoff, but then his face breaks into a smirk and then chuckling at your joke. he shakes his head, taking notice of your new position. he pulls you by your waist until you’re sitting in front of him on his lap, leaning back into his chest. he presses a little kiss to your temple before resting his chin on your shoulder. “you know i taste pretty good.” he teases, snaking an arm around your waist.

[secret-moonstruck]

UNDER THE SPELL OF THE MOON | ENHYPEN ??

Weekly challenge: secret-moonstruck x callmemonster68

— Pairing: enhypen x fem!reader | (Masterlist)

— Synopsis: Only one victim, only one heart was needed for Y/N to invoke her powers through the moon. But seven could be much more appetizing.

— Genre: smut, gore.

— Words: 5.512.

— Warnings: unprotected sex, fingering, oral sex, praising, cum inside, making out, clit play, begging, hickeys, cum eating, overstimulation, injuries, slaps, pet play, submission, blood, gore, death, murder.

— Notes: I'm new to this writing thing, and English is not my first language. Sorry for not writing so well, I wish to improve and bring better and well-written stories.

Y/N's golden eyes sparkled as she watched from the top of the building the group of friends leaving a restaurant. Her pointy, red nails drummed on the floor beside her as a smile covered her lips.

Normally she would just wait for the night of the full moon to arrive, then choose a pure and innocent victim with a kind soul, take her to her home where she would devour his heart, intensifying his powers and extending his immortality.

But she still had time, so she spent the whole night observing this group of friends, they were as close as brothers, there was a connection between them that Y/N could feel even from a distance. They were the type of people who would do anything for each other, a connection probably created over many years since they were children. A connection that Y/N would love to ruin, a connection that would certainly leave their sweet little hearts in pieces when broken, making them even tastier, and giving Y/N much more power. She decided to have some fun for the next few days before performing the ritual.

Y/N waited for them to separate and he chose your victim.

Sunghoon was alone, the empty and silent street now wet from the sudden rain, it was then that he heard the sound of crying in the distance in an alley. He followed the sound and as he turned the corner he saw the girl lying on the ground, injured, crying, her clothes soaked and dirty.

- Oh my god, what happened to you? - He asked worriedly, approaching the girl, trying to lift her.

- I was attacked, a strange creature, I managed to escape but I couldn't go any further. - She said desperately through tears.

- Come, I'll help you.  - He lifted her onto his lap, as she didn't seem able to walk at the moment.

Not knowing what to do, Sunghoon took the girl to his apartment.

- Thank you for helping me. My name is Y/N. - She said as she left the bathroom, now clean, dry and wearing Sunghoon's clothes. 

- Imagine, it was nothing. Are you better? - He asked approaching her. - I'm Sunghoon.

- Yes, I am, thank you very much. - She replied, but she was holding her arm covering something.

Sunghoon noticed this and took her hand away noticing a wound, he turned her around and noticed that the wound went to her back.

- You're not well. - He said scolding her. - Come on, let's take care of this.

He made her sit on the couch with her back facing him while he tended to the wound, but the wound was covered by the shirt she was wearing.

- Y/N... I'm sorry but I can't take care of that part.

- Okay. Just a minute. - Y/N replied, adjusting herself.

Sunghoon was shocked, she simply took off her shirt and held it against her chest. Your back completely exposed to him. 

Not knowing how to react he started to tend to the wound, he didn't know what to think, how could she do that if she didn't even know him. What if he was someone bad and attacked her?

Sunghoon's long fingers slowly touched Y/N's bare back, he had already finished treating the wound but without realizing it he began to caress her soft skin, causing goosebumps.

- Sunghoon… - Y/N moaned his name, almost inaudible, but he heard her. 

He continued to caress her, his hands passing through her arms as he approached her body, he seemed in a trance, she automatically tilted her neck, leaving it exposed to him, who slowly distributed kisses.

Sunghoon didn't know what was happening, he never acted like this on impulse, with a stranger, but something about her was enchanting him. He couldn't think, his body just acted on instinct. He turned her towards him and kissed her, an intense kiss and even though it was soft it was covered in flames. Both being set on fire as he pulled her onto his lap, stripping her of her clothes, Y/N's eager hands doing the same to him. I wish them consuming in an explosion of pleasure, a night he was sure he would never forget.

The next morning, when Sunghoon woke up Y/N was missing, she left a note.

“I'm sorry about yesterday, I hope you don't think wrong about me, I'm not that kind of person, something about you weakened me, I acted without thinking. I'm sorry."

Sunghoon felt that the note had a sweet aroma, and as he reread the note he felt a burning sensation in his chest, when he looked at what it was he saw a strange mark, it looked like some kind of writing marking in red, but he couldn't identify it, his chest burned again and the mark disappeared.

Jay didn't like going to parties but it was his friend's birthday so he agreed to go. He just stood there among his friends drinking while watching the dance floor. He was bored, he wanted to get away from there, it was noisy, crowded, hot, uncomfortable, he just wanted to be in the comfort of his home.

He was about to say goodbye to his friends when he saw her. He couldn't help but smile at how lost the girl looked, her innocent eyes looking around looking scared of the crowd. She was beautiful, she didn't have the look of someone who was there to have sex with anyone, she had an appearance with a subtle and natural sensuality, contrasting with her innocent look. Jay felt sorry for her and decided to see if she needed help.

- Sorry to approach you like this, but do you need help? Are you looking for someone?

- Ooooh, my friends disappeared, I don't know if they left, I don't even know how I'm going to get home, I don't even know where this place is. - She seemed worried.

- Hmmm, well, if you accept trusting a stranger. I can take it. - He offered it to her. - My name is Jay.

- Serious? Will you help me? Thanks Jay. - She jumped excitedly. – Me I call Y/N. Thank you very much indeed.

As they approached the car, Jay noticed that Y/N stopped walking.

- I'm sorry, Jay.  - Y/N said between tears. - I lied, my friends didn't leave me alone. They saw that I was interested in you and let me see if I could get close to you. I'm sorry. You don't have to take me. I'm sorry, I'll call them.

He stopped for a moment, watching her as he thought. He normally wouldn't go out with a stranger he met at a random party. But something about her attracted him, he felt something pulling him towards that girl, who had a balance of innocence and sensuality. He saw her face in tears and wanted to protect her from anything that made her cry, but it also made him want to.

- Don't be sorry Y/N, I'm not mad or anything. - He said caressing her face. - You wanted my attention and you got it.

Jay held her face between his big hands and kissed her. It started out as something soft and gentle, but little by little he felt himself burning up for her. He pulled her closer, his hands going down to her exposed legs, he was about to lift her up when he remembered they were in a public parking lot. He wouldn't do that to her there.

- Y/N if you really want to go through with this, we can go to my apartment. - He said to the girl who just nodded, her face red and anxious.

When they arrived at Jay's apartment, they barely made it through the door before he kissed her again, a trail of clothes everywhere they went. His body burned against hers, their bodies seemed to recognize each other as they moved in sync, while sighs mixed throughout the room.

Jay woke up in the middle of the night with Y/N ​​still lying on his chest as he felt his chest burning, he watched as a strange mark appeared over it, the strange letters disappearing as quickly as they appeared. He thought it was some dream so he just ignored it.

Sunoo was walking back to her apartment when he saw her hunched over, huddled in front of the apartment next door, she looked frustrated.

- Hello, did something happen? - He asked the girl gently.

