#he's the adorable snake who slithered his way into their hearts

[shadebloopnik]

Lucifer saluting Sir Pentious is everything to me.

Hats off to you Sir, you made it, in Heaven.

[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 19 - Familiars (Kyoya Ootori)

10/26/2023 - 05/03/2024

Pairing: Kyoya Ootori x Reader Word Count: 1,516 Warnings: Reader has a lot of familiars, and they include but are not limited to snakes, spiders, birds, puppies, and mosquitos. Gender: AFAB Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover, @purplecandything Notes: This fic is by no means an encouragement for you to go buy a pet (especially of the exotic kind). Please don't see the shenanigans in this fanfic as your sign to go get a snake or something-

"Y/N?" Haruhi called for you.

Fumbling around with the boa on your neck, you call out to your friend from the depths of your room.

Every time Haruhi finds herself a guest of your home, she is reminded that you are, at your core, a damn rich person. Sure, you were also the most down-to-Earth person she knew from Ouran, but who else would be able to afford a glass greenhouse that connects to their already expensive bedroom?

A rich person. That's who.

Haruhi traversed through the small tunnel that lead to the actual greenhouse section of your room. The last time she visited the place, she'd seen you dancing around with mosquitos. Mosquitos.

Curious, but also bewildered by whatever animal she may see this time, Haruhi's mind came to a stop when she saw a snake strangling you.

Terrified, she tried to will herself to pull the snake away from you (without having it attack her in any way) until she heard sprinkles of laughter coming from your direction. You were gently nuzzling the reptile, cooing at how handsome and charming he is, all while allowing said reptile to wrap itself around strangle you.

"Hey Haruhi!" You beamed at her.

"Ummm, Senpai?"

"Yes?"

"You have a snake around you."

"That I do~"

If the lack of urgency from your voice didn't show that the snake and you were friends, then your coddling most certainly did. Taking a step backwards, Haruhi watched curiously as you gently untangled the snake from around your neck and placed him on the ground.

You watched Haruhi as she nervously eyed the snake as it seemed to slither in her direction and watched as relief settled into her features when he cut a right and went about his way. The relief only lasted a few seconds though. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"There are more snakes in your room."

"Ummm, yeah?"

"And they're not in aquariums-"

This confused you quite a bit. Why would they be in aquariums? They're terrestrial snakes. Even if they could go into water, they weren't meant to constantly be swimming in water (unlike sea snakes).

"What do you mean aquariums?" You asked Haruhi.

"You know, like the glass boxes that they put reptiles in? I saw a video of someone who had an iguana in one of those aquariums." Haruhi explained, still keeping an eye on the snakes.

Suddenly, it dawned on you.

"Haru, those aren't aquariums. The 'glass boxes' you're talking about are called different things depending on what you put in them. The ones that hold reptiles and other animal life are called vivariums." You clarified. "Besides, they're happier like this, free to roam inside the greenhouse as much as they want."

Nodding her head, Haruhi ignored your typical habit of speaking as though the animals were people themselves and asked, "so what'd you call me over for?"

"Oh right, thanks for reminding me!" You exclaimed, scurrying over to the other side of the greenhouse. Haruhi could see you reaching inside of a pet cage, which usually would be used to carry animals like cats, but knowing you, it could literally be anything inside that plastic cage. Haruhi craned her neck a little bit to observe your actions, heart nearly slowing to a still to see what freak of nature you were going to pull out of the magical cage.

Meow.

Huh.

So it was a cat-

You pulled the adorable tabby close to your bosom, your calming aura immediately relaxing the paranoid creature. Walking over to Haruhi, you introduced the cat. "This is Aki." You stroked the cat's head starting from its forehead, and Haruhi watched as the cat fell impossibly deeper into sleep. "I found him on the road a couple of days ago, and as much as I want to take care of him, I'm kinda running out of space here." You say sheepishly.

As though on cue, the parrots started screeching from all over the greenhouse, causing Haruhi to look around in fright.

"I'm going to be sending Aki to a shelter, but the shelter I contacted is also currently full." Mournfully, you continued your story, all while gently rocking the feline in your arms. "Until then, I need someone to take care of him for me, because I don't think I can take care of him myself."

Well that was a little shocking. You of all people couldn't take care of a mere cat? Why you had parrots, cockroaches, and snakes, and you couldn't handle a cat? Haruhi figured there was another reason, but didn't bother asking for it.

"Do you want me to take care of Aki for you?" Haruhi asked.

"That's exactly what I was going to ask! If you don't mind, could you take care of him for a few days? Just until next Thursday, I promise. I'll give you everything you need, so you don't have to worry about a single thing."

Well, if was just for a few days, she'd be able to manage. She was sure that her father wouldn't mind (he got along great with you).

"Sure, why not?"

"Ahhhhh, you're the best Haru~"

It had been a few hours since then, and you were awaiting your next visitor. In the mean time, a capybara snorted running around without a care in the world. The sight put a smile on your face, content blooming in your heart.

Knock knock.

Jumping up, you sprinted to your door, and peeked through the window near it.

Finally, he's here.

You pulled the door back with such a fury that a miniscule shred of surprise appeared on Kyoya's face before disappearing as quickly as it came. Pressing a chaste kiss to his cheek, you pulled him into your greenhouse (mindful to close the door behind you).

"Haruhi came by earlier." You started a conversation.

"I assume that Aki has been adopted then?" Kyoya asked.

"Give her until next Thursday. She's not gonna want to send Aki to the shelter after all that quality time~"

If there was one thing people should never underestimate about you, it would be your motives. There was almost never a definitive reason for what you were doing until the reason was revealed. Your latest scheme involved finding a lonely cat a loving home.

"And how's Mr. Cuddles?" Kyoya asked, looking around the greenhouse.

"Right here" said a familiar snake as he hung down from a branch above Kyoya's head. He looked up and smiled at the boa. Mr. Cuddles slowly slunk down onto Kyoya's shoulder and wrapped himself loosely around his figure. Kyoya allowed this, enjoying the snake's presence.

"You know, it's funny how well the two of you get along now." You say, arms crossed.

"Jealous?" Kyoya and Mr. Cuddles as at the same time.

Scoffing, you turn on your heel and walk away to some other creature that would cuddle you the way Mr. Cuddles was cuddling your boyfriend.

As they watched your figure walk away, Kyoya and Mr. Cuddles faced each other, chuckling to themselves as they shook their heads at your antics.

Mimi the capybara waited for you to sit down on your chaise before jumping into your adoring arms. Squealing in glee, she nestled deep into your embrace as you hugged her tight. You watched as your boyfriend and his new best friend sat down on the chaise opposite to you and felt a gust of wind before feeling a weight on top of your head.

The head that peeked down to look at your face (albeit upside-down) belonged to Marisol - a sun conure.

"You thought that old cuddles hated you." Marisol squawked, laughing to herself.

"In Kyo's defense, he didn't know that we're familiars." Cuddles responded.

"Kyo?" You parroted. "Since when were you on nickname basis with my boyfriend?"

Your animals (and boyfriend) laughed at the pout that adorned your face. Mimi jumped off, jumping into the lap of your boyfriend instead, and the look of betrayal on your face made everyone laugh even more.

"I didn't know at the time that Cuddles was fond of me, but had I known, I would befriended him much sooner," Kyoya said, adding more salt to the already festering wound.

"Yeah, yeah, you're all just such great friends. We get it-" You say, annoyed. Marisol, the lovely thing didn't say a word as you sat petulantly.

As fun as it was to tease you, Kyoya loved you the most. No matter how many friends he had, and no matter how close he was with them, they didn't compare to you (except for maybe Tamaki). Having teased you enough (for now), he called your name.

"Y/N?" You finally looked at him.

"Come here."

Cuddles adjusted his position and Kyoya lifted Mimi for a bit, a silent gesture for you to cuddle with him. Smiling, you do go to him, Marisol still sitting on your head and cuddle with your favorite beings in the whole world.

Eventually, some of the other familiars also joined the cuddle pile, while the others watched from a distance.

All was right in the world.

Author's Note: I know that I said that the Hauntober event is currently under hiatus, but when random bursts of creativity occur, one does not simply not do anything about it-

Now, I actually really enjoyed writing this fic, because I'm an absolute sucker for animals. I've always wondered why characters only have like one familiar. Why not two? Why not ten? Why not as many as you want? So, to placate that, I made this. I had a particular idea as to how I wanted this to go, but it took a few detours.

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

[mysticstarlightduck]

5 lines tag game!

I was tagged by @cowboybrunch for this one, (here) thanks for the tag! I'll go with my WIP "Of Starlight and Beasts" for this one.

Your lines are: a line about fear, an adorable line, a line about taste, a line with an argument and a sarcastic/funny line.

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A line about clothes: (context: Nimwen's scarf helps her keep herself grounded after she and Corah are trapped in a cave after some misguided decisions, and they know next to nothing about each other . At this point in the story, Nim still thought they were enemies - and due to her less than ideal past experiences with knights, she was terrified, despite Corah trying to convince her otherwise.)

Silence seemed to eat at her, closing in the trapped, suffocating space of the small cave even more, but she still refused to answer, or even make eye contact with the other girl - Corah, she reminded herself, as an afterthought. A knight 'trying to help', she scoffed. What a stupid notion.

Nimwen's fingers numbly fiddled with the fraying edges of her soft red scarf, twisting and twirling the material, as if in an effort to focus on something else other than a swirl of emotions she was faced with right now. They'd be out of here soon - and that would be the end of it, surely.

This one knight seemed well-meaning, Nim figured. Trusting would be a risk that could pay off. Still, her thoughts could not help but wander years away, to sights of the executioner's blade, the sickening squelch of iron against bone, blood splashed at her feet and gown drenching the fine cloth as she was dragged away into the muted crowd, armored figures - the same radiant symbol on their chest plates - clanking to remove his headless body from the square. She closed her eyes and breathed.

The scarf. Her hand wrapped around it. She was still alive, she was still here - and the past was in the past. Scarlet would be here soon, and all they had to do was wait. And hope all knights were not like the ones in the square.

A funny line

"If that thing ate us, do you think we'd have a slow and painful death digested by the acids in its stomach as our skin melts off and our brains become jelly or would we just get torn apart limb from limb by its teeth first? I bet it's the first one." Masen tilts his head sideways, peeking beyond the rock at the giant, slithering serpent in the snowy chasm below.

The group turns their heads to him in unison, with a varied mix of equally uncomfortable expressions. Corah broke the silence, still whispering.

"I have a better question. Why are you like this?"

Before Masen could answer, his twin piped up, deadpan voice dripping sarcasm "Now you all know what I had to deal with. But can we get off this rocky death trap before the snake decides to turn brother dearest's daydreams into a reality?"

A line with fighting (Argument, not physical)

Eidan's hand trembled, and he closed it into a fist to hide it. His eyes pierced the nobleman's, seeing a mockery he knew all too well. "You have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh yeah, enlighten me then, 'little hero'." The man sneered, looking around the crowded room as if expecting applause or confirmation, as the others erupted into whispers. "Or should I say, disgraceful nephew of a traitor?"

Eidan opened his mouth, then closed it. There it was, he noticed, the familiar burn of humiliation threatening to silence him, again. He knew this guy knew this too, if his seemingly victorious smirk was anything to go by.

There were laughs, and loud, barely hushed gasps. He urged to silence him, to scream and rage at the slight to his honorable family's name, but couldn't find the words to speak. His uncle was really a traitor - a drunken, shameful wretch who left behind nothing but sorrow in his wake. Eidan wished he could say differently, but the what little honor his name had was lost alongside the Duke and his family. His heart wanted to claw its way out of his chest and stop right there.

But finally, the last second, from the corner of his eye, he met Maryon's eyes amidst the crowd. He remembered their conversation, if barely, and managed to mumble out an answer.

"Trust me, I would." He started, at first shaky but slowly gaining confidence. "But not like this. You're not entitled to my past. Plus, now that I think of it, I guess your head is far too deep up your own arse to understand anything either way, you craven excuse for a lord."

"You impudent wretch -!"

The man moved to strike him, and Eidan didn't back away. Thankuly the great hall doors swung open, and a familiar figure clad in golden robes strode in. "You will stop, Lord Berwyl, if you value your neck." She ordered, and half of her personal guards already had their spears turned to the nobleman, who lowered his hand, albeit begrudgingly.

A line I'm proud of

"What is this place?" Corah looked around, brows furrowed. Her hand still rested idly at the handle of her sword - she'd never seen a city like this in any of their travels. It seemed at the same time lively and homely but also ghostly, like something lost in time, never to be found again.

Maryon turned towards her as she started to speak, but continued walking. "This is the underworld of a dead city that is fighting to be revived." She said, plainly. And that was a very accurate description.

All around them, the city - carved into the ground below what once was a beautiful sunlit kingdom - held traces of a past long since gone, but never quite buried or forgotten. Vast statues whose fine details had long since been brushed off by time peeked through makeshift buildings built out of old driftwood. Cramped marketplaces stood in what once was a city square. To the side, she could see the outline of an old temple repurposed as improvised and crowded house of healing. The past and the present, old and new, something of what was forgotten but never quite left.

Corah felt torn - at the same time, this was the hopeful reminder of what simple folk could accomplish by just working together, despite all hardships, but it was also a testament to the wounds her kingdom had accidentally inflicted on others through its inaction in the past. When Idraven fell into the curse and wars, her kingdom stood and watched - and the thought filled her with an anger she never thought she'd feel towards her kingdom's own royalty.

"If we want to venture further into the Crimson Queen's domain this is only the beginning. We need to find whoever runs this place, and quickly" Kyran spoke, suddenly standing at her side. Corah blinked.

She was about to say something in agreement, when Arammys' voice piped up from somewhere behind them. Corah realized that, in this underground's bustling maze, they hadn't paid enough attention as to where they were going.

"...I have a feeling it won't take much longer. Um, guys?"

When she whirled around, she understood what he meant. They didn't need to find the one in charge, because she had already found them. And whoever this young woman was, she didn't seem too happy to find out trespassers from another land had just discovered the hidden entrance to her city. Neither did the five heavily armed guards standing beside this woman, with crossbows aimed at Corah and the others, ready to shoot at a moments notice.

Corah looked at her friends, all frozen in place - their lives hanging in the balance of a stranger's decision. As Corah raised up her hands, in what she hoped was a placating gesture, the young woman stepped forward, though her soldiers remained at the ready.

"I believe there explanations in order, wouldn't you agree?" The young woman spoke. Now that she was closer, Corah could see that she wasn't much older than any of them, though her eyes look as icy as the storms of the Frosts, and her presence was as imposing as that of any battle worn general. Corah maintained her gaze. "You will follow me to my fortress, and there we shall decide your fate. Choose your words carefully - for they might weigh on whether or not I decide to kill any of you. It's a mercy I haven't already."

