#i can’t like i can’t even be mad anymore im just tired!

[narugen-moved]

i do think it’s a bit laughable that if it had been any other character (ESPECIALLY IF MALE!) they’d probably have more close up shots and maybe more pages of them in action but because it’s mina she gets this

and . that’s it. thank you matsumoto once again for letting me down #CONSISTENCY 🙏

i will love you when no one else will

[foggysirens]

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[jesuistrestriste]

sage i DESPERATELY need Artemis Donaldson angst.

Like you only call him that when your mad or upset with him. Just the thought makes him wanna sob profusely. along with even the hint of a raised voice? oh yeah he’s on the floor crying

art wasn’t sure how the fight even started.

it was a cold morning and you two had decided to stay in for the day and sit down and chat.

and, more specifically, it had turned into a chat about his tennis career and how the trajectory of it had been affecting your guys’ relationship.

it wasn’t meant to be a serious conversation, and it even started out light and with laughter..!

but then you made a comment about how it seemed like his recent losing streak was making him more closed-off, and art… well.. he got defensive.

he didn’t mean to, but he’s been more sensitive about his losses lately. he scoffed and bit back at you, “… i mean… i don’t know… i don’t exactly feel like you’ve been super supportive.”

and you can’t help but stare at him from the other side of the kitchen table, your face now scrunched up subtly into an expression that can only be perceived as bewilderment and confusion. and maybe a bit of resentment.

“uh.. what? you don’t think i’ve been supportive?”

art looks down at his hands resting over the tabletop, his brows raising slightly as his lips part while he finds his words. god, his walls are building back up in record time. he loves you more than life itself, but right now he feels like he’s being backed into a corner.

he feels like he’s being chastised by the one person he craves reassurance from.

“not really. i— okay, like, i know you’re helping me find new trainers and getting me on that creatine bullshit, but.. i need you to tell me i’ll get better, and not just tell me how ‘sad’ it is that i lost…” he scoffs.

you shake your head and huff, your brow furrowed as you feel your heartbeat pick up in pace. he’s never been like this before with you.

“i…” you rub your temple, “im not going to coddle you. that’s not me, it never was. i love you, but im also trying to be a little tough on you here—”

your words reach his ears, but he’s already in his head. his cheeks are flushing red with growing frustration and need, and he shakes his head. he cuts you off.

“nope, no no, no—“ he frowns, looking to your eyes, “i, god, i just need you to be a little sympathetic..! it’s like, i beat myself up enough already WITHOUT you getting on my back—!”

“Art,” you try to calm him down and bring him back, feeling attacked by his words and expectations, but he’s spiraling fast.

“—and it’s so frustrating to get off the courts and have that sinking feeling in my gut because i KNOW that you’re gonna get this disappointed look on your face like you think i’m a lost cause..!”

the tips of his ears are pink and he’s not even looking at you anymore. you scoff, shaking your head as you study his fidgeting frame while his hands raise to gesture to his invisible complaints.

“—i just need you to be a little compassionate with me from time to time, is that fucking wrong?”

“Art—“ you say, your tone firmer and louder, but he’s still rambling on.

“like, fuck! i can’t take it sometimes..! i really can’t, you just— i’m—“ he leans over the table, his elbows propping up his palms so that he can push his forehead into them, “i’m so tired, and i feel like nothing is ever gonna be enough to satisfy you—!”

“ARTEMIS..!”

your stern shout of his full name snaps him so fast out of his stupor that he nearly gets dizzy. it rings through his ears and clings to his throat, sliding down and burning in his chest. you never use his name like that. not unless he’s really, truly messed up..

he lifts his head in an instant, and the look on your face is what does it. the pain, the hurt, the confusion, the guilt, the anger. it’s written all over your features and it’s overwriting all of his perfect memories of your happy, beautiful image. he did this. he made you feel like you weren’t doing enough.. and all because he’s struggling with his own emotions so badly that he can’t bottle them up anymore.

he swallows the lump in his throat, desperately trying not to fall apart, but it’s far too late for that now.

he feels the sting in his eyes and the heat creeping up his neck, and then a choked-off sob escapes his lips before he can stop the tears from spilling. they roll down his cheeks and then he’s leaning back in his chair and covering his face with his hands.

and now your own breathing has stopped. you stand up from your chair and walk over to his side, knowing that he needs you more now than ever. even if he just criticized your character for a good long while. he needs you.

you place a hand on his upper back as it shakes, and his shoulders hitch as he starts to sob harshly. sniffling and hiccuping as he leans in and pulls his touch from his face to wrap his arms around your waist. he pushes his nose into your stomach; aching cries being muffled by your shirt.

“i’m, i’m sorry, im so sorry, im sorry, im sorry” he whimpers, his digits fisting the fabric of your top like he’s scared you’ll pull away soon.

your other hand moves up to his short blonde hair, stroking it as you frown and look down to him clinging to you. “shhh…” you whisper

he just shakes his head against your frame and sobs harder, “i didn’t— i didn’t mean it, i—im sorry, i didn’t really—i didn’t mean any of that, im just so—“

“tell me…” you say gently, tenderly, but it only makes him feel worse. he thinks he doesn’t deserve your kindness after all he just said.

“i’m so… s-sad..” he sobs softly and painfully, like he’s been holding it in for years. like he’s a young kid back at the mark rebellato tennis academy and he just lost an important match for the first time. the disappointment on patrick’s face. the guilt making him cower slightly while the other doubles team shrieks with victory. all of it. everything he’s ever done to make you or someone else feel let down. it’s all coming out now. and he can’t stop it.

his words cause your heart to shatter, and you slowly stroke the back of his head before you lean down to kiss the top of it, “oh, baby,” you whisper, concern and sympathy lacing your syllables. art sniffles.

“i’m sorry.”

you shake your head and whisper down to him, “i get it.. i.. i’m so sorry that i didn’t know you were dealing with all of this…”

“… well, i didn’t say anything.”

“i should have pressed harder when i realized you seemed more quiet around the apartment.”

“it’s not your fault.”

“it’s not yours either, art..”

he squeezes his eyes shut tight, two more fat tears slipping down. he nods, even if he doesn’t believe that he agrees.

two more kisses grace the top of his head, and then he’s pulling back and lifting his face to look up to yours. his eyes are lidded and red, his nose tinted the same hue, and he sniffles once more. cheeks streaked with salty regret. his hands slide up your lower back, his chin on your abdomen, “… thank you…

… i love you.”

[princessbrunette]

kitty!reader had been curbing the craving for a tantrum all day.

jj had been tolerant — bless his soul. the attitude you’d been holding onto was lethal, huffing and puffing at any chance with the most poisonous tongue all because he’d woken you up from a nap for seemingly no other reason that ��let’s go hang with the pogues today!’

you didn’t want to hang with the pogues. you wanted to take a nap and continue drooling on your boyfriends arm.

his patience only lasts so long, and before you know it he’s trying to have it out with you — get to the root of the issue so he could solve whatever problem it was that had you like this. as the conversation unfolds, he starts to realise that you’d caused all this commotion purely because you were tired.

“like — if i acted the way you’re actin’ right now everytime i was tired, babe — john b would’a smacked the shit out’a me by now. okay? i need you to like get it together or something. damn.” he rants, whipping off his hat as he steps into your bedroom to run a hand through matted blonde hair.

you feel that familiar irritation bubble up in your chest at his response. “you’re being so mean, jayj. you literally hate me.” you have nothing left in the tank but meaningless jabs and it was clear — your boyfriend rolling his eyes with a smirk. “don’t tell me to get it together.”

“first of all shut up. second of all yeah, i could have been nicer but you did call me an asshole for suggesting you take a nap. an asshole.” he’s quick to reiterate.

“i already explained why i can’t do that.” you frown, crossing your arms over your chest.

“and it makes no sense. but whatever.” he shrugs. unable to control yourself anymore, you all but growl — shoving and smacking at his chest a couple of times before backing off. “oh that’s what you wanna do, mama? alright.” he laughs. laughs at you — and you only get more mad.

you stand on your tiptoes to really get in his face, eyes thinning with a deadly glare (or what you thought was deadly, he thought you looked like a pissed off kitten.) “fuck. you.” it’s practically a challenge, and when you turn away to storm off — you go absolutely nowhere, jj’s thick arm wrapping around your neck and dragging you back to press his body to yours.

“if you insist, sourpuss. your words, not mine.” he starts to ruck up your skirt, kicking your legs open. you mewl, still angry and whiny and even fight him a little bit but he only grips you tighter, lowering his body and bringing his lips to your ear.

“i dunno what’s got into you kittycat but you’re pissin’ me off. if you ain’t gonna drop that attitude im gonna have to force it out of you. that seem fair?” he threatens as his fingers stroke over the material of your panties making your knees buckle just a little. “think that answers my question. this all you needed?” jj snickers meanly.

approximately seven minutes later and he’s still holding you just like that, but you’re barely able to hold yourself up. with the speed at which his fingers are fucking you, there are loud squelching sounds filling the room alongside your own whines. you’d practically melted into his body, teary eyes squeezed shut as he brutally fucks an orgasm out of you.

“shit, bae — all that talkin’ before and now you can’t say a word. s’what you get when you let papa j take all that stress away, huh?”

[damiansgoodgirll]

Hi! i'm from Italy too :) how are you? could I maybe get a Damian priest x reader smut, maybe their engaged and did a little bit of drinking to celebrate their engagement, now she's puking and he's fine (lol). and later in the day when she's okay, they celebrate the engagement in 'other ways?' if you do, thank you so much!

hi from italy sister 🇮🇹💘 im good !

damian priest x reader

likes, comments and reblogs are always appreciated!!

‼️mention of alcohol, vomiting, smut, soft!damian, dom!damian, needy reader, overstimulation, aftercare, general smut so stay away kids‼️

my forever celebration

“i can’t believe i’m so sick…” you whispered. your throat dry and burning as few tears fell from your eyes. damian sitting behind you holding your hair up, laughing at you for being too dramatic.

you just celebrated your engagement with your friends and family and maybe - maybe - you drank a little too much. but if not now, when? hopefully, damian was your first and last husband and hopefully that was your first and last engagement party, so you had every right to celebrate and have fun the way you wanted.

damian drank too but he wasn’t as much wasted as you were. you didn’t know how he did it, being sober after all the beers and cocktails he had but somehow he even managed to drive you back home without causing any car crash.

you, on the other hand, were completely drunk. you mumbled stupid thing during the whole ride back home and even if you tried to be serious, damian couldn’t hold back his laughs.

then you started walking around your house as if you were looking for something in particular but in reality you were just wandering around with nowhere to go. then damian had to catch you when you almost fell from the stairs. to your defence, your heels were too high to be worn inside the house. and lastly, damian was behind you when you ran to the toilet and puked all the alcohol you had in your body.

