#he's deff coming back

[fronexus]

If I had a nickel for every time a character I simped on ended up in a mental asylum, I'd have two

[fuck-kirk]

I have a very specific headcanon of a post- Phantom Planet Vlad that’s been trapped in space for ten years that lives inside my head rent free

I’d love to write something for it someday, but for now here’s this

[tsumuus]

mha boys as american high school teenage stereotypes

a/n this isn't an original idea, ik that, but this is just my take on it. also lowk just based off of ppl ik irl but also just really similar to the actual character. also these are really short n simple, my brain wasn't able to think any further

characters katsuki bakugou, shoto todoroki, izuku midoriya, eijiro kirishima, denki kaminari, hanta sero, tenya iida, hitoshi shinsho

masterlist

katsuki bakugou

not just saying this bc he's my fav

but quite literally the most popular person at school

like hes handsome, athletic, smart, rich, all of the above, no one could ever compare

everybody would have a crush on him (shit i would too)

or hate him

no in between

but he's still very intimidating so he doesn't have a lot of friends and has a heard time making em

not saying he's a playboy or anything

but definitely gets hella attention from girls

but he is more often than not uninterested

he would play football no doubt, run track/shot put during his off season to stay fit

not a douchebag but he totally comes off as one

shoto todoroki

he's the loser, the loner

actually jk, bc i really don't believe anyone is a loner

theres gotta be someone he talks too

hes that smart kid whos schedule is filled w ap n honors classes

and his only friends would be classmates that hes not super close w so they never talk outside of school (me lol)

hes rich rich

def plays tennis or golf, school and club

he's THE hallway crush

especially for like underclassmen

he just gives off that mysterious vibe that makes girls fall for him

not to mention he is sooooo pretty

like it's not a secret that he is attractive

but he's never had a gf or even a situationship in his life

idek

izuku midoriya

teachers pet 100% lol

not the smartest but also not dumb

like definitely top 20% of his class

i feel like he would take part in a lot of extracurriculars

he's not popular at all

but has a small group of close friends

so so sassy

like imagine arguing w him about a random subject

and you just start to piss him off

he just puts you on blast and starts embarrassing the hell out of you

making you feel hella stupid

he doesn't do it to be mean or anything

he's just a sassy lil guy idk

sassy man apocalypse!!

eijiro kirishima

social butterfly

friends with everyone

but not like a floater friend

but literally just everyones friend

like he's so genuine and is able to get along with everybody

sooo loyal

always has the best advice

definition of boyfriend material!!!

probably has had a long term gf

he takes his relationships n friendhsips so seriously

definitely plays multiple sports

idk i see him as a wrestler or even like gymnastics lol

lowk imagine him apart of the schools student council or leadership club

fully goes out for football games/friday night lights

denki kaminari

class clown fs

also lowk rlly flirty but has never had a gf or even come close

like such a ladies man

thats just part of his personality

most of his friends are girls but not in a weird way

he's the life of the party

lowk one of the only characters i can see myself having a smoke sesh w lol

big party goer

theres a house party being thrown

best believe he's there

he's not the brightest of the bunch

but he does try, its not like hes lazy

he's also so pretty

deff one of those guys w the longest eyelashes than any girl lol

lowk tennis player!denki?

also sorta see him as a swimmer/waterpolo

hanta sero

he is just so friendly

lowk a npc

but i still love him

he's so laid back and chill and has such a relaxed personality

like if you'd ever need to just have a calm night/hang out with one of your friends, he's the first person youd call

has had mulitple gfs, but def not a player

they just never seem to workout

would start a bs club with his friends so every other week they could just order a couple pizzas to school and hang out in the chill teachers class

idk i feel like hes kinda artsy

like he took art 1 his freshman year just for an easy a and schedule requirements, but he realized he was actually kinda creative

likes to doodle in class rather than pay attention now

lowk plays basketball

big car guy!!

tenya iida

THE honor student

number 1 in his class

5.0 gpa

student council persident all 4 years of high school

friend group is made up of all the other nerds who take 10+ ap classes

definitely got into multiple colleges before even applying

definitely not just saying this because of his quirk, but would lowk do track n xc

everything ive said so far i legit just his normal self😭😭😭 lemme try to get more specific

lowk imagine an iida where like outside of school he's lowk a partier

like imagine him getting blackout drunk every weekend but sobering up for school every week

and still being the best student in his grade

he's just so handsome

multiple girls have liked him but he's rejected them due to wanting to have his life set in place before thinking about romance

hitoshi shinso

he's so fucking emo just look at him

ok well not emo but just a little alternative

but yk in an american high school being a little alt means other people see you as full out gothic

so what if he's just a little quiet and brooding☹️☹️

again he's also smart

but he doesn't take all those honor classes

he wouldn't admit it but his favorite genre to watch is reality tv

best believe he was fully invested in season 6 of love island

#ppgbackontop

not an athletic guy

but was definitely forced to like play soccer or sum as a kid

works at your local comic/record store

all the emo girls that come in have a crush on him

thats all i got😫

[chokamo]

my give a fuck are on vacation

pairing : charles leclerc x fem!reader

summary : those who dislike you wishes to see your downfall and others are waiting for your relationship to crumble but you have never been better .

a/n : this came to me in a dream 💭

yourusername

liked by charles_leclerc, user, user and others.

yourusername 🍦🍋 @/charles_leclerc

user gorgeous

user wowwww

user i need to experience this once in my life 😔

user gold digger.

user -> hating on her won’t make you special

user -> this is embarrassing

user -> how can you hate someone this much without knowing her personally 💀

user the YELLOW IS SO GOOD!?!?!

charles_leclerc 💛

you liked this comment

user those ice cream looks good 🤤

user im living for this

user the only reason she’s having this is because of charles

user -> wow! your insecurity is showing!

user -> and??? even if so who cares?

user -> y/n has her own career but ok 🙄

user im always tuned in for a y/n dump 😋

user oh my god can she stop posting

user -> THIS IS an INSANE STATEMENT

user -> she can do whatever she wants! hope that helps!

user -> and yet you are still here

user -> you can block her if u dont want to see it 😒

user i need more

user can’t wait to see what charles post 🧐

charles_leclerc

liked by yourusername, user, user, user and others.

charles_leclerc mi amù/mon amour 🤍 (my love)

user YESSS

user oh how i have been WAITING

user we NEED more!!

user oh this ate so badly

user Y/NN 😳

user and he’s posting her again. great.

user -> HUH?? what are u talking about

user -> maybe because she’s HIS GIRLFRIEND

user -> you are not his mom bro

user -> this comment is crazyyyy 😭😭😭

user -> he can do whatever he wants…

user he LOVES HER

user to be y/n

user -> or charles

user focus on posting about racing more

user -> you people are miserable

user -> this is sad

user -> he is living his best life. don’t think he cares 🤷‍♀️

user aesthetic 🤏

user the contrast between post 🤣

user -> charles and his damn filters 😭

user y/n in his post 🥹

user -> i neeed more of her from his pov

user -> it’s slowly coming one by one…

user -> WE NEED MORE CHARLES

user patiently waiting

yourusername and charles_leclerc

liked by pierregasly, francisca.cgomes and others.

yourusername and charles_leclerc yes to a lifetime of love 🤍

yourusername and yes i had to include a pic he took before it happened 🥹

user -> he adores you girlll 😫😫

user -> bet he was soo nervous lol

user WHAT

user 😮😮😮

use what does this mean??

user OMG

user and now she’s successfully trapped him. poor charles.

user -> wtfff

user -> oh my god can YOU shut upp

user -> jealousy looks ugly on u babe 🥰

user -> he married y/n not u 🤷‍♀️ oh well!

user WAIT

pierregasly congratulations mate 🍾

you replied -> 🥳🕺

user im suprised it took this long

user we KNEW this was his endgame

user CONGRATULATIONS 💘💘

francisca.cgomes congrats 🥹🤍

you replied -> so excited 🤍

user -> OMG kika as one of the bridesmaids?!?! 🙏

user did not expect this

user and where are the haters now?

user -> thinking of what to nitpick next

user -> oh they deff are 😂😂

user -> trust they will come back once more

user -> yeahh but for now they are crying LOLLL

user love the simplicity

user my parents.

user we should talk about how these wags are often targeted.

user -> YES! let’s have this conversation.

user can’t wait for the wedding 💞💞💞

a/n : maybe ill do a part 2?

check out my other post! masterlist

disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, the events and characters depicted are not based on real life, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

[murdrdocs]

kiss me | s. stilinski

description. stiles loves nothing more than to have a taste of your lips

includes. SMUT 16+, stiles is a munch, oral sex (f receiving), AFAB! anatomy, no pronouns, sweet boyfriend!stiles, takes place after s3b (like right after probably), they have a pool day!

a/n: I was singing the song as I typed this document up hence the title plus I wrote this just to get back in the flow of writing okay enjoy (deff not proofread that well I'm busy)

word count: 1.8k+

 His hair is clearly dripping wet, blobs of water falling down onto his shoulders with each step that he takes. The water that falls from the rest of his body to meet the concrete is expected, you pay it no mind, and maybe you would’ve felt similarly about the droplets from his hair. But Stiles is approaching you with a mischievous grin, one that tells you he’s up to no good. It’s almost unsettling; mouth turned up at the corners in a thin smile, brown eyes widened. There’s just enough humor in the amber orbs for you to know that he’s not planning anything too evil, but you’re still on edge. 

“Stiles…” you warn, legs already shrinking in on yourself, book folding closed with your thumbs in the center to keep your page. He’s just a few steps away from you now and up close you can see the tan he’s gotten from the pool day. It sits prominently along his shoulders and across his nose, the color standing out against his usual paleness. 

He looks good. Especially with his trunks hanging low, clinging to every part of him, summer conditioning for lacrosse treating him well as he has muscles cut into his abdomen, along with a newer definition to his shoulders and arms. He looks good. And you could admire that more if your borderline-evil boyfriend were not standing right beside you, bending down, tilting his head towards you…

The squeal you let out is girly, high pitched, one you would see in a movie and remark about how people don’t actually sound like that in real life. Turns out: they do. Usually when water is slinging all over your previously dry body, just barely avoiding the book that you move out of the way just in time. 

