#loona x gender neutral reader

[embodiment-of-pride]

Bonus Chapter: Loona x Male Reader 🔞

OBLIGATORY CONTENT WARNING: this chapter contains **x

So yeah, this is ****. This is my first time writing anything like this, and simultaneously I think it is the longest thing I have ever written. The quality could be terrible. Like, I almost put the line “It was the world’s wettest bun; and you were the hot dog” into this. I was laughing for the entire first half I wrote this, at how ridiculous the concept of me writing this was.

To be clear, I also think the way I wrote it may have been wrong. The way I write involves understanding cause and effect, and manipulating strings of ideas so that they weave together to form a nice, coherent whole, even for small actions. **** is almost a completely different ballgame. Like, I’m putting WAY too much detail into the actions that are being performed, to the extent that I couldn’t write something like this again, at least in the way that I did. You can only find so many ways to describe the same action over and over. If I tried this again, I think it would be more focused on the emotions involved rather than the actions. Also, consent is sexy AS FUCK.

Still, as an Embodiment of Pride, I remain proud of what I’ve written. As the Embodiments of Lust you are, I hope you the reader enjoys it. If you’ve got tips for how to write **** better, please let me know. I DO NOT mean suggest sex scenes or positions; I mean actual writing advice.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW HOW I DID!!

Since the night on the rooftop, you and Loona had been making steady progress. You were about two or three months into your relationship, and both of you were feeling really good about being with one another. There were small moments of affection, like quick hugs or kisses on the cheek, whenever they could be afforded at the office. You helped push each other to become better people. You became less of a pushover (though Loona still teased you about it), and Loona refrained from pushing people away.

You still got butterflies in your stomach when you talked to Loona, and your tail was uncontrollable when you were around her. As your relationship progressed, needs of physical affection became more and more apparent. You were making progress, and she was no longer afraid that she would hurt you. Loona wanted more intimacy, and you were more than happy to give it to her, but the only time it seemed appropriate was after work. Loona wasn’t afraid of going out or being seen with you outside of work, but she was afraid of displaying her affection publicly. She made this clear to you, and you accommodated her, often talking on the rooftop.

There had been a small hurdle in this, of course. You could only really talk on the roof, and those small affections of hugs and pecks on the cheeks were extremely limiting for your relationship (Loona said she wouldn’t mind doing it at work, but you thought PDA at work was extremely inappropriate, especially if it went any further than any of what M&M did). The work days were long, especially when the only time you could really talk to each other was on the roof. You felt guilty about not bringing Loona over to your apartment, but you explained that it was small and unfurnished. It wouldn’t be fair to her to bring her somewhere that she would find uncomfortable. You controlled yourselves well enough, but it sucked that there was no outlet for either of your desires.

Barely 2 weeks in, before your relationship had really gotten a good footing, or perhaps because of it, Loona dragged you back to Blitzø’s apartment, much to your dismay, and Blitzø’s protest. He eventually relented, giving in to Loona’s adamant nature, but he demanded that she keep the door open while you were over.

You both entered her room, and your mutual, pent-up frustration manifested itself by Loona throwing you onto her bed and furiously making out with you. After catching your respective breaths, you would spend hours cuddling and talking, but mostly cuddling, until you went back to your apartment.

Cut back to the present, and Loona had kept pushing for cuddles to get more and more physical, to the point where you had to tell her to keep it in her pants. She would slip your hand beneath her shirt, or try to feel you up, and you would be tempted, but you would always tell her you couldn’t. You were still at Blitzø’s, with the door open, and you were going to respect that he allowed you to be over here in the first place. That didn’t stop Loona though. She would get rougher and more demanding with you, which admittedly turned you on, until it got to a point where even she thought it was becoming a problem.

“Seriously, we need to go somewhere else if this is going to go further.” Loona said after a particularly intense session of cuddling that had practically become a wrestling match after she tried unzipping your pants.

“You want to go further?” you asked, intentionally playing dumb. You were both sitting against Loona’s headboard, her head leaned against your shoulder. Loona scoffed, and in response you peppered her face with kisses, causing her to laugh, and try to playfully push you away from her. You didn’t stop until she asked you to.

“Okay, enough!” Loona said, still struggling to keep herself from laughing. “I’m being serious. We really need a place where we can really be alone. What’s wrong with your apartment again?”

“It’s small, and you wouldn’t like how hard my bed is,” you said, pressing your hand into Loona’s mattress, where it sunk slightly. “I’ve only got one blanket and pillow. I can’t really afford to make purchases that aren’t essential.”

“Then ask Blitzø for a raise!” Loona whined.

“You know that wouldn’t be fair to M&M. They deserve that far more than I do.”

Loona pouted, but nodded, as she had to agree.

“Fuck it. No matter how shitty your apartment is, I gotta see what’s in there!” Loona tried to poke your crotch through your pants, but you rotated your pelvis, shifting across the bed before she could get her hands on it.

“Okay, fine!” you laughed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you, though.”

You moved to sit back next to her. “I know it’s unlikely, but we should also get tested before we do anything serious. Some shit can be asymptomatic, you know.” Loona rolled her eyes.

“Like you’ve gotten some action down here.”

You raised your hands defensively. “Hey, have you seen the water that comes out of the pipes? This is literally Hell; anything could be in there. It’s good to be safe, and we can compare results. It’ll be fun.”

Loona punched your arm at the thought that it would be fun, but agreed.

You and she got tested, though you had to visit a hospital in the Pride Ring, given that Sloth was off-limits to sinners. The results were expected to come in the mail, given that you didn’t trust Vox with your health information being sent digitally. Sure it would be easier to have it sent electronically, but the more overlords you could hide from, the better. You still hadn’t sold your soul, and definitely didn’t want him tempting you with deals or blackmailing you with your information. You were a unique individual anyways, being the only sinner anyone around you knew that looked like, walked like, and quacked like a hellborn. Who knows what could happen if anybody with real power found out about you?

On the day that the results were expected to arrive, you headed over to Blitzø’s place with Loona after work, as usual. She picked up her envelope, then said she was headed out with you. Blitzø gave a suspicious look, as this would be the first time that you would be going somewhere with Loona in public, but said nothing.

You walked with Loona, and she discovered that you lived in about the same neighborhood as M&M. Slightly nicer in some ways, slightly worse in others. She asked why you didn’t just carpool, like M&M, but you started rambling about how you didn’t want to be a burden, given the extra distance and time, as well as gas prices. She said she got it, cutting you off before you started talking about how Overlord politics affected it, and kept stride with you, keeping to the inside of the sidewalk.

You picked up your envelope from your mailbox, then navigated your way to your apartment. Loona shifted from foot to foot, eagerly awaiting to see what the inside looked like. You opened the door, and…

It was basically empty. Like you had said, it was small. It was a one-bedroom apartment with a bathroom, a small kitchen, a small open area that you had put a table and 2 chairs in, but not much else. You hadn’t decorated it with any other furniture besides your mattress, and every sheet, towel, and piece of clothing you had was hanging or folded in your closet or their areas of use, not contained in a dresser. You had no personal items of any kind from what Loona could see.

“Damn, you live like this?” Loona asked. You didn’t know what she was expecting.

“Yeah. My performance as the receptionist really boosted the amount of money I.M.P. makes, but it barely covers having me as an additional employee. Still, having me is profitable, and I wouldn’t quit; it’s still the best work environment I’ve ever had the pleasure of being a part of, even compared to my time on Earth.”

Loona nodded as she listened. Then she noticed your small kitchen.

“Wait, why does this part of your apartment look better than the rest?” She asked, eyeing a calendar that was stuck to the fridge, then opened it to see dozens of pre-made meals. They looked delicious; you had made sure they were.

“Holy shit (Y/N)! I thought you couldn’t afford to eat out! It looks like you’ve got leftovers from high-end restaurants here!” Loona drooled as she eyed some pasta in a plastic container.

They weren’t leftovers. Because of your low income, it had been worth it to invest in how to cook here in Hell. It was much cheaper than eating out, so whatever you saved went back into making good food, like purchasing better quality ingredients and utensils. It was practical. You also didn’t have money to afford hobbies, and the rest of hell still treated you like shit because you looked like a hellhound, and was violent 24/7, so you never really did anything outside. Your time went into perfecting your craft in this small kitchen.

You closed the fridge door in Loona’s face, and felt a twinge of guilt as she looked up at you, disappointed.

“Sorry. I’ve already planned out my food budget this month. You’re welcome to the baked goods, though.” You pointed to a stack of plastic containers that contained muffins, and various kinds of bread.

Loona eagerly popped open a container, swiped a muffin, and took a bite. Her eyes shone like diamonds when she realized how good it was, and she eagerly polished the rest of it off. As she closed the container, she noticed they all had labels, and the one that she grabbed didn’t have one.

“That was so good! Do you know what kind of muffin that was? It tasted like a bunch of different things, so I couldn’t quite get an idea,” she asked.

“Oh, I’ve been experimenting with different kinds of extracts in those ones. They’re all different, so I wouldn’t know.”

“I’m sure you’d remember if you could taste it again,” Loona pointed out.

“Well sure, but how—”

Loona grabbed you by the collar and practically slammed you against the fridge, pressing her lips against yours. You leaned into the kiss, feeling the sensation of her tongue invading your lips, and exploring your mouth. After a moment, you quickly pulled away, causing her to whine, wanting to keep going.

You grabbed one of the few pens you owned, and wrote down on the borders of the calendar a variety of extracts, as well as the ratios. Loona laughed when she saw what you were doing. You had been able to tell what the muffin contained just by tasting her mouth.

“Really getting used to the idea of being a hellhound, aren’t we?” she teased. You grinned sheepishly, and she dragged you by the hand into your bedroom, if you could even call it a separate room, making sure that you brought both of your test results.

Again, your bedroom was mostly empty, and your closet contained all of your clothes. You had a single blanket and pillow that were on top of the stiff but affordable mattress. Loona plopped herself on the bed, and tried to get comfortable, feeling it out.

“It’s not bad; I could get used to it,” Loona noted.

“Well, that’s good. Just try not to sleep on it, or you’ll wake up with bruises. I’m sure you’ve gotten soft from your bed,” you joked. Loona responded with yet another playful punch, this one to the gut. You were sure that she was making you invincible the way that your muscles had adapted to her attacks over the months.

You sat down to the right of her, and you both pulled out your envelopes. You opened yours, and started listing off every disease you had been tested for, and saying “Negative” after each name. Loona raised her eyebrows and huffed when you said were 10 diseases down the list.

“O-kay, enough of that. You don’t have to say everything out loud; we took the same tests.” Loona laughed and took the paper from your hands, grabbing it from the top. She quickly scanned the page, then handed it back to you. “What matters is you didn’t test positive for anything. Same goes for me. Want to see?” She held out her own paper to you. You gave it a once-over just in case she missed anything, then handed it back.

“See? Doesn’t that give you some sense of relief?” you asked, shit-eating grin across your snout.

Loona rolled her eyes, but she still had a smile on her face. She wrapped her tail around yours, and snuggled her head into your cheek. You got the hint, and you pulled the both of you further onto the bed, so that you could cuddle more comfortably. Loona took the lead, pulling you into a familiar spooning position. She was a little bigger than you, so you were almost always the little spoon. She enjoyed the feeling of having you in her embrace, and would dig her head into your shoulder. She would often pull you back tighter into her chest when she thought you were moving away to be polite, or trying to avoid getting more “physical.”

Soon though, the cuddling got more intense, to the point that it felt like she was trying to become a part of you, whining, as she couldn’t quite get you close enough. She rotated into different areas of the bed, rolling over top of you, never staying in one position for too long. When she started trying to grab your dick through your pants again, that was when you sat up and pulled off your shirt. Loona watched in awe as she saw your upper torso for the first time. You were nowhere near as big as Vortex, but you had been trying to work out in order to better handle Loona’s playful wrestling. Loona bit her lip as she watched you, then sat up herself, reaching out to grab the fur on your chest.

“You’re so fucking fluffy,” she laughed. She looked down at her hands, slipping off her fingerless gloves and throwing them towards where your shirt lay on the floor. It was the first time you had seen her hands in their entirety. The white fur that ran down her arms continued underneath where her gloves had been. You looked down at your own fur-covered claws, where the grey fur on the backside made it only look like you had fingerless gloves. You were mildly disappointed that she didn’t match you.

Then she reached out towards you, and ran her fingers along your arms, feeling the muscle beneath the hair. She continued biting her lip, practically drooling until she reached your hands, which she then pulled up to the bottom of her crop top, and had you lift the clothing over her head. She then turned around, giving you access to the back of her bra. You undid it for her, and she tossed it to the side. Then, she turned back towards you.

Loona didn’t have large breasts, by any means, but you stared in shock anyway. If it had been what you expected, you probably would’ve been more polite, but it wasn’t. Thick fur covered her chest, and you couldn’t see her nipples.

When you didn’t move, Loona slapped your shoulder.

“Hey, what’re you staring at? Never seen tits before?” she teased.

“I…but I’ve…I mean, where are your nipples!?”

Loona punched your chest this time. “They’re right there, idiot. You have them too; they’re just underneath the fur,” she explained as she rolled her eyes. Maybe you were an idiot; it was true that your fur covered your own, but you somehow thought in this moment that might’ve been different for female hellhounds. You fucking furry. “Here, let me show you,” Loona said, and she pushed you down onto the bed. She grabbed fistfuls of your chest fur, running her fingers up through it until she reached your shoulders. Then she dragged herself up and across you, pressing her chest against yours. You could definitely feel them; the small peaks of flesh were indeed just beneath the fur. It was strange, but it excited you.

Loona dragged herself down your body, and she pushed herself up so that she was straddling the lower part of your legs. She reached down, and pressed her hand against your covered groin. The blood had been flowing before, but now you could feel your member straining against your pants, begging to be released. Loona started panting, and you could tell she wanted this even more than you did.

Before you knew what was happening, your pants had been removed from your legs, and were now also across the room, along with your shirt and Loona’s upper body clothing. Loona lowered her head down to your erect cock, and took it into her mouth.

It was warm, and it was wet. The moment you felt her tongue, you squirmed, and Loona had to hold down your thighs to keep you from moving. She growled, and pressed her teeth closed gently but quickly, eliciting a yelp of surprise as you tried to hold still. It wasn’t painful, but it did cause you to focus on Loona. Her eyes were on you, and they communicated only one thing: She was in charge.

You watched as she greedily moved up and down, and the sensation of wetness and muscle washed over you. You became dazed; usually you weren’t aware of how your dick felt, being trapped in your pants for perpetuity, but now you were extremely sensitive to every inch of it, and how her tongue smoothly guided your shaft deeper into her mouth, to the back of her throat if she let it.

Her eyes never left yours; she was aware of how obscene she looked, and she was proud of it. She lifted her head, opening her mouth to release you, and your tip hit her bottom lip as it left, leaving a trail of saliva as your dick throbbed in place. She took a few breaths, then stuck her tongue out this time, the large muscle hitting the head of your penis, pushing it back, then falling as she let it go. She repeated the movement, trying from a variety of angles, wrapping around slightly each time. She lapped at it like it was a drug that she constantly needed more of; taking a hit, thinking it was her last one, but always coming back for another taste.