“i think it was the salmon” you said, referring to the salmon chips you had, making damian laughing even more as one of his hands were gently rubbing your back “don’t laugh…” you tried to be mad but you couldn’t, if you weren’t so drunk, you would probably be laughing too.

“i’m pretty sure it was the tequila you had, or the wine, or the two beers you shared with rhea…wait, maybe it was the margarita you had when you said you weren’t going to drink anymore” damian joked, making you laugh.

as you calmed down, you quickly cleaned the toilet and brushed your teeth while damian got you an aspirin, a glass of water and some snacks for you to eat.

“thank you…” you whispered, taking all he was giving you.

you weren’t even married yet and he was already a perfect husband.

he smiled at you “do you need help changing?”

“please…i’m too tired, i could sleep naked” you huffed, throwing yourself on the bed.

“i wouldn’t mind” he smirked at you as he moved to the closet and grabbed one of his t-shirt, knowing how much you loved wearing his clothes “here…stand up amor” he said and you did as he told you. standing up in front of him, he helped you removing the white dress you were wearing, letting it fall on the floor. his breath caught in his throat as he saw the white lingerie you were wearing underneath the dress. you saw how hesitant he was and before he could do or say something, you brought his hands over your bra, letting him feel the soft material on your skin.

“you’re gonna remove it or not?” you teased him, trying to be in control.

“you’re gonna be the death of me hermosa…” he whispered. his eyes never leaving your face as he seductively moved closer to your body. his hands found the back of your bra and in less than a second you were standing half naked in front of him.

you saw him smiling at you and before you could say anything you saw him taking his t-shirt and put it on your body.

“what?” you wondered, pretty sure you were about to fuck “get naked damian…” you whispered making him laugh.

“you’re drunk baby, and even if i wanted to, not tonight…” he smiled, kissing your lips softly before moving to undress himself and get ready for bed.

you pouted, seeing how he was already laying under the sheets and waiting for you to get in bed next to him.

giving up, you laid next to him. he moved you closer to his body so now your head was laying on his muscular chest.

after vomiting all you had left, you weren’t drunk anymore - maybe your head was hurting a little but you definitely weren’t drunk.

you closed your eyes as you tried to fall back asleep as damian was finishing whatever book he liked to read before sleeping but your mind was still awake, thinking of anything instead of shutting down and sleeping. his heart beat was almost like a lullaby - at least, most of the times - but not tonight, it wasn’t helping the fact that you were laying over his naked chest and all he was wearing was a pair of boxers.

you just finished celebrating with your family and friends and you knew it was unfair to you if damian wasn’t gonna take care of you. you were needy, you were horny, you were sure your panties were drenched and instead of fucking you, damian was reading a book.

the glasses he was wearing made him ten times more attractive and you couldn’t help to smile seeing how attentive he was as he was reading.

half an hour passed and you weren’t tired, not at all. you probably shifted twenty times in bed, trying to slow your arousal down but the ache between your legs started to burn and you were feeling uncomfortable.

your fiancé was very into the book and you felt guilty about disturbing him but he caused the problem and he was going to fix it “damian…” your soft voice called him.

he smiled, looking down at you “si mi vida?”

“fuck me…” you said again, hoping that he would listen to you this time.

he laughed - again - and shook his head no “amor, not tonight…you’re drunk” he smiled at you. he wanted to fuck you, he really wanted to but he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation.

“damian please…it burns” you grabbed his hand and held it over your panties, he could feel how wet you were already “i need it so bad, papi…” you kept eye contact knowing that it always drove him crazy.

damian thought for a second before throwing the book somewhere in the room, his glasses as well and he took a second to pin you down underneath his warm body “promise me you gonna sleep after this?” he whispered making you smile and nod your head “can’t believe you’re so needy tonight” he laughed.

he fucked you good last night, and the night before, and probably the day before too. he was obsessed with you. he was obsessed with your body. he knew your body better than anyone, better than you. he knew how to drive you crazy, how to make you cum in less than five minutes or how to torture and edge you until you’re crying.

“it’s your fault…” you mumbled as his lips softly pressed against your collarbone, leaving soft bites .

he laughed against your neck “my fault?”

“yes…”

“how so?” he moved to look you in the eyes.

“you’re a tease…you undressed me, then you teased me, then you laid half naked next to me and you looked so fucking hot with those glasses…it’s entirely your fault” you whispered as damian was staring attentively at you.

he laughed. a genuine laugh. “then let me fix it for you baby…” he whispered before his hands moved to lift your shirt so your breasts were exposed to his sight “you’re always so beautiful baby” he said taking a good look at you. your eyes were closed and your lips partially opened.

his fingers moved to tease your nipples making them hard and ready for him. a soft whimper escaped your lips, a smirk present on his face.

as his hands moved lower, he gently moved your panties to the side and brought a finger over your folds, feeling how wet you already were “is it all for me?” he asked, already knowing the answer. you frantically nodded, just waiting for his touch.

“take them off please…” you whispered, trying to take your panties off only to be stopped by damian’s hands.

he usually was the one in charge - if you told him to do something he would always do the opposite just to tease you - but tonight he was caving under your touch, seeing how desperate you were already, he didn’t want to tease you to the point where you could ending up upset or mad with him. so he did as you said, quickly removing your panties and leaving your naked pussy under his gaze.

“i’m still not used to this” he whispered, seeing how you were already dripping.

you chuckled “well, get use to it because i’m yours forever…”

damian couldn’t actually believe that he got so lucky to find someone like you. you were everything he ever dreamed of. but due to this hard work and being away from home so often he thought that you would never gave him a real chance and he was very surprised when you were the first one to propose about a relationship. he’s been yours since then.

pressing a soft kiss over your thighs, he knew you were in no mood for teasing.

“dam…papi, i want your dick” you whimpered feeling his lips against the soft of your skin “please…”

“uh uh baby, remember who’s in control” his lips moved closer to your core “i’ll give you what you want really soon, just let me enjoy this first” he whispered laying his tongue over your clit. he had to hold your hips down with his muscular arm cause you couldn’t stop squirming. his movements were slow but steady, alternating from kisses and bites, your clit was already throbbing and stimulated.

“damian…fuck…just like that—please” maybe it was because you were already so horny and wet, but it took you less than five minutes to cum in damian’s mouth. your legs shaking as damian didn’t stop there but he gently brought his middle finger over your entrance, slowly thrusting it “oh fuck…” you moaned, trying to close your legs but damian stopped you from doing so.

“you being a brat…now you take what i give you baby” damian smirked, licking your clit as his finger was moving fast inside of you.

your legs couldn’t stop shaking as the next orgasm was already approaching you. coming with a soft cry, damian’s name left your lips as he softly moved his finger from your dripping hole to his lips, not getting enough of your taste even if he had just licked your clit for about fifteen minutes.

his lips moved delicately over your skin, from your stomach to your breast and back over your neck. making you feel loved and safe.

“i want you papi…” you whimpered, clearly not enough satisfied. damian laughed, seeing how much stamina you had left. he wasn’t going to say no this time, and seeing by his already hardened length in his boxers, you could see he wanted you too.

quickly, he removed the only piece of clothing that was keeping him from being naked and your eyes grew seeing his already swollen red tip. moving between your legs, he brought his shaft between your folds, collecting your juices and teasing your overstimulated clit. groaning at the contact, he knew he was going to explode if he didn’t feel you now.

open your legs a little more, allowing him to adjust himself, you felt his tip stretching you out. thrusting in your core slowly, making you feel every inch of him. groaning in your ear as his lips left wet kisses underneath your ear.

“oh fuck…mhh, fuck damian, i missed you so much” you left a soft whimper once he was fully inside of you. trying to hold a laugh back, he couldn’t actually believe how horny you were since he fucked you less than 24 hours ago.

he gave you time to adjust and when you nodded that he could move, he started thrusting slowly, in and out of you, almost as if he was teasing you.

“you sure you can take it?” damian whispered against your neck. knowing that he already made you cum twice, he didn’t want to hurt you or to make you feel uncomfortable so it was important for him to check in with you.

“fuck yes, faster papi, please…” you nodded, waiting for damian to unleash the animal he was.

he obeyed, just because you looked so pretty as he was making you feel good. naked, under his body while a few tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

thrusting faster, he hit easily your spot, making you clench around his length. damian groaned when he felt how tight you were “fuck hermosa, don’t do that…i warned you” but as soon as you did it again, damian wasted no time in slapping your ass cheek “what did i say? turn around, ass up, face down…”

quickly moving and doing as he said, the new position making you feel ten times more how damian thrusted in you. his hands keeping you steady from your hips so you wouldn’t squirm so much.

“oh shit, like that papi…” you moaned, trying to keep it low but the way he was constantly hitting your spot was making it hard for you to stay calm.

“you coming for me uh?” he whispered in your ear, sending shiver down your spine “i can feel how close you are baby, you coming for your papi?” and the moment his brought one of his fingers over your clit, you couldn’t keep it anymore and with a loud cry you came all over damian’s dick.

“oh fuck, fuck, fuck damian…” you moaned as he kept hitting your spot, sending a burning sensation through your body “shit…” but he wasn’t stopping , because as he said before , you were going to take everything he was willing to give you.

“come one last time around me…” his voice moaned, his rough finger never stopped moving over your swollen clit, making you frantically clench around his shaft as you came for the fourth time that night. a silence cry but audible for damian as he came spilling inside of you.

your own body collapsed into the comfort of the bed and damian, still inside of you, gently moved your body around to turn you. gently removing himself from you, he saw how good his cum mixed with your arousal, leaking from your core and falling over your thighs.

“are you okay pretty girl?” he asked, looking up at you and seeing how peaceful you looked.

“yes, more than okay…” smiling you said.

he took a wipes from his nightstand and gently cleaned all the remaining cum between your legs. throwing it away somewhere in the room, his only priority was you “did i hurt you?”

“no…absolutely not, thank you for that” seeing how happy you were made his heart pound faster “i want you to lay next to me baby”

“as you wish mi amor” gently smiling at you, he moved so you could lay down on his body “are we sleeping naked?” he asked and you nodded yes.