Stiles laughs, the sound joyous and pretty to your ears. You can’t help but echo it, letting go of your book to hit his forearm, barely any malice in the touch. 

“Come on, you know I couldn’t help myself.” His smile is infectious, too. Your faux stern expression that you’d quickly painted onto your face melts into a grin, one that has Stiles leaning down to kiss you this time, a soft kiss that sticks your lips to his even as he tries to pull away. There’s a layer of chapstick added to his lips when he comes back in for a second kiss, and a third. 

You let him, taking advantage of the loneliness in the Martin backyard. 

Lydia went inside a half hour ago to do god knows what, while Scott and Kira went on a run to grab lunch. Which left you and Stiles alone, with a large pool, and an even larger backyard to yourselves. 

If it weren’t for your lonesome, you wouldn’t let Stiles lay between your legs, head on your lower belly while his big eyes looked up at you. The position is innocent, for now at least, but you know Stiles, and you know that even the presence of his friends wouldn’t get rid of his one track mind. 

His motives start coming to the forefront when his long fingers teasingly pull at the string of your bikini bottoms. 

“This suit is nice. Did I tell you that already?” He did. And he knows he did. 

You hum, reopening your book to your last page, focusing your attention on the sentences instead of Stiles with hopes of deterring him. 

“You did. Multiple times.” Once when you asked his opinion as you were buying it, another when you tried it on for him after it came in the mail last week, another when you packed it for the day in front of him, and a final time when you came sauntering out of Lydia’s house in it, oiled up and ready to sunbathe. 

Still, Stiles plays dumb, brows furrowing in the way that tells you he knows the answer to whatever question is about to slip past his lips. “Did I?” 

You roll your eyes, already starting to form a snarky reply, but then his fingertips dip below the thin string of your bottoms, and his lips graze the material at the front, just a few inches above your clit. 

You jump involuntarily, lowering the book from your face to glare at him once you recover. He flashes a brief, innocent smile, then his eyes lower back to their main focus. His thumb and forefinger rubs the silky material of your suit bottoms, the slightest tug loosening the bow just a little. 

“If you want me to stop …” he licks his lips, glances up at you for a split second to gauge your reaction. “Then you gotta tell me now.” 

He hesitates, one end of the string pinched between his fingers, and he stares at you, waiting. You take a breath, glance behind you at the backdoor which is still closed, look towards the back exit of the mansion to try and see if Scott and Kira are returning. 

Your teeth trap your bottom lip between them and you roll the flesh a few times before sighing. “Scott and Kira probably won’t be back for a while, right?” 

Stiles nods. 

“And Lydia is … busy, yeah?” 

“Pretty sure she went to meet her new boy toy and just didn’t tell us.” 

A soft, gentle smile from you. “Then okay.” 

Although he was the one doing the convincing, Stiles still seems shocked to hear you agree. His eyebrows shoot up, an appalled look on his features. “Okay?” 

Your nod is barely complete before Stiles is peeling your bottoms off. They’re completely dry, at least in terms of treated salt water. It just makes the wet patch inside of them more noticeable. Stiles stares in awe, lips parted, borderline drool slipping out of them. He licks his lips, throws your bottoms off to the side, and then he’s level with your cunt, hands sliding under your thighs to open you up for him. 

“I just want a little taste,” he’s murmuring, most likely to himself. 

You nod anyway, pushing your hips towards him. “Be quick,” comes your warning. 

“Mhm. Yeah.” But Stiles is already leaning in, tongue licking a wide stripe up from your hole to your clit. It makes you shiver, as the first touch always does, but his kiss into your clit is expected and welcomed, a deep sigh emptying from your chest. 

His kitten licks to your clit are appreciated, providing the stimulation needed if he were teasing you, but when the return of your friends is random, and they could come back at any moment, you need more if you’re going to get off quick. 

Your hand reaches down, tangling in Stiles’ dark locks, nails scratching at his scalp. He hums, just when his lips are wrapped around your clit, and the vibration is heavenly, akin to the ones you get from the toy under your bedside table. But like always, having the pleasure come from your living, breathing, insanely hot boyfriend is unsurpassable. 

You tug gently on the wet strands, pushing aside the intrusive thoughts centering on how unpleasant the feeling of wet hair is when Stiles moans this time. You know how much he loves going down on you, and you know how he likes to have his hair pulled just enough, so his tendency to get lost in the feeling and the act is expected. Doesn’t mean it’s wanted. 

You tell him you want more, the simple word almost a growl from your lips. He’s quick to obey, adjusting his grip on your legs so he can practically dive in. 

His tongue makes quick work of sucking up your juices, and adding to the slip with his saliva. Stiles licks and sucks and flicks his tongue in ways that you can barely even comprehend, his skillset coming from nothing other than determined practice where he’s made you cum again, and again, and again, just so you can tell him what he can do to improve. 

The sessions were tortuous at times, a little humorous when approached from outside of the bedroom, but you’re thankful that you did them in moments like this. 

Because it barely takes anytime before you can see the start of an orgasm just over the horizon. You’re climbing up the hill, Stiles pushing you further and further as he probes your entrance with his tongue, a warning for his middle finger that quickly follows. The ring finger is added in a succession that makes you gasp, the stretch just enough to provide the right amount of stimulation. 

His long, deft digits replace his mouth, giving him time to peel back and speak to you. 

“That’s right. Right there, yeah?” His fingertips curl at your favorite spot, brushing the sensitive area before attacking it head on. You nod, eyes squeezing shut, cutting off your view of the clear sky. “Uh-uh, none of that.” The demand in his tone makes your lower stomach swirl, a feeling that tells you to go another round, even when the first one has yet to end. 

“Look at me.” His voice reaches a depth that you’re used to hearing, usually towards the end of the night when you both need each other in ways that only the steamiest sex can satisfy. He’s commanding you, easily as you do as told, eyes opening and head swiveling down to bring your gaze to your boyfriend. 

His hair has started to dry, the strands a little awkward as they dry in an untidy pattern, but it looks good on him. Dark hair hanging over his forehead, almost reaching darker eyebrows as he’s due for a cut. His cheeks flushed from the sun, the lightest freckles dotting them. He’s pretty everywhere, gorgeous even, but your focus zero in on his lips. 

They’re pink, and coated in glistening essence. It makes you groan, saliva released by your glands like you’re fucking Pavlov’s dog or something. Stiles notices where your attention has gone, a cocky smirk on his lips. 

“Wanna kiss me? Hm?” He’s so attentive to what you want, always. It’s both a blessing and a curse, embarrassment entering your body, but quickly replaced with gratitude since you didn’t have to voice the want yourself, surely leading to your words being disjointed and broken up. 

Your nod suffices as an affirmation, and you start to reach down to meet him halfway. But Stiles doesn’t move. Instead, his fingers stuff deeper into you, clearly on a mission as his thumb of the other hand comes to your clit, rubbing tight circles that are driven by a motivation to send you over the edge. To have you reach the horizon. 

“Then cum for me.” 

And of course, you do as told.

[djs4nddisc0s]

toby headcanons? :) sfw or nsfw I just live for him 🖤 thx!

sighhh Toby… sighh my submissive and breedable malewife…🙁🤍🎀

Of course, thank you for requesting<3! (All other asks in my inbox are being worked on btw! Remember, these are my personal headcanons, you’re allowed to disagree and these also won’t relate too much to canon. Kinda ‘realistic’. Not proofread.)

Toby Rogers sfw and nsfw Hc’s!

(SFW)

Starting off with his looks I deff agree with how shatteredankles draws him. (their art is so😻)

His style is like midwestern emo but with a bit of grunge

I like the hc of him being German, but I think he grew up in Colorado

However his mom still used the language, culture, food and stuff like that in the household

He has a small cabin in the woods that he lives in (sorry no slendermansion this time)

TERRIBLE trust issues due to his past

Craves physical touch but also is scared of it thanks to ole daddy-o🤓 (ew cringe)

That being said he loves giving physical touch but since he can’t feel pain it’s hard for him to know if he’s hurting you

He may not be able to feel pain but he can feel other sensations like pleasure or little tingles (he can bc I say so, fight me)

Smokes every once in a while but only weed

Picnic dates.

If you do your makeup he’ll watch you with all the wonder in the world

Has even let you do it on him a few times

Pretty possessive, you’re the only person outside of his sister and mother that has been so understanding and loving, the thought of you leaving terrifies him

Whenever you go out for groceries or with friends (which sadly is rare due to his attitude towards it) you have to text him with little check-in texts to ease his nerves

(NSFW)

About 7.5 inches

HAPPY TRAIL MEOOOOW😻

He used to jerk off like a teenage boy in the middle of puberty

Once he met you (before dating) he would continue to do so but just to you

Pictures, voice recordings, even on call with you a couple times

Finally once you two started dating he could try the real thing

FEM! “F-Fuck… your pussy feels f-fucking amazing..!”

MASC! “Such a g-good boy- shit! So good”

HE IS A SWITCH AND YOU CAN NOT PROVE ME WRONG‼️

Mommy/Daddy kink no questions asked

I feel like most of the pastas would have a thing for chasing you through the woods to catch you right there and ravish you right where they caught you… just silly thoughts😋

He’s deff be open to trying anything you like if it makes you happy

However he wouldn’t want to hurt you too bad if that’s what you’re into

Light degradation on both parts

Fucking AMAZING at giving head, you’ll be seeing stars

If he’s bottoming he can either be the most obedient you’ve ever had or he’s a pain in the ass brat.

I feel like even though he can’t feel the pain from edging/overstimulation it still gets him worked up

Pull his hair while he’s going down on you it lets him know he’s doing good

WHIMPERS🔥

If you’ve edged/overstimulated him too much he’ll either take control or start begging so pretty for you

Will do the same back as punishment if you kept going even if he begged

Tying your hands behind your back and PLOWING into you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to

Remember when I said he was possessive, yeah jealous sex comes from that

Also remember the makeup thing? Mascara running down your face turns him on more

Sighh I love my gf he’s such a fucking loser freak☹️

(I hope you enjoyed<3!)

[lekeyeh24]

EARTH 42 miles morales and miles morales head canyons.

hi this is pt2 of the earth 42 miles morales head canyons but i am going to add miles morales to bc he isn’t getting writing time so here is pt2 and some head canyons will have ‼️sumt‼️ dont worry they will both be aged up bc theys weird.