She gasped, out of breath, and she brought it to her lips, kissing it for the briefest of moments before letting it slide between them. The underside of your cock gently scraped against her bottom teeth, creating tingles that would immediately be followed up by the slickness of her wet tongue. It enveloped your member, swirling as the muscle tried to pull it deeper into her gullet. She kept trying to swallow, and every time her tongue moved back what seemed a mile, then quickly rushing forward the distance back.

The sensations were driving you insane. Claws digging into your thighs, holding you down while you were engulfed in wet heat, her most flexible muscle dancing around your most sensitive limb. You tried to hold yourself back, but she was coaxing it out of you, the unrelenting pumping of a drill trying to bring oil to the surface. Loona’s eyes were still on you, and she could witness every movement and expression of erotic anguish you made.

You were trembling, hands clenched into fists as you were propped up on your pillow. It must’ve taken an immense amount of strength for Loona to keep your legs still, due to how much you were squirming, but she seemed to have no trouble. Loona’s backside was swaying, tail sweeping back and forth as she looked up at you, finding your reactions adorable as you were completely at her mercy. You could feel something rising, bubbling just beneath the surface. You needed to warn her.

“Loona, I’m going to—OH-H!”

Loona, upon hearing your voice, redoubled her efforts, hollowing her cheeks so she could put even more pressure onto your cock. She was performing the swallowing motion as often as she could, and her tongue was a spiraling comet, wrapping faster and faster as it was pulled back and forth repeatedly. The heat was intense, and it felt as if your member was being cooked alive.

You couldn’t hold it back anymore, and your vision went dark for a moment, senses dulling, before being pulled back into a hyper-sensitive reality, shockwaves coursing through your body, dissolving into ripples that ended with you releasing into Loona’s waiting mouth. She swallowed it, gluttonous creature that she was, and you gained a newfound appreciation for your girlfriend’s commitment to finishing a task. She coaxed more out of you, once again using the pressure of her cheeks to suck what seemed to be wave after wave of fluid, lapping it up from your tip with her tongue from inside her mouth as it burst forth. When you stopped coming, and it seemed that you would stop twitching, she opened her jaws, releasing you, and you could feel her breath on your cock, giving it one last wave of heat from the exploding sun that she had become.

“Unholy fucking shit Loona!? What was that?!” You cried out, dragging your hands down your face, goofy smile plastered over it. “That was…wow!”

Loona was gasping heavily, and you waited for her to catch her breath. You pulled your upper body forward to sit up and reach out, stroking her hair in awe, appreciating her for the experience she had given you. Loona gave a tired smile, and grabbed your forearm, reaching across herself. You kept still as she steadied herself with you.

“That was…an example of why hellhounds come from the Ring of Gluttony,” she breathed, winking at you seductively. You pulled yourself out from under her, and she watched as you got off the bed and knelt on the floor, turning her head to face you.

“Well, I may not be a hellhound, so I don’t have quite your appetite, but I sure would love to devour you,” you growled, a slightly threatening undertone emerging from your voice. Loona blushed, not expecting to hear such a noise from you. She cried out in surprise as you spun her, bringing her lower half to you, so that her legs were hanging off the side of the bed. She laughed as you set her free from the shorts and panties that still clung to her bottom.

All that was left was her thigh highs. She gave you a mock fight, resisting as you tried to wriggle her legs apart. She still laughed, which let you know she was okay with what you were doing. You caressed the inside of her legs, working your way down each one until you got to where the cloth began. Loona made a noise somewhere between a moan and a laugh as you traced your lips along her inner thighs, before sliding the material off each leg. They were the last to join the pile of clothes across the room.

“You must’ve been hungry to not take these off before you began,” you teased. Before she could come back with a witty response, you lowered your head down, and pressed your snout into her entrance. Loona stopped speaking, and groaned as you pushed further, parting her lower lips.

You attacked her with your mouth, slipping your tongue out between your teeth, licking and pressing deeper into her folds. She squirmed, just as you had when she had lowered her mouth to your sex. You pulled your snout back, and your hands her caressed her hips, until you gripped and held her legs still, lifting your head up to look at her.

She watched you, eyes half-lidded, and was whispering for you to keep going. She looked at you expectantly, so you turned your head back down, satisfied, and continued.

You kissed her entrance, then let your lips wander to her clit, dragging them across her wetness until they reached their intended destination. There, you flicked your tongue, eliciting from Loona a small whimper. You pushed your snout forward again, into her flesh, and Loona suddenly gripped the back of your head with both of her hands. She dragged you into her, gently grabbing fistfuls of the grey fur that adorned your head.

“Devour me. I want you to make me scream,” Loona murmured, and her breath hitched as you complied, driving your tongue into her. If she was a flower, you were a hummingbird, wings flapping as fast as your heartbeat, drinking her sweet nectar by accessing the deepest parts of her with your long tongue.

She was mewling, and you could tell she was getting close. You pushed back against her hands, until you could reach her clit again. You remembered something Moxxie had told you, when you had asked M&M for relationship advice: “Try to tongue the alphabet.” Millie had smacked him, scolding him for misinterpreting your question. Still, it came in handy now.

You started from “A,” sucking the little nub, then dipping your tongue back into her folds, before returning between each letter. You had gotten around to “J” before Loona’s claws started digging into your scalp. You pulled back suddenly, the pain becoming something you couldn’t ignore.

“Ow. Ow, ow. OW! Please let go!” you let out, and Loona quickly released you, hands going into the air. You hissed a little to yourself, rubbing the top of your head, and the pain went away after a short while. Loona looked at you, concerned.

“Sorry…I got carried away. You were doing a very good job,” Loona said, and reached out a hand towards you, rubbing the back of your skull sympathetically, where she had injured you.

“It’s fine. The hair pulling surprised me, but I was cool with it. Though the clawing…not so nice,” you chuckled. You were glad that you were able to communicate to each other comfortably, even in a tense situation where sensitive parts where involved. Loona nodded apologetically.

“Are you good if I go back in?” you asked, a light laugh escaping when you started speaking. Loona answered by angling your head, kissing your forehead as she pulled you up towards her face, then pushing you back down to her sex. She was being extra careful with her claws this time.

You eagerly picked up where you left off, and Loona was getting into it again. You went faster, employing the same alphabet tactic, driving your tongue inside, teasing her vaginal opening before returning to the clit to lovingly deliver the next letter. She was moaning, producing a high -pitched howl whenever you came back to her clit. This time you had made it all the way to “Q” when Loona suddenly clenched, whimpering as she grabbed the fur on your head tightly again, but not hard enough to cause pain.

You could feel the ripples that went through her as she came. Each shudder and whine she produced came with a very small rush of fluid, which you eagerly lapped up. It tasted slightly sweet. Loona grinded against your face in the moments of her climax, movements becoming less intense and infrequent as she came down from her high. Her breath was shaky, and she began relaxing, letting go of your hair.

“Oh Satan, that was g—Oh fuck!”

Loona cried out in surprise as you dove back in, determined to make her come yet again. You had enjoyed the sensation of her coming into your mouth, and were proud of the fact that you had been able to bring her to orgasm. Loona started spewing profanities, lurching backwards, but made no attempt to stop you, instead opting to grind her newly more sensitive flesh against your snout, grabbing your fur yet a third time, though this in this instance being less careful than she had been.

“Fuck! You bastard! You could’ve—shit, FUCK—warned ME! Fuck, Satan, DO NOT stop!”

You reached one of your hands forward slowly, letting Loona know it was there by sliding it down from one of her legs. You brushed your fingertips against her labia, and she responded with a loud exhale that sounded like “Mhm!” Just to be sure, you forced you head up against her hands to look up at her. She gave a small but vigorous nod, swallowing hard in anticipation.

Now that you had permission, you took a clawed finger, and tenderly poked her vaginal opening, before starting to slip it inside. Still teasing her with your mouth, you slowly pushed, until you were knuckle deep. You explored her insides, her trembling the entire time, until you found the spot at which her physical reaction became the most intense. You proceeded to stimulate it as much as you could, rotating, pressing, thrusting your finger inside of her, sinfully aware of where your claw was the entire time, while purring against her surface outside, the vibration further adding to Loona’s descent into madness. She keened, a wail coming from deep within her throat, growing intensely, until it became a howl.

Loona brought her thighs in on your head, the sudden squeeze letting you know she was going to come. Your arm was restricted, due to the unrelenting pressure of her legs, so you did what you could with your finger, continuing to abuse her G-Spot. The rest of your attention went to her love button outside, and you satisfyingly finished the alphabet, before repeating the specific shapes that seemed to lure the most cries from Loona. There was one final clench, and again she came, hair pulling and leg crushing combining to form a cage that you could not escape from, until she deemed it so. There was more liquid, though she produced less than she had before.

When she was finished with you, Loona relaxed her legs, and moved one of her hands to lift your chin. She clutched your snout from beneath your jaw, and let out a low growl as she threatened you, jokingly.

“Do that again, and I’ll rip out your throat.”

Loona meant nothing by it, except to give you verbal feedback for your evil prank. You nodded as she gripped you. Then you stopped to think about what she had just said.

“That…actually sounds kind of hot. If you’re up for it, I don’t mind if you…”

You lifted your arm to demonstrate, and Loona let you go of your snout, allowing you to raise your hand, still covered in her juices, to your own throat. You grabbed it, almost in a self-choking manner.

“Not literally, of course!” you blurted, seeing the look of shock on her face. “Just some mild biting, and only if you’d be willing. It’s something we could try.” Your face flushed, as this was something completely new to you, but you thought it possible because of the canine biology of hellhounds.

Loona’s wide eyes narrowed, before she burst out laughing.

“So that’s your kink?”

Your ears fell flat against your skull at her response.

“Hey! We agreed we wouldn’t shame each other if we wanted to try something! And besides, I’ve never done it before, so it can’t possibly be a kink. Yet.”

Loona apologized, but rolled her eyes teasingly as she did so. She pulled you onto the bed, forcing you down, grabbing your chest fur again. She lowered herself as she did before, rubbed her face against it, nuzzling deep before saying “I cannot get over how fucking fluffy you are…”

You wondered if that indicative of some version of her kink.

This time, her bottom half hung out, so you could feel her wetness directly against you. She had been careful to place herself so that you wouldn’t be performing the main event just yet. She did, however, take the opportunity to tease by rubbing her chest against you as she did before, but this time grinding against you, earning some whimpers and whines from you as payback for surprising her. Every little movement she made created some amount of friction, and you almost couldn’t stand it.

Loona slid herself forward, so that she was face to face with you. She gave you one last raised eyebrow before sliding down slightly, and opened her mouth wide. She rotated her head, and placed her jaws around your throat gently. She slowly closed them, and her teeth sunk a little into the sides of your neck, causing you to yelp in surprise.

“Ike is?” she mumbled.

You couldn’t hear exactly what she was saying, because her mouth was currently occupied with your trachea, but you understood that she had asked “Like this?” You tried to speak, and were surprised you were able to, though her teeth scraped slightly when you did so.

“Yeah. I wasn’t expecting it to feel so…warm. It’s like you’re hugging my neck, but it’s several times more dangerous.”

You heard a muffled response from Loona.

“What did you say?”

Loona groaned in frustration, releasing your neck before lifting herself up. She rubbed your erection when she did so, and you gave a little shiver.

“I said, when you talk, I can feel you throat buzzing,” Loona chuckled.

“Did it feel good?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we can try again later.”

You nodded, understanding that it had been a strange request. You felt Loona rub her sex against you again, and you realized you should probably use protection before things went any further.

“Hey Loona? I have condoms—”

“Nope,” Loona interrupted, as soon as the thought had been uttered.

“What!? Why?! Aren’t you worried about getting preg—”

Loona slapped your chest, cutting you off again. She grumbled, annoyed.

“Sinners can’t breed, idiot. It’s a part of your eternal punishment. And you’re, like, dead anyways. If you wanted kids, you should’ve had them when you were alive.”

Loona laughed at that last part, but it earned a mixed reaction from you. Yeah, you definitely didn’t want kids right now, but you thought that maybe it was something that Loona—

“Hey, you good?” Loona asked, now interrupting your thoughts themselves. She could read you like a book, understanding your silence and strange expression. “If you’re really torn up about it, just think about this: we’re still pretty early into our relationship. There’s no telling how far this’ll go. And…if it somehow did work out, and we both wanted to…I mean, I was 17 when I was adopted...” she trailed off. “Again, if we both wanted to, and I’m not saying I am, we could try…fuck, I’m not good at this. Can we talk about this later? When I’m not about to fuck your brains out, like you still have any left?”

You listened to Loona’s explanation, and a sense of…not relief, but a sort of comfort, came over you. It was a good sign that she was aware of your concerns. Even though she had doubts about your relationship lasting, probably still left over from her fear of hurting people, you believed that it was because of this willingness to communicate that you’d find a way to work things out. And she was right, you absolutely didn’t need to talk about this right now.

It was quiet for a moment, as her words washed over the both of you. Loona hit your chest again, impatient.

“Are we going to do this, or are we just going to talk about doing it? Because it feels like I’ve been trying to get into your pants for forever, and now that we’re right here—”

“You’re the one on top, so you can…get off whenever you want.” You were the one to interrupt her this time, making a joke that doubled as a decision she could make. Loona laughed in response.

“Get off as in get off of you, or come all over your dick?”

“However you want to take it,” you offered, the second innuendo earning yet another punch to the chest. Yeah, you were definitely getting stronger from her physical playfulness.

“Sorry!” you laughed. “You ready?”

Loona took a deep breath. “I’ve been ready.”

Loona lifted herself off of your chest, bringing herself to her knees to straddle you. Your heart was pounding, wishing the moment you first entered her would never come, was already over, and would last forever, all at the same time. She held herself above, gently grabbing your member, guiding it towards her entrance. Slowly, she began to sink down. You could feel every inch being squeezed into her wetness, like when she had given you oral, only this time the pressure was much more intense. She produced a small whimper once, but otherwise seemed to have no issues taking your length. She steadied her breath, and she stayed like that for a moment, holding you inside. You could feel her pulse through the walls, and it added to the stimulation. This was raw, and this was unprotected; the idea drove you mad along with the feeling, even if you knew there would be little consequence.

When she had successfully buried your dick inside of her, she pressed her hands into the bed on either side of your head, further steading herself. Then, she began to rock back and forth, trying to take it slow. Immediately, you both started to moan. You were worried you might come prematurely, but pushed the thought away, telling yourself you would tell her when you were close. Besides, she had already helped you get off with her mouth, which meant that you could last a bit longer here.

As Loona started getting into a rhythm, not speeding up quite yet, you lifted your arms to her sides, gently providing her more support as you ran your fingers through her fur. You could feel her hairs stand on end, reacting to your touch. A mewl came from her, and she spoke, though barely above a whisper.

“I want you to touch my chest.”

You complied, further sliding your hands up to her breasts, before you cradled them softly, stroking the small curves.

“Harder!” Loona commanded, though it was little more than an intense speaking tone. She was still focused on her rhythm, and had been quiet since you began. “And…maybe use…your mouth…”

You took your girlfriend’s orders, and started to gently squeeze, digging your thumbs into the thick fur until you reached her stiff peaks. You pinched them, being rewarded with a long whine. You considered her asking you to use her mouth, and that it had taken some effort to dig your fingers in. You needed to ask a question.