“we are ready for round two tomorrow morning” you tiredly yawned before closing your eyes, making him laugh.

“you’re insatiable, you know that?” he whispered making you say a soft yes before you finally drifted off to sleep.

admiring how peaceful you were, damian closed his eyes too and fell asleep, definitely dreaming of you.

[miguelhugger2099]

Omg first off LOVE!!! your wiring literally *chef’s kiss* imagine Miguel x reader suggestive smut where they’ve been both super busy and haven’t had time for each other and tension has been building up to this point.

Worth the Wait

nonie im gonna sob. not only was i so excited to see you be my first ask, this is also my first ever written smut!! aaaa im so nervous so please have mercy !! i jumped on my laptop as soon as i saw this and its so late right now haha im a little tired but i didnt want you to wait at all !! im not sure if i wrote too much or too little lol regardless i really hope you enjoy and if not i'm more than happy to make something else and thank you sososo much for the compliment <3333 the ask wasnt specified if it was fem!reader or not so i made it gn!reader just in case <3 Miguel x GN!Reader, Smut, too embarrassed to proofread it, Word Count: 3,681

“Hey, Miguel, do you think you could stay late tonight? Boss wants you in the lab for testing.” A short woman popped her head in his room, her hair neatly tucked in a high bun. Miguel stopped his pacing in his office, his glasses lifted on his head using it as a headband to pull back his fringe. He placed the beakers in his hands down and took off his gloves while ruby eyes glanced at the clock on the wall. He was supposed to leave in a couple minutes.

Miguel’s eyebrows scrunched up, tsking under his breath and turning to look at the woman. “Can’t someone else be there? Peter can oversee it instead.” He pleaded, exasperated. She gave him a sympathetic look and sighed.

“Sorry, Miguel. He specifically asked for you.” Not wanting to be the bearer of bad news anymore, she slipped out the door and shut it behind her, leaving Miguel to groan and slump his shoulders. He stared up at the ceiling and closed his eyes, breathing in and out to calm his anger. It seemed like these days all he ever did was overtime at work. He fiddled with the golden band around his left ring finger, his other hand twirling it mindlessly for some comfort and also a silent apology to you.

His heart ached as he made his way to his desk, picking up his phone and dialing your number. He licked his lips while he brought the phone up to his ear. Miguel wasn’t prepared to hear your voice, happy and hopeful and only be met with disappointment.

“Miggy?” You answer happily. A small smile forms on Miguel’s face.

“H-hey, baby. You doing alright?” He asked, taking a seat on his swivel chair and leaning back to stare at the photo of you two on his desktop.

“Yeah! Yeah, I’m finishing up dinner. Are you on your way home?”

Miguel’s smile dropped a bit, realizing once more why he had called in the first place. “Um, about that, mi corazón. I have to–”

“You have to stay the night, don’t you?” You cut him off, disappointment evident in your voice. Miguel’s heart clenched at the sound.

“I…I do. Believe me, I don’t have a choice or I’d be there in a heartbeat.”

“It’s okay, really. I’m not mad or anything. This month has been hectic for both of us. I just… I just miss you is all.” You speak softly over the phone. He missed you more. He wanted to be there.

“Lo siento, bebé. You know how much I hate being away from you.” He apologized. “How about tomorrow, huh? I have off. We can go out and get a drink. Or maybe stay home? I know how much you love my cooking.” He offered, his heart beating faster at the thought of spending time with you again. That feeling sank when he heard you let out a quick puff of air in annoyance.

“I can’t. I’m working this weekend. Six days in a row,” You rolled your eyes just thinking about it. Your job always had a way of pushing your buttons. Miguel’s jaw clenched as he heard you. Miguel never really liked this recent event of work taking up his time from seeing you. He hated it even more when your job took you away from him. “God, I really thought we’d have tonight together at least.”

Miguel was quick to reassure you. “Hey, hey. Listen. We’ll have a day together. Eventually there’ll be a day for just us–all about us, I promise.”

When Miguel had arrived home, it could barely be even classified as night time with the way the sun had been peeking through the horizon. He dragged his body through the door, a cold home awaiting him. After kicking off his shoes, he dumped his coat and bag on the floor and made his way to the kitchen, eating the leftovers of the dinner you two were supposed to eat together before trudging back to bed. He saw you lying there on your side and he felt exhaustion drag him down.

Miguel slipped in under the covers beside you after striping himself of his clothes, leaving him in his underwear and slipped his arm around you. He pressed your body flushed against his, Miguel’s larger body enveloping yours protectively. His nose buried itself in your neck, his lips grazing your shoulder. His hand rubbed your stomach and then slid up to rub up and down your waist. Sneakily, he ran his hand under your shirt while his lips left small kisses on your neck and shoulder. You stirred awake as you felt the sudden touch of someone else.

Miguel felt you move so he pulled you tighter to him, keeping you caged in that position. “Mig…?” You called out sleepily. You felt something poke you from behind and groaned. Miguel continued to kiss your neck, his teeth coming out to gently nip at the skin making you shiver. He simply hummed his response.

“‘M home.” He murmured. He slowly turned you on your back, towering over you slightly with your leg between his. Miguel’s arm rested by your head while his attacks became more intimate. You leaned your head back, allowing him more access and his other hand on your hip squeezed you in appreciation. You bent your leg up on the bed slightly, your knee caressing his growing bulge in his boxers. Miguel let out a low groan, his hips grinding on you for some friction.

Your hands finally reached up to his hair, curling your fingers around his soft wavy brown locks. Miguel took this as an opportunity to capture your lips with his, muting the soft moans you were letting out. His own knee spread your legs apart, rubbing in between them to add to your pleasure. You felt a jolt of pleasure run down your spine, bucking your hips up instinctively. Miguel sighed against you, his hand on that had been gripping your hip, moved down to the hem of your pajama pants. He teasingly pulled it down, letting it snap back to your body and making you whine. You felt him grin through your kiss. Cheeky bastard.

Before he could ease his hand down your pants, your alarm had blared through the room, shocking the both of you and separating yourselves off each other. Miguel scowled while you clambered up to grab your phone. “The hell was that?” He grunted, displeased with being interrupted. You fumbled with turning it off, placing a hand on your chest to calm your fast beating heart.

“My alarm. I have a morning shift.” You moaned, tossing your phone back on the counter and standing up from the bed. Miguel blinked twice before getting up with you. He reached out his hand to grab yours in an attempt to stop you.

“Woah, woah, hey–what’s the rush?” He asked, turning you around and cupping your cheek. “We can at least have these couple minutes, can’t we?” His voice dropped an octave, leaning down to press a kiss on your cheek. Miguel tried to kiss downwards but you stopped him, albeit unwillingly.

“Amor, you know damn well how Nueva York’s traffic is in the morning. I’m not gonna be late and get my ass in trouble ‘cause you can’t keep it in your pants.” You slipped from his arms with a playful roll of your eyes and walked to the kitchen. Miguel scoffed, slightly offended, his eyes watching you walk away and looking down at your ass.

“Don’t act like you weren’t enjoying it.” He grumbled, looking down at the tent in his boxers wondering what to do with it now.

For the next week, it had been nothing but just pure torture. With the month making you and Miguel work away from each other, this week was stretching that limit. When Miguel worked in the morning, you’d work at night and vice versa. Each time without fail, you managed to slip in a few teasing touches. Waking up Miguel by sitting on his lap and peppering kisses on his cheeks with his hands grinding your hips down on his hardening cock. Miguel cupping your ass and giving it a squeeze when you came home from work while he was on his way out. Both of you were on the brink of breaking by this point. These small acts were supposed to tame the fire within you, not burn it brighter.

Eventually, it was finally your day off after a long weekend. A break from customer service and passing out as soon as you got home. Miguel had work today but he texted earlier that he’d get off on the hour he was supposed to this time around. You felt bad. He’d been working so hard and today had been no different. He took a shift earlier than usual so he could come home earlier without anyone being there to suddenly ask for him to stay. Lord knows he’s pushing those forty hours into overtime.

From the bedroom, you heard the door open, keys jingling as it was turned to unlock it. You got up from the bed and peered out the door, seeing Miguel kicking off his shoes and coat while tossing his bag carelessly on the living room chair. “Welcome home.” You greeted him. He dragged his feet closer to you with his head down, the top buttons on his white button up were popped open, exposing a glimpse of his collarbone. Miguel immediately wraps his arms around you, pulling you in for a comforting hug. You followed suit, hugging him back since you sensed he probably had a rough day. He hummed in response, settling for resting his chin on your head. You stayed like that for a while just holding one another until you felt his hand run under your shirt to feel your soft skin against his calloused hands. They continued up and up your spine until your shirt was lifting up with him. “Miguel.”

“What?” He grumbled. One hand slid down under your pants, getting a quick feel of your ass and pulling your pelvis to him. You gasped and tightened your hold around him, feeling the warmth of arousal ignite in your stomach. “I need to have you. I can’t wait any longer.” His soft touching became more possessive, roughly grabbing your ass and tugging on your shirt and pants.

“Miguel.” You repeated his name, this time in a whimper. Your own hands slipped down his collared shirt and lightly scratched your nails on his large back which made him shiver. He pulled back and you saw his eyes hazed with desire, pupils blown wide.

“Please…” He whispered, his lips brushing up against yours. Your hands fell to his buttoned shirt as you looked up at him. Your heart raced in your chest–the sheer want of having you all to himself finally after weeks was too good to pass up. You nodded and the pleading look on Miguel’s face dropped as he immediately bent down to kiss you. You let out a squeak of surprise between his lips right before giving into his needs and kissing him back.

He tugged your pants down to your ankles before lifting you out of the puddle of clothes and bringing you to the bed. Once you were laid on top, you watched Miguel fumble with his belt. His large hands quickly unhooked the metal making it chime and the soft zipping sound of the leather sliding out his belt loops. He practically ripped himself free from his clothes, not even unbuttoning his shirt and just lifted it up and off his torso. You saw his girthy length, standing tall and proud with a slight red color tinged at his tip while the rest of him was a slighter darker color than his skin. His tip was already oozing with precum. A sight you had always welcomed. It became clear to you that Miguel had been thinking about this for a while–maybe all day. Miguel crawled on top of you, helping you out of your shirt and underwear and kissing you again while his hands roamed your body.

