#im going trough it so hard

[jupiter-reimagined]

the artist urge to deactivate my art blog and just never post any art ever again and also shrivel up raisin style

[autism-corner]

dad wont let me be excited about my new wounds which he attributes to the horrors >:(

[kreature-ofthenight]

People will really say stuff like “Yeah I just think all addicts should get infections from dirty needles and die <3″ and not only will they literally mean that but in the next moment they will tell you they are christinas and they actually believe they are!

[noellefan101]

Quiet Love

Characters: Xiao, Heizou, Cyno, Wanderer, Albedo x mute!reader

Summary: You're mute, and cant talk? not a problem for your partner, they can find other ways to communicate, and honestly wouldn't have it any other way.

Warnings: mute reader, kissing, most of them dont know sign language bc i said so and it makes this more interesting, idk man

Note: i feel like i accidentally made both the char and reader mute in some of them, I've tried to fix it though, so im sorry for that (and i also messed up some other shit im just missing brain cells n´ down bad) -love you

Xiao

Whom talks with you in touches and small notes.

He had seen no problem in your absence of speaking, he likes the quiet nights that you shared with him. The sounds of nature taking over your ears, it was nice, just standing beside you and looking out to the views of Liyue. he reaches out to hold your hand, though still not accustomed to the feeling, he does it anyway. and as his hand lightly squeezes yours, he feels your own squeezing his back, as if saying 'I love you'. your quiet conversations are sweet and only for you two to know about.

He leaves notes scattered around, as you do too. ones with little messages of your schedule and plans. ones written with more love than any other person could comprehend. notes shared between you and him. notes saying 'i loved that dish, could we make it again' and a reply under, 'of course, i'll do anything for you'. it seems simple and dumb, but a nice way to talk to each other anyway.

Heizou

Who likes when you just listen to him, and let him do anything he kind of wants to since you can't talk back, but he also loves when you just draw your thoughts on paper.

He loves to talk, but mostly loves when he gets to talk to you since you always listen to him so closely. he loves when he can just drag you to to places, but of course he's nice about it (kind of) and ask you if you wanna go to that new ramen shop that opened in the outskirts of Inazuma City, which he kind of answers for you because of course you do! in which you smile at (smile at him or else...)

He likes your little drawings, and especially when its a little puzzle he has to solve so he can understand what you're saying and loves to guess wrong purpose so he can get a reaction out of you. and even has a special sketchbook, that he keeps on him at all times. he also sometimes goes trough it and just smiles at all your little drawings. remembering the time that you drew it, and all the cute little faces you made when he teased you for how bad it looked.

Cyno

Who helps you talk with small drawings in the sand and learned sign language so he could communicate with you properly.

He's often out in the desert, and from time to time takes you with him. which makes it easy to express yourself when all you need is a stick, sometimes his spear if he lets you, and sand which is already in front of you at all times. the little drawings that symbol your love, so many hearts all over the sand it would be hard to count how many times you drew them. he gave you his cape at night when you were extra cold? you drew a heart around his feet as a 'thank u, i love you', in which he cutely (your words) responded with, "i love you too" right after.

Whom learned sign language just because he felt like you were left out a little, but also learned the wrong one at first so you had to help him and learn him some signs as well. but the first thing you learned him was how to say "i love you", but didn't tell him what it meant so you could do it without him noticing just for a little while longer.

Wanderer

Who hates being touched, but makes you touch his shoulder when you need something and gifts you a book so you can write to him when needed

He, despite hating when people touch him, he cant think of many other ways you could get his attention, so he wants you to touch him when you need him. it doesn't matter if he had an extra bad day, its the best way to get his attention, so touch him all you want. it is you after all, the love of his life, he would let you do whatever you wanted to do, just tap his shoulder and give him a few signs or point at something, anything you want you'll get.

Others would say that he would be annoyed at you for pushing a book up to his face every hour or so, but he surprisingly he doesn't get annoyed at all and "tolerates" you pretty well. in fact he loves when you just stand there and write in your little book, he thinks its adorable when you glare at him as a sign to wait for you to finish.

Albedo

Who is normally very quiet but when he's with you he loves to talk, but of course, he loves the times when it's just you and him sitting together in silence

He could be seen as quite shy if you didnt know him well, but when around you he was the complete opposite, talking about everything he did that day, was currently doing, what plans he had ext. he loves when you just listen to him, but if you ever tried pointing at smt to ask like yk 'whats this?' he would be overjoyed and you wouldn't be able to make him shut up for hours about that one thing.

He looked at you when you had put your hand in front of his sketchbook, you looked at him sweetly before kissing his cheek, catching him by surprise. he put down his sketchbook and kissed you back on your forehead. it was just a quiet moment between you two and you wouldn't have it any other way.

thx for reading i hope your day went/goes well, luv ya-Masterlist

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[mikalame]

2023 Tom Kaulitz

Warnigns: tom eating you out basically, squirting, fingering, this is kinda cringe i apologise lol

I have some more bill stuff coming out but i did have to write for my hubby make sure to request taglist: @oppopotamus@violentnewmarley@saumspam@adissonsss

"Mmmh-hold still hübsches Mädchen- mmh" Tom groans his tounge flicking back between your swollen clit and your sopping hole. You lift your hips up trying to pull away from his mouth but his thick arms wrapped around your thighs are just getting tighter.

"Tom plea-ah- please- hold on" you whimper, your over-senstive clit making it harder to enjoy what toms giving you. You rake you nails through his curls and pull away with what little streaght you have left.

Tom had just gotten back from The Voice Germany and you havent been able to get a second with eachother on phone or facetime. You were both craving eachother so much but tom had been between your thighs for over 30 minutes and didnt look likke he was gonna stop.

"Not yet- stay still fuck you taste so good- missed this cunt" he trails off in groans taking about how he missed your taste, how he cant wait to fuck you senseless. Feeling famillar feeling shoot up from your legs to your achcing core you try and chase the feeling your hips grinding on toms face his nose bumping up agasit your throbbing clit.

Tom tounge dips in and out faster, feeling how warm your body was getting he deciseded to make it worth your while. He unhooks one of the arms wrapped tight around your thighs and move his index and middle finger to your core, your hips bucking at the lost sensaction before his lips wrap around your clit sucking hard.

His fingers make quick work at your cunt, picking up all your juices that have dripped out before teasig your entance with the tips of his fingers. "Please tom put them in alr-ah!" you moan as he pushes his fingers knuckle deep into your pussy.

His fingers moving at a fast and hard speed along with his lips around your clit puts you into over drive, your thighs closing tighter around his head while the rest of your leg straightens up. Your back arching of the bed as his fingers hit the aching spot in your pussy.

"Fuck Tom i-im gonna cu-!" you try and warn him before you screww your eyes tight, your hips moving on there own, you hands fliging ito his hair holding it tightly. Tom never lets out pushing your trough your high, knowing your high has hit when your back collapes back onto the bed your cheast riging fast as you come back down to earth.

Tom looks up at you through heavy lashes as he keeps on his movements, you post-nut clarity ending abruptly as a warmth heats up your core. You gasp and grind agaist his face trying to let him know you where gonna come again.