With that, she turned away and gestured for her soldiers, who moved in unison towards the gathered group, not so gently urging them to start walking in the chosen direction.

"Name's Leora Tallin, and no one gets into my city without my explicit permission. Consider yourselves 'unwelcome', for the time being. Shall we?"

Tagging (gently, no pressure): @agirlandherquill, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @littleladymab, @little-peril-stories, @illarian-rambling, @elshells, @winterandwords, @writernopal, @moonandris, @eccaiia, @i-can-even-burn-salad, @clairelsonao3, @thepeculiarbird, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @ybotter, @aalinaaaaaa, @autumnalwalker, @oh-no-another-idea, @cowboybrunch and OPEN TAG

[thebarefootcajun]

Josef and AsianCajun

Around midnight, there was a knock on the door. Wondering who might be calling at my place on an isolated three quarter acre of land on L’anse Trois Filles. I have an open door policy at my place, never lock a door or a window. Friendly folk live on and around L’anse Trois Filles.

Named so because a family had three girls one year after the other starting in 1959. These girls all became farmers and never married. They farmed cotton on thirty acres of land. Each of the girls was responsible for ten acres of land; however they pooled all of their resources together. The three girls with the last name of Dijon, yep like the mustard.

However, these three girls have nothing to do with this short story other than to explain the uniqueness of the name Trois Filles.

Now, readers, back to our story. The knock on the door. I sleep early; my house is a tiny cottage, all made from recycled woods and unpainted. Screens on the windows for mosquitoes, slithering snakes and the like.

Not alarmed, thinking maybe a family member or friend had come for help or with an urgent announcement. I had no phone.

I rose from my bed and walked towards the door, a screened door as well. There I saw a boy whose siblings I had taught, not a stranger. Not a problem since I’m open to drop-ins . Whatever I have is to be shared: shelter, food, drink and a will to listen.

My estimation is that he was about thirteen years old, just a teenage kid in trouble or lost. Right up my alley, I was a retired math teacher and part time coach at the École de Français junior high school where all studies were still conducted in French.

The Louisiana State Department of Education had tried to close them down, but the village of Francois was not backing down. A resilient community with a desire to keep the mother tongue of French. Actually, Francois was a rather progressive community; staying true to their French language was passionate.

Okay, back to the kid who showed up at midnight to my house.

His name was Joseph, pronounced Josef. An eighth grader, he was rebellious about education carried on in French. Joseph had befriended a guy from New York. And this guy had told him that French was out and English was in. Josef saw himself as a hipster. He wanted to bust out of Francois, go places, be trendy and modern. Now before we want to be hard on Josef, we’ve all been there. Grass is always greener in another pasture; either we want to be in a city or we want to be in the countryside. It’s good to experience both and find your heart.

As Josef chatted about his woes with being trapped in Francois, I just listened. BTW, my name is Jerry, pronounced Jere. I’d gone away chasing my dreams, too, at a much older age. Eventually, I made my way home to the prairie again where my soul is at peace. Josef told me that he was running away from home. I asked him about his plan of sustenance and he said that he had none. After leaving he freaked out and decided to come to my place. He knew me, I had taught his older siblings.

I fed Josef some cool food. I decided in his mood a sauce piquant might just push him over the edge. We did a stir fry using yard eggs, green onions from my garden and a bit of fermented soy that I had been working on for some time. I had married a Japanese woman that I had met in the war. She adored the Cajun culture and its food. Often we cooked AsianCajun infusion. I wanted Josef to experience something different. Maybe give him a glimpse into

another culture married with Cajun.

Josef and I chatted way into the morning, and then he crashed on my front porch til noon. After a cup of very strong coffee milk, better known as a shaken espresso, he was feeling better and ready to face his parents. Little did Josef know that I had ridden out to his house on my old bicycle to let his parents know that he was with me sleeping the night away on my porch swing on a full stomach of AsianCajun fried rice. I had a good history with that family and they trusted me.

Together, Josef and I walked home to his parents. They were thrilled to see him and mom bought him a bowl of chicken and sausage gumbo. For dessert she brought out a huge slice of blackberry pie with two scoops of homemade vanilla ice cream. Josef looked like a little boy tucked into a big wicker chair on the screened-in porch with his pie and ice cream.

His dad joined us on the porch and gave Josef a big bear hug. The two lingered in that embrace, both smiling, and I think I noticed wet on their shirts, I think their joy spilled over into salty tears. After that I excused myself so that the family could have some reunion time.

The next day I heard from a colleague, a peer of mine still in a classroom at École de Français in the village of Francois, teaching science. She said that Josef was laughing and in good spirits after his mini runaway.

Josef graduated from Francois High School. After spending several summers on a rural farm in Iowa helping a veterinarian, he decided that farm living was the life for him. He was committed to coming home to work with the aging veterinarian in Francois at the Hôpital Français des Animaux de Francois.

Josef found his place and his calling after a night of AsianCajun cuisine!

[lilitophidian]

Something to be learned.

When someone is useful they are good quality. But when that well runs dry, there's no point in keeping them around. A type of psychological behavior brought up from life , the only difference lingering under the surface was that of possessive touch.

What was hers was HERS.

No matter what she truly felt or falsely chose, there would be an invisible chain connecting her and the angel together by hands, a yank on the between section in which she kept the restraints under her control.

While he would not realise such, she liked it that way. She liked that he'd KILL for her. What more could a wife ask for in a little husband? What a good one. He most certainly was wrapped around her dainty clawed finger. The snake charmer was also that of a serpent slithering itself into the hole of hearts to take a bite.

Of course, she thrived in Hell. She thrived on dominance with the people on hands and knees before her, the masses giving up everything they ever could to appease such a divine Goddess who once bore mortality.

Whether or not the correct intentions ever came forward. At least she COULD give some sanctuary wrapped up in a string of nerves, tied into a bow made of intestine of those who crossed the lines she drew.

A gentle touch repeated as she caressed his sweet face with the palm of her hand, more small tastes to ensure her promise of return.

"I'm sure she'd love your usual apple pie, my love. Don't forget to add extra cinnamon for her."

She gave an adored chuckle, thinking of their little one for a moment.

"I do promise to return. Even if you may be in deep slumber."

[crowhyun]

VAMPIRE!TXT MASTERLIST

disclaimer: each work will contain smut.

My Pet Bloodsucker

vampire!Soobin x witch!reader

One of the most dangerous beings to society was a new vampire. Filled with an uncontrollable lust for blood and a new strength that rivaled that of 100 men, they were the average human’s nightmare. But not for you. What was meant to be a normal summer ended up with you having to care for a new vampire that just couldn’t keep his teeth to himself.

read here

Hard Catch

vampire!Yeonjun x reader

After getting kicked out of his clan due to his excessive bloodlust, 400 year old Choi Yeonjun moves to a small city in hopes for a new start. Though, disguising himself has a human was an all new challenge for him, especially when you come into the picture. Innocent, lively, and joyful, you were. But his interest didn’t come from that. It came from how sweet your blood smelled and just how much he wanted to taste it, but unknowingly, you made it a challenging task for him to get you alone.

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When You Give a Mouse a Cookie…

— Yeonjun gets curious about the times you and Felix slept together and decides to ask you how it happened.

The Friend with Red Eyes

vampire!Beomgyu x reader

Your obsession with vampires was the leading cause of your eccentric personality. It was at the top of your bucket list to actually meet a vampire, but when you supposedly did meet one…you didn’t believe it. At all. It’s not your fault, really. How could anyone in their right mind believe that their best friend for life was a vampire?

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Anti-Vamp

vampire!Taehyun x reader

Having deep empathy for others was not something that was found in your average vampire, especially not one for Kang Taehyun. Yet that didn’t stop him from saving you from getting ravaged by rouge vamps. It also didn’t stop him from letting you stay in his home until you got better. Neither did it stop him from being one call away whenever you needed help. But that was only because he was saving you for a midnight snack whenever he got hungry. Or at least that’s what he told himself.

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Slithering into your Heart

vampire!Kai x reader

You adored your pet snake in every way, and everytime you came home from work, you’d give him all the love you could. But who knew that once night, you’d have to see your snake transform into something else for the first time? It’s not as simple as him shedding his skin, though…more like him suddenly shapeshifting into a tall man that you have never seen in your life.

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[dollmoth-productions]

Yan encanto family with villain (cuz why not? Or normal if dont write villain reader) reader whos a power like naagin (a person who can shape shifting into a snake)

I could not find any good GIF so I hope this is good

TW OBSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STALKING POSSESSIVE BEHAVIOR STOCKHOLM SYNDROME MANIPULATION ABUSIVE BEHAVIOR

The darling is more mischievous than evil

💙 Isabella is very showy for you she especially loves it whenever you do turn into a snake she purposely likes to put you in the sun on one of her many plants so you will heat up she thinks it's absolutely adorable when you are completely healed up you normally try to leave her room and she usually just try to stop you by putting a Vine around your leg sometimes even with thorns

💙 Maribel does get tired of your shenanigans because of your constant pranks or lack thereof which means you're planning but she truly does love you even though sometimes it becomes too much when her jealousy does show

💙Julieta and agustín are more of the sickly sweet pipeline she will make you food and maybe when you're even in your steak from catching mice for you even though you don't really eat sometimes the food is even poison so you are too sick to take care of yourself. Agustín is accident-prone as you see but that doesn't change the fact that he cares about you he's a lot like his wife in some ways maybe less obsessive so he commonly just plays the piano for you even if you're crying after a punishment or chained up by Casita

💙Luisa very strong but very dangerous it's coming for you even if you try to leave the 

Casita tries to force you to stay here but if you ever follow the rules and play nice 

she's an absolute sweetheart a darling even but it doesn't help because she's the strongest she's often the one that has to bring you home even if you try to Slither away she holds you down by the neck or where she believes your neck is

❤ Abuela it's probably the most tame but also the most dangerous to make angry she is a lot more less stressful on you than the others but that comes with more helicopter parenting if you ever are close to window she's always three feet away if you ever try to get out of the Casita she's always two inches away she's the most dangerous to make angry because she will make sure you get punished

💛Pepa  and Felix the helicopter parenting was Abuela then they are complete watch dogs always watching you always checking up on you always making sure you're okay and that would be nice but wasn't every 5 minutes it comes to the point where you sometimes even hide but they normally know where you are they think it's absolutely adorable that you can transform into this think even more when he tried to bite them normally that leads to Pepa thundering through even though Felix is more laid-back here does have his limits his limits come whenever you try to escape and he doesn't the Show punishment but he does give you a firm talking to where he threatens to break your legs

💛 Dolores the person who can hear everything is possibly the only chance that you'll ever be to normalcy you were never able to truly Escape her she can hear you slithering away she can hear you whenever you stub your toe and you swear and beneath your breath and you expect the girl who knows everything about everyone to actually help you because they might understand you but nope you have to stay here it's scary.

💛 Camilo the light-hearted jokester you have lost all hope of anyone ever letting you escape which also lead you to be kind of depressed and sad so Camilla was there to always cheer you up which was usually than my mocking the victims that they've usually got done rid of he loves it whenever you turn to snake whenever you're scared because it really depends on your mood what type of breed you are she does miss your shenanigans with him whenever you would prank people with him but it's safer for you to stay here and not do anything too dangerous

💛 Antonio he's the less of your worries he doesn't even understand his feelings on the matter he understands you whenever you turn into a snake so that's good or he even lets you pet his pet Jaguar so you would feel better watch me yet again he doesn't really allow you to escape but you can easily overpower him because of how young he is but you would never hurt him if you were given the chance he's the lesser of two evils

💚 Bruno is definitely more of a danger for you he will start doing his Visions again especially when he's accepted back in the family so he can see if you would ever escape so he can plan it out normally the family gives you to him whenever they have to do their normal chores so it's definitely an uphill battle with you and him his hugs are so crushing and tight that you commonly can't even escape and you even fall asleep in them they're not even comforting anymore they're more dangerous especially after you tried to escape multiple times he hate it whenever you turn into a snake he's scared that you might hurt his rats so he often punishes you so you won't really turn into a snake as much otherwise he's completely calm

[two-gays-in-a-trenchcoat]

Obey Me! Brothers as Hozier songs

songs that would describe your relationship with the seven brothers

because im a gay little nerd

Lucifer: Take Me to Church

you cant tell me you didn’t see this one coming. This song talks about a love that the church disapproves of, that to them is shrouded in sin. It’s deep with an intense rhythm, and filled with yearning.

“The only heaven I’ll be sent to is when I’m alone with you”

“I’ll tell you my sins, and you can sharpen your knife”

“There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin”

Mammon: Jackie and Wilson

god I love this song. The POV is from someone who had a one-night stand and promptly fell in love with them, going as far as to plan out their entire future together. Mammon falls for you hard and fast, and he’s definitely picked out names for your future children.

“She’s gonna save me, call me baby, run her hands through my hair”

“With my mid-youth crisis all said and done, I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young”

“Happy to lie back and watch it burn and rust; we tried the world, good God, it wasn’t for us”

Leviathan: Like Real People Do

a cute little love song for the cute little snake boy!!! But seriously, it’s canon that Levi feels like less than a person, isolated and locked away. And yet, here you come; finding him hiding in his room and loving him for who he is.

“I will not ask you why you were creeping. In some sad way, I already know.”

“I will not ask you where you came from, I will not ask and neither should you”

“Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips, we should just kiss like real people do”

Satan: Shrike

Y’all know I had to pick the most romantic song for the most romantic boy. This song starts off by saying he couldn’t tell you he loved you earlier, but is ready to do so now. It also has a lot of lines about him giving his entire being to you, as you’ve made him a better person.

“I couldn’t utter my love when it counted. Ah, but I’m singin’ like a bird about it now”

“I had no idea on what ground I was founded...then when I met you, my virtues uncounted, all of that goodness is gone with you now”

“I was houses by your warmth, thus transformed”

Asmodeus: Would That I

This song is about leaving your past lovers/heartbreaks behind and focusing on your current love. I think that fits perfect for Asmo and you; he’s never really been in love before, but he’s not afraid of being tied down to you. He’s ready to leave his escapades in the past and give himself wholly to you.

“With the war of the fire, my heart moves to its feet....feel it soft and pure as snow, fell in love with the fire long ago”

“I was fixed on your hand of gold, lay in waste of of my lovin’ long ago”

“Oh, you’re good to me, baby”

Beelzebub: Work Song

This song is so wholesome, so domestic, so genuine, so Beelzebub. It’s all about love and adoration, how he doesn’t need anything but his lover, how he’s devoted to them forever. Also the line “I’m so full of love, I could barely eat” is literally JUST HIM.