- Oooh, I moved away little by little to this apartment…but I'm so stupid that I forgot my password. - She replied making a face.

Sunoo laughed, she looked cute, but he noticed how she was wearing a short white dress, which didn't make sense since it was really cold.

- How about we do it like this? You can come in and warm up a bit while you try to remember your password. - He offered, worried that she would freeze there. - Could it be?

- Would you do that? Aaaah thank you so much, I was afraid I was going to freeze to death…my brain apparently already froze. - She joked.

While she was trying to remember her password, Sunoo made them hot chocolate. Neither of them noticed the hours passing as they chatted animatedly, Y/N for a moment forgot why she was there, she really was comfortable with his sweetness. But as easily as she forgot, she remembered why she was there, she had no time to waste. Maintaining her awkward posture, she spilled her hot chocolate on him.

- Oh no, I'm sorry Sunoo. - She desperately tried to help him. - This is so hot, did you burn yourself?

- No, it's okay.  - He smiled calming her before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. - There's no need to worry Y/N, it's okay.

- Here, let me help you. - She said following him.

She tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt pulling it up helping him take it off.

- Are you sure you didn't burn yourself? - She asked, while innocently pulling his shirt to see if his body wasn't burned.

He felt like he had caught her belly but he didn't want to make her feel guilty so he lied, that it hadn't burned as he pulled his shirt back but she could still see it.

- Chocolate burn can get ugly, we need to take care of it. - She scolded him.

She asked where there were things to take care of the burn, he said he had them in his room and she dragged him there making him show her where it was.

Y/N made him sit on the bed after he handed over the box with the necessary things. She tried to take care of the wound by lifting his shirt just a little, but it kept getting in the way so she made him take it off. Sunoo felt embarrassed but obeyed her.

As Y/N's gentle fingers tended to the burn he tried to ignore the shivers on his body. She blew gently after applying the ointment, making him even more tense.

- You are very beautiful Sunoo. - Y/N said softly, looking into his eyes, her fingers gently running over his skin.

- I… yeah… Thank you… I guess… - He was very nervous. - Have you finished?

- Not yet. - Y/N replied, bringing her face closer to his.

Sunoo tried to pull away but his body wouldn't allow it, he wanted this, something about her paralyzed him, he couldn't help but yearn for this kiss. Giving up he gave in and kissed her, an unknown heat suddenly emerging shocking him. Without realizing it, he deepened the kiss, making it more intense, pulling her onto his lap, her hands glued to his bare chest, while she moved on his lap, rubbing herself, making him excited. 

- Stop Y/N, please, if it continues like this there is no going back. - He asked when breaking the kiss, his eyes still closed, avoiding looking at her, if he saw her he would give in again.

Y/N smiled, he was really trying hard, she could feel how his soul was so deliciously sweet, his heart too good, she wanted to devour him right there, but it wasn't the time yet.

- So there's no turning back, because I want you Sunoo. - She whispered before kissing him again.

Sunoo threw away the last bit of control, desire consuming him. The desire to possess her was too strong, he had never felt anything like it. He lost consciousness, his clothes disappearing in seconds as their bodies became one.

He was immersed in pleasure when he felt the burning in his chest, different from when he burned himself earlier, he felt the letters being engraved under Y/N's touch, that pain causing more pleasure blinding him, he couldn't take it anymore.

The next day Sunoo was still trying to clear his mind, he looked at his chest in the mirror, looking for the mark, he was sure of what he saw and felt, but the mark wasn't there...Maybe he imagined it.

Heeseung passed in front of the flower shop and saw Y/N coming out carrying so many flowers that it was obvious that she wouldn't be able to go far as it covered her vision.

- Do you want help? - Heeseung offered politely.

- You are an angel, thank you very much.

Y/N explained that she needed to make a delivery but the delivery guy would take a while so she was going in person as it wasn't too far away. He offered to give her a ride.

During the way Heeseung felt discomfort, the smell of the flowers was making him dizzy, feverish, he didn't understand why. But everything got worse on the way back, and Y/N, realizing he insisted on waiting a while in his store, offered him a cold juice to try to get better.

Heeseung didn't understand what was happening, his body felt strange, and his mind became cloudy, his eyes followed Y/N as she walked around the store arranging flowers, organizing orders, he struggled to look away when she went up the stairs looking for something on the high shelves, her short skirt revealing too much, it was becoming unbearable for him, every minute there made him feel guilty for the thoughts that were starting to invade his mind.

- I better go. Thank you, I'm better now. - Heeseung dropped the glass and was about to leave when Y/N interrupted him.

- No, you're hot, you could get sick on the street. - Y/N was touching her feverish face. - Heeseung… maybe you are sensitive to aromas?

- What? Why? - What did that have to do with it? He didn't understand.

- Well, some aromas can be aphrodisiacs, especially for people who are sensitive to them.

- Can what? 

- Don't you know what it means? - Y/N's eyes were fixed on his as she inched closer and closer.

- I know. - Heeseung was nervous about the proximity, so he felt like he was trapped between Y/N and a table.

- So, I'm sorry, my flowers caused this to you...maybe to apologize, I can help you. 

Heeseung didn't try to run away or fight his desires, instead he pulled Y/N into a kiss, which burned as much as his body.

Fortunately they were almost at the back of the store, or anyone passing by would see what was happening there, Y/N leaning against the table while Heeseung possessed her body, his hands holding her hair pulling her closer to him, just so he could distribute kisses to her exposed neck.

His body burned so much as he moved against her that he barely cared as the letters glowed across his chest, burning into his skin.

Ni-Ki was arriving at the club when he saw Y/N trying to break free from a drunk guy, he didn't hesitate to hit the guy.

- Are you well? - Ni-Ki asked Y/N.

- Yes, thank you very much, that guy was disgusting.

They entered the club together, his friends were calling him, but he ignored them and went with Y/N ​​to the bar where they talked for a long time while drinking. Y/N showing her charms that perfectly fused between innocence and sensuality, attracting Ni-Ki's interest more and more, her smiles and looks expressing desire, not like someone who goes after anyone at the bar, but for him, just for him. Y/N getting closer and closer as the topic became less superfluous, becoming more intimate.

When Ni-Ki was sure she didn't show any signs of hesitation he kissed her, and at that moment her flame consumed him. When he felt how the situation was progressing he broke the kiss, no words were needed for both of them to know that they should take this to a more private place.

As the club had a private area, he asked for one of the rooms where friends normally held their exclusive parties, but Ni-Ki wanted to party only with Y/N ​​at that moment.

While Ni-Ki spoke to the waiter still at the door dismissing him after getting the drinks, Y/N sat down, not on one of the many sofas that surrounded the room, but on the table in the center. 

The music playing in the back of the room, while she told him to go to one of the sofas. Y/N climbed onto the table on her knees and hands and smiled at him before getting up on the table, Ni-Ki was in awe of the woman in front of her as she danced sensually, the pieces of clothing leaving her body following her movements, her hands running over her own naked body, she went down on the table again going to him. Y/N sat on Ni-Ki moving on his lap as she removed his clothes. Before long the room became noisy, the music mixing with the obscene sounds of their bodies and their moans. Ni-ki's name was heard repeatedly in that room as he lost more and more control, not knowing how many times one brought extreme pleasure to the other.

Ni-Ki had his face between Y/N's legs, her hair being pulled as she begged for him, that's when he felt the mark burning his chest, he was so focused on taking Y/N to the limit that he ignored the burning caused by the words that soon disappeared.