As he keeps on going your mews and whimpers only adding to the mischievous grin you can feel across your sensitive pussy. Tom fingers gring fast agaist your g-spot making it very clear to you that you wernt about to come.

"Ah tom- stop im gonna pee- ah tommy- Ahh!" you moan loudly, your climax hitting rather unexspected as your body shakes with pleasure, Your fingers now pulling on the sheets beside your ached body. You body flopping down on the bed fully exsuaghed from you cumming 2x in a row you gathher enough strength to look down your body littered with deep purple marks and light red teeth marks from tom.

You peer down to see toms faces dripping wet his beard speckled with little water drop-lets as his eyes meet with yours. You breathing slowing back down to a normal pace as you try a peice to gether what happened.

"Fuck hübsch, didnt know you had in in ya" he chuckles spreading your legs apart, leading your hand to feel the messy to made between your legs. "Ah Tom did i piss myself" you sit up looking down a the wet patch you toms face, shirt, arm and the puddle on the bedsheets.

"No- well sorta Liebchen, you squirted and i was so fucken hot" Tom groans he leans over you and places wet kisses on your shoulders leading to your face where he processed to say " cant wait for you to do that again" before pressing his lips into a passionate kiss.

i hope you liked i didnt spell check and i cant spell for shit sorry...

[zyonsay]

Parisienne im Mund SKI AGGU

Summary: Shooting the Balla Balla MV!

Reader: Genderneutral

Warnings: Smoking

Now playing: 'Balla Balla' by Ski Aggu

AN: Heya everyone! Finally some Ski Aggu content! I feel like there's such a lack of fics about him, which probably is since he's a german artist who doesnt cater to anyone besides german speakers- At least thats how i imagine it?? Anyways! This was really hard to write cuz in my mind lil bro does NOT speak english, which makes it sooo difficult for me to make him speak english. Idk, maybe im just yapping. Alsooo!! I mostly write male readers but i thought since theres barely any ski aggu fics i‘d give a lil treat to fem aligned people too :)

 Die, die ich date, hat uns Karten für die Oper gekauft Doch ich kann heut nicht, weil ich mich mit meinen Govas besauf' Jemand legt mir eine Peitsche, doch die macht mir nichts aus, Weil ich hab' viele tolle Ranzen wie Scout

A row of dressed up people stood around, waiting for their cue. You were currently doing a favor for your friend from Hamburg, Luca. Recently he made more time for his main passion, filming music videos and social media content. Long story short, his buddy needed a bunch of people for a music video and since you owe him a favor, you gladly came along.

Ja, ich bin ein heißer Atze, ich tanz' bauchfrei im Club Hol' meinen Perso raus, doch nicht, weil ich mich ausweisen muss

The camera panned around the entrance of the club and music filled the room. Just beforehand you were personally introduced to the man in whose music video you’d appear.

“Hey, das ist Y/N. Basically meine rechte Hand.” Luca placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you slightly into him while smiling widely. “Oh hey, danke fürs kommen!”, you blinked for a second, your german was sadly quite rusty. “Oh umm, sorry but my german is absolute shit.”, you pursed your lips shyly. The young guy in front of you smiled. “No problem! I’m Aggu by the way.” He held his hand out to dap you up. You interlinked your own hand with his. “Nice to meet you, love your music.” A genuine smile spread across your lips, which he immediately mirrored. He was known to wear a ski mask, but right now you were glad to be able to look into his blueish grey eyes. Something was drawing you to him, maybe his sharp features, his messy blond hair or the crooked but sweet smile. “Thanks! I’ve heard so much about you from Luca.” You tilted your head, nudging your friend who was still next to you. “Only good things, right?”

The smoke machines were going ham and the air inside the rented club was getting way too hot. Someone had brought along a bubble gun, so colorful glycerin blobs now bobbed through the air and occasionally landed on a person’s head. “Ok, nächster Take in 3, 2, 1!” Luca began filming and just how the instructions earlier had said, everybody started jumping around and dancing, mimicking the nightlife at a club. Music boomed trough a speaker, helping Aggu keep the pace and time his gestures correctly. The lights flashed, you purposely spilled your drink while dancing, the messier it looked, the better. It all began to feel more and more like a fever dream. Aggu had lit a cigarette and was wildly gesturing at the camera while singing to the lyrics, the melody of which flowed through the crowd.

Ich rapp' darüber, was in meinem Leben passiert, Treff' 'ne Granate im Backi, die meine Nägel lackiert, woah, mh Sie sagt mir: „Komm, wir gehen von hier“ Weil der Backstage Arsch ist wie ich später bei ihr.

Next up was a scene at the backstage, Luca had insisted stubbornly that you should play in that scene. Two seats were smushed into a corner and a few things were thrown around to make it look messy. You propped yourself in one of those seats, facing Aggu. He was rapping about something something nail polish, but all you knew is that you had to whisper in his ear for a take. Carefully, you leant closer to him, your back was turned against the camera. His scent was intoxicating, a light hint of smoke lingered on him. Feeling a bit cheeky, you laid your hand on the front of his shoulder, practically resting yourself against him. A slight flush spread across your cheeks at the proximity, you were thankful that the camera wasn’t filming your face.

Aggu leant over the bar and let out an exhausted huff. “Fertig!”, Luca grinned from one ear to another. The takes you had now were pretty damn good and even though it was fun, everybody was happy to finish the video shooting. “You ok?” You spun around on one of the barstools. “Hm?”, he hummed while tiredly lifting his head from where he was resting it, buried in his arms. “Yeah, just tired. But I’m happy with how it turned out.” You nodded lightly, stopping your endless spinning. “C’mon, I’ll sponsor you a Cig.” Even under the ski goggles you could see his eyes light up.

You placed a cigarette between your lips and then held out your pack of Parisiennes to him. The two of you were sat on the step of some stairs at the back entrance of the club, your legs touching. “You got fire?”, a slightly embarrassed look flashed over your face. Somehow you always forgot to bring your lighter – or you lose it by the time you need it. “Mhm.” Aggu hummed. He had taken the ski goggles off and once again you found yourself glancing at his eyes. He expected you to take the lighter into your own hands, but you just held your cigarette in place and leaned in towards him. A few strands of hair loosened and fell into your face. He couldn’t help his breath hitching at the closeness, he could smell your cologne. It smelled like green tea mixed with a minty undertone, or to put it differently, a breath of fresh air. It took Aggu a second to register your movement, but he then reached his lighter forward, holding the flame to the cigarette between your lips. The orange light illuminated your face and made it glow; he was mesmerized. Your eyes fluttered open and you caught him looking at you, a slight smile spread across your lips.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Parisienne im Mund, ich bin ein toller Macker

With a sweet, slightly stupid grin he lit his own cigarette. A light chuckle escaped you, he seemed to fancy you as much as you fancied him. He took a long drag of his cigarette before leaning against your shoulder, the nicotine rush fuzzing up his mind.