“Do you want me to make your fur wet by licking it, or…? Sorry, this is an entirely new experience for me; it’s pretty strange.”

“Hey, you had me put my jaws around your throat!” she said, gasping as she kept up her rhythm. It wasn’t slow, but not quite fast yet either. Sliding along the inside of her tunnel felt intensely amazing, even at her current speed. “Do whatever feels right,” she purred.

Your breath hitched as you tried to speak, but you managed to get out a “Fair enough.”

You brought your mouth up, and Loona gave another gasp as the movement caused you to slide deeper inside, breaking her rhythm. You dug your snout into the fur, trying to access her right teat beneath. She shivered, enjoying the sensation of letting herself be explored.

You were extremely careful when opening your mouth, peeling your lips back to reveal your sharp canines. You brought your teeth up to the bud, and stuck your tongue out between your jaws, running it back and forth across the small peak of flesh, trying to stimulate her. Loona was full-on trembling now, and you could feel the vibrations through your dick. You stopped licking for a moment, and brought your teeth forward for a gentle bite, nibbling the sensitive little mound. Loona whimpered, and started speaking again.

“Ohhh, shit. I think I like that…” she moaned. “Do the other one…”

You switched breasts, dragging your snout along the curvature of her chest, keeping constant contact. Her fur was extremely soft, a paradox to her usually aggressive and steadfast nature. You began performing similarly, licking her teat before bringing your teeth in for some small nibbles. Loona’s breath was shaky, and her constant trembling let you know she was enjoying this immensely. You could still feel her moving back and forth on you, sliding your member in and out, each time the wetness left behind being exposed to the air, causing a tingling sensation. Again, Loona spoke, though with some moderate difficulty.

“Okay, I think I’m about ready to speed up. I want you to really start fucking me, okay? Are you ready?”

You took your mouth away from her breast, and let your head fall back to the bed so you could look her in the eyes.

“What did you say before? I’ve been ready?”

Had it not been for Loona’s intense focus, she surely would have hit you again.

“Shut the fuck up!” she laughed, the delightful sound mixing with shaky breaths that had escaped against her will. “Okay, here we go.”

Loona began to speed up, and you tried your best to match her rhythm. The feeling was much more intense now, sliding pressures and her wetness causing you to fuck her faster. You were loving this new experience, having grown only slightly used to her slow rhythm from before. You thrusted up whenever she dropped down, and soon became breathless. You fiercely pistoned, bringing Loona’s body up further, before being smashed against the bed yourself.  Loona’s moans became louder, occasionally slipping into whines and whimpers.

“Oh fuck! I don’t think I was prepared for this!” she groaned, and you began to slow down to accommodate her, not wanting to put your pleasure above her own.

“I didn’t stay stop, dumbass!”

You gave a chuckle with what breaths you could manage, and sped back up. You thrust deeper and with more force, and Loona returned the favor. She was still stronger than you, and eventually she had taken over completely, slamming herself against your pelvis. It took every ounce of effort to push back even a little. You weren’t concerned about personal injury now; your head was in a daze. You began feeling yourself getting close.

“H-Hey! I’m about to come soon! How do you want to do this?” You desperately gasped, completely at Loona’s mercy.

“Well, since I’ve stupidly decided to do this without condoms, and I don’t want to have to wash your load out of my fur, I’ll graciously let you finish inside me,” Loona answered, slowing down only a fraction, determined not to have it be over until she wanted it to be.

“Thank you, your grace”

“You’re welcome, pushover.”

You both laughed breathily, having slowed down enough to have this small conversation. It gave you enough time to hold back, before you once again brought yourself to a speed you thought was almost unsafe. And yet, Loona was taking it, and throwing even more back at you. She brought her hand down, rubbing in a circular motion to stimulate her clit. She ravenously fucked you, engaging her powerful thigh muscles, smashing you. You thrust as hard as you could, and could feel juices running down your cock.

The noises that came from Loona made it seem like she was practically crying. She was cursing, and had her eyes closed tight. Still, she kept up her movements, until she suddenly howled, and brought her head down. She opened her jaws, and sunk her teeth into your throat, latching onto you. The sudden stimulation and pain unleashed something inside of you, and soon you were the one in control, fucking her back relentlessly. It had gotten to the point that Loona was against your chest, gripping your shoulders, holding on for dear life. You could feel blood leaking from where she was biting, and it honestly turned you on even more.

It became too much. You had released your inhibitions, Loona being pushed back and forth across your body, removing the space between you, crushing her tits against you. This, in combination with the danger of having her teeth around you, moaning into your throat, and the hard and fast rutting, caused you to release into her.

It was, for lack of a better term, orgasmic. You dissolved into burning pleasure, losing yourself as electricity shot through you. You couldn’t see anything, having been completely lost in her chest as you tensed, hugging Loona tightly as you ejaculated. Time slowed as the sensation rippled through your cock, waves again coming from you, and you felt each burst of cum settle inside her, until it inevitably leaked from her ruined cunt.

Loona moaned into your neck, still rubbing herself, hand trapped between the two of you. Soon, she came again on top of you, her juices mixing with yours in what had become a result of your mutual love for one another.

You breathed heavily as you both started to relax into each other’s embrace, hearts beating at a rapid pace, faster than your ruthless fucking had been. Loona released your neck, withdrawing until she could see your eyes. You were both panting, but Loona, against all odds, was able to talk.

“Sorry if I hurt you,” she apologized, before kissing you deeply, literally leaving you breathless. “Fuck, I needed that.”

It took a several moments until you were able to catch your breath, and when you did, it was to answer her humbly.

“I feel like I should be the one saying that,” you said, giving a small singular laugh before returning to your panting.

Loona brought her arms around the back of your neck, and hugged you back tightly, just as much as you were to her. Then she whispered in your ear, making them prickle with just a bit of excitement.

“You can pull out now,” she said softly. You gave a small tug, but found you were unable to set yourself free from her snatch.

“I think I’m stuck.”

“No, the fuck you aren’t, stupid puppy.”

You tried to pull a harder, but stopped quickly after Loona winced.

“Fuck! Okay, you’re stuck.”

Finding this peculiar, you thought to ask her about it.

“Does this usually happen when you…?” you trailed off, not quite sure what to expect as an answer.

“You were my first, asshole,” Loona responded, throwing you for a loop. That had legitimately surprised you. With someone as amazing as her, surely, she had found someone worthy of her attention before you. You thought that sharing similar romantic experiences had been what caused her to become scared of pushing people away.

“Oh. Sorry.”

That was all you could think to say. Loona punished you for it, hitting your shoulder softly. She was exhausted from your bout, and didn’t have the energy to put any force behind it.

“Don’t apologize. I wanted to do this with you.”

“Sorry!”

“Stop apologizing!” Loona growled, and a scowl came across her face. You were about to say sorry yet again, but Loona grabbed your face, kissing you just to shut you. The fuck. Up. You melted into the kiss, also exhausted, and let her force her tongue into your mouth, exploring it for all it was worth. The muscle danced, and you tried your best to keep up, but you let her tongue bully yours, abusing it back to where it belonged.

When she released you, a shit-eating grin came across your face.

“So that’s what my dick tastes like,” you laughed.

“Oh, so you wanna take some dick now?” Loona asked, raising an eyebrow. “That can be arranged.”

“I never said that!” you replied, laughing yet again.

“Hey, you wanted me to bite you. You might like it.” Loona purred, rubbing her head into your neck, licking the small wounds her teeth had left. Then she settled on top of you, laying across your chest. She wrapped her arms as far as she could get them beneath you, without losing the feeling in her hands.

You stayed like that, until eventually you were able to pull your softened member out of her. After, you cuddled, rolling onto your side, each hugging the other. You cuddled, and you kissed, until you were both taken by your exhaustion into the welcoming hands of sleep. There were no dark and dangerous dreams; only the feeling of her warmth next to you.

…

You woke up to Loona’s sharp claws digging into your chest, grabbing fistfuls of your fur. She murmured something in her sleep, grumbling “pushover,” before relaxing her grip, and letting you go. You chuckled when the pain subsided, realizing she was dreaming about you. You noticed that she had pulled your cheap blanket over the two of you while you were asleep. You looked up at the single window your apartment had from your angle in the bed, seeing that it was morning.

Careful not to disturb the sleeping hellhound beside you, you slid out of bed, and performed your morning routine. When you had clothes back on, you walked into your kitchen. Usually you would’ve made breakfast for just yourself, but you felt that wouldn’t be fair to Loona, who had stayed the night. A part of you (the real pushover) argued that it would eat into the food budget, but the rest of you argued back that she was worth it.

You made something simple, something that catered to your tastes, as well as Loona’s that you had learned over the past few months. You set the small table you had, placing and serving two plates. Then, you placed a muffin next to each of the plates, making sure you took from a container that actually had a label. You remembered how Loona gave you a taste of her muffin yesterday, and figured it would be silly to pull that stunt on purpose.

Loona stirred, nose twitching as the scent of warm food filled your small apartment. She groaned, sat up and stretched, not caring that she was fully nude. She did that for a while, and you heard multiple popping sounds. You grimaced as she shook out her aches.

“Fuck...your bed is like a rock. Probably didn’t help that I fucked you good,” She snickered. Her face then filled with panic at a sudden realization.

“Shit! Blitzø! He’ll know that we—you know what?” Loona spread her hands, interrupting herself and clearing her head. She grabbed your blanket and wrapped it around herself.

“Fuck ‘em. I make my own decisions; he can deal with the fact that I do what I like.”

“He’ll probably kill me, though,” you said, giving her point some legs.

“Don’t worry, I can protect my scared little puppy,” Loona offered, teasing and laughing.

“Well, when you’re done having revelations, I’ve got breakfast,” you said, tapping her plate on your small table.

Loona’s face brightened with delight as she got up, trotting over, dressed only in your blanket. She immediately started digging in, making an assortment of expressions as she enjoyed the meal you had made for her. You were almost jealous of how much the food was making her moan. You cleaned up the dishes in the kitchen, appreciating that someone else was able to enjoy your cooking, even more than you did. You had left your food on the table, and were waiting to eat until you had finished up in here. When Loona was able to take a breath, done inhaling your cooking, at least for now, she echoed this sentiment.

“I wish I could eat more of your food,” she lamented, licking her fingers clean of muffin crumbs. “This is so good.”

With your back turned, in the kitchen, though still within her view, you responded.

“If I could afford it, I’d cook for you every day, Loona.”

You waited for her to say something snarky, but she was quiet. You grew worried, as it was unlike her not to tease you for saying something so corny. You turned around.

“Hey, are you okay?”

Loona’s face was a mixture of curiosity, wonder, and doubt. She looked at you, still baffled, thinking of what she could say.

“…Did you mean that?”

You gave her a smile, one that you hoped would comfort her. Of course you wanted cook for her, all the time, if were able to.

“Yeah. I love you, Loona.”

Loona face slowly transformed, until she was beaming, the widest smile you’d ever seen stretched across her face. It was entrancing, and you could see that the only thing on her mind at that moment was the joy of being loved.

“I…I love you too.”

Then she stole your muffin.

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Vamped Up

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Content; brief mentions of blood, swearing, platonic relationships, vampirism, gender neutral, no pronouns

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Loona didn't think she'd get lucky enough to meet an actual vampire.. And then she met you

She thinks you're so fucking cool. How could she not? She lives for these kinds of aesthetics

Granted, being a vampire doesn't mean you automatically have a goth aesthetic. Hear me out- strawberry cottage core vamps, norm core vamps, camp vamps, etc. I hope I've made my point

Loona is jealous of your ability to shapeshift- not only is it super convenient, its literally the most gender-affirming super power that exists

I would imagine Loona doesn't have a problem with blood. So of course, she has her.. Ways.. Of acquiring it for you, should you need it

It's very likely y'all spend your nights together, doing anything you want

Pranks. Oh my god, the capacity for pranks. That, of course, are almost always pulled on either Moxxie or Blitzø

Loona's least favorite part of vampirism is the fact she can't take pictures with her best friend. Instead, she unfortunately has to rely on Blitzø's "artistic" renditions of your moments together (they're expressive, okay?)

As much as it seems like Loona doesn't care about anything, when it comes to her friends and family, details are very important. That means any aversions to food, or items of clothing you need to protect yourself from sunlight are always taken into consideration

At this point, her trivia knowledge about you (and vampirism in general) is quite extensive

Regardless of the type of relationship you have (unless she sees you like a sibling), Loona finds your fangs very attractive. Listen, listen. Fangs. I will not elaborate. She'll hype you the fuck up, too

The two of you have heightened senses so literally nothing gets by you. So Blitzø has a hard time stalking y'all. Whoops

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O students

pairing: kim seungmin x gn!reader

wc: 3,4k

featuring: han jisung, loona’s chaewon, the boyz’s eric, pentagon’s shinwon, sf9’s chani

summary: for two years, you considered seungmin as a rival, until his best efforts to befriend you didn't go unnoticed anymore

genres: hogwarts!au, rivals to friends to lovers!au, ravenclaw!seungmin, ravenclaw!reader, fluff

tw: swearing, a kiss

notes: moodboard made by me, pictures found on the internet. reposting works from my old blog

order of writing: chan - jisung - minho - hyunjin - jeongin - seungmin - changbin - felix

networks: @kflixnet @k-labels @straykidsland @kwritersworld

tag list: @badwithten @soobin-chois @raethethey send ask/dm/cmment to be added!

It was common knowledge that Seungmin was an O student, and you weren’t so far behind. In the beginning of first year up until the end of second year, you were rivals. You were competitive and Seungmin was a pain. He wasn’t competitive as much, but he was better than you, and you couldn’t tolerate it. Fortunately, he asked if he could talk to you on the train to your third year and you’ve been a better person ever since; less competitive, more open and definitely more livable. Bonus, you became friends with him.

Your parents had pressured you into being the best student and it made you do and say things you regret, but Seungmin understood, which you were thankful for. They also wanted you to be a Slytherin, like them, but perhaps the Sorting Hat knew deep down who you really were.

Hogwarts had always been a second home to you. At all times, you felt cozy and relaxed despite the amount of noise and homework. Making peace with yourself made the whole experience ten times better.

The librarian came out of nowhere with an unpleasant look —the usual— and hissed to the whole library before storming out: “Pray that I won’t find out who damaged our copy of Important modern magic discoveries.”

You looked at Seungmin at the other side of the table and laughed quietly while he shook his head. You knew who it was, but you wouldn’t snitch on a fellow Ravenclaw. Especially not when he cost too much house points already.

Seungmin didn’t like studying in the Great Hall because it was too loud compared to the library, where the librarian never accepted any sound (whispers were worse than speaking out loud for her). The common room was okay, sometimes, but it was mostly a place to chill and read.

Moreover, he knew every inch of the library like the back of his hand, so he often helped restock and find books for other students if they looked lost. You found that admirable, knowing the librarian’s temperament. He didn’t seem to mind, though. In fact, she seemed to respect your friend, value even.

“I can’t believe Jisung’s scared of acromantulas,” you blurted out of the blue, the last class of defense against the dark arts still fresh on your mind.

“Me neither. He does have one fear, after all,” he shrugged. As desperate as he was, never would he use this fear to ‘tame’ his friend.

You nodded, refocusing on your task at hand, when a tired-looking Chaewon sat next to you with a light thud. She sighed, pinching her nose bridge in annoyance.

