#i'm so tired but i can't rest my mind of my own free will

[noxtivagus]

😩

[tojirights]

Okay this is going to sound like really bad but I did read your rules and saw that dubcon/noncon could be allowed so

please begging for a dub/noncon (up to u which) crumbs where Alastor is tired of reader's stubbornness and thinks it's time to really let her know her place (al owns her soul) and okay thank u bye pwosjdjeidnsj *runs and hides under a rock in shame*

a/n: HAAA YESSS. no this is amazing 😍😍

tags: 18+ smut nsfw, NONCON‼️, alastor is a demon fr, forced penetration, dacryphilia, choking, slight throat fucking

"good morning, would you be a dear and run this to rosie for me?" alastor pops into your room unannounced, as usual. you're tired, he had you up all night on another shitty errand, and you just want to sleep a little longer. "alastor please, can't anyone else do it?" you sigh, irritation bubbling in your chest. he never lets you rest.

alastor raises an eyebrow. "no one else is available." his tone is harsh, and when you meet his eyes, they're darker than they were a moment before. "this is the part where you're supposed to submit, say 'yes sir' and get out of bed." he leans on his staff, glaring red eyes staring through you. "or did you forget?" your eyes widen when you realize what he's about to do. there's a flash of green, and you feel the clasp of that shitty metal collar around your neck.

your deal with alastor backfired, just as he intended it to, and he ended up not having to do a god damned thing in exchange for your soul.

with a sharp tug of his chain, you're forced to sit up. the pull around your neck makes you cough, and you glare back at him. but when you do, you're quickly filled with a certain level of primal fear. alastor was no joke when he was angry, eyes glowing red and those antlers growing from atop his head.

"you need to learn, my dear, that the word 'no' is not a part of your vocabulary anymore." alastor walks with slow, determined strides towards your bed before his knees hit your mattress. he tugs once more, pulling you up and onto your knees. "alastor don't..." your breath catches in your throat. his hand grips onto your jaw, squeezing you uncomfortably. tears prick in the corners of your eyes, and you let out a shaky sigh. "don't?" alastor repeats, laughing. "have you forgotten the fact that i own you?"

you reach for his wrist in an attempt to remove his hand but he's far stronger than you. "i-i'll go, i'm sorry." you hiccup, but alastor has already made up his mind. "mmh, i don't think so. i don't tolerate insubordination, darling." your heart hammers in your chest when alastor's fingers find his belt. "you’re going to learn one way or another." he growls, freeing his half-hard cock and tugging your restraint.

you clench your teeth, and try to look away but alastor's grasp is too tight. his thumb drags along the bottom of your lip before prying your jaw open. "listen and be my good girl, this won't be so bad." you shut your eyes, the only thing you can think to do to cope with alastor forcing the head of his cock between your lips. there's only a moment of hesitation, a sigh from the demon above you, before his cock is being slid further down your throat.

every groan from alastor earns another tear running down your cheek. his hands hold your face steady as he pumps his cock faster, fucking the back of your throat. "so pretty, darling. look at me." he grunts, pulling your eyes up to his. they're glassy with tears, and its almost enough to make alastor cum down your throat in that very instant.

his cock pulses and he's forced to pull out of your warm mouth in fear of releasing before getting to take your cunt too. he taps your cheek gently, watching you cough and recover your breath after having your airways restricted. "strip, then i want you ass up on the bed." your lip quivers, and your body refuses to move even after you tell it to. alastor sighs, shaking his head. "must i do everything?" his words are somehow gentle and harsh enough to pull a sob from your chest.

before you can stand, alastor reaches for the hem of your sleep shirt and tears it straight down the middle to expose your tits. on instinct, you try to cover yourself but alastor's shadow circles both your wrists and pins them to your side. "please alastor... i promise, i-i will do anything you ask. please just don't do this." you plead, but alastor just clicks his teeth with his tongue. "you should've thought about the consequences before this, my dear. i've found that making an example out of someone typically gives the best results."

he does release his shadows, freeing your wrists and watches carefully as you follow his previous instructions. you kick your shorts off with a muffled cry and turn to shove your face into the mattress. ass up, you prepare for whatever alastor has in mind. his fingers find your slit, delving into the wet heat between your thighs. the laugh he releases sends a chill down your spine. "wet as can be darling!" without giving you another moment to process, his cock is pushing thick and hard into your unprepared pussy.

your scream gets caught in your throat, heat coursing through your body in an overwhelming way. "n-no, too much alastor, please stop." you cry, muffled into the mattress as you try to scramble away from him but you feel alastor's shadow come back to pin your arms. you're trapped at this point, completely under alastor's control. there's no choice but to give in, your body going limp as alastor pumps his hips into you.

"good girl." he coos, raking his clawed hands down your back. angry red marks follow in its trail. "see how easy it is to just obey?" every inch of his cock pushes you to your limit. "such a good cunt..." he sighs, his hips stuttering before he pulls out and you feel each thick rope of cum hit your ass. you finally open your eyes, letting every emotion flow through them as alastor empties his balls all over you.

there's a moment of silence while alastor catches his breath. "now... will you be a dear and run this to rosie for me?" he reiterates, and your whole body tenses. is he not even giving you time to recover? to clean up? fuck...

"y-yes sir..."

[hoshigray]

Had the most random thought, but what if you caught Miguel by surprise and sneaked a kiss on the back of his neck when he's stressed out?

An: Don't mind me, just feeling soft for Miguel because he's corrupting my brain at the moment, lol. Also, wanted to write this to distract me from the fact Pleasurable Practice got smacked with a community label ffs. But, tysm for the love on that fic <33, and [MAYBE] I'll work on pt ii for next week! Thanks again, you lovelies, and enjoy!!

Edited Note: Also, here's an ATSV masterlist I made earlier for your convenience!!

Cw: Miguel x reader - fluff - stressed Miguel bc when is he not - you give him a kiss on the neck - pet names (amorcito/little love, mi alma/my soul; amor/my love) - just you and Miguel being adorbs and him being whipped hehe~

Wc: 902

"Aaaaaarrgh!!!"

You snap away from what you were doing to find where the noise came from. Not to your surprise, it's from your boyfriend — Miguel O'Hara, who's expressing his dismay by throwing another tray full of empty containers you got from the cafeteria.

The man is descending from his [godforsaken slow-ass] station, tapping his feet and huffing by the second. His brows are furrowed in anger, and he moves a hand to soothe his forehead with his fingers. When his post finally stops, he jumps down to sit on a chair and groans into his hands.

That was the third time this week. A villain was supposed to be captured and brought into the Spider Society to be sent back to their own universe; however, that was two days ago. And for some reason, this evil-doer has been hopping in and out of multiple universes. It's been a hassle for the other Spiders to grab hold of them; Lyla has to have eyes on them within every minute of every hour, and Miguel...Obviously, he would like to have this matter taken care of already.

You get up from where you're sitting and walk up behind Miguel, whose face is still covered by his hands with inaudible curses that you can tell are in Spanish. "You okay?"

The rise and fall of his broad shoulders entail a huge sigh seething out of his system. "No, mi amor." He frees his face only to rest his forehead with a hand propped by his leg. "This game of cat-and-mouse has been going on longer than necessary, got Spiders who're tired of the chase — I'm tired, yet there's more stuff piling up and—" He stops himself with another deep sigh, and you place your hands on his shoulders. "I just can't right now...."

All you can do is hum aimlessly while massaging his shoulders, his trapezius and deltoids tense with stress. You understand that a lot is going on for Miguel, giving him his space and letting him do what he does best: being a hero. But of course, being a superhero isn't all sunshine and rainbows, and you're bound to get hit with obstacles that'll hinder your progress. Annoyingly so, if you're a leader of an organization like your boyfriend.

Nevertheless, he's only one man, and you know he forgets this fact when he's too wrapped up in work. He's dedicated to protecting his peers, his home, and you. And although you appreciate the sentiment sincerely, you wish he'd remember to not go too hard on himself before he's burnt out.

You sigh through your nostrils, your hands kneading out any remnants of tension while Miguel indulges before storming back to work. That's when an idea hits you when your eyes land on the back ends of his hair, a smile creeping in slowly. Your hand brushes the lower tufts of his brown strands, and you lean down to press your soft lips on him after pulling his suit to expose his neck.

Immediately, Miguel goes rigid at the feeling of your lips on him. And his breath hitches when your hands wrap around him, pulling him closer to you as you lay your chin on top of his head (which you realize is a rare opportunity as he's taller than you).

"Mi lindo araña," You chuckle to yourself when you notice hints of red sneaking on the lobes of his ears. "The more you stress yourself, the more you look like a grouchy face."

"A grouchy face?" His tone holds slight confusion. "You've been hanging with Peter B. too much, amorcito." He shakes his head while you giggle, and you two sink into each other's presence for a little while, taking in the silence outside of the calming breaths Miguel takes. If he were to confess, it's as if almost all his fatigue has vanished into thin air when he's in your embrace. But he doesn't say anything — he doesn't have to. Because you already know.

You set your lips on his temple. "Feeling okay now?" His body vibrates from a tiny purr, and you remove yourself to stand up straight. "Alright then, I'm gonna go to the cafeteria to get something to share. Because you clearly need a snack. And while I'm gone, pick up that tray and those empty containers off the floor before Lyla has another reason to call you a 'grumpy man-child.'"

His face molds to a deep scowl from the mention of his pixelated peer's name-calling. "I am not a man-child."

You give him a look. "You kinda are."

"And what gives you that—"

"Muñeco," Miguel quickly refrains from arguing when you call him by his nickname, the name only you can use. "If you're not a man-child, why haven't you stood up and done what I asked yet?"

The man opens his mouth, yet no words dare leave. Reddish-brown eyes are honed in on your figure as you survey his reaction, and he exhales in defeat when he stands up from his chair. Your smile flourishes. "I'll be back," is what you say as you turn to exit his domain and head to the cafeteria.

Miguel watches you leave until you're out of his line of sight, unable to fight the twinge of his lips while he moves to pick up his mess like you instructed him to.

"Sólo tú puedes darme órdenes, mi alma."

[ackermai07]

hi there !! i hope you're having a great day so far ^^

i wanted to request the three musketeers (katsuki, izuku, shoto) that give prince/ss treatment to reader ! like the reader is just so tooth-rotting sweet that the boys can't help but treat reader that way ฅʕ◍·̀·́◍ʔฅ

you are so free to ignore this if its not up to your taste ^^ thank you in advance !! 💌🍰

girl you're crazy if you think this isn't up to my taste, you literally blessed me with this! Anyways I hope you have fun reading, enjoy!

𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: Todoroki, Bakugou, Midoriya, fem!reader

𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴: headcanon, fluff!

Don't repost!

The one thing we all agree on.

He'll cook for you.

No one argues with this; he's literally your personal chef.

He'll always make sure you eat well, whether you're a big eater or not.

This damn guy will literally stuff your stomach and cook for you anytime.

You can wake him up even at 2 a.m., and he won't mind, like:

"Hey, Katsu... I'm feeling kinda hungry... so-"

"Shut up, I already know."

And boom, he'll get up to cook a delicious meal for you and make sure you go to sleep feeling full.

He also loves styling your hair, no matter the type.

Straight, wavy, curly, it doesn't matter.

Just tell him how you want your hair, and he'll do it professionally.

He does most of the chores for you, like cooking, washing dishes, doing laundry, etc.

He absolutely hates seeing you tired or exhausted; he sees himself strong enough to do everything.

"You weren't created for exhaustion, not even your beautiful ass deserves to be tired from sitting."

Another reason he always holds you in his arms when you're alone together.

He always brings snacks for you at school.

At the end of each class, he turns around to give you candy or chocolate to keep you energized.

(He completely refuses to admit he brought them for you, always saying he got them by chance.)

When you're sitting in the dorm with others, he lets you rest your head on his shoulder if you're tired.

He absolutely doesn't let you go downstairs; he always carries you bridal style while going down while you're in his arms.

His excuse is that you're too foolish and will definitely trip and fall and hurt yourself.

(He loves you dearly and worries about you like crazy.)

Did I mention he's your guard dog?

Wherever you are, he walks behind you and gives death glares to anyone who dares to stare at you.

He also makes sure every day that he's the first person to say good morning or goodnight to you, whether in person or through messages.

He's not a big person with words, but he makes sure to say "I love you" enough times because he knows it makes you happy.

Believe me, he's just there for your happiness (I would die for this man).