Ich bin balla-balla Komplett gaga Ihr Swag 2010, sie trägt einen Rock mit Brakka

[karamad]

late night practicing hours

pairings: sub!momo x dom!reader

cw: degradation, humiliation, smut, slight age gap momo has a dick for the anti g!p ppl

noticed theres almost no sub momo fics:/:/ illegal i fear! lets change it

you've been dancing for the past 3 hours without a break in sight. your new dance teacher, apparently one of the best there is, was too mesmerized by your tits to focus on teaching you actual dance moves..

of course you noticed, but you tried to ignore it. your next big performance isnt far after all, you need to be perfect. you were struggling with a particular move that required your hands but even with momo demonstrating it you couldnt seem to master it. "could you maybe guide me trough it?" you asked her. that question alone already turned her brain to mush.. she'll get to touch you??

"uhm.. sure, i can do that..!"

she slowly steps right behind you and takes your hands into hers. "watch closely please" you hear her say before moving your hands with hers. although you were starting to grasp it you suddenly felt something poke your ass? maybe she had something in her pocket you thought.. but you were proven wrong when you accidentally bucked your ass into her crotch and heard a soft whimper in your ear.. momo got a hard-on. so many thoughts go trough your head in one second- should you ignore it? you tried brushing it off but when you heard a whimper fall from her lips once again you turned around with a stern face. "unnie... did you seriously get turned on from watching me dance?"

"n-no.." she mustered out in such a quiet tiny voice. cute. you look down and grab her bulge softly "whats this then?"

she looks away in embarrassment, she can't believe she got hard because of a girl shes training, what a disgrace. you start squeezing her harder, forcing a whimper out of her "are you really that much of a slut that you get hard because of your student?" she tries to turn around and run away to avoid the situation she put herself in but you tightly hug her waist from behind. "cant run away now unnie.. lets finish what you started." you whispered in her ear.

she thinks about giving in once you start kissing her neck, making sure you're leaving marks all over. she cant control herself, thoughts full of only your mouth on her body. "please" she mutters out.

you grin "do you think youre in any position to ask for anything? you should be happy im even touching a pervert like you."

you know shes strong, you know she could easily overpower and push you away, but she doesnt. she pushes into you, needing more. you slowly pull her pants down, softly groping her over her boxers. "please.. please more" she begs. you consider it, you really do, but she's so fun to mess with. you push her against a wall "please what unnie?" she whimpers again. "please touch me more mommy"

you take her cock out of her boxers. "open up baby" you whisper, holding your fingers in front of her mouth. before she can fully open her mouth you push your fingers so deep into her mouth having her suck on them. "be quiet and take it like the slut you are." bringing your hands down you start pumping her hard cock.

she keeps moaning so loud as you jerk her off.. "hm? want everyone to hear how much of a slut you are for your student?" she shakes her head murmuring a small no.

you notice her breathing becoming irregular "coming so fast?" you pout at her, but she doesnt answer. "answer when you're spoken to" you said, turning her head to you harshly. poor girl looks so lost in pleasure, begging for a kiss from you. you smirk finally placing your lips on hers, immediately starting to explore her mouth with your tongue. "c-coming" she says softly. you continue pleasuring her "it's okay baby, let it out"

she comes with a long whine, shaking in your arms. "shh its okay love, i got you" you whisper, holding her tightly in your arms.

"let's get you cleaned up yeah?"

a/n: repost AGAIN🥰 third times the charm if g!p annoys you so much write it urself! quit whining and get to writing

[eliluvschan]

Shadow Selfies

pairing: bang chan x reader

word count: 971

warnings: few curse words & cutie Channie

genre: fluff

a/n: am i writing instead of finishing an essay for my deadline on thursday? no im not👀

i was walking my to my best friend Chan’s house. he’s got i don’t know what hair colour cause the man dyes his hair every two weeks now? i kinda lost count.

we’ve known each other for the past five years, but the thing is i’ve always liked him more than a friend.

i like him. a lot.

i rang the bell and Jessica, Chan’s mother, appeared in the doorway.

“hey dear, Chan’s in his room upstairs.”

“thanks, Mama Bahng.” i always call Jessica Mama Bahng, it’s a habit i picked up from hanging out a lot at Chan’s house.

she smiled as we both walk trough the hallway. “are you hungry?” she asked me.

“a little.”

“come on. i just bought these.” she said, putting a batch of brownies in front of me.

“alright then, but just one.” i smile.

“sure.” she turned away.

i took a piece and ate it.

“oh, this is amazing.”

“i know right? it’s a new bakery called Felix’s Goodies, maybe you and Chan can pick some up for the others?” she suggested.

“sure thing!”

“eomma, is Y/n here already?” i heard Chan calling from upstairs.

“maybe later.” i smiled and got up from where i was sitting, and made my way down the hall and upstairs. i knocked on the second door on the left.

“if it’s Hannah, go away. if it’s Y/n, come in please!” he called from inside.

“ugh, rude!” Hannah called as she got out of her room to go downstairs.

i laughed at her comment as i opened the door to the usual shirt strewn floor and messy bed.

“hey, where are you?” i called.

“oh, hey there cutie.” he said emerging from the side and pulling on a black hoodie. he stopped in front of me. “what’s up?”

“nothing much. you ready?”

“ready for what?”

“science!”

“oh yeah. come on.”

so we sat down on the bed and flicked through our books and opened chapter seven of biology. disease’s & microbes.

“i don’t understand this shit.” he said after five minutes of poring over the same page. he scanned the green page and then looked at me.

“what is that hard about learning the freaking definition of a compost?” i asked after explaining the compost again.

“it bounces off of my head. how did you do it?”

“don’t ask.”

he laughed. omg his laugh.

“okay. one more time?” i asked.

“okay. and then we do something else.”

i rolled my eyes. “sure.”

he smiled and sat a little straighter.

“when rotten plants, are piled onto a heap, the bacteria of microbes act on it, and produce an enzyme that turns into any sort of liquid and then they feed on it. this stupid and disgusting process is called a compost. got it?” i asked.

“the crappy heap of plant shit is called compost?” he joked.

i laughed. “yeah. now Bio degradable’s?”

“we’re doing something else.” he told me.

“you’re going to fail the test!”

“no, i’m not.” he said.

“yeah, you are. you’re not paying attention!”

“look, i’ve done as much as i can. and just one def. of bio- whatever’s left. it won’t hurt to leave one thing. and besides, you need a break too.

i thought for a moment. true, i do need a break.

“why are you trying so hard to make me study?” he asked.

“cause friends watch out for each other, and remember Mr. Lee said he’s gonna change out seats so we can’t pass notes or talk at all.” i reminded him.

“aw, you’re doing this so we can talk? sweet!” he smiled.

“shut up.” i said, returning to the book.

“hey, look at the shadows!” he said.

i looked and saw our shadows on the wall, very clear and sharp.

click!

Chan took out his phone and took a picture. soon, we were posing madly and taking pictures in the mirror. then Chan held up his index finger. i put mine across it and made an x. i took the picture.

he held his palm in the air. i calmed mine against it, forming a weird, but beautiful shadow of two hands joined in mid-air.

both of us took the picture. then he curved his hand into a half-heart shape. i curved mine, completing the heart. we took the picture.

i looked up at him, he looked down, not smiling. his eyes full of passion. he stared at my lips, then he leaned in and the next thing i knew his lips were moving against mine and his arms were no longer suspended in the air but gripping my waist.

a soft sigh and a click!

a camera snapping a picture, and we jumped and broke apart. Chan looked around. his mother was standing in the doorway. she quickly turned around and walked away.