The clothing store seemed almost empty, there were There were few people there, Jungwon was going to the fitting room to try on the clothes he was interested in, when he heard someone asking for help in one of the booths, he thought it was strange but didn't ignore it.

- Hello, is everything okay? - He asked politely.

- Oh finally, please, can you help me? - A female voice asked politely. 

- I'm going to call a saleswoman, just a minute. 

- No need, you can help me.

Hesitantly he opened the door, Y/N couldn't unzip the dress she was trying on, she asked him to help her, when he entered the cabin she closed the door.

Jungwon's hands shook as he opened the dress, but his entire body froze in the next moment, instead of holding the dress, Y/N let it slide down her body and fall at her feet.

- I'm very sorry. - Jungwon she tried to leave the dressing room after several seconds in which he unknowingly admired Y/N's body.

- Wait. - Y/N's hands stopping him. - Why were you so nervous? You're not getting turned on by a stranger you met minutes ago in a store fitting room, are you?

- I...don't...just...I better go. - He he tried to leave again, but Y/N placed herself between him and the door, her body very close to his.

- If I were you, I wouldn't go out like this...it could be complicated. - Her eyes pointing towards his pants, which were obviously much tighter.

- I can help you. - Y/N's sweet whisper hypnotizing him, unconsciously he agreed. - By the way, I'm Y/N, you better know my name at least.

- Jungwon...my name is Jungwon. - The answer was low.

Y/N's hands descending down his body to the zipper of his pants.

Jungwon's head was leaning against the wall of the dressing room, his mouth almost bleeding as he tried to avoid moaning for fear of someone hearing, while Y/N was on her knees in front of him, that was great but the image of her half naked in front of him kept repeating in his mind.

- Please Y/N, I want…. I want…

- No need to ask. I want you inside me too.

They were both sure that anyone in the store would know what was going on there. But they didn't care, the only thing that mattered was the pleasure they were feeling. The eyes of Jungwon fixos in the mirror watching in amazement as he disappeared inside Y/N, and so he saw perfectly when the mark was burned into his chest and disappeared, but he didn't have time to think about it, his attention was only on Y/N. 

Jake was with his friends at a restaurant, he saw the girl alone drunk with her head lying on the table, he approached to check on her. Y/N was very drunk, he tried his best to find out her address to send her home in a taxi, but he didn't get an answer, he was worried about leaving her there so even though he was afraid he thought the best option was to take her with him, as he noticed some men looking at her strangely.

He was afraid that she would be scared to wake up if she saw him there, so he thought of leaving her sleeping in the living room next to a note explaining why she was there. But the moment he went to release the note, Y/N's eyes opened, meeting his, he was the one who got scared, she just smiled.

- Thanks. - She said as she sat down, she looked at the note. - You are very kind. What is your name?

-Jake.  - His name came out shaky with nervousness.

- Oh, Jake, a beautiful name. My name is Y/N. - A sweet smile on your face as you adjusted yourself on the sofa, giving him space to sit. - Aren't you afraid of bringing a stranger into your house?

- No, I was afraid that you would feel scared when you woke up in a stranger's house.

- I understand, but no. I can see perfectly well that you would not harm me. I know you've already done a lot for me, but... would you mind if I stayed the night? I got into a fight with my roommate, I really didn't want to go back today.

- Of course, it's okay. - Jake was very kind.

- Aaaah, thank you very much. - She excitedly hugged him, making him blush.

Jake noticed how uncomfortable she was wearing clothes, so he offered her a change of clothes and let her take a shower before bed. But the moment Y/N got out of the shower, he regretted his kindness, she was only wearing her shirt, leaving her legs exposed, the shirt might be big, but not big enough, he couldn't help but look at her body.

- You may be kind, but you're not innocent Jake. - Y/N's tone of voice and smile changing as she approached him. - You're not thinking about attacking the innocent girl you protected from the bad guys at the restaurant, are you?

He realized late that he was cornered, she was too close, his breathing was heavy as her hands roamed his body.

- I'm just kidding, you don't have to worry, I assure you that no matter what you do to me, it's nothing I don't would want. - She pulled him, their lips almost touching. - Do whatever you want with me Jake.

That's exactly what he did, now she was the one with her back pressed against the wall as he lifted her onto his lap. His entire body burning under the spell of her lips, he took her to his bedroom where he was consumed and blinded by desire, his body moving for more as Y/N rode him, his hands firmly on her waist controlling her movements, pressing her body against his as he filled her insides as they both climaxed.

Jake's eyes were closed as his breathing returned to normal, when he felt the letters burning into his chest, he groaned in pain, but when he opened his eyes the mark was gone.

The days that followed Y/N was all that existed on their minds, the small spell she cast was enough for them to become obsessed with her.

That night the full moon shone brightly under the ruins of the great hall in the middle of the forest, a place that was probably a great castle many years ago.

Y/n was sitting on a large stone table swinging her legs excitedly as she looked at the moon, her golden eyes shining brightly as she felt most alive, full moon nights were when her powers were at their peak. 

- The day has finally arrived. - The smile on his face would scare anyone who saw it.

Facing the moon Y/N began her spell as the dagger in her hands made her arm bleed. Blood dripping onto the floor over letters identical to the ones that were marked on his seven victims, one of his eyes changed color now glowing a beautiful shade of pink.

One by one One of the men she marked felt a sharp pain in her chest and her marks appeared, along with a vision.

“Y/N was trapped in the great forest hall, injured while the others were around her torturing her.”

They fell into despair when they saw her there, and worse seeing their beloved friends hurting the woman who hadn't left their minds for a second since they met her. Without hesitation they headed to the place where Y/N was waiting for them. 

She had never bewitched and manipulated the minds of seven people at once, but it was easy and she was ecstatic, spinning and laughing around the abandoned hall as she felt their desperation to save her. Meticulously leaving objects that would serve as weapons for them.

Jake was the first to arrive, he saw Y/N passed out in the middle of the room and ran to help her, but before he reached her Jay arrived, both having hallucinations, seeing the other threaten and hurt Y/N, they immediately started fighting.

One by one they arrived in the large hall and joined the fight, Y/N had fun watching them while they were still hallucinating seeing her defenseless and injured. 

It was absurdly charming to see the best friends fighting each other, but the climax was when the deaths started.

Y/N's eyes were shining brighter and brighter when she saw Jake take a knife and stab Heeseung in the stomach several times. But Jake didn't live much longer, as almost at the same time he began to suffocate when Sunghoon tied a rope around his neck, killing him almost immediately.

Y/N laughed sadistically as she watched them, she ran to Heeseung's fallen body, ripping out his heart before doing the same to Jake, she returned to the large table she was sitting on top of, and devoured their hearts as the fight continued, her legs swinging excitedly, her eyes turning dark red.

Jay and Sunoo were fighting, but a dagger flashed before Sunoo's eyes and he killed Jay immediately, Sunghoon who was coming angrily at him didn't see the dagger in his hand when he attacked him, he only noticed it when it was stuck in his chest.

While Jungwon's hands squeezed Ni-Ki's throat, choking him, the boy was almost losing consciousness when the blade in Sunoo's hands cut Jungwon's throat.

Y/N was distracted devouring the hearts from the bodies of others and almost didn't see when Ni-Ki fought with Sunoo and took the dagger he was wielding and went through Sunoo's chest, his body collapsed to the ground.