“My baby’s sweet as can be; she gives me toothaches just from kissin’ me”

“I swear I thought I dreamed her; she never asked me once about the wrong I did”

“When I was kissing on my baby...heaven and hell were words to me”

Belphegor: From Eden

God. This man. This song. This was made for Belphegor; it’s about atonement and forgiveness from sin, about being in awe of the one you love... you should look this up just to read the lyrics, I’m resisting the urge to copy & paste all of it down and go line-by-line explaining how this song is HIM.

“There’s something lonesome about you, something so wholesome about you. Get closer to me”

“Innocence died screaming. Honey, ask me, I should know.” dont @ me for this line it’s TRUE

“I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door”

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might fuck around and do a lumineers + twst version

[intheticklecloset]

My Hero Academia Coffee Shots #131-140

A collection of the MHA sentence starters I’ve done, compiled for the sake of ease. These are all stand-alone stories.

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131) Lee Todoroki, Ler Koda

“Ahahahahahahaha please! Koda, plehehehehehehease!” Todoroki laughed, squirming and bucking as freely as he liked but still unable to get away from the strong, ticklish sensations shooting through his body. He kicked his legs in the air. “Tehehehehehell them to stohohohohohohop!”

Koda held Todoroki’s arms above his head, silent as ever, smiling at his friend as he giggled uncontrollably, twisting and writhing, helpless against his snake companions who kept coiling around his waist and torso, flicking out their tongues to tickle him even more.

“Kodahahahahahahaha!” Todoroki squealed, head thrown back in panicked glee when he got nothing but silence for all of his pleading. “Ahahahahahahaha! Enough alreadyehehehehehehe!”

“D-Do you really want them to stop, Todoroki?” Koda asked, a tad nervous. He’d been too shy to tickle his friend directly, but with his animal buddies helping him out, he felt much more confident and was rather enjoying watching the normally stoic boy – who had only moments before been sulking quietly – laugh himself silly from the lightest stimulus.

Todoroki’s entire face burned red to match his scar. “Plehehehehehease, it tihihihihihihickles so muhuhuhuhuhuhuch!”

“Do you want them to stop?” Koda asked again.

The icy-hot hero whined, shaking his head. “Plehehehehehease!”

“I’ll take that as a no, then.” The animal-loving boy whispered to his snake friends to keep up the good work, promising them snacks if they were willing to keep it up. Encouraged, the snakes moved even quicker, slithering up and down Todoroki’s torso, making him shriek with renewed giggles. “Just tell me when you’ve really had enough, okay?”

Todoroki whined again, digging his heels into the ground, arching his back – but the snakes kept tickling. He laughed until he was nearly out of breath, loving every minute and incredibly grateful to his friend for finding a way to help him even in his shyness.

*

132) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“It’s like you want me to tickle you,” Deku muttered under his breath, settling back into his seat on the couch, nose buried in a manga.

Shinsou froze, staring at him, heart racing wildly. He waited a few moments.

Deku noticed the awkward silence and glanced back up at him, eyes widening when he saw how blushy and flustered his boyfriend had become. He raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Wait…do you want me to tickle you?”

“W-What? No, of course not, that would be crazy!” Shinsou laughed awkwardly, reaching up to rub his neck – something Deku knew he did when he was nervous. “Who actually likes being tickled? That’s weird, right?”

Deku blinked. “Uh…no? Are you saying I’m weird if I like it?”

Shinsou stared at him. “You like it, too?”

“Hah! Gotcha!” Deku cried, tossing his manga aside and tackling Shinsou to the couch, fingers wiggling into his sides. “I like it sometimes, yeah, but mostly I just wanted you to know that it’s not weird. I think it’s cute!”

“Ehehehehehehehe! Wahahahahahait!” Shinsou giggled, though his happiness was evident even through his weak protests. “Midoriyahahahahahaha!”

“Yes~?” Deku teased, tickling quickly and randomly across his usually quiet boyfriend���s torso, drawing out the sweetest giggles and most adorable squirming. “If you wanted tickles, all you had to do was ask, silly.”

“I cahahahahan’t just ahahahahask! It’s too embahahahaharrasing!” Shinsou whined, covering his face with his hands as he squealed. “Bahahahahahahabe!”

Deku could have melted right then and there. He gently drew Shinsou’s hands away and pinned them above his head, wiggling his free fingers into his underarms. “Don’t hide from me, Hitoshi. You’re adorable like this. I want to see your face.”

Shinsou whined again and twisted his head to the side, giggling into his shoulder. “Meheheheheheanie.”

“Meanie? Me? Oh, that does it!” Deku laughed, kissing him briefly before going all-out tickle monster on his poor boyfriend, making him screech with hysterical laughter. “You must want me to tickle you with an attitude like that!”

*

133) Lee Deku, Ler All Might

“Well now, what do we have here?” All Might grinned as he approached a cowering, already giggling Deku, fingers raised and wiggling. “It looks like a villain managed to escape my grasp. You’ll not get away from me again, evildoer.”

Deku squeaked and backed himself into a corner, sliding down to the ground as he covered his face and giggled into his hands. “Wait! I’m not a villain! All Might—”

“Protests will get you nowhere!” the pro hero announced grandly, grabbing Deku by his ankles and dragging him out of the corner to the middle of the room, where there was nothing to hide behind or grab onto for protection. “You’ll face your punishment as all villains do!”

“Nohohohoho! All Mihihihihihihight!” Deku squealed, bursting into laughter when his mentor gently pinned his legs to the ground and began tickling his ribs and sides playfully. “Ehehehehehehe! Wahahahahahahahait!”

“I wait for no villain!” All Might laughed with him, tickling softly but persistently. “I won’t stop until you agree to surrender peacefully!”

“Ehehehehahahahahahaha! Nahahahahahahahaha! But I’m nohohohohohot a vihihihihihillain �� ah, no! NOHOHOHOHOHO!! NOT THEHEHEHEHEHEHERE!! PLEASE!!” Deku tossed his head back and shrieked with laughter when All Might found his hips. “STAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!!”

“Aha! I’ve found your weak spot!” The pro hero continued his play with enthusiasm, smiling down at his student as he laughed loudly and flailed his arms, pleas spilling past his lips in a flurry of incoherency. “Submit, evildoer! You cannot win this fight against the Symbol of Peace!”

Deku shrieked and squealed, laughing frantically and elatedly at the silliness of their playing around. He loved being able to bond with his role model this way, but he was deathly ticklish on his hips and soon surrendered entirely, unable to take any more.

“OKAHAHAHAHAY I SUBMIT!! YOU WIHIHIHIHIHIHIN!! PLEASE STOP, ALL MIHIHIHIHIHIHIGHT!!”

As promised, All Might released him, ruffling his hair affectionately as he helped him sit up. “Valiant effort, young Midoriya. We’ll have to work on that endurance, though. Can’t have you giving in to the demands of your enemies so quickly, can we?”

Deku giggled all over again, hiding his blushing face in his hands. He’d have to work on his endurance? This was going to be a long training session…

*

134) Lee Kirishima, Ler Bakugou

“You idiot,” Bakugou muttered, chuckling despite himself. He smiled affectionately down at Kirishima, who had plopped himself down onto his boyfriend’s lap, arms stretched above his head, eyes sad and pleading. The blonde stroked his spiky red hair. “Just this once, I won’t make you say it out loud since you’ve had a rough day. But I still need you to nod, all right? Do you want tickles?”

Kiri nodded.

“Okay, baby.” Bakugou smirked, slipped his fingers under Kiri’s shirt, and gently scratched his nails along his partner’s ribs and belly. “Do you want soft tickles? Like this?”

Kirishima instantly smiled wide, visibly relaxed and happy at the teasing touches. He whined a little but made no other protest.

“Or…harsher ones?” Bakugou suddenly dug into his sides. “Like this?”

“Ehehehehehehe!” Kirishima squealed, clenching his fists above his head, squirming but not enough to really get away. “Hahahahahahard tihihihihihickles!”

“You got it.” The blonde drilled into his ribs and belly and tickled up into his underarms, making Kiri shriek and laugh elatedly in response. Bakugou smiled, willing to keep it up for as long as his boyfriend wanted. He’d had such an awful day; if tickling was what could help him cheer up, the blonde was more than happy to help. “Quit squirming! You’re making it harder for me to tickle you to death.”

Kirishima tossed his head back and laughed in his throat, legs kicking weakly as he finally brought his arms down and started fighting back. “Stohohohohohohop! Plehehehehehease! I’ve had enohohohohough!”

Bakugou slowed to a gentle stop, brushing Kiri’s hair out of his beaming face. “Feel better, baby?”

“Yeah.” Kirishima took his hand and placed a soft kiss against his palm. “Thank you.”

Bakugou melted at the loving gesture. He leaned down to kiss him properly. “Of course, Ei.”

*

135) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“You’re so in for it now!”

“No! Don’t touch me!” Bakugou yelped, scrambling up off the couch and taking off at a sprint down the hall toward his dorm room.

Kirishima laughed and chased after him. “Come on, Bakugou! Accept your ticklish fate!”

“Never!” the blonde crashed into his door as he attempted to open it frantically, barely managing to get inside, close it again, and lock it before Kirishima could catch up to him. He gasped for breath, heart still racing frantically at the teasing pounding and tapping on the other side of the barrier.

“Katsuki~” Kiri sang playfully. “You know I’m going to get you eventually~”

“No way!”

“You can’t hide forever~”

“Yes, I can!”

Kiri chuckled. “The longer you make me wait, the longer I’m going to tickle you when I catch you.”

Bakugou shuddered. He knew his friend wasn’t kidding about that much at least, and the thought made him both nervous to ever open that door and desperate to just get it over with. Ultimately, he decided to go with the latter.

Hand shaking as he reached for the lock, he asked, “Promise you won’t go too far?”

Kiri sounded hurt. “Of course not. I’d never go past your boundaries, bro.”

Bakugou took a deep breath, let it out in a nervous sigh, unlocked the door, and bolted for his bed.

Kiri entered the room lazily, smirking, locking the door behind him again before approaching the bed with wiggling fingers. “I’m gonna getcha~”

“Stop teasing me and get on with it,” Bakugou snapped. Then he shrieked when Kiri lunged for him and went straight for his ribs, pulling loud laughter from somewhere deep within him – as well as kicking and cursing and threats to kill him later.

Kirishima grinned and soaked it all in, loving every moment. Bakugou really was the cutest when he was being tickled.

*

136) Lee Todoroki, Ler Bakugou

“Stop kicking me,” Bakugou growled, reaching blindly behind him to smack Todoroki. “M’trying to sleep.”

“I’m not kicking you,” Todoroki replied calmly, shifting so he was lying with his back to his boyfriend, attempting to get more comfortable. “I’m just rolling over.”

“Your feet are cold.”

“Only one of them. I’ll move it.” Todoroki pulled his right foot away from the blonde’s legs beneath the covers. “There. Is that better?”

“Mmm.”

For a little while, everything was quiet. Todoroki was just beginning to drift off when he suddenly felt Bakugou’s chest against his back, an arm slinging around to pull his waist closer. “C’mere. I want to cuddle.”

“Really?” Todoroki couldn’t keep the hopeful surprise out of his voice. Bakugou nuzzled the space between his shoulder blades, making his insides explode with warmth. He beamed. “That…that makes me happy. Thank you.”

“Stop being so sentimental,” Bakugou muttered, pinching his side. “You’re just warm, that’s all.”

Todoroki giggled, squirming a little. “O-Okay.”

“And quit moving already. Settle down and go to sleep.” Bakugou pinched his side again, pulling another chuckle from him.

Todoroki grabbed Bakugou’s hand in an attempt to both pull it away from his ticklish side and hold it at the same time, but as soon as he exposed his underarm the blonde’s hand shot up into it, making him choke on a startled laugh. “Ah-aha! Katsuki, don’t—!”

“You’re warm up here,” Bakugou murmured, a smile evident in his voice as he continued to wiggle his fingers. “Let me have this.”

“But thahahat’s my right sihihihide!”

“Shut up. I know what I’m talking about. Quit squirming, Shoto. Jeez.”

Todoroki whined into his pillow and giggled helplessly, trying desperately to keep his voice down and hold still, though it was increasingly difficult the more his evil boyfriend continued to purposely tickle him…

*

137) Lee Bakugou, Ler Kirishima

“Ow! Son of a—!”

Bakugou whipped his head around to where Kirishima was hunched over, clutching his elbow in obvious pain. He’d been trying to ignore the redhead’s incessant clattering for the last ten minutes, but at his outburst, the blonde immediately sprang into action.

“What did you do?” he asked, pulling out his earbuds, setting his phone on the desk in front of him, and going over to his friend to inspect the damage.

Kirishima finally let go of his arm and stretched it out carefully, testing its mobility as he said, “I’m fine, I’m fine. Just banged it a little. It’s cool.”

“Let me take a look at it.”

Kiri’s left elbow was red and the beginnings of a bruise were already visible. Bakugou glanced down at the pile of textbooks on the floor, then up at the shelf they’d previously been sitting on, and answered his own question. A tiny smirk began to tug at his lips.

“What?” Kirishima demanded, but he was beginning to smile as well.

“You’re an idiot.”

“I know, I know.” The redhead poked his ribs playfully. “But you like hanging out with me anyway.”

Bakugou clamped his lips shut and released him like he’d been burned, taking a step back. “Back off, spiky hair.”

“Come on~” Kiri ignored the pain in his elbow as he lunged forward, grabbing his friend’s ribs and digging in determinedly.

“Hrk! S-Stop, you jerk—!” Bakugou protested, trying to wriggle free, but with Kiri easily keeping up like he was, all he managed to do was lose his footing and tumble to the ground, and it was all over from there.

Kirishima plopped onto his hips, pulled his arm above his head, and dug into the unprotected armpit mercilessly.

“GAH!! NO, STAHAHAHAHAHAP!!” Bakugou roared, his laughter coming out in loud, explosive bursts that were so befitting of him Kirishima couldn’t help but laugh, too.

“Tickle, tickle! You know you like me. Just admit it!”

“JEHEHEHEHERK!! I’LL KILL YOU!!”

Kirishima gave him a wicked smile and found the spot between his underarm and ribs.

“GOD STOP NO STAHAHAHAHAHAHAP!! KIRISHIMAHAHAHAHA!!” Bakugou screeched, his free arm flailing and swatting at anything he could reach, which – unfortunately for Kiri – happened to be the same arm he’d just injured.

“Ow! Okay, all right, no need to attack me!” Kiri laughed, finally climbing off of him. “I’ll get you to admit it one day, though, Baku-bro.”

Bakugou knew he was bright red from both laughing so hard and embarrassment, but he tried his best to shrug it off. He shoved Kiri lightly and got back to his feet. “I hate you.”

Kirishima grinned. “Sure, man. Whatever you say.”