“i, uh, i should get going.” i blushed and turned away.

“no, don’t go.” he whispered, holding me back.

“goodbye, Chris.” i moved away. but i felt a tug at my fingers. i looked back. our fingers were still locked. Chan smiled at them, but i hastened to pull them away.

i made my way home, still thinking about the kiss.

i got a text from Chan as soon as i was inside.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: i made mom delete the picture.

me: ok, thanks.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: but i still have it ;)

me: what? why?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: our first kiss.

me: can u send it to me too?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: [1 attachment]

me: well…

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: it’s uhh, nice.

me: yeah.

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: will you be my girlfriend Y/n? i mean i’ve liked you forever and i know you kissed me back and we are friends- i’ll take you out this weekend if that suits you?

me: uhh…

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: what?

me: nothing

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: then?

me: yes! :D

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: i had fun.

me: excuse me?

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: excused, girlfriend ;) i was talking about the shadow selfies and science of course.

me: oh yeah. me too >_<

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: so tomorrow night?

me: sure. goodnight boyfriend 🤍

Channie😩❤️‍🩹: goodnight girlfriend :)

~

[klttn]

since you’re asking for rq’s could you do lute brat taming reader? make it rough as you want! i just know she’s the absolute meanest dom<333

-🩰

first lute fic yay yay yay nd rough and mean? just perfect, we all know lute would be so mean n hurt us so good <3 hope i do it justice

— 𝜗𝜚 lute x female reader nsfw. hard dom!lute. slapping. spanking. lil bit of choking. mocking. humiliation. praise. dumbification. lute is just so mean. knife play.

“stand down,” adam ordered, your blade mere inches from lutes throat as you sparred on the mats in training. but that wasn’t going to happen. not when you were feeling this bratty. this desperate for her to just fight back.

“if she wants me to stand down she can yield herself,” you spat back into lutes face, not taking your gaze off of her.

lutes head lolled to the side as her attention drifted to adam’s, no fear or panic in her voice, “i’ve got this sir, let her come at me,” just complete composure and cockiness, “i can handle her.” an arrogant smirk plastered on her face like you weren’t straddling her hips, pinning her wrists and had angelic steel pressed to her throat.

scoffing, adam bent down eye level to you both, “if you two fuck on this mat, you better shout me over to watch,” he whispered before storming off to check on the other sparring angels.

you rolled your eyes, taking your time to tighten your grip in attempt to have lute squirming beneath you. but it was no use. lute looked like she was.. enjoying this. “i have a dagger pressed to your throat, why’re you smiling?” frustration evident in the way you spoke.

“youre exactly where i want you, pretty girl.”

you dropped the hand with the steel, tilting your head back in a feigned laugh, the same hand running trough your hair, “and what the fuck is that supposed to mean? for once im on top, im winning, im in control!”

“awh how you cute? you really think you have me here don’t you?”

“i do!”

before you knew it you felt lutes legs shift, her arms overpowing yours with an ease that had your head spinning. your limbs moving and pliant to lutes harsh movements, the blade being discarded along the way. fighting but failing until she had you in the exact same position you had her in apart from she had your thighs spread, sat on them. immobilising you with your hands above your head with one of her hands and her other wrapped around your throat where your blade should’ve been.

“so in control, baby, look at you, so big and strong underneath me like this,” she was teasing, mocking you.

a click of your tongue and a thrash of your body had lute cooing. she loved you helpless. “such a bitch,” you muttered, taking your time to glare at her. that was a big mistake.

“oh? im a bitch, am i baby?” she had you moving again, plying your malleable soft body with such simplicity. forcing you into such an embarrassing position. face pressed into the harshness of the mat, ass up and pushing into her, her hand laced in your hair and her body enveloping your own with a soft grind into your ass. a broken whimper left your lips, all dignity fleeting as she held you there. “at least im not a pathetic little girl who looses all her thoughts the minute she’s manhandled into the pliant mess she always should be.”

“please-“

“begging now, are we?” lute keened, pushing further into you, arcing your back impossibly higher. “im going to let you go in a second and when i do i expect your cute little ass running to get on your knees for me in our room, you got that? i want you in nothing, you don’t deserve the privilege of clothes. i want you all on display for me. you’re going to regret thinking you can be a brat to me.” and after her hand slipped from your tendrils of hair, her presence leaving you whining, you did exactly that.

nervous breathes running ragged, you slipped your clothes off in the corner of the room, excitement lacing with the nerves. you wanted this, you needed this but it didn’t mean you wasn’t scared of the punishment coming your way.

you could feel the heat building between your thighs just from sparring, just from her. knees thudding softly with the cool floor as you collided in a kneel, your palms resting on the top of your thighs, gaze adrift to the same place. just how lute liked you. submissive.

a click of lock sounded seconds later, quiet footsteps trailing into the room signalling lutes arrival. you hear shifting and rustling of her clothes coming off along with the metal clank of her putting something on a bedside table. her soft breathes becoming louder as she kneels beside you. “have we finally decided to drop the bratty attitude and behave?” her finger trailing under your chin to force your gaze to hers. “i don’t know what’s gotten into you today but im going to slap it out of you, pretty girl.”

you couldn’t help it, a moan fell from your plush lips, desperate and broken at the thought of getting exactly what you wanted. lute just had to put her hands on you now, letting them run across your bare tits. “awh baby, you really need that don’t you, to be slapped?” you nodded, leaning into her touch. “yeah baby?” a soft slap landing on your boob where she was groping, earning her a cute whine from you. “im gonna give you two choices, i can slap that needy pussy of yours or-��� she paused, letting her hand float to your face, her thumb caressing your puffy lips, “that pretty little face of yours? hmm?”

“please lute-“

“please what, baby? which one do you want?” her now standing up, towering over you, the soft caress of her thumb never faltering. “tell mommy.”

“both- please, i need both!” lutes hand leaving your face to land a slap there.

“greedy girl, so eager to be hurt, such a pathetic little girl for mommy.”

“i just-“

“you just what, baby?” another slap landing across your cheek, followed by your desperate cries. “what’s a matter, no more big girl words for me?” another slap. lute bent over, face inches from yours leaving you to flinch a little with fear, a fear you loved. “on the bed, pretty thing, legs spread, now.” two more slaps.

you up and scrambled as fast as you could, crawling so cutely to do as she says, pussy already so puffy and soaked without her so much as touching you, just her slaps. “good girl, that’s more like it.” lutes presence following you, stroking your hair as you laid all pathetic for her. “now close your eyes, mommy has a surprise.”

your lids fluttered shut, a soft tremble in your legs in anticipation. the gentle caress of lutes fingers in your hair easing you further into your pillows. “feels good,” you whispered, nuzzling further into her hand.