“I’ve waited so long. Did you miss me like how I missed you, cariño?” He sighed between your lips. Your hands clutched his shoulders, one leg hooking around his waist.

“Always.” You whimpered back.

“On your knees. Now.” He growled. You felt your heart skip a beat, another heartbeat going straight to your core. Stumbling, you got off your back and got on your hands and knees like Miguel wanted. This position has always made you flustered. It was both embarrassing and exhilarating not seeing what Miguel could do to you, or even get to put your hands on him–solely relying on feeling.

Perfect timing, his hands met your ass, grabbing them and massaging them. “So perfect,” He murmured. His finger grazed your aching hole where you were the most sensitive, purposefully teasing the nerves on your body. He took pleasure in the way you writhed beneath him, succumbing to his hand. His thick cock rubbed up against you, smearing his leaking fluid on you for even better access. Then ever so slowly, gliding in his fat weeping tip inside and penetrating your walls.

You both moaned in unison. The feeling of being stuffed was like finally feeling that last puzzle piece snap in place. “Uff, fuck–I’ve missed you,” He groaned, his breath shaking as he leaned over your body. His one hand held the headboard in front of him while his other hand held the plushness of your hip tightly. Miguel’s body was shaking as he entered you slowly, stretching you out after a long time of not seeing each other like this. You whimpered, falling from your hands onto your elbows as you shook with him. “Ease up, cariño, así es.” He praised, leaning back to watch his cock disappear inside you. His pride swelled at how easily he seemed to slide in you even after so long, his mouth curling into a sly smirk.

“Mi–guel…” You choked out a moan. You whined and gripped the pillow underneath your head tightly in your fists. You had forgotten just how huge Miguel was, his covered bulge was nothing compared to the real thing. Panting, you heard your heartbeat in your ears, turning your head to rest your cheek on the pillow.

Miguel’s hand left the headboard by this point, choosing instead to rest on your back, running down the curve of your spine to press your head down. You whimpered and clenched around him which made him let out a string of curses under his breath. You felt him push himself to the hilt, his balls gently smacking against the curve of your ass. He groaned, his hand on your head gripped your hair to still himself from pounding you immediately. The two of you stood there, breathing heavily while you felt each other. You could feel him throbbing inside you, twitching ever so softly. Miguel bit his lip to hinder himself from cumming on the spot with your walls convulsing around him, weakly attempting to suck him in deeper.

You wiggled your hips, bucking them back against Miguel with a pathetic whine. “M-move…plea–” You got cut off when Miguel slipped out of you, and then he slammed back inside making you scream and shake. He then began a steady pace, enough for movement but not as quick as you wanted. Still, you mewled and clutched at the sheets while his cock was ravaging your guts. The hand on your hip wrapped around your lower stomach, his bicep flexing as he held your weight up to fuck your from behind.

“Too long. It’s been too fucking long since I’ve fucked this needy hole properly.” Miguel sighed, huffing with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes rolled back and your jaw slacked open. Skin slapping echoed in the room along with the wet smack of sweat between your bodies. It was a symphony of lust and desire. An aching instinct to be reunited like this. You pleaded for more–a little quicker, a little harder– and Miguel who loved you so much didn’t want to deny either of you this ecstasy. He then used both hands to grab onto your hips and started to drag your body back and forth on his dick, drilling himself in you like a toy. Miguel used up all his frustrations of not being able to see you all this time, his eyes drinking in your writhing form while he bucked into you abandonly.

“Yes! Yes! Fuck–Miguel…!” You squealed, involuntarily squeezing him which made me grunt and buck his hips faster. You babbled nonsense while your core bubbled up the feeling of an orgasm. You screwed your eyes shut as you allowed Miguel to hump against you. He leaned over you again, pressing kisses on your back, murmuring things you could barely hear over the sound of your own moans.

Suddenly, Miguel had pulled out again leaving you feeling empty and light headed while the feeling of an impending orgasm disappeared. He let go of you, your hips bouncing on the bed without the support of his strength holding you up. You opened up your eyes, glazed with pleasure and shakily tried to look behind you. Before you could, Miguel took your body and flipped you on your back. It all happened quickly before you could even register what was happening. He took your legs and tugged your body closer to him like a ragdoll. He spread them wide then pressed them up against your chest. You lolled your head up and you saw his fringe had fallen to his forehead, sticking to it with his sweat. His chest was heaving up and down, the glow of the moonlight highlighting the carvings of his muscles perfectly–it made your breath hitch.

Miguel then loomed over you, nuzzling his head into your neck again. You leaned your head to the side making him gain more access to you. His teeth bit your soft flesh, his lips suckling your skin to leave tiny bruises along the side. “Ah–” You squirmed and gasped when you felt Miguel slide back into you again. You quickly wrapped your arms around him, your hand running through his already messy hair. You pressed his head closer, your eyes opening up hazily to stare at the ceiling while Miguel starts his pace again.

“So tight, just f’me, hm? You have no idea how much–” He moaned in between speaking, the lust clouding his mind. “H-how much I needed you. I should’ve just brought you to work, bend you over my desk and fuck you however long I want,” He shuddered at the thought, his hips stuttering while you whimpered and arched your back off the bed. “Oh, you like that?” He grinned, his voice oozing with arrogance. You nodded, your eyes shutting closed again and desperately lifting your hips to match his thrusting.

“Next time, bebé, next time. I promise. You’re doing so, so, good. You feel so good.” He slurred softly, his hips snapped harder, his cock twitching and swelling inside you.

“Mig–Mig–I can’t,” You moaned, your screams getting louder the harder Miguel went. “Oh, god, Miguel!” Miguel kissed you, swallowing all your moans while he slipped his tongue in your mouth. Your eyes rolled back and your legs wrapped around his waist the moment he let go of your thighs. His hands traveled around your body, feeling the shape of your silhouette back into his memory. He grabbed at anything he could hold onto before curling around your ass for a small squeeze.

He pulled away from the kiss, breaths mingling for a moment until Miguel rested his forehead on your shoulder. Your hands raked down his back and you dug your nails into his giant back, leaving streaks of red in their wake from scratching him. He moaned from it–the pain only adding to his pleasure-fueled mind. Miguel peppered kisses on your shoulder, making his way down to your chest.

“Miguel, I’m so close–so, so close…” You whimpered.

“I know, ángel, me… me too. Solo enfocate en mí, hm? Just let me have you.” He pleaded, his rough moans turning into whimpering as he neared his end. You responded with a weak ‘uh-huh’ then clinging onto Miguel for support.

He murmured in a jumble of Spanish and English, his breath hot on your neck while you screamed and pleaded for more, how good it felt, anything to get both of you going. Miguel lifted your lower half up, relentlessly pounding into you while he cursed lowly, burying his head in your shoulder again. You felt the bubble in your abdomen about to snap.

“Miguel, I–!” You tried warning him but instead the waves of your orgasm flooded your body, cumming on Miguel and making a mess between your legs. You twitched around him, milking his cock for all it’s worth. Your legs shook until you went limp, fucked out of your mind. Miguel whined, speeding up to catch his own release.

“Fuck–!” He moaned, feeling his cock pump out his creamy fat load inside you, painting your walls white. Miguel’s entire body tensed up, stilling up against you while he slowly came down from the high. His strokes gradually slowed down, pumping the final ropes of cum, while he softened inside you, huffing and puffing with you. He shakily but carefully pulled out of you after a few moments. You whimpered when he completely left you with a soft wet shlick.

Miguel fell beside you, exhausted and spent. Still, he reached for you, bringing your shivering body in his arms. You curled yourself in his chest weakly, feeling his hand play with your hair. He kissed your forehead, basking in each other's afterglow. He brought the covers up over you two for some extra warmth.

“I’ll…get us cleaned up in the morning…” He huffed with a tired smile. You grunted in response, too numb to speak but satisfied nonetheless.

can you tell this is my first smut? hahaaaa dontanswerthatillcry

[itsangelll]

hiii I was wondering if I could get some headcanons of how the twins would be in bed 🙏

tyyyy

A/n:OOO OKAY I LIKE THIS also UH THANK YOU MY CUTIES FOR GETTING MY LAST FIC AT 200 NOTES I LOVE YOU ALL SO MUCH AND IM ALMOST AT 400 FOLLOWERS YOU ALL ARE SO SO CUTE AND KIND MWAH MWAH.

summary: what the request is

warnings:uh mentions of sex just basically don’t read if you’re not comfortable just scroll.

don’t steal or copy my works

Under 15 Dni

Gender Neutral reader!!

TOM KAULITZ

-now we all know how this mf has done it with many women ain’t they all lucky.

-this man I swear he could go on for hours yeah you could be tired but him? oh no he will go on and on 5 hours he’d be tired.

-this man would fuck you so dumb like genuinely

-he’d make your eyes roll back

-definitely have hickeys all over your body, or bruises from his hands cause he just loves to grip your hips

-would he fuck out his frustration with you? Oh yeah is he gonna be gentle no.

-this man loves your nipples while he’s fucking you he’d suck them till their all sore <3

-bet this guy has a damn choking kink if he’s mad like if you were the one that pissed him off man would QUITE literally be almost strangling you not meaning too he’s just that pissed off while he’d be saying: “You’re really fucking quiet now? can’t even say a word without being a blabbering mess. Guess I’ll just have to fuck you even harder, Till my name is the only thing you can remember in that pretty head of yours.”

-he loves rough sex but sometimes he’d love just lazy sex if you too don’t wanna go too hard at it.

-expect a lot degrading and praising who knows what’s gonna come out of his mouth

-he’d be so good with aftercare after he knows how to do it well.

-make out sessions with him are the absolute best

-can’t lie if your riding him I bet I swear to god he will whine and whimper don’t even joke with me he is a top but he completely melts when you’re riding him

BILL KAULITZ

-now now bill ugh god he’d be so sweet with you during sex kissing your neck face anywhere he can reach.

-he’d be telling you how good you feel just praising the absolute shit out of you you’d end up blushing cause of how sweet he is.

-Now this man is a kinky person lord he’d let you be top.

-gentle sex with him is the best just taking it soft and slow

-would bill be into pegging? Yes. Would he let you peg him yes.

-I bet he’d like to be handcuffed to the bed you know while you’re just teasing him till theirs some tears in his eyes poor thing.

-you’d both fuck each other dumb at this point you’d both be breathless.