“What’s wrong?” you asked, your voice laced with worry.

“I just tutored Heejin for transfiguration but she’s not making any effort.”

“She asked the professor herself, though?”

“Exactly! Ugh, why did it have to be me?”

“Ask the professor to change tutor,” proposed Seungmin.

“Already did, but she said I was the second best choice, the first being Hyunjin, and he’s already tutoring a Gryffindor.”

“Wait. You don’t have to actually meet up, right?” You were not going to let your friend have a hard time for basically nothing.

“I guess not…”

“Then just don’t. I’m sure she doesn’t even need the help.”

“You’re right, she looked jealous over the person that genuinely needed it,” recalled Seungmin.

“I guess she likes Hyunjin or something,” Chaewon shrugged.

“Poor girl. He’s never going to see her that way,” you shook your head.

“Shhh!” hissed the librarian behind you, making you all flinch. No one saw her coming back and it put an end to your conversation.

A few days later, in history of magic class shared between Ravenclaws and Slytherins, the professor monotonously recited his 14th century’s witch hunt lesson while some classmates were playing exploding snap at the back. Seungmin was, as usual, immersed in the lecture while you were trying your best not to fall asleep. Chaewon was diligently writing down notes two rows back, next to Hyunjin who gave up on staying awake a long time ago. You’ve never spent time with the Slytherin girl, but she was close to Chaewon. You could hear mini explosions and laughter from behind you, and if you weren’t so drowsy right now, you would’ve gone to see how the game was going.

After the class, you went to the courtyard during recess with Seungmin.

“I just don’t get why flying carpets are illegal, you know? They look so much steadier than brooms,” you sighed, sitting on the low wall surrounding the courtyard, your friend following you.

“I’d tell you the reason, but you know it already.”

“Yes, they have been defined as a ‘muggle artifact’ by the registry of proscribed charmable objects, so now they’re banned. But so are brooms! I guess the ministry had to choose, and made a huge mistake.”

“Why don’t you send them an owl to make a change?” Seungmin proposed, amused by your beliefs.

“Are you out of your mind? My dad works at the ministry, I don’t fancy receiving a howler during breakfast for my ‘disrespect of the wizarding law’, thank you very much.”

You visibly shivered at the thought.

“Would be fun to—” Seungmin started, but your attention drifted off to a guy standing on the edge of the fountain.

“Anyone want to do my history homework? I can pay,” proposed a fourth year Gryffindor, Eric if you weren’t mistaken.

Seeing you were about to get up to walk in the direction of the guy, Seungmin stopped you by tugging on your robe. “You’re not seriously considering it?”

“Why not? If he pays well, I can buy some books at Fleury and Bott this weekend,” you shrugged.

“I’ll buy you every book you want but please. Don’t do it, you already have a lot on your plate.”

“Aww. Do I detect worry? You’re so cute. Every book I want, huh? You can’t back down now!”

Seungmin grimaced a bit as he watched you excitedly walking to your next class. He sighed tiredly before joining you, considering Eric’s offer for a brief moment to buy those books. That would’ve been hypocritical of him to do that, so he kept walking.

He never regretted it because he could spend more quality time with you. His wallet though, it was another story.

Out of the books you acquired, there was the ‘Quintessence: A Quest’ charm book destined for the sixth year students.

Back to Ravenclaw’s common room that Sunday, you browsed through it while Seungmin was, no big surprise, working on assignments. Chaewon was with you two for a few hours, then decided to go outside, quoting her: ‘to enjoy the first warm day of the year.’

As you were turning the pages, a spell caught your eye. It was the bubble-head charm.

“I can’t believe that spell is too advanced for me,” you whispered to yourself.

Seungmin took a quick look at your interest and shrugged, saying, “it never stopped me.”

“Me neither. I’m just saying that it’s a cool spell that we should’ve learned already! How cool would it be to swim in the black lake for hours, meet the merpeople and the giant squid?”

“Y/N, let me stop you right there,” he said seriously, bringing a hand up. “The black lake is forbidden, please don’t do anything stupid. Jisung is already a pain for losing house points daily,” he requested, his eyes pleading.

“Contrary to what you may think, I didn’t get sorted into Ravenclaw simply because I like the color blue. I know how to stay out of trouble.” Seungmin gave you an unimpressed look. “Okay. Okay, I won’t enter the black lake. Promise.”

“Thank you,” he let out a relieved sigh.

“I’m still learning that spell, though.”

“Y/N!”

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“The library is like a second Ravenclaw common room at this point,” Chaewon pointed out, sitting next to you at a table attached to one of many narrow rows. “I’ve seen a majority of blue robes since I entered.”

“Can’t deny it,” you shrugged, amused, finishing a transfiguration assignment.

Your friend chuckled lightly, stopped abruptly when she heard a ‘shh’ from the end of the row —the librarian, no doubt— and sighed quietly. “I have five minutes to cry over my potions essay.”

“Already?”

Lunch time was about to end. Passing your own potions essay to your friend under her thanks, you packed up your things and waited for her to rectify a few facts on her parchment.

“I’m forever grateful,” the Ravenclaw girl said on your way to the dungeons, where you joined Seungmin and the Hufflepuffs.

“Come on Chae, we’re friends. I would lend you my essays anytime.”

“You’re the best Y/N!” Chaewon exclaimed, a pretty eye smile adorning her soft features, as she put her arms around one of yours.

Seungmin stood there, smiling to himself at the exchange, his eyes lingering on your face, which didn’t go unnoticed by Jisung. As you all entered the classroom, he nudged his friend.

“Is this a one-sided enemies to lovers au?”

He friendly slapped his shoulder and told him to shut up. Everyone around you both knew your past. It was quite the show.

“It’s so frustrating! He’s always ahead of me, no matter how hard I try to be the best,” you told your cousin.

It was about April of your second year. You had a cousin who was in his 7th year at that time. A Slytherin, too.

“You’re being too hard on yourself, Y/N,” he smiled as he put a hand on your shoulder.

Shinwon was always supportive and cheerful, despite your family motto (‘be the best in everything’). At seventeen, he already chose his path, his parents accepting it or not. Indeed, he wanted to become a healer at St Mungo’s and save lives. It was admirable, and you wished you were more like him.

“I know your parents are putting a lot of pressure on you, but you’re only twelve. Enjoy your school years, forge your own path, make friends and, more importantly, be happy.”

Those words actually helped you get through the end of your second year. Your cousin was now a healer at St Mungo’s as he dreamed of, and to honor his kind words, you were enjoying your school days as much as you could.

After potions, you got to herbology.

You’ve spent the two last classes learning the herbivicus charm, and Seungmin particularly loved it. All week, he practiced on the few plants in the common room, or the ones outside.

Herbology was one of your friend’s favorite subjects, he loved to take care of the plants, even outside of class. The professor let him water every plant in the greenhouses on weekends— to his request.

At lunch, you were eating with Seungmin, Chaewon, Jisung, his partner in crime and Chani. The latter looked around the table, stopped for a few seconds, then offered his hand over the table for Chaewon to shake. She confusedly did.

“Looks like we’re likely to end up together, this feels like a triple date.” Chaewon removed her hand from his under the protests and indignation of the five persons concerned. Chani put his hands up in fake surrender, “That was a joke, jeez.”

“Not very funny,” muttered Jisung before taking a sip of pumpkin juice.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” Chaewon glared at Chani, gently rubbing the hand that touched his own under the table.

He sent her an apologetic smile, and you were so immersed in their conversation that —you caught Chani’s red ears and how your friend’s features didn’t match her actions— you weren’t aware of Seungmin gazing at you, his brain going blank.

No thoughts, just your pretty eyes, cute smile and soft skin.

He snapped out of it when Jisung flicked his fingers in front of him. “You okay there, mate? Looks like you were daydreaming.”

Seungmin kicked him under the table —making him dramatically yelp in pain— and resumed eating his lunch in silence, trying his best to hide his embarrassment.

Actually, he had harbored feelings for you for quite some time, a few months before you talked out your rivalry. He never said anything, of course, by fear you would reject him or worse, end your friendship with him. He always did his best to hide his secret from everyone; that was until Jisung caught up.

During defense against the dark arts this afternoon, as Ravenclaws and Slytherins were practicing the twitchy-ears hex —and, therefore, the shield charm—, Jisung and his partner in crime were half-heartedly training, preferring taking their time to chat, glancing at Seungmin and you from time to time from the other side of the room. You were diligently practicing with Chaewon while Chani was with Seungmin.

The latter wasn’t fully concentrated though, often having the overwhelming feeling of eyes boring into him. He didn’t like that. It even made him mess up his shield charm, resulting in him feeling his ear twitch. He groaned, congratulated Chani and pointed his wand at his ear, whispering: “Finite.” Then, he hexed Jisung across the room when he wasn’t looking, his partner being confused because they wasn’t the one to hex him.

Meanwhile, Chaewon and you were pretty good at this so everytime one of you casted a spell, there was no difference. Both your shield charms were perfect.

“Almost would’ve liked to know how the hex feels,” Chaewon laughed during recess.

You were at the library, working on the herbology essay you got that morning, with Seungmin and Chaewon. Without a word, you put your wand out of your robe pocket, pointing it at your friend. She raised her hands to her ears, an unpleasant look on her face.

“I said almost! It’s quite irksome, actually.” You released her from the hex and she relaxed, quickly rubbing her ears, “Thanks.”

“My pleasure.”

Seungmin was lost in thought, thinking about how smart and talented you were. He had a stupid smile on his face until he shook his head and realized Chaewon was staring at him suspiciously. He coughed and got back to his assignment, not being able to fully focus.

He was losing control of his emotions.

That night in the common room, as you three were still working —uh, boringgg— on your assignments before dinner, Chaewon decided she had enough and preferred reading a romance book on her bed. She packed her stuff and went to her dorm, leaving Seungmin and you in a comfortable silence. Until Jisung entered the room, sneakily walking behind your backs at a safe distance.

He pointed his wand at your sleeves —they were a few inches apart— and whispered: “Epoximise.” He then fled out of the room like he was never here, excitedly thinking how his plan was working perfectly.

You didn’t notice for like twenty seconds, but when you moved your hand to write on your parchment, Seungmin’s left arm followed. You looked at each other in disbelief, raising your arms to see what could’ve happened.

Seungmin’s robe sleeve somehow merged with yours.

The sudden proximity —your pinky fingers touched a few times— embarrassed you for some reason, while Seungmin was a blushing mess.

“We should probably do something about that,” you finally say, gesturing to your hands.

“Right.”

“You should do it.”

“Yeah,” he murmured as he took his wand, “finite.”

“I wonder who did this.”

“I have an idea.” Seungmin looked upset, but you didn’t pry. “I’ll be back,” he said, getting up and leaving the common room in a hurry.

You took this time alone —well, almost, there were other Ravenclaws around— to think about why your cheeks burned as much as they did when your hands were touching.

You didn’t like him like that, right?

He was just a good friend you disliked before, who’s been nothing but sweet and understanding. A truly smart guy who, despite his gigantic love for academics and books, could always make time to help others whenever they needed. You loved that in him— wait.

No, no, no.

While you tried to convince yourself it wasn’t ‘love’ you were feeling, Seungmin was out for Jisung’s head. He found him on the spiral staircase leading to their common room, walking up in his direction.

“Jisung,” he shouted from a few stairs above him, startling not only the concerned, but a few paintings too.

“Oh, Seung, hey, how’re you doing?” he asked as he stopped in his tracks.

“What were you THINKING?”

Slowly walking backwards, Jisung started sweating, his friend’s anger intimidating him a little. “It wasn’t—”

“I know it was you, don’t deny it. I’ve felt you staring at me for hours today, I knew you were planning something.”

“I was going to say that it wasn’t meant to hurt you in any way, more like bring you two closer with a little push. I’m sorry.”

“I should hex you right now,” Seungmin huffed.

“Didn’t you already do in dada?” he raised a brow, crossing his arms.

“True. I guess we’re even, then.”

Jisung let out a relieved breath, “how did it go?”

“It was awkward,” he explained as they came back to the common room together, “and I won’t discuss this matter further with you. You’ve done your part,” he stopped to give the eagle knocker an answer to his riddle, “please don’t do anything else.”

Jisung nodded as he saw you were alone at the table, your hands in your hair like you were having a crisis. He excused himself before going to his dorm, while Seungmin sat next to you. “You okay?”

You shot your head up, using your hands to fix your hair. “Of course. Yeah. Totally.”

It looked like you were freaking out, which worried Seungmin, but he kept his mouth shut, gazing at your face. You finally looked at him and it was weird, your heart was still beating fast but you felt at ease. You managed to smile, losing yourself in his soft brown eyes.

“You’re really beautiful,” he whispered to himself but you heard it.

You blushed, your smile growing wider. “You’re beautiful, too.”

His eyes widened, his ears got red as he hid his face behind his hands.

Giggling, you gently took his hands in yours and brought them down, leaning towards him. You looked in each other’s eyes with adoration.

He slowly closed the gap between you in a chaste kiss. It didn’t last long, but it was sweet and made you all fuzzy inside. The euphoria ended immediately after a couple Ravenclaws cheered for you, though, but it was a nice feeling.

At dinner, Seungmin, Chaewon, Jisung, his partner in crime, Chani and you were all eating together, and you two lovebirds were holding hands under the table.

Jisung raised his glass out of nowhere, “I’d like to make a toast.”

“We’re fourteen,” Chani interrupted.

“Shut up and raise your damn pumpkin juice,” he cursed in a whisper, before smiling at his friends raising their own glasses —reluctantly or not. “To the new couple I helped”—Seungmin scoffed—“make happen today,” he announced as he glanced at you two, “next is your turn, buddies,” he added to the attention of Chaewon and Chani, who blushed hard.

“Cheers,” his partner in crime jovially said, before drinking.

“And when’s your turn?” Seungmin asked Jisung, murmuring over the table so he’d be the only one hearing.

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” he murmured back.

After dinner, Seungmin and you were walking around the courtyard, holding hands and making heart eyes at each other.

“Remember when I decided to learn the bubble-head charm?”

“I don’t think I like what you’re implying…” he softly answered, already feeling anxious about your next words.

“It’s not that bad, I promise,” you giggled, “I learned how to make blue sparks too.”

You put your wand out and pointed to the night sky. Making the right hand movement, jets of blue sparks came out of the tip of your wand, illuminating the sky. “Vermillious,” you enunciated, adding jets of red sparks into the mini fireworks, creating purple sparks in the process.

Seungmin was amazed, it was such a mesmerizing view. His eyes fell on your face, and, at that exact moment, intently watching as your eyes shone and your smile held pure gratification, he knew why he loved you.

You were full of life, always by his side, a good friend and so, so beautiful under the multicolored lights.

thank you for reading! if you enjoyed, please let me know <3 and here's the masterlist!

[wonik1ss]

dating jinsoul hcs — ji.l

- since she doesn’t get to see you a lot because of idol life anytime she gets with you she treats like it needs to be the best time ever

- for example : it was a few weeks in to ptt promotions and Jinsoul had finally gotten a day of with you

- but instead of just eating some take out at her or your place she built a whole pillow fort in her dorm at bbc

- “ do you think it was to much ?”