“yeah?” you heard that same clank of mental before you felt it, the sharp edge of a blade - your blade - pressed inches from your throat. just like you had done to her. “what about now baby? does this feel good?” her smirk was condescending and completely sadistic as she looked down at you. so fucking hot.

your pupils dilated with shock, eyes widening with such innocence and terror it had lute’s pussy drenched too. “look at you, so cute when you’re scared!” she cooed, “not so big and brave now, are you, little girl?” she was loving this way too much. “tell you what baby, if you stay still whilst mommy spanks your clit, you can cum.” she paused, smirk forming on her soft lips, “but it has to be all over the handle of this knife, yeah?”

your lips wobbled with fear, a broken moan slipping past you at the thought followed by a soft nod of your head. you had no idea what lute would do but you didn’t think it’d be this. you were so happy it was though.

a couple of spanks in and you were trying not to squirm, hips trying to chase the sting of pain you loved so much. everytime lute honing the blade even closer to your throat to still you and get off on that glint of fear that filled your pretty eyes. “awh baby, you’re not very good at this are you? so dumb you just keep humping and squirming eventhough there’s a knife at your throat, you really are so pathetic, aren’t you?”

frantic nods of your head as lute moved the steel back to account for your eagerness, “just so pathetic, mommy please, i can’t help it.”

“that’s my girl,” slap. slap. slap. “looks like you found your big girl words after all,” lute chuckled softly, bringing the hand that had just slapped you back to trace your cheekbones, luring you into that false sense of safety in her palms. “enough words to finally tell me what you want, what you’re begging for?”

she knew exactly what you wanted, she just wanted to hear you say it. blush crept up your cheeks as you bucked your hips missing the soft pain of her slaps on your cunt, gaze drifting toward the blade in lutes grasp. “want-“ a soft whine, “want you to fuck me nd hold the knife to my throat like this,” you bit your lip, trembling some more for the millionth time that day, “please.”

a huff of breath showed lutes surprise, “shit baby, i knew you liked it but i didn’t think you’d like it that much, fuck but when you ask so cutely how am i supposed to deny that?” a giggle leaving your throat. you loved making lute proud with how gross your could be. “on your hands and knees baby, i think mommy’s going to use your favourite strap.” she placed a soft kiss on your temple before walking off.

you couldn’t wait.

[stardustloserdoll]

cigarettes and head

female reader

“hey honey.” alex stopped his writing to look up at me. “hey love.” he smiled leaning up to kiss me, his face sweaty from the summer heat. “care for a beer?” i asked lifting one up for him to take. he placed his things aside, taking the cold drink in his hand. mumbling a ‘thank you,’ moving over to make room on the bench. “how are the lyrics coming along?” i asked taking a sip of my cold beer. “it’s going good. my hand is cramping up though.” he laughed, pushing his sweaty hair back.

he took a swig of his beer, letting out a satisfied sigh. “this hits the spot.” he smiled placing his hand on my thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze. he looked hot. from the way his hair stuck to his forehead, to how his arm flexed, displaying his perfect muscles each time he brought the beer up to his lips. he drives me crazy. “can you grab me a cigarette love.” i nodded my head grabbing one from the box for him to take. instead he opened his mouth for me to place it there. “mind lighting it for me?” i reached over him to grab the black lighter, feeling his gaze on my chest. i brought it up to the stick flicking it on, watching the flame cast a small glow over his features.

i removed the lighter, throwing it to the side. still keeping my eyes on alex as gently took the cigarette from my hand. he took a long drag from his cigarette and blew out the smoke into the summer air. “thank you.” he said, his voice coming out raspy. i bit my lip, clenching my thighs at how deep his voice sounded. “of course.” we both began talking, alex and i taking turns of the cigarette. i held the cigarette in my mouth, noticing alex’ eyes were half lidded, a tired look displayed on his face. “you need to rest alex.” i frowned holding his face in my hand. “you need a break.” he sighed wiping the sweat away from his face, shaking his head. “i need to finish this, it has to be perfect. im so close to being done. ” i shook my head placing the cigarette in his mouth. i shook my head and began getting down on my knees, placing myself front of him.

“honey you don’t have to.” he said running his fingers through my hair. “no. i want you to relax alex. you’ve been working so hard. please?” i looked up at him with pleading eyes. “okay.” he smiled pushing a a strand of hair behind my ear. i began unbuttoning his pants, pulling them down slowly along with his boxers. he bit his lip, flicking the cigarettes ashes onto the wood floor. i began pumping him slowly, licking at the pre cum that was forming. he shuddered thrusting his hips up into my hand, one hand gripping my hair. “you look so pretty on your knees.” he groaned. i smiled up at him, kissed his tip, taking him quickly into my mouth until the tip hit the back of my throat. i began bobbing my head slowly, hollowing my cheeks. i slowly began picking up my pace, seeing his mouth fly wide open. “holy shit babe.” he groaned pushing me even more onto his cock, making me gag around him.

he brought the cigarette up to his mouth once more, taking a long drag from it. “taking me so fucking well.” he moved faster, his cock hitting the back of his throat repeatedly making my eyes roll back. i gripped his thighs looking up at him trough teary eyes, feeling his rapid movements slow down. “gonna cum.” i moaned around him tilting my head to take him in even more. he bit his lip, sending a final thrust into my mouth. he held my head in place, shooting his fat load in my mouth. he slowly pulled me off smirking at my fucked out expression, wiping the drool away from my puffy lips. he grabbed my face pulling me up to him, pulling me into a messy kiss, exhaling the smoke into my mouth. i moaned into his mouth breathing it in, feeling him pull me back slowly. “thank you.”

[zemantler]

Escape pod worked!! :]

im not a landscape artist i mostly just drew people my entire life so this was really hard and it still doesn't look like what i wanted but oh well! At least I didn't give up on it like I planned to when stuff didn't go my way halfway trough :D

[autism-corner]

with all the shit obey me's pulling i kinda wish i could become dissinterested in it but its 1) not something i can choose 2) making me scared because ive never been this passionate about something and im afraid ill never find something like it again 3) taking away a huge form of comfort 4) taking away something ive done daily for nearly two years now and i dont know how to handle that change

[arsonlookers]

Yandere Childe! [2] [suggestive]

Yandere Childe! who loves to be bound by something by you a kink of his. he just loves the idea that you are straining him, wrapping rope or something to stop him from attacking[pounding] you. [sexually]

"ms~ you really look sexy in your outfit right now~ are you seducing me~ I mean if you could just take this off me right now ~mmm~ I can help satisfy you to your heart's content baby~"

You glared at him "Stop it patient 01" as You took your clipboard from your table and started to scan the things you needed to do in this session.

"hmmm~ I mean ms. sexy~ don't call me that hmm~ you know my name call me by my name hmm~ with that sexy mouth of yours sexy~" he keeps seducing you with those dead and obsessed eyes of his as he stares at you sitting 5 feet away from him you are just this close to him if only he can just rip this bounds and have you in his arms.

"y/n~ " he calls with a raspy teasing sound his voice wants to catch your attention.

His teasing keeps continuing trough out the whole session, and You are just barely holding everything in as he keeps sexualizing you and even says out loud his intrusive thoughts and sexual dreams for you.