This boy is the epitome of sweetness.

He's not just a green flag, he's the whole forest.

One thing I'm sure of is that he'll take notes for you during classes.

Even if you've already taken your own notes, he doesn't mind.

He still brings your notebooks and edits your notes to make them look like his own.

If you ask him why he does this, he simply replies:

"Just to ensure our information is the same so we don't have any problems when we study together."

He just loves being the reason behind your intellectual growth and knowing that he's helping you.

Every night, literally every night, he braids your hair.

Because he simply read that braiding hair before bed helps keep it healthy.

(He loves touching your hair and smelling its scent.)

Speaking of nighttime, he takes you for walks at night when everyone else is asleep and lies on the grass to watch the sky just because you told him you love seeing the stars.

He's literally the kind of gentleman who lays his jacket over a puddle of water for you to walk on so you don't get wet.

He has a sixth sense about you, so for example, whenever something bad happens to you, he's already there to fix it.

He's 100% ready to defend you against anyone and doesn't feel embarrassed to stand up to them either.

He carries your bag for you on the way to school and back to the dorm, insisting on it even when you say it's okay.

He loves sharing his food with you; he always does.

No matter what it is, he always makes sure you take at least a bite of it.

"I don't taste the food's flavor until I share it with you."

He always keeps your hands intertwined and makes sure you're close to him, especially in crowds.

Every day, he makes sure to kiss you on the cheek and tell you how perfect you are, how lucky he is to have you, and how much he loves you.

This guy is literally like a character from books.

He has a top-notch degree in princess treatment.

He buys you anything you want, no matter what.

Even if it's a car plated with gold, he'll always fulfill your desires.

He flirts with you, but in poetic ways.

For example, he reads a love quote or a poem and makes sure to dedicate it to you.

Either he writes it for you on a paper and places it on your desk in your room before you wake up, or he whispers it in your ear just to drive you crazy.

He loves seeing you shy and flustered.

He also buys you books, a lot of them.

The reason for that is your talk about a story or a novel.

Be sure that by tomorrow he'll present you with the entire book series along with a red rose.

"Shoto! You didn't have to do that!"

"If my girl desires something, she gets it."

(Help me... I'm melting while writing this)

He lets you do anything to him literally.

Braiding his hair, putting makeup on him, dressing him up as you wish... etc.

Just say the word, and he's like, "Yes, ma'am"

(Once you put your daily makeup on him, and literally you cried because he looked more beautiful than you by miles.)

This man is literally carrying your bags when he takes you shopping.

And he doesn't complain; it gives him a sense that he's your strong man.

He also allows you to try makeup on the back of his hand.

(He's as pale as hell.)

He carries you on his back if you feel tired from walking.

Or in other words, if he feels it, which means he always carries you on his back.

So you won't tire from something as silly as walking.

He knows that everyone is looking at both of you, but does he care? Of course not.

(I feel like he's read "The Art of Indifference" at least 100 times.)

He's the kind of guy who allows you to wear anything you want.

You might come to him not sure about your clothes, and he simply shrugs in indifference.

"Wear whatever you want; I can fight."

(But not too revealing because you won't get away with it.)

One of his greatest features is that he uses his quirk to either warm you up or cool you down according to the weather.

He always gives you his jacket even without you asking because he knows that his scent calms you down and also ensures that you're warm.

Like the others, he makes sure you eat well and goes crazy if he knows you haven't.

(I think this is an Asian thing...)

This might seem gross, but on the contrary, it's not the case for him, but he allows you to spit out the food you didn't like on his hand.

He tells you to do it in the most poetic expression ever.

He hugs you a lot, first because he loves being close to you and secondly to stick his scent to you, so people can smell you and know that you're his

(he has a special scent so..)

(I've written a lot for him, I know, and I'm sorry, but I love him so much that I couldn't stop!!)

I hope you had fun reading! Please feel free to request more whenever you like!

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝.

[hwnglx]

𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢 𝘱𝘪𝘭𝘦 - 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧?

hi loves. i've been feeling this urge to spread some positive energy to some of you who might be struggling a little these days. so, i figured i could make my very first pac. one that will (hopefully) make you feel a little bit more peaceful. breathe slowly, take your time and use your intuition to go with the pile that speaks to you the most. take what resonates and leave what doesn't. 𓆩♡𓆪

pile 1-3 (left till right)

pile 4-6 (left till right)

✧ pile 1 ✧ queofp, moon, knofw, 5ofprx, temp, highpr, emper

hi lovely pile 1 person.

so, you're likely to be an earth sign or have dominant earth placements, and some water influences (your moon?). it makes you someone who appreciates hard work and groundedness a lot. however, there might be a tendency for you to lose yourself in your thoughts, and let insecurity take over you sometimes. i can see you blaming yourself for it a lot, and not liking that fact. especially because you have so much ambition and enthusiasm for the things you desire, you hate how your own mind can sometimes stand in the way of you fulfilling it in a way that you wish you could.

but, don't beat yourself up over this. i can see a lot of power in you, especially your intellect can do such amazing things. you're probably very intuitive, but maybe not fully aware of it yet. once you learn how to balance out your deep thoughts and see them as your asset instead of a weakness, you will be able to go so much further in life.

this might take some time, so don't rush and trust the proccess. maybe you still are in need of some more maturing. but believe me when i tell you, you have everything you need within you already. you're an extremely powerful and special individual, who's destined for so many amazing things. i can see you surprising yourself with how much you can achieve, if you just believe in yourself and your capabilites more. the world can be so vast and overwhelming, and this can get too much for you sometimes. but i'm telling you right now, that you were made for this. there's nothing in this world that you can not achieve, the universe put so much potential in you.

you will have your time to be your best self. once you get to a stronger and more stable place, you will be able look back at the times you doubted yourself fondly. stay strong, trust yourself, don't let the unknown make you insecure. you got this. i believe in you 🤍

✧ pile 2 ✧ 7ofp, 6ofw, 10ofw, herm, 10ofsw, fool

hello there, pile 2 person.

my god, i can feel the heavy weight on your back right away. are you very tired and exhausted? i know, you've persevered through so many burdens and draining periods in your life. i know that, eventhough to the outside it might look like you're successful, you're achieving many things and get praised a lot. but deep inside, you feel lonely. i know that constantly being seen as the "hard working, dilligent and persistent person" can be so much pressure, that sometimes you wish you could just give up.

is constantly wanting to look perfect to the outside world draining you? do you sometimes wish you could just let loose, not care about a thing in the world and allow yourself to be free? i know it must be so hard to feel like you can't let anyone in on these thoughts. i know you don't like people looking at you as weak, insecure, lazy or easily tired. but i am here to tell you, that i understand and support you. i am here to tell you, you are not alone in this journey. and there is someone who, even if they can't fully relate, will accept you with all your weaknesses and flaws. who knows, maybe they aren't even weaknesses in anyone else's eyes.

you're so incredibly hard on yourself, and should allow yourself to rest more. you've earned the rest, even by just being you. you don't have to constantly be productive, do or achieve something in order to let yourself relax. you deserve to be at peace at all times, even on days when you didn't do anything.

go outside, let yourself feel the freeing breeze or the beautiful sunshine, allow yourself to just feel life flowing through your veins sometimes. realize how precious you are, by just existing and being you. there is nothing in the world more valuable than the life and soul you were given. don't let yourself be persuaded into having to be anything more than you already are, you and your raw existence are good enough.

i am so proud of you. for enduring through so many burdenful moments in your life. please, tell yourself that it's okay to sit back and enjoy peace sometimes. you are doing an incredible job. celebrate yourself for the beautiful person you are, not only the things you can do.

✧ pile 3 ✧ queofc, 7ofp, pagofw, emper, kingofc, 7ofsw, 9ofp, moon, judg, wheel

hi sweet person who picked pile 3.

wow, there's definitely many things going on in you, hm? you might have some strong water placements (i'm feeling cancer strongly..) which makes you a very emotionally intelligent person. i'm aware of how that can impact you and your practical life sometimes. there is this very unique intertwine between being very mature, but on the other hand still getting humbled from time to time, when it comes to certain experiences like.. "wow. i guess i'm not that far in life yet. i didn't think i'd still have so much to learn." i think it's a beautiful thing for you to be able to take those moments and learn from them. adding them to your life experience and turning into an even better person who's more in control, more self-aware. you're truly an incredible human being. so hardworking indeed.

are you struggling to trust people sometimes? i know, it's a lot easier trusting yourself before anyone else. people are so easy to deceive you, take advantage of your trust and use it for their own selfish good. you're such a strong human being for still going through life just doing your own thing, and it's awe-inspiring to watch. i can see people almost being envious of that trait of yours, and maybe even intimidated.

are there some people who tell you you're too independent sometimes? i know, that can be slightly annoying sometimes. it's almost like.. yeah, there's a reason for that. when i needed any of you, no one was by my side. and now that i'm relying on myself, i'm too self-reliant? it can feel ridiculous and, trust me. i understand you incredibly well. but, could be there be moments where you can tell how this security you keep showing others, is slipping from you.. and you all of a sudden feel lonely? can that feeling of loneliness even surprise you from time to time, like.. you usually are so content being on your own, what the hell happened.. maybe you should realize that, sometimes it's okay to need some guidance from others.

time is an interesting thing, and sometimes it can slip by us quicker than we realize. i can strongly feel, that the universe has a very exact and special plan for you. i know, life in general can just get too much, things can confuse you, not knowing where life is leading you can make you feel so so insecure and unsure.

but i'm telling you, trust divine's timing. and realize you're in good hands. everything that is happening to you, is happening for your highest good. i know these moments of feeling so drained and not knowing where to go or what to look forward to, can be scary sometimes. but, even those moments can be so precious for you and your experience in life. i can see you looking back at your low moments and acknowledging how they were just another part of your journey, that the universe is taking you on. you're never being put through anything that you can not handle. have trust in the universe and divine's timing, and you will realize you're here for a reason. i trust and believe in you, i will cheer you on always. you're much more amazing than you know 💕

✧ pile 4 ✧ 5ofsw&kingofsw, devil&death, knofc, magic, 8ofw, wheel&10ofsw, 4ofsw&4ofc

hi there, welcome to pile 4.

so far, you might have the most demanding energy out of everyone. wow. you're definitely a force to be reckoned with.

do you sometimes struggle with always wanting to win, be the best at everything, maybe have a bit of an ego.. i can tell that you felt defeated by it a lot, thinking it makes you extremely selfish and egocentric. in a "am i going too far? is it really that serious?" type of way.

you should know that, using your charming powers to get what you want isn't always a bad thing. even the fact that you're aware of your toxic traits, already makes you much more mature and admirable than some others out there! i do believe it's incredible how you can recognize what is bad and what is good about this side of you. you're extremely powerful, being able to just transform your unhealthy habits into something more beneficial, is so impressive in my opinion. it's like, you are overly competitive? yes you might be, but that's what makes you stand out. that driven nature of yours makes you work on your skills and talents even more than others. so, don't listen to people telling you you're "too much". as long as you're not hurting anybody, you're doing absolutely amazing.

do you love to talk? i can see you being such a great communicator, you most likely are great at persuading people into things. honestly, i see you as such an endearing and charismatic person.. anyone who says otherwise is most likely just envious of your unique character. they're probably a little too boring themselves, which is why your outstanding personality makes them insecure. don't listen.

i think, you might be going through a period of powerful change, that might be scaring you right now. things might be going a little too quick and you're worried you'll lose control.. time can be a terrifying thing, and i understand you're trying your best to just stay calm. maybe you're even bluntly ignoring some signs the universe is showing you. maybe you're just too exhausted to put your mind to certain things, that could be very important for you to recognize. i know it can be tiring to constantly keep up, trying to stay so self-aware all the time isn't easy. but don't let any of these scary experiences discourage you. you have so much potential in you, and the universe has a higher plan for you right now.

whatever ending you had to go through, whatever changed for you so abruptly, was something the universe had planned for you for a long time now. don't exhaust yourself by trying to understand everything all the time, but also don't get discouraged and give up on your journey or your plans. you're an incredibly talented, magical and beautiful human being. life has a lot of amazing things in stock for you. continue devoting yourself to your plans, there will be so many fulfilling things coming for you. you're more powerful than you know, beautiful soul ❣️

✧ pile 5 ✧ kingofsw&tower, queofp, pagofsw, 9ofc, death, 5ofc, strength

hello, dear pile 5 person.