- Run away Y/N, they are not them anymore, Ni-Ki is still alive, you must run away, he will hurt her. - He said, seeing Y/N approaching him, he was dying, blood was already coming out of her lips. - I'm sorry, I couldn't protect you.

- My poor boy, the sweetest, so pure and naive. - Y/N's fingers caressed his face, comforting him. - Don't worry, Ni-Ki can't hurt me. You were good, don't worry. Thank you for fighting for me, my dear. A waste for you to die like this, you would be perfect serving me. But know that your sweet heart will always be with me.

Holding his face as blood ran down his lips, his life hanging by a thread, Y/N kissed him sweetly.

- Goodbye my dear Sunoo. - Y/N said as her hand crossed his chest, ripping out his heart.

Y/N stood up leaving Sunoo's bloody and lifeless body on the floor, his heart in her hands, she devoured it as she approached Ni-Ki.

Y/N's glowing red eyes found Ni-Ki. She expected to see panic in his eyes, by now he must have woken up and realized what he had done, his heart was probably filled with fear.

Y/N's fingers tracing Ni-Ki's face, the tip of her nail lifting her chin to look him in the eyes. While the other hand touched his chest, feeling his heart racing. She smiled thinking about how his eager heart would soon be hers.

But the smile suddenly disappeared as he studied his gaze, he wasn't panicked or sad or anything. On the contrary, a smile appeared on his face and his hand held Y/N's hand against his chest.

- You feel no remorse, no fear. - Y/N said smiling, a proud and devilish smile, her eyes getting darker and darker. - You took pleasure in killing them.

- They lusted after you, I would never allow any of them to have you Y/N. You are mine.

Y/N laughed loudly, this pathetic human thought she could be HIS?

- You are more naive than you think, do you really think that I will be yours? You are just a weak human, you could have killed your friends, those who protected you so much and loved and cared for you. You have a horrible soul. But all you could offer me was your heart, but not even that serves me anymore, your heart is cruel and dirty, it is useless to me. But I'll be good and kill him, it wouldn't be fair to the others to leave him alive.

Ni-Ki pulled Y/N by the waist, placing their bodies together, their lips almost touching.

- Are you really going to kill me?  - He whispered against her lips, she smiled, evaluating him.

- You know Ni-Ki, you're right, it would be a waste, your human soul has already become so dark and your heart so dirty that I imagine how deliciously terrible you would be if you transformed.

Y/N closed the distance between them by kissing Ni-Ki fiercely, but the kiss didn't last long, she soon pulled away smiling, snatched the dagger from his hands and made a cut again on his arm, then handed it to Ni-KI while his blood flowed.

- Drink, become mine for eternity. - Y/N's eyes were now completely black covered by their darkness while her smile became more and more devilish.

Without hesitation, Ni-Ki took Y/N's arm and drank her blood, at the same moment he felt an agonizing pain throughout his body.

- Did you deceive me? I'm dying.  - He moaned of longing, fallen on the floor.

- Not mine darling, only your soul is dying. - Y/N bent down in front of him, stroking his hair. - You, my love, are just reborn, being reborn for your mine.

The pain was unbearable, his heart felt like it was on fire, his entire body ached as if hundreds of blades were running through his veins. He screamed in agony, then silence took over the place.

When Y/N held Ni-Ki's face and lifted it up, his eyes were black like hers, there was only emptiness and darkness in them. black marks spread across his face.

- So beautiful, now you belong to me. My devilish boy.

There was no more pain, there was nothing left for him to feel, just desire, he wanted Y/N, and now he would have her.

With a quick movement that surprised Y/N, Ni-ki stood up, lifting her onto his lap before kissing her, a kiss full of desire and flames, there was only her in his mind, he longed for her, the real her, not the Y/N who seduced him that day, but the demonic Y/N that was in his arms covered in blood, the demonic Y/N that made him kill the only people that mattered in his life.

Next challenge: Freedom

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Hi I just read your prompt list could I get a fluffy first time story about jey. Number 7 prompt for first time and number 4 prompt for fluff. If you could do that, that would be great. I absolutely love the way you write and I cannot wait to see what you do with this. Have a great day 🤎😀🤎

Feel It - J.U

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🌺"We can stop anytime you want"

💗"Don't worry, I'll take care of you"

A/N: Thank you for requesting Isabella. Thank you for enjoying my writing style and I really hope you enjoy this 💋 Plot: Jey makes sure to make your first time special. For his special girl. 🩷 Tags: PIV, oral (Female receiving), pet names, cervix kissing, body fluids, virgin reader, soft!Jey, praising

It’s been thirty minutes—thirty minutes of lip-licking, tongue-sucking, and the slow, tender caresses of each other’s bodies, both of you lost in the moment. The room feels smaller now, each touch more urgent than the last. Your hands find their way into the curls of his mullet, your fingers massaging his scalp gently.

But it’s happening again—the heat between your legs, the deep ache that spreads through your core. It's become so intense that can't bare anymore, your body desperately trying to fight the flood of need threatening to take over you.

“J-Jey,” you whisper, your voice unsteady as you call his name. His lips pull away from yours, his face flushed, lips swollen from the heated kisses, and his eyes glazed over, barely able to focus.

“Yeah, mama?” His voice is thick, almost drunk on the overwhelming moment between you two, but there’s a bit of concern in his gaze, a crave to make sure you're okay.

You tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling him closer. “I’m ready...” you admit, the words slipping past your lips in a breathless, soft whimper.

His eyes widen slightly, caught off guard for a moment by your whimper. He hesitates, brows furrowed, his hands almost unsure as they hover over you. “You sure? We can wait more if you want to...” His tone is gentle, giving you the space to back out if you want, though the heat in his voice betrays his need.

But you can’t wait anymore. Not now, not when you’re this close to the edge. Without another word, you silence his hesitation with another kiss, your lips cruicial against his, pulling him on top of you by the shirt, feeling the fabric stretch beneath your grip. You whisper against his lips, your voice soft, trembling with need, “Please.”

He hovers over you, his body just above yours, sitting up on his elbows as his eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation. “We can stop anytime you want,” he assures you, his voice low.

You nod softly, a small but genuine gesture, your teeth gently catching your bottom lip. His words are a comfort, but you don’t want to stop. You want more.

He slowly shifts his weight, sitting back on his knees with an almost delicate movement. The shift gives you a moment to take in the muscles flexing in his chest and arms, the glistening sheen of sweat from the heat of the moment on his tattoos. Without breaking eye contact, he pulls his shirt off, his hands moving with slowness. The fabric brushes over his skin, exposing his toned chest, before he casually tosses it to the side. The action feels calculated, almost like he’s savoring every moment, building the heat even more.

His hands trail down your body, his fingertips gently caressing your chest, his touch soft but steady. The feeling sends a shiver down your spine, your body reacting to his every movement. His fingers reach the hem of your shirt, teasing the fabric upward as he pulls it off slowly, your breath catching in your throat at the feel of the cool air against your skin. The shirt slips over your head, leaving you bare beneath him.

He lowers himself, placing soft, lingering kisses down your chest, each touch leaving a trail of warmth. His lips brush between your breasts, each kiss slow, as if savoring the feeling of your skin against his lips. His mouth travels lower, grazing your stomach, the delicate skin of your abdomen, each kiss sending shivers through your body. He doesn’t rush; he takes his time, enjoying every inch of you, his touch teasing and soft.