-He could go on for hours just like Tom could till you couldn’t take it anymore

-AWWWH NOW DURING SEX HE’D HOLD HANDS WITH YOU ITS THE SWEETEST SHIT EVER LIKE UGH.

-sometimes you guys just want to have lazy sex since bill is always on tour.

-hmm I feel like he’d be the type to maybe like just call if he’s really desperate to hear your voice while he’s horny.

-he’s amazing with aftercare asking if you’re okay if he went too hard kissing you cuddling you and vice versa.

-I feel like he wouldn’t mind leaving hickeys on your neck either

-leave scratch marks on his back oh he’d like that.

A/n:okay well I’ve got no idea for a fic so send requests in guys!! I love you all mwah mwah

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[wzrd-wheezes]

Riled up. remus lupin x reader

I got it, Remus and reader fighting because she’s complaining about something and he’s in a mood because the full moon is soon and he’s all riled up about it, end it with either smut or fluff I don’t mind either ;)

AN - no this is the smuttiest thing I've ever written so I hope this is okay and not too filthy jsjjfjs. If there's one thing about me.. if ur gonna give me the option to end it with fluff or smut - im gonna end it with smut every time.

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Warnings: kinda toxic!remus like hes just a bit of a prick in this, n this is not a good example of a good relationship. a whole load of sex, daddy kink, choking, smoking and the like. as always minors dni and wrap it before you tap it. Enjoy!

“Remus, you know I hate it when you smoke like that.” Y/N said, looking over to her boyfriend that was chain smoking cigarettes on the balcony of their apartment. 

“And I hate it when you nag at me about it, love.” he replied, tapping ash into the ashtray next to him, “yet, you continue to do it.” 

“I’m just worried about you. There’s no need to jump down my throat about it.” she scowled, turning around and taking a large sip from her coffee. 

“God forbid I want to do something that calms me down when the full moon is soon,” he stubbed his cigarette out harshly, as if to make a point, the glass ashtray rattling against the table with the sheer force of it.  

“Oh, grow up, Remus,” Y/N spat, the grip on her mug tightening as she spoke, “You act like you’re still a fucking teenager sometimes.” She walked over to the kitchen and slammed her mug down on the counter. She hated it when he got like this. The days leading up to the full moon made Remus impossible. He was constantly tired and grumpy. He didn’t have a great temper at the best of times but the full moon only heightened it. It also didn’t help that Remus not sleeping meant that Y/N hadn’t been sleeping, resulting in them both being extremely irritable.  

She heard his footsteps approaching the kitchen and swiftly made an exit, shutting herself in their bedroom.  

“You can’t avoid me all day, darling.” he called out. Even though she couldn’t see him, she just knew that he had that cocky grin on his face. The one that made her feel weak at the knees. The same grin that Remus knew could get him out of anything. They could be arguing and he would flash her that smile and it was as if she couldn’t be mad at him anymore. It infuriated her that he knew exactly how to get her. Y/N sighed, knowing that he was right and opened the door. 

Remus was stood on the other side, leaning against the doorframe, cigarette hanging from his mouth.  

“See? I knew it wouldn’t take you long to come around,” he grinned.  

“It’s like you’re purposefully trying to wind me up today. I fucking hate it when you smoke inside,” she sneered, “and you can wipe that fucking grin off your face as well.”  

“Aw, don’t be like that, baby.” he smirked, leaning back against the wall and taking a drag of his cigarette. “You’re getting all upset over nothin-.”  

He didn’t even have chance to finish his sentence before Y/N had stormed off. She made it all of five steps before Remus swiftly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back. 

“Don’t fucking walk away from me when I’m talking to you.” 

“Talking?” she let out a laugh, “You’re such a condescending prick sometimes, you know that?”  

“And you’re a whiny, little, brat sometimes.” he barked, his voice significantly louder now. 

“Fuck you.” 

As fast as lightning Remus had flipped them round so that Y/N’s back was pressed against the wall. Remus had one had above her head, bracing himself on the wall as he towered over her. The grin that was plastered on his face had disappeared. His jaw was clenched and his lips were pressed into a line.  

“You need to watch your fucking mouth before I have to do something about it,” he said roughly, his fingers tangling in her hair.  

“Oh, really?” she retorted, “what are you gonna do about it?” 

 Just as quickly as he did before, he flipped them back around and roughly shoved her down on to her knees. Y/N let out a gasp as her knees hit the floor and she looked up at her boyfriend. 

“What? Cat got your tongue?” Remus goaded, the infamous smirk back on his face. 

“Not at all,” Y/N smirked back at him, reaching up to unzip his jeans. Remus smiled down at her as he leaned against the wall. Y/N took his dick out and eagerly put it in her mouth. 

“Atta girl,” Remus grumbled, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it, “Look so pretty down there with my cock in your mouth.”  

He took a drag of his cigarette while she sucked him off, lazily grabbing a handful of her hair to keep her in place. Letting out a groan, he leaned his head back against the wall, cigarette hanging from his lips as her began fucking her mouth. 

“That’s it, baby. Can’t whine with my cock in your mouth, can you?” he chuckled darkly, “Jus’ what little brats like you need, isn’t it?” 

Y/N looked up at him, tears streaming from her eyes. Remus pulled himself out of her mouth. Her lips were swollen and drool was running down her chin. 

“Fuck, you’re so fucking gorgeous,” Remus whined, “Gonna be a good girl and let me fuck that pretty pussy of yours, yeah?” 

“Remus, pleas-” 

“S’not my name, baby.” 

“Please, daddy.” she whined 

He smiled down at her smugly and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her into the bedroom. He threw her roughly on the bed, and she scrambled to remove her clothes, throwing them in a heap on the floor. Remus followed suit, his belt dropping to the floor with a clatter as he threw his jeans down. Y/N was spread out on the bed, looking at him needily as he stood over her. Remus dropped to his knees at the edge of the bed, grabbing her ankles and dragging her down the bed roughly so that her core was level with his face.  

“Dripping already, baby?” he mused, “Haven’t even touched you yet. If I knew you’d get this turned on just from sucking my cock, I’d have you do it more often.” 

“Can you stop being a cocky little shit and just fuck me already,” Y/N moaned. 

Remus looked at her, grin instantly disappearing from his face.  

“You just don’t learn, do you?” he snapped, “always have to be such a brat.” 

Pulling her underwear to the side, he plunged two fingers inside of her, drawing a sharp gasp from her lips. If there was one thing about Remus, it was that he knew exactly what to do to get his girlfriend going. He knew exactly how to make her tick and he prided himself on the fact that he could bring her to the edge in a matter of minutes. He licked at her clit as he pumped his fingers inside of her, smirking against her as he listened to her moans. 

“Please, daddy, I’m close, I’m-” 

He withdrew his fingers abruptly, wiping them on her thigh. Y/N let out a loud gasp. 

“You fucking dick.” she groaned. 

“Watch your fucking mouth. I won’t tell you again.”  

“I just need yo-”  

He cut her off, quickly removing her panties and shoving them in her mouth. Y/N whined in protest, her eyes widening in shock. 

“I won’t tell you again. You better keep those in that pretty mouth until I tell you to take them out, understand?” she nodded in response.  

“Good girl.” 

Remus positioned himself between her legs, looking down at her as he lined himself up. With one fluid motion he was inside her, letting out a deep groan as he felt her clench around him.  

“Feel so fucking good baby. Take my cock so well.”  

He wasted no time and began fucking into her roughly. His hips snapping against her at a quickening pace. Y/N’s moaned were like a drug to him and he couldn’t get enough. He thought that she sounded so pretty when she was whimpering underneath him, the panties in her mouth feebly trying to stifle her moans. She reached up to wrap her arms around him, legs trembling as she chased her high. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand. He smirked as she clenched around him, her moans getting louder and louder. 

“You close, baby?” he asked, looking down at the girl laying beneath him. Y/N nodded frantically and moaned through the makeshift gag. He thrust into her roughly a few more times before pulling out of her again. “Didn’t think I’d let you cum that easy, did you?”  

He reached down pulling the panties from her mouth and tossing them on the floor. He manoeuvred her roughly so that she was on her knees with her face pressed against the mattress. Once again, he entered her, grabbing handfuls of her arse as he fucked her. He smacked his hand against the flesh sharply, earning a loud moan from Y/N, and leaving a large hand print on her skin. Remus’ thrusts became more sloppy as he reached his own climax, reaching round to pull Y/N up so her back was flush against his chest.  

“Want you to look at me when you cum, baby. Gonna come on my cock, yeah?” he said gruffly. 

“Y-yes, daddy.” she let out a strained moan, “so close.”  

Her eyes all but glazed over as she reached her peak, seeing stars as she clenched around him. Remus wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her in place as he fucked into her. Letting a strangled moan, came inside her, her body going limp against him. 

“Fuck.” she gasped. 

“You okay?” he asked, collapsing on the bed and pulling her towards him. 

“More than okay.” she smiled, her eyes fluttering shut as she snuggled into him. 