- “ naw it was just enough soul “

- constantly just staring at you

- and if you ask her why she’ll either say

- “ I just zoned out it’s nothing !! “ or something like you trapped her with your beauty

- always trying to make you laugh wether it’s in person or through text

- three words BIG ASS FLIRT

- any time your eyes stay a little to long on her face of figure she has to comment with

- “ my eyes are up here “ or “ i guess your really are in love with me “

- also likes to occasionally prank you time to time

- sometimes it’s harsh and sometimes it’s not

- but rest assured that if it is to harsh on you you’ll have a baby blue fish batting her eyes at you

- saying sorry over and over again

- back to the flirting

- LOVES to just randomly show her a fancam of her and watch you blush like crazy

- she also has to make little comments too like

- “ I did that move for you “ or “ that wink was for you and only you “

- not really possessive.. unless it’s with her members

- which is why anytime you come over she asks you to wear a hoodie so she can sneak you in or this will happen

- “ OMG Y/N WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN “. followed by 11 other girls dragging you around the dorm

- so in all Jinsoul is a big heart, goofy, girlfriend who would literally do anything for you <3

[norel-ravenclaw]

Aro/Ace Spec x Helluva Boss

Fandom: Helluva Boss

Featured characters: All x aro/ace spec reader

Rating: 18

Genre: FLUFFIEST OF FLUFF and aro/ace SOUL HEALING romance

Word count: 560

Description: Dating the Helluvas as an aro/ace. These are based on my personal experience, what friends and the internet have told me, and I tried to keep things generic and up to interpretation - whether you want to see it as 100% non sexual or otherwise is up to you.

WARNINGS: | gender neutral reader | suggestive content that can be interpreted in mutiple ways | language |

Blitzø -

It may be tough to break it to him, but at the end of the day, he knows he loves you, damn it, and he’ll make it work. He’s not the most romantic guy, so that works out if you aren’t either. All he knows is you’re the one who makes him feel like life is worth something.

Loona -

She definitely knew from the start, so it’s neither a surprise or a problem, she’s super chill about it. All she’s wondering is if you’d be okey with her using her vibe around you? Your relationship is pretty chill with no drama, as long as you know she’s sensitive and have her back, she’ll want you with her 24/7.

Moxie -

Your Prince Charming wouldn’t dream of doing anything to make you uncomfortable. All he wants is to see you happy and safe. Whatever you want, he’ll do it. Just let him be a little sappy every now and then, he has a romantic heart.

Millie -

When you grow closer, she’s quick to say ‘let’s fuck shit up instead of fucking’. She’s your ride or die no matter what your relationship looks like. Matching engraved guns? For sure.

Stolas -

You are everything to him, his salvation after years of trying to bury himself. Sure he has needs, but there are other ways of getting what he needs. Your love is constant and calm, he loves it.

Octavia -

AroAce alliance dream couple. Like bffs that have sleepovers forever and get married for tax purposes. Watch the stars together and hold hands, taking life at your own pace.

Asmodeus -

Ironic huh? But it’s a relief for him, honestly. There’s no pressure with you for sex or romantic performing. Of course he’d be the perfect one to take care of you if you have physical needs, knowing better than literally anyone alive what you actually want.

Fizzaroli -

He loves u bitch, no matter what you’re into or not. As long as you’re into him, you’re his lifeline and favourite person. He’d be so sweet and cuddly if you like. Garlic bread? Garlic bread.

Beelzebub -

Cotton candy and honey is all you need (and maybe weed and drinks). She just wants someone to party with forever (and cuddle, pls!)

Verosika -

A succubus and an ace? Unlikely as it seems, after having her heart broken and being used for so long, you’re freedom to her. You love her for her without asking anything more - and she’s not about to give you up for anything.

Vortex (wolf) -

He’s chill with you, which is such a break from his job of being on guard every second. The last of his walls come down and he can just let go - either being crazier or softer than he can with anyone else, matching your energy loyally.

Striker -

Partners in crime? Partners in crime. He’s a bastard, he’s a killer, he’s a cowboy, he’s unapologetic, and he’s yours. Would he like to fuck? Of course, but you get him focused on other things, like learning how to actually love. He’d do anything to not fuck this up.

[bones4thecats]

Can you please do Loona x Short Nerdy Male Reader? Like his walls are covered various collectibles and things. Thanks for your time!

Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O

Type of Writing: Request Name: Loona with a Short and Nerdy, M! S/O Characters: Loona Buckzo Requester: Anonymous

A/N: This ended up being nearly three pages long and around 950 words! I'm pretty sure this is the longest thing I've written so far, lmao. Anyways, I hope you male and gender-neutral readers love this thing with our favorite gothy-hellhound!

⚠️ TW: Swearing, mentions of murder, stillborns, miscarriages, and neonatal-deaths ⚠️

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Male-Envy-Ring-Hellborn! Reader ; How You Both Met (Seeing Stars Episode)

🐺 You were the heir of one of the most powerful families in the Envy Ring, but despite the pressure to become the perfect sadist, you were far from it

🐺 Unlike your constantly flowing stillborn/miscarriages/neonatal-death caused younger siblings, who produced from both your father and mother’s infidelities, you were far from interested in the power that comes from the corrupt system of Hell's, you were more interested in human things such as comics

🐺 When your parents were sent to the Greed Ring for a meeting with the Knolastname family leader and were found deceased mere weeks later, you decided to stay with one of your godfathers, Stolas Goetia and his wife, Stella, and daughter, Octavia

🐺 Eventually, Stolas had come to keep you in the home with his family, much to Stella’s annoyance. But, at least Octavia had someone to rant with!

🐺 The Goetia male was now dragging both you and Octavia throughout the ordeal of his and Stella's divorce, and only you and her seemed to realize just how desperate she was to see these stars in the human world

🐺 You were there when Stolas burst into the room in an anger because Octavia had gone missing with the grimoire, and seeing Stolas' and your demon forms almost made the three imps and the hellhound piss their pants in both fear and shock

🐺 Loona was not happy to be in the human world, and when you just offered her a hand and pulled her up, she saw just how you really looked. Your hair looked like it was made out of the fins of a fishes' and your skin had littered amounts of scaled

🐺 You really were from the Envy Ring, weren't you?

" Now! First things first if we're gonna do this the old fashioned way, we're gonna need disguises. "

🐺 The next thing you knew, you were staring at a humanoid Stolas and Loona while the three imps stood out like sore thumbs

🐺 Staring at Loona made you flustered and look away shyly, causing her to chuckle when she caught sight of you. You looked just as cute in this form as you did in your demon one

🐺 As you walked through this city Loona called LA, you had noticed that Moxxie and Millie had randomly disappeared while Blitzo and Stolas were kicked into a van and drove off after the head of I.M.P. gave you and Loona the order to find Octavia, making her and you flip him off

🐺 Okay, maybe this was getting out of hand…

" Hey. Ya' want one? " " Sure- uh, what're you listening to? " " Eh, the norm'. Blistering Skulls and whatnot. " " Oh! That's nice… I guess. " " Heh, you sound a lot like Stolas when he’s around my da- I mean Blitz. "

~

🐺 Loona and you were getting tired. You've been running around the city trying to find Octavia by her posts on Sinstagram, much to no avail, as she always was one location ahead of you all

🐺 Now you were here, at some random building that you couldn't remember the name of, but they way it looked out and onto the city reminded you of the old hellborn-comic series, Inked Blood, which had gone out years prior to your birth

🐺 Looking around slightly, you both came to see Octavia. And you looked and Loona and slightly bowed, allowing her to go in first, after all, females get females better

🐺 You just sat behind the building's large curve as Loona and the young Goetia female spoke, and your heart warmed at hearing her words. Dads really did have issues, like yours did back when he was alive…

" If he cares, where is he? " " He's somewhere down there. " " He’s here? " " Looking for you. I mean… try to cut your dad some slack. He may not always get it right, but he's trying. That's more important than you think. " " Ain't that the truth? " " Y/N? " " I agree with Loona here. Dads aren't always gonna be the best, but, despite the either minor or major flaws they have, the fact that yours is actually actively trying to connect with you before it's too late is something you need to hold dearer than now. "

🐺 Loona stared at you as you spoke, despite you looking silly wearing a demon-version of a Hatsune Miku shirt, the way you looked so lovingly and soft at the one you viewed as your sister made the hellhound flush slightly

🐺 As the smog and clouds cleared to allow the moon to shine, Loona stood and held a hand out to Octavia, making her drop the magical book into her hand as she stood and readied herself before smiling at you

🐺 All of a sudden, Octavia tackled you and Loona into a hug, making you wrap your webbed hands around the two, landing your left on Octavia's shoulder blades while your right laid on Loona's side

🐺 Why was your touch making her flustered so much?!

~

🐺 Seeing Stolas and Octavia finally discuss things was heartwarming for you. Now that that disgusting bitchy cunt Stella was out of the picture somewhat, they could finally connect like a father and daughter should

🐺 Looking up for a second as you stood beside Loona, you saw the fireworks that burst in the sky in multiple colors, and the sight of your eyes opening widely in admiration of the effect caused Loona to smile gently and sneak a photo of you, saving it to her camera roll in a folder she named to remember this day for a while

Y/N L/N - the best nerd i’ve ever met <3

[midmourn]

good 4 u

title good 4 u

pairing lee donghyuck x gender neutral!reader

characters lee donghyuck, mark lee [nct] yoo jimin/karina, uchinaga aeri/giselle [aespa], kim seungmin [stray kids], jeon heejin [artms, ex-loona],

summary it’s all thanks to you that haechan is doing so great.

warnings angst

word count 1640

a/n last fic to the sour series!! next is guts series ;) if you have a song in mind for a dream member, lmk!!

“Egoistical.”

“Jerk.”

“Fuckboy.”

“You really know how to pick ‘em, don’t you?” Seungmin hummed as he took a bite of his sandwich. You rolled your eyes, ignoring him and turning back to Giselle and Karina.

“Ignore him,” Giselle scoffed, side-eyeing him before saying, “OK. Continue. What else?”

Karina snapped her fingers, getting an idea, “Name his icks!”

“Oh, God,” you sighed, putting your head in your hands. “How he’s a fucking gamer. He would be on that game twenty-four-seven!”

“Immediate red flag,” Karina said, patting your shoulder as you groaned, slumping over the table. “Are you sure you're not colorblind, Y/N?”

“More like just dumb,” Seungmin pushed your bowl of salad closer to you, bumping it into your head. “Eat.”

“I don’t think I can,” you huffed, “I see him next period. I’m afraid I’ll throw up.”

“Ooh, throw up on him!” Giselle said excitedly with Karina nodding in agreement.

You threw a look at her, “I will not! No matter how funny it would be, I’d be so embarrassed.” Seungmin stiffened next to you, making you glance his way and see that he was glaring at something in the distance. You follow his gaze and feel your mouth dry, blinking as you stare at the scene in front of you.

Here was your ex-boyfriend, only being broken up for two weeks, throwing his arm over some girl you vaguely recognized from your English literature class. Heejin, you thought her name was. He looked good, way too good for someone just broke up with someone who they supposedly wanted to give the world to.

You thought for a split second, that maybe, just maybe, they were just friends. And then his head turned to plant a kiss right on her lips and every hope you had left shattered.

“Two-timer,” Karina added bitterly to your conversation from earlier. You swallowed roughly, tearing your eyes away from the scene. You briefly registered the feeling of Seungmin’s hand resting on your knee, squeezing once in comfort. You don’t know if your eyes teared up from the sight of Haechan and Heejin, or from the once-in-a-lifetime kindness from Seungmin.

“There’s no way he wasn’t,” Giselle gaped at the sight. “In a couple of weeks? Cheater.”

“Fuckboy,” Seungmin repeated, stressing the word. He stood up, shoving the last bite of his sandwich in his mouth and pulled you up with him. “C’mon, we’re skipping class. He better hope we don’t see each other off campus.”

Your head perked up slightly at the sound of a familiar voice, watching Haechan and Mark Lee walk around the corner, neither noticing you in your corner of the library. You were surrounded by your textbooks, studying for your upcoming test in literature.

“—But yeah, this therapist I’ve been seeing, I can totally hook you up with her,” Haechan was saying, patting Mark on the shoulder as they went to a bookshelf. “She’s great, helping me work on myself to be better. For Heejin.”

You were the one who got him in touch with the therapist. Your fists clenched.

“Cool. Wait, dude, what? I thought you couldn’t refer me,” Mark said in confusion, scanning through the titles of the books.

“No, Mark!” Haechan shook his head, adding an unnecessary whine to his voice, “I think that only applies when you’re the therapist, can’t have any patients with, like, personal ties.”

“Oh,” Mark dragged out the second letter, nodding his head and coming to a stop on a book. “Hey, found it. Let’s go check it out.”

“Ms. Jang loves you more than she loves me, you do it—”

“Because I don’t defile her sacred place with all your sins—”

“Sins! What else is the library meant for? Studying?”

“Definitely not making out and going to third base—”

Their loud voices faded away the further they got. Your pencil lead broke, making you blink in surprise and turn to it, seeing you had been gripping the pencil so hard onto your paper that it made a harsh mark on it and broke. You unclench your jaw and look back down at your paper as a drop of liquid hits it, staining it.

The feeling of wetness on your cheeks made you inhale and exhale unevenly, trying to calm your breathing. You blinked away an onset of tears, thinking back to last night when Seungmin finally left your dorm. As soon as you reassured him that you were OK, he reluctantly left and when you were sure he was gone, you burst into tears.

Instead of bothering your roommate with your crying, you hid in the bathroom for almost the entire night. Being pathetic, looking at your gallery full of Haechan and crying.

You swiftly wiped under your eyes as Giselle and Karina entered the back of the library, beelining to your corner. They didn’t need to know.

“Woah,” a classmate from Linguistics gaped as Haechan pulled into his parking spot, in his shiny, bright, new Tesla. “A Tesla! That shit’s crazy.” He turned to his friends to either talk shit about Haechan or praise him. You hoped it was the former.

“Where the hell did he get money for that?” You spat under your breath to Seungmin, who crossed his arms and shook his head in reply.

“I heard he got accepted at that internship,” Giselle crossed her arms over her chest, glaring at the boy as he stepped out of the car. “That one he’s—”

The one that you helped him study for?

“He got money from that?” You scoffed, glaring even harder as Heejin stepped out of the passenger side. The two joined hands, walking off without even a glance your way. You were seething by now. You wanted to strangle him so bad. “No way. He’s gotta be, like, in the mafia.”

“He’d die in seconds because of that mouth of his,” Seungmin snickered.

“I hate him,” you huffed, storming off into the opposite direction. Your friends followed dutifully as you rambled on about your ex-boyfriend. “He doesn’t even look my way! It’s like we weren’t in a relationship for a whole fucking year! And I’m the reason he’s doing so better; that internship? I helped him with it! What the fuck?”

Haechan discarded you like he was bored of you, even after an entire year of dating. That was partly the reason why it hurt so much; did you really mean nothing to him?

His sweet words, touches that seemed to burn you everywhere. He left a mark on you like no other. You didn’t know if it would ever fade away.

You were back in your spot in the corner of the library, far away from the librarian, Ms. Jang. Your books were closed, put away. You just needed some space to think, and then it turned into a silent crying session after getting too far into your memories with Haechan. You were just lucky that no one had come to the back yet.