As he reaches your abdomen, he lifts his gaze, locking eyes with you once more, searching for any sign of hesitation, asking for your permission in that quiet, unspoken way. His expression is filled with tenderness, his body poised but still, giving you full control, letting you decide the next step.

Your breath hitches, the tension inside you growing unbearable as you fight to hold back. But your body betrays you, and before you can stop yourself, you whimper, the words tumbling out with an almost desperate need. “P-please I-.”

"Dont worry, I'll take care of you," his voice soft. His grip tightens slightly around your waist, his eyes darkening with a hunger he can no longer deny. His hand moves down, and with slowness, he hooks his fingers around the hem of your shorts, dragging the fabric down your legs. The motion feels agonizingly slow, teasing both you and himself with the slowness. When the shorts finally slip off, you’re left with only your panties as the last barrier between you.

He slips off the bed with a fluid motion, standing to remove his joggers and underwear. The sight of him—his cock, sculpted, thick, tip gleaming with precum, and every inch of him raw—makes your eyes widen, your breath catching in your throat. Your pulse quickens, heart pounding loudly in your ears as your body reacts on its own. A tight, needy sensation coils deep within you, your gummy walls clenching in need, a flood of heat rushing to the surface.

You can’t tear your eyes away from him, watching as he discards the last of his clothes, the dim light casting shadows over his muscles and the faint sheen of sweat on his tattooed skin. It’s overwhelming, the sight, the feeling, the weight of everything building between you.

Then, without hesitation, he slips back onto the bed. His body presses against yours, the heat between you rising as he settles in between your thighs, his chest against your legs. There’s a split second of silence—only the sound of your heavy breathing—before he moves, positioning himself so that your panties and his mouth are perfectly aligned.

He looks up at you, those big, dark brown eyes locking onto yours. His lips brush against your pussy through the fabric of your panties, sending a wave of heat coursing through your runny folds. The simple contact is enough to make your pussy clench as you bite down on your lip, trying to hold back the mix of pleasure and frustration bubbling inside you.

He's teasing you—slow, and calculating, and making every second feel like an eternity. You can feel it, every inch of your body aching for him.

Then, with a slow, calculated motion, he takes one finger and gently slips the waistband of your panties to the side, exposing your slick, needy, pretty pussy to him. The cool air hits your skin, only sharpening the warmth spreading through your body.

“Look at me while I eat this pussy, mama," he whispers softly, his voice low. You obey, your eyes locking with his as you feel the weight of his gaze. He blows gently, the breath warm against your pussy, before placing a slow, deliberate kiss where you need him most.

Every kiss mirrors the careful, teasing way he’d kissed you earlier, his touch tender yet filled with purpose. Your breath quickens, your body responding to the moment, your mind consumed with the feeling. A soft moan escapes you as you try to control the overwhelming pleasure flooding your senses, “Ohh, fuckkk-”.

His tongue darts out, dipping into your needy little hole before his lips latch around your clit, sucking softly. You grip the bed beneath you for support, your eyes never leaving his. You try to hold onto your composure as you feel his finger stretch you open, but the feeling is so intense, you can feel yourself nearing the edge.

He had you breathless, your body squirming beneath him, soft cries spilling from your lips as waves of pleasure crashed over you. Your fingers curled into the sheets, grasping for something—anything—to ground yourself. And just when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, he finally pulled away, his dark eyes flickering up to meet yours. A satisfied smirk played on his lips as he licks your juices from him mouth.

He climbs on top of you, his body pressing against yours. His strong hands cradle the back of your head, fingers threading through your hair as he tilts your face up toward him. Then, without hesitation, his lips crash onto yours, hungry and consuming, pulling you into him like he never wants to let go.

When he finally pulls back, his forehead brushes against yours, his breath fanning over your lips as he whispers, “Tap me if it’s too much, baby.” His voice is hoarse, filled with restraint, yet laced with need.

Your only response is a needy moan, your body arching instinctively toward him, silently begging for more. He studies your expression, his dark eyes searching for any sign of hesitation, but all he finds is raw lust. That’s all he needs.

He pushes inside of you, slowly, making sure you feel every inch of him. The moment he stretches you, your mouth falls open in silent surrender, a sharp gasp slipping from your lips as your pussy clenches around his thigh cock. His eyes never leave yours, locked in an intense gaze that makes your stomach coil with pleasure.

Your breaths come in sloppy pants, the feeling almost overwhelming, yet you don’t want him to stop. Your pussy's so tight, so fragile in this moment, but all you crave is more—more of him, more of him taking your innocence, more of the lust that builds with every passing second.

More… more… more.

“Jeeyyy!” you cry out, your voice breaking as he buries his meaty cock to the hilt, filling your gummy walls completely. Your fingers grasp at his back, nails digging into his sweaty skin, pulling him closer, deeper. The sharp sting only makes him groan, his breath hot against your neck. “So tight, so wet, mama,” he rasps, his voice thick with pleasure. He moves slowly, letting you feel every inch of him as he rocks into you. His hands brace against the bed on either side of you, muscles tensed, his control slipping with every passing second. He lifts his head, dark eyes locking onto yours, searching your face—the way your lips part, the way your tits bounce with each slow thrust, watching your saliva drip to his sheets from your mouth hanging open. 

The room is filled with nothing but your ragged breaths, his low groans, and the steady rhythm of skin slapping skin. He watches you, completely captivated—because right now, in this moment, you are his, and he is yours.

His movements grow, each slow thrust hitting the perfect spot, sending waves rippling through you. “Feel so fucking good, mama…squeezing my dick so good” he groans, his voice rough, laced with hunger. A soft whimper escapes your lips, your body trembling beneath him. “Y-you’re big, papa,” you breathe, barely able to form the words.

Jey watches you with dark, hooded eyes, completely entranced by the way you take him. He moves deeper, slower, savoring every second. “Mhm, take this dick, you got it,” he murmurs, his voice low and coaxing, filled with unspoken praise. That simple encouragement is all it takes. Your body clenches around him, the feeling pulling a deep moan from his lips. His grip tightens slightly, his jaw flexing as he fights to keep himself in control, but the way you react to him—so eager, so responsive—only makes him want to give you more. 

The pressure builds deep within you, winding tighter and tighter until you’re teetering on the edge. You can feel it—so can he. His breathing turns ragged, his grip tightening as he buries himself deeper. “Cum wit’ me, mama… give it to me,” Jey rasps, his pace quickening, desperate, like he needs this just as much as you do.

That’s all it takes. The coil inside you snaps, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense it borders on pain—the kind that feels too good to resist. Your pussy clenches around his cock, trembling uncontrollably as your release takes over. Tears spill from your eyes, streaking down your cheeks, soaking your lashes—but thanks to your lash tech, they’ll hold up just fine.

Jey groans at the way you squeeze him, the feeling pushing him over the edge right behind you. He pulls out at the last second, a low curse slipping from his lips as he spill thick ropes of his cum across your stomach and breasts, his body shuddering through his release. 

Jey collapses beside you, his chest rising and falling with deep, heavy breaths. A satisfied grin tugs at his lips as he watches you, your body still trembling from the aftershocks. He reaches over, brushing a stray tear from your cheek with the pad of his thumb, his touch gentle.

"You good, mama?" he asks, voice husky, still laced with exhaustion.