EARTH 42 MILES MORALES

miles has so many little nicknames for u for example “mami ,mi amor ,Mi alma , ma, Hermosa , my love , baby

big spoon loves to hold u when he is having a bad day and wants to be with u all day.

loves attention from u and will purposely do things u love

hates when ur mad at him.

u LOVE when he speaks spanish to u its so😍

PHYSICAL TOUCH 🔛🔝‼️ he loves when u touch him(not like that yall that’s weird🤨✋🏼)

u guys love going on walks together

when u are cooking he will come and check on u if u need his help or if u need to reach something.

if u dont like someone he dont like them either🙅‍♀️.

yall take naps 24/7

u have to clean his face and hands up bc he came home bloody.

he loves horror movies and loves that u love them yo

EARTH MILES MORALES HEAD CANYON WITH ‼️SUMT AGED UP 18 AND OLDER‼️

ok so as u can see it says sumt but also miles is aged up to 18 i dont like to write sumt but if u guys like it i will write it if u are interested in it.

miles loves to choke u(not to hurt u) when u have a argument it makes him feel powerful ig

he is deff a ass typa guy

he loves when u call him papi

He loves when u scratch his back when yall are doing it (HE IS AGED UP IN ALL OF THESE)

when u moan his name it makes him go crazee

when u say slow down he speds up

loves when u pull his hair

he will groan in ur ear and say mami and stuff like that.

he is the type to tease u while yk

he likes when u beg for him to do something

he is a backshots type of guy

MILES MORALES HEAD CANYON ‼️SOME WILL HAVE SMUT‼️.

•miles loves to draw u he thinks ur so pretty

he loves that his parents love u and treat u well

he gets jealous but soon tells u abt his worries and yall work it out

loves when y’all cuddle

clingy

u guys have dance battles together (he always wins)

u guy both have the same type of music tase

helps u with homework

yall love to take walks together at night

when u are watching movies he is the first one to sleep

your family loves him

he loves spending time with you

he was so proud and happy when u spoke spanish he knows u have been trying to learn it for months.

play fights u guys love play fights he lets u will sometimes but he mostly wins all the time

u guys take naps all the time

he loves calling u nicknames “mami , ma , mi amor , baby , bae, Hermosa.”

hates when u cry it makes him feel like he did something

he gets turned on when u say “papi u feel so good in me” he goes even faster

MILES MORALES ‼️SUMT HEAD CANYONS ‼️

miles loves when u call him papi

he gets turned on when u moan his name

he loves when u pull on his hair when u guys are doing yk

asks for consent

miles is a big tities guy like he loves them

deff a missionary kinda guy

he groans ur name

loves when u ask him to sped up

he makes sure u feel good

he gets turned on when u say “papi u feel so good”(cringe✋🏼🤮✋🏼)

he definitely intertwines ur had with his while doing yk

he pulls ur hair sumtimes

this made me cringe but i mean if yall like it i will write it.also if yall want a pt3 yk and if yall want more head canyons abt other ppl.

[csainz5]

Mine || Charles Leclerc #16

pairing: charles leclerc x girlfriend!reader

summary: in which seeing people ship you with other drivers fuels the possessiveness in charles.

author notes: can u tell ive been obsessed with culpa mia. also this is my first charles fic (!!!) i made sm tweaks to the original req im so sorry 😭 deff been in a slump recently bc exams but 🙏 no beta read!! this one is still raw asf lol

req: yes/no.

wc: 1.2k words

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the air as the weekend approached was filled with an adrenaline of its own. drivers loitering on the paddock, a camera shoved up each one of their faces. most of them were making videos for their teams social media, while others were giving interviews. silly banter & playful hazing surrounded the place as the free practices neared. as calm and laid back as the environment was, a new buzz had taken over the virtual world. it seemed like the redbull fans had taken on a new intrest in a the friendship you and max shared, suspecting it could be more than just friends. you’re shocked as you read through the articles, what could possibly make it seem like you were both in any sense more than just friends? max was like the brother you never had, and you, the sister he had always hoped of having. as much as the articles were delusional, you didnt really care that much about them, i mean why would you be afraid when there’s nothing youre scared of being open to the public? okay, maybe not everything. not the time when you were so drunk you demanded every guy on the paddock to quote “settle it with me on the ring”, not the time when you were the culprit behind the hilarious azerbaijan mix up where you stole the champagne on the podium and replaced it with an empty one, and definitely not the fact that you’re already taken, by a person known to all on the paddock.

—

The morning of the race was always an exhilarating one no matter which team youre driving for, or which team you’re rooting for. the passion, the dedication and the confidence in the each and every drivers persona was enough to fill you in the same mindset. though youve always been a redbull fan, which, i mean is definitely not even surprising considering you probably frequent their garage more than some of their own engineers, youve always held an admiration for all the drivers. even you knew how dominant the redbull cars were, so seeing the rest of the drivers still catch up with less resources filled your heart with pride. you look up at the fan’s waiting impatiently for the race to start with a smile on your face. this, will never get boring, you think.

Lord Percival 👑

can’t find you anywhere near here, don’t tell me you’re ditching me today yet again 😔

a chuckle escapes your lips.

You

i wouldve come over but you’re all the way across rn 😭 i’ll definitely be waiting for you after the race tho.

Lord Percival 👑

wow. way to betray me over text babe

You

okay drama queen 😒

Lord Percival 👑

guess you rubbed off on me then mon jolie

You

ill make it up to you, i always do.

just before you press send, you notice the drivers had already left for their respective interviews. whats the point in sending it now anyways, you decide.

—

the dark looms over the sky as celebrations near. the smell of alcohol, weed and god knows fucking what become all too familiar to you at this point. you reach the party alongside max, which considering he’s your best friend was not out of the ordinary for you, but little did you know, it didn’t help the ongoing rumours one bit. the familiar stench of reporters clogs your mind. what the hell were the doing here? and more importantly why were all of them suddenly taking an intrest in your friendship with max? question after question is thrown at you which makes you realise youve had enough of this. you reach for your phone.

You

screw this party

wanna meet up at our usual spot?

Lord Percival 👑

im always down 🙏

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you could never get sick of this. the same ride, the same atmosphere, the exact same playlist playing over and over again, the curves of the road as you drive through. because you know, at the end of this journey would be the same thing you look forward to, every time. so you get into you car, and drive the same drive to the same spot, once again. at a pillar reading out “623” you stop by the ferrari you know all too well.

there he was. i could never get used to seeing him like this, you think, dressed up in formals but looking formal in no way whatsoever. shriveled hair, buttons unbuttoned, jewellery he knows how to style in just the right way. his crazed eyes of emerald, gazing into you with an intensity that makes your nerves shiver.

“took you long enough to come here” he says, holding you waist. “it was a longer drive than usual” “is that so?” he says, stepping aside you to rest against his ferrari, right beside you. folding his arms, he continues, pulling a cigarette out of his blazer, “want one?” “please, today was a bitch” “i could say the same for me, really” he reaches towards you, lighting your cigarette. “races in monaco are my favourite” he says, looking up at the sky. “yeah, id imagine so. nothing beats home” “yeah, it’s great to be home and all, but theres also something in monaco that beats the thrill any race could give me” he steps forwards, hands placed beside either sides of you.

he pulls the cigarette from your lips, taking in a puff himself. he brings his lips to your ear, “or rather, theres someone in monaco, who beats the thrill any race could give me” he whispers, blowing the smoke away. he flicks the cigarette aside and steps on it, as he lifts your face up, meeting your eyes with his own. “someone who sighs right when i kiss her here,” he goes on to place a chaste kiss on your mole, right on your neck by your jawline. and like a story repeated enough times, you sigh. “someone who arches her back when i pull her hair slightly like this,” he gently tugs your hair, making a makeshift ponytail and like a telltale, you arch your back, the satisfaction of being right sprawled across charles’s face.

“but of all, the one thing that makes me come back to this place again and again, is knowing that—“ he lifts your hips up, making you wrap your legs around him. “you’re mine.” the second he says that, its like all the dots connected in your head. you never thought charles would be jealous of the rumours, given how he was the one who didn’t want your relationship to be public. “charles, are you jealous?” you ask. “so what if i am?” “well, i for one wouldnt want my boyfriend to be feeling like that anymore” “what do you mean?” you pull out your phone from your clutch, “kiss me” “wait what are you doing?” “i said, kiss me” you say, pulling him in by his jaw. “im conf-“ you kiss him, shutting him up. as he closes his eyes he finds himself to not be able to help himself from drowning into you, well atleast until a flash brings him out of his trance. “im going to post it.” “you don’t have to, you know” “but i want to. i want everyone to know how much you mean to me charles. you’re my favourite person and i would hate to see you be jealous”

——

“i can’t believe you actually did it, jolie” “its the least i could do” you say, pecking his cheek. “but ive gotta say, i definitely wouldnt mind seeing this shade of you more often” “you haven’t seen the end of me yet, mon ange”

[tarotbiscuits]

𝔭𝔦𝔠𝔨 𝔞 𝔠𝔞𝔯𝔡: 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔞𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔰

(this is for my female audience interested in men)

˜”°•.˜”°• Who are they?

What do they have to say to you?

What are their intentions towards you? •°”˜.•°”

We'll see what their energy (and the cards) say

Try to meditate on the piles beforehand and choose the one which calls you the most. If you don't feel drawn to any of them, close your eyes, take a deep breath and open your eyes. The pile you notice first is your pile!! If you feel drawn to two piles, i'd suggest choosing the one you're most drawn to, as the messages tend to be similar in nature.

𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢 1 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢 2

𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢 3 𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔢 4

PILE 1

Signs this might be for you:

444 is significant to you

you have a flowy red dress that you love wearing and it looks great on you (i see you turning around happily in that dress)

Who is your fs?

the hermit, temperance, page of cups rx, page of wands rx, five of swords, king of cups

Greetings, pile 1! For starters, i see that your fs is someone that you’ve already been in a romantic connection with. Your fs is someone who is more introverted or a loner at heart. He usually takes a lot of time for himself to balance his emotions out in his day-to-day life. He can be rather emotionally immature at times, not admitting his feelings for his love interests due to poor communication skills. I feel like he’s not the type to take risks. He wishes to be like everyone else, instead of standing out from the crowd. Your fs is a guy who doesn’t engage in conflicts much. Whenever he gets into conflict with someone, he tends to leave the situation to meditate upon it instead of lashing out. What I see coming for him is the fact that soon enough, he’ll be in his king of cups energy, because he took the time to get to know himself and seek answers to his problems. He’ll become an emotionally mature man, who can be honest about his feelings and support you emotionally when you need him.