[atinyniki]

dear (ex)lover.

group: stray kids !

pairing: idol!kim seungmin x f!reader

genre: pure angst, letter

warnings + additional info: seungmin is referred to as seungmin and min, seungmin was (and still is) a dick, seungmin is a player, seungmin led reader on, reader reminisces the past, reader blames seungmin for the downfall of their relationship (rightfully so), reader has past trauma from relationships, mentions of waiting till marriage, reader has body image issues, reader has been depressed, reader has trust issues, reader misses seungmin, just a really really sad angsty letter, intended lowercase, written in letter format.

authors note: okay. im so sorry for this... this is also not proofread. english is not my first language, so please excuse any grammatical or spelling errors. happy reading :)

wc: 1033

dear lover,

why don’t we talk anymore? i remember, you told me i was your best friend once. i remember, i was your best friend before i was your lover. i understand, your love for me is gone now, but weren’t we supposed to be friends? didn’t you tell me we could go back to the way it was? so why don’t you talk to me? why do you avoid my eyes when you see me? why do you ignore my texts?

why do you only speak to me when it’s convenient for you?

i remember when i first opened up to you, my love. i told you i didn’t fit in with the group. i didn't think you needed me, and i didn’t think the others did either. you told me you didn’t know you needed me until i was in your life. do you still need me? why did you love me like that if you were just going to ghost me in the end? we talked about so much. you bought me my wedding ring. i wore my heart on my sleeve for you. you gave me a promise ring. why did you break your promise? why did you write so many love letters to me, knowing that you were leaving in the end?

what did i do to be treated like this? i should have been better to you, right? it’s my fault, right? i had to have done something… right? what did i do? i can do better, i can. i can be a better friend, i promise. you were my first real friend. you held me when things were hard. i need you to hold me once more. you always did my hair all nice to distract me. i miss when you’d braid it. you even played with my stuffed animals with me. you were the first person who accepted me for me.

why don’t you like me anymore? why am i always the one to approach you? did you only speak to me because i spoke to you first? was this all one-sided and you only spoke to me because i annoyed you till you replied? i didn’t know. i didn’t know that i was being annoying. i didn’t realize it. i thought you wanted me too. i’ve been having nightmares again. you told me you’d be there. it’s funny, isn’t it? you promised you’d always be there, but now you’re the cause of them. you broke my trust. you fucked up, and i forgave you. again and again, i forgave you. i took you back for every mistake you made.

why did you take my heart for granted? why did you break me like this? am i unlovable? did you grow tired of me? could you not stand me anymore like the others? the boys told me what you said about me. what you said about my body. i know i don’t look the same anymore, but can’t you still love me? am i really all that different now? or maybe you just don’t want someone who rots in bed all day. yeah, they told me that part too. maybe you couldn’t deal with my past trauma. i’ve lost people in the past like i lost you before. you told me you wouldn’t leave me. not the way they did, at least. but you did. you left, and you ruined me in the process.

maybe i am unlovable. maybe this was meant to happen. was it for the better? did you mean it when you said you loved me those last nights we spent together? did you find it fun? breaking my heart? was it nice to watch me fall apart that night on my bedroom floor? was it fun to use my own pain against me? was it fun telling me it was my fault? did it take some of your guilt away?

i’m mad at you, still.

but a part of me still loves you. a part of me still wants to forgive you, and i don’t know why. i shouldn’t, i know. you don’t deserve my forgiveness. you don’t deserve anything i have to offer. but i still want to forgive you. i still want to love you like i used to. i still want to tell you that im here for you, and i still want to hold you while we fall asleep. i still want to brush away your tears, and i still want to do your skincare for you. but you’re fading away from my life. i don’t know the person i fell in love with anymore, because they aren’t you. i miss his sweet voice, and i miss his melting touch. i miss the sound of his heartbeat, and i miss his heart. but it’s always going to be you, isn’t it? it’s always been you. you’re the person i love most, but the feelings are fading away too. i want to keep them with me. i want to hold it all so tight that your love can’t escape anymore, but you’re gone. you’re gone, and you took my heart with you.

i’m sorry. was i not good enough for you? i wish i could have been the one for you. i don’t know if i’m allowed to say it, but i miss you, min. i miss our late night laughter, i miss our runs to the coffee shop. i miss the bond we had. where did it go? why am i the only one putting effort into this stupid friendship anymore? why do i always text first? why am i begging for you to love me again?

it’s stupid.

this is stupid.

you’re stupid.

i hate you.

i hate you for using me.

i hate you so much for ruining us.

i hate you for ruining what we had.

i hate you for ruining every memory with you.

i hate you for ruining me for anybody else.

you ruined me.

they’ll never be you.

no one will ever be you.

i hate you, kim seungmin.

i hate you.

i miss you.

i miss you, and i hate it.

i hate it.

i hate you.

i love you, your ex lover.

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[kvthgok]

Little Spider | Miguel O’Hara x Teen Spider Reader (Platonic)

  warnings- none

Summary- Miguel doesn’t want you to go on a mission with him because its too dangerous and he doesn’t want to see you hurt.

Side note-  Not proofread soo~ sorry if theres any spelling or grammar mistakes! Also thank you for 100 notes on Bribe ♡ tbh I didn’t think it would do good 😭💀

“I told you no this mission is to dangerous. I DON’T need a KID getting hurt.” He said in a cold tone. Miguel acted as a father figure to you ever since you joined the Spider Society. He can’t help but see and treat you as a daughter and feel that he’s responsible for you.

“But if you just listen-“ I got cut off

“I don’t want to hear it.” He says while raising his voice. “I already told you no, you’re gonna sit this one out.”

“I always sit them out!” I argued

“And i’m telling you this one is different.” He says in a serious tone “I can’t even put it into words. Just this time please, sit it out.”

“You say that All. The. Time.” I complained

“Because I’m worried about you!” He snaps, before taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Your not invincible, I’ve seen your combat records and there’s been close calls. You can’t avoid it forever.” You stayed silent.

As he speaks his tone is stern yet loving if that makes sense he wants her to understand how truly dangerous it is. “Im not gonna stand here and wait for the day you go off on a mission and don’t come back..”

His expression softens as he begins to let his true feelings show, “This is why I want you to sit this one out.” His voice is soft and tender as he says this. He knows she wants to be included but he also wants to protect his Little Spider.

Their gaze meets for a few seconds, the look on his face shows the love he’s felt for her all this time. “Please, please for once listen to me.”

"Can I just watch from afar-“

“No.” He says in quite possibly the hardest tone yet, he doesn’t want to sound harsh but he’s not letting up on this one.

We started arguing back for a little again then he left you there back at the HQ alone in his office like he always does, leaving to the mission that was currently happening. She was there for quite a while, left to think to herself for the next few hours.

As time passes she begins to feel the emptiness of the room, it was quite and somber and she began to realize how right Miguel was. She shouldn't have argued with him, but it was to late now he was already gone. With Miguel gone she did her best to help around the HQ, taking care of various tasks.

While she worked she couldn't help but feel bad for how she acted towards Miguel. He only wanted what was best for her, maybe she was being a little to eager to jump into dangerous missions..

-Skip some time later-

As she continued to work around the HQ she finally heard Miguel return, his voice echoed and it was clear he sounded upset. She continued with her tasks as she heard him open the office door, she just hoped he wasn't mad at her.

As he walks in he goes straight to his chair, he takes a seat and lets out a sigh as if he was annoyed or just tired. You couldn't help but feel guilty. As you see him sit in his chair he looks up and sees you "Oh. I see your helping around." He says in a annoyed tone.

 "Yeah." you say looking down and going back to work, this only made you feel more guilty. You did your best to help but the silence that's going on is making it hard to feel comfortable. You knew he was mad, but it hurts knowing that it was your fault.

Miguel looks over at you once more, this time he's not annoyed anymore. In fact... there's a hint of sadness to his expression. He sighs once more before speaking "You know, maybe I was being a little harsh." he says rather quietly, his tone isn't quite the same anymore. “No, no, no its fine Miguel I understand that your just trying to keep me safe.” You said in a low voice

His tone changes to a quiet whisper "I just care about you okay? Thats the whole reason why I didn't want you going out." he says while letting out another sigh. "I don't want you thinking it's because I don't trust you. Its because I just can't bare to think of anything happening to you..." He looks at you with a expression that shows how much he means his words. Another long moment of silence passes by as Miguel just stares at you, he looks at you before giving you a small slight smile. 

Even though he knows you still feels bad about the whole thing he can't help but feel like its his responsibility to keep you safe. He doesn't know if your truly understand why he was mad in the first place but he was just glad that you were safe.

After this Miguel stands up and looks towards the desk, "I'm gonna go make myself something to eat." he says while stretching his arms. You knew he was still a little mad for what had happened a few hours ago.

But for some reason Miguel just couldn’t seem to stay mad at you, no way can he be mad at his sweet little spider.

A/n - The next one shot is gonna kinda be longer cuz like I got a little too carried away 🙏

[cerismo]

L’AMOUR DE MA VIE

𐙚 . . . pairing. chris x black!fem reader

୨ৎ . . . genre. angst, no happy ending :(

.ᐟ . . . content warnings. cussing, arguing

Chris never loved her and he never will.

“I told you a lie, when I said you, you, were the love of my life.”

“I FELT SORRY FOR YOU WHEN I LOOKED IN YOUR EYES”

It all started around a month ago. Chris started coming home late, always with an excuse, never looking me in the eye.

“I have a lot of work to catch up on…” he’d say avoiding my gaze.

His hugs felt emptier, his kisses more mechanical, as if he were going through the motions, without any affection. Whenever I tried to talk about our relationship, he would change the subject, or give a short and dismissive answer.

“Can we not do this right now? I’m exhausted..” he’d mutter, scrolling through his phone.

“DID I BREAK YOUR HEART?”

He stopped sharing his thoughts and feelings with me, leaving me in the dark about what was going on in his life. He started sleeping farther away from me, whenever he stayed over, leaving a chasm between us that felt insurmountable.

“Chris, what’s happening to us?” I asked one night, the weight of distance suffocating me.

He sighed rubbing his temples. “Nothing happening. You’re just overthinking things.”

“But we don’t talk like we used to. You barely look at me anymore.” I said tears on the brink of running down my face.

He snapped “Maybe because there’s nothing left to say!”

The nights grew colder as he slept on the far edge of the bed, no longer coddling me like he used to.

Even small things started to irritate him now, and he would snap at me over the tiniest issues. He no longer planned our dates or showed interest in spending time together, always claiming to be too busy or tired.

“Why are you so mad all the time?” I asked tears welling up in my eyes.

“Because you're always nagging me! Can’t you just leave me alone for once.?” He retorted, his voice sharp and unyielding.

“DID I WASTE YOUR TIME?”

He no longer planned our dates or showed any interest in spending time together, always claiming to be too busy o too tired.

“Im swamped at work,” he’d say avoiding eye contact.

He always had an excuse ready for why he couldn’t join me for dinner or go out with our friends.

“I’ve got a meeting.” he would say, or, “I’m just too tired.”

“I TRIED TO BE THERE FOR YOU”

Whenever I expressed concern about our relationship, he would get defensive, accusing me of being too needy or dramatic. One night, in a heated argument, the truth finally came out.

“Why are you doing this?” I cried. “Why are you pushing me away?”

Chris’s eyes were cold as he replied, “Because I never loved you. I never will. You were just convenient. I’m sorry if you thought it was more.”

I stood there, stunned, trying to process his words. “What do you mean? How can you say that after everything we’ve been through?”

He rolled his eyes. “We’ve been through nothing. I stayed because it was easy, not because I cared.”

My confusion turned to anger. “How can you be so heartless? You made me believe we had something real!”

“You wanted to believe it. That’s on you, not me,” he said, his voice growing louder.

“How long have you felt this way?” I demanded, my voice shaking.