Can you blame him? You are just too sexy to bend and he imagines how you sound like when being stuffed you know~ so shamelessly even moaning in the middle of the session just to keep his wild imaginations of you in his mind not with the bored talk about this about who.

and when you calls him out for it he would just reply with "Hmmm~ that pitch is so perfect y/n~ but how would It sound like when being breathy and ahhh~ just non-stop incoherent calling of my name? AUUHhh~ just imagining it makes me want to just take you here right now~" A cold and passionate stare is all he can give towards your direction it is so full of passion and so full~ of obsession residing inside that ocean blue eyes of his.

"I wanna fuck you up sooooo~ BAddddd~ " He said with his alluring deep raspy voice but still does sound cheerful.

Not only that as if trying to lure you in the ocean like a siren wanting its claim on you. His ocean-deep blue eyes are so enchanting and so pulling as if like a dark abyss no light no hint of kindness to it but so addictive, so~ passionate to just look at ... like a forbidden fruit wanted to be eaten by you and only YOU.

As you stare deeper all you can think is how TEMPTING his offer is...his fantasies do sound sooo tempting.. but as strong as your resolve you did not fall for it and just tried to distract yourself from other matters in your clipboard

whines from being ignored* "nnngggggg~ stop ignoring meee~ y/n cant you see how hard I am right nowww~ stop ignoringgg my needddsss~ pleasee~" he sounds so submissive and desperate to be fucked by you just the idea of it makes him want to do more

"How about can you just kiss me at least~? or better yett~ suck off my dick~" He mischievously offers a tempting deal

"i won't touch you~ I promised I mean Im already bound just ahhh~ take the restrains of my dick pleasee~"

His whines just keep going non-stop on the whole session but not one bit of you listen to his tempting ideas of making you his or making you want HIM~

"Thats all" in your professional voice

"you will be backed to your room escorted by the guards " You turn your whole body around trying to look at him any further

he whines more "y/n pleasee~ sexyy~ dont leave mee~ I want to hear more of you~ I want to just use that mouth of yours... Mark it As MINE~" obviously too drunk by your voice and how he just wants to USe your lovely mouth and throat to his pleasure until you have no voice anymore

He keeps imagining a 69 position with you would be SOoooo~ awesome ~ I mean remember how he loves your Thigh? Oh please he will lovingly suffocate himself against them~

and the thought of you sucking him off SOo hard is just making him wanna cum so badly right now.

If not that~ then being tied up by you and just nonstop teasing him is also ok~ he loves everything you can do to him even if it means putting injection in him and just fucking is All ready makes him want to do it NOW

he is desperate

after all he knows that there are pest who are into you except him and these pests are always lurking in the darkness to just take you for themselves and own your whole being to them.

And just the idea of it is making him so MAD so pissed off that he just wants to kills everybody in this building except you just to make sure that YOU are HIS and HIS ALONE

no other man or woman can take you away, not your attention, not your eyes, and absolutely not your LOve~

And he will make sure of it even if he is against the very head of this Asylum [dr.zhongli] who is now planning to dispose of him.

ars: mind my tagging I don't really know how to choose for it just randomly choose what I see fit ©2024arsonlookers

[kaiser1ns]

so today i rewatched disney descendants and the characteristics of ben just straight up gave me ume vibes. so there you go my lovelies. not using the usual layout because this is just a silly quick idea that i had to post.

You, the daughter of Maleficent, and Umemiya, the son of Belle and the Beast, come from very different backgrounds. Wanting to prove yourself that you are cruel enough to your mother, as you use a love potion on him to ensure he falls for you so you can steal the wand of the Fairy Godmother, and him just wanting to prove you that good exits in everyone, as they should choose their own path and storyline.

"Hey, Umemiya~"

"Hey, Y/N."

"I just made these cookies, double chocolate chips, want one?"

"Oh, that's so kind of you but I've got a big game and I don't eat before it. Thank you so much, I would like to try it some other time, though!"

"Ah, yeah. I completely understand" you sighed, lowering the bag, faking the sad expression to achieve more real effect, "Be careful of the treats offered by kids of villains, right?"

"No,no, no. You got it wrong."

"Im sure everyone in Auradon knows that too. I get it you are cautious, that's smart." you open the small plastic bag getting ready to take a bite, "Oh,well, more for me then."

"No, hey —" he grabs the cookie out of your hand and gave it a big bite "See, that. I totally trust you."

"How are they?" you ask, tilting your head out of curiosity to see if the effect of the potion would hit in, "Amazing! Is that walnuts, I love walnuts." he starts to ramble about the texture, how nice the chocolate melts, so warm and soft, and super sweet.

"Y/N, have you always had such beautiful eyes, and pretty smile too?" you can't believe it, the love potion worked incredibly well. Jay, son of Jafar, comes behind him putting an arm around his shoulder, "How are you feeling, bro?"

"In love..." Umemiya said, as he stared into your eyes, hand cupping your cheek as he stroked it gently with his thumb, blush making its way to your face.

As both of you get to know each other, Umemiya's kindness, fairness, good nature and did i mention the love he has for you is ridiculous? He starts to influence you hard, making you question your mother's teachings about evil and the world. If only you knew what your heart was telling you as you don't know what you are feeling or is it just a dream about someone loving you, someone who doesn't see you just as the daughter of Maleficent.

And the moments comes when Umemiya who drinks an anti-love potion before the coronation, confesses that he has genuinely fallen in love with you for who you truly are, not because of any magic or poisoned cookie.

"I know about the love spell." your eyes widen, surprised, as your smile drops, "You... you do?"

"Yeah. And, um, it's worn off." Looking down, a bit saddened, as you played with your hands, "Oh."

"But here's the thing. I haven't loved you because of the spell. I loved you because of you." tears welling up, genuinely touched by his words, by his whole being, and you felt guilty for what is about to come, "Ume, I..."

Umemiya took your hand, squeezing it tightly, to assure you that's everything is okay, "I don't know what the future holds. But I do know that I want to be with you."

Smiling trough the tears, not wanting to appear vulnerable, but there's no point in hiding anymore, "Really?"

"Really." and he looked at you with the same love stare, with those eyes who saw everything you tried to suppress.

©2024 kaiser1ns do not copy, repost or modify my work

[angelstate]

(Don't) Say You're Sorry, Please.

Pairing: Peter Parker x fem! reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff, Happy Ending!

Warnings: harsh argument, cursing, mention of alcohol and reader getting drunk, explicit emotions, symptoms of mental illness.

Summary: you and peter were no longer happy, it took a big fight, harsh words and some time apart to realize how much love you felt for one another.

Words: 3k!

you didn't know how it got to this point, when the calmness of a silly discussion turned into a heated argument and a silent competition of who could scream harder horrible things to the other.

It got to the point where you had been crying for so long it was hard to breath and your eyes sting every time you blinked, it felt as if your stuck in the middle of a panic attack and couldn't get out of it no matter what you tried to do.

You didn't even remember when everything went wrong and you ended up here, it was like all your memories had been swept away and now there was a recognizable emptiness that the both of you shared.

you knew everything but could remember nothing.

you didn't had what it took to fight like this with Peter. You didn't have the voice, the feelings or the calculated thoughts to defend yourself.

You threw weak attempts of calming the situation but nothing worked so you let the venom that was boiling in your chest spill over and make you say things you would regret.