how are you doing? has something unexpected or sudden happened recently, that caught you off guard? i understand you really hate things falling out of balance, and feel like the universe is testing you right now. you feel like a lot of sharp thinking is asked of you right now, and might feel like even worse news could be coming. i have to say, i admire your ability to remain calm and collected, even during uncomfortable times like these.

do you feel like things were perfect just a moment ago, and there was this crucial and fatal moment of loss, that brought you a lot of sorrow? are you disappointed? do you miss someone? i get, that these sudden transformations must be hard to deal with.. like, i can truly feel your sadness. it's absolutely impressive for you to stay so strong. are you aware of how strong you are? you might feel like you took some things in life for granted before, and are now receiving your "pay-back" for that. were things too good to be true? but i'm asking of you, to not think about over what is lost too much. there are so many amazing and beautiful things awaiting you.

sometimes, it's okay to let your feelings loose and just cry everything out. but don't let yourself stay stuck at that point, and learn to move on. i remember when someone once told me "it's okay to cry. but once you're done, make sure you never cry for the same reason again." as hurtful as this might sound, what is gone is gone. you're so unbelievably precious and special, don't let your beautiful heart suffer too much. let some things go, embrace change, as uncomfortable as it might get. i promise, you will only gain strength from it.

i understand that you're getting wary, like every type of news you get makes you nervous. you're scared of things constantly changing, you not having any control over it. you might feel like you got too comfortable before, and are now realizing how difficult it is to deal with changes. but trust me when i tell you, changes are inevitable, and the earlier you practice the acceptance over that, the easier life will get for you.

i can tell you, one day you'll think back to this, and realize the changes were needed. i'm truly wishing you all the best in the world, and hope that your soul will get everything it deserves. you're an immensely strong soul. and not only i am proud of you.. but the universe is too. stay powerful, dear reader 🖤

✧ pile 6 ✧ hangm, 8ofp, queofc&3ofw, moon, 4ofc, 3ofc&5ofp

hi, pile 6 person. i hope you're doing okay.

have you been feeling like things have been very stagnant lately? perhaps your work has been very monotone. you're so hardworking and put so much effort into your craft or career. do you feel worried over it not paying off in the end? are you still waiting for the results, and scared that all the effort will go to waste? are you still waiting for things to finally change for the better?

i understand, that you might've even neglected your social life to an extent, where you're feeling the loneliness now.. it must be hard to feel so isolated and alone sometimes. you put so much of your heart and soul into working on things, that you can easily forget to sit back and let yourself enjoy life a little more. is it always "work hard" but never "play hard" for you? why are you so dissatisfied still? are the results not reflective of the effort you put into your work?

my god, you must be thinking so so much these days. i can just see all the question marks in your head, all these thoughts in your mind just racing.. all the confusion. i wholeheartedly understand how insecure it might be making you. it's actually crazy for me to think you're still so dissatisfied, despite probably being the most hardworking person in your circle. do you ever allow yourself to look back, and not just beat yourself up over how you're never enough, but realize how incredibly ambitious and dilligent you actually are? why do you always see the bad things about yourself so clearly.. but never pat yourself on the back?

you must miss this feeling of someone telling you, you did well. you're doing such a great job.. you must be missing the feeling of just having fun and being happy in the moment. not overthinking about everything all the time. but i will be the one telling you, you're doing so insanely well. and you deserve to be told that all the time, no matter what you might think yourself.. you're amazing.

i know, you're scared to feel guilty if you get back to having more fun in life.. you're worried things will take a turn for the worse. but i can tell you right now, no amount of work is worth sacrificing your happiness and wellbeing for. you're such a beautiful and deserving human being, tell yourself you're doing well, regardless of the results. have patience and trust in the universe working things out for you. i know, practicing patience must be so draining for you at this point. but i can promise you, hard work will never betray you. you can be extremely proud of yourself.

still, i'm asking you to put yourself first. put your health first, put your joy first. the happier you are outside your work-life, the easier it will be for you to not get stressed over everything. allow yourself more rest, allow yourself to socialize more. trust me when i tell you, you will finally get the emotional fulfillment you're craving so bad, if you prioritize your happiness, first and foremost.

i'm so proud of you, dear reader! and i hope you can let yourself have a day filled with fun times today, away from all the responsibilites. remember, you're doing amazing sweetie. *kris jenner voice* 👏🏻��

[insanelyadd]

#LetSansRest Day!

Hello everyone and welcome to year two of Let Sans Rest Day! Same as last year it's August 9th.

Before we get into some prompts, a little bit of a mission statement. Last year I said this day was for everyone who's a fan of Sans Undertale or anyone who's tired of every image they see of him being him Suffering. This is still true, but I do want to additionally address something I saw a few different people mention.

I have actually received criticism for daring to suggest that Sans not be tormented to the point of insanity, and that this day where I implore people to make realities where Sans doesn't become a creepypasta insane murderer man from the agony he is subjected to, isn't a stand against ableism like Let Papyrus Say Fuck Day is. *stares in bipolar psychosis and PTSD directly into your eyes* Obviously that's a load of shit, and even though Sans is more popular than Papyrus (I say, as a Papyrus Enjoyer) a lot of the content around Sans is very specifically about him suffering. So simply out of spite for these comments (including someone who saw last year's announcement and directly commented "No <3" on the post) I will be continuing this holiday indefinitely, just like LetPapyrusSayFuck Day. Die mad about it.

Just like how I have ADHD and relate to Papyrus and see the way the fandom treats him as the infantilization of neurodivergency like autism and ADHD, I can look at works in this fandom of Sans that demonize traits of mental illness like trauma, hallucinations, delusions, and mania. And I can say these are both bad actually. Not going to call anyone a bad person for engaging in these things, of course, that would be a bit goofy of me, I'm just saying the imagery used for these things is Very Loaded and a lot of people are mishandling them.

So anyways August 9th is the day we let Sans Undertale out of his Torment Nexus so he can:

Have lemonade at the beach or pool

Go stargazing while camping out in the woods with friends and family

Get smothered in cute baby kittens and puppies

Go to therapy and play with one of those magnetic sculptures all therapists seem to own

Take a nap on an inner-tube on a lazy river

Get to see the leaves change color for the first time

Play basketball with Papyrus

Fall asleep in a basket of freshly dried clothes

Go to a public greenhouse to look at all the different flowers on the surface

Perform stand-up for humans who all love his terrible puns

Please tag the post with #LetSansRest, #Sans, and #undertale as well as any other applicable tags for characters, relationships, etc. This day is primarily for classic Sans but it's not like I can stop you from drawing Fell Sans not being subjected to his own, personal, goth-themed Torment Nexus.

This is meant to be a day for everyone who wants Sans Undertale to go to therapy and feel better. People who want to put him in a hamster cage with plenty of things to prank for enrichment. People who want to win him one of those massive stuffed animals at the county fair.

If you want to participate please be mindful of some things:

I will be monitoring the tag to reblog things! I have ptsd and would appreciate if ships involving Papyrus or Frisk (and similar) with Sans are avoided. This is simply for my mental health and I greatly appreciate it. <3

Do Not post angst to the #LetSansRest tag. It is meant to be an angst free tag for him.

Don't worry if you can't participate on the exact day! Just like with #LetPapyrusSayFuck Day you can use the tag and post to it any day! :>

Hope you're able to participate and have fun! <3

[samiiy20]

Tits, ass or thighs w/ stray kids (hyung line)

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: ot8 x reader 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐞: smut 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 911 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: spanking, degradation, hair pulling, sex, nipple play

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This content NOT is for minors!!!

This is merely entertainment, this does not represent any real person.

It is forbidden to copy or translate my work.

English NO is my first language.

bang chang: ass

He just can't resist when you walk around the house in nothing but panties and one of his shirts.

He likes to put you on all fours and watch your back arch while he holds your butt tightly.

He likes to watch your butt turn red with his hands and hear you moan while he does it.

Your mind was blank, you couldn't think of anything other than Bang chan's hands on your waist and how he hit your insides with his cock. Your legs were tired and your hands could no longer support your own weight.

"Come on honey, give me one more"

The only thing that came out of your mouth were desperate moans as your back arched. You bit your lip as you felt Bang chan's hand land on your ass and clenched your insides around his cock.

Bang chan struggled to continue but when he looked down at your cute ass and heard his name he couldn't resist any longer and released his load feeling you doing the same. He lay on your back and you moaned as you felt his essence spill over your thighs and his kisses on your neck.

"You are a good girl"

lee know: ass

You've seen it, that man can't live without an ass nearby and not being able to touch it.

He will simply walk up to you and put your hand on it because it is his.

He will just push you to any surface and bury his cock just to hear your bodies collide.

Minho's kisses on your neck were driving you crazy, his hands kept touching your buttocks and playing with your core.

“Stop playing,” you sighed when one of his fingers buried itself inside you.

"Ask me"

You bit your lips and sighed as his fingers continued inside you.

“Shit Min…please.”

You heard laughter behind you and couldn't say anything else as you felt his cock fill you.

His attacks did not stop at any time and the papers on the desk had been left lying on the floor for a long time, everything was a disaster.

Your hair, your back marked with his kisses, your legs shaking and your hands scratching the wood beneath you.

"Are you going to cum for me?" You nodded, moaning and only felt a slight tug on your hair as he brought his lips to yours. “Do it baby, cum on my cock.”

His words made you break free, but you knew it couldn't end here when he grabbed you and turned you to kiss you.

changbin: thighs and titis

He likes the way you tease him so much when you sit in his lap and your thighs are within his reach that he can't resist touching them.

He can't get enough of you when you ride him, so he'll ask you to go faster while he marks his fingers on your fleshy skin.

He likes it when you ride him and he can see your tits bouncing in his face that he won't be able to resist touching them, sucking them and marking them.

You smiled as you saw Changbin's head resting on the couch as he fought not to moan.

His hands were squeezing your thighs as you bounced on his cock, your hands were wrapped around his neck you clawed at his shoulders as your walls caressed that sweet spot.

"You're going to finish me off," his eyes met for a moment before he placed them on your breasts and licked his lips, longing to have them in his mouth.

"Bine… I'm close" Changbin smiled and with one of his hands he squeezed one of your nipples while he saw how you exposed your neck.

You felt his lips on your other nipple and his teeth played making the knot in your stomach release.

"I love you," you heard him say as you rested your head on his shoulders.

hyunjin: tits

He doesn't like to start without first playing with your nipples because they are so cute that he can't resist putting them in his mouth.

He won't stop until he's had enough of watching your body shake from playing with your nipples.

You moaned his name for the thousandth time that night and your body shuddered when he squeezed one of your nipples hard.

Hyunjin's kisses on your neck only left more red marks to remember later, but his laughter echoed in your ears when he saw your legs trembling.

"You can do better" you struggled to keep your legs open and your eyes closed, but when Hyunjin grabbed your face and forced you to look at yourself in the mirror in front of you you saw how your cheeks turned red.

" I Can't"

You moaned, watching his hands move over your breasts non-stop. Only he could bring you closer to the limit without touching you where you needed it most and you would still ask for more.

"If you can" You let your head fall onto his shoulders and you felt your body shake but the feeling stopped suddenly and you fought not to shed the tears in your eyes.

"Please, I need you so much" you moaned as you felt his hand run down your body to your core.

"Tell me how much you need me baby" You couldn't answer and moaned when his fingers pressed against your needy clit.