You nod, your lips curling into a soft, fucked-out smile. “Mhm… just need a minute.” Your voice is hoarse, barely above a whisper.

Jey chuckles, leaning in to press a lingering kiss to your forehead before pulling back to admire you—the way your chest rises and falls, the way your lashes flutter as you come down from your high. “You look so damn sexy like this,” he murmurs, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your bare thigh.

You feel warmth spread through your body, not just from the aftermath but from the way he looks at you—like you're the only thing in the world that matters.

After a moment, Jey props himself up on his elbow, eyes flickering down to the mess on your stomach and chest. A smirk plays on his lips as he swipes a finger through it before bringing it to your lips teasingly.

"Jey—" You swat his hand away, rolling your eyes with a laugh.

He grins, clearly pleased with himself, before shaking his head. "Aight, lemme clean you up." He slips off the bed, disappearing into the bathroom. You hear the sink run for a moment before he returns with a warm towel. The bed dips as he kneels beside you, wiping you down with slow, careful movements, taking his time like he’s memorizing every inch of your skin.

Once he’s done, he tosses the towel aside and pulls you into his arms, his body warm and solid against yours. You settle into him easily, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers tangle in your hair, his other hand resting on the small of your back, holding you close.

“You staying the night?” His voice is softer now, almost hesitant, like he doesn’t want this moment to end.

You glance up at him, eyes meeting his, and there’s something there—something deeper than just lust. You smile, tracing a finger along his jaw before whispering, “Of course.”

Jey exhales like he’d been holding his breath, his grip on you tightening just a little. "Good," he murmurs, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple.

[legendarywonderlandnightmare]

Due to recently made question, I'm headcanoning (?) every Bachelor/Bachelorette Stardew Valley Surnames.

So, I gonna explain the logic behind these:

1-I headcanon that their surnames fit into hobbies or personalities, more than into proffesions (I will leave this to all non datable characters).

2-I will go assuming that the majority of them took their father's last name (with some exceptions).

3-I read all names meaning, so it helps me to decide their last names and add more layers to their character. I ignore if Maru comes from María Eugenia or from Japanese word Circle, so is the only case I ignored her name.

4-Personal aesthetic. I will chose those what sounds good to me.

............

ALEX George, Evelyn and Alex Mullner are canon so I can't explore more. Their surname means miller. I think that Alex used to have his father's surname, but for obvious reasons he changed it. I would like to think that he used being Alex Barrett, because Barrett means troublesome.

ABIGAIL Pierre and Caroline are French origin names. I considered Marchand surname (literally means Merchant), but as I said, I don't want surnames based on professions. Also, I feel that even if Abigail is not Pierre's bio daughter and there are many discussions and differences between them, its obviously that they love each other. I think that it would be cool that, at least, she can inherited a surname from his father that fits her personality. Pierre, Caroline and Abigail Piper, because it means "flute player". Yes, I know that Abigail has a more adventurous side, but I also assume that those flute classes weren't free and this is something that her parents made for her that she actually enjoys.

SHANE, as I explain in a previous post (https://www.tumblr.com/legendarywonderlandnightmare/775814088240545792/you-i-need-your-help-what-do-you-think-shanes?source=share), I named him as Shane Gwalnet (Welsh-celtic last name meaning hawk of may) .

LEAH. Our cottage girl who loves art and likes foraging in her free time. She broke up with an abusive partner and gave up her life in Zuzu city to pursue her art career. Basically, cutting to grow into something stronger, healthier. Let's not forget that trimming, cutting and reaping are techniques used in gardening to encourage blossoming. Due to this, I would say that her complete name is Leah Cropper as an occupational surname that used to reap crops and trim trees.

ELLIOT. In the beginning I was thinking giving him a last name related to the sea. But I think there are other aspects of him that are more important. Like his creativity, his poetry, his tenacity to fight for his dream even if many think he won't be able to do it. I found that Elliott Garnett would fit him better. Garnett means seller of hinges, but also means "seller of pomegranates" that he loves. Why I'm centering on pomegranates? Because they are a symbol of resurrection, fertility and creativity. Something that fits into Elliott's character!

MARU and SEBASTIAN. I like to assume Demetrius took Robin's surname, because I don't see her as a person who takes their husband's surname. And Sebastian...uggg, even if I feel bad for him, I think he has Robin's ex husband last name. But, that's not kinda his story arc? That he feels ostracized from his family? So, I think that Robin will keep her maiden name and Demetrius and Maru would take it. All of them have different hobbies, professions and interest. But it's a fact that all of them depend somehow of living by the forest to express themselves (Robin works with wood, Demetrius is an environmental scientist, Maru needs clear skies to observe through her telescope, and Sebastian loves solitude). So let's name them Robin, Demetrius and Maru Atwood (English last name, meaning dweller at the wood) and Sebastian Blackley (English last name, meaning dark wood) because even if it's not obvious, he still belongs to his family.

SAM. I know I've said that "no last names related to professions" but I make rules to break them, specially, because I think I must do it in this case. Kent is traumatized by war and this has a huge impact on his family. We know by dialogue that he used being much more happy, playful and carefree. Probably, he was like Sam before war (cries). Also, Samson was the name of a soldier and Vincent is good at shooting (dialogue said during Valley Fair festival). So, yep, I find no reason to not give them a military last name. So, from now, I'm gonna name them as Kent, Jodi, Vincent and Sam Krieger (German last name, meaning soldier).

EMILY and HALEY. These both sisters are so different, but I think that the have something in common and it's their pursuit of beautiness in the world. It could be in the form of creativity and self expression or from observing surroundings and vanity, but it's basically the same pursuit. So I will name the sisters as Emily and Haley Belcher (Norman last name meaning Fair face, cheerful, pleasant temperament).

PENNY. This was difficult. Because I can't imagine naming Penny with a last name related to alcohol or naming Pam after books. They are opposite in personalities and values and pursuit different goals. But then I realized that both were hurt by the same man who abandoned them. This unknown character left nothing behind, except his last name that its stills haunting this family. Also, I totally headcanon that Penny changes her last name for her partner's as a symbol of breaking from her past and going after the bright future she always dream about. So let's name them Pam and Penny Wanless (Scottish, meaning hopeless or luckness).

HARVEY is our kind doctor. He is timid, scareful, but sweet and a good guy in general. He loves everything related to flying, but due to his own fears, he never tried to pursuit that career. He learns to overcome his fears thanks to the farmer. I think that a last name related to birds will fit him. Also, mostly birds spent their lives with the same partner and this sounds like Harvey to me. So let's name Harvey Finch.

KROBUS because, why not? I headcanon that all magical creatures have Zoroastrian last names (because the word magician comes from there). Krobus told us that his name means bridge-crosser in his language. Curiously, there's a bridge related to Zoroastrian beliefs called Chinvat bridge (bridge of judgement, very interesting,but too long to post it, so look on it on Wikipedia), so last name him Krobus Chinvat.

[mari-lair]

To the moon AU, where Hanako and Kou work at Sigmon Corps, a technological corporation whose clients are the dying, people filled with doubts and regrets, wishing for a different life. Their job is to rewrite their clients' memories so that their ideal life becomes true, diving into their memories, getting to know strangers' lives from the end to how it started so that they can tweak it all, inserting fabricated memories as naturally as they can to give their clients a believable dream life during the minutes before their death.