It was only a moment later that giggling filled your ears and you rolled your eyes so hard you thought they were going to fall out. Of course, you had to jinx yourself. There was no way you were staying to witness a happy couple make out in what they thought was an empty corner. Groaning under your breath, you go to collect your textbooks and folders, only to stop midway once you recognize one of the giggles.

Despite not wanting to, you slowly looked up to confirm your thoughts. Right in front of you was Haechan and Heejin, the boy peppering kisses all over her face with a lovestruck grin on his face.

There was a loud crack, but it seemed like you were the only one to hear it. Your heart clenched painfully in your chest, chest tightening as it got harder to breathe and see. Tears clouded your vision, but you could hear Haechan’s next words loud and clear.

“I swear, you’re like the only one that gets me,” he whispered seriously. He said that same fucking sentence to you.

Your eye twitched. That was the last straw. You stood up, chair screeching as it slid back against the marble floor and shoved your books in your bag clumsily. You could barely see, but you knew that they were looking at you.

You wiped under your eyes harshly, blinking back the tears as you sniffled. God, you hoped he couldn’t tell you were crying. That would be so embarrassing.

“Y/N,” Haechan said your name softly, almost in an apologetic way but you knew he wasn’t truly sorry. Instead of acknowledging him, you shoulder your bag and swiftly turn to walk past the couple quickly. Your hopes die as he grabbed your arm as you went to walk by him.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I—I didn’t know you were here or—”

You turned to him so swiftly it startled him, glaring straight at him and ignoring Heejin, “Oh, yes you did. You know that this is usually my spot. You came here on purpose to try and make me jealous. It’s pathetic, really. Having a new relationship yet here you are, basically chasing after your ex, trying to get my attention.” You turn to Heejin, who looks at you wide-eyed, and a bit of hurt at your words, “I truly do feel sorry for you, Heejin. He isn’t the boy,” you spat the word out, “—you think he is. He’s a liar, and I bet you he was talking to you when he was still dating me.” Your head turned to him slightly, “People don’t change. Especially people like him.”

“But, you know what,” you chuckled breathily, “Congratulations, Haechan. You seem to be getting everything you want. Good for you. But you should really be thanking me, because I’m the fucking reason you’re doing so well. Fuck you.”

sour masterlist. main masterlist.

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I write:

Canon x reader, My OCS x reader

Headcanons, Oneshots, Angst, fluff and all that good stuff!

[Readers will typically be gender neutral unless specified otherwise]

[Hazbin hotel] I'll write for:

Alastor [Platonic or romantic] [romance-wise I headcanon him as an Demiromantic ace and that's what I tend to write him as, reader for the fics with him romantically are ace even if I don't outright say it]

Angel dust [Platonic or romantic [ If romantic it'll be male reader only, for platonic though the reader can be anything!]

Cherri bomb [Platonic or romantic]

Rosie [Platonic or romantic]

Husk [Platonic or romantic]

Charlie [Platonic]

Vaggie [Platonic]

Niffty [Platonic]

Susan [Platonic]

Sir Pentious [Platonic or romantic]

Vox [Platonic or romantic]

Velvette [Platonic or romantic]

Valentino [Neither Platonic or romantic I'll only write about him if you wanna beat him up, I DO NOT LIKE THIS MAN, We bully him on this blog, WE WISH FOR HIS DEMISE]

Lute [Platonic or romantic]

Adam [Platonic or romantic]

Emily [Platonic or romantic]

Carmilla Carmine [Platonic]

[Stardew valley] I'll write for

Sebastian [Platonic or romantic]

Sam (Platonic or romantic]

Abigail [Platonic or romantic]

Alex [Platonic or romantic]

Haley [platonic or romantic]

Harvey [platonic or romantic]

Elliot [Platonic or romantic]

Penny [platonic or romantic]

Leah [Platonic or romantic]

Shane [platonic or romantic]

Maru [Platonic or romantic)

Robin [platonic]

Evelyn & George [Platonic]

Krobus [platonic]

[The Amazing Digital Circus] I'll write for

Pomni [Platonic]

Ragatha [Platonic]

Zooble [Platonic]

Caine [Platonic]

Jax [Platonic]

Gangle [Platonic]

Kinger [Platonic]

Gummigoo [Platonic]

[Helluva Boss] I'll write for

Blitzø [Platonic or romantic]

Millie [Platonic]

Moxie [Platonic]

Loona [Platonic or romantic]

Stolas [Platonic or romantic]

Fizzarolli [Platonic]

Verosika Mayday [Platonic or romantic]

Octavia [Platonic]

Emberlynn pinkle [Platonic or romantic]

[Over the garden wall] I'll write for

Wirt [Platonic]

Greg [Platonic]

Beatrice [Platonic]

[Gravity falls] I'll write for

The pine twins [Mabel and Dipper] [Platonic]

Grunkle Stan [Platonic unless specifically requested otherwise]

Grunkle Ford [same deal as his brother]

Soos [Platonic or romantic]

Wendy [Platonic]

Bill cipher [????]

Pacifica [Platonic]

If you don't see a character you want me to write about on this list feel free to ask! I may have forgotten em' or I may make an exception to writing them! [This may not always be the case though! I retain the right to say no]

[Quick disclaimer if you request for Hazbin or helluva there's a 50/50 chance it'll become a songfic, also I don't usually keep track of whatever drama is happening with Vivziepop but usually when it pops up it's pretty concerning so, I don't condone her actions, separate the art from the artist]

Things I won't write:

Smut, Most content involving Angel dust will probably have some suggestive bits because it's Angel dust, but other then that, I refuse to write smut, I can and will pull out the holy water.

Anything taboo or dead dove do not eat,

No incest, grooming, noncon, pedophilia, or anything of the sort.

I WILL NOT WRITE ANY CHARACTER GETTING SEXUALLY ASSAULTED OR NEARLY GETTING ASSAULTED IN THAT WAY, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK.

Anything involving Valentino in a positive lighting, WE DO NOT LIKE HIM IN THIS RADIO STATION.

Clint in a romantic lighting, I'll write him a redemption arc but not much else.

And that's about it, If I need too I'll add more!

Brief guidelines for requesting:

Please be respectful, be as feral as you want but please treat me like a human being.

Please keep the cannibalistic requests somewhat sane, I'm not writing you getting eaten, the regenerating reader one doesn't count because the reader can regenerate immediately and we're still trying to figure out if that one was a kink related thing or not. If it was, SHAME

Respect boundaries if I have stated I will not write something do not push on it, thank you! Speaking of boundaries please do read this!

On Wednesday's we attempt to post angst!

Artwork of your version of the reader or any of my fics is ALWAYS WELCOME I LOVE SEEING IT! Along with any fanart of my OCs I WILL PUT IT ON THE REFRIGERATOR

Also if anyone wonders what the little character I doodle sometimes when responding to asks it's my funky lil' sona/oc thing

Her mouth privileges gets revoked in doodles

Thank you for tunin' on in! We hope to see you again soon!

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Requests and rules

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About my "Reader" i write.

The reader does NOT have a specific race, not black, not white or anything they're just them. nor have a specific gender. Most fics will just have reader be identified as They/Them. if you want a specific reader gender just ask! but about race i tend to keep that neutral. also bc i personally do not know how a black reader would make me write differently than a white reader or a reader of any other race.

Rules

From the Fandoms i write for, i especially do NOT write any minor characters for Smut such as in the MHA fandom, i will only write smut for the ADULTS. otherwise the reader is around the age of the mha kiddos. and for Sanrio characters it's only Platonic and friendship bc the whole Sanrio franchise is only very comforting.

I do not write for these things:

any R@pe (yes im aware of what happened to Anya in Mouthwashing. but I won't be writing about the action that has happened between jimmy and Anya, but there will lbe breef mentions of it possibly.)

non-con, gross fetishes l personally dislike such as watersports etcetc, Minor x Adult.

Minors should NOT Read my Smut fics, i cannot control who sees it. read for ur own record.

Who can send requests?

You can only send requests if your age is in your bio, and NOT an anonymous ask. if ur found under the age of 18 and following me i will block you.

Fandoms i write for!

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

Scp Foundation

Mouthwashing

My hero academia

Sanrio

Castlevania (Netflix)

What kind of Requests/posts i will do via fandoms character and how well i can.

🔞 = Will Write smut for that Character

🌺 = Will write romance for that Character

🧸 = Will write Platonic / only platonic for that Character

🗑️ = Inexperienced writng for that Character (will be out of chatacter possibly)

Characters

Hazbin hotel

Lucifer 🔞🌺🧸

Alastor 🌺🧸

Angel Dust 🔞🌺🧸

Nifty 🧸🗑️

God 🌺🧸

Helluva Boss

Stolas 🔞🌺🧸

Stella 🔞🌺

Satan 🔞🌺🧸🗑️

Octavia 🧸🗑️

Loona 🌺🧸

Asmodeus 🔞🌺🧸

Scp Foundation

Scp 076-2 🔞🌺🧸

Scp 073 🔞🌺🧸

Scp 682 🌺🧸🗑️

Scp 001 (Scarlet king) 🔞🌺🧸🗑️

Scp 343 🌺🧸

Scp 053 🧸

Scp 049 🌺

Mouthwashing

Pre-crash Curly 🔞🌺🧸🗑️

Post-Crash Curly 🌺🧸

Jimmy 🔞🌺🧸🗑️ (i personally don't like him but eh some ppl do)

Anya 🌺🧸🗑️

Swansea 🌺🧸🗑️

Daisuke 🌺🧸🗑️

My hero Academia

Shota Aizawa 🔞🌺🧸

Toshinori Yagi (all might, both forms) 🔞🌺🧸

Star and Stripes 🔞🌺🧸🗑️

Izuku Midoriya 🌺🧸

Shoto todoroki 🌺🧸

Katzuki Bakugou 🌺🧸

Hitoshi Shinsou 🌺🧸

Mina Ashido 🌺🧸

Touya Todoroki (Dabi) 🔞🌺🧸

Sanrio

Cinnamoroll 🧸

Hello Kitty 🧸

My Melody 🧸

Kuromi 🧸

Keroppi 🧸

Gudetama 🧸

Castlevania

Dracula 🔞🌺🧸

Alucard 🔞🌺🧸

Lisa 🔞🌺🧸

Death 🔞🌺🧸

Isaac 🔞🌺🧸

Hector 🔞🌺🧸

[fr4nkie0stein]

Loona x reader???

I just did general dating headcanons, I hope that's alright ♡

Loona dating headcanons (gender neutral)

Content warning(s): none that I'm aware of

Dating Loona is basically like having permanent scary dog privileges 

No one wants to do or say anything that might upset you or otherwise accidentally piss her off because most people are smart enough to realize not to make her mad 

The two of you as a couple also follows along the lines of the "I hate everyone but you" trope 

Loona will snap at anyone who so much as looks at her wrong, but with you? 

Literally a huge, overgrown puppy 

If you're ever mad at her or have a fight she's a lot more rude than usual while simultaneously pouting that you're avoiding her 

Doesn't always apologize first, but when she does you can tell she really means it 

Likes when you pet her, even if she refuses to admit it </3

Will let you braid/style her hair to your hearts content as long as you ask first 

Same thing with her makeup 

Just don't make her look like a clown, intentionally or otherwise, because it's likely you won't be allowed to touch her face with any sort of makeup product ever again 

She isn't the big or little spoon because she doesn't really like to cuddle or sleep real close (unless either one of you is upset) 

Actually, you might not want to share a bed with her at all because she a) hogs the covers, b) flails around a lot in her sleep, and c) snores really, really loud

The only time those things won't happen is if you've fallen asleep on her accidentally

Loona will refuse to move even an inch, afraid she might wake you up

When she's certain you're definitely asleep, she'll be surprisingly gentle as she picks you up and carries you to bed 

Really over protective when it comes to you 

She knows just how awful hell can be, and she doesn't want you to get hurt 

She also gets jealous really easily, which stems from her abandonment issues 

If you spend so much time with someone else, you might realize how much happier you are with them and end up leaving her 

Of course that would never happen, but she can't help worrying all the same 

Shares her earbuds with you when you're listening to music together 

Also shares her clothes, her makeup, her magazines... anything, really 

You're the only person who has that privilege, by the way, so don't take it lightly 

♡ Send in more requests here ♡

[embodiment-of-pride]

Hellluva Boss X Reader Chapter 3 (Loona Part 1)

For fictional timeline purposes, these chapters would come between Episodes 2 and 3 of Season 2 of Helluva Boss. Loona still treats Blitzø with a certain amount of physical hostility. Also remember that you as the sinner doesn’t know everything that you as viewers of the show would know.

You settled into your new job with a surprising amount of ease. Maybe it was how easily talking to people who couldn’t see your face came to you. Maybe it was that customers who came in talked to Blitzø mostly, and had very short interactions with you. (Not short enough in your opinion. You were still treated like shit in those brief moments). Or maybe it was the way that your new coworkers and boss treated you, with respect. Yeah, that last one was definitely it.

Blitzø, who on your first day had seen take quite a brutal beating from his adopted daughter Loona, seemed to treat all of his employees with a great deal of respect. The sole exception being Moxxie, but he kind of deserved it, given his condescending attitude. Blitzø’s charisma and thick skin were assets to how he dealt with the day to day. He was the person clients talked to the most, and how they treated him was often a mixed bag of reactions. He was a chaotic person, but he was the boss, the guy setting up the killing, and they had to listen.

Moxxie was kind of the office punching bag, being called fat by Loona, and different variations of “slow” by Blitzø. Even Millie dunked on him sometimes, but Moxxie mostly took it in stride. You were right in that he was a pompous ass, if but a smaller one than you initially thought. Though, you did often find yourself coming to Moxxie’s aid when it came to finding issues in Blitzø’s cartoonishly elaborate schemes. It eventually started to irk you how he was treated, and so you refrained from insulting him yourself.

Millie was Moxxie’s other half, and she gladly took the dominant role in their relationship. She was wild and fierce, maybe even more animalistic than Loona. She relished in the killing that was the business of I.M.P., but was still very caring and compassionate to her coworkers. “Mama Bear” was an apt description in your mind.

As for you, you had managed to create yet another new hellhound identity for yourself, this time using your real name, (Y/N). This was not actually all that difficult in Hell. Society here was a broken mirror of the human psyche that was held together by the amorphous and ever-shifting glue that was power and status. What institutions Hell did have didn’t care what name creatures of lower status called themselves, and they sure as Hell didn’t bother to keep track of them. You, like many of your other jobs and identities before, had again kept the fact that you were a sinner from your employer. It didn’t really matter this time, given that I.M.P. was ran by an imp, so you didn’t have to sell your soul to him. Still, it was good to be safe. You never went on any missions, but you were content with being the receptionist, given what happened the last time you tried to go back to Earth. You just hoped that somehow a third hellhound—no, you weren’t a hellhound, don’t get used to calling yourself that—didn’t come and take the receptionist job away from you, like you had Loona.

And finally, Loona. You couldn’t get a good read on Loona, and you never really understood her. There were the times that she came back on a successful mission: happy, energetic, sharing and reveling in the success with the other assassins. Those were the times when she seemed most genuine.

You didn’t want to admit it, but those were the only times you actually enjoyed her presence. She didn’t know how good she had it. As far as you knew, she got her dream job with nice coworkers, and a stable home. However, she was lazy, constantly on her phone. She insulted her coworkers more often than seemed comfortable. Yet other times she would be beating Blitzø over the head with a new object.