"I like my name on your lips, keep saying it"

Tag list: @zuuhaaa

[ohbo-ohno]

i wanna know ghoap's individual reactions to them finally breaking the reader, maybe the reader's been bratty all day long, refusing to play with the new toys simon got for her or sulking when johnny tries to play dress up using her, maybe simon's getting a little pissed and just pulls her onto his lap, she struggles, but then a warm, calloused thumb to her clit, rubbing gently, with his hot breath against that sensitive part her neck has the stiffness suddenly melting, and simon's eyes spark with GLEE as he sees her own eyes glaze over and she whines and pushes her hips further into his hands. god that would be so fun. but i'm not sure how this would work out for johnny

i need an oxygen machine

Simon's a little tired that day, doesn't quite have the energy to force you to submit, to force you into the soft headspace they want you in. So when you gripe and bitch he just grabs you, dragging you over on top of him without a word and ignoring your complaints. He curls you into him, scoops your legs up and tucks your feet under one thigh, has your ass planted on the other and rests his arm behind your back to give you support. You get a little wiggly and he doesn't even say anything, just growls out a low noise against your temple and sneaks his free hand between your legs. You go all stiff in his arms, and he strokes a little. Nothing much, just enough for you to feel the sensation, feel where he is. And you just break for him. Go fully limp in his arms, legs falling open and head falling to his neck as you let out a little keen, burrowing your face beneath his jaw and panting. He can't fuckin' believe it. He tugs you even closer, rubs just a little faster and pets up and down your back, mummering to you there you go, sweetheart. that's nice, isn't it? bein' so good for me, so soft. lettin' me be nice to you, so good. isn't this good? don't you like bein' good for me? that's my girl.

it would take a little more for johnny. you've got your guard up around him in a different way than you do with simon. you know what's happening with simon, have at least a bit of an idea what he'll do to/with you. but with johnny you've got to always prepare for the unexpected, so you sort of tiptoe around him a lot. the moment he thinks he's actually got you is just a lazy saturday afternoon. simon is napping on the couch, and johnny pulls you into the kitchen with him to make a cake. no reason, he just wants to do something with you, and it's rainy and gross out so he can't even take you on a walk anywhere. you're a little softer that day, had been good and not need any scolding or punishments, so your walls are lowered. you make the cake together from a box mix, johnny drawing the process out to spend as much time with you as possible. he picks you up by the hips at one point, drops you onto his feet and holds your hands as he dances the two of you around. it's silly, and johnny's singing terribly as he does it, all dramatic and loose, pulling your body along with his and not even making you take a step. you can't help but laugh, loud and full. johnny's heart stops when he hears it, and he quickly turns, pushing your back into a counter. you cut yourself off, staring up at him in surprise, and he gets so panicked, worried he's lost you already. so he does the first thing that comes to mind - dips his finger in the bowl of batter next to you and swipes it onto your nose. you lose it, already in a good headspace. you just burst out laughing, tears welling in your eyes. he can't even laugh with you, just stares down all wide-eyed at your euphoria. it's then that he knows it'll all be ok. you can be happy with them <3

[starringthesturniolos]

bite me(part 6)-Matt Sturniolo

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6

summary: matt hates your guts but all of that changes when he wakes up and finds out your his mate.

contains: vampire!matt x reader, highschool au! (18 years old), dark themes, death, smut (not in this part)

A/N- THIS CHAPTER IS KINDA SAD but y'all will be alright, trust. a lot of violence in this chapter so by all means if that is not your thing please don't read. I want everyone that reads this to ENJOY it. love yall, bye!

matts pov.

the drive back to my house was silent. even with my heightened sense of hearing, I could only hear the sound of our breathing and the quiet hum of my engine. two minutes ago, she had been crying and I saw into the darkness that was her life. key word, was. between the protection spell and me, no one is ever going to hurt her again. a dark thought pops into my head, and ,unlike any other time, I welcome it with open arms.

"do you want him dead?" I mutter, letting the thought free. I said It quietly, but it sounded like I might as well have screamed compared to the quiet of my car. it made my skin crawl and judging by the look on her face, it made her's crawl too. "what is that supposed to mean??" she whips her head to me with fear in her eyes. merciful. I added that to a list of chracteristics that y/n had that I subconsciously accumulated in my own head. even though he hurt her in the worst ways, she'd never want anyone to lay a finger on him.

"he's my dad, matt!" she panics taking my lack of response as a promise that I would go back to her house and finish him off. I put one arm up in defense. "I was just asking. you panic too much, someone should go check your blood pressure.Jesus." I scoff, playing it off as if I wouldn't have gotten rid of him the moment she told she wanted me too.

she slumped back in her seat, clearly relieved. its right then that I notice the dark circles under her eyes. she's tired, and humans need rest. "go to sleep, you look like shit." I quip. if she were in her right mind, she probably would have said something back. instead she brings her knees into her chest and puts her head on the window. her eyes close and in a few minutes her breathing and heart rate slow. she's asleep and my eyes stay on the rough, pot - hole infested road. all the way home, I dodge the holes so she sleeps fine.

unreasonable fear hits my chest at my own actions. when did you start to care so much? is the question I ask myself as I gently lift her sleeping form into my arms to bring her into the house.

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y/n is in the other room, and I wake up to my phone buzzing incessantly. I pick up my phone to see that nick is calling me. "he disappears off the face of the earth for two days and all of a sudden he wants to chit chat at the crack of dawn", I think to myself before smashing the accept call button in annoyance. "what?" my gruff voice answers in a more than grumpy tone.

"I need you to come to meet me, now! I'll send you my location. do not bring anyone with you, and do not to take your sweet ass time either matt." he says seriously. I can hear in his voice he is fighting to keep himself from sounding panicked. sensing the danger he's in, worry surges through me, and I can't help but wonder what he's gotten himself into. "don't worry nick, im coming." I say back just as seriously before hanging up the phone and rushing out the house.

I drive over as fast as I can to the unknown spot. it's just a clearing of trees and grass where two cars are parked side by side. ones nicks' and the other is someone's I don't recognize. I hop out of the car quick on high alert. nick where are you??

"you think you can just take my daughter and get away with it. I'm sorry son, but you're in for a real treat." says a terrifying voice that-unless god forbid I took another girl to my house tonight- could only be y/n's fathers’. I turn slowly to see him, a tall, burly man. he's holding nick close too him, a knife pressed lightly against the sensitive skin of his neck. regulary, I would look at this and shrug, vampires aren't supposed to be able to die. but nick's neck is bleeding from where the knife lightly grazes him. vampires can make other people bleed, but they themselves can't bleed, at least that's how it's supposed to be. even though the wound wasn't deep enough to be lethal, the wound itself was the problem to begin with. All thoughts aside, I lunge forward to grab nick away from the man but he dodges with unnatural speed. he smells human, but he's quick, too quick, which can only mean one thing.

y/n's dad is a fucking lunatic magic user, and, based on the position he's got me and nick in right now , he's a damn strong one too.

he throws nick to the side right then, and nick flops to the floor gasping for breath and clutching his bleeding throat. I freeze in fear for what's happened to nick. for what is going to happen to me. he waves the same knife he had pressed against nick at me in tauntingly cold, cut motions.

"matt, run" nick says weakly. my feet listen to nick's instructions, and I turn to bolt, only to find the powerful magic user right in front of me in an instant. before I can react, he plunges the knife into my stomach in three quick motions. unbearable pain laces through me and I feel something coming that I never thought I'd ever have to experience. that something is death.

"should of asked for a protection spell yourself." he lets out a cold, hard laugh as I drop to the floor slipping into an abyss of darkness.

@bbernard-03

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[nanamiscocksleeve]

Too Sweet

Ok, so here's my hot take (or maybe not, who knows) about the Hozier song Too Sweet being Nanami-coded. When the song first came out, everyone was screaming that it's Nanami-coded so obviously I gave it a listen and when it was done...I was a bit confused.

There is nothing about this song that makes me think of Nanami. Save for the chorus:

"I think I'll take my whiskey neat My coffee black and my bed at three"

With the exception of those lines I fail to see how any of the rest of the song relates to Nanami. The song talks about a man who (apparently) is in a relationship with someone who lives a contrasting life to his own. His s/o seems to be someone who likes structure and a more stable life with a plan, whereas he prefers spontaneity and some of the darker aspects of life.

Now, I can't help but picture Nanami as someone who craves this kind of structured lifestyle as well. We know he's tired and I think he would love it if he could find someone that could bring a touch of domesticity into his life. The song narrator sounds like the person Nanami is right now, like making the best decisions he can with whatever he has but I just don't feel like he'd reject someone trying to provide him with comforts like making sure he gets enough sleep, or that he's living life to the fullest.

As for the "you're too sweet for me" I can imagine Nanami saying this when he finds his s/o doing things that he doesn't necessarily expect of them, like staying up waiting for him when he gets home late, or bringing him his lunch if he forgets it. The song though, almost makes it sound like the narrator is patronizing the s/o because they're "too sweet" for the rough and almost bitter lifestyle he prefers.

"sweet as a grape If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait"

This almost makes it sound like the narrator is asking s/o to wait on him and see if they'll change their mind about the type of lifestyle they want vs the one he's leading. That almost feels like he's not making promises to the s/o but rather, he's waiting for them to accept his lifestyle and maybe ease up on their own expectations as to how they want to live ("You treat your mouth as if it's Heaven's gate, The rest of you like you're the TSA"). I can't imagine Nanami leading someone on like that, or asking them to change their mind on something that they clearly have worked hard to attain.

I guess what I'm trying to say here is Nanami isn't someone running away from wanting a structured life and stability. He very much wants it, but he's stuck with the current lifestyle of working long hours and sleeping whenever he can. He doesn't want it, but it's what he has and he's doing his best to make it work.

Anyway, I fail to find the connection between Nanami and this song. This is just my opinion and thoughts, of course, everyone is free to feel how they feel. No shade to Hozier though, it's a nice song on it's own, just not Nanami-coded.

Thanks for listening to me ramble.

[captainfern]

hi fern! i hope something nice happens to you today! i just wanted to drop this little thought in your askbox.

so i'm quitting smoking, yay! it's hard but i'm so proud of myself. it's been a month since my last cigarette but i still have cravings and i just can't get it out of my head that gaz would be the best at supporting me (why are they always worse after i've eaten?! or i'm tired?!). so i've been sucking on a lot of lollipops and well... obviously my mind drifted to other things i could suck to alleviate my cravings....

(if you're not comfortable sharing this, that's totally fine! i know smoking is gross and no one is comfortable writing about it so feel free to delete this! either way, have a wonderful day!)

congratulations i’m super proud of you !!

gaz is too lol

18+ fem!reader (m!receiving oral bbyyy)

there’s something so erotic about it. about the way he’s looking at you. looking at you with those deep brown eyes, molasses-thick and warm with admiration.

the situation isn’t overtly kinky, or laden with excruciating levels of lustrous allure. it just feels so intimate, so hot and heavy, and he’s barely even touched you.

but that’s what gaz does to you. what he’s always done to you.

when you told him you’d quit smoking, he was so incredibly happy for you (although, conversations of him quitting were whittled down to nothing more than i’m a casual smoker, sweetheart. nothing regular, i promise). you’d then confided in him, a month-or-so in, that you felt like you needed something to… suck on. to chew on. to occupy the parched cavern of your mouth and entertain your restless mind.

like the sweetheart he was, he bought you all kinds of sweets— things to chew on, things to suck on, things to roll around along the ridges of your lower molars. but soon, the cravings went beyond the odd lollipop.

and that’s what led you to this very moment.

gaz’s thumb hooked into the corner of your mouth, gently prying your lips apart as you kneeled in front of him, hands splayed across his strong thighs. he stood, towering over you, unhinging your jaw with the soft, gentle beckon of his thumb. your eyes remained locked on his the entire time, butterflies filling your stomach.

you were completely naked. stripped bare— on your own accord— and situated on your knees, soft carpet beneath you (he wouldn’t let you kneel on the kitchen tiles, where you originally proposed this idea). gaz was dressed almost fully, his toned abdomen covered by his t-shirt. but you could see the prominent V-line, the dips in his muscle, paired with a thin line of hair, right to the base of his hard cock.

the cock which he was slowly feeding into your open mouth. thumb still hooked into the corner of your mouth, gaz held the back of your head with his other hand as he guided his cock past your lips. gently, slowly, inch-by-inch. you watched him, and the way his beautiful face flickered with restrained pleasure.

your tongue instinctively curled a bit to meet the width of him, of the hard length sliding over it. saliva built behind your teeth, your breaths falling in laboured pants as gaz pushed in further and further. further, still, until the tip of his cock nudged the back of your throat, making you gag. he drew back a few centimetres, with the hand on the back of your head petting you fondly.

“my perfect girl…” gaz muttered, slowly pulling out until the flared head of his cock was all that remained inside your mouth. he removed his thumb, instead moving it to rest against the rear of the bed he was leaning against.

you suctioned your lips around the head of his cock, sucking gently and dispersing the saliva. gaz groaned, the hand on your head tightening. he canted his hips forward, shoving his cock back into the tight heat of your mouth. you whined around him, the vibrations hitting him straight-on, forcing a low moan from his chest.