His message for you

tower rx, four of cups, justice rx

“I’m sorry (i felt a lump in my throat right after that). Justice wasn’t done in our connection and it’s all my fault. I did you wrong big time and I don’t expect you to even forgive me, let alone take me back. I was a fool in the past when I denied your offer. I pursued other options over you (i don’t feel like this is a third party situation, just casual dating). Now I realized that having a lot of options won’t bring me emotional fulfillment and happiness if they’re not you. Our break-up was a traumatic experience for me and I did everything I could to numb my feelings and forget about you.”

His intentions towards you

death rx, ten of swords rx

Dear pile 1, I’m sorry to break it to you, but for now, your fs wants to heal from the connection. He feels like there are some demons from your past connection that still follow him and he wants to stop them from inflicting more pain on him. He wants to let go of the past and move on with his life. Considering he’s going to be your fs, the story isn’t probably over yet, i think?. Knight of cups rx is at the bottom of the deck, he feels like he can’t make a love offer rn. Under this there’s the queen of cups, omg he sees you as his soulmate. He deff still loves you, but is too heartbroken over the past. Give him time, pile 1. It’s just not the right time for the two of you to be together now.

Extra:

likes reading a lot

also likes ducks (and other feathered animals)

zodiac placements: virgo sun, water signs (cancer, scorpio, pisces) in big 6

PILE 2

Signs this might be for you:

33 is relevant to you

you have sneezed recently or you sneeze a lot

Who is your fs?

three of pentacles rx, three of wands, king of swords rx, seven of wands, ace of wands horizontal (yes, i take horizontals as advice cards), eight of swords, the world (bottom of the deck)

Hello pile 2, hope you’re having a great day! Your fs is someone who’s independent – he prefers to work alone than in groups or in collaboration with another person. He’s likely an adventurous type who travels a lot for work, but also in his free time. When he travels for fun, he likes to explore the natural wonders of our planet: hiking in the woods, tasting the freshness of the water streams around him. On the downside, he can be rather arrogant with his words, feeling like he’s above others intellectually or that people aren’t as honest and truthful like him. He can get a lot of backlash because of this, which makes him feel like he needs to defend for himself most of the time. I see that your fs wants to pursue a new creative endeavor, likely stemming from one of his passions, but he’s afraid. He is advised to take a leap of faith and do it anyway. He won’t know what’s in store for him unless he tries.

You two will probably be in a long distance relationship for a while. He’ll deff open you up to new experiences, getting you out of your comfort zone. Since he’s well travelled, count on him when you two are booking a holiday destination – he tends to know the coolest spots for taking pictures :)

His message for you

sun horizontal, page of pentacles horizontal, three of swords rx, king of cups, four of cups, five of pentacles rx

“Hey baby, it’s okay. The sun isn’t shining today, but that doesn’t mean it won’t shine tomorrow. Tomorrow is a new day. I know you’re afraid to take a new beginning, you’ve been hurt so bad by love and all I want to do is take away your pain. I promise you, I’ll take away your pain one day, okay? Just don’t close yourself off to new possibilities, heck even in love. Don’t wait for me. Live your life, explore other options. See what you like and what you don’t. Just remember, you’re never alone. There are people who will love you for who you truly are, your family loves you (i sense that you might have had a difficult upbringing, a dysfunctional family, especially an absent mother, but your fs doesn’t know that yet). I will. You’re never alone, remember that.”

His intentions towards you

the high priestess rx, wheel of fortune rx, the star, nine of pentacles

Pile 2, your fs is closing himself off from your connection in the higher realm for now. Like pile 1, he feels like now is not the right time for you two to be together – your connection is divinely guided by the Universe and his higher self is guiding him towards some hardships in his personal life to learn valuable lessons, which are needed for your connection. He’s hopeful that you exist and he knows that you will be reunited at some point, but for now, he’s happily single and he wants to focus on maintaining his independence.

Extra:

rice is very significant (either his origins are from Asia or he strongly loves/hates rice)

zodiac placements: strong sagittarius, especially sagittarius sun/venus, gemini sun (it might be aspected with pluto, i see mostly conjuncting pluto or squaring/opposing pluto), gemini mercury, leo in big 6 (mostly ascendant and mars)

PILE 3

Signs this might be for you:

you have blue eyes (sorry guys, i can’t get any more signs for this one; he’s also telling me that you’ve eaten something specific recently but i can’t see what; i'm hearing mozarella sticks? lmk if it resonates, i'm not sure on this one)

Who is your fs?

five of pentacles rx, the tower rx, the emperor rx, temperance, page of cups rx, eight of wands, the star (bottom of the deck)

Woahh, pile 3. When i was shuffling the cards for this question, a lot of them fell down. Your fs has a lot to tell you about himself!! I think he has been often told to shut up by others. That’s what made him keep to himself a lot, but with you, he wants to tell you everything. Hahaha, now he's got a much calmer energy. Pile 3, your fs is the type of person that has outbursts of anger and he lashes out everything, but after that he’s like a lamb lmao. I see that your fs has been through some deep, dark shit in his past, likely involving his parents. Either his parents divorced at some point and it affected him deeply or his father abandoned him at a very young age. This broke down his world at the time, but i see that he has healed from it. He wished he had a happy childhood, but he just wants peace now and he got it. I felt his energy for a moment where he kept saying “I just want the fights to be over already” and then he kept repeating “over” again and again in a very demanding tone. I’d say his unhappy childhood still haunts him at times (i got death rx on the bottom of the deck when i clarified the first 3 cards), but he does believe in true love. He’s someone who tends to keep his feelings in check and his life in moderation. He can act immature at times, but i feel like he does feel sorry for his actions and tries his best to become a better person.

His message for you

six of swords, nine of pentacles, the well rx (i'm using ethereal visions by matt hughes it's my only deck ;-;), knight of swords

“Be strong. You have walked away from so many storms, that you’ve become this beautiful butterfly on your own. And if you haven’t walked away from those toxic people – do it NOW. I’ve walked away from my parents and friends, was it easy? No, but I’m much better now. You gotta be who you truly are as a person, you’re so fricking valuable. You need to be upfront and direct with people. I’ll teach you if you can’t. Why have you blocked your creative juices? Was it because of pain? Don’t let past hurts hinder your light. You are this beautiful goddess that is above EVERYONE else (i can really feel this feminine energy coming from you). I’ll worship the ground you walk on. Just don’t let them win.”

Pile 3, i feel like some of you are healing from a break-up, but you are already almost fully healed. You’re glowing and your fs adores that.

His intentions towards you

six of cups rx, page of swords rx, king of wands rx, wheel of fortune horizontal (yes, i take horizontals as advice cards)

For some of you, i feel like you already know them. Your fs might have been a childhood friend, a neighbor or a classmate that you used to hang around with when you were kids, just doing fun stuff. I don’t think he was in your life for a long time, you probably lost contact for some reason. I also don’t think you two were romantically involved, but if you did, it was more of an innocent fling.

For others of you, this is someone completely new and the six of cups rx might just point out to his unhappy childhood. He’s been pondering on it lately and feels very sad, maybe even depressed.

Either way, I feel like he’s going to enter your life really soon, but it won’t be at the right time. He’s not someone that is guided by a higher force, his intuition is quite blocked and he tends to act on his impulsive feelings without thinking of the consequences too much.

If you already know him, he might tell you about some harsh truth. Either point out to something you do which isn’t right, so he’s gonna call you out on that or he’ll say something regarding the times when you hung out as kids, which didn’t sit right with him.

If you don’t know him, he’s probably going to show off to you in a very “look at me, I’m better than the other guys” kinda way.

Whether you already know him or you will in the near future, i do feel like he has romantic feelings for you and he feels like he has got a chance to be with you, but like i said, the universe is saying that right now is not the right time for your union. It’s very likely that he’s still in school/college and is very focused on it. He doesn’t know if he should choose to pursue you or his career rn. This last bunch of cards just flew so this has been heavily on his mind. I’d say don’t engage too much with him, this is only the beginning of your love story. It will solve itself out when the timing is right.

Extra:

bichons/havanese dogs might be significant to your or them

zodiac placements: heavy aries and leo energy (i wouldn’t be surprised if most of his birth chart is filled with fire placements), libra sun or an afflicted sun (with lots of squares and oppositions)  

PILE 4

Signs this might be for you:

you had a very hard time picking a pile (yeah, i literally didn’t know if i should make this pile or not)

your fav color is purple

Who is your fs?

three of swords horizontal (yes, i take horizontals as advice cards), the emperor horizontal, three of cups rx, nine of wands rx, knight of wands, six of wands

Pile 4!!! Spirit was telling me to do this reading asap because it’s urgent (and then i got a call lmao). Your fs is likely a very busy guy, getting calls all the time. Damn, I just saw him in a suit. He’s someone influential in his career for sure, probably works in business. Even the cards hardly came out, like he didn’t want to talk because he’s too busy atm. I see that for your fs, career is everything. He is used to declining invitations to social events and parties because he would rather spend his time and attention on making money. He’s very VERY successful in what he does, i see massive recognition here, because he seizes every opportunity to advance in his career and he goes for them!! Sadly, he wasn’t always like this. At times he felt like the competition was too much and that he won’t succed, but in the end he gave his all, despite his feelings. He is advised not to become too bossy with the people around him, even though i feel like he isn’t like that anyway. I also believe that his overfixation on his career comes from a past break-up that he hasn’t processed fully. He is advised to process it and move on, instead of trying to simply forget it by doing something else.