*

138) Lee Shinsou, Ler Deku

“Well, this is quite the discovery.”

Deku grinned at Shinsou, who was currently backing up one slow step at a time, a nervous smile on his face. “N-Now, don’t get any ideas, Izuku.”

“Ideas? Me?” Deku raised his hands and wiggled his fingers teasingly. “I’ve got about a billion I want to try out right now.”

Shinsou felt his back hit the wall and his heartrate kicked into overdrive. “Wait—”

“I am waiting. You’re the one who’s not making a break for it right now, Hitoshi~”

“I’m n-not…” Shinsou’s words faded as Deku closed the distance between them, their chests a breath away from touching, wiggling fingers hovering teasingly over his sides. Shinsou swallowed. Deku smiled up at him with a daring – yet still gentle – smirk and a shine to his eyes that made the violet-haired boy weak in the knees.

Deku seemed to know he was having an effect despite not doing much of anything. “Not what?”

“N-Not…afraid of you,” Shinsou whispered.

“Oh, that’s good.” The greenette finally made contact, scribbling as lightly as possible while still drawing out a huge smile from the taller student. “The last thing I want is for you to be afraid of me.”

“I-Izuku,” Shinsou huffed out a tiny giggle, squirming in place. “D-Don’t…”

“You had all kinds of time to run or protest or fight or tickle me first, yet instead you chose to back yourself into a corner and let me have my fun. Why is that, I wonder? Could it be that you wanted me to tickle you?”

Shinsou’s hands flew up to his face, trying to hide. Deku dug in deeper, forcing his hands right back down as well as drawing out a startled, squeaky laugh. As soon as he could see his partner clearly again, Deku went back to lighter, teasing tickles. He grinned hugely and stood on his tiptoes to kiss him.

“That’s it. Let me see your beautiful smile, Toshi~”

*

139) Lee Deku, Ler Bakugou

Bakugou couldn’t help that his grin was turning evil. He really, really couldn’t. Not when Deku was acting so adorably. “What’s the matter, nerd? What are you so afraid of?”

“N-Nothing!” Deku squeaked, though the way his eyes went wide in panicked excitement told another story.

The blonde straddled his lap, draping his arms over the back of the couch to lean down right into his face. “Yeah? I think you’re lying.”

“Nope! Not me! Not lying at all, just…ah…” Deku’s words trailed off as Bakugou pressed their foreheads together gently. “Just…r-really…flustered…”

Bakugou tilted his head to the side and closed the distance between them, kissing the greenette more tenderly than he ever had in his life, running his fingers through his hair, wanting to absorb every part of him.

Deku hummed in contentment, and his hands began to move. First up the blonde’s chest, then over his shoulders, and finally around his neck, brushing his fingers along his earlobes teasingly.

“Hey,” Bakugou breathed, pulling back to give him another wicked smirk. “Play nice.”

“Why? You never do.”

“I guess you’re right.”

Deku squeaked again, but this time it was because his boyfriend was trailing his fingers up his sides. The touch was so light and so tickly the smaller boy couldn’t stand it. “K-Kacchan, that tickles,” he whined, though it was clear from his huge smile that he was loving the attention.

“Oh, no, baby,” Bakugou replied in a low growl. “I’ll show you what tickles.”

Fingers slipped beneath the waistband of his shorts, and Deku threw his head back and screamed bloody murder before laugh after laugh after laugh poured from his lips. He squirmed against the cushions and shoved at the blonde’s chest, his face turning redder with every embarrassingly helpless moment that went by, and then Bakugou was kissing him again, moving from lips to cheek to jaw to neck and beyond.

“KACCHAHAHAHAHAHAHAN!! NOOOOOOOO!!”

Bakugou grinned against his boyfriend’s skin. “Oh, yes. You know I love your laugh, Izuku.”

*

140) Lee Iida, Ler Deku

“Midoriya, give that paper back to me this instant or I swear I’ll never speak to you again!” Iida snapped, trying to snatch his notebook back from the smaller boy but failing spectacularly despite his height and speed advantage.

Deku frowned at him, a little hurt but understanding his friend was speaking from a place of exhausted frustration. “You need to take a break, Iida. You’ve been working on this for five hours. You didn’t even eat dinner.”

“I’ll eat later,” Iida replied, but at that moment – as if sensing they were discussing the possibility of food – his stomach let out a loud growl. They both went quiet for a minute. “I’m fine. I’ll eat when I’m done with this.”

“No,” Deku replied firmly, surprising the class rep. “You know you’d be doing the same thing to me if our positions were swapped. Take a break. Just an hour. Eat something, drink some water, and you can come back to it later.”

“I can’t stop—”

“Iida, we’re worried about you.”

That gave the bespectacled man pause. “You are?”

“Yes!” Deku leapt on the hesitation, plowing forward before Iida could slip back into his stubborn mindset. “You haven’t been sleeping well all week, you’ve been kind of snappy, and today after class you came right up here to start working on this paper that isn’t even due until two weeks from now. And you skipped dinner. This isn’t like you, Iida. We’re worried.”

Iida blinked, absorbing the information. It was true he liked to be as on top of things as possible, but he hadn’t necessarily intended to get the entire paper written the same day it was assigned. Plus, if he was being rude and worrying his friends…

“I’m…I’m sorry, Midoriya,” he said at last, taking his glasses off to rub a hand over his eyes. He hadn’t realized how strained they were until now when moisture sprang to them without his consent, making it look as though he were about to cry even though he was more angry at himself than upset. “You’re right. I need to stop for today. I’ll come downstairs and eat with you right now, I promise.”

Deku set the paper on Iida’s desk, knowing he’d won the battle, and hugged him gently. “Don’t worry. We know you’re stressed. We’re not mad.”

Iida started to hug him back, but jumped when he felt fingers digging into his sides. “Ah! H-Hey! Whahat are you – don’t dohoho that!”

Deku grinned up at him, still hugging, tickling him lightly. “Relax. Turn that frown upside down, or you’ll only make us worry more.”

“Okay, okahahahay! I – I’m smihihiling! Midoriya!” Iida giggled despite himself, squirming in his smaller friend’s hold. It felt so good to laugh for the first time in days. “Gahaha! Izukhuhuhuhu!”

Giggling as well, Deku released him and took his arm, dragging him to the door. “Come on, Iida. Food, water, rest. That’s what you need. Let’s go.”

Iida couldn’t help but smile at the way Deku was taking charge in his stead, looking out for him when he wouldn’t look out for himself. “Thank you, Midoriya.”

[forcebewitht]

You Must Really Be A Diamond...Because You're Still Shining For Me  (Aftermath Overblot!Jamil Viper X Reader) 

It had now been about an hour or two. Since Jamil fiercely kissed you. Since Jamil went on a rampage with the students as he Overblotted. Since your friends were swatted away like mere flies into the depths of the Scarabia Dorm. But, even still, Jamil kept you by his side and treated you like his little queen. And you, hoping that your friends would come and eventually bail you both out, simply played along. Jamil gave out orders to the Scarabia residents here and there, soon followed up by a sweet remark or brief quip to you. "Bring out the food and drinks! Today, we celebrate the day that simpleton of a sultan was overpowered and made way for someone more capable! Ahhh...I feel so refreshed...I've got an endless supply of magic…[Y/n], darling, won't you be a sweet little thing and tell those peons what you want? It also would make your Sultan very happy to hear your adoring words of praise once more~'' One of the Scarabia residents hung their head low, now groaning out a reply to the prior command like a zombie. Soon, the entire group was groaning out their praises, to which Jamil released a chuckle of triumph. "Hahaha...that's right. Tell me more about myself." Your nerves were shot, but nothing made you jump more than hearing some familiar voices pitch in. "You are incredibly handsome…"  That voice belonged to Azul, who very swiftly yet soundlessly seemed to be slinking through the crowd towards you. Once he caught your gaze, he sent you a wink that seemed to relieve your prior stress. Grim was next, gently stepping around the crowds of Jamil's brainwashed Scarabia residents. "Tall...and dark…"  Grim almost had a start when he looked at your current appearance, but given a slight head nod from you, he kept his mouth shut and kept going. Next was Jade, who was following closely behind Azul. "Your eyes are so angular...so intelligent…" Next was both Floyd and Kalim, who both flashed you bright smiles to ease your prior anxiety even more. "You're so fashionable~" "You look super strong, you know!" Nodding along with your friends, you gently pet Jamil under his chin. "I'm spellbound." Jamil's lips curled into a grin at you, allowing his head to turn. "Mmmmm...what a wonderful compliment…" Then, the other voices seemed to hit him all at once. His head snapped back over, his eyes widening in shock. "Geh- you're all-" 

Jamil seemed utterly shocked to his core as he slowly stood up, having a snake curl around your waist and gently place you on the ground beside his throne. "I sent you all flying into the middle of the desert! How did you get back here so quickly?!" You were silent and quick to slink back over to your friends as they began to explain..well, more like boasting- how they used Kalim's Unique Magic to fill up a river, along with Jade and Floyd's eel forms, to swiftly swim back over. Upon seeing you standing back with your team, Jamil's gaze softened for a moment, as though he was truly hurt. Then, it hardened all over again as he released a growl. Kalim soon stepped up with a determined look, everyone else getting into their battle poses under your direction. "I challenge you, Jamil...for the seat of Dormhead you stole from me. I plan to take it back." Jamil folded his arms, his prior, cold gaze growing even harsher at Kalim's claim. "I stole it? Hmph...big talk! Even though you're the one who stole everything from ME!" You blinked a few times in shock, allowing your head to tilt. There it was again...that same, faint sparkle near Jamil's heart as you had seen with Riddle, Leona, and Azul's hearts before. Like it was calling out to you for help. A sudden burst of power caught your attention, your gaze flicking back up to Jamil's. "Let me show all of you a taste of my true power! AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!" 

And with that, Jamil charged, already heading straight for Kalim. You were swift enough to dodge out of the way as Grim launched a fireball right at Jamil. It shot him right in the chest, the male releasing a grunt at the impact. His snakes flared and all hissed at Grim at the same time. With a swirl of his hand, one of them came off and began to swiftly slither towards Grim. It began to bite at the air, hoping to grasp the monster in its fangs. Grim began to run around in a circle, shouting something about not being a fan of the little pest in terror. Jade and Floyd both stood back to back, the two of them now launching their own attacks at Jamil. Jamil took the one from Jade but swatted the one from Floyd right back at him. The Tweel went flying into a nearby pile of carpets, to which Jade looked back to his twin to check on him. Once he was certain he was alright, given a thumbs up from beneath the carpets from Floyd, Jade continued his prior assault. Right after said attack, Kalim charged for Jamil, the two men now quite literally wrestling on the ground. Snakes began to nip and bite at Kalim, but the red-eyed boy held his ground. Using his Unique Magic, he began to pelt the snakes with water, making them hiss out in pain. Azul was swift to dart over to Grim, taking the head of the snake that was chasing him and crushing it under the bottom of his cane. Grim then turned, and with a battle cry, set the snake on fire. The snake soon dissolved into nothing more than pure ashes, to which Grim and Azul quickly high-fived and shared a smile for their efforts. Jamil soon kicked Kalim off of him entirely, now sending him flying right into the pile of carpets where Floyd had just been crawling out. The two boys collided with each other, now both Floyd and Kalim being within the pile at the same time. A snake curled around Jade's throat, now promptly choking the Tweel out. He began to choke, raising his arms and attempting to pull the snake off of him. You and Azul charged at the same time, Azul swiftly unlodging the snake from Jade's throat with his cane, and you smacked it down onto the ground with a nearby vase you had picked up. Shards of the antique flew everywhere as the snake hissed in pain. Grim charged over once more, setting this snake ablaze like he had with the one before. Once it was nothing more than ashes, Azul held onto Jade with an arm while you fished Kalim and Floyd out of their pile. Soon, your group turned their gazes onto Jamil, and they all began to fire multiple spells at once. Despite his overpowered state, Jamil was vulnerable due to his hysterics, like the others had been before. It didn't take long for Jamil to crouch onto a knee, those sparkles from before now seeming to trickle from within his very heart. 

His voice was weak and pained now. "Number...one….I thought...I could finally be free…." Now grasping the light, you arose and dashed to Jamil's side. His eyes weakly flickered up to meet your own. You gently held out your hand with a warm smile. Silence passed over the dorm. While Jamil seemed reluctant at first, he eventually took your hand in his own with a tear in his eye. You took hold of his other hand, now swiftly pulling him to his feet and ripping him towards you in a hug. Though he was taken aback, the male soon hugged you back, tears gently beginning to cascade down his face. Your vision began to turn white as a light was cast over both you and Jamil, making your group cover their eyes. You knew what time it was. Soon, you could see the foggy images and memories begin to play out of Jamil's past, his voice strong and clear despite you feeling like you were underwater. You could hear both his voice as a child's and Kalim's along with him, your form soon being swiftly pulled through the various scenes Jamil's inner self played out. "The earliest memory I have is of my parents bowing their heads in submission to Kalim's parents...I loathed seeing them like that." You turned your head as another memory popped up, one of Jamil's parents telling him to keep a losing streak up to Kalim. Your heart wretched at the sight. Shouldn't parents only wish the best for their children? "Kalim's family is way above my own...which means...he is above me. Therefore, whether it's grades, athletics, or games...I can never allow Kalim to surpass me." The coldness and pain in Jamil's voice as he spoke was undeniable. Your gaze softened even further than it had before, for you could see Jamil's hooded form standing directly beside you now as he kept on speaking. "To keep pace with Kalim, I pretend to be incapable of anything." Another memory of Kalim and Jamil began to play out as the figure of Jamil beside you seemed to stiffen. "...You haven't beaten me. I've been letting you win all along. With that airhead look….pay attention, Mr. Oblivious!" Another memory began to play out, but this time, it was of both Crowley and Kalim speaking. Crowley mentioned something about...a transfer? You soon felt your opinions on Crowley begin to shift. Was he really so easily bought? "Adults always say the same thing. "I'm sure you understand". But, who is going to try and understand me?" Jamil's hooded head soon turned to face you, his body turning to follow suit. He looked exhausted and pained. Kalim's voice soon came through the memory once more. "We have to work together, Jamil! Okay! Ahaha!" Jamil's body and voice began to shake as his eyes were filled with utter rage at the mere sound of Kalim's voice came through. "...E-enough…" Kalim's voice soon came through once more, his voice even brighter than before. "Jamil is the only one who'd never betray me!" Jamil began to shake even more, now beginning to curl in on himself in rage despite standing up. "THAT'S ENOUGH! Kalim, as long as you're there….I-i…I'll have to live my life handing everything over to you! I-i….even I want to be...number...one…" Your lips soon curled into an inviting smile. You turned to face Jamil as the last memory faded out. Taking both of his hands in yours, you beam up at the boy. His gaze soon flickered over to meet yours, silent tears running down his cheeks. But soon, his legs crumbled and he fell to his knees. You caught him and held the male close, allowing him to silently sob in your arms. Your vision soon began to fade to black…..