Hanako is a veteran in the job, the poster boy for the corporation and the one who came up with the 'we grant people wishes!' slogan. Despite his competence, he can't keep a partner for long, tending to isolate himself and overall be hard to work with. Kou is a newbie that was paired with Hanako to get some experience. It was a tough pair-up at first, since Kou gets attached easily to the patients, having trouble staying professionally detached and more than once making himself interactable in memories he doesn't belong to, for he wishes he could be of 'real help'.

Hanako is as charmed as he is annoyed by Kou's meddling at the start, having grown apathetic to people's lives after so many years on the job, so he is mostly dismissive of Kou's struggles, being a good teacher when teaching him how everything works, but not a good friend.

To everyone's surprise, Hanako and Kou, who could always be seen arguing over how the other decided to solve a case, eventually grew inseparable, a fixed pair. Hanako could even be seen trailing after Kou instead of lockng himself in his office, able to smile with genuine joy.

It was a miracle!

Nene is one of their youngest clients, only 27 years old, only two years older than Hanako and Kou, and already on her deathbed. Her request form tells them her wish is to fall in love with a handsome and princely man and be able to live happily with him until they are 100 years old.

She is so young, her case hits Kou hard, but Hanako doesn't care, flipantly commenting that Nene is cute and treating her memory as carelessly as most patients.

At least not at first, but as they walk through Nene's memory, watching her make bad love decisions after bad love decision while trying to stay hopeful and being able to give the people around her all the love she has, they grow attached to.

They fall in love so easily, it scares Hanako, who, for once in his life, has trouble ignoring that this girl is at death door, sleeping for now, and never waking up again. 

Hanako considers making her meet him in high school and make her fall in love with him. Kou is highly against it, claiming it isn't ethical to insert themselve into a patient's life (something Hanako always tells him!!) and that Hanako isn't 'a handsome and princely man' as requested, which Hanako takes some offense to despite Kou being correct. 

Kou wanted to do the patient wishes, insert an incredible boy much better than himself to sweep Nene off her feet during one of her lowest memories and start off their happy love story. Hanako claims Nene would be happy with anyone's love anyways, and is overall acting 'weird', enough for Kou to worry a bit.

Turn out, in one of Nene's earlier memories, she had met Hanako before. When he was a small kid lost in a festival, the younger version of Hanako clearly awestruck by Nene.

Hanako is embarrassed, claiming he didn't remember this, and Kou become more exasperated than angry with Hanako, giving him an earfull 'dude don't use our job to fulfil your dream to get with your childhood crush, this should be about Nene's wish.'

In the end, they fulfill end up fulfilling her wishes and give her a wonderful made-up husband who is rich and popular and beautiful and some of this made up prince charming personality is suspiciously similar to Hanako, but he treat her well. And she is happy. Nene dies in a picture perfect world, happy, but they both feel empty, attending her funeral.

[angelltheninth]

Public Affection with Homelander

Pairing: John "Homelander" Gillman x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, public display of affection, kissing, possessiveness, bragging, public pressure, media pressure, flirting, praise

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A/N: He is deeply unhinged. But he is also very handsome. So... I'll give him a pass here.

Many things he does are for the crowd, a speciticle, a show for the cameras, including his over exaggerated affection for you

He does love you, truly there's no one he cares about more but he's not the best at showing it in the right way

The affection is always so aggressive, so possessive

Every kiss is intended to make you breathless, make you gasp so loud that you're heard by everyone around you, always intended to be seen

He wants people to see he loves you, and that you're his girl, no one else can look at you the way he does

John visits you at work a lot and has no problem dragging you out of work to spend time with you

Who would ever tell him that he can't do that, no one would

You don't have any reason to be scared of him hurting you, but other people are a whole other story

If he so much as hears someone talking bad about you they're never seen again, no one even asks about them, not even you

Keeps you safe, your safety comes first no matter what the crisis but he also makes sure that when people take pictures and videos of him saving the day he's holding your hand, he has you by his side, his biggest reason to doing what he does

Fame, money power, influence are all good, but at the end of the day what he wants most is your undying love and affection

When he sees a camera pointed at the two of you he grins at it and pulls you into a kiss, even going so far as to smack or squeeze your ass

Doesn't see his behavior as inappropriate, the world should know he loves you

After all someone would have to have a death wish to hurt you

Complains endlessly if his date with you is interrupted by an emergency and all he will talk about is wanting to get it over with so he could go back to you

Likes to say that he's your number one fan, as he is sure you are his, you love each other the most

When he does interviews he finds a way to talk abou you because he sees dating you as an important part of his life and of who he is

His eyes always flash red when someone leans into your space a bit too much

Only he can invade your personal space

[puppyscatorccio]

:333 hiiii! i love ur works sm. literally so delish to consume with my eyessss.

could u write a transmasc!nat x hyperfem!reader type thing - where nat hatefucks reader ‘cause she’s sooo annoying but she’s soooo pretty? (if you’re not comfy w writing hyperfem reader - then ignore this! kisses to u sugar)

🫶🫶🫶 you're so sweet! i love this request. i actually put my whole soul into this. / mdni, cheerleader!reader, (kind of) noncon, hatefucking

nat hates you.

it's what he tells himself every single day, when you pass by him on the halls, wearing a skirt and a pretty blouse with your sickeningly sweet perfume almost making him suffocate. nat hates you when you sit in class, focusing more on fixing your makeup than on whatever the teacher is saying. nat hates you when you're surrounded by other girls who are all asking where you got that new top, or where you got that new lipstick. he hates you, simple as that.

he doesn't dwell too much on why he hates you. it doesn't matter, you're annoying and he can't stand you. even your voice is enough to get him fuming.

it's not unusual for the yellowjackets to have practice times really close to the cheerleaders', or even sharing their spot. everyone is too focused doing their own thing to care that much, or at least are supposed to.

you're there, of course. the picture perfect cheerleader, in makeup and those tight tops and tiny skirts. it's almost instinctual, the way his eyes go to your thighs and chest, like a rabid animal who wants to pounce. but he hates you, so he won't.

he hates you, so he won't wait until the locker rooms are empty so that he can pounce. no, definitely, he won't. except that he finds himself lingering, watching every movement of yours, how you giggle and talk to the other cheerleaders while simultaneously making sure you look perfect. it's annoying, infuriating, stressful. it makes his tdick ache in the worst way.

he hates you, so when you're the last one left in the locker rooms, packing up your things, he has to let you know.

before you can even blink, you're being pushed against one of the lockers, two hands on your shoulder and lips on yours. you can't see who it is besides a blur of blonde hair, even as you try to push them off and failing.

"you're so fucking annoying, you know that? god, i fucking hate you." growls a voice that you quickly recognize as nat's, his hands rushing to get under your shirt, clawing at your skin without a care. part of you wants to scream, to tell him to stop being a fucking creep, but you're just frozen in place. frozen and shocked.

"nat, what are you—" "shut the fuck up. god, just shut up."

he's merciless when he slams your arms against the locker, trapping you so that you're unable to get rid of him. none of this is gentle or loving, this is just his own fucked up way of showing how much he despises you.

he spits on his fingers and pushes your panties to the side, fucking you ruthlessly and mercilessly. everytime your noises become a little too loud, he's clamping a hand over your mouth, somewhat muffling the noises, and when he feels you getting close, he stops. no matter how many frustrated pleas come out of your mouth, he doesn't let you cum.

at most, he'll get himself off by grinding against your thigh, but not much more than that. he's more focused on making you suffer, on leaving you unsatisfied and aching. it's more about frustrating you than it is about his own pleasure. even if you do try to get off on your own later, it doesn't feel nearly as good as his fingers, which leaves you with only the option of begging him to properly fuck you. whether he gives in or not is a whole another story.