His message for you

The chariot rx, queen of cups, page of pentacles clarified by two of swords, eight of cups clarified by seven of cups, five of pentacles rx clarified by the hermit, five of swords rx clarified by the king of wands

This is more about his ex and what happened to him, I feel like he really needs to vent so be gentle with him pile 4

“I wasn’t ready for her. I wasn’t ready for our relationship, but my feelings for her were so much, I just couldn’t hold them inside of me anymore. At that time I believed this was a new beginning for us, one that we would both (and i emphasize both) build for, something which would have lasted for a long time (i’m hearing everlasting). I felt like something was off from the beginning, but I thought it was only my imagination playing tricks. I wanted to take it slow because I wasn’t sure…oh boy, was I wrong. I had to leave when I found out that she was cheating on me this whole time. I poured my heart to her and she cheated…I don’t want to remember what happened after. It took me a long time to get over it, get over her (i’m hearing sleepless nights). I felt so alone and abandoned, I didn’t want to talk with anyone, I drank myself to sleep. But this experience made me into who I am today. I know I’m strong. I weathered storms no one would have imagined and I came out victorious. But I’m never leaving my heart to anyone else.

I don’t know if you exist…I’m feeling strong now, but what if it’s just a façade? Do you even exist? (death is on the bottom of the deck , under the death card is the queen of wands rx, he really doesn’t feel like you exist). I feel like the world is filled with harsh people, people that only want to benefit from others and I’m not letting others exploit me anymore.”

Pile 4, i honestly feel like he has so much love to give to others, even to you, but i’m not sure if he sees that. He will make a great partner, i can feel this already. Please show him that you will be there for him and that your feelings are genuine. He needs it.

His intentions towards you

four of pentacles, page of wands, ace of cups, seven of swords

Well, he’s deff focusing on his finances rn for sure. I see that there will be a passionate, new beginning in your connection. I don’t think you two have met, i feel like this is a fresh energy. I heard that you will have to make the first step tho. He will open up to you quite fast after that, but he will also feel a bit wary in the beginning. He doesn’t want the past to repeat itself. I see him trying to peek into your phone when you’re texting someone, just to make sure you’re not cheating on him or anything. He does have the tendency to become paranoid, which can get out of hand if not addressed. My advice to you is to have open communication at all cost. I see a lot of love between the two of you. Don’t let it go to waste.

Extra:

zodiac placements: capricorn in big 3, sun/ascendant conjunct saturn, strong sagittarius and leo in big 6, mars in aries or sagittarius, scorpio energy in big 6 or pluto is significant

[clockwayswrites]

Okay so im curious. As someone who has dyed their own hair many a time and knows intimately how hard it is to get bright colors in dark hair, does danny bleach his hair before he puts the red in? This was the au where no one will accept that he died and that his core is part of him now, so does he use his phantom form? If he doesn't, does his hair just eventually stop growing back black? If he does use phantom, does the dye job effect what color his hair is in it?

Im so fucking interested in the mechanics of how he got it to be so red.

Also: how old is he in this?

So there's deff a little ghost going on and some comic/cartoon magic lol, but he does bleach it!

Danny stared at his hair in the mirror of the school locker room he had snuck into. He hadn’t even gotten inside in a ghostly way, he had just walked in as school was letting out and hid until everyone left. Now the school was quiet and dark in way that was frankly a little terrifying. He was hoping his powers would help him get back out when he needed them to. They weren’t exactly… reliable yet. They also wouldn’t help him fix his hair. Bleaching it had been… well, a success, Danny guessed. No one would recognize him now. No one would even want to look at him for long. His once black hair was now a sickly sort of greenish blond. The spot of white somehow made the rest of it look even worse by comparison. Danny really couldn’t just let it stay like this. People would ask even more questions if he went around looking like a half done dye job.

Which also answers, yes, he does use his powers! The more he does the better he feel and the less the ghostliness spreads into his living form. I'm not sure by the time he gets to Gotham how much of his hair is still black. It might only be the bottom part which is why he shaves it closer.

I am very tempted to have it effect his ghost coloring to, play into much of the ghost form being mental.

Age wise? er... 14-17. I'm not sure yet! I think maybe 15 but masked up and with practice he comes across more at 16 or a baby faced 17.

[fatkish]

First of all that most recent request deff healed smthing in me, second of all, since reader is so clingy in this could I maybe request Aizawa HAS to go back to work at UA so reader comes along with him? I know I technically asked for this before but I want it with the younger version if that’s okay >__< -🐶

Aizawa x Child Reader

I’ll Protect You Pt.2

After some time of getting the reader used to being in public with him at the insistence of the reader’s therapist, he knew he’d have to go back to work

Takes the reader to a cat cafe so they get used to being in public. The reader plays with the cats and eats their food, and afterwards, Aizawa explains that they’ll be going to work with him

He takes the reader to the store and lets them pick out stationary like pens, pencils, notebooks etc. he definitely gets them cat themed stuff like cat erasers and cat shaped sticky notes or a cat themed pencil case.

The reader clings to him or holds his hand the entire time they’re outside

Aizawa gets them a cute cat back pack that they’ll carry their things in at UA

Will likely homeschool them until they’re ready to go to public school. So he gets them math, science, English and history workbooks to do as their schooling and helps them if they need it

Makes lunches for the both of them and brings them with him

Helps them gather all their stuff the night before school and helps them organize their backpack so it isn’t cluttered

They like to get ready with Aizawa so brushing their teeth together and brushing their hair while he does the same

Makes sure the reader buckles their seat belt before he drives off

Since reader is still too scared to be separated, he lets them cling to his pants as he introduces them to his class

His class think it’s adorable how the child is so attached to Aizawa (all the girls coo at how cute you are)

The reader has a backpack filled with snacks and things to do like puzzle books and coloring pages etc.

Sits in the classroom by Aizawa’s legs and does their own homework while he teaches

Snuggles up to Aizawa when he takes naps in the classroom

When introducing the reader to people, they’ll hide their face in his legs or chest if he’s holding them

They like to eat their lunch with him and talk to him or just eat in comfortable silence

They’ll draw pictures for him and he’ll hang them in the faculty lounge by his desk

The reader will take naps under his desk in the faculty lounge when school is over and Aizawa is grading papers

The reader has gotten used to Present Mic and Nemuri but isn’t anywhere near as close to them as they are to Aizawa

When Aizawa is on patrol, they’ll sleep in his bed if they can’t stay up and wait for him

You slowly get used to his students and become friendly towards some of them

Momo Yaoyorozu will have snacks on her or little candies that she’ll give to you, she’ll also help you with your workbooks since she’s smart

Todoroki lets you sit on his lap and color. If you ask him to, he’ll color with you and actually enjoys it. Always asks to take the colored picture to give to his mom seeing as that’s what you do for Aizawa

Bakugou will silently follow you in the halls during lunch and breaks to make sure no one messes with you or scares you *cough*monama*cough*

If you have to go to the bathroom but are too scared to go alone then Momo, Todoroki or Midoriya will gladly walk you to them and wait outside for you

If you draw a picture for a student then they’ll happily keep them

Nedzu sometimes has tea with you and helps tutor you. He has kept and proudly displays all your drawings you made for him

Aizawa won’t admit it but he’s fallen in love with you and sees you as his child. He’ll protect you til the end of time.

Hope you enjoyed this 🐶 anon. I hope it helps.

[ann-writes-universes]

Darkstar (Azriel x Reader)

Warnings: Gore (?), Mentions of Suicide, Angst, Vampires (?)

w/c: 4,981 (damn im sorry)

A/N: Hey everyone. I know its been a long time. Expect an explanation, catch up, FAQ later on this evening possibly. Anywho- here is a really weird halloween short with Az. Its spooky, its weird, its deff not cannon. Trick or treat I guess? Missed you all, more soon <333

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Deep within the frozen woods of the Winter court, a blizzard had begun to brew. Ice-capped limbs whipped wildly against one another, wind flew furiously like a hound through the trees, and night dark ravens screamed against the surmounting crescendo of the living wood. In the midst of it all, a cabin stood firm against the four winds. It would have been a quaint sight to any who made it far enough into the wood to witness it. It’s owner never had many visitors- those who came had purpose, and did not come often. Even the fae- immortal and ferocious, dared not to visit the cabin in the wood. For it was not fae that inhabited the four walls which were being observed now. From no less than a hundred yards away the Spymaster could see warm light seeping from behind shuttered windows. Despite the howling of the wind he could hear the soft hum of music whispering from behind the latched door. From deep within- a voice, soft and lilting sang along. 

He had been here several times before. Always this time of year, right when the temperatures began to be so unbearable not even Kallias’s most loyal soldiers would dare patrol this far north. Azriel stayed on the edge of the wood, letting his shadows creep about. All around him the blizzard raged- desperately trying to urge him inside. Just as the winged warrior was about to step forward, the cabin door swung open. With the motion snow swept upward, and light cascaded onto the dark woods beyond- illuminating the master of shadows fully. Before him- she stood. 

The owner of the cabin was a creature unlike any the spymaster had encountered in his centuries of living. Dressed only in a silken gown she was unaffected by the harsh temperatures outside. She stepped barefoot into the snow and approached the armored male in her yard. Compared to the illyrian, this creature was small- nearly half his height.  He straightened as she approached, called back the shadows that had scattered into the trees at her abrupt entry. 

“Its been so long, shadow singer.” She whispered- and when she spoke the wind silenced. Just as abruptly as the storm had come on, it receded into the wood. The limbs halted their dance, and the ravens ceased their songs. Every creature in  the forest seemed to quiet so that she could speak. Azriel smiled crookedly at her words. 

“I have stayed away at your request.” He reminded, stepping backward as she made her way toward him. Each movement she made was  predatory in nature. She vexed him in ways unimaginable- the sway of her hips with each step, the lotus soft lips that curved so innocently into a smile as she crept forward. With a quickness almost unfathomable to even his eye, she was upon him- sinking her fingers into the layers of his leathers to pull him impossibly closer. 

Instinctively his arms swung around her, inching the navy fabric of her slip up over the arch of her rear. Large hands gripped at her hips, steadying him as she reached upwards towards his face. 

“How I miss you when you are away.” The enchantress hummed in his ear, pressing her lips softly into the shell of it before slipping out of his arms. As if she were dancing she spun backwards towards the cabin, beckoning him to follow. 