"Jamil….JAMIL!"  Kalim's voice was the first thing you heard as you began to reawaken. Your eyes fluttered open and you turned your head to the side. You and Jamil had both passed out side by side, still holding each other's hands. Soon, you begin to sit up as Jamil did the same. "Ugghhh….my head...where am…" Jamil slowly turned his head to you, then to everyone else. They were all crowded around the two of you. Everyone began to give their relieved statements, Jade and Floyd being the pair to help you stand completely. You hung back as Jamil and Kalim began to teasingly reconcile. Azul even began to praise Jamil on his tactics and intelligence and offered for the male to join Octavinelle, which Jamil declined with a wild smirk. Soon, you made your way over to a nearby fountain and sat down, letting your finger gently trace circles in the water below. The sound of footsteps caught your attention, to which your head turned. It was Jamil, who was now pulling his hood off. His gaze met yours and softened, the male's head now slanting at the sight of your figure. "[Y/n]. If it's not too much for me to ask….may I…" Soon gathering what he meant, you slid over for Jamil to take a seat. Jamil exhaled in relief, now taking his place beside you. His gaze soon trailed back over to the water as he seemed to carefully mull over his words. Thankfully, you were the one to begin to speak first. "If this is about the whole Overblot thing and the...lovely outfit change? Don't worry about it. I was fine." Jamil glanced over, already chuckling at your rather blunt statement. "Ah...you are rather bright. Although, I truly must...apologize for before. And...I know what you saw. What you heard. What you felt. We were both right there, after all. I….did not mean to lose my composure. You may hate me for that, little diamond...I will take it in stride." Jamil placed both of his hands onto his head, allowing his eyes to screw shut. You could have sworn you saw a few tears pricking his eyes. Glancing over to a blossoming vine nearby, you gently pluck a bright jasmine flower from the vine. Turning to Jamil, you learn over, now tucking this jasmine flower into his hair. Jamil's eyes flicker open in shock, his expression now a bit more loving than before. "....What...after all I did...you still…" He seemed to be at a loss for words. You smiled once the flower was in place, now taking both of his hands in your own once again. "Don't you worry, Jamil. I'm here for you. Now and always. Though I can't do anything about your struggles in the past, I can help you push through to the future. I've got your back." Jamil's eyes filled with tears once more, one breaking free from the rest and trickling down his face. He wipes it away with a hand, releasing a breathless chuckle at you. Then, he begins to smirk, now taking another jasmine flower nearby and placing it into your hair. "...Just know I won't go easy on you, either. I'm through with that." Jamil sent you a wink and you allowed your head to slightly tilt back in a laugh. "Ohhh, I didn't think so. I don't think I'd have it any other way. Just, promise me something? Don't turn into Medusa again, okay? Snakes are slimy." Jamil began to laugh right along with you at your quip, the two of you enjoying each other's company for the time being. Once your laughter had died down, you both met each other's gazes. Without a second thought, the two of you seemed to drift towards each other, a sweeter kiss than the one from before being shared. Jamil hummed into your lips as he gently cupped your face with his hands, a breeze being swept over your two forms. 

As you both separated, Jamil's gaze had softened once more. "You must truly be a diamond, [Y/n]...because you're still shining for me."

((Hey Hey Hey, everyone! Its finally here! I had a complete and total ball writing this one! The pain yet eventual happiness is real here! Next up will be Aftermath Overblot!Azul Ashengrotto x Reader! Hope you all enjoyed and I hope you have a fantastic day~💖🌹

Fanart Link: https://www.zerochan.net/3013185

[edensrose]

Can I ask for a one shot with dark! Arie Hon and reader after they become his “perfect wife” where they’re having morning tea?? Obsessed w/the way you write him svykpijnarhni

phew! glad you like it! I was a little half-minded on how I characterise him but that's reassuring! hope you enjoy this 💕

ৎ୭ — summary : dark!arie hon having tea with the reader who he had made his 'perfect wife', however, their morning soon takes a turn for the worst — a continuation of this headcanon

ৎ୭ — type : oneshot

ৎ୭ — genre : dark

ৎ୭ — warnings : dark themes // forced marriage // manipulation // abuse // some choking

ৎ୭ — word count : 972

Not a word leaves your lips as you sit across from your husband. What a rare occurrence this is - to spend the morning with Arie Hon. What, with his busy schedule and all it was a miracle that he could even extend teatime for over an hour.

With eyes dull and lifeless, you ensure your spine remains upright. A lady should have flawless posture, as he says. Not a movement, not a twitch - instead, you wait for Hon to bring his cup to his lips and take a sip before you even think of indulging yourself.

“How was your sleep, my love?’’

The words leave his lips so calmly, laced with so much adoration and affection. . . a direct contrast to the ones that dripped with venom and disgust the night prior. You had made the fatal mistake of acting out, which led you to hours of misery and torment. Which is why you now idly sat, watching your every move and refraining from doing anything to set him off. You adorned your neck in the gorgeous silver jewellery set which he had gifted you - in an attempt to not only please him but also hide the marks left upon your skin.

“Wonderfully, my lord.’’ Teeth clamp down on your tongue as you try to keep your voice from faltering in even the slightest. You spoke grace, slow and steadily as he had taught you. “I appreciate you staying beside me last night.’’

Truth be told, you didn’t even expect him to allow you on the bed after the stunt you pulled - or at the very least you anticipated for him to lock you up within one of the cellars. So one can imagine your surprise when instead, Hon pulled you to his bed. Of course, that didn’t mean your sleep was comfortable. With the way his strong arms trapped you against him, nails digging into your arms as he suffocated you. . . perhaps it was a reminder.

A reminder that there was no escape from him.

A smile curls onto Hon’s lips, one that makes your heart slowly sink to your stomach. It wasn’t genuine. You had grown to learn each and every one of his tendencies. That smile? It meant the storm was far from over. It was an act.

“Well, you certainly did not deserve it,’’ he starts, taking another sip of his tea before setting his cup down and rising from his seat. This only caused your muscles to tense further - however, you remain still. Knowing that if you so much as flinched that you would be in more of a mess. So, despite the way your heart hammered against your chest, you remain still. Expression monotone without even a bat of your eye as he circles around your chair.

You felt like a meek little rodent being stalked and preyed upon by a monstrous snake. The White Oar himself.

“After all, you did act like quite the miscreant last night.��’

Tutting, he stops behind your chair. Two cold hands slither their way to your shoulders, fingers curling into fabric. “You disappointed me, my dearest.’’ Within seconds you feel his breath against the shell of your ear, lips brushing against the soft muscle. However, that wasn’t what finally made your heart stop. Instead, it was his following low, sinister whisper;

“And yet. . . you still dare to wear the gift I awarded you.”

The air is knocked out of your lungs as the feel of something cutting into your skin shoots throughout your neck. You gasp, hands scrambling up to grab onto his wrists. Hon had abruptly grabbed onto your silver necklace, tugging it up and tightening it around your throat - enough to make you choke and panic.

“M-My lord - !”

“Silence!”

His once serene voice now boomed throughout the room, like that of a thunderclap. Fear strikes you, prompting you to immediately hold your tongue. The last thing you wanted to do was anger him any further than you already have. You opt for remaining silent, unable to do anything but listen to his ragged breathing as he heaves from the rage that appeared to shake his form.

Soon, it turns into nothing but shaky exhales whilst his lips remain at your ear. “You should be ashamed,’’ a growl rumbles from the depths of his throat. “I provide you with everything you could possibly desire. Riches beyond your wildest dreams. . . yet, you still have the audacity to deny my love?’’

Last night was a mistake. You acted out whilst he showed you affection which in turn caused all of this. The chain tightens around your neck, making it even harder to breathe as it begins to dig further into your skin. A drop of blood rolls down your throat, making you whimper.

“I. . . I-I’m so sorry. . .’’ you hiccup. “I-I’m so sorry my lord, please forgive me.’’

Silence fills the room and for a second you thought you had gotten through to him. Yet, that hope shrivels up the second you hear his breathy chuckle. Hon finally releases the chain as one of his hands snap up, grabbing you beneath the chin in a chokehold.

“I won’t accept that apology.’’

Nails dig into your skin, forcing another whimper from your lips. “You obviously have yet to learn your lesson.” Your head is jerked to the side, forcing you to gaze into those icy, merciless eyes. “Don’t fret,’’ once more, the unsettling smile finds his lips.

“I’ll gladly teach you again.’’ With that, his lips meet yours in a rough and demanding way - as if sealing the promise.

[serpentinesarang]

the rest is a secret

pairing: hyunjin (hwang hyunjin) x fem reader

genre: relationship!au, detailed smut

word count: 1983

content warnings: first-time sex (virginity can be implied if desired), unprotected sex (reader on contraception), mild swearing, lil bit of dom-y hyunjin

summary: it’s been three months with your boyfriend hyunjin, and he’s been patiently waiting to spice things up. when he accidentally encounters post-shower reader, he seizes the opportunity to do so.

a/n: requested by anon. thanks for your patience :)

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I can’t believe he’s taking me somewhere special for dinner tonight! you squeal in your mind, wrapping up a hot shower. You wring out the remaining soap from your loofah before turning off the water and drying off.

You think back to the text from Hyunjin you’d woken up to: Dress up for dinner tonight... the rest is a secret. Have a good day, baby. Sighing with delight, you wrap your hair up and go about your body lotion routine, making sure to use the one Hyunjin had gifted you on your two-month anniversary. Might as well go all out... you think.

Just as you’re reaching for your face products, you hear a sharp knock at the door. It’s the middle of the afternoon, and you’ve got nothing on the agenda besides dinner with Hyunjin, so who the hell is trying to bother you?

With an exasperated huff, you throw on the thin robe hanging off the bathroom door and step into the hallway, but your heart nearly drops to your intestines as you hear the electronic beeping of your front door passcode being punched in. The keypad sings its little opening tune, and you’re too frozen with panic to process the door swinging open and showing none other than your sweet boyfriend.

Oblivious, Hyunjin closes the door behind him like business as usual then glances up and locks eyes with you across the way. His mouth falls ajar, his spine shifts up, and he stops himself from getting closer.

“Y-you gave me the code last week... Remember?” he asks in a soft, almost scared tone. 

You let out the breath you’d been holding this whole time, your hands uncontrollably flying up to fist your hair out of sheer relief. “Yes!” you reply breathlessly. “I just... forgot about it, I guess...”

Smiling, Hyunjin pads over, stopping a few feet before you. “You freaked me out with that look on your face, baby.”

You pause for a moment, still trying to piece together why his presence doesn’t quite feel right. What’s he doing here before dinner? He’d disappeared after that text anyway, so you’d figured he was just gonna spend the day working.

“I’m sorrrry,” you chuckle sheepishly, bouncing a heel against the floor. “I wasn’t expecting to see you for, like, another hour or two.”

Hyunjin takes your hands in his, thumbs stroking your knuckles. “This was part of my plan: surprise you before dinner.”

Oh. Shit. He did explicitly allude to that in his text this morning.

“Well, I’m glad you’re here then,” you reply with a sweet smile.

His eyes do that adorable crescent moon thing as he matches your grin while squeezing your fingers in random patterns. “Dork. You smell good, by the way.” 

Then his eyes flick downward to the white robe you’d haphazardly tied around yourself. This is the first time in your relationship that he’s seeing you wearing something more revealing than work or street clothes or pajamas. And he digs it a lot so far.

Resuming eye contact, Hyunjin asks with puppy-dog eyes, “Did I interrupt anything?”

Missing his well-veiled insinuation, you answer, “Not at all. I just got out of the shower, actually.”

Dropping your hands and instead placing his on your waist, Hyunjin says in a hushed voice, “Do you know how sexy you look right now?”

You gently grasp his forearms, feeling a tingle of excitement course through your nerves. “No... Tell me more.” You stare up at him with growing determination, your intuition screaming that this is a make-or-break moment, and god are you ready. Three months of just making out and dry-humping is torture.

“Nah,” he murmurs before craning his neck to plant a long, deep kiss on your lips. He pulls less than an inch away, his lips literally still atop yours. “You already know.”

At that, you cup his cheeks and mash your lips back together. A pang of desperation flashes within your chest as he molds his torso against yours and wraps his arms around your back, so you part your lips to meet tongues.

You’ve wanted this since the one-month mark because you and Hyunjin just click, and the level of physical magnetism between you has always been unbearably high. He’s truly your best friend, more so than your few girlfriends. You don’t need to think this through because now it feels right.

A few moments have passed. Hyunjin has carried and plopped you dead center on your bed. Looming over on all fours, he bores his eyes into yours with a nearly palpable kind of lust.

“Do you want me to undress?” he asks.

You smile. “I don’t care either way, baby. I’m just thrilled this is happening.”

Hyunjin smirks before tugging off his hoodie (no undershirt, that lazybones) and coming back down to tenderly kiss you. You feel the knot around your waist loosening, but he only moves the robe off your chest. Oh so delicately, he palms the underside of one of your breasts while bracing himself with the other hand.

You whimper when he kisses a sensual, painfully slow trail down your neck, stopping near the top of your other breast to gently suck and kiss. Both hands greedily rolling your breasts now, he slithers back to your lips, being a little more careless this time around.

Feeling your hunger exploding, you undo his jeans and slide a hand in, grasping his throbbing, girthy dick. Hyunjin groans into your mouth and thrusts his hips deeper into your touch, begging you wordlessly. So you oblige by slowly pumping his shaft and snaking your free hand in and around to grab a supple butt-cheek.

“Baby,” he whispers between kisses. “Harder―please.”

Trying not to smirk too much, you grant his request, maybe just a liiiittle too much pressure, but you reason that he’s way too turned on at this point. You even pick up the pace to a steady rhythm, occasionally caressing that butt-cheek.

Still feverishly making out with you, Hyunjin emits a deliciously drawn out moan against your lips, and he switches to tenderly pinching your nipples between his fingertips, which causes you to moan too. Now you can feel the precum gathering on your palm.

“Jinnie,” you pull away, “I’m as ready as you are.” Your eyes dart down to his dark pink tip bobbing in and out of view then back to his flushed face.

“Good,” he breathes out. “’Cause I want you bad.” 

With that, he pulls himself upright, forcing you to stop pumping him, as he scoots down your thighs to move aside the rest of your robe, finally giving him what he wants: your nude, freshly showered body all for him.

You can see his eyes actually glazing over with desire as he shamelessly assesses you, his hands trembling over you as if he can’t believe this isn’t his nightly handjob fantasy.

“Hyunjin, why are you shaking? Are you nervous?” you ask, starting to doubt yourself.