Chris shrugged. “Does it matter? The point is, it’s over. It should have never started.”

I felt my world crumbling around me. “But you told me I was the love of your life.”

Chris sighed deeply. “I’m sorry, but I told you a lie.”

I stared at him, my heart breaking. “So, what now? You just walk away?”

“THEN YOU TRIED TO BREAK MINE”

Chris grabbed his jacket, his expression indifferent. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I’m doing. I wish you the best.”

He turned and walked out the door, leaving me standing in the middle of the room, devastated and alone. The realization of his indifference hit me like a tidal wave, and I sank to the floor, overwhelmed by the weight of his confession.

“IT ISN’T ASKING FOR A LOT FOR AN APOLOGY”

MO YAPS

tagged: @venusxsturnio, @flouvela, @monroesturnns

OKKKay…

So how was it? I don’t really know what to call this, I think like a little blurb or sum along those lines right?

I lowkey feel bad, like I didn’t cry, but I feel bad.

Anyway lemme stop yappin. Lemme know your thoughts in the comments or reblog!

[k16is]

erzajane headcanons…. i have Many….

-Erza suddenly just Remembers that she is ripped and can carry literally anything sometimes. And whenever she does she immediately picks mira up without warning. miras more of the Literal manhandler in the relationship (because that’s how you manage people when u have 2 younger siblings u literally had to raise) but erza is just like …. pick up wife……….. soican carry Her…….. 😊😊and mira is like WAAAH! she gets startled everytime.

-grey is their NUMBER ONE HATER. He gets forced to take pictures of them being gross together and every single time he is DISGUSTED! despite the show giving grey and erza unnecessary weird romantic tension that made no sense i think theyre super siblings & it’s really like watching your older sister be in love type of disgust. Cana was their number one hater when they tore up the guild in fights but now she’s like Awwwwww … Leave them be grey! theyre Cute!

-happy tried. So Hard to do the “she loooooves you” thing to them after they get together but theyre just like yes I do :3 and he gets really pissed off he can’t make either of them mad anymore after the YEARS of pining. and then he extra torments lucy

-any time erza and mira have a nice moment during their rival era natsu jumps in and is like AWWW! GROUP HUUUG! and ruins it

-lucy is sooooo jealous. imagine u have 2 GORGEOUS beautiful friends u lowkey want & they GET TOGETHER. she’s hyping them up but she wants to be both of them. she’s like that one picture “I'm Finna just join somebody else relationship..Bitch scoot over.. I love y'all..” She also spills all her relationship drama to mira (about natsu juvia cana whoEVER (she’s moronromantic)) and since erzas there too she’s like WHAT?! HUH? because her autistic ass had no idea about any of this. she’s like “Guys can i just join your relationship instead im so tired” and miras like Awww silly lucy 😊

-& as an extension of this mira starts spilling ALL. the tea. to erza. mira is the type to stir the pot unnecessarily because she’s bored (i.e her messing with lucy by saying grey and natsu like her) even when she’s absolutely positive something is just a false rumor. she’s been holding all that REAL shit in to herself and as soon as lisanna gets back she EXPLODES with gossip she’s collected to lisanna and erza whenever they get together. she’s a good secret keeper mostly but her sister and girlfriend Will Know. erza starts teasing people (subtly) much more as a result.

-elfever & erzajane in-law shenanigans. They stay over at each others places often all together (with lisanna too. freeloading on either of their couches) and cook dinner together…

-grief made mira give a fuck sooo much less. especially initially after someone would playfully make a jab and instead of dissing back she’d be like Oh you! but erza would get pissed off that she was passive and start fighting people for her. and then mira would just be like wow<3

-for most of their earlier days erza was almost always in a full suit of armor as a coping mechanism. despite really loving to dress up, she never really did it outside of her own room because she didn’t feel safe enough to, so that leads to mira seeing an ankle and being filled with lust like it’s the 1600s. over time she grows more comfortable and stuff but like. jus imagine u see ur crush out of a suit of armor for the first time and she is just absolutely RIPPED. cmon now. you’d die too

-if mira gets notes from secret admirers or letters from fans erza will proofread them. She is a living grammarly. she also just gets jealous

-through mira’s transformation magic she starts hiding her scars from battles when she starts modeling. erza doesn’t say anything about it but it pisses her off so bad because she thinks mira is gorgeous just the way she is. mira just tryin to make that bank now that she can’t work as a wizard 🔥 let her be

-they both dickride each other when they fight other people. especially in the grand magic games arc mira was picking everyone up and spinning them around and screaming BEAT THEIR ASS ERZA!!!!!! n meanwhile erza is just like Heh…. this was only 2% of her power… She could’ve PULVERIZED her…. like okaaay i see u!

[junhyukiscute]

ENEMIES-TO-LOVERS with Jungwon

SUMMARY. you start ignoring jungwon and he doesn’t like it.

it’s a well known fact that jungwon and you didn’t get along. whenever you tried discussing in class, he’d refute your claims with better statements. whenever he was talking to students and staff, you’d call him out on his artificial behavior. however with your grades not being the best, you stopped taking time out of your day fighting with jungwon to better them. eventually and unknowingly, you just stopped acknowledging the boy in general. it went on for a good period until he was standing at your library table.

“(y/n), let’s talk,” jungwon said.

“sorry, kind of busy right now,” you said, tilted your head towards the stack of projects you’ve been procrastinating on while trying to beat your high score on subway surfers.

“too busy to spare a few minutes for me?” he scoffs. “you’re not even doing real work.”

you place your phone down and raise a brow at him. “what’s your problem?”

“my problem?” he asks, almost in disbelief. “what’s your problem, (l/n)? you suddenly stop with your remarks, and start ignoring me altogether. it’s like I never even existed to you and no matter what I've tried doing, I get no response. did I do something to make you mad? tell me, because I can’t stand this,” he angrily replies.

you blinked, taken aback by the rapid fire. “you came.. to talk about me not talking.. to you?”

“oh good, your brain still works.”

“I don’t understand why you don’t treat others the same way you do with me,” you shake your head, “that president persona doesn’t really sui-”

“it’s because you’re not like the others, (y/n)!” he snaps, “how can I when they’re not the one I like?!”

“wait, you li-”

“yes, I like you, (y/n). I like you so much that i wanted to do anything to get you to continue talking to me, even if it meant having to start a fight. I like you so much to the point that even a crude comment from you would make my day and it felt like hell when you started ignoring me. I don’t know why I still like you so much when you don’t give me the time of day anymore!”

you watched as he regained his breath, huffing out of anger and his tears glossed over with frustration. tired from his outburst, he pulled out the chair and sat across from you and leaned his head back. “I can’t do this anymore. just.. tell me what I did wrong, please, (y/n). don’t make me a stranger.”

you pursed your lips in thought. was it really that bad? tentatively, you place your hand on top of jungwon’s. “I'm sorry, jungwon. I just wanted to get my grades up before I focus on anything else. i didn’t realize that it would take so long, nor would it result in ignoring you, which I had no intention of.”

“I could’ve helped you,” he mumbles.

“not with that mean attitude you’d give me,” you tease. he lets out a broken chuckle before looking at your hand on top of his clutched ones.

“I'm sorry, too. I shouldn’t have taken this approach, I should’ve been nicer to you.”

“hey, it’s all good. at least now I know that the famous president doesn’t actually hate me. he actually seems to like me a lot!” jungwon lets out a groan and places his head down on the desk. you let out a chuckle at his response and ruffle his black locks. “this side of you is really cute, it’s new.”

he raises his head up, “well, I can show you all kinds of sides to me if you wanted.”

“what are you implying, yang?”

he takes your hand off his head to intertwine them with his. bathing at how his almost cover yours completely, he looks at you earnestly. this time, his eyes shine, not with the devious mischief you’re used to, but with absolute adoration.

“give me a chance, (l/n). let me show you that im not the annoying class president, but the boy who likes you very much.”

a/n: reading this reminded me of a “what could’ve been” from my part two if jungwon had been more confrontational... unless? 🤪 an alternate reality

[vanillabeams]

• meet me at our spot •

warning!: 🍃(weed) , no smut unfortunately, girl reader!

Synopsis: suna doesn’t really understand why he has these odd feelings for you and why he feels so different around you, should he tell you?

suna realizes his strong feelings for you when his at the gas station late at night with atsumu. when walking up to the cash register he spots a pack of strawberry flavored pocky, he stares at it for a moment before picking them up. this catches atsumu eye “ why’d you get those? you don’t even like pocky” suna is quick to respond “ well y/n loves them..i was thinking i could get her a pack” atsumu chuckles at this and wraps a arm around his shoulder “ always thinking about her huh? and you still deny the fact your in love with her” he pokes at his cheek. confusion crosses over suna face as he realize atsumu is completely right. he then starts to think back on how you have such an affect on him. “hey! there is a line behind you!” the cashier snaps him out his thoughts.

atsumu words kept on replaying in suna head. suna already knew he had strong feelings for you but inlove with you? that scared him really bad. it’s quite literally 4am in the morning and atsumu has said those words 2 weeks ago so why the hell were they still buzzing around in his head?

suna hasn’t realized that he is completely high out of his mind staring at his roof for an hour thinking about you, intill he reaches his phone and click on your contact calling you. it didn’t take long for you to answer even tho he woke you out of your sleep “hey y/n were you sleep?” he can hear your groan from the other side of his phone and that answers his question “i’m sorry for waking you up, i just needed to talk to you it’s important” the other side of the phone grows quite before you start talking again “ mhm o’kay..” your voice is soft and tired on the other end it’s so peaceful to suna hearing you like this it almost makes him smile. “ meet me at our spot, okay?” he hangs up the phone grabs his keys.

he parks his car next to yours and he spots you sitting infront of the lake.“y/n!” he calls out your name to make sure it was you.once you stand up and he sees your afro he is sure that it’s you. you guys walk up to each other and he grasp you into a hug “ you actually came..” you hug him back of course but confused on why he didn’t think you would “ yeah why wouldn’t i? you said it was important” he lets you go and nods his head at your response. he takes your wrist carefully and walks you guys over to the pond sitting down taking in the beautiful view.