It had changed very little since last winter- in fact he struggled to remember if it had changed at all. She had created more pottery- the new pieces fiery and bold in color. Each piece was smoother on the edges than the last, becoming more elegant with each creation. A fire blazed in the hearth, casting the interior of the home in a warm glow. Azriel had always found this place so comforting. It was entirely too small for his demeanor, scaled perfectly for the inhabitant, he had to refrain from letting his wings relax fully in the space. Despite the cramped feeling the cabin had always been a welcome sight for the shadow master. 

As Azriel made himself comfortable on the large and well worn lounge, she began to make tea. Peppermint and lavender began to permeate his senses, his muscles suddenly growing weak. As he molded into the lounge and began to let his mind wander off his shadows nipped angrily at his sides, urging him to alertness. From the kitchen- he heard a chuckle. 

“Entirely unfair my Star.” He muttered, blinking away the newfound dreariness from his eyes. Like snowflakes personified she floated into the living space, a cup of tea in hand. Pale lips crept back into a smile revealing only one of two razor sharp canines beyond. He took the mug she offered and made room for her to sit beside him. 

“I just wanted to see if it still worked on you.” She quipped, reaching upward to tuck a stray hair behind his ear. Her fingers lingered a moment on their round tips, as they always did when she touched him. “Clearly it does.”

She was of course referring to the odd ability she had to affect the mood of those around her. Even with trained guards such as Azriel’s the forest woman had immense effect on his emotion. He had never outright asked her what she was, for that had never been his place. Physically she appeared mortal though lacked a heartbeat and the warmth human beings possess. Azriel was privy to the information that the madame did not eat but survived on blood much like Amren did. For twenty winters Azriel visited this cabin- never once asking for more than she offered in ways of personal information. He knew her name (or at least the one she had offered), her appetite, and he chose to believe he knew her soul. 

To him she was incredibly warm despite the general temperature of her skin. He would spend days with her at a time, unbothered by the world outside of the cabin in the woods. He slept when he was with her, and had even been visited by dreams while in her presence. Whether or not these were brought upon by her general nearness or her ability he was unsure, but that was another mystery he really had no interest in solving. 

This particular eve of visiting was different in feeling. She had sidled up next to him on the couch as she always did, laying her head in his lap and staring at the pattern the fire’s flames had licked upon the walls. It was silent for a while, the only sounds were the crackle of the embers and the wind which had picked up once more outside. The two of them had always been able to slip into this comfortable silence, him always mesmerized by the softness of her hair or the curve of her waist, and she always caught up in the detail of his marred hands or the soft smattering of freckles that painted his brow. But tonight was different somehow. She was now perched on his lap, straddling his waist as she traced the outline of his lips with her finger. His hands rested loosely around her waist, his eyes closed. Her brow was pinched together, her finger dragging downward to his neck where it rested upon the collarbone, sensing his beating pulse beneath. Azriel cracked open his eyes, watching her watch him. 

“I was a girl once you know.” She mumbled, her eyes not really seeing as they found his. The shadow singer chuckled under his breath and closed his eyes once more, relaxing back into the lounge. 

“You are a girl, my star.” He mumbled, beginning to trace circles into her hips. With a single hand she stilled his motions and used the other to urge his attention. She grasped his chin gently between her thumb and forefinger- and he opened his eyes once more. 

“I mean a living and breathing one, Azriel.” And there was a sadness in her tone he had never heard before. Gone was the musical echo it usually possessed, in its place a haunting trill that chilled him to the bone. He straightened his posture in preparation for this possible revelation. Never once had it occurred to him she could have been anything other than what she currently was. 

“Before I was this I was a human girl. I had a family, and I had friends below the wall. I attended church and I wrote poems and learned to sew.” When she spoke there was a manic light in her eyes, and her small hands were gripping his shirt so tightly they were shaking. “I was engaged too you know?” She stood then and moved towards the fire, arms swinging limply by her sides. “He was a nice boy. So lively, and he loved me deeply.”

She sounded far away, as though she were speaking to him from oceans away. Azriel supposed this could all be true, Feyre and her sisters had also been human once. In all of his research he had never heard of anything like this before. What Feyre had become was high fae, as had her sisters. But (y/n)... she was not like them. Nor was she like any other fae he had ever encountered. 

“Do you know how old I am Azriel?” When she asked him this she turned to face him, and her irises were black- welling with tears. Her arms raised to cross over her chest, and the straps of her nightgown fell low upon her shoulders. Leaning forward he propped his elbows upon his knees and shook his head. 

“I do not, I presume older than I.” 

This made her laugh, a sorrowful yet amused sound that allowed him to relax slightly. 

“No. Not quite that old Azriel. I am two hundred years old.” 

Azriel was not quite sure why this number struck him as hard as it did. For why would it matter if she was more than half his age? Perhaps it was the sorrow in her voice when she revealed this to him or the look in her wide eyes as she turned away from his gaze.

“Which, now that I say  it out loud, it is not incredibly old to your kind.” And it was that phrase that truly struck him. Your Kind. He had known all of those years that they were different, silently she had too, but the admission of such a fact made the hair on the back of his neck stand on edge. “But it is quite old when you were never supposed to be such an age.”

He had never thought too deeply about the fact that he had no clue what she was. There were very few beings in Prythian more feared than an illyrian, especially Azriel. But as he sat on the lounge facing the woman he had known for two decades a primal fear crept in his chest. 

“What do you mean you were human?” He dared ask. Her shoulders slumped over slightly and she sighed, moving towards the frost covered window near the front door. Her fingers traced its edges, gathering the frost as they went. Long tendrils of hair cascaded down her back, illuminated in a soft glow by the dying fire. 

“I mean that I was once a human girl, and now I am something- other.” Her hand stopped its movements and she turned her head over her shoulder slightly to reveal that coy smile and far off look once more. In the window beyond- the blizzard raged on, inky darkness shrouding the tree line. The wind howled fiercely now, surmounting in rage as the seconds ticked on. “Would you like to hear about the night I died?”

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Late one winter’s evening three sisters eagerly awaited for the clock to strike midnight. For it was the eve of the youngest lady’s wedding- a day most patiently awaited by all three. Both Theresa and Cecilia had been married the two winters prior, and finally it had become the youngest sister’s turn. A gown of Prythian’s finest silk and lace hung on a dresser door, awaiting the morning hours. Neatly placed on the floor below, a simple pair of ivory heels. 

“Do you think Lestat will cry?” Said Cecilia, pausing in her efforts to brush through the thick tendrils of Theresa’s hair. Theresa peaked at her youngest sister over the top of her cross-stitch, awaiting a response. 

“I think so. He is so sensitive about things.” The youngest replied. Both Cecilia and Theresa fawned at this answer.

“You are so lucky, Lamb.” Said Theresa, which Cecilia followed with a sigh of agreement. 

“Oh so are you Resa, as are you Cece. Phillip and Charles are most charming gentlemen indeed.” Said Lamb as she made her way over to the window overlooking the front lawn. Snow had blanketed it weeks prior, and the inky night sky above was clear enough to see an assortment of stars. She had dreamed of her wedding since she was a little girl, and had fantasized about it for as long as she could remember. When her sisters had married their beaus she had decided that she was destined to fall in love and have a day just as special as they had. As she watched the snow twinkle in the moonlight beyond she was called to walk amongst her father’s gardens one last time. After tomorrow she would become Mrs. Lestat Montgomery, and it would be a very long time before she would step foot upon these grounds again. 

“I think I will go on a walk.” She stated, interrupting the mindless conversation her sisters’ had fallen into. 

“At such a late hour?” Theresa questioned. 

“My mind is restless, I think the cool air would calm it to sleep.” A reply that settled both Cecilia and Theresa enough to let her leave. 

Stepping into the night she was shocked at how much the temperature had dropped since her bridal dinner earlier in the evening. Mere hours earlier the garden she now wandered through had been littered with people. Now, it was silent- only fading impressions of footprints in the snow were left to mark their presence. The girl made her way through the snow coated gardens, imagining what they had looked like each spring when it was full of life. She reminisced on each spring she had spent here growing up- especially those in recent history she had spent with Lestat in this same garden they would be wed in tomorrow. Preparations for the event had already begun. At the furthest edge of the garden, near the frozen swan pond an altar stood tall. It had yet to be decorated with foliage- that would come tomorrow to preserve the delicate lamb’s breath and roses from the winter’s chill. She made her way towards it now, down the imaginary aisle. As she walked she stared at the snow, imagining how she would conquer it in staggering heels tomorrow. The soft wind chilled her skin and swept her hair from her face- the scent of amber and magnolia wafting off of the strands. 

Suddenly, as if all life had been sucked from it- the air went still. Even the sound of her footsteps seemed to grow silent. Dragging her gaze upward from the snow she sucked in a quiet gasp when her eyes fell upon a man standing at the end of the aisle. 

Illuminated by moonlight he stood with his hands clasped in front of him. Dark hair cascaded down his back, and night dark eyes peered at her from behind thick lashes. He was breathtaking, so inhumanely gorgeous that she began to scream and stumble backward. Before the sound could even escape her he was upon her, gripping her by the waist before she could descend into the snow beneath. With a hand clasped firmly over her mouth he stared into her widened eyes. Where his skin pressed against hers, she had grown ice cold. 

From what little she knew about fae she did not understand why this one appeared the way he did. Up close his features were entirely human. While beautiful- he did not have the same high features and bright eyes that fae did- and while he was larger than her he did not stand as tall as fae of legend. 

“That is because I am not fae, girl.” He drug out a on a voice that sounded like tar personified. The noise sounded as though he had not spoken in centuries, and judging by the way it seemed to pain him when he spoke she gathered he probably had not. 

“How?” She whispered, he had read her mind. Hadn't he? She did not remember voicing her confusion.

“I am a creature entirely other dear girl.” That grating voice came again. He knelt in the snow- handling her weight easily as he gathered her into his lap. She fought against his grasp- a primal fear now taking over every sense she had. Darkness clouded her vision and with as much strength as she could gather she began to thrash her limbs against the solid form of his body. The man did not flinch, in fact he did not move a single inch. He let her thrash for a moment and then with great anger he growled and squeezed his arms around her waist until a terrible cracking was heard. Every bit of air in her lungs escaped in a silenced scream as the man slapped his hand over her mouth. 