“No, I’m so fucking over the moon right now I don’t know what to do,” he replies, a seductive airiness in his voice.

You pause, taking his words into consideration. “That’s okay, babe. Why don’t we take the rest off?”

Within seconds, your robe is chucked to the floor along with his jeans and underwear. You climb on top of Hyunjin and sit on his thighs, his beautiful erection lying like a stone against his flat stomach as he strokes your own thighs with his moistening palms. 

“Can I touch you?” you ask, doing your best to keep your excitement from bubbling over.

“Please touch me,” he murmurs with expectant eyes, bringing his hands to your hips.

With the pad of your index finger, you trace a line up his veiny shaft from the base, and Hyunjin loudly exhales when you graze over the sensitive frenulum. Now, you lightly run your dominant hand up his shaft, pausing to dig his tip in circles against your palm.

“You’re teasing me...” Hyunjin whines, gripping your hips even tighter in his big hands.

You smirk. “What should I do then?”

He simply burns you with a narrow-eyed gaze, either mentally swearing about how ridiculously hot you look on top or carefully choosing his words.

Completely flipping the situation, though, he overpowers you with zero struggle, barreling you both over so he can loom above you again.

“I’ll tell you what you can do,” he responds in a dangerously husky tone while he captures your wrists in one of his hands and roughly pins them against the pillows. “You’re gonna have the best night of your life,” he growls, knocking your legs apart with his knee.

And without skipping a beat, Hyunjin pushes into you with his other hand pressed horizontally against your abdomen to feel his length poking upward from within your flexible, very aroused walls. And it does, causing an uncharacteristically high-pitched yelp to escape your mouth.

Hyunjin freezes, bringing that hand to your cheek, still tightly clutching your wrists in the other. “Tell me when,” he whispers, eyes roving all over your expression of combined surprise and newfound pleasure.

You take this moment to push your chin up and open-mouth kiss him a few times before whispering your permission while he tries to palm one of your breasts: “Go, Hyunnie.”

Off he goes into a decent, far-from-slow pace, rolling his hips effortlessly into your wet core just enough to avoid slamming your cervix. Luckily for him, this is exactly where your G-spot rests.

“HYUNjin,” you huff as he adds more pressure to his thrusts, bumping into your spot every other second.

“What’s wrong, baby?” he asks in a breathy voice.

You can’t control your eyes rolling back in their sockets when he finally increases his speed, full-on hammering into your pussy now. “Nothing—oh fUCk—”

“Ohhh okay, that means ‘don’t stop,’” Hyunjin interrupts, looking at you smugly.

You regain control of your eyes long enough to meet his devilish expression with your own. “You can do better.”

The very millisecond his brain processes those haughty words, his eyes nearly boggle out of his skull before he laces his hands with yours and throws them down parallel to your shoulders. To sweeten the deal even more, he uses the same knee to slide under your thigh and push your leg up as far as he can press with his torso, which—at the marvelous new angle Hyunjin’s even harder dick is kissing your sweet spot now—sends you into your first vaginal orgasm.

Watching your chest uncontrollably convulse with euphoria, Hyunjin open-mouth grins out of both pride and arousal, pushing himself to let up on the speed but max out on pressure, definitely slamming your cervix with each purposeful thrust. At this, your own mouth flies open in a silent scream, and you struggle to keep your eyes open. 

“BabyIneedtocum,” Hyunjin groans in one mashed-together word before conjoining your mouths with messy kisses and tongue-sucking straight out of porn.

“I’m on birth control,” you sigh against his hair as he licks your neck. “Cum in me, Jinnie.”

You hear the most guttural, pussy-throbbing groan from him because that’s all he needs: your sexy, fucked-out voice (as if it wasn’t already naturally sexy to him) telling him to go ahead and paint your tight cave of wonders white. 

All in less than a second, Hyunjin releases your hands, wraps his arms around your body, presses himself against you with all the energy he has left, and digs his already pulsing dick as deep as possible. You’ve been unknowingly clenching on him this whole time in the wake of your heart-stopping orgasm, so he spends a good twenty seconds holding you, taken hostage by his own unbridled pleasure.

Panting as if he’d hiked five miles in the mountains, he pulls himself off of you, cups your flushed face in his warm hands, and says, “And it’s not even close to dinnertime.”

[genderfluid-insomniac]

"Cuddles for Leaving Me so Long" ~ Asra x reader

words: 1.2k

Rearranging some herbs and artifacts on the shelves, checking the names, and writing down the ones you were out of, eventually sitting down at the corner of the shop. The plush cushions and blankets surrounding a small table in the middle of the rounded room.

You waited for Asra to get back from a long journey he had been on, unfortunately, you couldn’t go with him because the shop needed someone to take care of it and everyone else was out of the question because they were all busy.

It’s not that he didn’t think you could handle it, he knew you were more than capable of keeping yourself safe but he didn’t want to take any chance of you getting hurt after what happened on the island long ago.

Dwelling in your thoughts you didn’t hear the door open, and steps come up behind you. “Friend!” Hearing that voice call out to you, turning around and smiling at who you saw in the doorway.

“Asra! You’re back!”

Rushing to hug your partner, wrapping your arms around his coat, and taking off his bag to help him get settled. You both embraced each other for a bit white Faust slithered around your necks, poking your cheek with her tongue.

You turned back to Asra you quickly kiss him on the lips, rubbing your thumb on his cheek. Taking his coat and hanging it on a hook, catching him staring at your curves and gorgeous features.

“So how was it? I missed you so much. It gets quiet around here without the two of you, aside from Julian breaking in at night occasionally.” You laughed, leading him upstairs to where the two of you lived.

Asra laughed along with you, his curly white hair falling in ringlets over his violet eyes. “Yes, I can imagine. We probably should change the locks just to be safe, we can’t just keep letting him break-in, can we?”

Sitting down with Faust coiling around your arm, nuzzling your neck while you poured some tea that you had gotten from downstairs. Asra grabbed some cups from the cupboard, setting them down on a wooden table and hugging your waist as you pour the crushed herbs in the cups.

These were the moments you loved and treasured, the small bits of love and care between adventures and chaotic events that were bound to happen. You rested your head against Asra’s shoulders, feeling his soft hair and white flowy collar brush your forehead.

You hummed as the magician pecked your nose and clasped your hands together, pouring some hot water in the two cups guiding you over the bed with confusion written on your face. Well, it wasn’t really a ‘bed’ more like a nest of pillows, blankets, and silky fabrics covering a mattress.

“Let’s get settled somewhere more comfortable. I’ll tell you all about my travels.” He whispered, blowing some air over his cup to cool it down before taking a sip from the herbal concoction. The two of you laid down among the countless pillows and coverings on each other, your head resting on Asra’s chest.

He had you angled so you could look at him but also rest comfortably. Your lover really did think of everything and how could you not love him? His seemingly mesmerizing violet eyes lighting up when he laughed or got excited. His soft lips curving up when he gazed at something he loved, most of the time in reaction to you, but highlighting his bright smile that gave you so much hope.

There were so many reasons that you loved him and you could never list them all because it would take an eternity.

Then there was Faust, the adorable little serpent that slithered into your heart and made her home. The light blue, purple, and pink-toned snake always keeping close to one of you out of habit, becoming more fond of you as your relationship with Asra grew and opting to stay with you sometimes when Asra went off on an adventure.

As Asra explained what he experienced throughout the world and magic realm, you could see that spark in his eyes light up and he lovingly met your gaze, the flickering light from the candle illuminating his tan skin.

“You know, I missed you so much. Being able to hold you, touch you, kiss your beautiful face,” Softly kissing your lips, putting his empty cup down and cupping your cheek. You leaned into it and deepened the kiss, humming in satisfaction.

The kiss was sweet and loving, not passionate and heavy like past ones. It had been so long since you were able to be with Asra like this and you were determined to enjoy at a slow pace.

Eventually, you both parted for air, taking in every stunning part of the other. Pulling him down on top of you giggling with a smile wide across both of your faces. Studying all the bits that couldn’t be seen from far away.

“I fall for you every time I look at you, it’s like the first time. How whatever you wear hugs your curves, those perfect lips that never stop kissing me. Don’t even get me started on those detailed heavenly eyes of yours, I could compliment those all day.”

Asra placed soft kisses wherever he complimented, his gaze never leaving yours. Running his hands all over your body and whispering sweet nothings, a light blush blooming across your cheeks.

“How just my voice can make a pretty blush appear on your face, you’re so helpless to my teasing and praise. That’s the best part, that I can keep praising you and telling you what I love about you and I get this reaction.”

He lifted up your face with a hand under your chin, giving you kiss on your nose and chuckling softly. The blush on your face cools down, as you take a turn to compliment your lover in return.

“Now where do I start with you, baby. That alluring voice paired with those vibrant purple eyes. You work so hard and yet never fail to protect me, always overcoming a new challenge. How your tan skin compliments your sculpted muscles but I would love you however you looked. You light touches that you make when we go out, I love that you always find a way to touch me.”

This was one of the rare moments that you loved, where you saw a cherry blush appear on the magician’s face, smiling with so much intimacy. Neither of you held power over the other, taking turns praising the other till the moon was the only light in the room.

You had put the candles out a while ago, agreeing to enjoy the natural light the moon and stars gave off, laying in each other’s arms. The scent of lavender and peppermint weaving around you, lulling you to sleep.

[marvelobsessedteenager]

All The Hurt - Chapter 1

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem!reader

Warnings: ANGST, Peter was an ass, reader is a hurt and petty bitch, fluff to make up for the angst, curse words, lots of “coincidences”, description of an explosion and blood.

Summary: Peter Parker. What a dick. It wasn’t always like this, but once he just got up and gladly left you for an unknown reason, you decided to bring hell down on him by publicly ridiculing him whenever you got the chance. However, when you accidentally find out what he's been hiding, conflicted feelings begin emerging, causing you to wonder if you could ever forgive him — especially when he saves your life.

Word Count: 2.6k

A/n: this came to me in a fucking dream so you bet I had to wake up and write this. It’s already completed hehe. I’m going to be posting the parts every day so stay tuned :D

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Never in your entire life would you have thought that there’d be a time when you’d willingly side with Flash. When you’d join him in bullying Peter, your best friend that you’d known since the both of you were shitting yourselves in diapers. Not a night goes by in which you don’t ask yourself why.

Why did he decide to break you?

The day he told you he didn’t want to be friends with you anymore was a day worse than finding out your father had cheated on your mother, prompting her to abruptly exit both your and your father’s lives when you were eleven. In all honesty, it felt like Peter took notes about suddenly leaving when you cried to him about your mother disappearing and used them to his advantage the summer before freshman year.

It was a pain like no other, a wound so hurtful your tear tank was constantly emptied every time you were alone in your room. There were too many nights where you’d lie awake with an ache in your chest - like someone dropped an avalanche on your heart and left it there to crush it.

Friendship breakups hurt like hell.

The days seemed to move slow and the nights even slower. You didn’t know how much time had passed when you’d blankly stare at your collection of photos of the two of you with tear stricken cheeks.

You constantly wondered if he regretted it.

And if he did, you told yourself you’d forgive him. You’d go back to him, because you were sure he didn’t mean it. Excuses began piling up in your mind, each one not having enough evidence to be proven true; maybe he was going through something he didn’t want to talk about. Maybe someone in his life died, like when Uncle Ben suddenly passed away. He didn’t speak to you for a week and didn’t show up to school, and when you went over to check on him, he broke down in your arms as he apologized for ignoring you, but you understood.

You always did.

So, you waited, and waited, and waited. Waited for a call, a text, something. But nothing ever came. No phone calls — he ignored yours — no apologies, no explanation, nothing but radio silence. It was almost like you never existed in the first place.

Day by day your hope slowly faded, and by the 56th day, all of it was gone. You didn’t know how to feel. You were furious at him for abandoning you. You were heartbroken. You told yourself you were being overdramatic — it wasn’t like you were in a relationship together, no matter how much you wanted to be.

All he ever saw you as was a friend. But that was before it all happened. Now he probably didn’t see you as anything but a stranger.

A stranger with memories and secrets revolving him.

Hot anger was quick to take control of your mind, and soon you stopped your crying and tore down years worth of captured memories and pinned birthday cards he made you - all reminders of how much you loved him - and threw them into a box. You shoved it to the back of your closet, along with your dignity and love for him.

Four months after your ‘breakup', you came back different. Newfound confidence shone out of you with every step you made down Midtown’s hallways. Your smile radiated happiness as you felt everyone’s eyes lay upon you. You were able to fool yourself and others around you that nothing happened. Your heart knew better, but soon it’d turn to stone.

And you convinced yourself that you preferred it that way.

You moved on, found friendship in others, and although they never lived up to him, they were enough to fill part of the gaping hole in your heart.

Flash making amends with you was probably the most surprising and unexpected thing to have ever happened in the school. You two got along well, almost too well, and about halfway into the school year, you became good friends. You two weren’t as close as you and Peter once were, but you bonded over your absent parents in ways you didn’t know were possible.

You felt understood, and he the same.

Still, that didn’t stop you from seeing Peter in the hallways. You made it a point to walk past him like you didn’t know him — because apparently, you didn’t.

You kept watching him from a distance.

You watched him make goo-goo eyes at Liz while rolling your own.

You watched him dart out of school at exactly two forty-five every day. You saw the anxiousness in the way he bounced his leg during class, the tapping of his pencil on the desk, the constant glances he threw at the clock with every minute that passed. You wanted to ask, but you didn’t.

On a particular day, the same day you overheard him and Ned making plans to meet up at his house to build Legos, you decided to go to Delmar’s to grab a bite. You hadn’t been there since the breakup, as you were always too nervous in case Peter ended up going there at the same time, and now that there was a clearing, you took it. Even if he was there, you didn't care.

You don’t.

When you stepped into the store, you were immediately welcomed by the one and only Mr. Delmar. He looked good — happy and content, and that’s why you absolutely adored him. It wasn’t fair that you cut off ties with him because of Peter, but he didn’t seem to take it personally. He went on and on about how much taller you’ve gotten and reminisced about how little you were when you and Peter got your first flattened number five sandwiches with pickles.

He must’ve seen your smile falter at the mention of Peter, because his eyebrows furrowed in concern not a moment later, “Did something happen to you kids? I never see him come with you anymore.”

So he’s been coming without you.

Ouch. That’s another stab to the heart.

Your palms began to feel slick as you rubbed them on your jeans with a strained smile and a shaky voice, feeling as if the walls were closing in on you, “Uh-we-“

But you never got to finish. Mr. Delmar’s eyes widened at something behind you, and in a split second, he yelled, “Get down!” followed by a string of Spanish curse words.