“so perfect,” he whispered, eyelids lowered.

he then let you set the pace. bobbing your head back and forth, you took one of your hands and wrapped it around the base of his cock, coating your palm and fingers in your saliva. you gripped him there, twisting lightly while your mouth suctioned around him, tongue rubbing flat along the vein curled up the underside.

he watched you with those heated brown eyes, long lashes casting shadows across his cheekbones beneath the low light. he continued to pet your head, massaging you, as you took more and more of his cock. his pretty girlfriend, naked and on her knees for him, cock in her mouth. what a sight.

your cheeks were slowly beginning to hurt as you hollowed them, sliding his cock in and out, taking time to jerk him off while you licked around the tip with the point of your tongue. you could taste him— not at all unpleasant and not too salty. it almost tasted good. it suited him.

you slowly took him to the root again, lips brushing along the thatch of thick hair at the base. the leaking tip brushed the back of your throat, and this time you managed to withhold a gag. you closed your eyes momentarily, willing tears away, before starting your rhythm back up again.

gaz moaned at the wet warmth, the tightness of your pretty mouth. god, you were so fucking perfect.

“you like that, baby?” gaz cooed, rubbing the back of your head. “you like keeping that pretty mouth busy, huh? y’like sucking on things, don’t you?”

you did, but not that you could answer anyway. the butterflies in your stomach were going wild, the heat in your core blooming, pulsing in time with the beating of your heart. you imagined that you’d have slick running down your thighs soon.

gaz moaned, tossing his head back. he looked so pretty like this. “yeah, that’s it. suck my cock, sweetheart.”

you wanted him to come in your mouth. you wanted to feel his cock twitch against your tongue, and feel the heat of his seed splash down your throat. or maybe you wanted it to fill the crevices of your mouth, so you could hold it there with a triumphant smile, before swallowing it and showing him your barren tongue. hopefully you’d taste him for days.

like the universe was listening to your innermost thoughts, you felt gaz’s cock twitching against the flat of your tongue. his balls were drawing up tight, low groans filtering from his mouth, breathing turning into panting— desperate, pent-up panting.

“oh god,” he whimpered out, hips bucking. “oh god, oh god— fuck, fuck— baby, holy fuck.”

you kept your pace steady as the hand on the back of your head started to hijack your efforts. your boyfriend fucked himself into you, forcing his cock to the back of your throat again and again, neglecting your breathing as he chased his high. you’d forgive him. hell, you weren’t even mad at him, to be honest.

and he sounded so fucking good. this whole thing was meant to appease you, but now it was starting to feel a whole lot more like you were appeasing him. appeasing a god, clearly.

“oh fuck, m’gonna come, sweetheart. can— oh, fuck— can i come in your mouth?”

you looked up at him with tears blurring your vision and you hummed a yes, unable to nod. the hums were a buzz against the smooth, sensitive ridges of his cock, and he found himself moaning your name in desperation as he came.

it was the first option. your second favourite option of the two, but you weren’t really complaining.

his cum, warm and, well, a lot, emptied down the channel of your throat. you wanted to cough, but the head of his cock pushed it all aside— including your breath— as his cock twitched and jerked against the soft muscle of your tongue, still writhing around him. he moaned your name again. again and again until his cock settled, semi-hard inside your mouth.

he stroked the back of your head, pulling his cock out of your throat but letting it rest between the softness of your lips. he didn’t look like he was going to pull out any time soon. so you swallowed, and attempted to give him a smile.

“beautiful girl,” he said, other hand shifting to cup your cheek, thumb running along your cheekbone, feeling the heat there. “i’m so proud of you.”

[ladyempty]

We all know the story, Steffon on Aerys' orders goes to find a bride for Rhaegar, one of good lineage and valerian. But he doesn't find any good enough so Rhaegar marries Elia.

Now, let's imagine, there is a last Velaryon who is consequently the Lady of the Velaryon house but is constantly traveling to the free cities to increase the fortune of the house so Velaryon!Reader went unnoticed by Steffon.

What would Yandere Rhaegar's reaction be when Velaryon Reader appears at the Harrenhal tournament married to a man from Essos and already with three children, two girls and a boy, all with platinum hair? 👀

"you're in the water, i'm in the fire."

° | My first order! I can't believe it!! Thank you very much 💜 English is not my first language. | ° | This is a yandere work and may contain triggering behavior. I'm not in favor of that in real life. | ° | pairing: Rhaegar Targaryen x Velaryon! Reader

Prince Rhaegar Targaryen, the last dragon and with the advancing madness of King Aerys, the final hope of house Targaryen. Surrounded by an air of melancholy and a veil of sadness, he sought in books and parchments a refuge for a tired mind beyond his tender years.

His thirst for reading, always insatiable and sadness for no reason, it was no surprise that the Targaryen sought answers in his most reliable “friends”, books, the certain mental instability that surrounded him left fertile ground for his almost insane thoughts and dreams to take over. leadership. He had clung to every word and prophecy spoken about the Targaryen house as if it was the only thing that mattered, he had complete confidence and certainty that the promised prince would be born from his bloodline. Of his blood and flesh. A justification that went beyond men's understanding for their birth and unhappy existence. He had a greater purpose.

And he certainly wouldn't rest until he accomplished it. His marriage to Elia, like so many other royals, was purely political with no real feelings shared between them. Rhaegar didn't feel frustrated, Elia was kind, intelligent, fun and beautiful, from the second largest house in Westeros, he had nothing to complain about. A bolt of happiness struck him every time Elia managed to get pregnant, it was the beginning of the realization of his destiny. Just one more and then finally a dragon will have three heads as it should be.

But of course that didn't happen. The wife was very weak, her body would not be able to handle another pregnancy without her dying in the process and possibly along with the child who could not be born. It was not a pleasant risk, it would also cause certain disagreements in the political relationship with Dornes. He just needed a son, no matter who mother him.

It was a sunny day that morning, the sun was pleasantly warm, and the glory of the day in the riverlands spread before his eyes. On the sides of the road, the fruit trees hide with their delicate greenery and the birds busy with their melodies come out of hiding to enjoy some of the sun's rays. He was accompanied to the tournament at Harrenhal by his wife, children and father, who, paranoidly, would not allow any of his guards to remain more than two feet away from him. Observing each of those present with dark and suspicious purple eyes, not recognizing their own allies and subjects.

They arrived at dusk in time to attend the tournament's opening ceremonies, a grand banquet held in the Hall of a Hundred Hearths with nearly every lord of the seven kingdoms present, laughing and dancing along to the lively melody that resounded throughout the great hall. Elia quickly walked away to continue a conversation with his brother, the king remained quiet, his half-closed gaze migrating from one person to another with the speed and distrust of a trained dog. And after countless requests from nervous ladies and smiling gentlemen, Rhaegar surrendered to playing at least one melody on the harp.

The spirited Lady Lyanna seemed more moved, shedding a few tears and letting out a few shaky sighs, and Rhaegar was almost convinced that she was a fragile and lovely maiden before Stark poured, between grumbles and without any hesitation, an entire goblet of wine on her head of the younger brother. The action managed to surprise the prince, the girl had a joy that was not constantly present in her life and that was very well appreciated. Her mind strayed for a moment, and Rhaegar admired the young woman's beauty, she was charming and youthful like a flower in bloom.

His thoughts strayed again as an unsettling silence fell over the great hall like never before, the ladies ceased their gossip and the lords no longer clinked their overflowing goblets of the most expensive wine. All eyes were fixed on the large entrance door, which creaked as it was moved again. By instinct, Rhaegar followed the crowd's gaze and later, when he recalled the moment, he would not regret his decision.

A couple closely accompanied by three children entered the room. The man was tall, with copper skin and short dark hair, with a beard and wore an ice blue doublet. He carried the youngest child with him, a small girl who didn't look two years old anymore and certainly couldn't keep up with the adults. On the left side was another child, a boy just over five years old, with short hair and blue clothes, just like his father and next to the boy was another girl, with closed features, a little taller. And on the right side was the woman who was assumed to be the man's wife.

At that moment Rhaegar's heart skipped a few beats, his heart accelerated, the butterflies in his stomach appeared as quickly as lightning that left him breathless, an electric current running through his body until it reached his clouded and restless mind. If before he found Lady Lyanna adorable, now her appearance paled in comparison to the unknown woman's elegance and beauty. Their still hazy path takes another path, the long platinum hair that shone silver under the candlelight and the purple eyes like amethysts, of the woman and the children.

Was this a Joke? How was it possible? Rhaegar could not recall any woman with Valerian features in any house great or small in the seven kingdoms. If he knew, she would certainly be his wife right now. This thought darkened his features, due to the incompetence of others Rhaegar did not have the woman of his dreams, much less his three children as the prophecy said. His eyes fixed on the boy... Rhaegar didn't have the promised prince....

As the night wore on, the Targaryen prince's eyes never left the unknown woman's warm figure, every smile, every graceful dance, every sway of her platinum curls, even the quick glimpse of her stockinged legs. Everything was caught in the Targaryen's hungry, shameless eyes, the hunger that grew in her strange squirming with every little interaction she had with her husband or children. Every smile that was never directed at him was a punch to his face and a kick to his gut.

That Wasn't Right, Why Was This Happening? It was his destiny, those should be his children and his wife. Were the gods testing him? How could they be so cruel?

He approached without delay the moment you were left alone by your husband, the youngest daughter firmly holding the skirt of your light blue dress. Rhaegar put the best smile he had on his face before greeting, cornering the woman, who he now knew the identity of, to talk more personal, more gentle, more compromising. He simply couldn't contain himself, a dissatisfied tingling spread through his hands with every minute that passed without touching the softness of his face, a touch that could be interpreted as inappropriate but felt absolutely right in the prince's mind.

Rhaegar nodded calmly with a slight smile at each word you said, unable to contain himself any longer, his hand gently placed one of the platinum strands of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips trailing gently down the side of your slender neck. Restraining himself from saying anything or moving forward with his movements. Ignoring the way you winced and tried to politely walk away.

Why were you shy? Soon you would be married. It was destiny and nothing mattered beyond that. You would follow your duty.

[the-kr8tor]

Could you do fluffy hobbies reaction to reader having like stretch marks or scars stuff like that?

(Sorry my English isn’t good)💗

Thank you for the lovely request, angel! Hope you like it ❤️

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, wrote with a female reader in mind but no pronouns used. Fluff.

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Hobie comes home tired, in one piece but absolutely knackered. He feels his muscles are about to fall out of his bones from the amount of swinging he did throughout the evening. Unfortunately he also had to patrol into the early hours, thanks to the vulture who decided committing crime at dawn is the perfect time to do that. The sun already rose, bathing Spider-Man in its glow.

He finally reaches the houseboat, opening the living room's window, Hobie finds you curled on his lumpy settee, the entire place clean and free from stray mechanical parts. He's incredibly thankful for your help, but he can't help his guilt eat at him. He only wishes that he could've helped, or at least told you it wasn't necessary, but knowing you, you would've had a way in making him give in, especially when it comes to taking care of him.

Just the sight of you makes his heart swell ten fold. Hobie has missed you dearly, he's been so busy with his responsibilities that you haven't seen each other for an entire week, only having a few minutes in the day to talk, which isn't enough for the both of you. That's probably why you've waited for him to get home, ending up sleeping on his couch tired from cleaning and waiting for him.

Hobie sighs, he's already thinking of a way to thank you and make up for lost time. Walking closer, he blinks wide awake at your outfit. Or his outfit for that matter, you're wearing his old band shirt, its color fading. His boxers reveal your legs, skin on full display.

Curled like a shrimp, you groan awake at the sudden presence. Feeling you stir, Hobie takes his mask off to not scare your half asleep brain. Silently, he sits down on the floor, facing your sleepy face. You slowly open your eyes, smile spreading over your lips once your bleary eyes adjust.

"Hi" you say softly like you're trying not to wake up the rest of the city. Feeling for his gloved hand, your hand blindly reaches for him.

"Love," Hobie helps you halfway, bringing his hand over to yours, you relax once more when he cups his palm atop your own. "You look bloody fit right now"

You snort, "even if I drooled all over your pillows?"

He brings his free hand over to your upper thigh, absentmindedly rubbing your skin. Chuckling, Hobie squeezes it for good measure. "I was talking 'bout your little outfit, did you go shopping in my wardrobe?"

You wake up immediately, insecurity filling you, sitting up, you grab the blanket you've kicked off in the middle of the night to tuck your legs under it. "Sorry, should've asked first"

Hobie's brows furrowed, "you don't have to, oi" he notices your downturned gaze, "what's wrong?"