The love was long forgotten.

"just shut the fuck up, peter! for once in your fucking life shut the fuck up. You aren't the voice of truth all the fucking time, sometimes you are in the wrong, get over it for fucks sake!" You screamed at him and pulled your hair in an attempt to let out some of the anger you felt.

"i should shut up?! You're the one who acts like a fucking bitch all the goddamn time. You are fucking insufferable, i swear to god sometimes i can't fucking understand why i even put up with your shit!" peter screamed back at you, he was pointing at you the entire time. blaming you for this.

"you put up with my shit?! I'm the one who has a fucking super hero for a boyfriend. If anyone is putting up with shit is fucking me!! You always get hurt and put yourself in danger. you run to saves stranger from small fucking crimes, but who takes care of me?! You love playing hero but always end up getting hurt, What is going to take for you to realize that you are not prepared to save anyone!!" You screamed as loud as you could everything that came to your mind.

You were so done with this shit, with the argument, with the super hero bullshit. It was draining, being there to help peter get healthy every time he got hurt stopped being out of love but obligation.

While he took care of the city you were left to take care of him, but who was making the time to take care of you? Nobody. Nobody was taking care of you.

"i'm not prepared?! I have saved the world more than once! I've gone through hell trying to keep everyone save!! Im more than capable of saving people from small shitty crimes!" peter said trough gritted teeth.

"then why, tell why the fuck you can never help me?! Why you can never save me?! Am i not worth your stupid help!!?" you felt tears starting to leave your eyes harder than ever.

You knew that there was no way you could ever recover from this fight and be like you were before; this was a breaking point that was long time coming in the relationship.

"i don't help you?! every second that I'm not being spiderman im by your side fucking teaching you to not fuck up like you always do!" Peter screamed and raised his hand, closed his fist before letting his arm fall back down.

"you are so full of shit" this time you didn't shouted, your voice was trembling and soft, your throat wasn't prepared for any more screaming.

"you are so full of shit, Parker. we are never together, if you're not being spiderman you're busy doing shit to get better at being a super hero. You are never here for me. Im sorry that when i see you after a long time i want to tell you how my life has been. Im so fucking sorry i want you to be here for me." Your eyes filled with tears again your vision was blurry because of it but you didn't let any more tears fall. This wasn't worth the pain.

"im full of shit for being a super hero? Im so sorry if I'm not here because im saving people's life. I have so much shit going on that the last thing i wanna hear is more problems you want me to fix. I am so fucking sorry i can't fix your fucking life, you won't believe how much bigger problems i have to deal with outside of this fucking room" peter spoke his voice was stern.

In that moment, you realized something. You weren't his first priority. You weren't even on the list of things he worried about.

Why were you still here with him? Why haven't you walked away from a place you clearly weren't wanted in?

You loved peter so much to the point you forgot that he should love you too to be together.

"i think we need a break from each other" you whispered and rubbed your eyes to get rid of the tears.

Silence.

Peter didn't said nothing, just stood in the middle of your room looking completely lost. his eyes for the first time tonight filled with tears and his lower lip quivered in what you could only describe as pure sorrow.

"you don't mean that" peter said and tried to get close to you but you took a step back and embraced yourself.

"it's for the best, peter." you reassured him. it was really for the best. This time it had gotten too far to not notice the two of you needed space.

"no no no, I'm sorry, ok? Im really sorry. Please don't break up with me" peter pleaded.

"don't say you're sorry, please. we just need some time alone." you hugged peter one last time.

"we'll fix this, right?" Peter whispered in your ear and tighten his hold on you. It was so hard to let go.

you couldn't respond, no didn't knew if this could be fixed.

peter just took in your silence and kissed you for the last time, just way to promise to not let the relationship die tonight.

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Three weeks had passed since the fight.

thinking back to that night felt like a dream, you could feel the guilt of everything you said weight heavier and heavier every day.

You regretted everything you said, every word you let out that night. you may have ruined one of the only good things in your life out of pure selfishness.

peter and you rarely talked, there was nothing to say, no. There was too much to say and that scared the both of you. what if one you had realized the relationship was going to be fixable?

The fear was ingrained in the both of your minds, both of you suffering because of the same fear.

"how is she?" Peter asked mj, who was concentrated eating her lunch.

"your ex girlfriend?" Mj said sarcastically and looked at peter with boredom.

"we didn't broke up" peter said quickly, the title of ex girlfriend made his heart clench in pain.

"she's sad and doesn't look good at all, Parker" she said honestly and looked at her food before continuing.

"if your dumbass checked on her you would know that" she said and took a bite of a mini carrot.

"we are taking some time apart" peter defend himself, it was true but that wasn't the reason he checked up on you. He was scared of seeing what the decision made to you.

He had shattered since that night, crying anytime he was left alone with his thoughts. He feared to see you in a worst condition than he was. Scared to see how his words bruised you.

"yeah? maybe try spend a life time apart because you don't want to see how you left her, Parker." Mj said in bitterness, you were her best friend and seeing you in pain because of him didn't sat right with her. She understood the situation but would always make the people that hurt you hurt too.

Peter just sat there, looking worried and sad.

You were feeling like shit, every inch of your mind was filled with sadness and your body reflected your state of mind so clearly it was embarrassing to go out looking like the human version of sadness.

right now, you were in one of the stalls of the girls bathroom, trying to eat your lunch but you had no appetite, you stopped feeling hungry two weeks ago.

You couldn't eat, so you took supplements like candy, trying to keep your body healthy but it didn't worked. You lost weight and looked pale.

But it didn't really mattered, nothing felt like it mattered. In your mind, you had no reason whatsoever to care about yourself or anything at all.

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It was Friday night and you were drunk as fuck. not in a party, just in the solitude of your living room, lit cigarette in hand and a tall glass filled all the way with pure vodka.

the tv was on, the movie 'The perks of being a Wallflower' playing but the sound acting as a background noise because all your attention was on your phone, waiting for a message from him to pop up.

How much you wished you had the courage to message him first.

You took a big sip from the glass and felt the familiar warm spread in your chest, your empty stomach had been suffering all day and now was experiment the harshest treatment you had ever put it through.

Not even in your high school years you were careless enough to not eat anything before drinking strong alcohol.

"say you're sorry, please?" you whispered to yourself, trying to force yourself to call him, to admit your mistakes and beg for forgiveness.

You spend two hours staring at your phone, all the vodka in you glass had already disappeared and the entire bottle followed soon after; before you even realize it

"I'll say I'm sorry, please forgive me..." you whispered and pressed to call peter. you put the call on speaker and held your phone close to your mouth.

You had your knees to your chest and had wrapped a blanket around yourself, trying to stay calm and collected.

"hello?" Peter answered the call.

"hi...pete" you said, voice dripping evidence of your drunken state.

"how are you, y/n?" he asked and you heard how he sat on his bed from the way the springs made a uncomfortable sound.

"i'm.. I'm drunk" you admitted and laughed a little.

"I, I really wanted to talk to you, pete." you're voice broke, and your eyes glossed over with tears.

"I wanted to talk to you too, flower" the pet name made your heart clench.