A scream left your mouth as a purple wave of something ripped through the bodega, nearly missing you by a strand of hair as you ducked. Shattered glass scattered everywhere, digging into the skin of your arms in a multitude of places. You hissed at the burn you felt below your eye, feeling a heavy liquid (which you assumed was blood) trail down your cheek and neck. You felt intense heat near your legs and your vision became blurred, ears ringing as all other noises besides your breathing became muffled. You coughed and coughed, feeling like your lungs were closing in on themselves from the fire that surrounded you.

The light above you flickered as you attempted to shout Mr. Delmar’s name, praying that he was all right.

But your voice never left your throat.

Your legs were trapped below two giant shelves that collapsed on them, and you weren’t strong enough to move them no matter how many times you tried to. The fire slithered like a snake as it began climbing to where your legs were being held below the rubble.

“Help.” You weakly whispered in between your coughs. The air around you felt heavy and limited, and it was starting to feel like you were choking on the fumes. You didn’t know how much longer your lungs could take.

It was hot. So fucking hot.

Your eyes shut and your head fell back on the ground, chest heaving in fast paces as you felt your body give up already, a burning sensation spreading all over you, like your insides were set on fire.

Your face trickled with sweat that dripped down to your cheeks, mixing with your tears.

Just when all hope was gone, just when you thought you were done for, you felt the weight lift off of your legs in one sudden movement, and an arm slide beneath your knees and on your back, holding you tightly.

You looked up at your savior, and who else could it have been other than Spider-Man, New York’s knight in shining armor, and apparently yours, too. You heard part of what he seemed to be saying as he looked down at you: “…got…I…you” and you could’ve sworn you heard your name.

But then again, you were on the brink of death, so you were no doubt hearing things.

You laid your tired head on his chest, wheezing into his smooth suit as he ran and jumped away from the fire until he reached the outside. He gingerly placed you on the ground and made you lean back against a parked car, and you breathed in the cool night air as he crouched down to rub your back while you practically choked.

In front of Spider-Man.

How embarrassing.

You felt your head heavily fall back as you clutched your arm in pain, the distant sound of police sirens audible now. Your eyes landed upon his covered face that turned away when you looked at him - like he was staring at you until you caught him. You could see that he wanted to go somewhere in the way that his spidey-eyes were expanding and shrinking at the destroyed bank across the street. You moved to touch your legs, and by some miracle, they were just a little sore. You could manage on your own.

“Go,” you breathily said, making Spider-Man look down at you, “I’m okay.”

He hesitated for a moment and pivoted his head to your legs. You breathed out half a laugh, coughing again, “Dude,” you placed a hand on his shoulder and jutted towards your legs as you began moving them, “they’re fine. I’m fine. I know you wanna go somewhere. Just go after it.”

He stayed. For a long minute, just watching you breathe and tilt your head at him. You wondered what was going on in that brain of his, wondered how old he was, wondered where he went to school - if he even went to school. You were trying to formulate a way to thank him for saving you, but you didn’t get the chance to. He nodded and quickly he sprung away, making way for the paramedics and cops to inspect the scene.

You didn’t go to school for a whole week after the incident, as you were too busy reflecting on what had happened. You went over multiple scenarios and “what if’s” and tried not to dwell on the fact that you had to have your driver pick you up from the hospital, not your father. He was probably out of the country, like he always was.

When you finally returned to school, you had stitched up three areas, including one below your eye, and were bombarded with questions and a large group hug from your friends. Your phone was no doubt a goner, so they had no way of contacting you. Even when they tried to come over, your housekeeper, Jane, always the responsible adult, told them the doctor needed you to rest alone.

She knew you couldn’t handle people, and needed to recharge on your own. She was like the mother you never had. Even when Peter left, she stayed by your side and tried to cheer you up. She knew how strong your feelings were for Peter, but she didn’t question you, instead allowing you to grieve the way you wanted to - alone.

Your friends asked you about what happened, and their eyes sparkled when you told them the Spider-Man came to your rescue, their excitement cutting short once the bell rang. They all left to go to their classes after wishing you a quick recovery. All but one.

Flash stood in front of you, nibbling on his lower lip with a wobbling chin and glassy eyes.

“Are you..crying?” you squinted at him, lips twitching into a smirk.

“Shut up,” he mumbled, wiping the stray tears before attacking you with a tight hug. You sighed deeply, feeling a nostalgic warmth spread through your chest as you placed your chin on his shoulder, arms circulating him and squeezing in a way that said "I’m here."

In class, you felt hardcore stares — stares that came from one person and one person only. You saw them from the corner of your eye, tracing the scar on your face. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were laced with worry. But perhaps you hit your head too hard.

During gym class, the last class of the day, you were excused from exercises due to your near-death experience, so you watched and cheered Flash as he climbed the ropes, attempting to break his own record.

“48 seconds.” You stated, pausing the timer as he jumped to the ground and planted his hands on his knees, breathing hard.

He looked up at you with a deep frown, “Seriously? How did I get slower?”

You shrugged, “Maybe you should change your nickname, Eugene.” You smirked, taunting him with the name you knew he hated.

He breathed out a laugh as he shook his head. He was about to say something when Ned’s voice overpowered everyone else’s with one sentence: “Peter knows Spider-Man!”

Everybody went so silent you’d think the queen of England had just walked in.

The sound of balls being dropped and shoes squeaking echoed through the gym as all heads turned to Peter Parker, who nervously looked around and quickly stood up, “Uh, no! No, I don’t. I-I mean..”

He clumsily made his way over to Liz (go figure), whose face remained expressionless.

“They’re friends,” Ned said as a matter of factly.

“Yeah, like Coach Wilson and Captain America are friends,” Flash said, making a couple of people laugh, including you.

“I’ve met him, yeah, a-a couple of times. But it’s um, through the...Stark...Internship. I’m not really supposed to talk about it.” He gritted through his teeth as he threw daggers at Ned with wide eyes.

“Well, that’s awesome!” You piped in, your loud sarcasm breaking the silence that settled over the gym, "He’s a pretty cool guy, I’m sure Liz would love to meet him. Hey, maybe you should invite him to her party.”

“Yeah, I’m having people over tonight, you’re more than welcome to come.” Liz sweetly admitted, almost like she wanted him to come.

Ew.

“You’re having a party?” Peter said breathlessly, as if that wasn’t what you just said.

Flash gave Peter a snarling smile, “Yeah, it’s gonna be dope. You should totally invite your personal friend Spider-Man.” He suggested, derision oozing out of his words.

“Um-“ Peter stammered, helpless eyes searching for assistance in your own. But you wouldn’t give him any sympathy. Not anymore. You stared back, cold as ice, and you knew he saw that. You merely gave him a raised eyebrow, challenging him to say something.

“It’s okay,” Liz said, breaking you and Peter’s eye contact, “I know Peter’s way too busy for parties anyways so..”

“Oh, come on, he’ll be there. Parker wouldn’t ditch.” You said, voice dripping with venom as you maintained eye contact with him and walked past Flash until you reached him. You stopped at his side, just enough to give him a deadly stare, “Right?”

You watched his Adam’s apple bob and eyes dart across the ground as his fingers tangled with one another to conceal his shaking left hand. You studied his face, ignoring something that looked like a fading bruise on his jaw. The school bell rang, and with that, Flash walked to you, raising his hand for a fist pump. You bumped yours with his with a smirk and walked out the gym doors, ready to call Peter out on his bullshit once more tonight.

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[avada-kedavrugh]

How stupid you must be?

Pairing | Tom Riddle x Reader 

Genre | Angst (cheeky lil bit of making out)

Words | 2323

Warning | Making out, mentions of death, very unhealthy/abusive relationship that I do not endorse AT ALL but I just find it interesting to write. <3

How stupid you must be.

Tom’s hand slither around your neck, ever so delicately like a snake entangling its prey marvelling at each drop of fear it evoked, his fingers gracing the expanse of your skin like you were a porcelain doll, exquisite, dainty and so fragile in his touch. You are so small against him as he towers over you, your body quivering against the wall from the toxic mixture of anticipation, lust and fear that welled inside you, staring up at him with a look of complete adoration. The very touch of his cold fingers around your throat is so empowering, so overwhelming, so shattering as it destroys every barrier in your mind and subdues your entire being to his control. His dangerous gaze on you, searing through your mind, simultaneously imploring you to delve in closer with sweet nothings calling for you to give yourself to him, and screaming warning signs of ‘danger’. But it’s already too late for you as you’re faltering, falling, fading into his touch, unashamedly losing whatever part of you clung to sanity, replaced with the sheer desire, yearning, desperation for his lips to devour you, to take the final step of consuming you and leave you an empty shell.  

Within the eery silence of the dark closet, your own thoughts echo in your mind, as you silently plead with him. As if hearing your desperation, his hold on you tightens, teasing you with the searing touch of his fingers as his eyes look down on you with a cold, dangerous look. Your eyes flicker with infatuation and your cheeks flush a soft, pink hue, in a way that would be almost endearing, perhaps, if Tom was capable of love. If he was capable of love, he’d be ensnared in your affection and devotion, allow himself to shrink into your touch and be consumed by you, let your unceasing attempts of warmth to burn through him, act as the furnace that would cause his heart to shudder to life. Instead he found the way you looked at him repulsive, your looks of adoration received by a look of apathy, at best. Sometimes, he struggled to bury the contempt he felt towards you and he’d snap. He’d feel his eyes blazing with disgust, the dark look screaming ‘i hate you’ in what was both a shattering roar and a shivering whisper.  

Out of your lips slips a moan, your teeth quickly baring down on your soft lips in a feeble attempt to hide your sheer desire, bashful and ashamed of the effect he had on you. The sound echoes through the closet, burrowing itself into every crevice of the room, slipping into his ears and drilling into his mind, quickly registering as a sign of your weakness, of his absolute control over you. Although he will never love you, he relishes in the dominance he has over you, knowing this is only just the start of his strive for power. He felt no remorse, simply enjoying the incentive your weakness brought, grip tightening, his ring indenting itself into your skin and knuckles turning white whilst pressing against the silky expanse of your throat.

“Tom-” A guttural moan rumbled from your lips, desperation dripping from the very sound. His stony look flickering with amusement; with the knowledge you were defenceless against his hold, your mind falling into a dark abyss that matched your pupils – thick molasses, dilated, faltering at his every move. Secretly, he savours the sight, his lips curling into a sinister smirk as he watches you unfold against him, trapped between him and the wall, knowing that even if he let you go, you would stay there, hopelessly waiting for him to return your feelings. You allowed yourself to be a puppet, directed by his simple touch or a mutter of words, completely consumed by him. Lavishing in this knowledge, he set himself to tease you, make you ache with your utter lust, dipping his head down as he brought his lips dangerously close to your ears.

“Now, I’ve never seen someone so desperate,” The warmth of his breath tantalising against your skin, his words erupting from his voice in a sadistic purr. “How stupid you must be.”

How stupid you must be.  

The statement sounded in both of your minds. Tom’s lips twisting into an even crueller, ever so tantalising smile, while your heart was being thrashed and you felt your stomach momentarily dip.  

How stupid you must be. Completely subservient to the man who held you pinned against the wall, who belittled you and shamelessly looked at you with total contempt. The man was able to cause the pool of rich, luxurious heat sprouting in your lower stomach with just a single touch while at the same time, with just a simple statement, he had caused a churning pit in your stomach that made you wish the ground would just swallow you up right there, taking mercy on you and saving you from the agony he caused. You knew your heart belonged to him. 

Like many complicated things in life, it began innocently, coy glances at a cute boy during classes, feeling flustered around him, laughing as you told your friends about your attraction to him, becoming hopelessly drawn to the mystery that surrounded him. Tom. The tall, dark-haired, dark eyed Slytherin boy surrounded by his friends that all looked up at him with expectation. Who would you be to ignore your innocent, school crush? So, the chaste glances turned to watching him during classes, to trying to talk to him, despite his disinterest, to following him through the corridors. All in - as you told yourself several times - a desperate attempt to help him.  

Along the path of simple curiosity and attraction, you found yourself thinking of him more and more, every second of your day your mind would wander and lead you to him. At first it scared you, so you forced yourself to distance yourself from him. Without him you sank into a seat of sadness, staring into the dark gloomy depths of your drink, while your friends chattered around you, excitedly gossiping about whatever interested them. Wherever you were, sitting in the great hall with your friends or sitting alone in the library, that feeling of emptiness clung onto you. So, when your eyes glanced over him as he walked past, feeling your heart shudder to life, you gave yourself the little treat, let your eyes linger for a second longer, and then another second longer, then another second, and then another, and another, until every time you saw him you allowed your eyes to fix on him – his image imprinting onto your mind. Just seeing him filled you with a euphoric high and who would you be if you denied yourself the feeling? You convinced yourself it was fate, that your life was tied into a hangman’s knot with his. Curiously, one day, he returned the interest, tipping the earth of its axis and letting you fall into his arms. And that was the day, you allowed yourself to become his servant, become besotted him, allowed your obsession with him to begin to ravage you. And now, you knew he wasn’t human – not really - and knew he wasn’t capable of love, yet you’d sacrifice everything just for a simple kiss.

In retrospect, early on, you caught glimpses of something sinister lurking within him, his heartfelt words jumbled with a tone of hatred and his eyes occasionally flaring with something bordering loathing. Maybe, you stayed with him because you wanted to help him or, maybe, you stayed with him because of some sadistic voice that sung in your head that urged you to comprehend him, take him apart and reconstruct him secret by secret, just to know the very truth behind Tom Riddle and who he really was.

How very stupid you must be, your heart fluttering in your chest at his touch despite the obvious torment of his words, returning his sinister look with a look of full-blown lust, the darkness in your eyes caused by your pure desire while his was caused by something far more twisted. How very stupid you must be to allow yourself to slump against him, allowing his rigid body pressed against you to hold you up, his hands clutching your neck and keeping you afloat, the final restraint stopping you from falling into complete delirium.

“Tom, please-” You whined, a painful, raw, raggedy sound. Begging for the cushion of his lips. All of you hoped for the release of his animalist desires on you, for him to shed his cruel exterior, to reveal his raw being to you, bare his soul to you, allow you to squirm your way in, embrace him for who he was, love him, care for him. Caress every wound on his soul, kiss it better and make his heart feel something. For you. You stared at him hopefully, eyes twinkling with some innocence that you desperately clung to, slowing being chipped away every time you worked out what he’d done. His grip on you went slack, the colour returning to his knuckles, your lungs unexpectedly filling with oxygen you didn’t even know you needed as you breathed him in.  

Your eyes dancing with dreams, the dreams you replayed in your mind when the sky got dark, when your dormitory grew still, while your mind was too loud, your dreams embraced you like the warm arms of a mother, coddling you, soothing you into a calm slumber, a lullaby of dreams that would never happen, the dreams of Tom Riddle. Tom’s eyes lacked such excitement, instead they stilled with a vacant expression - one you found rather serene – as he took in the sight of you. Your heart unashamedly raced, desperate for you to reach out and press your lips against his. Risk your life just for the caress of his lips against yours.