"Nothing, how's the patrol? You didn't get hurt, right?" You play with the frayed edges of the knitted blanket.

"'m fine, just tired" he takes your hand again, softly, he interlocks his fingers with yours. "Love, what's wrong? You suddenly flipped"

"I'm– it's nothing, just realized I have morning breath"

"You know for a fact I don't care 'bout that. I woke up to that a hundred times before, kissed you in the morning a hundred more. You can talk to me." he ducks to meet your gaze. His mind rushes through several thoughts, nothing good out of all of them.

You make yourself smaller on the couch. He waits while you collect your thoughts. "I-I've got stretch marks on my thighs, sorry" hiding your legs under the blanket. Maybe you should've stayed in your long trousers.

Hobie sighs in relief, cupping your thigh over the scratchy fabric. "Lovey" he says softly, staring deep into your eyes. "It's a part of you, even if you've got scales under there I'll still love every inch of you"

"This?" He squeezes your thighs for extra emphasis "there's nothing wrong with it or you, and anybody who says otherwise can kiss my arse"

You laugh, music to his ears. "Thank you, I needed to hear that"

"I've got stretch marks too. Nothin' to be ashamed of, yeah?"

"Yeah" you nod, smiling softly, laying your head atop his shoulder. Hands splayed over his back in an embrace. He reciprocates immediately, rubbing softly over your tensed muscles.

Hobie lifts you up in one swift movement, you gasp at the sudden increase in height. "Let's get you properly tucked in bed"

"Will you join me?" You say into his neck.

"Of course, after a quick shower. I reek"

"I don't care, you smell great to me"

He laughs, "sure, whatever you say, gorgeous" Hobie slaps your butt cheek for good measure.

[mashiraostail]

could you elaborate on that wyll turn om your wrote? pretty please? 👉👈

being a wyll fan is literally looksmaxxing.

nsfw under da cut!! My Wyll bias is sooo gnarly i could write a book about him he's sooo handsome.

You were hobbiling towards camp, the sun was already lowering in the sky, not that you had the energy to lift your head up to see the sky and notice. Wyll had your left side and Karlach your right, you were dragging your feet letting the duo mostly carry you.

"I think," Karlach hoists you up a bit, "we should ban the casting of haste on our good friend here for at least 5 days."

"Possibly six." Wyll agrees, squeezing your waist a bit.

"Never again." You turn into him, in favor of Karlach.

"I'm sorry, Gale was hoarding scrolls." Wyll hobbles a bit at the sudden shift of weight but he still helps you along none the less.

"I wasn't hoarding anything!" Gale argues, "don't blame this on me! I'm carrying all the stuff, I've repented!"

You chuckle a bit, "don't be mean to Gale."

"Defending Gale??" Karlach guffaws, "oh god, they're delrious." She hoists you over her shoulder, "Wyll standby, they might need mouth to mouth."

You laugh but reach out for Wyll nonetheless, "Wyll! Get me down!"

You lock eyes for a second with him, not before he gives your body, hoisted upon Karlach's shoulder, a once over . He can see your exposed sides through your armor, the fabric rumpled up so he could even see down to the small of your back. When he looks at your face he can't deny you do look a bit delirious. Your eyelids looked particularly heavy but you were smiling at him sleepy and content.

"Come on, give them to me Karlach you're scaring them." Wyll chuckles a bit and gestures for you.

"I don't know if you can keep this one on a leash." Karlach shakes her head, "what if they really have lost their mind? What if they're a doppelgänger?"

"Is it so odd they would be nice to me?" Gale sounds offended, "I'm shocked, and offended. We really are good friends, the two of us!"

Karlach sets you down on the ground once you can see your camp in the distance and you stumble into Wyll. He steadies you by your waist.

"Alright, be careful." Wyll wraps an arm around you, "Karlach don't shake them around so much next time."

You're laughing, giggling, turning into him. He uses his free hand to rub his face and look anywhere but you. You don't notice the way Karlach snickers but he sure does.

Back at camp the others were already settling in for the night, dinner had been started and everyone was lounging around pretty contentedly given the dire situation you all found yourselves in.

"Let's get you settled down then." Wyll helps you down to lounge against a log by the camp fire. "Are you alright?"

"I'm alright." Your head lolls to the side, "exhausted."

"I can imagine." Wyll produces a small flask of water and hands it to you, "have something to drink. I'll get you dinner." He starts to stand, "and try to wash up a bit? I'd hate for you to fall asleep covered in the dirt from today."

You nod lazily with no real intention of heeding his words, you could sleep in your armor right now. When he returns his own armor had been discarded and he had dinner in hand for you, to be fair to pot wasn't far away but you were almost certain you'd be sleeping right against this log tonight.

"Will you be alright if I go help Karlach out with some things?" The way you reach out for his hand makes his stomach flutter nervously. You're looking up at him with tired eyes, your dinner sitting beside you, forgotten.

"You won't stay with me? I need some place more comfortable to lay on." The back of your head is resting against the log you're leaned on. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep his jaw from hitting the floor.

'I....will be back for you as soon as everything is sorted." He feels your thumb slide over his knuckles. You're pulling his hand subtly, enough so that he can feel and just take half a step towards you.

"Can't you sort it later?" You pull again and of course he kneels, not before choking back a gasp tinged with equal parts arousal and surprise. When you're closer to eye level he can see the way you fight to keep your head upright, the way it subtly lolls every time your eyelids linger closed. He supposed it wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, to yield to you. He could lay down right beside you and your would go to him, wrap your arms around him, he could take a deep breath of you and enjoy the feeling of your skin against his. He'd wanted to do nothing more since your initial getting together, but he had difficulties finding the right time for such indulgences given your rather dramatic day to day lives. You seemed to not share his troubles, dusting your fingers over the tattered hem of his shirt and down the short hairs trailing towards his pants. He'd seen you look there before, but in the fleeting moments you spared with him you tended not to linger on it.

"Gods-" He doesn't manage to choke it back this time.

"Wyll," He feels your other hand starting up his arm.

"What are you doing now, I can't-" He's willing all the heat out of his face as your hand closes around the crook of his neck, "what are you doing now?" If you can sense his nervousness you don't mention it.

"Oi! Wyll!" Karlach's voice echos all the way across camp, it makes you jump.

"I'm sorry-" You scrub your face, "I'm tired it's...poor impulse control. Karlach is looking for you."

"Karlach is-" Wyll looks over his shoulder, "I'm....I mean she doesn't...it's not pressing." He clears his throat, "if you..have something you need from me?"

"Wyll!"

"It sounds pressing." You look up at him, "I'll..be here I can't move." You flop backwards and the loss of proximity makes Wyll feel cold. He gets up though, seems to dust himself off before heading in whatever direction Karlach had been screeching from.

He almost feels bad for how little help he is to Karlach. His mind simply can't stop wandering to how you stuck to him. How you'd seemed more than open to showing him all the things you liked about him, and all the places you'd wished to linger. He wondered if he hadn't gotten up would you have started letting your lips wander the way your hands did? Even covered in your conquests for the day he still found you to be incredibly inviting. Had you not been in the middle of camp he would have been happy to lay back and let you touch and mouth all over him, if it's what you wanted. And the way you'd said his name then too, it was just knocking around what felt like an otherwise empty skull. Poor impulse control? Did you think about touching him all the time then? What other impulses would your sleep hazed brain be unable to inhibit if you were alone with him? He was almost too egear to find out.

"You know they're alright?" Karlach seems to take his absent mindedness as worry, "just exhausted. It's gonna be okay."

"I.." Wyll shakes his head, trying to get the various nude images of you to fuck off, "yeah..gods..yeah trust me I know."

She seems to perk up a bit, "well is there something I don't know?"

"No secrets between friends, Karlach." Wyll waves her away as the memory of your sleepy, coy smile creeps back into his mind.

True to your word you don't move, not because you don't want to. You simply felt no desire or motivation to get up and move. You do eat a bit, and chat with Astarion briefly, but then you're alone again contemplating the fire. When Wyll returns your glad to see him for more reason than one.

"Gods, you're still in your armor." He holds his hands out to you and you take them, hoisting yourself up. "Come on, if you needed help cleaning up all you had to do was ask."

"I didn't want to trouble you." You follow him staying close behind as he walks around the edge of camp to the water. You cant resist the temptation to reach out and brush your fingers over the exposed nape of his neck, he falters just barely, but says nothing about it.

"It's no trouble." He sits you on a rock and starts helping you remove your armor. You do notice the way his eyes seem to latch onto each and every inch of your newly exposed skin. "It's an honor."

"An honor?" You laugh a little to try and hide your embarrassment, "come off it."

"It is." He insists, even taking off your boots for you. Once your armor was discarded he takes a damp cloth to your skin. "I'm honored you trust me to have you like this. I hope I'm one of a few."

"More like the only." The cloth feels perfect on your sore skin, red from where your armor chafed against you and dug into you all day. You figured, since he's touching you, you may as well get to touch him. You graze your fingers down his forearms, and over the veins on the back of his hand. Your other hand brushes over the side of his neck and down to his chest pulling just barely on the collar of his shirt.

"You'll never be rid of me if you keep blowing up my ego." Wyll warns you, but he's smiling, his free hand is damp too and pinning your hair off your face.

"I don't want to be rid of you, Wyll." You cast your gaze up to meet his, "I'd like you close, just like this, for the forseeable future. Closer even."

He laughs, "well there will be no protest from me." You feel a wave of warm content wash over you at the sound of his laughter and voice which it makes keeping your eyes open all the harder. You drag your flat palm over his chest, then back up over his shoulder.

"Am I putting you to sleep?" He asks, wringing the cloth over the water.

"It just feels nice." You shake your head, "'s all." He brings the rag to your face, beginning to wipe off the dirt stuck to you there. "And your voice is very soothing."

"Is it?" He seems elated to have you like this, if his grin and the flutter to his voice are any indication.

"And you're very handsome."

"I'm thrilled you think so, I've noticed you've been having a hard time keeping your hands to yourself." You can hear the smile in his voice as he drags the cloth down the cut of your jaw, "but am I handsome enough that you'd consider spending the night with me?"

"I was worried you'd never ask." You manage it through a yawn that puffs your chests and pulls out your collarbones in a way that makes Wyll turn his eyes up to the stars to save his own decency.

"You're always invited. You know it's only a short walk across camp from your spot to mine." He's kneeling between your legs to get the best access to your neck and shoulders which he'd left for last. Your hands were wandering again, just like they had at the fire. One on his stomach and the other running up his arm and shoulder. After a moment he discards the cloth, but let's his hands stay against your skin. When you lean forward he isn't sure what you're going to do, but the way your lips graze over his exposed stomach and down to the hem of his pants was probably closer to the bottom of his list. He can feel your breath against his skin, in deep through your nose and out through barely parted lips.

You lean back again to see him, looking down at you with a mixture of shock and arousal.

"I'm not unwelcome, am I?" Both of your hands are on his arms now, like you were mapping out every part of him you liked, he was almost egar to find where you'd indulge yourself next.

"No, not not..not at all." He shakes his head and you feel his gaze all over your face and neck, almost like he was waiting for permission.

"KIss me." You turn up at the feeling of his hands on your face, he's quick to indulge you, and when he does he feels your hands drag immediately down to his chest and stomach.

"You've never touched me like this before." Wyll chuckles into your lips, "it's all very telling."

"My impulse control." You remind him and he hums, a knowing tone in his voice.

"Well feel free to..never control another impulse of yours again."

"Do you intend to make me wait forever, Wyll? To have you?" You wrap you arms around his shoulders and draw him into you, your lips go easily to his throat and down to his collarbones.

"I will not make you wait a second longer." He rolls over with you, taking you in his lap. He easily discards his shirt and feels you working at his pants which he doesn't protest in the slightest. "Tell me what you want." The feeling of your palms against his chest keep him grounded enough to keep talking to you, otherwise he thinks he'd be somewhere on cloud nine.

"Touch me, Wyll just touch me." He watched your chest rise and fall with shallow sleepy breaths, so content to look that he'd plain forgotten your request for him to touch as well. You guide his hands over your body, one on your chest and the other on your thigh. You kiss him, over his neck and shoulders, his bicep his chest, occasionally biting anywhere that looked particularly supple.

"Oh gods you're being unfair now-" He feels you starting to rut against him, "gods you're so lovely."

You're practically purring for him and he realizes he's hardly done anything but call you lovely, and if it was as easy as that he was happy to continue to indulge you.