You had spent countless weeks in hell being treated poorly as a hellhound, and were baffled that one could live so unafraid of the consequences of their own actions. Her being unappreciative got on your nerves more than you would like to admit.

And so, you became worried that you yourself would look unappreciative, like her. You weren’t the boss’s daughter, and didn’t want to lose this job; it’s the best you had been treated in all your time in Hell. You became obsessed with looking good to your coworkers; you had too much to lose; you needed the job security. You started giving compliments to your coworkers, thanking them, being grateful. You did it to show your appreciation for this job, but unfortunately, Loona saw it as an attack on her character.

She had initially respected you a great deal, you being this rebellious person that kicked their boss across the store of his own business, and then giving her the opportunity to go with the other assassins, up to Earth (even if you had initially gotten her fired by her dad. What a fucking fiasco that was). When she started noticing how you acted as an antithesis to her bratty behaviour however, your reputation in her mind changed pretty fucking quickly.

It started with her questioning your actions, perhaps to make you self-conscious, and to stop you from doing it. Of course you were self-conscious, that’s why you did it. She became flustered when this didn’t work, and started playing her behaviour off as a joke, or gave excuses to you, as if to defend herself. Then she started making snarky comments every time you praised or thanked a coworker. Moxxie and Millie became increasingly uncomfortable being at the center of this strange tug-of-war between you two. Loona’s behaviour became more directed towards you when she became aware of that.

Maybe she was finally getting it, starting to value their opinion more, even if her opinion and behaviour towards you became worse. Soon, she was insulting you directly to her face. Gone were the days of being a cool, rebellious hellhound in her mind. You sometimes snapped back, but never as hard as her. You did your best to shrug off what she said, to ignore her. She took your passiveness as weakness, and tried to exploit it. She came down harder and harder on you. She called you a pushover. You tried confronting her about Blitzø once, as she had not stopped her violence towards him. She got defensive, and filled her insults with renewed hatred, each insult fiercer and more ridiculous than the last. You weren’t fat, you were perfectly fucking capable of speaking to clients over the phone, if not better, and you definitely weren’t a fucking pushover!

She didn’t even call Moxxie “fat” anymore.

Everything was brought to a boil during a meeting in the conference room. You two were seated next to each other. Moxxie corrected Blitzø for the umpteenth time. Loona made a comment, then you refuted and agreed with Moxxie. Then she insulted you directly, once again calling you a pushover and a suck up, but this time turning and poking that accusatory finger into your chest. The memory of your boss came into your head. “If I was your owner, I’d put you down!” he had said, shaking his own accusatory finger at you. After that, other bad memories of being treated poorly as a hellhound, when you were really a sinner, flooded your mind, and you just snapped.

Maybe you poked back harder, maybe you said something especially biting to her this time, you weren’t sure. She had snapped back and pushed even harder, and it became a back and forth between the two of you, escalating as it went on. Millie had tried to say something about stopping, but it went ignored. Loona quickly made things more physical between you. For the first time since you arrived in Hell, you actually fought with your teeth and claws to defend yourself.

Now, violence from Loona was nothing new, and violence in general was expected as a natural hazard of working at I.M.P. But a fight between 2 hellhounds? (One of them not actually a hellhound, but they still didn’t know that) That could be disastrous, and cause some serious damage. To the both of you, and to the building. The imps tried to break you two apart, but the fight was getting more intense, and you both easily shrugged them off. All three were panicking at their inability to stop the fight. They decided it would be better to retreat into the adjacent room, (“fucking now, Moxxie!” Blitz shouted) and figure out what to do from there.

For a while, you miraculously were holding your own against Loona, the deadly, experienced, and most ferocious assassin here.

Nevertheless, with the imps gone, Loona was able to fight even harder, picking up the fucking presentation slideshow and smashing it against you. More furniture was thrown. The fight went on. You dodged and weaved but inevitably kept taking hits from the more experienced fighter. You could feel your body crumpling everywhere she hit you. You were bleeding from several injuries, but you managed to keep fighting. You gave her some scratches and bite marks of your own, but you were quickly losing, and you didn’t know what would happen, or how far she would go if you did.

Taking advantage of an opening, you used almost all of the strength you had, and leaped from the brawl in the center of the room to the edges. You landed with all four limbs, wincing when you felt something sharp inside your arm when you landed. You were limping, but you started circling, stalking, prowling, around her like a wolf. You hated giving into behaviour indicative of your traits of the animal, but you felt you had to, in order to survive this encounter. You hated the malformed body of a sinner, and how its appearance had given you much grief for your time here in Hell. Every morning you had woken up, looked in the mirror at your wolf head, with your piercing blue eyes, and had scared yourself, always fearful that the wolves would come back. Maybe Loona had made this worse for you; she too looked like a wolf, and had harassed you for weeks until it had culminated in this moment.

Loona growled, turning her body with you as you circled. She was hunched, still on two legs, arms up and claws out, head level with yours. Her brows were furrowed, ears were back, and her lips curled back to reveal rows of sharp teeth that had preyed upon many a would-be victim. She gave you a warning snap, biting the air. Then, she leapt back, taking the wall opposite you, following your circling motion. It was obvious that she wanted the strategic advantage of choosing whether to attack or defend, rather than waiting for you to come to her.

You had lost most of your strength. Your muscles ached, and it took every ounce of effort just to keep circling. You would collapse if you didn’t do something soon. She could attack at any moment. Feeling you had nothing to lose at this point, you chose to speak.

“Why do you do this? Act…like this?” You groaned in pain, gesturing towards her with your head as you circled each other, nothing between you, table long since thrown against a wall. You took advantage of the slow movement that required, trying not to put too much weight on your hurt arm. You were stalling. For what, you didn’t know. The fucking inevitable, you thought. “You have everything. A nice job, coworkers that don’t treat you like shit, the boss is your fucking dad, and they all care so much about you! He cares about you!” You growled, louder than you thought you were usually allowed to be in Hell, angry at her for not valuing what she had, and that you were treated so poorly in hell until receiving this job that she had squandered. “Are you not grateful?!”

“Why do you care so much?! I would’ve aged out! I was 17!” Loona growled back, following your circling, stalking movements. Then she stopped, breathing heavily. Her furious red eyes bored holes into your skull. “I-I am grateful for what he’s given me. But I would’ve been fine on my own! I was fine, living on my own in Hell for 17 fucking years! For so long…I-I don’t know how to handle this! It’s been 5 years since he adopted me and everything’s still a mess!” You saw that her eyes never wavered in intensity, but they did change in emotion. Her eyes watered, and tears threatened to fall from them. She took a few steps back, having seen that you stopped circling when she did. She leaned back against the wall, head tilted up as she closed her eyes, and sank to the floor. She brought her knees to her chest, hugging herself. She sat there, holding herself, but she didn’t cry. She just breathed heavily, enraptured in her own emotions. You thought she might’ve been reliving memories of the years on her own, years in the pound.

You stood there for a moment, on your four limbs, with your newly acquired bruises and scratches, bleeding from your injuries. You thought. In focusing on your own torment and misery for so long, as you thought yourself a sinner being punished in hell far fucking more than you thought you deserved to be, treated like a hellhound, you hadn’t thought of what it was like for other hellhounds. For real hellhounds.

You followed her lead, and also sank to the floor. However, the manner in which you did it was more of a collapse of exhaustion. Your adrenaline had run out. Pain threatened to consume your consciousness.

“I’m…sorry.” You spoke, breathing heavily, lungs threatening to give at any moment. But you still spoke. “I saw what you have, and I thought you were squandering it. You act without fear of consequence. I didn’t stop to consider why. You did it to survive back then; you still do it now. I had lived for a while being treated like…shit. I thought it wasn’t fair. But you’ve dealt with it, you’ve been dealing it for far longer than I have. I should’ve asked, had a conversation. I should’ve done fucking something besides pick a fight with you. I’m sorry.”

She was quiet, and there was a moment of silence. Loona didn’t look up, afraid to look at you. Over time, you heard her breathing slow down.

“You’re…right, though. I do treat them poorly. I tease, but sometimes I go too far. No. I do go too far.” Loona looked up and sighed, gesturing towards your beaten body on the floor with her hand, as you were the example. “I should appreciate what I have; and I do. I love them. I’m just scared...scared of showing weakness, like I’m still fighting for my life. Scared of letting others get close to me. What if they hurt me…or I hurt them? I did hurt you. Not that I care about you.” She waved her hand as if physically tossing that idea aside. “Maybe I don’t really know why. It’s been years. I should be fine. I’m—I was working on it.” She furrowed her brows again. “Then you showed up and made everything difficult and messy again. You confronted me about my bullshit, and it made me uncomfortable, self-conscious. Maybe I wasn’t getting any better. I guess I still have problems.”” She relaxed her face, and thought for a while. “Everybody’s got problems.”

You both waited. You waited as if something were supposed to happen. Like something would descend upon you and fix all of this, fix you both in your mutual self-wallowing misery. Nothing did. Nothing ever—

“Now you tell me your issues, asshole.” She said, breaking you out of your thought spiral. You looked up at her. You looked up like a dog does, your head still resting against the floor. You met her eyes; she was looking at you, genuine concern displayed in those red orbs of hers. You looked away, intimidated.

“Loona,” you said, now breathing softly, trying not to press your lungs against your ribs, and hurt yourself as you spoke.

“You’re also right. I am a fucking pushover.” You laughed softly. She snickered.

Your heart was beating fast. Probably from the physical exertion, you told yourself. Definitely not anything else. Definitely not because—

“You’ve got to say more than that. Like, what did you mean that I’ve been dealing with being treated like shit ‘far longer’ than you have? You’re around my age, aren’t you?” Loona still kept her knees to her chest, but had rested one of her hands on the floor, leaning against it to look at you more intently.

FUCK. DID I say that? You thought for a moment. Your heart kept beating faster and faster. Your thoughts raced, but eventually you resigned to your fate. It had to come out eventually. But at least now you were saying it to someone who would listen.

“Yeah, I’m about your age,” You sighed. “What I meant was…what I meant was that there was no way I could ever have been treated like a hellhound longer than you. Because I’m not one, I’m a sinner. I know it’s fucked up to say, because there’s no way I’ve suffered as much as the rest of you do. But I’m mistaken for a hellhound because I look like this, and so I’m treated like one. And I look like this because of the way I died. And the way I died was so. Fucking. Painful. I look like the monsters that did me in, and every morning I wake up and see their faces again. You also…look like them. It probably didn’t help that you were harassing me. I’m not treated like myself here. In Hell. But I guess that’s the point. Hell is supposed to be torture for sinners. I deserve it. I have to, otherwise…otherwise something’s wrong with the universe.” You said all of this quickly. It came out of you like when filthy water rushes into a drain when you finally pull the plug. The filthy water of stress, trauma, and anxiety was being removed from you, even if some of it would always linger. You were finally able to talk to someone about…everything.

Loona looked at you, then paused, deep in thought.

“Shit, I knew something was wrong about you. There was no way you were a hellhound.” She finally said.

You looked up, surprised.

“You knew?”

“Well, I didn’t know what was wrong exactly. But I could see it in your eyes. Hellhounds have mainly red eyes, sure, but they never have blue irises.” She explained.

“You’ve been looking at my eyes?” You asked, stupidly.

“Only because they were so fucking strange!” Loona said hurriedly, blushing at your insinuation. “I’m sorry about harassing you. If I look like what killed you, that must’ve been hard,” She sympathized. “I’ll consider your thoughts; I’ll be better.” It seemed like she was talking to herself more than you when she said that.

“It’s not as bad as when I look at myself,” You tried to joke, but it just sounded sad. You fucking furry. “Er, sorry. It’s not that bad.” You gave yourself a moment to think before continuing. “I’ll also consider what you said. I’ll stop pushing you so hard.”

“We should both stop doing that,” she agreed, looking up.

Then she turned her head to look at you again, and Loona smiled.

Your heart rate would not slow down. You felt something welling up inside you. Shit. FUCK. Do I like her now? When did that happen? Did it happen just now? You thought as the realization hit you. Does it show? You could feel your cheeks flushing, but you didn’t know if that was showing from underneath your fur. Unbeknownst to you, your tail was practically dancing with the floor as it brushed against it repeatedly.

You didn’t have much more time to think about it before the Moxxie, Millie, and Blitzø burst into the room, wielding guns.

“HANDS IN THE AIR, HELLHOUNDS! WE’VE GOT THE SLEEP NEEDLES AND WE’RE NOT AFRAID TO—oh…fuck,” Blitzø shouted as he waved his gun, then quickly reassessed as he examined the room. He saw Loona sitting with her knees to her chest, and you collapsed on the floor, bleeding from multiple orifices. “Christ on a stick Moxxie, this is why you should’ve unpackaged and loaded the tranqs like I told you to do last week! She’s already killed them!”

“I’m not dead!” You shouted defiantly as you raised the front half of your body. You immediately regretted it as you felt your lungs press against your probably broken ribs. “Fuck, that hurts…” you winced as you fell back to the floor.

“Oh.” Blitzø said, surprised. “Good. Now I can fire you without a guilty conscience,” he shrugged.

Yeah, this was always going to happen. You had at least half of the responsibility in escalating the fight. Some of the broken furniture had been your fault too…

“Wait!” Loona shouted; hand outstretched as she leapt to her feet.

“Blitzø, can I talk to you? In private? I really don’t think you shouldn’t fire them. I was just as much of a problem as they were,” she said, defending you.

“Loony, if my employees can’t get along—” Blitzø said worriedly, but was cut off by Loona growling at him, albeit it was much softer than when she normally did it. You appreciated that.

“Okay, I changed my mind. Let’s talk,” Blitzø said, flipping his attitude like it was a fucking coin. He turned to M&M. “Moxxie, fix this mess, and patch my secretary up please. They’ve had a rough day. Although it serves them right, for messing with my daughter!” He said as he eyed you, wielding his gun. He turned, and followed Loona out the door, gazing at her proudly for having put you into the dirt.

Moxxie was left standing there, dumbfounded as he stared at you and your injuries. Millie put her hand on his shoulder.

“I can’t fix you; you need a hospital! I’m not some nurse!”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s not that bad hon. You got this!” Millie gave Moxxie support as he tried to lift you to your feet. You heard and felt something snap as you put pressure on your arm, when you tried to stand. You struggled to keep yourself from blacking out.

“Oh shit. It’s baaad.” Millie said.

“I told you!” Moxxie said, shaking his head.

As you half limped, and were half carried to the waiting room couch, you wondered just how much of your conversation Loona was going to tell Blitzø. Was the fact that you were a sinner safe with her? Was she going to confess her own insecurities to him? You truly had no way of knowing. You could only appreciate what she had done for you. You became painfully aware of how your heart was beating faster in your chest when you thought of her, and how dizzy it made you feel. (Although that could’ve just been the pain.) As you lay on the couch, waiting for an ambulance, you thought of her, and how you both had that heart-to-heart in the conference room. The both of you had exposed a part of yourselves that you probably never had before, and to each other of all people. You thought of how she had looked at you and smiled, and how she had made your heart flutter. As you fell unconscious, succumbing to your injuries, a single thought permeated your mind:

What am I going to do with these feelings?