His body pulling away from you, letting you to fall back against the wall. His smirk souring into a look of disgust, eyes full-blown with revulsion and contempt, looking down on you as if you were the most disgusting beetle on earth, as if all you deserved was to be stamped on. He moved forward again, this time his lips grazing your ears as he whispers “I don’t need you anymore Y/N.”

Your heart continues its shameless rampage within your chest, thundering against its weak confines, threatening to breakout and escape into Tom’s hands - where it knew it belonged. How very stupid you must be. It was too late for you now, you knew what his words meant, knew the threat they held within them, yet as his hot breath moved away from you, your hands desperately moved to grab onto him, your fingers hopelessly dragging against the material of his shirt, failing to cling onto anything, clawing at the air between you.

He was looking over your small form, taking in each detail of you for one final time; you were his obedient servant that he could manipulate to do his will. You, such a meek being, that seemingly devoted your life to his. Had become entangled, enchanted, encapsulated with him, by him, completely submitting yourself to him all for the human feeling of love. He knew you would do anything for him yet he knew that human feeling inside you, that clung to its innocence, unmoving from its claims of compassion, was stronger than your fragile feelings for him, one wrong move and it could easily overcome your devotion for him and leave him at risk. Something jolted in his heart. And then he did it.

Lips barrelling towards yours. Smashing against your soft lips. Teeth clashing. Like two starved animals that hadn’t eaten in days, absolutely ravenous from hunger, finally given a measly morsel between you. One of his hands wound itself around your neck again, all delicacy thrown aside as he roughly held you up by your throat. His nails attaching themselves to your skin, ripping into your skin so violently, leaving behind imprints at his very touch. Slamming your body against the wall and pressing his form, so crazed in its frenzy yet so rigid, against you. You took your chance to savour him, memorising the feeling of lips against you, the feel of fingers wrapped around your neck. Your mouth opening, tongue pressing against his mouth, desperate to taste him. The concoction of unrequited love and lust had left you famished, and now your body drowned in the touch of Tom Riddle. He was blessing you with what you had always wanted. Quenching the aching feeling that had laid dormant inside your lower stomach for months, incited only by him and growing more dangerous as he disregarded your desires. Yet, niggling in your mind was the emptiness of every touch, every taste, every movement. His sexual ferocity felt more like a primitive instinct than a conscious desire.  

How stupid you must be.

He was going to kill you.

He had used you and tossed you aside like a doll. And every step of the way, you lapped it up like a desperate puppy, hanging at the edge of his every word, the promise of his touch having the power to control you. Inside your heart swelled, as his lips thrashed against yours in their rampage, ever so desperate, like prey entangled within a snake. The warmth pooling through your entire body, drowning the remnants of sanity, and sending you into delirium. How stupid you must be. He was going to kill you and yet, he was kissing you. For the first time, your final wish and he was kissing you, for the last time. Buried under his ravenous lips an uncontrollable grin broke out from your own, torn and bleeding. A grin that pressed against his lips. A grin that mirrored the euphoria that filled your soul.

Maybe he did love you.

[forthehpfanboys]

Match Already Made

Pair: Draco Malfoy x Reader; he/him.

Summary: Hermione tries to play match maker. She is so determined to see you and Harry get together she's obvious to the fact you're already taken. Even if you’ve kept it a secret.

Warnings: Swears, arguing, sass

Notes: I absolutely adore this holy fu ck

~DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE~

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“Drop it!” You slammed your book shut with aggravation, your hands running through your hair as you stared down at the cover. Your friends didn’t even flinch- well, Ron did a little but would never admit it. “There isn’t anything between me and Harry.”

“Harry and I-”

“Do not. Seriously, Hermione. He’s like my brother and this isn’t Alabama.”

“What?”

“Never mind, Ron.” You sighed. Your hands ran through your hair before gripping the locks and tugging. It was far less painful than hearing your best friend talk about how you could be exchanging saliva with your other best friend. 

On that note, why in the flying, flip flapping fuck was Hermione so damn determined to get you and her bestie together? Don’t get me wrong, you love Harry, sure, but like a brother, and that’s where it ends. Everyone around you assumed since the two of you were so buddy buddy that you were basically made for each other, but no one knew a specific snake had slithered his way into your heart and was determined to keep it that way.

See, you’d gotten along with Harry and Co. because you were put in Gryffindor and, naturally, that begs the question of how you started dating said snake. Well, one day you decided you had enough of Harry and Ron fighting over the dumb Tri-Wizard Tournament and literally dragged the specks wearing boy by his ear across the dining hall and forced the two friends to apologize. 

Instead of focusing on the scene and laughing at the Gryffindor’s embarrassment, Draco was busy falling head over heels for you. The blonde realized just how attractive Harry’s stupid friend was and nothing could stop him from wanting to see you react like that again. Something about you hit him differently than any wizard or witch he’d ever met. 

Since then, he made it his daily mission to tease you at least once a day. Whether it was sitting next to you at the library to ask if he could borrow your legs as earmuffs or calling to you across the dining hall asking if you used the stupefy charm or if you were a natural stunner, he did it all. He’d snicker when you’d solute the middle finger in his direction, but he noticed the blush across your cheeks and kept up the game, determined to have you swooning for him.

Eventually, the blonde realized he’d have to make the move first, leading to him approaching you after potions when the class was empty and, much to Snape’s dismay, asked you to a Hogsmead date. What surprised Draco the most was when you actually said yes without making fun of him. Since then, you have been dating the Slytherin. You two would sneak out after curfew, go swimming in the Black Lake together and spend particularly hard nights in his dorm room all while using the hidden passageways the Weasley Twins trusted you with. They were probably the only Gryffindors that knew you were kissing the lips of their little brother's best friend's rival and they kept it to themselves.

When you started dating the blonde, you both made a pact. You would keep the relationship a secret from the residents of Gryffindor tower and he’d cut the ‘mudblood’ bull crap and at least try to be nice to Harry and his friends. He doesn’t have to be their best friend but just, don’t be rude. He kept up his side of the promise easily, as did you. Except you were so close to yelling it from a fucking mountain top- or the astromony tower. 

Hermione had this idea stuck in her head and Ron agreed too. See, the idea was that you and Harry would make the best couple for many reasons and she was, once again, trying to get you two to at least try. She would go on and on about how there was a spark, whatever that meant.

“Oh come on, (Y/n)! One date! What harm could it possibly have?” Hermione was basically begging- she had been for weeks. She wasn’t one to go for this but ever since Ginny noticed how you two would bump hips in the hallway or wrap your arms around each other's shoulders, she was convinced there was a spark.

“Mione, I love you, I do, but please, drop it.” You spoke up, shoving your book off to the side to cross your arms over the table. “The spark doesn’t exist.” You and Harry both knew it was true. 

“(Y/n). We all know you don’t have eyes on anyone so why not? The spark could form over time.. Right?” Ron added in, his chin resting in his hand as he shrugged his shoulders. You held your breath at his statement. It almost slipped out that you did, in fact, have someone.

“What? Like it did with you and Lavender?” Harry spoke up, causing you to snicker. The male in specks had barely spoken two words since the conversation turned from potions essays and charms homework to love lives.

“I thought we agreed not to bring that up again..” Ron mumbled, looking back down at his book.

“Anyway, I could still see it! I really do think you guys have potential.” Hermione shrugged her shoulders, before going back to her book. You could tell she was tapping her foot against the wooden floor. She must’ve reread the page seven times before looking back up to you. “But seriously! You guys could have quidditch dates! The seeker and the fanboy.”

“Hermione, stop. There’s nothing here. Trust me.” You were rubbing your temples in anguish. You knew she was a determined witch but holy hell. You and Harry let out a collective sigh of physical pain when she went on anyway. Stubborn girl, seriously. 

“But there could be, (Y/n)! That’s my point! Could you imagine how amazing this could be for you two? You both need an amazing partner! Someone who cares! Someone who’ll take care of you! Someone who’s willing to themselves on the wire for a chang-” She stopped abruptly, causing you to glance side to side. What caused her to stop like that and how do you keep it around you? 

You squealed in surprise and jumped when a hand landed on your chin and the other landed on the back of your chair. You were about to throw a nice right hook, but the hand on your chin directed your gaze upward, showing Draco with a smirk.

“Hello, love.” He planted a hard kiss against your lips, leading the entire library to become, somehow, quieter. Like, before it was drop-a-pin quiet, but now it was like drop-a-hair-follicle quiet. When he pulled away, he chuckled at your confused expression. “How was divination today? I heard you have a test tomorrow. Is that what you’re studying for? I could help.” He removed his hands from you and pulled the empty chair out next to you before sitting down and wrapping his arm around you. 

Your eyes stared at your boyfriend in shock, your jaw hanging like you had a broken hinge. When his icy blue eyes met yours, you could see the jealousy burning in his irises. He must’ve heard Hermione talking about how perfect you and Harry would be. Of course he did, everyone in the library heard it.

“What the bloody fuck just happened?!” Ron yelled, earning himself a few glares from studying students. Your head whipped over to your friends, almost forgetting about them. Hermione’s jaw was practically against the floor while Harry didn’t look the slightest bit shocked. “No, I take that back. When did this fucking happen?!”

“Language, Ronald.” Draco spoke up, his arm tightening around your shoulder while his eyebrow raised. The blonde put a curled finger to his lips, counting the time in his head. “About four months ago.”

“Four. Four?” The fuming red-head held up said number of fingers. “Four months and you just.. What? You didn’t tell us? What kind of bloody frie-” 

“Godric, Ron! This is why we didn’t say anything.” You kicked the leg of the table and turned to look away from your friends, trying to ignore the soft ache in your chest. It hurt that your friends didn’t really accept the relationship and, why would they? Draco has been a twat to them for years. Suddenly it felt like you were in a sauna as your eyes slowly pricked with tears. Were they ever going to talk to you again? Did you just lose the friends you have? The twins took it so well-

“That and my father would disown me faster than a fire bolt flies.” Draco shrugged casually, a smile coming across his lips when you turned to him. 

“Wait, you guys didn’t know?” Harry asked, lifting his head up to turn to his friends, who turned to him quickly. “Oh, come on! It was so obvious!” Harry’s words left Ron, Hermione and yourself struggling to find something to say back.

“What?” Was all you could manage out.

“If Harry noticed, we might have an issue.” Draco snickered out. “I wonder who el-” The blonde was cut off by your hand covering his mouth.

“Wait, Harry, you knew? And you didn’t tell me?” You stared at him.

“Well.. Yeah. I figured it out when you were doodling his name all over your parchment in transfiguration and when you guys were making goo goo eyes at each other that afternoon.” Harry scoffed, rolling his eyes. Right, he.. He sat next to you in that class. Your cheeks turned bright red before you could hide it. “I didn’t wanna say anything in case you guys kept it a secret on purpose, so you’re welcome.” 

“Gee, thanks Potter. I’ll keep that in mind.” Draco snickered out, a grin spread across his face when you gently shoved him in his chair.

“So, I still have one question.” Ron grumbled out, raising his hand halfway like he did in all his classes. “Why?”

“Same reason you’re dating Granger.” Draco paused, looking down to avoid anyone's gaze before licking his suddenly dry lips. He cleared his throat and glanced back up, choosing to look Ron right in the eyes. Ron nodded, waving his hand in a circular motion in a ‘go on, spit it out’ kind of way. The blonde could feel your eyes gaze on him, but chose to ignore it.  “I love (Y/n). I thought that was obvious.” 

Your eyes grew wider somehow. Ron blinked a few times, as if understanding but also not understanding. He’d only seen Draco as a cold, heartless beast and Hermione was in the same boat, but now they were confused. Or maybe it was just Ron. Hermione was smiling at you. This was the first time he’d said it out loud. You looked down at the desk, before looking at Harry, who was hiding a grin behind the now standing book, before turning to Draco. 

“Wait, really?”

“Of course. Why do you think I basically ran over here when I heard Hermione speaking about you and Potter going on a quidditch date? No offense to you, Potter, I’m sure you’re a lovely partner.” 

“None taken.”

“What universe am I in?”

“Ron, listen, please? We all know Draco has said some shit in his past, ok?” You turned to him. “We know and-and he’s trying to change and Godric, please don’t hate me when I say this. He.. Look, he-” You started stumbling over words, not wanting to put any in Draco’s mouth. He decided to speak up for you, hoping to put you out of your misery.

“I’m sorry. I know that doesn’t fix what I’ve said, how I’ve acted and what not, but a lot has changed in these four months and I’d rather not see my boyfriend lose his best friends over who he’s dating. He deserves the best of the best.”

Now even Harry seemed shocked. Ron looked down at his book before shutting it. He took a deep breath before letting it out slowly. 

“You’re lucky you make him happy or else I would throw you off the astronomy tower.” Ron spoke up.

“Oh thank Godric.” You sighed out, your body slumping back in the chair. 

“But if you hurt his feelings, I swear to Merlin and who’s.. Who’s that muggle one?” Ron turned to his girl, confusion etched across his features, leading to giggle a tiny bit.

“Jesus?” Hermione grabbed Ron’s hand from the table.

“Yeah, him!” Ron pointed to his girl again for emphasis. “I swear on both of them I will not hesitate to do so.”

“Not if I do it first. If I do hurt him, I don’t think I’d be able to live with myself.” Draco nodded his head a tiny bit and pulled you closer into his side, a grin across his features. 

“.. I’m not gonna get used to this.” Ron shook his head. The brunette witch sitting next to him elbowed him in the side gently. “Ow! I’m just being honest!”

“Ronald, you can’t just say stuff like that!” She countered, rolling her eyes.

“Why not? It’s the truth!”

“Because it’s rude..”

The couples arguing faded when Draco leaned into your bubble, whispering under the arguing so only you heard.

“Is this ok?” Draco’s arm was around your waist now, his eyes glancing into yours when you turned to him. You were so close to him, you could feel his tiny puffs of breathing brush across your lips. 

“Of course, just not how I expected it to go.” You twiddled your fingers. “But I’m glad we told them.” You smiled, leaning up to brush your nose against his.

“So you feel the same way then?”

“Is it not obvious?”

“Nope. you haven’t said it yet, (Y/n). I must hear you admit it.” Draco smiled at you, his eyes fluttering shut. He smiled wider when you sighed dramatically. 

“I love you too, Draco.” You pressed your lips against his and ignored the fake gagging noises from the red-head across the table. When you pulled away, you pressed your forehead against his, a matching smile across your lips.

“So does that mean I get to be the best man at the wedding?”

“Harry!”

“What? I’m just curious!”