"Maybe tiring you out like this isn't a bad thing." He feels your hips starting to to stutter and he figures he'll do you the favor of turning you over and helping you along.

"Should I take this off?" He tugs the last bit of fabric covering you and all you can do is nod and drop your head back. You're grateful he doesn't feel the need to tease you or be cruel, he's touching you immediately, fingers stroking over you with a firm touch. You're arching into him gratefully, all the while still practically groping him.

You can feel his breath heavy against the side of your neck as he dips a finger inside, then another. He holds one of your legs against his chest, the other you spread almost comically apart for him. You were holding your breath, you aren't sure why, maybe you'd forgotten to let it out.

He presses his temple against your leg draped over his chest and shoulder while his eyes scan over your body, "don't hold your breath, just let it all out, let yourself go, I've got you, right here." His fingers curl at the knuckles and true to his word you take in a deep, shuddering breath, your hand scrambling for his wrist.

"Please, Wyll," You squeeze his wrist until he pulls away, "I want you."

"I know you do." He runs his palm flat against your stomach, "can't I just enjoy you a bit first?"

"Please." You turn your head away but buck your hips a bit.

"Okay, okay, you know I can never say no to you." He leans down to your lips and you wrap your legs around him desperately as he pushes in.

"Yeah that's it, wrap your legs around me, just like that pull me in. I want to feel you, close." He's rocking his hips into you, he can feel the rattling breaths your taking in as your chest expands against his. He doesn't mind the not so subtle groping of his arms and chest at all, or the way you bury your face into his neck. The biting was unexpected but he really doesn't mind that either.

"You can bite me, hold onto me, it's okay, whatever you want." Your moans make the side of his neck vibrate underneath your lips as you squeeze your legs around him, pulling him deeper. You feel his chest rumbling against yours as he moans, "oh gods, just like that, pull me in, that's perfect."

If he had any idea what the sound of his voice and the rumbling of his chest were doing for you he was being more than generous with you.

"I love to look at your face like this, you can't even keep your eyes open," he looks down at you, just a few inches between your faces, he uses one arm to hold himself up, the other pulls your leg tighter around him.

You head lolls to the side and he makes a quiet noise, like he's kissing his teeth, "don't move, don't move. I'm right here, it's all yours, I'm all yours, I just want to see you." When you turn your head back to him he grins, "that's it, that's it my love."

Now that you think of it, the grin on his face tells you he more than understands what the sound of his breathless voice does for you. He'd probably always been a devil, even without the horns, they certainly helped.

It didn't take long for you to work yourself up to near hysterics, especially when you found the sort burst of energy to turn over. You were sat on his lap, with unfettered access to his chest and arms, and a perfectly clear sightline to his stomach. You didn't need much to finish after that, and when you both do it's easy to flop down onto him, pressing your face into his neck.

One of his hands holds the base of your skull, the other rests on your back. "I'll have to talk to Karlach, about that rule." He pushes your hair to the side, "I'd like for you to always be this honest with me."

"I'm always honest." You sound almost offened, but too tired to push it there.

"It was your body, you love me." He sounds proud, preening, actually thrilled,"you couldn't help yourself, you were practically begging me to touch you and I hadn't even done anything. I quite like this side of you, you know? Who were they? What's their name? How could I see more of them?"

"Stop it," You shove him, your face burns but he couldn't see it, hidden in the crook of his neck, "I want to go to bed."

"I will happily take you there." Wyll's hand drags suggestively down your back and you gasp at him.

"To sleep."

"Yes, I completely understand." He sounds smart when he says it, teasing, and simply delighted.

"And you should carry me, for you indiscretions."

"Oh, nothing would make me happier my love."

[zoeykallus]

Hey hey, dear queen! If you have the time and energy, would you mind writing about Fem!Reader being stressed/burned out with Crosshair. Maybe she works a job + the work she is doing with the batch. She's cranky out of energy and when Crosshair complains about that, she snaps/has a breakdown of sorts? How would he react? I wouldn't mind if you did the rest of the batchers in this scenario too, but I know you got much on your plate right now, so I picked my favorite 😊 thanks dear!

Aloha!

Oh dear, you have no idea how relatable this is for me these days 😵

I do have a lot on my plate, that's true. And I'm really late with all the requests, I'm sorry. Hm, let me see...

The Bad Batch x Reader - Burnout

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort/Burnout

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Life is especially tough right now, with multiple jobs, little to no free time, and too little sleep. This not only affects the body, but also the mood. Of course, your Batcher notices that something is wrong with you.

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Master List<

Hunter

"What's wrong with you? You're so tense and impatient."

The way you quickly turn to look at him makes him pause, startled. Hunter is frozen in his movement and if you weren't so tense, you might find this sight, this moment, amusing.

You finally sigh and say, "I'm tired, and I want to finish here, stop dawdling."

Hunter frowns and resumes normal posture.

"We usually spend longer time loading equipment, chatting and stuff, don't we? Spend time together. When did you stop caring about that?"

He looks crestfallen, and you're sorry for reacting so harshly.

"Hunter, I have more jobs than just this one, I barely have any free time and I just want to go home today, as much as I usually enjoy spending this time here with you. If I miss public transportation again, I'm going to sit around here even longer."

Hunter blinks then sighs softly, of course he understands.

"You're going to break yourself" he says reprovingly and takes the box you just picked up from you, puts it down and reaches for your arm.

Hunter pulls you with him to his speeder.

"We're not done yet," you say, protesting.

"You're done here, I can do the rest on my own," he insists, getting on and waving you over, "Come on, jump on, I'll give you a ride home."

"But-"

"No arguments, get on."

You do as you're told and mumble a small thank you to him, ashamed that you've been barking at him.

You hear him laugh softly and say, "No problem, now hold on tight".

Echo

You don't even have to tell him that you are overworked, he already knows that you have more than one job and that you don't sleep enough. The reproachful look he gives you slowly drives you crazy.

"What's your problem, Echo? Why the hell are you looking at me like that all the time?"

He snorts and says, "I'm waiting for you to keel over at any moment."

Surprised, you pause.

"What?"

"You want me to spell it out? You heard me the first time."

You grab his arm and turn him around to face you as he continues to work.

"Excuse me, mister, what's your problem?"

He pulls away, grabs you by your upper arms and urges you onto a crate, so you can sit down. Echo looks at you so urgently that you forget for a long moment how your voice actually works.

"You need to quit one of your jobs, you can't go on like this. You have rings under your eyes, you're agitated and restless, you seem rushed and overtired. I hope you don't quit this one, but one has to go. Eventually you'll fold, and the thought of you beating yourself up like that makes me angry - that's my problem."

Echo will not back down, no matter how you squirm and argue. He means well and is extremely stubborn and unyielding about it. Don't get into big discussions, you can't win against Echo.

Wrecker

He doesn't notice it as quickly as Echo, but he will notice it. Of course, he's concerned and gets to the bottom of it.

"You want to tell me what's going on with you?" he asks you as you load the equipment.

You look at him questioningly and pick up the next box.

"What's supposed to be going on?"

Wrecker shrugs his broad shoulders and says, "Well, you seem really beat, tired. You're slower than usual, your eyes are all small, so either you've taken some drugs or you've barely slept."

You sigh softly and laugh humorlessly.

"I don't do drugs"

"That's what I thought" Wrecker says directly "So you're not sleeping enough, because you've been having that a lot lately"

"Yeah, my second job is more demanding than I thought"

"A second job huh?"

You nod and grab the next box, but Wrecker takes it out of your hand.

"Today I'm doing this alone" he says sternly.

"But-"

"Don't argue, you're overworked," he growls.

"But-"

"No, not today."

Wrecker will take as much off your hands as he can, but he'll also point out that you're only one person, and can't work for three.

"If you're short on credits we can pool, but credits won't do you any good at all if you wreck yourself."

Tech

He stops in the middle of your work and watches you. Suddenly you hear him sigh. When you look at him, he shakes his head. You are overtired, feeling drained, and already feel that you have no patience today, but you look at him and ask as calmly as you can, "What is it, Tech?"

He shakes his head again and says, "You are particularly slow and sluggish today, our teamwork is not very effective today thanks to you."

Somewhat tense, you say, "My deepest apologies," and continue working.

Tech frowns, adjusts his goggles with his right index finger and asks, "That sounded irritated. Are you irritated?"

You suppress a sigh and say as neutrally as possible, knowing he's not to blame for your condition, "I'm trying not to be."

"So you are?"

Now you do sigh and put down the box of equipment you just picked up.

"Yes, Tech. Can we move on now, please?"

Tech blinks a few times, then resumes. He tries not to tease you further or ask questions for now. But after work, on his way to the barracks, he passes the public transportation stop where he sees you sitting. You are sitting next to the station, your face in your hands. As he gets closer, he hears you sobbing softly. You look up startled from reddened eyes as he says your name.

"What are you doing here?" he asks, puzzled.

"Missed my ride. Now I'm sitting here for an hour, an hour I can't get back."

Tech blinks and asks, "And that's a reason to cry?"

"When you have multiple jobs, no free time, and barely any time to sleep, yes, that is a reason to cry"

His brows move up in surprise.

"Hence the sluggishness and irritability, now I understand the connections, I had wondered" he says quietly.

"Good for you," you say dryly.

Tech disappears for a moment, not two minutes later, however, he is back with his speeder.

"May I offer to drive you home?"

You wipe the tears from your face and laugh.

"That would be awesome, Tech"

As you climb up behind him, he says, "You need to cut back, get rid of at least one of the jobs"

"You say that so easily"

Tech raises his famous finger and says, "How about we sit down at your place and work it all out, find a better option for you?"

You yawn but nod, "Yeah, that might not be a bad idea"

"It is, after all, one of my ideas"

Crosshair

You've been tense all the time today, giving curt answers and even seeming a bit disoriented now and then, as if you had to rearrange yourself. Crosshair observes this critically for quite a while, but says nothing at first. But when you try to put the wrong clip into the blaster for the third time, he's had enough.

"What the hell is wrong with you? That's the wrong mag!"

Crosshair takes the magazine out of your hand and gives you the right one.

You snort in annoyance and say, "Happens to everyone."

"No," he insists, "You usually know these things off the top of your head."

You snap back, "I'm just tired, okay, just let me get on with it"

"You've been beside yourself all day" Crosshair grumbles.

You lower the gun belt you were about to equip and say, "It's just a shitty day today"

"Why?"

"I'm tired"

"You said that already. But why is that? Bad dreams or something?"

He can tell you're about to snap, he's just not sure yet if you're going to fold or freak out. Of course, he notices how hard it is for you to keep it together.

"I have several jobs, not just this one," you finally admit, "Lots of work, hardly any sleep. Every single one of these jobs is pretty demanding in one way or another. My batteries just don't charge anymore"

"Then you have to quit at least one job. It doesn't work like that, you can't go on like that in the long run."

You throw your arms in the air and say, "But I need the credits"

"So you're in a financial bind?"

You pull your shoulders up helplessly.

"Still can't go on like this, you're going to drop dead on me here one of these days, and I'm not cleaning up the mess".

You laugh softly and say, "How empathetic."

"Shall we go over your finances together? Maybe I'll see something you overlooked, a loophole, or a better option in general"

You are so moved, you could almost cry.

"Okay, now don't start crying," Crosshair says immediately, "It's just paperwork, I didn't propose or anything."

You laugh again and finally nod.

"Okay, I'd like to accept that offer."

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Love Languages

Dorm leaders; Riddle, Leona, Azul, Kalim, Vil, Idia, Malleus

Gender Neutral Reader

Headcanons

No warnings

Notes: wrote this before my hiatus, I am not caught up with the story yet(I'm very behind TwT). I still hope you enjoy :]

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Riddle Rosehearts

Quality time

Riddle is a busy person to say the least. He is constantly swamped with things he needs to do; members to scold, meetings to attend, getting ahead of his studies, etc etc.

Safe to say he doesn't have much leisure :/

So he cherishes those moments of free time, fading from his usual facade of being a hard working student. And Riddle loves to spend those moments with you

Cuddling with Riddle roseheart?

Yes please !

"It's very improper" He would say as he continues to wrap his arms around your waist.

Because he is a busy person, spending time with him needs to be planned in advance unfortunately. But it doesn't really matter how you spend that time, Riddle savors each and every second of it.

But among his favorite ways to spend that time is taking care of hedgehogs together !