“A pity you are so loud. I would have loved to tell you more.” The stranger muttered with a click of his tongue. Pain splintered across her ribs, and her breath was coming in uneven pants as she tried to process it. He drug a dirty nail down her tear soaked cheek. Silently she sobbed in his arms, realizing sometime between meeting him and now that she was going to die. His eyes were dark as they watched her cry, leaching over every piece of skin he could see exposed beneath her nightgown. Flicking out from behind his teeth he wet his lips with his tongue, and that is when she saw them. Two fangs, razor sharp in the place of his canine teeth. Unable to make a sound, her eyes widened- a reaction that lit an excited blaze behind his eyes. 

They spoke no longer from that point on. He descended upon her form so quickly that there was no chance to put up a fight. In one swift motion he tore into her throat with shinning teeth. Crimson and sticky, blood began to pool in the snow- soaking the white of her nightgown in a sickly pink. For some time she tried pushing against him, but as he gripped her tighter and drank more deeply from her throat- her efforts weakened. 

Her betrothed would find her the next day, in a pool of her own blood at the altar they were to be married at. Her family would be told she was killed by an animal, and they would take her body into the family morgue to be prepared for her funeral. It was there that she sat for three days in the frozen dark, awaiting a family member strong enough to bear witness to what had been done to her corpse. 

Within these three days her body began to change. While air no longer permeated her lungs, and blood no longer flowed through her veins- she began to move. A finger would twitch, and then a toe, followed by an entire hand and eventually an arm. On the second day she found herself nearly able to stand on her own. 

The world had changed when she awoke from her slumber. Sounds were deafeningly loud, the sunlight creeping from behind closed shudders was unbearable, and her mouth was so dry she feared she would choke. A dull pain was left in her throat, and upon inspection there was no wound. As the time ticked on she began to wonder if the entire incident had been a horrible dream. Perhaps she had been so ill her body had gone into a death like state and that's why she was in the morgue. 

As she muddled over the possibilities of what could have led her here, footsteps approached. Swinging open the doors of the room she occupied- a woman stood. The girl recognized her as one of her father’s maids, Wren. 

“Oh Wren! I am so happy to see you, where is my father?” The girl exclaimed, rushing towards the woman on unsteady legs. Still unsure of her creaking limbs the girl collided with the maid much more forcefully than intended. In a tangle of limbs they fell to the ground. As they fell the woman began to scream. Hastily she scattered across the floor, scraping her hands and knees against the stone as she went, blood beginning to seep from the wounds. 

The girl was confused by this reaction. Rocking back onto her feet she watched as the servant righted herself and stared in horror at the girl who had been dead only days before. Blood, vibrant and hot was now seeping from the woman's hands at an extreme rate and the coppery scent was wafting through the air. 

Hunger, primal and strong overtook the girl- and her eyes zeroed in on the gaping wounds. Racing forward too quickly for the woman to comprehend, the cold one grasped her hands and brought them greedily to her lips. Horrified, the servant tried to rip her hand away- in retaliation the girl grabbed a fistful of her hair and ripped downward- a sickening snapping following the motion. Limply, the servant woman fell to the ground. Shock overtook the girl momentarily as she looked upon what she had done. This feeling was quickly overcome by the hunger she felt and within seconds she had descended to the floor and begun to greedily drink from the dead woman’s wounds. 

She drank until there was not a drop left, and this left her feeling only slightly less ravished than before. She could hear voices above- no doubt belonging to those of visitors meant for her wedding now attending her wake. Amongst the cacophony of voices the girl could hear thrumming heartbeats, and blood rushing aimlessly through millions of veins. 

Dripping in the blood of her father’s servant she rose from the floor of the morgue and made her way upstairs to the somber gathering in the main hall of her family estate. As she neared the large mahogany doors hiding her relatives from view she was overcome with the hunger. Every cell in her body was on fire with want and her skin felt sallow and dry. 

Ice cold hands clasped the doorknobs and flung open the doors before her. Silence overtook the room as each person gazed upon the animated corpse of their Lamb. Theresa and Cecilia watched in horror as their youngest sister stared at the room- her eyes void of light. Blood caked her face and hair, the pretty blue dress they had picked for her burial had been turned a putrid shade of purple. 

“Lamb?” Cecilia called faintly, the glass of champagne she held falling to the marble below in a cascade of broken glass. The sound of its shattering seemed to snap the girl out of her trance and without a sound she rushed forward, sinking her teeth into the throat of a townsman in front of her. Screams erupted in the hall and deep within her an animal raged onward and tore through the entirety of the gathering hall. In moments the floors were slicked with blood and people lay motionless everywhere as chaos continued to erupt. 

Outside a blizzard raged, so fiercely that it would be recorded as the worst event to happen on that  night in history. The massacre at the Marsipone Estate would go unspoken about for centuries after.

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“I dont remember what really happened after that.” The woman whispered, finally turning away from the window and back to Azirel who had been sitting motionless on the lounge for the entirety of her story. 

“I know I killed my sisters. It took me two days to dig through the carnage I caused to find them. I had-  I had broken their necks. Killed them quickly, I think to spare them.” Her voice had a soft tone, defeated as it spoke of the horrors she had committed. “At some point during it all I made my way over the wall. I figured whatever I had become originated from here. Kallias found my abilities freakish but useful, he was the first high lord I encountered and was smart enough to get into my good graces. He allows me to stay here as long as I leave his people alone, stay hidden. I have been trying to figure out what I am ever since.”

“Why wait all of this time to tell me this?” Azriel finally spoke. Turning his head to follow her as she made her way back towards him. She did not sit on the lounge, but leaned on the wall nearest the fireplace- observing him. 

“Because it is not something I am particularly proud of Azriel.” Was her simple response.

“I mean… why tell me now?” He rephrased. 

“Because I finally know what I am. I did not want to share my story without being sure first.” The finality in her tone urged him not to question her words but the shocking admission urged him onward. 

“What could you possibly mean?” He stood then, his stance guarded.

“I do not sleep, I do not eat, I dream not- and there is a hunger that resides in the deepest parts of me. I can never quell it- even being in this room with you shadow singer I am starving.” She placed her palms flat against she wall behind her and closed her eyes- sucking in a deep breath as she did so. “I thought surely when I began to grow older and not age that it was simply part of my curse- and then I did not die when I turned one hundred. I did not even feel as though I had aged at all.” She shuddered then and slowly sank to the ground. 

She was so small before him. An immortal creature, doomed to an eternity of hunger and solitude. Gradually he inched his way forward, and sank to his knees before her. 

“Azriel I am not alive.” She spoke firmly, opening her eyes wide to stare into the warm depths of his own. 

“But you speak, Star- and you cry, feel remorse, and daresay you even love.” Azriel challenged, grasping her hands as he spoke. She laughed at this, but it was not an amused sound- more one of anguish. 

“I am an animated corpse, Az. Cut me, I do not bleed. I have tried to die in countless ways- yet none have released me from this. I am able to do things I should not be able to achieve, it is not right.” 

Two hundred years. Only 182 spent as an immortal. 

“And imagine spending eighty two years wondering when you will die, only to realize you wont.” She whispered, searching his eyes for any kind of response. 

Azriel for the first time in many years was struck to silence. He was known for his silence, but silence had always been his upperhand, something he sought out. Within the quiet Azirel could listen- ponder. There were very few moments in his life where the silence had found him. In this moment, as he stared into her widened eyes the quiet hit him full force. He swallowed thickly, trying not to choke on the realization that she was something entirely new to him. 

“I am what human’s call a vampire. I am what your kind call an enemy.” Defeat layered her tone and she relaxed against the wall- her hands falling limp within his own. Her choice in words triggered something within the spymaster. She was many things mysterious to him- but an enemy was not one. In two decades he had never seen her harm anyone, nor had she confessed to such a crime to him. 

“Thats because I have not committed any.” She confided, smirking weakly when the shadowsinger huffed at her unannounced entry into his mind. 

“If you are in my head then you know my feelings.” He spoke, cupping her cheek with his hand. The skin was ice cold, a feeling he welcomed against the rough texture of his palms. 

“It matters to me not that you know now what you are. In the past three years my perception of what should be and what is has changed completely.” His next thought came to him so quickly she could not even spy upon it before it was verbalized.

“I would like for you to come to the night court with me to meet some friends of mine. I believe they will change your perspective on what you are feeling currently.” 

It had been decades since the enchantress had left the cabin in the wood. Yet staring into the eyes of the spymaster she craved the world beyond it. 

That night, shrouded by shadow and snow the spymaster and his darkstar made their way into the Winter Wood, never to return to the cabin again.

[frikandellbroodje]

Hi! I was wondering if I can request joost dating a fem!reader who’s a death metal singer? Dating hc’s please 😚🫶🫶🫶

OML I LOVE THIS IDEAAAA

I'm sorry if I make spelling mistakes tho bc I'm dutch😭

Joost dating death metal singer hc's

Warnings:none

Joost klein x fem reader

FLUFF

Before yall start dating

THE SECOND this man know you like death metal he WILL try to impress you by listening to your favorite bands 100%

Talks with you about death metal 24/7 trying to start a conversation with you (he doesn't know what he's talking about in reality)

Listens to your music when hes alone bc it reminds him of you <3

After y'all start dating

He's deff a "that's my girl" kinda guy so he always tries to come watch your performances just to scream that really loud and admire you

Will also brag to people your his girlfriend

You know like he's I ♡ joost klein t shirts?yea he made one with your name and wears it a lot

If you also play electric guitar he will deff just sit there wachting you practice and hum to the songs your playing and just admire your beauty

Will try to convince you to make a song with him <3

Buys all your merch bc "why not" 😭

When your away on tour or something he will deff spray your Parfume that you left on he's pillow and just most off the time lay down looking at pictures he keeps off you

Calls you whenever he can if your on tour and asks if you had fun etc

When your back he WILL demand some lazy days with you just cuddling <3

"missed you mrs klein" AAAAAHHHHH I CANT THAT WOULD PROB BE YOUR NICKNAME FOR HIM♡♡

please let me know if you liked it or if it was to short or too long soo yea love yall♡

[rinhaler]

first, i want to kiss you for your amazing smut. especially the stepdad toji one 🤭🤭 second, will you pretty pretty please with a cherry on top write some noncon with yandere stepbro yuji? im ovulating and deprived of some nasty ass fics with my favourite boy, please? 👉🏽👈🏽🥺🫶🏽

I have like zero experience writing yandere. If I've done it before it's deff not been intentional so I hope this is okay! Also making Yuuji mean was so hard and did not sit right with my soul but bon apetit.

warnings: 18+ MDNI, noncon, fem!reader, yandere!yuuji itadori, stepcest, semi-public sex, vaginal sex, use of yuuji-nii and nii-chan, marking/cutting, blood, spanking, jealousy, creampie.

words: 1.4k

“Get out.” your brother speaks, voice brimming with hatred as he drags you by your wrist into the boys bathroom. The guys in the room look at him, then at each other. They don’t think he’s serious, he can’t be, can he? They stare at him and their eyes catch the way he’s squeezing your wrist. Tight enough to bruise. “Get. Out.” he repeats himself, calmly.