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✦ LILITH

✦ HUSK

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✦ Steve Harrington

✦ Johnathan Byers

✦ Jim Hopper

✦ Nancy Wheeler

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✦ MOXXIE

✦ MILLY

✦ LOONA

✦ STOLAS

✦ FIZZAROLLI

✦ ASMODEUS

→ OBEY ME

✦ LUCIFER

✦ MAMMON

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✦ SATAN

✦ ASMODEUS

✦ BEELZEBUB

✦ BELPHEGOR

✦ DAIVOLO

✦ BARBATOS

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✦ SOLOMON

✦ THIRTEEN

DIGITAL CIRCUS

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✦ CAINE

✦ ZOOBLE

✦ KINGER

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✦ ROMANOV MAKAROV

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✦ NEZUKO KAMADO

✦ ZENISTU AGATSUMA

✦ INOSUKE HASHIBIRA

✦ RENGOKU KYOJURO

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✦ TAMAYO

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✦ Eclipse

✦ Bloodmoon

✦ Lunar

✦ Gemini

✦ Earth

✦ Solar

✦ Freddy

✦ Roxanne

✦ Chica

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✦ Ben drowned

✦ Ticci toby

✦ Jeff the killer

✦ Masky

✦ Hoodie

✦ Clockwork

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Hey could I request a Loona x Human Monster Hunter Reader that's enemies to lovers? Reader working sort of like D.H.O.R.K.S. but independent and more professional? If youve ever watched the show supernatural sort of like how hunters work? (Realized I almost forgot gender, maybe non binary? I usually request gender neutral for folks)

Like they know that demons exist but don't know a lot so they work with what they have which leads them to start tracking I.M.P. and then after a few battles there's a reason to start working together. (In case it's too little info maybe I.M.P. starts to think reader is with D.H.O.R.K.S. until they capture them so the reader has to try and explain to them (let's say Loona as the interrogator) that they aren't but they're also not fond of D.H.O.R.K.S. practices causing so much chaos? Ex. The mech suits from the latest episode)

hey!! i hope this fit your request!

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Loona x GN! Human! Reader: Demon Hunter

Enemies to Lovers <3

You've always been fascinated with demons since you were little. Just something about them intrigued you. Growing up, people would always ask you what do you want to do later on in your life and you always gave the same answer, "A demon hunter."

Obviously, everyone laughed at you. Atheist would say, "There's no such thing as demons," some Christians would say, "Hunting demons is dangerous and can hurt your soul." When hearing those words you always thought to yourself, "Wow, these guys are idiots."

Sure, you know the dangers of tracking down demons and hunting them, but that's what makes it so thrilling.

In addition, people always assumes you work with D.H.O.R.K.S, but that's not the case. You thought they were too dumb to do anything, plus their practices causes way too much chaos and it even hurts you because you are a demon hunter.

You don't know a lot about them since you never caught one, so that's why you've been keeping your eyes out on the news, dark web, even satanist websites. Some people consider you being crazy since you're so obsessive with this.

You began pin pointing on where these demons may show up. There has been a lot of sightings in your home city because it IS a big city, everyone is always watching (yet they will refuse to believe demons exists...some of them refuse).

You were currently sitting underneath a bridge with all sorts of trackers around you to detect any sort of matter or energy. You've been doing this for months now and had no luck of any demon sightings, until tonight.

A whooshing noise coming from the distance got your attention (and the detectors went off). Your heart raced as you turned the detectors off so it wouldn't scare the demons away.

You laid on the ground and pulled out your binoculars, it looked like to be some sort of portal. Curiously you started to crawl that direction before suddenly stoping once you saw demons walking out of it.

A woman demon followed by a man demon walked out who seems to be holding hands. The woman called out for the others, a taller demon inaudibly talking to some sort of hellhound.

You didn't even know hellhounds actually existed. Purple smoke covered her as her body shrunk in size, and once it went away you saw that she had a human disguise, "How come the others doesn't have a human disguise?" You mumbled to yourself.

You were thinking about how you could trap them. You have a horse tranquilizer gun that should do the trick. If you do it now you'll blow your chance (and they have all sorts of weapons), so your new plan was wait until they opened that portal again so they'll have their backs turned toward you and won't suspect a thing.

You waited impatiently under that bridge, scanning left and right with your binoculars. You kept a 6 pack of Monster Energy Drinks and you were on your 3rd. God, how long will this take.

You wanted to sleep, but you were so determined to follow them and get to know more about demons.

The same voices was heard from before. You looked through your binoculars and saw the same portal again. The 3 demons were arguing about something.

"Wait where's the hellhound?"

"I'm not just a hellhound."

Once you turned around you immediately got struck in the head, knocking you out instantly.

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"Uh..Loona, their head is bleedin'."

"So?"

Your eyes fluttered open as you groaned due to the head pain. A light was shoved in your face, making you wince.

"Are you working for D.H.O.R.K.S.?" Loona questioned, her hand on the lamp.

"No, I hate those guys. I'm not working for anyone." You managed to say through the intense pain coming from your head. "And can you not shove that lamp in my face?" You tried to cover your eyes with your hands but realized you were tied to a chair.

"Wait..So you're not working for them? Then why were you stalking us with all of your weird equipment?" The demon with the white hair spoke.

"I was just trying to get a hold of you guys to see what you were. I knew you guys were demons but I had no idea on what you even do. I still don't." You closed your eyes because the light was making the pain worse.

"We’re Imps, we kill people." The other male imp said nonchalantly.

"Oh. Interesting." Please don't kill me. "I wasn't planning on hurting you guys."

"Then why did you have a gun?" Loona shoved the light closer to your face.

"Jesus! Enough with the light! And that wasn't a gun, it was a horse tranquilizer."

"Oh so you do work with the other fuck heads!" She replied.

"No! Like I said I hate those guys. Kinda wish they were dead."

The three Imps and hellhound exchanged glances.

"How about you kill them." The taller imp said.

"Actually sir, that doesn't sound like a bad idea."

"Me?! Fuck no. I don't want to get caught!"

"How about you join us?" The girl said, getting approved looks from the others.

Loona looked at them in disbelief, "Hell no! They're up to no good!"

"Oh relax, Loonie. I'm Blitz, that's Millie and her fucktard husband, Moxxie." Blitz said to you as he untied you from the chair. "But I swear to Satan if you try to kill us we won't hesitate to shoot."

You didn't dare to get up from your seat right away. You're afraid of them (especially Loona since she doesn't trust you whatsoever). "Uh sure, I'll join you guys. I’m Y/n." You said but not entirely wanting to. "How should we do this?"

"Blitz! Are you seriously asking them to join us?"

"What? They hate those guys, we hate those guys, might as well get them to kill those demon hunters anyway."

"Yeah, but how?" You asked.

"Pretend you're one of them. No offense but you guys look the same."

Is that racism towards humans? Never mind. "So I just break in? Then what?"

"Break the camera monitor and turn off the security system. Since you're a human they won't suspect a thing." Blitz replied. "You ready?"

"Wait we're doing this now?" You got up from the chair.

"Fuck yeah! M&M, Loonie, you guys ready to fuck those fuckers up!"

The 3 Imps cheered except for Loona. She stared at you intently with her arms crossed. "I still don't trust you." She growled.

"I'll get out of your fur after this is over." You put your hands up in defense.

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Back on Earth, you made your way to the D.H.O.R.K.S. building with I.M.P. following behind. Blitz was right, you guys do look the same. Same suit, same sunglasses, all you had to do was say you’re an intern.

You made your way in and looked through all of the rooms to find the security footage. Luckily in high school you took some coding class, so it was easy to dismantle the footages and the security systems. So if I.M.P. gets in trouble, the building won’t shut down.

You called Blitz’s cell and told him that everything is done so they’re free to come on in to kill every single human (hopefully except you).

You heard screams from all over the building. One of the agents saw you hiding out in the bathroom and handed you a gun.

“Kill those demons fuckers!” She yelled out before running with you following her.

The thrill of running around with a gun to “kill” demons felt like you took molly for the first time. The adrenaline and euphoria took control of you. Maybe assassination is more of your go-to than demon hunting.

Loona saw you with a gun and ran up to attack you. “I’m with you guys I swear! I had to-” You managed to yell out before she tackled you to the ground, knocking the wind out of you.

“I knew I shouldn’t have trust you.” She pinned you down.

“I’m..with you guys…I swear! One of the…agents gave me a gun…and I didn’t want to blow my cover.” You tried catching your breath.

She glared at you before finally getting off of you, not helping you up.

You managed to catch your breath and got up, dusting the dirt off of you. “Where’s the others? Did they kill the rest of them?”

“Probably. The screams died down.” She turned back over to you, “I swear to Satan if you try to even kill us, I’ll bite your neck so hard that it’ll break.”

“Jesus. Trust me, I ain’t gonna kill you guys.”

“I think we got ‘em all!” Millie smiled as her, her husband and Blitz walked up.

“Alright, Loonie. Ready to go?” Blitz gave her a book.

“Is it alright if I come with you guys? I think I wanna be an assassin and drop this whole demon hunter thing.” You smiled sweetly.

The three Imps exchanged glances, “But you’re a human.” Moxxie implied.

“Yeah, so?”

“Humans shouldn’t be in hell. I think it’s like…against the law in Hell.” He added.

“There’s law’s in Hell?”

Loona jabbed her finger in your chest, “Don’t even think about coming down there with us.”

“Oh come on! How come? I helped you guys.” You stepped back.

“Try dying and then come find us.” Blitz said.

“Oh I’ll be honored to kill them.” Loona smirked.

“Aw so that means you do want me to work with you guys.” You teased.

You saw Loona’s face turn red. “I-…No!”

“Well I’m right here! Kill me then.” You crossed your arms.

Millie spoke up, “I’m sure you can come with us without dying. I mean you might even die in Hell! Just stay low. Besides since you are human it can really help us out here!”

“Sure, why not.”

Loona glared at you as she opened up the portal. Everyone walked in and before you could she grabbed your arm with force, “Don’t forget what I said.”

“I won’t.” You smirked.

~~~

Living in Hell hasn’t been easy. Since you can barely go outside without getting caught you have to live with Blitz and his daughter. Obviously Loona hated the idea, and you kinda hated it as well, but working for I.M.P has been quite thrilling for you. Everyone liked your presence, except for Loona. She’s getting used to you though. She stopped threatening you but the occasional verbal assault is still happening.

As weeks went by she got used to your presence. She trusts you now, but she still has her verbal assault nature. You secretly think it’s just a way for her to say she likes you, but she will always deny that.

Back at Blitz’s apartment you sat on the couch to watch some TV. The shows on here wasn’t that much different than the ones on Earth. Blitz wasn’t at the house, so it was just you and Loona.

Her bedroom door opened and you turned your head, “Blitz is gone. Wanna watch TV with me?”

She rolled her eyes, not saying anything. Eventually she walked over to the couch and sat right beside of you.

As hours went by the two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch together. You laid across the couch with your head in her lap. Loona had her hands on your back to prevent you from falling off of the couch.

She was the one to wake up first and jerked once she saw you sleeping on her lap. She wanted to push you off but the more she stared at you sleeping, the more comfortable she got around you.

“Maybe you aren’t so bad.” She said as a gentle smile spread across her face.

“You aren’t so bad either.” You mumbled.

“Oh fuck you. I thought you were asleep.”

“And apparently you like it when I’m asleep on you because you haven’t yet push me off.”

“Do you want me to?” She grumbled.

“No. You’re comfy.” You yawned, “Wanna go out somewhere tomorrow?”

“Are you asking me on a date?”

“Perchance.”

“Ugh…Fine.”

[zealousstuff-idk]

intro post + rules

ello! ^^ y’all can call me Zenith, I’m nonbinary, 20 and use any pronouns, I plan on using this blog to write fanfic related stuff, and maybe show off some art in the future!

I will mostly be writing for Hazbin Hotel and possibly Helluva Boss atm

Requests: OPEN! Please be as specific as you can so I could have a better idea thinking :] Or just send in general questions, I don’t bite~

RULES BELOW THE CUT

I CAN WRITE:

reader x character and character x character

female or gender neutral readers, male reader is still an option, but I won’t be as good at it

Angsty situations

Death

Smut/NSFW headcannons

Platonic and Romantic relationships

I WONT WRITE:

Anything pregnancy related

non-con

any of the following k!nks [p!ss, scat, ageplay, petplay, etc]

Anything with the following characters [These may change in the future, but this is how it is currently] -Valentino, Alastor, Niffty, Angel Dust, Zestial, Mammon, Loona, Verosika, Beezlebub

Here’s a list of characters/ships that I’ll write for, if there’s any characters not listed, don’t be shy and send a request, and I might write it!

Lute

Charlie

Vaggie

Husk

Carmilla Carmine

Velvette

Lucifer

Asmodeus

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Chaggie

Brokerdoll [Carmilla/Velvette]

MAYBE Guitarspear [Adam/Lute]

*Note, I personally can’t serve justice to Fizzmodeus T-T*

I love Asmodeus’ design so fuckin much-

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Something about me: 23, italian, they/them. My wives are: Irene, Seulgi, Joy, Taeyeon, IU, Solar, Sakura and Haewon. My ult groups are: Red Velvet, Fromis9 and Le Sserafim.

Rules to request:

1) Be kind and respectful towards me and other users

2) Be patient, I'm busy with study in life and sometimes I can be really slow

3) I'm not obliged to accept your request, I may refuse to write it or do that when I'm in the mood, even remove them if I change my mind (I will try to not do it lol)

4) This blog is a safe place for everyone, here you can be who you are without any worries

What I write about:

- Reactions and headcanons. Sometimes thoughts

- I write almost every genre (for smut it has to be with gender neutral)

- I'm also open to a lot of AU like hybrids, G!P, highschool, non-idol, ecc (ask if you're not sure about it)

-I write for gender neutral Reader

-For big groups I may make my pieces of writing in 2 or more parts

- I don't write for minors, except fluff but in a very platonic and siblings/friends-like way

- I don't write gore and scat(for other extrem kinks be sure to ask about it, it may depends on my mood)

- I write Reader X Idol and Idol X Reader X Idol (or in general multidol X Reader)

- I also love to play games like would you rather, FMK, interactive stories, polls and everything fun that comes in yours mind

Who I write about:

- Red Velvet

- Le Sserafim

- Fromis9

- VIVIZ

- IVE

- Blackpink

- Twice

- Itzy

- Nmixx

- Kep1er

- Aespa

- SNSD

- (G)I-dle

- Lightsum

- Mamamoo

- Purple kiss

- WJSN

- Loona

- Triple S

- NewJeans

- Everglow

- Woo!ah!

- El7z Up

- Kiss of life

- Iz*One

- Oh my girl

- Brave Girls

- H1-Key

- Pixy

- A lot of soloists: IU, Sunmi, Somi, Bibi, Chungha, all the ex Iz*one members, ecc

You can request for sub-unit (for example SNSD TTS, Mamamoo+, WJSN Chocome, ecc)

You can request for former members(like Soojin, Gyuri, Jessica, ecc)

You can request for members I know well in groups I know less: Sohee in Alice, ecc

It should be all, over time I'll adjust the post if something change.

If you're curious or you have any doubts, don't worry and ask away🤓

Don't be shy and send your request🤭😄

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