“i’m not as mad at you anymore for waking me up..this view is beautiful” you stare ahead of you at the pond while suna is staring at the view beside him. the dark blue night sky looks so majestic on your beautiful skin and the pond making it look like sparkles in your brown eyes while the wind is pushing thru your afro. “ yeah such a beautiful sight to look at” he wasn’t talking about the pound he was talking about you.

you turn your head away from the pond and to him “ so what’s going on?” suna starts messing around with his fingers nervously “i-..ok what i’m about to say is going to be scary and ruin our friendship..but i don’t think i can keep it from you anymore” suna face expression is calm and serious while your trying not to laugh “ don’t tell me your spiderman?” and with that you bust out laughing. suna rolls his eyes and can’t help but to crack a small smile he loves your laugh. “ no im being serious y/n” he looks you in your eyes to let you know his being serious.

“2 weeks ago i was at the store with atsumu and i picked up one of your favorite snacks..” you look at him confused and lost because this is something he always does but you try not to cut him off and just follow along “mhm.”

“ and he pointed out something, somthing thats true” he breaks eye contact with you and looks at the pond “ he said i’m always thinking about you and i keep on denying i’m in love with you” there’s a silents that falls between you guys “ well everyone thinks and says that rin” suna takes in a deep breath preparing for what he is about to say “but..what if i am inlove with you?” he turns his head to capture your face expression “ you can’t be in love with somone before you can even have feelings for them” the silence that kept on growing in between you guys sentences was painful because you both knew what he was trying to say well at least he thinks you know already.

“exactly.” your lips parted and your eyes grew slightly bigger a small detail that nobody would’ve noticed but suna did. “ what are you trying to say?” suna head falls back looking at the sky extremely nervous for what he was about to say “i’ve always felt strong feelings for you, months ago y/n i swear when i first saw you my first thoughts were you are the most beautiful thing anyone could ever lay there eyes on, like a work of art,” the only thing that filled your eyes was the water moving in front of us, now he began to grow worried, did he make it seem like he only wanted you for your looks?

“..which is nice and all but your personality has an huge effect on me y/n you don’t even know the half of it” he grows embarrassed rethinking this whole situation putting his face in his hand sighing. “how so?” you looked so focused on his face you’ve never seen him so bold in your life. “ y/n you’ve influenced me to stop smoking and only using edibles because i know you don’t like the strong smell of it, you’ve made me soft..so incredibly soft, i’ve let you paint my nails,draw in my notebooks, steal my hoodies, and so much more..these feelings that i have for you only grew stronger the more i’m around you y/n”

“..but that’s just me having an postive effect on you, you don’t actually know if your in-.” suna cuts you off now growing a bit irritated “y/n please stop denying the fact that i’m inlove with you, i’ve never wanted to kiss someone more in life so badly when i’m with you.” he can feel his face grow red and hot from what he blurted out “ i’m sorry i didn’t mean that part scratch that i-.” his sentence is interrupted by your laugh “aww you wannna kiss me??” no one can ever make suna flustered and stutter like you can “i- i don’t know..i didn’t mean to say that, i just grew a bit irritated because you kept on denying it” he scratches his head and avoided eye contact.

“ i just wanted to keep on hearing you talk about how much you loved me silly” you face your body towards him. “ so this mean you..you love me back?” he looks at you with wide eyes, you roll your eyes at his stupid question “ of course i do, it’s so obvious rin” he can’t help but smile a bit at your respond “ can i kiss yo-.” before he finishes his sentence you grab his face and place your soft lips on his.

“ will you be my boyfriend?”

“mhm” is the only thing he can mumble from being to carried away from his kiss with you.

[wrathofrats]

well... how abouuuttt "why dont you ever listen to me?" with a ghoul of your choice, maybe the other ghoul is mad at dew, or maybe dew is upset, maybe because hes been trying to communicate that hes struggling ajd the others havent picked up on it, and he just wants it to stop. idk im not that good at coming up with prompts on the spot but i hope this is a good enough idea!! 🤷

Hi it’s been ….. we aren’t going to talk about how long it’s been.

But I hope you enjoy, yall seem to love when I give Dew problems (don’t worry I love it too)

Slapping aether in here because it hurts

Anyways, cirrus makes a joke, dew needs a hug and aether is a very supportive boyfriend

-

Dew doesn’t know when it began to bother him.

He sat on the couch nonchalantly watching some horror movie cirrus had thrown on. The exorcist? He doesn’t know, he doesn’t think he really cares.

“Careful cir, you’ll give him nightmares” aether teased

“He is the nightmare” cirrus rolled her eyes in a response, a playful smile at her lips. It was a joke.

His chest feels hollow as aether ruffles his hair. Something about it didn’t feel right. A normal quip that would have him saying something stupid in response, or simply giving her the finger, suddenly didn’t have the same feeling to it.

He swallowed heavy, the salvia only added to the pit in his stomach.

It’s a gross feeling, something between knowing he’s overreacting and wanting to cry at the thought that they actually think he’s a nuisance. Both are untrue, the logical part in his brain tries to convince him but it doesn’t stop the tears that sting in the back of his eyes, the flush in his face or the way his head feels like it’s full of starch.

It was a joke.

He’s overreacting, he’s certain of it but he can’t stop himself from getting up and walking away without his usual banter.

“Dew? What’s up?” Aether calls after him, following him into the bathroom.

Dew shakes his head to save his dignity. His voice will shake and crack, he knows if he even tries to say he’s ok a sob will rack his body and he won’t be able to contain himself anymore.

He’s embarrassed because he’s overreacting and he’s clutching the sink as aether puts a supportive hand on his back but it feels patronizing because he knows he’s overreacting and he’s-

“Did we say something?”

Dew sobs. Quick, choked off like it wasn’t supposed to come out because it wasn’t. Because he’s overreacting and he shouldn’t be acting like this. Because it was a joke and he’s making a scene because he can’t help but overthink everything.

“Dew, it was a joke” aether embraces him, lightly to not overwhelm him, but he can’t leave him like this. Dew barely lets go of his vice grip on the counter top to let aether pull him into himself. “She didn’t mean it, we thought you liked jokes like that”

He doesn’t. He’s said that.

Dew shakes his head and pushes away from aether enough to speak.

The crack in his voice makes him wince as he chokes and gasps the sobs back to try and get out what he’s saying without being a complete mess, but it’s pathetic anyways, he feels like a child. The way aether stares in concern makes him feel like a petulant toddler throwing a fit.

“I can’t stand them anymore. I’ve said this”

“Have you?” Aether asks, genuinely. The fact that he’s being genuine almost makes it hurt more. He wishes aether would just let him be dramatic and leave him alone.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me?” Dew all but wails. He’s louder than he means to be, another sob ringing out in the middle of his sentence. Aether looks confused and concerned, like dew has actually lost it this time, over a joke no less.

“I am, I am listening to you droplet, tell me what’s wrong”

It feels patronizing, dew knows aethers not trying to be but the frustration builds anyways.

“I’m tired aeth, I’m tired of you all acting like you hate me. No one ever acts like they genuinely like or want to be around me and it’s fucking heart wrenching” dew cries

“Water bug you know i-“ aether shakes his head, remorseful.

“No, aether you don’t understand. You all keep saying you hate me. It stings. I don’t know what to do I don’t understand why I’m the only one not worthy of kindness” dew clings to aethers shirt like if he lets go aether will disappear and stop listening to him.

“Dewdrop I’m sorry I didn’t know-“

“Stop please just - I don’t get it” dew sobs. He leans his head into aethers shirt, fist fulls of fabric brought up to his face as aether embraces him tightly.

Dew just weeps, a dam of emotions he can’t bare to vocalize comes out in tearful pleas instead.

“I don’t get it. I’m sorry. Please listen I’m sorry. I don’t understand” the demands come out in choked off cries, forceful sounds racking his small frame as aether hugs him tightly to try and get him to stop shaking.

Aether lowers them to the floor, holds dew in his lap and tries to soothe him.

“You’re not being dramatic, I’m sorry. We love you so much and I’m sorry we don’t say that” aether whispers into his hair.

Dew starts to quiet down as aether traces shapes into his back, the distraction well needed. He clings and listens and tries to focus on whatever aether is dragging into his skin with the tip of his fingers.

“So sorry waterbug, you’re ok, I love you so much. You’ve done nothing wrong”

Dew realizes what the shapes are.

He’s tracing hearts into his back.

[stans-kissing]

Saw a two and a half stans fic that made me physically ill and have to put my phone down and walk into a lake anyways I think absolutely nothing would stop Ford from molesting a kid version of his brother. I hate him <3

ooooooooooooohhhhhhhhohoohhhohohhoooooooo. tw for rape !!!!!!!1! . Wow bee actuallywriting something ?!?!? ok anyways

i had adraft about this on my old account im so fucking mad i lsot it;

i think this works best for paranoid ford. the freak holds so much hatred and resentlment dtowards his brother and on top of the insane mental strain he's already going through he has No control over his emotions and hes angry and scared and mad at the world and yoeah you get the idea

i think he has a lot of repressed emotions and he projects a lot of that onto the stan he remembers from when he was a teenager, young and pudgey all over and even just thinking about his sweet younger brother makes him so fucking Angry because. because how could stan throw that away. ruin the perfect little bubble they had with just eachother its his fault its all his fucking fault and he hates him so much and he hates thinking about him and thinking about his kid brother because it fills him with such overwhelming painful emotion about the sunny days on theh beach he cant have anymore because fuckhead stan had to ruin it all and he can’t stand it and

yeah you get the idea. Anyways

insert whatever scenario leads to him being with a kid version of his brother. little 12 yr old stanley would be wowed at the guy infront of him bc holy shit !!!!!!!1 sixers huge and grown up and (althought he hasnt showered in like probably a month) he loks so effing cool and stanley is just Nyaaa fangirling so hard and ford is just Gih . hhuh. . because what the fuck thats his little tween brother and how is he heere and why does stan;ey still look at him all doe eyed and innocent and he has no idea what is gonna happen to them later on down the line and ford just gets so filled with rage and frustration and hurt and selfhate (bc dumbass knows deep down it wasnt just stans faukt that hes not with ford anymroe) and he would just be overcome with the urge to snuff out that little spark of light in his little brother's eyes and he just. takes out all those years of pent up emotion out on the small boy

he'd ignore his confused cries and the way his little hands trying (and failing) to push ford away because he's seeing red and his ears are ringing and the voices in his head are screaming at him to just ruins stan's innocent because this is what he deserves, to have this ripped away from him just like heripped away fords only chance at a normal life and maybe a part of this is because he hates himself just as much, and who is stan if not also ford?

do you guys see the visions. ok im tired goodnight