He finds something soothing about nursing the little creatures while having his partner there to spend that time with him

He also loves the moments when it's just the two of you away from prying eyes, his focus solely on you and away from the duties that have strained him.

Really, Riddle is happy to spend whatever time he can with you considering his schedule. It can be studying, dates, or something casual.

He's just really smitten for your attention (^▽^)

Words of Affirmation

Riddle doesn't get praised enough for all the work he does! His efforts tend to be overlooked by others and although he claims he doesn't require the recognition, part of him always yearns for your sweet compliments.

He feels his face go red every time

He loves being told 'I love you' the most. It serves as a reminder that there is someone who accepts him despite being painted as the crimson tyrant.

Words speak louder than actions for some, and the thing Riddle wants is to hear you say you love him. Tell him how much you love, that will certainly make his heart beat fast.

It might be simple, it stays with Riddle for the rest of the day :D

Last thoughts: Acts of service; simply pouring him some tea, or organizing his work goes a long way to make him feel loved.

" Please tell me those words again? Your voice is so sweet to my ears, my rose. I love you too."

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Leona Kingscholar

Physical Touch

Leona is secretly touch-starved, change my mind. You can't

He enjoys the moments he can cuddle with his partner. And it's no secret that he adores sleeping into the late hours of the day in garden, but to the displeasure of the staff

Leona isn't one to explicitly state his emotions and feelings. He would much rather show this through subtle actions that he does not reciprocate with anyone else.

You're his one and only pillow <3

Napping together is a must for him. He likes having you close to him, resting his face within your shoulder or stomach.

Just having your there in his presence is enough to soothe him into some sleep

Although he isn't the fondest of kisses, Leona does like having you within arms reach, being able give you quick kisses whenever.

When you both sleep, he holds onto your hand sometimes <3

And when he holds your hand in public, be grateful this is a rare moment to behold 😤

Physical touches is enough to make his mood better by a lot- a lot of times it leads to sleeping but who are you to complain?

Acts of service

He's a lazy lion. What can I say?

Leona appreciates someone who goes out of their way to make his day easier by doing little things for them- bascally like Ruggies job(expect you get kisses as a reward)

Things like getting him a snack when he's hungry, or helping him clean his room when he's too tired speaks a lot on itself since it's coming from his lover's own obligation and he does appreciate your little acts though he isn't one to voice it out loud.

He'll repay you in lots of cuddling followed by some rest in the botanical garden

Followed by a series of angry words from the staff who attempted to chase you away.

Last thoughts: words of affirmation; Leona always saw himself as the second best. He might roll his eyes at the cute things you say about but it might just earn you some rare flustered moments from the lion~

" You got me lunch? Herbivore, if I hadn't known better you were trying to get my attention."

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Azul Ashengrotto

Words of Affirmation

Growing up, Azul has only been met with negative comments about himself, usually regarding his physical appearance. He has become insecure of his octopus form and tried to ease that part of hum entirely

But the first time you complimented him on it, Azul swore his heart skipped a beat.

It was genuine and made him feel good about himself despite what others had said him

The compliment itself doesn't need to be anything extravagant, something as simple as praising him for his grades is enough to get him blushing.

Imagine his cheeks burning up your words. "I like your hat, Zul." Boom, tomatoes would be jealous of how red he is.

While he may be far from loving his mer form, your words do a lot to bring him closer to accepting himself.

Physical Touch

Simply holding your hand is enough for Azul to go beet red, but the action also makes his heart flutter knowing his partner is right there beside him.

Actions such as cuddling and kisses are also a way for him to unwind after a day of work.

Imagine, laying in his private quarters in the afternoon, his face resting in the crook of your neck. All the while, incoherent mumbles are leaving his lips, explaining the events that had passed.

Cuddling makes him feel secure and safe, away from the prying eyes of the twins and anyone who threatens to embarrass him. Kisses on the other hand serve as a reminder that someone loves him and trusts him enough to share something intimate

While Azul is very reserved when it comes to physical touches, he soon becomes addicted to your little affectionate gestures.

Even if he becomes flustered in the process, that doesn't hide the small smile that appears whenever you press your lips against his cheek.

Of course, most of this mainly occurs behind closed doors, but being to hold your hand as you walk through the school makes him forget about his insecurities for a moment as he can relish being in the embrace or hold of his partner

Last thoughts: Acts of service; he lives a busy life running the Fish mafia a restraunt. And he falls ever so more in love with you whenever you grab him his pen or bring him food when he's overworking himself.

" Please kiss me once more, you make me forget about the world and its impurities. I am weak to you, my dear."

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Kalim Al-Asim

Quality Time

Kalim loves to pass the time with his partner. Mundane things such as studying become a lot more fun with his partner there to chat with.

Admittly, the homework become disregarded jn a manner of second, but that's for future you to worry about, this is cuddle time with Kalim !

Like Riddle, Kalim is open to do anything his partner wants to do. He isn't picky, if anything hes looking for excuses to pass some time with his partner.

Sends you a lot of "Can I come over please, I'm really bored" text messages.

Though he isn't picky with how to spend that time, he adores carpet rides. What's more fun than feeling the wind sweep through your hair as you can admire beautiful scenery in the distance? Kalim finds the moment to be a source of distraction and by the end of it he's going to have a big grin

However a lot of time you do spend together is often accompanied by someone meant to overlook Kalim's safety, mainly being Jamil.

Jamil third wheeling, Canon. But don't worry though, Jamil will keep his judging to himself

But mornings are a favorite as there aren't those added pair of eyes and so he can spend that time with his partner alone.

Imagine all the silly things you two can go off for hours in the early morning :D

Physical Touch

Kalim loves physical affection! He would cuddle all day if he could.

Kisses are among his favorites. He especially holds a preference towards butterfly kisses, playfully grazing his lips around your face, laughing in between each peck while holding your face with his fingers. And he becomes so bashful whenever his partner return does the same to him

Hugs and hand holding are something Kalim wants to do all the time, the expression of joy curving his features whenever you open your arms for a hug or invite him for cuddles

Give this boy all the love he deserves <3

Last thoughts: gifts; Kalim spoils you rotten. But the gifts you get him? Treats it as though it was made of the world's most expensive jewels. A stuff animal animal from you or a random gem? You can sure bet that he's gonna hold onto that stuff animal and keep it safe until he takes his last breath.

" Can I kiss you? One more kiss before class, a quick one too! I promise!"

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Vil Schoenheit

Acts of service 

Vil lives by a pretty busy schedule, he is constantly swamped by things, juggling both highschool responsibilities and that of his professional career. 

He is always on his feet and days can become hectic sometimes. So having a partner who helps make his life easier by just doing little acts makes his heart explode on the inside !

The tasks itself don't even have to be anything tedious. Something simple as grabbing him his shoes, or setting out his makeup products in the morning ready for use, makes Vil's day to day go by much easier. 

It's similar to Leona, in which his partner is doing it because they want to. To Vil, putting in that extra effort shows care and love and his heart flutters by that alone

But his favorite? Bringing him lunch after an exhausting photoshoot. He may be worn out from taking dozens of photos, but seeing you approach him with a smile on your face with a packaged bundle of goods makes that drowsiness disappear 

Vil appreciates all his partner's efforts. And he is sure to repay the favor, doing little things to make his partner's life a little easier to the best of his ability.

Quality time

As mentioned, Vil has a packed schedule. He regrets that he can't spend as much time with his partner as he wishes and thus dates have to be planned ahead of time.

And nothing hurts him more then he has to cancel plans for work. Makes it up to you the moment he gets that free time again. 

Despite that, mornings are easily a favorite time of his. It's a moment he can share with his partner, often spending the time helping each other get ready for the day followed by some face masks.

And when you do those face masks, it is so comforting you may just fall asleep again. 

But Vil really finds comfort in these moments, able to dissociate from the outside world and spend some quality time with his partner 

 Likes to take you to the premiers of his movies as well, taking his partner as his special guest.

Que the wave of fangirls trying to undercover who this y/n is.

Having one-on-one conversations are among his favorites and being able to spend that with someone he cares about makes his heart skip a beat at the thought alone. 

Last thoughts: Gifts; he's kinda similar to Kalim in which he values a lot of the things you get him. Yes, he's use to get some of the top makeup products around the world, but it doesn't compare to the tokens of affection you gift him :]

" Sweet potato, why don't we do something this weekend. I spoke with my managers and I'll be free both days. I heard this new restaurant opened, my treat~"

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Idia Shroud

Gifts

Idia is pretty inexperienced when it comes to romance which is reflected when it comes to the other love languages.

Physical affection and words of affirmation makes him red in the face and nervous. Acts of service makes him feel awful for making you do things for him. However when it comes to gifts, that's something he appreciates dearly

Growing up, he has only received gifts from his family, rarely from anyone outside that circle. So when his partner suddenly gifts him with a new video game that he had been rambling about, he almost explodes on the spot

The gift doesn't even have to be video games, Idia is grateful for anything you get him, small or big! And when his partner goes through the effort to get him something special for his birthday or anniversary, he almost passes out on the spot.

If it's a stuffed animal he sleeps with it every night, clutching it close to his chest. Denies it profusely when you discovered this

Receiving an item from someone outside his family is rare, but the feeling it leaves is warm and lasting.

Whenever his eyes fall upon the little things his partner gets him, Idia can't help but show off a love struck smile, the memory of his partner handing it to him replaying in his mind.

And he is sure to give you something in return every time too. Though he feels as though it lacks in comparison.

Quality time

Idia has spent most of his time alone, playing video games and watching anime by his lonesome with the exception of his brother passing by from time to time.

And Idia likes it like that, he prefers being alone.

But when he meets you he very quickly gains a new perspective, enjoying all the moments with you. Especially if it's someone who's shares similar interests as him

And just like that, spending time alone feels so gray, something lacking as he clicks over the control buttons. The victory felt pointless without you cheering for him. Anime, while still enjoyable, lacks something.

And from that point on forward, he follows you like a puppy, looking for any way to get your attention and spend time with you

Of course watching Anime with his partner is a favorite as well as playing video games, offering you a seat beside him as he boots up the t.v(even better if it's a game you bought him!).

Even though he is someone that would rather spend his time alone, he will always spare some time for his partner, you're his player 2 after all~

Last thoughts: words of affirmation; physcial touch still makes him uneasy but your voice? Hes so smitten by that alone. tell him he's pretty. That you love and cherish him. I guarantee it would earn you blushes from Idia, literally putty in your hands.

" F-for me? Why? Is today something special- sorry, I didn't get you anything b-but I will!"

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Malleus Draconia

Physical Touch

Malleus is touch-starved, he has been deprived of romantic affection most of his life. So when he first experienced cuddling, kissing and hand holding, he becomes addicted in matter of seconds

Putty in your hands, and isn't ashamed of it

He always wants to have his hands on his partner in some way, whether it be on your shoulder, waist, or simply holding your hand. Malleus likes the feeling of his skin against your own.

Also to show to the surrounding people that he is in fact your boyfriend and should think twice before making a move on you

At the beginning of the relationship he was a bit hesitant to initiate anything. But he would inch close to you when you're both standing, before finally interlocking his fingers with yours.

Kisses are also among Malleus favorite gestures, the feeling of his partner's lips against his own is something addicting to him. He can never give you enough kisses, often grazing his lips against your skin affectionately at any given point.

The dame applies to cuddling. Holding you in his arms is reassuring to the fae, it's also how he can protect his partner, keeping an eye out for potential dangers

Quality Time

As mentioned, Malleus has spent a lot of time alone. However, unlike Idia(who prefers to be alone), Malleus has always had the desire to spend his time with someone. Unfortunately, due his reputation both as a fae and heir to the briar Valley throne, many students have avoided thus leaving him by himself

That all changes when he finally has someone to call his lover and friend. Malleus becomes glued to your hip, wanting to spend every moment he can with you. Of course, this is not possible so he savors what he can get

The first time his partner suggested they do something together, Malleus had to take a few seconds to comprehend your words.

'They want to spend time with me?' He is truly blown away

Malleus doesn't care how that time is spent, he just wants to be beside his partner and serenade them in love just as you do him <3

Last thoughts: gifts; will this man spoil your rotten with presents? Yes he will. Can you stop him? No you can't. Malleus just loves to spoil his love, he's putty in your hands.

" Child of man, you want to spend time with me? You aren't afraid of me? Hmm, you'd be the first.''