"really?" you asked, your tone filled with the warm that the pet name created in your soul.

"yeah, i was thinking about you, i used my telepathic powers and you called" he joked and you giggled.

"thanks for using your powers, pete" you took a deep breath.

"i called because i want to tell you something" you said and heard how peter took a deep breath.

"tell me, flower. Im all ears" he spoke sweetly, so sweetly you felt your heart clench again.

"i just, i wanted to tell you that i'm sorry, i'm really sorry about everything i said when we were fighting." you took a pause and to stop the tears from falling.

"i don't 'up with you', i honestly don't even know why i said that. you are amazing to be around and i was wrong for saying differently. you're a great super hero and the fact that you put yourself in danger and get hurt just to save other people is admirable. You're more than prepared to be the biggest super hero the world has known" you let out a shaky breath, your eyes betrayed you and multiple tears fell from your eyes.

"and you're right, you do help me to not do stupid things. I just...i just feel like i'm not worth it enough of more attention than the one you give me to save me from my stupidity."

"and lastly, you're not full of shit. That's me, not you. I know you have bigger problems than giving me attention just because i feel like im entitled to your time. I feel really guilty for everything i said. Forgive me, please?" You finished speaking.

Peter was speechless, and his heart already broken heart, ended breaking completely when you bed for his forgiveness.

You beg him for forgiveness? how could you feel sorry for saying the things he needed to hear to wake up and realize he wasn't a good boyfriend? You opened his eyes when you spoke up about how abandoned you felt because of him never being there for you.

If anyone should apologize was him.

"flower..." Peter sighed.

"yes?" You responded, voice shaky and anxious.

"I'm sorry for everything i said too. I shouldn't have called you a bitch. You're not insufferable, your the sweetest and loveliest person i have ever met. i'm grateful that i have you in my life."

"and you're right about me never being there to give you anything other than help, i love you and i thought that just because you knew that i didn't have to remind you every day. you have all the right to tell me how you feel or what you're going through and i should always be there to hear you. I know that you don't want me to fix your life or your problems. You only wanted to be heard but i didn't care to listen at the time."

"thanks for believing I'm a great super hero and I'm sorry that I've been saving people without thinking about how me getting hurt so much and running to you to heal me affected you. I've been selfish in our relationship just because i wanted to be selfless and save people. Forgive me, please"

Peter asked and you took a deep breath.

"if i forgive you will you forgive me too?" you asked back, you also wanted to be forgiven.

"of course, flower" peter answered and your heart skipped a beat.

"then, i forgive you, pete." you said and felt a smile forming on your face.

"i forgive you too, flower." Peter smiled too.

All the weight you have been carrying on your shoulders was lifted just like the light on your soul, you could finally live again. No more sorrow and pain.

"I'll see you tomorrow, right?" You asked with hope.

"yeah, we'll see each other tomorrow" peter made the plan of showing up at your apartment tomorrow, make everything right and give you all the affection and time you deserved.

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(a few months later)

you were sleeping peacefully in your bed, wrapped up in blankets and softly breathing. It was spring break and you have spent all day cleaning so you were having your well deserved rest.

that was until you starting hearing something hitting your window, being a light sleeper you woke up almost immediately, you checked the time on you phone '01:23am'

Still being half asleep you didn't even thought about what who hitting against your window because it was obvious, you stood up, walked over to the window, opened it and turned around to lie down again in your bed.

"hi baby" you said when you were back in your bed, this time your back against the wall to give peter space to lay down with you.

"hi flower" peter pressed the spider in the middle of his suit making loose and fall of his body.

He picked up the hoodie that was on your desk and put it on before laying down beside you, almost instantly he hugged you and you wrapped one of your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you while one of your arms wrapped around his next. Your free hand started caressing his hair sofly.

"how was night patrol?" you asked, your eyelids already closing in tiredness.

"it was calm, i just helped a few drunk guys get home" peter said and rubbing your back, drawing random shapes with his fingers.

"that's good" you whispered.

"go to sleep, flower." peter whispered against your ear and tighten his hold on your waist making you be totally pressed against him, your face in the crook of his neck.

"goodnight spidey" was the last thing you said before falling asleep.

"goodnight flower, i love you" peter kissed the top of your head before falling asleep too.

The both of you finally being the happy couple you deserved to be. The love you felt for each other was no longer forgotten in the pain of misunderstood emotions, now it was more alive than ever, burning and keeping you warm and safe from all the sorrow you had to go through to be happy with peter again.

Everything was fixed and was better than the first time you started to love each other.

There was no longer pain, just peace and the comfortable bed of love the both of you slept in for the rest of your life.

How beautiful it was to love Peter, forever save in his arms.

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your bf Dabi

18+ ONLY

Fem!reader

Kind of pain kink, user is scared of angry dabi, kind of a rape kink ig

Y/n - pink

Dabi - blue

Dabi is a classic entitled brat, everything must go his way. He is the biggest baby ever, maybe because it was never his way when he was a kid but that doesn't mean he can boss you or anybody around

*you are late to make dinner

"fuck fuck fuck" you start cooking faster as you hear the door unlocking

"im home. What's for dinner" his steps get more aggressive as he still hears you cook

"JUST A MOMENT" cleary under stress

His steps are getting closer to you so you get more scared so you cook faster.

*You dropped a bowl

"well well, look who messed up" he says rather calmly putting his hands around your waist

"w-w-what, im so sorry, let me clean it up" you try to get out his grip but it only stiffens around your waist

"Don't bother doll face, you can clean it any time but..." He looks threatening into your eyes "you need to pay out the worth of that bowl, and this one is rather expensive"

You look scared

"common doll face, i know just the way" he lifts you to the table and sits you there

You don't know what to do as you get flustered

He rapidly lifts your shirt and starts playing with your tits

A moan escapes your mouth as you tangle your fingers into his white hair

He holds your nipple in his teeth softly biting it, slowly lifting his dangerous gaze at your eyes showing you that this is just the begining

He swirls and twirls your nipples in his mouth

"ah dabi please stop" escapes your mouth

He stops and looks at you

"okay i will"

As your hope that this will end shows he grabs you and carries you into yours bedroom

"take your clothes off"

"What?"

"don't make me repeat myself"

You still scared start striping your clothes from your body

"good job"

He lays you down to the bed and starts giving you neck hickeys so you start moaning gently

He slowly starts kissing his way down

As he comes to your pussy he stops and takes off his shirt and unzips his pants just to reveal his hard member

You look shocked, it's big, how can it even enter your body

He slowly starts rubbing it against your pussy

You try to squirm out but unsuccessfully he forces his way in

A loud moan escapes your body

He starts fucking you slowly but quickly fastening his tempo just to start banging you over and over squeezing your tits in his hands

"good girl"

A tear runs down your cheeks, it feels so painful but so good

His masculine chest starts to sweat and his head as well so he slides his hand trough his hair slicking it back so that is making him 10× sexier

He starts grunting slowly as he goes faster giving away that he will finish soon

As he keeps going like a dog in heat he pulls it out fast and comes on your stomach

"don't wanna make you pregnant yet"

You are unresponsive, your eyes rolled back and your body still twitching from this encounter

"let's get you cleaned up"