[gothicfied]

Bf!Jude Bellingham Headcanons

Pairing: Jude Bellingham x fem!reader

Warnings: None! This is just pure fluff, not proof read (English isn't my first language)

A/N: AHHHH Y'ALL SAW THAT YESTERDAY!! Idk if he'd ever act like that, but I love him and I just got the motivation to write for him after yesterday's match. I'll probably still go through my squid game requests, tho!

જ⁀➴ When you first met Boyfriend!Jude during his second year at Dortmund, you could've never imagined at which level that boy would play one day. You two fit perfectly together and you completed each other in every way — That's why Jude didn't even needed to think hard about asking you out. With a pretty face like yours, he was afraid he'd lose you to a different guy, so he obviously had to shoot his shot quickly.

જ⁀➴ You always wondered why Boyfriend!Jude chose you out of everyone. He could have any girl in the world, any model, influencer, singer... but no, he was adamant that he'd marry you some day.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who would have to reassure you about a lot of things in your relationship as he gained more popularity. He didn't mind, though, it was actually his favorite thing to do: Shower you with love and gifts, little acts of kindness to show you that he cared about you and only you. He knew how the media and fans could be and he tried his best to distract you from dating rumors or cheating scandals of him with other women. You knew Jude wouldn't cheat, he made that very clear to you from the start.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who would post you on instagram at any given moment. Cute photo of you at the beach? Posted. Flowers he got you? Obviously posted on his story with the cheesiest caption. You made a photo dump? Reposted in seconds. He loves you and needs to whole world to know what you mean to him.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who suprises you with souvenirs and little trinkets each time he comes back home from an away game.

You sat on your bed in your shared bedroom as Jude was just unpacking his small suitcase. They had beaten Manchester City at their away game in the champions league just yesterday, and ad happy as you were with the victory, you were happier to have Jude back home again. You glanced down at your phone for a moment until something caught your attention from the corner of your eye. A bunny. A stuffed, pink bunny with a cute ruffled dress and ballerinas was sat at the edge of the bed. "What's that?" You chuckled, taking the stuffed animal in your hands. "Just reminded me of you, y'know? Though you might like it." Jude said nonchalantly, but you could see the grin that was forming on his face. "Like it? I love it!"

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who absolutely loves seeing you in his jersey. Everytime you come with him and Denise, his mom, to one of his games you obviously wear one, prancing around with his last name on your back. Not only does it make Jude proud to see it, you also feel so special, knowing that's your boyfriend and you're not just a random fangirl. And after arriving home after the match, Jude makes you leave it on for him to admire. He always pushes your hair away to see the 'Bellingham' that decorates the backside of the kit, whispering in your ear how he can't wait to make you his wife.

જ⁀➴ You rarely ever argue with Boyfriend!Jude, but when you guys do, he is always the first one to give in and apologize. It's about something trivial and super unnecessary most of the time, but he will still buy you your favorite flowers and chocolate as an apology, being clingy the rest of the day. You can never stay mad at him for more than an hour like this.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who gives you a kiss goodbye everytime he has to leave early in the morning for training. If his alarm somehow doesn't wake you up, he tries his best to be as quiet as possible while moving through your room and the bathroom. Before leaving, he'd sit at the edge of the bed for a moment, taking in how beautiful you looked when you slept.

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who gives the best hugs ever. His love languages are both physical touch and quality time, so expect a lot of cuddles and there's absolutely no way you won't get crushed in his arms.

"Sweetheart?" You heard Judes accent pierce through your ears. Even if you made fun of him for it sometimes, you have to admit that you've grown to love it. Following his voice, you made your way to the livingroom where he was sprawled out on the couch. "Yeah?" you giggled when seeing him like this, to which he just chuckled back and opened his arms, inviting you to join him. You climbed over him and laid your head down on his chest, his arms basically trapping you against his body. "I love you, have I told you that already?"

જ⁀➴ Boyfriend!Jude... who loves cooking with you. While both of you are certainly not the *best* at it, you still have a lot of fun... most of the time. There's just something so domestic about cooking or baking or doing basic, everyday tasks together that Jude likes so much. Even if it doesn't really go like you two wanted to, you'll still try to eat the dish, laughing about how it turned out — Because at least you made it together.

[chillinglikeashilling]

I kind of want to make a post about Michael and Jentry's dynamic in the show to finish of the thread of my posts talking about the dynamics between Jentry + Kit, and Michael + Kit respectively but it's hard to know what to say because the show doesn't really give us a satisfying conclusion to Michael's personal arc.

Obviously he's dating Jentry at the end and that's cute but the show seems to just forget that Michael was supposed to confront his parents about his powers, and because wanting to please his parents and meet their expectations is so much of Michael's story, it doesn't feel like we got to resolve anything there.

I really wanted to see Michael get mad or at least frustrated with his parents- the way Jentry does with Gugu.

Especially because it does feel like his parents hiding whatever knowledge they have about his powers from him is a mirror of Jentry's relationship with Gugu (and to some extent her mom). We never get to hear whether Michael's parents believe their hiding the info for his own good or simply for the sake of keeping up an appearance to Michael about a fake normality of their lives.

It feels like that would be such an interesting story to see side by side with Jentry's, especially because even though both Jentry and Michael are racialized people in an American context, it's implied that Michael is a first generation American unlike Jentry. I assume his parents immigrated together from Nigeria (and now I'm wondering if the keepsakes that he mentions being lost in the fire might be related to his powers).

I think there's a really interesting contrast we could have in the story about the lies Flora tells Jentry as a way to protect Jentry (but really mostly to protect Jentry's perception of Flora and her parents) and the secrets kept by Michael's parents which could be looked at as an attempt to help Michael assimilate more fully into American culture in the way that sometimes immigrant parents will not teach children their mother tongue in order to encourage them to speak the common language of their new home.

[lilisouless]

do you know how deeply it frustrates me that Leo and Percy have about the same sense of humor yet people find percy charming and leo annoying for the same reason?

it just bugs me so bad how much rick riordan make it clear: Leo is amd will always be inferior to Percy

[phantom-overdose]

((If anyone ever wants to write with a scruffy, kind of (unintentionally) goofy, sweet but still totally animalistic, former prisoner, werewolf-esque, character (complete with wolf tail) who has read a bunch of self-help books and who is super committed once he falls in love, and who also just so happens to be from a post-grand-fairytales fairytale realm full of magic and chaos and all that good stuff... just, ya know, let me know <3))

[arolesbianism]

I've been doing a casual second lob corp playthrough for fun and one thing that I've really come to adore is how the different success rates can paint a pretty cool image of how work with it looks like at different levels of each work type and while I think it's kind of sad that base game you can't see the work percentages I also think it in a way adds a fun game of is this marginally harder at level five than four or is my guy just being bad at their job

[otome-dissection]

the way that I've sat through like one session of gaiden so far and I have like 50 screenshots almost entirely of just Joryu's face bro why is he so beautiful I'm sorry anyways look at him look at him right now

[featherymainffins]

Me right now: "The Smitten is just like me for real."

Like???? I hope not??????