The guys hurry up, putting their dicks away and leaving without even washing their hands. It’s revolting, but the last thing on your mind as Yuuji waits for them to leave before shoving you further into the room.

“Yuuji?” you whisper soothingly. Though when he gets closer to you and shoves you again, you wish you hadn’t said anything at all. Your lower back connects with the sinks behind you. You’re sure more bruises will follow the contact, but right now that’s the least of your concern. He turns you around, and you instinctively bend over. You yelp when you feel him kick the insides of your ankles harshly, but your legs spread beautifully for him. “I-I’m sorry.” you whine. You aren’t sure what you’ve done, but he seems cross with you. Maybe an apology will make everything better.

He doesn’t respond. The sound of his zipper being pulled down reverberates through the icky bathroom. Your eyes scrunch closed as you whimper, knowing what’s coming next. He moves your panties aside, a stinging slap landing on your slick puffy folds.

“I wish you were sorry.” he tells you, coldly, “But I’ll make you sorry when we get home.”

You opt not to respond, knowing that anything you say will be misconstrued and he’ll use that to punish you. He slaps your cunt again, and the force propels you forward as you jolt at the pain. He flips up your skirt, smacking your ass again and again until even the softest touch fills you with pain.

You won’t be able to sit comfortably for a while.

He slots his aching cock between your swollen pussy lips, dragging his length up and down, coating his tips with your shimmering essence. You hear his heavy breaths as he enjoys your dewy cunt. Your unprepped hole fights him every step of the way as he bullies his cock into you. Your walls feel like home as he forces himself to the hilt.

“You’re bein’ quiet.” he points out. You look at him through the mirror, your crying has made a mess of your makeup. Black tear leans stream down your face as you can’t quite accommodate his horrifically thick cock. Lithe fingers yank at your hair, shoving your face into the reflective glass in front of you.

“I dunno what I did, Yuuji.” you pout, turning your head so that you can look back at him through the corner of your eye. You yip when he pushes your head into the mirror once more. You definitely said the wrong thing this time.

“Isn’t it obvious? Look at the slut staring back at you in the mirror.” he tells you. You start to protest, telling him that you aren’t a whore, and you didn’t do anything wrong. But you get the perfect view of his fist coming towards the mirror, breaking it, shards of glass falling onto the counters and into the porcelain sinks below. You hiss a shallowly as a little piece cuts you as it falls.

His hips stay still as he sees blood begin to seep from the small cut on your shoulder. You do nothing, choosing to stare at your reflection again in the cracked mirror. Though your eyes wander when he picks up a larger piece of glass.

“Yuuji-nii? What are you— aah!” you cry as his hand wraps around the back of your neck and pushes your face down into the glass filled sink.

“Move, and you’ll regret it.” he warns you. His painful hold doesn’t cease, but you feel his wrist balance on the plush flesh of your right ass cheek. You wince as you feel a pointed edge push down into your skin, you bite your lip and try to repress the noises desperate to leave your throat. It’s agonising and it’s unabated. And before he’s barely gotten started, you’re screaming.

His hand leaves your neck, coming down harshly on the marks he’s cutting into your behind. The stinging sensation is unbearable, you think you might pass out.

“Shut the fuck up.” he warns you. You cover your mouth with both hands, desperate to keep the screams locked deep inside of your lungs. He takes his time, with you. Making sure he writes his name on your skin in big perfect letters so there is no longer any question on who you belong to. He spanks you again, his hand becoming covered in blood. “I’ll get you some bandages from the first aid kit in the gym if you’re good.” he explains.

“What did I do, Yuuji-nii?” you pout, keeping your eyes fixated on the base of the sink as he begins to fuck into you. His entire weight poured into each and every thrust. “Haah—!”

“Saw you fucking flirting with a guy in your class.” he tells you, his palm landing on your bloody wound once again. “You’re meant to be mine. So I’m giving you a reminder.” he continues, his cock slamming into you again and again while his balls slap against your neglected clit.

You shouldn’t be enjoying this. You told him you weren’t in the mood and you didn’t have time. But the fury in his eye as he dragged you all of the way to the boy’s bathroom told you that what you wanted wasn’t really up for discussion. And it makes sense, now, he doesn’t care if you want him when he’s jealous. When he’s jealous, you’ll take what he’s giving you whether you want him or not.

“I w-wasn’t.” you sob, sniffling quietly as his tip hammers against your cervix. “Jus’ gave him some notes from a class he missed!” you inform him, hoping it’ll clear up this whole misunderstanding.

“You’re fucking stupid.” he spanks your wound again. “He didn’t want your fucking notes. He wants you. If you did anything but think with that stupid cunt of yours you’d be smart enough to talk to any guys except for me.”

“’m sorry, nii-chan.” you wail, you can tell by his sloppy thrusts that he’s close. And you’re ashamed to say that your cunt is responding favourably to him ruining you like this. You’re conditioned, unfortunately. Whatever he offers you is sure to make you cum, no matter the circumstance.

“Nii-chan knows best, doesn’t he?” he asks, though you aren’t sure if it’s rhetorical. You find yourself nodding, anyway, but a particularly harsh thrust tells you that he’s looking for verbal confirmation. “Remember what’ll happen to you if you talk to boys other than nii-chan.”

“Nii-chan knows best.” you pout, moaning as he continues to fuck painfully into you. “W-Won’t talk to anyone… promise.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I didn’t lock the door, y’know. Hope he walks in and sees how much you like getting fucked by your brother. Should I cum in this slutty cunt? Make sure everyone knows whose pussy this is.” he babbles, you feel your insides turn warm before you can even answer. He curses repeatedly as he empties his balls into your unprotected womb. The feeling is like a loving hug, and your body unwillingly returns the feeling as your walls squeeze tightly around his length as you spasm from your high.

“T-Thank you, nii-chan.” you tell him, quietly.

“Good girl.” he praises you, pulling out. Your spread legs attempt to close to keep his cum inside, but he kicks at your ankles again to make sure they stay nice ‘n wide. “Gonna go get the first aid kit for you, don’t move.”

“What if—” he slaps your ass and shoves your body back down into the counter. And you realise that he didn’t mean don’t leave the bathroom. He meant don’t move from this exact position.

“What if someone walks in? Good.” he smirks, heading for the exit. “I want every guy in this fucking place to see how much you like your big brother’s cum dripping out of you.”

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[brucewaynehater101]

Hi again!!!! Older brother JJ annon here

So i absolutley LOVE your take on this and ive got stuffs to add >:D

So the Joker finds the alternate universe Damian so JJ just- kills him right?? And then Damians bats come to get him and all that but WJAT IF instead of them going back to their dimension JJ sees these other people he vaguley recognizes and decides "fuck it. Im keeping them ALL."

So he does. And it doesnt matter that most of these guys are older than him, he treats them almost exactly like he does with Damian. (Except for bruce. Junior doesnt know what to do with bruce) JJ doesnt give two shits

And like- all the bats are weirded out because what????? Who is this mini joker??? And then they find out its a version of TIM. So they just...kidnap him back. Its bonus points because they dint have a Tim (anymore [i decided that because angst and yes. {id imagine their tim died from the widdower on Brucequest or smth along those lines but the evidence he collected still got sent back? Who knows. Deff not me}])

So its like a win-win for everyone involved!!! Tim JJ gets the bats back (even if he doent really recognize them) and the bats get a Tim back!!

(Thank you for listening to my insanity ted talk.)

Here's a link to the OG post!

Oh? ~ I like the way you think, Anon. Let's crank up the angst, shall we? As much pain as possible :) :D

TW: Major character death, dead body description, toxic obsessions

We'll refer to one Tim as Alt!Tim and the other as JJ!Tim (or JJ) for simplicity sake.

Alt!Tim was never caught by Dick when Ra's kicked him out of a window. Dick was right there, mere centimeters away, but Tim slipped right through his fingers.

Dick was forced to watch as another one of his family members fell to his death.

It's not the sound of bones impacting cement that haunts him so, nor the sight of his baby brother hitting the ground from over 80 stories tall.

No. It's the look of contentment, the small reassuring smile, the instant forgiveness, and the relief that poured from Tim's body when he noticed Dick was trying but would fail to catch him.

Tim dying at this time, when he still hasn't repaired any of his relationships with his family, absolutely obliterates the remaining Bats. They either feel guilt for how they treated him, for not being there for him, or for what he sacrificed for them.

[Whether or not Ra's scraped his body off of the ground and lugs his corpse to a Pit only to brainwash and hide him from the Bats is a separate storyline. In this case, Tim, who finally manages to escape, realizes that his Bats (and Tim is mentally not well. He's kind of obsessive post-Pit) are gone. Alt!Tim goes to track them down only to find them chumming it up with another version of him :) ]

JJ is also obsessive with the Bats. These newcomers are all his younger siblings (minus Bruce), and he will not let them go. The Bats, who miss Tim/feel guilty and desperately want him back, are also super obsessed with Tim. It kinds of works out for them.

[temptingz]

Just fantasizing abt Dad Bod König :3

I know he would deff have this type of body after coming back from break, a few littered scars over his body. Cuddles and sex would be great. You wouldn’t be snuggling with a rock the size of a tree anymore! :3

mdni:

Sex would deff be better, You riding him while pawing on the now soft belly he has gotten, soft moans escaping you when he thrusts his hips upwards. Hands gripping your hips while he says filthy shit into your ears “Just because I gained a few pounds doesn’t mean I can’t fuck like back then Meine Liebe.

(This is my first time writing smut so be nice 😭)